Thankfully, my breasts had kept some of the extra mass as well to match my hips. Of course, my waist never became quite so small, and my hips retained some of their femininity. Throughout my twenties and thirties, I had managed to regain some of my slim, pre-pregnancy figure.

At first I had welcomed the changes and new curves, but because my body had decided to swell and retain a lot of water, by the time I was about to give birth to my son Sam, I felt like a bloated and fat piГ±ata barely able to move. I'd had a petite frame, with 30C breasts, a tiny waist and only hints of the hips I'd develop later on. When I became pregnant at eighteen, almost twenty years ago, I had watched, amazed and afraid, my slim body transform. Soon I felt an answering buzz deep down in my lower belly.Дuring my first pregnancy, my breasts had never grown quite that big. As I looked down, water dripping from my forehead, nose and lips, I squeezed my two very large mammaries, finishing with gentle pinches on my nipples. I was now in the eighth month of this pregnancy and my body was blown almost beyond recognition. I grinned as the water now rolled over my face as well and grabbed both my breasts. When I moved backwards and felt the water overflowing around my neck and down over my breasts, the shivers were of a slightly different nature. Now I felt the hot water rushing all over my back, drawing shivers of contentment as it coursed all the way to my toes. Sensual was nice, but sexual would have been better.

Moaned for the sheer pleasure of a hot shower in late fall, but I couldn't deny the fact that my entire body was primed for any sort of pleasurable contact. I moaned as I felt the hot water on my back. Note: I wrote this story as a kind of challenge, a pregnant incest story from the point of view of the mother.

Erotical night crappy pants