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Wombs As Reparations — Chapter 15
Stephanie Can’t Believe What She’s Hearing
Hello, and welcome to the Mixed Pregnancy Stories publication. This article is Chapter 15 of a series called “Wombs as Reparations,” an erotic story about a sweet, young girl and her journey towards racial, and sexual liberation. If you haven’t read Chapter 1, you can do so by clicking here.
Stephanie and Harold arrived at the doctor’s office for her ultrasound. Being the true gentleman that he is, Harold opened her car door and helped her squeeze out of the car.
Moments later, the doctor squirts jelly onto her belly, preparing for the test. The doctor is a tall blonde woman who looks in her early forties.
“Wow, a belly this big might take a while.” She joked. Stephanie couldn’t help but chuckle, causing her stomach to bounce up and down, almost knocking the bottle out of the doctor’s hands.
The doctor read from her clipboard for a moment before looking up at Harold. “And are you the father?” she asked.
Steph burst out in laughter again, holding her belly with both hands to keep it from hitting the doctor.
After finally calming down, she wiped the sweat from her brow. “No, he’s not. But he’ll be a wonderful stepfather.” She said with a bright smile.
Harold was as red as a beet, and not a word came out of his mouth the rest of the visit.
“Oh, so that explains it,” the doctor began as she proceeded with the ultrasound, glancing up at the screen.
“What? Explains what?!” Demanded Stephanie.
“It explains why your belly is so big for 30 weeks. You’re having twins!” She exclaimed.
Steph screamed with joy, her hands covering her grin that stretched from ear to ear.
“Do you want to know their genders?” Continued the doctor with a matching smile.
“Oh, I’d love to, but Harold and I decided we want it to be a surprise!”
“Fair enough,” replied the doctor. “Everything looks great. I hope you have a healthy delivery! Now let me wipe this jelly off this twin belly!”
On the walk back to the car, Steph thanked Harold for having such good health insurance.
But the moment she pulled the seatbelt over her huge tummy, she started sobbing hysterically.
“I don’t know why I said that! I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of everyone! These pregnancy hormones are killing me!” She screamed, nearly hyperventilating. “You put me on your health insurance, and I humiliate you like that? What’s wrong with me?!”
“Woah, it’s okay, Stephanie. Just breathe. It’s okay. How about we get you something to eat?”
Stephanie nodded while wiping away the tears.
They pulled up to the drive-through of a fast food chain, where she took at least 10 minutes to order. Cars started to line up behind them, and Harold kept getting frustrated until she finally decided on two chicken sandwiches.
“No fries?” he asks.
“Fries make you fat.” She said, playfully poking his potbelly.
“Wow, you’re one to talk,” he replies, gesturing toward her own stomach.
He finally pays at the window and begins to rub her belly as she eats. She keeps swatting away his hand.
“Come on, why can’t I rub your belly?” He demands.
“They’re not yours.” She replies, taking another bite.
“Why can’t I feel it anyway?”
“I don’t know, it’s just weird, okay?” she says as she turns away from him.
They keep eating, and he asks if she likes the food. She nods her head as she washes another bite down with root beer. He even gives her half of his sandwich.
“Aw, you’re the best!” She screams as she grabs it from him and shoves it in her mouth. “You know what, you’ve deserved yourself a little belly time,” she exclaims as she lifts up her shirt.
“Wow, it’s so smooth,” he says as he rubs It gently, not letting his eyes leave its sight.
“I think I feel him kicking!” he gleams.
Stephanie slaps him without a second thought. “First off, there are two in there. And secondly, don’t just assume it’s a boy! All you men are the same,” she mutters as she moves his hand away and pulls her shirt down over her protruding stomach spilling over her lap.
“Sorry, sorry, I forgot,” Harold replies as he pulls out of the parking lot.
The drive home was uncomfortably quiet. Harold could feel the resentment brewing from his soon-to-be wife and mother. The only words exchanged were “Slow down!” and “It’s green.” Oh, and she complained about his choice of music (alternative rock from 15 years ago).
As he pulled up to her dorm room, she rolled herself out of the car and waddled towards the dreaded stairs. Someone needs to make escalators a requirement for places with pregnant women.
To her surprise, Harold had parked the car and was walking with her.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“… Don’t you want to watch TV?” he replied shakily.
“Um, I kind of wanted some alone time tonight,” she said, staring at his shoes.
“I won’t be long. I just wanted to make sure you safely made it to your room and maybe help you relax.” He was practically begging.
After he helped her up those cursed stairs, she squeezed her belly through the front door and collapsed on the couch.
“Water!” She cried out, throwing her tank top and shoes to the side.
Not even 5 seconds later, she had a glass of ice water in one hand and a popsicle in the other. It was only 75 degrees out, but it might as well have been 175.
“Why couldn’t he have knocked me up 9 months before winter?” she thought.
Every night Stephanie rubbed belly butter on her stomach to keep her skin in top shape. She was terrified of getting stretch marks, and having a belly full of twins wouldn’t help. But she dreaded having to get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to get the belly butter.
“Harold…” she let out, with a much friendlier tone this time. “Can you bring me my belly butter?”
“You’re what?” he replied.
“My belly butter. It’s in a little white bottle on top of my sink.”
After what felt like 20 minutes (men can’t find anything unless it has ass or tits), he finally had the requested item in hand.
“Can you rub my belly with that stuff? I really don’t want stretch marks.”
“Baby, you’d look beautiful either way,” he replied, scooping out some of the butter.
“Just put it on me.” She remarked, pulling her breasts back so he’d cover every inch of her stomach.
Harold was practically shaking with excitement; he almost dropped the bottle. Then, as his hands met her skin, she felt a sharp pain run up her spine. She felt close to vomiting but forced herself to ignore it and make do.
“Mmm, you look so beautiful.” He exclaimed as he jiggled her belly side to side.
“Let’s not get carried away.” She replied, licking her popsicle.
“I like the way you lick that,” he continued, looking at her tasty summer treat.
“You are so weird,” she laughed, taking another lick.
“You know… I don’t do these things for free.” He began. This is hard work, and I already worked a full shift today.”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll let you stay the night.” She let out.
“No, I was thinking more… you do to me what you’re doing to that popsicle….”
Stephanie froze for a second. Was he kidding? Surely, he wasn’t serious.
“Umm… okay, sure.” She finally decided, putting the glass of water on the coffee table.
Harold almost threw down the bottle and wiped his hands on his faded jeans.
“Can you take off my belt? I love it when you do that…” he sheepishly asked, almost expecting a no.
“Well, move down here because I’m kind of weighed down here.” She snapped as she shook her belly.
Stephanie unbuckled his belt and pulled it all the way out. Then she realized she saw the same model at the nearest chain grocery store before rolling her eyes.
Then she put her hands through the opening in his underwear and grabbed his rock-hard dick.
“Excited already, are we?” she joked.
After choking on a few massive cocks in the past year, Harold’s didn’t even make her gag. She could do all sorts of things with her tongue and throat now. Her dad would be horrified at the level of her newfound skill.
The only problem with Harold is that he either busted in 5 seconds or couldn’t stay hard due to porn-induced erectile dysfunction. There really was no in-between, but she preferred just getting it over with. She pressed her tongue along the shaft and ran it slowly down her throat, with her puppy-dog eyes glaring up towards his glasses. She had to throw in a few fake gags to make him feel like his dick wasn’t tragically average.
As his grunts got deeper and his legs started to shake, she could see the finish line. So she put her left hand around his balls and cupped them ever so gently. She couldn’t help but smile for the first time that evening. Harold’s hand went to her stomach, and as soon as he felt her protruding belly button, be exploded deep into the back of her throat.
She couldn’t believe how fast he was this time. She was expecting it, and it still surprised her.
She gave him a bit to empty out, then squeezed his dick like a bottle of toothpaste, trying to get every drip into her mouth. Then he plopped it out and collapsed on the other side of the coach.
Without skipping a beat, she reached for her empty water glass and spit out his “gift” like it was mouthwash.
“Could you help me up?” she begged, desperate to wash out the nasty taste.
Stephanie woke up 5 minutes before her alarm was set to go off. Usually, she’d cherish those precious few minutes before a long day full of discomfort, unwelcome stares, and back aches. Still, she rolled out of bed and hoisted herself up before she could change her mind.
After waddling to her bathroom, it looked like her belly had doubled in size from the night before. And to her astonishment, her shirts wouldn’t fit. It wasn’t even close. Her go-to maternity tank top wouldn’t even cover her belly button anymore. Not even if she sucked it in.
Thankfully she still had one of Harold’s hoodies he left in December. Sometimes having a husky boyfriend had its perks.
While the hoody covered her torso alright, unfortunately, it was white. It hugged her protruding stomach and would bring much-unwanted attention to her prominent symbol of the necessity of birth control. Oh well.
After Harold dropped her off for her morning class, she waddled up the steps and could feel every woman glaring daggers within 10 miles. It’s like they hated her for being pregnant.
Finally, she arrived at the classroom, but her professor was standing outside. Before she could enter, he greeted her and asked if they could chat in his office.
“Can we just talk out here? I really don’t want to go up any more stairs,” she said as she rubbed her stomach.
“Yes, that’s fine.” He replies. She could feel his discomfort and couldn’t wait to hear what he wanted to say. Hopefully, he wasn’t hitting on her.
“Stephanie, you’ve been removed from the class. I’m sorry. Also, the Dean wants to see you in his office ASAP.”
“What?!” she barked. “Finals are two weeks away, and I’m getting kicked out?! What for?! For this?!” she screamed as she pulled up the hoody and exposed her bare belly, causing it to sway from side to side from the commotion.
“I’m sorry dear, but there’s nothing I can do.” He responded, almost shaking with terror.
“This is bullshit! What the hell is wrong with you?! How could you do this to a pregnant woman?!” she could feel herself getting lightheaded, and everyone in the building stopped to see what was happening.
Suddenly, two campus police officers tapped on her shoulder.
“Ma’am, you need to come with us.”
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