Happy Accidents

Hello! This is my first time publishing a story I've worked on. A full list of topics this story includes can be found in the tags, but long story short is that this story is focused on belly inflation. If that isn't for you, read at your own risk. Also- because this is my first story I've released publicly, I'm happy to hear any constructive criticism readers may have in the comments. I hope you enjoy!

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If I've learned anything over the last few years, it's that I'm into big, full bellies. Just now though, I learned something new; my girlfriend is, too.

I work mornings and afternoons as a nursing assistant at a maternity ward. I know, real clever with my proclivities, but... you can't blame a girl for trying! Maybe I'm a bit naive thinking I could handle it, but so far it hasn't been a problem. Not while I'm on the clock, anyway.

Needless to say, wardrobe malfunctions are a common worry for me. I have to notice it and hide them before they can happen, and I'm good at it. This job is what landed me in with my girlfriend.

She was pregnant at the time. A single woman carrying a surrogacy for a kind couple I'd actually met over frequent visits at the clinic. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was someone I needed to befriend. I don't mean because of the pregnancy, either. I mean it when I say that she was the kindest, gentlest, and funniest woman I'd ever met. Apparently, she thought the same.

Over the next few months, I'd occasionally seen her when she came in for regular check ups. Then we started seeing each other outside of the sterile environment of a doctor's office. Our first date was two years ago at a cafe, but it quickly led to my house and a burgeoning relationship that would continue for years to come.

I'd always suspected Ashley was into pregnancy at the very least. As you're no doubt aware, some surrogates are not just in it for helping people; money is one common desire, and personal needs are not unheard of. But...

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On a cold winter's night, I drive home and park in the garage. Our house is a pretty simple ranch- a one story home with an underground basement- but it's perfect for just the two of us. I heard the shower running in the bathroom when coming up the basement stairs, so I'd assumed she simply didn't hear me. So I decided I'd try to surprise her, and quietly made my way toward the bathroom door.

That's when I heard her groaning, and I was suddenly concerned. Was she okay in there? Was she hurt? I knock on the door, standing close and ready to barge in at a moment's notice.

"Ashley? Are you alright?" I call, beginning to turn the doorknob.

"W-wait, don't cuugghh.. come in!" she responded, momentarily cut off by another groan. But it was too late.

Opening the door to a room that was steamy in more than one way, my jaw dropped at the sight of my girlfriend in the shower. The opaque sliding glass door was open. or I wouldn't be able to see so much.

"You..." I begin. My eyes trail her naked body down to the heavy gut she sports, then to the hose in her rear. My face quickly matched hers, red and wide-eyed. "L-large," I sputter, hands cautiously folded under my chest.

The hose is turgid, water still surging through it and into the container that was Ashley. She seems too shocked and embarrassed to realise it's still flowing, but after regaining her thoughts, she quickly reaches behind herself and shuts off the water.

"I swear it's not what it looks like," she says. turning toward me and using her hands and arms to cover her groin and chest. Doing so only made her belly seem larger, since while she was incredibly curvy, hiding that did absolutely nothing. We'd seen each other naked many times already. "It's... fuck," she exclaims, plopping down heavily onto the seat that extended from the side of the wall.

I can hear the water inside of her sloshing, a moan escaping her lips which she quickly stifled in an attempt to feign decency. Me? I wasn't even trying to hide my own arousal. Ashley could certainly make out the stiff appendage stretching out my tights, pulsing slightly as I stared- I was enraptured by the sight of the big-bellied goddess in front of me.

Ashley was a gorgeous woman. Standing at around 6-foot, she was normally toned; large and muscular thighs that could squash a watermelon- literally, she's done it before as a party trick- and massage your head like a water bed. Arms so strong and gentle, able to lift me as though I weighed nothing. Teardrop shaped breasts the size of cantaloupes- just as round as them, too. Wide, motherly hips, and of course, a normally flat, toned stomach. Were she lighter, she would have prominent abs, but like Aphrodite herself, Ashley had a little pudge that just didn't seem to go away; a fact I never would wish to change. But tonight? That belly was round, reminiscent of when she would perform her surrogate duties.

Like a moth to a flame, I approach my girlfriend and kneel down in front of her, eye level with her belly. I look up and she looks down, our eyes meeting and reflecting our respective arousal.

"Ashley, you're.. you're beautiful." I lean forward, planting a kiss on her skin that elicits a moan. My hands snake up her thighs, gently squeezing until I reach her belly and begin kneading it in the same manner. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for a moment like this?" I ask, resting my chin on her warm dome.

"Zoey..." she responds, her embarrassment suddenly reverting back to her regular confidence and domineering personality. "Probably just as long as I have," she purrs, a hand going to my shaggy hair and rubbing the back of my head.

I melt into her grasp, my head sinking into her belly's warm embrace. She lets out a stifled moan, gently pushing me into her belly so I can no longer see anything but its stretched skin. I hear a creaking sound not a second later, the flow of water returning. I can feel her belly gurgle and groan from the additional intake.

I can't help but whimper, smiling as I wrap my arms around her body. I nestle my head as close as I can to her expanding orb, but I'm slowly pushed away, the orb getting bigger and bigger.

My girlfriend moans, rubbing my neck and undoubtedly staring at the same thing I was. She applies a bit of pressure to the back of my head, forcing my head to stay as still as possible. It quickly gets enveloped by the burgeoning skin, almost making it hard for me to get breath in. All I hear is the rush of water, echoes of Ashley's moans reverberating around my head. I can even hear her heart beat a few times, rapidly pulsing from her arousal.

Her skin gets tighter and tighter, a pleasant warmth emanating from my new headrest. Ashley lets go when she feels my head shake slightly, breathing becoming too cumbersome for me to stay steady. I lift my head up and take a deep breath in, my face a horny mess as I chuckle. Words elude me, and only stutters come out when I try to speak. Ashley is just as confident as ever, her belly resembling that of twin pregnancies I'd seen at this point.

"I think," she starts, reaching over and shutting off the water. She puts my chin in her palm and carefully stands up, bringing me with her and angling my head so I can still look her in the eye. She's a good few inches taller than me, so I'm grateful for her movements. "It's time for something a little more~," she states.

Ashley reaches back with her other hand and carefully takes the shower hose out, clenching her muscles to keep the water in. Then she puts her hands on my waist, lifting my shirt up. I just stand there, awestruck at her body's current state. Once my top is over my head, I quickly shimmy my pants off, throwing all my clothes into the corner of the bathroom. My bra, though, I leave for her to unclasp, a little gesture to her in return for what she let me just do.

I'm not half bad myself, if I can be honest. I'm a little on the heavy side, with curves that leave me looking like I'm overweight. Granted I might be, but my jogs to and from work each day in this city help keep my overeating in check and my build at least somewhat lean. My breasts are my second best feature; after she takes my bra off, a pair of perky, full DDs plop down above my own pudgy stomach. Beneath that, I've got a good, firm ass and wide hips- somehow just barely smaller than Ashley's- and an above average cock; maybe 7-8 inches at the moment, and painfully hard.

I look down and watch as Ashley pushes herself against my body, her belly pressing into my own and up into my tits. I suck my lips inward, looking with pleading eyes at her. My dick presses between her thighs and I can't help but begin to hump as she takes my chin in her palm again.

"Such a naughty girl," she whispers, her voice soft and sultry.

She gently brings my body to a stop, walking us backwards as she presses me up against the sink counter. I go to sit down but she shakes her head, giving a tut-tut sound as she spins me around so that I'm leaning over the sink, my breasts pushed into the cold porcelain.

I look up into the mirror hanging above, my eyes widening as I both feel and see her plop her belly down on my ass. It extends several inches from her own body, covering up hips as she begins to grind against my butt.

Ashley continues grinding against me, reaching over to the cabinet on the wall and opening it. She pulls out one of several strap-on dildos scattered throughout the house- we can get a bit frisky and impatient, in case it wasn't already obvious- and a thick buttplug.

Pulling back momentarily, I whimper and prop my elbows up on the sink, trying to make sure I wouldn't go numb from the railing I was about to receive. Speaking of, I watch as my girlfriend finishes strapping the appendage to her groin. She momentarily pauses, hurriedly stuffing the buttplug up her ass to keep the water inside. Then she carefully lines her new cock up with my asshole and plunges into me, her belly taking its rightful place once more atop my back.

I moan loudly, feeling the dildo- longer and thicker than my own cock by a good few inches- penetrate deep inside me, pushing my organs out of the way to give me a proper fucking. I had no objections.

"You're already so loose, hun," I hear behind me, resting my head on one arm and burying my head into its crook. I want to look, but I'm afraid I won't last long if I do. "I guess I really did a number on you last night." Ashley chuckles breathily, leaning over so her breasts press into my back. Her belly pushes tightly against me, eliciting a moan from the both of us.

I open my mouth to respond, but Ashley hilts herself quickly which prompts only another moan to escape my lips. She wraps her arms around my body and squeezes gently each time she thrusts, prompting my own muscles to relax so she can go at her own pace. I like it that way, and she does, too.

"Here," my girlfriend begins. She moves a hand once again to my head, gently lifting it above my arm so she can hold it up herself. "Why don't you get a glimpse of what I'm seeing, gorgeous?~"

I feel a pulse in my cock from merely seeing the sight I was taking part in, a bit of pre squirting out of me. Bent over the sink counter, my muscle goddess of a partner was thrusting in and out of me, her bloated, pregnant-looking belly climbing up and down my back as she did. Her breasts did the same, and our asses jiggled in time with each other. Both our faces were pictures of pure ecstasy. There was only one way this could be even better, and at this rate I thought I'd pass out if it happened. I already felt like it now. I can't tear my eyes away despite my eyelids struggling to stay open, every thrust forcing a guttural moan out from my lips.

"You're so- so perfect, Zoey," Ashley mutters, turning my head so she can plant a kiss on my lips. This silences my moans for the time being. I close my eyes and let my body hang limp, along for the ride of a lifetime. I can feel myself about to orgasm, my toes curling and my body starting to match her rhythmic thrusting without my trying.

"I can't believe we- we were ever without- ohhh fuuuck-" she tried to speak as she pulled our lips apart, but her own moans from the pressure on her belly kept cutting her off. I couldn't even imagine how purely orgasmic she must feel right now.

With one final thrust, Ashley buries her faux cock deep inside of me, and I can feel her own juices leaking onto my ass just as mine spray out onto the tile floor below. My cock's head throbs and pulses, multiple rounds shot onto the tile floor. We both stop moving, soaking in the feeling and pressing our bodies tightly together, my girlfriend burying her head into my shoulder to stifle a body-shaking orgasm. My own is much less dignified, practically a scream that warbles in time with my orgasm.

We stand there for about a minute, our breathing heavy as we come back to our senses and lift our heads up in tandem. I can see her hair sticking to her forehead in the mirror, and mine wasn't any different. Ashley carefully rose from her position, pulling the dildo out- which drew one final moan out of me- and stepping back to gather her thoughts. I stand on shaky legs, bracing myself with my palms on the counter and turning to look over my shoulder at my girlfriend.

"I-I... wow," I stutter out, my face a mess of bliss and sudden anxiety. Looking down to my feet, I spot the puddle of my pooling cum, and I can still feel Ashley's on my ass. After my legs start to feel solid again, I stand up to my full height and turn to face my lover. She's standing there admiring her work, staring me down like a predator with its prey.

"I guess I should've realised you'd be into this," she states, chuckling as she pulls me in. I can't help but let out a small squeak, our bodies pressing tightly together once again. She wraps her arms around me, giving me a deep kiss before pulling back to look at my frazzled face. "Why don't we blow you up, too?~"