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I had a bulging stomach but it didn’t deter them from looking at me like I was the sexiest woman in the world. “Take it off,” he commanded, looking at me. If anyone else had given me such an order, I would have been upset, but with him, I just wanted to get down on my knees and do as I was told. I reached for my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as his eyes remained fixed on me.

I grab the soap and apply all over my body and made the biggest mistake of looking at Hasan. He’s staring at me intensely and the bulge in pants doesn’t go unnoticed.

I told her it was too much, but she didn’t seem to mind. I sigh, touching my belly slowly, stroking and pulling at the fabric to make sure it’s not too tight. So I look at myself from the side, trying to see if there’s any change in my belly... if it’s grown a bit and is showing signs, but there’s no difference yet...

I looked at my bloated abdomen, surely from the big lunch I just had. A small smile stretched my lips as I once again pressed my hand flat against it, looking at the reflection of my belly as if it was an actual baby bump. I was lost in thought that I didn't react fast when the door was pushed in, and Connor came into view. He looked at me and then down at my bare stomach. He frowned before an understanding look flashed before his eyes. I quickly pulled my hoody down, feeling awkward for getting caught doing what I was doing. A short silence fell between us as we stared at each other.

How come I hadn't noticed before? I looked down, noticing the bump in between my hips and how it looked like there were larger portions of my waist, and even more noticeable ones of my thighs. I frowned and pulled down my nightgown slightly to take a better look, and my jaw dropped at how much of a bust my now large chest was. I looked away, dropping back my nightweaf, feeling hot all over at the sight, as for some unexplainable reason, I had imagined Arnou’s tongue swirling around my extra darken areola. I shuddered a bit before continuing to prepare for my bath and get ready.

He looked forlorn. “Do ya see these, lass?” He cradled his balls. “I see them.” “When a man gets that close and doesna…Well, these swell.” He gestured ridiculously in the motion of a great balloon inflating. “Do they burst?” I asked hopefully. “No.” He frowned. “Oh.” I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “Too bad.” “Aah! Lass.” He groaned in frustration. Dropping his head back and massaging his forehead.

’’ I said ‘’Oh don’t mention.’’ she said waving her hand and walking back into the kitchen. I turned and looked at Alexa, she looked back at me amused. I wondered what she was looking at that seemed so funny, I followed the direction of her gaze and it led me to seeing the huge bulge in my pants. ‘’Fuck!’’ I muttered and grabbed a throw pillow, using it to cover the area of my pants the bulge was rising from. ‘’Do you need to use the bathroom?’’ Alexa asked laughing.

Onyx confirms as he hugs me tightly. I decide to take a hot shower to remove some of the day’s stress. The hot water cascades down my body, and I notice the slight bulge in my stomach for the first time and instinctively place my hand on my belly. “I promise I will keep you safe, no matter what it takes,” I whisper.

Even soft, it was massive. The outline was unmistakable: a long, thick shaft with a fat, rounded head that pressed prominently against the material. Every time he reached for a tool or adjusted his hips to get better leverage, the bulge twitched and shifted. It looked so heavy, so full. I could see the faint ridge of veins running along its length through the thin fabric. His balls pressed heavily against the seam, two large, plump shapes that made my mouth water involuntarily. *Oh my God, Gina, stop staring,* I scolded myself, but I couldn’t. Heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs.

Catalina Maria. I swallow for my throat has become dry. Words fail me as I stare at the obvious bulge in his pants. It is a large pointed bulge that strains against the fabric of his pants. I must be seeing things. It is obviously heavy and pronounced in a way that makes my pulse stutter and my body lock up. A stroke of need so visible it’s almost unbearable to look at before he hastily drops his shirt over it. Is that why he turned away from me?