Admiring Pregnancy

The mirror

The past nine months she was locked up in a house. She remembered nine months ago as she waked up in the bedroom and was fucked every day till she got pregnant. She never saw that men again.

All she had was the bathroom, the kitchen and this bedroom. There also was an other room, but the door was locked.

Today she woke up and discovered a peace of paper at the nightstand.

But first she needed to stand up. It was difficult, but manageable. Only not this time. It happened sometimes, that her babies were already awoken even before her. And if it happens, it ment, that they would be active. So she needed to calm them down before sitting up. To calm them down she needed to change her position.

She lied on her left side, so she put her left hand under her massive pregnant belly and lifted it and at the same time she moved the rest of her body onto her back.

Now she was laying on her back, her belly towering above her. She stroked her huge form, the bellybutton proudly sticking out in the cold air, it made her laugh out loud, what made her belly jiggle. That made her laugh even more and also the belly jiggled more, what made her children be even more active.

She caressed every spot of her belly, her children getting tireder. At first she did it firmly, even pushing down at her skin. It hurt, but it was the only way her children would notice her.  She massaged the eggsack, grateful for having it. It was perfect even if she has never saw it, but her children enjoyed being there. She was pregnant with twins, that's at least what she thought, but the children were big and healthy and you could see it on her. Her belly was huge, the babies took their time before coming out and moved a lot, what showed her, that they had enough space and could take even more. If she counted right, she still had two weeks until she would pass the ninth month.

And now her babies were pretty much active, that made her happy but it also ment, that she would have to stroke her belly even more robust. She pressed and pushed down on the surface, so her babies could feel her. And they did. They responded to her touch and kicked against her inner walls. It lasted for ten minutes and she enjoyed every second of it. But her children started to calm down and so did her strokes. They became lighter and m now slid over the surface.

After another few minutes she was just cuddling with the belly. It made her feel connected to her babies. She embraced her very large belly as much as she could, circling with her thumbs on her skin. She inhaled extra more air, so her belly would balloon out even more and press against her hands and arms.

She exhaled and reminded herself about the note.

She didn't want to stand up now. She enjoyed the view too much and didn't want to stop rubbing her belly. But her curiosity won and she stood up.

After she swayed her heavy body from the bed, she took the paper. 

"Open up the door", said it. She knew immediately, which door she should open.

She was already waddling on the way to that door,  her belly firmly leading her, but her babies woke up and started kicking against her very very big belly. So she needed to stop and feed the babies. She went to the Cochem and grabbed some bred. It wasn't the perfect breakfast, but it was filling her very fast and she needed it to be fast, because she still was curious. The only sideeffect the bred had in her: she wasn't very gluten-tolerated. It ment, that her stomach would blow up a bit more and she would look even bigger. But who cares? No one saw her and she didn't see herself.

She ate up and finally went to the door. She sighed and opened it and discovered just the darkness. She needed to find the light switch. With her hand she brushed over the wall till she found it and put the light on. Then her breath snitched. She saw mirrors, a room full of mirrors.

Slowly she entered the room and immediately saw herself. She knew that her body changed a lot, but to see it with her own eyes was an indescribable feeling. She couldn't take her eyes off her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze absorbed everything of her body. She turned her head to every direction and watched herself standing and she was very proud again. Her belly was a gigantic mess, sticking out in front of her body. It almost looked like it wasn't belonging to her but it did and it was beautiful. It was her favourite thing.

She watched herself in the mirror, couldn't let her eyes off her belly. Her midsection was a huge oval. It was hanging low and wasn't expended just in the front but also at its sides.

Her back was arching, supporting the weight in front of her.

She rested her right hand on her belly, the other one was placed an her lower back. The hand was placed at the beginning of her belly, right next to her boobs. She made little circles there and then wandered with the same moves over the whole surface, her gaze still on the mirrors.

Did she developed a pregnancy fetish just by watching herself in the mirror? Yes, and it was crazy. She loved the way her belly dropped and reached her tights and how her belly button made her belly visibly more elongated. She grabbed the lower part of her belly and started to throw her belly up. It bounced and looked incredibly cute in the mirror. She watched her whole body jiggle from every side, front, left and right. From the left she liked it better because one of her babies placed himself dominantly on exactly that side. From the front her belly was asymptomatic, her left side bulked out but the right one looked normal.

Then she decided to go to one of the mirrors and pressed the front part of her massive belly at the mirror and stroked her whole belly. She took extra deep breaths so her belly would press against the glass even more.

She saw a bottle of belly-oil and went over. While she walked to it she noticed the ache in her legs. As she reached the bottle she set down and started to rub the oil into the skin of the home of two and watched her own reflection.

She spent the next hours there till her babies became hungry and she needed to leave that room. But she would come back as soon as her children were satisfied.