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Maria's breasts have become full milk tanks now. All we can do is drink it up.
At this point, she's already quite far along in her pregnancy—less than a month until the due date. But the baby still hasn't arrived yet.
As a first-time father-to-be, I'm feeling pretty jittery, but they say men tend to get anxious at crunch time.
Now that Maria was well into her third trimester, her belly had swollen considerably.
According to the town's most experienced midwife, the baby would likely arrive within another month.
Even walking around became difficult for her by then, but she refused to stop working altogether.
In this world, it was more common for women to work right up until childbirth anyway, and even the midwife said light activity was beneficial for both mother and child. All I could really do was support Maria so she wouldn't overdo it.
"Maybe we should take a break and have some tea?"
"Oh, come on! I've told you already, I'm fine!"
Every time I suggest taking regular breaks, Maria scolds me.
I feel like she's already got me wrapped around her finger, but honestly, I'd let her walk all over me forever if it means keeping my wife and child safe.
"Your father is such a worrier, dear. Honestly!" she chides affectionately.
Her habit was already tight enough before, but now that her belly has swollen, it looks even more strained.
We had it remade once to avoid putting pressure on her abdomen, but with this second round of alterations, it barely resembles a nun's outfit anymore.
It's impossible not to notice those enormous breasts and big butt, but at least her huge belly distracts from them somewhat.
"Ahhn..."
"What—what's wrong?!" As I fretted over her condition, she let out a pained noise.
Is she going into labor?! No, but the midwife said there's still at least a month left... There isn't time to worry about that now!
"First, get on the bed!"
"No, it's not—please calm down!"
Tap.
A soft sound.
Maria gently smacked my cheek. It didn't hurt, yet it brought me back to reality.
"Please relax, Lord Ain."
"Oh, uh...I'm so sorry..."
"I'm fine, as is our baby. Just, um..."
"What's wrong?"
"My brea—...my chest! It hurts, that's all."
Later, reflecting on this moment, I realized how adorable and erotic Maria had looked almost blurting out "breasts."
"It hurts?!"
"N-no, it doesn't!"
My panic at hearing 'pain' led her to lightly slap my cheeks twice more.
She was incredibly cute. My wife truly is adorable.
"Please come here."
Maria took my hand and led me to our private room, now shared by three of us.
She closed the curtains and began undressing beside the bed.
How many times have I seen her body during countless acts of intercourse? Yet, despite this familiarity, I never tire of it; instead, each day finds me more captivated by her physique.
The first thing that caught my eye was her prominently swollen belly.
Her rounded navel asserted its presence, with a slightly darker line of downy hair extending vertically from it. Given her original silk-like skin, this contrast was even more noticeable. I couldn't help but love both versions of her deeply. Whether as a woman's beauty or a mother's grace, there was no preference; she embodied both, serving as evidence of our life together.
Two equally massive breasts matched the size of her pregnant belly.
Her belly has grown even larger due to pregnancy, making it seem like she has three of them now. At the moment, her underwear conceals some details, but her plump, puffy nipples and areolas have darkened from their once-beautiful cherry pink hue, becoming more prominent with rougher protrusions.
Supporting all that is her ample rear end and sturdy legs, which certainly hold their own as well.
Thanks to this solid foundation, Maria can continue standing tall on this earth.
Maria's body was already soft and curvy before, but the pregnancy has only intensified those traits.
Even her face has gotten rounder, though I haven't told her that yet. Apparently, she seems self-conscious about having a fuller face. Certainly, a sharp, elegant beauty is wonderful too, but personally, I prefer softer, cuter features like hers.
Just touching those chubby cheeks makes me feel so happy. But if I do it too much, she gets grumpy, so it's a luxury I can only indulge occasionally.
I'm also trying not to notice, but her pubic hair seems to be getting thicker as well.
Once, when I tried to catch a glimpse of her grooming herself, she vehemently refused. Personally, I'd prefer it if she let hers grow more wild and skipped the trimming altogether—or at least let me handle that chore for her—but I haven't found quite the right moment to bring it up yet.
Anyhow, my pregnant Maria is now undressing in our room.
In the dim light filtering through the curtains, there stands one pregnant woman in her underwear.
"Sorry, I didn't say anything before...but this started yesterday."
Jiggle! Bounce! ♡
Removing her bra reveals her dark nipples on swollen pregnant breasts.
The tips remain buried deep within the surrounding flesh, but the center portions...
"They've begun producing milk."
Are wet.