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Wombs As Reparations — Chapter 20
Hello, and welcome to the newsletter for “Mixed Pregnancy Stories”. This article is Chapter 20 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.
“No.. fucking… way…” Exclaimed Karen, staring at Stephanie’s phone.
“Yep,” Steph confirmed, rubbing her huge round belly.
Karen could not believe the picture on her pregnant friend’s phone. It showed the text message that proved Harold’s dad was behind Steph’s expulsion.
“How did you even find it?” Karen asked.
“Oh girl, it’s a long story. I had to suck his tiny dick!”
The girls started giggling. Stephanie’s belly shook up and down every time she laughed. And Karen couldn’t help but notice.
“OMG, I am so in love with your belly!” her friend screamed while throwing her hands on each side of it.
“When are you due?”
“Uh, like a month?”
“What?!?!?! You’re huge! How is this thing gonna get any bigger?” Karen shrieked while her hands kept rubbing her friend’s bump.
“It’s so cute when you laugh. Your belly bounces up and down every time. Do it again!” she pleaded Stephanie.
“I can’t just laugh on command! You’re gonna have to say something funny.” giggled Stephanie.
“There it is!” exclaimed Karen as the belly took another bounce. She wiggled it from side to side, which made Steph laugh even harder. Her shirt had ridden up her stomach toward her boobs due to all the bouncing. Now, her bare tummy was staring Karen right in the face. Her belly button was sticking out like a nipple in a snowstorm.
Karen couldn’t wait to have a pregnant belly of her own. She was tired of all the attention going to Stephanie. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this, but it just felt right.
“I love you so much, girl,” began Karen. “You make pregnancy look easy!”
“Thank you, but let’s get back to business,” replied Steph, yanking her belly away and pulling her tight white shirt back over it.
“I need to get back into school before my due date. If WE are going to make our ‘Wombs as Reparations’ idea a thing, I HAVE to be a student.”
Stephanie paused to take a bite out of a sandwich. She was eating pretty much all day now.
After swallowing, she continued. “Plus, my visibly pregnant belly will help sell the message. And the fact that a Black man did this to me is icing on the cake.”
Karen nodded her head and asked, “But how do we get you back into school?”
Steph picked up her sandwich again. Karen was mesmerized at how quickly her pregnant friend inhaled her food, and each swallow made her huge belly shake a bit. It seemed to grow larger with each bite. And her boobs were getting so big, but they kept their perky round shape. Oh, what she would do to play with her tits for an evening.
“Karen, snap out of it!” she barked.
Her friend jumped up and apologized as they both got to brainstorming.
After they bounced off some ideas, Karen came up with a good one.
“Why don’t you just threaten to sue the school for discriminating?”
Stephanie tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
Karen continued, “You can argue that they kicked you out because of your pregnancy. We have Harold’s father’s text conversation as proof. Since he’s obviously rich, he’s probably a big donor. That would be the only way he could get you thrown out without actually working there.”
A smile slowly emerged across Steph’s face.
“Plus, you can probably get that lawyer you hooked up with to represent you for free. What was his name again?”
“Daniel,” Steph replied with a shiver.
“Yeah, that guy. He has a wife, right? If he doesn’t agree to help you, you can make things very bad for him…”
Stephanie was filled with a whole wealth of emotions. Her pupils were as wide as a quarter, and she felt unstoppable.
“Karen, when did you get so fucking brilliant?”
Karen stopped to think for a bit. Her throat suddenly became dry as a desert.
She finally replied, “Maybe I learned it from you. After all, you’ve managed to snag both a top-tier baby daddy and a mega simp to take care of you. Maybe you could teach me how to seduce people too…”
Stephanie waddled towards her, angled her belly to the side, and leaned in slowly. Her heart was pounding in anticipation. Karen met her halfway, and their lips finally touched, a tender kiss that felt like the beginning of a beautiful journey.
The two girls embraced like they’d reunited after years apart. Karen grabbed her friend’s breast and squeezed it with her shaking hand. The other one was wrapped around Stephanie’s head for support. Steph’s left hand was around her friend’s head, with the right holding her belly stable. Each inhalation and exhalation shook her stomach, and she didn’t want to lose her balance.
Karen put her hand down her friend’s pants.
“Feel how wet I am?” Steph whispered.
Karen started gently rubbing against Stephanie’s panties. They were already soaking wet. She couldn’t believe how horny her pregnant friend was.
“Get in my bed. Now.” Steph whispered.
Just as the two made it to her bedroom, Stephanie’s phone started to ring.
“Oh shit. It’s Harold!”
Just as she was about to answer, Karen yelled, “Wait, I have an idea!”
Steph paused and waited for the rest.
“Why don’t you have sex with Harold again while I go through his phone? We might need more evidence for the case.”
Steph lit up with excitement.
“I like it. But I’d like to propose one change,” began Steph.
“What’s that?”
Stephanie blushed. “Why don’t you fuck Harold?”
Karen was taken aback.
“Uh, what?”
Stephanie was glowing red. “Back in Darren’s dorm, I liked being tied up and forced to watch.”
Karen’s cheeks were starting to get red, too.
“Really? I thought you always liked being the dominant one?”
“Sometimes, yeah,” answered Stephanie. “But… I like being submissive and kinda helpless too…”
Karen paused. Then she said, “I guess that makes sense. After all, you’re nothing but a cum slut for Black guys anyway.”
Stephanie gasped but fluttered her eyelashes.
“And look, the evidence is right here,” she continued, giving Stephanie’s belly a nice pat.
“You’ve had so many guys cum inside you, you probably don’t even know who the daddy is…”
Stephanie shook her head as she started to masturbate.
“I would say we could narrow it down to Black guys only, but that wouldn’t help at all, would it?”
Stephanie grunted as her hand moved faster.
“You don’t even like these guys. You just like being a used-up whore who destroys her family’s reputation, don’t you?”
Now she was shaking and moaning like the night she got pregnant.
“Yeah, yeah, you like that, don’t you. You little slut. You like how humiliating it is to be a single white girl pregnant with a Black man’s seed. No decent man would ever put a ring on it. That’s why you’re so disgusted by Harold. But you’ll suck his tiny white dick for gas money, wouldn’t you?”
That was just enough to send Stephanie over the edge. She hadn’t had an orgasm like that since the last time she felt a fat Black cock inside her fertile white pussy. She couldn’t keep her eyes open or her belly from shaking out of her shirt again.
The two embraced once again, their tongues colliding and breasts mashed up against each other. Karen didn’t even want to masturbate. Getting her friend to come with words alone was enough.
“It sure is hard to focus with you,” beamed Stephanie. She placed Karen’s hand on her belly and let her feel around some more.
“Now, about this Harold situation,” she continued. “Are you going to let Harold come inside you?”
Karen thought for a moment. Then she replied, “What do you think?”
Without hesitating, Stephanie took out her phone to text her fiance.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
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