tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13836833.post-1119343404121480282005-06-21T01:41:00.000-07:002005-06-21T01:43:24.126-07:00<p>from <strong><a href="http://c.fsx.com/c?z=5,111442,1,xxxs,xxxstories.com/index.html">XXX Stories</a></strong></p><p>I stepped out of the changing room in my blue and<br />yellow one-piece bathing suit. Over one shoulder was<br />draped my big beach blanket and over my other shoulder<br />was draped my cloth bag containing my beach visit<br />essentials: suntan oil, a bottle of mineral water, two<br />sandwiches and a bag of fat-free chips. A beach umbrel-<br />la stuck under my right arm, resting atop the swell of<br />my right breast.<br />The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I<br />walked through the little brick pavillion. My 68 inch<br />bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit like two<br />gigantic waterballoons.<br />Stepping from cool concrete and shade to warm sand and<br />bright sun, I hit the beach. The sandy shore was lit-<br />tered with bodies, all of which were laying about like<br />driftwood scattered after a storm. I found my spot in<br />the midst of stares and whispering, dropped my beach<br />paraphenalia and claimed my territory with the ka-chunk<br />of the beach umbrella pole.<br />I had been laying there, under the glare of the sun off<br />my well-oiled body, when the sound of hoots and whis-<br />tles shattered my tranquility.<br />"Hey, Miss Jugs, play some volleyball!" and "Maybe we<br />can climb those sand dunes!" came from a group of young<br />men walking by my locale. I sat up and smiled at them,<br />my nipples hardened at their stares and jeering. I<br />leaned back, breasts jutting full up, and gave a twist<br />that sent my heavy bosom into a sloppy sway from left<br />to right and left to right. The guys responded with<br />more hoots and shouts. I cut them short with a sway of<br />my middle finger.<br />"Go suck air!" a guy replied to my gesture. I didn't<br />see the beachball until it was in my face.<br />The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face.<br />The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down,<br />up over my bust and was caught in the "basket" my bulg-<br />ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid<br />there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that<br />lay atop my stomach.<br />"You" I felt peculiar. "jerks?"<br />There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation.<br />A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts,<br />eyeing the beachball. I saw the big beachball actually<br />rise up, like a multi-colored moon rising above two<br />blue and yellow draped mountians. "What's happening?"<br />I thought.<br />I slid one hand under the beachball, running my fingers<br />over my bathing suit. I was surprised to find my tummy<br />with a definite swell to it now compared to its trim<br />flatteness it had been mere seconds ago. I felt the<br />stem of the beachball, the air intake nozzle sticking<br />downward, poking into my suit where my belly button was<br />located. I realized something was amiss and grasped the<br />beachball again.<br />"Oh my gosh!" I cried feeling the beachball actually<br />shrinking in size while my tummy, my once slim little<br />tummy pushing up and up and up.<br />The beachball grew smaller. Its skin growing loose<br />against my hands that were pressing against it. As the<br />skin of the big beachball finally collapsed into a<br />lifeless husk on top of me, I found my hands now rest-<br />ing on a huge dome-shaped bulge, my new ballooned up<br />belly. I moved the lifeless shell of beachball away and<br />laid there running my little hands over and over my<br />expanded tummy. My suit had contained my new blossoming<br />well.<br />"Mommy, look at that pregnant lady." I turned my head<br />to the right to see a little girl and her mother walk-<br />ing near. The little girl was pointing at my huge belly<br />and her mother was staring in awe.<br />"Let's leave her alone," the mother said and hurried<br />on. I wondered why the woman was acting so odd. It was<br />as if she had never seen a pregnant woman before.<br />That's when I felt my suit shift. I gasped, feeling<br />again that strange sensation within me. I was continu-<br />ing to swell up.<br />"No! No! No!" I cried as my suit tightened and my hands<br />rested on my ballooning belly. I grew bigger and bigger<br />and bigger. It wasn't stopping. I was somehow still<br />taking in air, my belly blowing up like a giant beach-<br />ball. It wasn't going to stop! It wasn't going to stop!<br />I was getting too big!<br />My mind did a woop-de-do in my skull. The sun sank on<br />its side, slipping down the angling blue sky like an<br />egg yoke splattered against a wall. The waves and the<br />sound of the people all about me faded out as did my<br />senses. I passed out, tummy still inflating.<br />I came to in the shade of the brick pavilion. I was<br />still on my back. Two tanned men with red and white<br />shorts stood by.<br />"You alright, ma'am?" one of the men politely asked. A<br />small crowd had formed behind them.<br />"I think so," I said forgeting for a second where I had<br />been and what had happened.<br />The two men helped me off a gurney. I almost fell for-<br />ward, gasping. My eyes caught sight, below my heavy big<br />bust, my huge round belly that stuck out as if I had<br />swallowed five beachballs.<br />"Are you sure you are okay?" the other life guard<br />asked.<br />"Ummm I'll be fine," I smiled, my hands resting on my<br />enormous tummy.<br />"Motherhood is swell."<br />What was I going to do?<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13836833-111934340412148028?l=pregnant-belly.blogspot.com'/></div>Girshnoreply@blogger.com0