Wombs as Reparations — Chapter 21

Hello, and welcome to the newsletter for “Mixed Pregnancy Stories”. This article is Chapter 21 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.

At 38 weeks, Stephanie could barely fit into any of her maternity clothes. But you know what. It’s over 90 degrees outside, so she will put on a sports bra, a tank top, and athletic shorts and call it a day. If anyone cares, that’s their fucking problem.

Eventually, she arrived at the Dean’s office wearing the same outfit, much to the staff’s displeasure. Every person she walked stopped in their tracks, and their eyes widened at the sight of her big belly. The scantily clad pregnant girl just waddled by like she owned the place.

Finally, she arrived at the receptionist’s desk, who looked her up and down.

“Aren’t you a little young to be pregnant?” The lady said.

Steph rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you a little old to still be working?” Stephanie responded.

The receptionist glared at the visibly pregnant girl but knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

“It’s a shame this country allows such a tragedy. I don’t even see a ring on your finger.” She said to Stephanie.

“That’s none of your business. I’m going to walk into the Dean’s office now. Bye-bye,” she replied, waddling towards two large wooden doors.

She swung them open to find a massive office with a long wooden desk and a middle-aged, clean-shaven white man sitting behind it.

“Ah, y-you must be Stephanie,” he stammered, lunging from his seat to shake her hand.

“I don’t shake hands with racists,” she barked, putting her hand behind her back and arching her belly to stick out even more.

“Oh?” He replied.

“Yeah. I know about Harold’s dad. The donor guy. He paid you to kick me out, didn’t he?”

The Dean flinched.

“Erm, how about you take a seat, Misses… umm.”

“Cut the bullshit!” She screamed. “Why did you expel me?! A single mother? PREGNANT?! Nowhere to go? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

She was in tears at this point.

Suddenly, the receptionist was at the door.

“Dr. Norwood, is there something wrong?” The old lady asked.

Stephanie whipped around and yelled, “Mind your own damn business!”

The door quickly shut.

The Dean reached for a box of tissues and brought them to the sobbing pregnant girl. They were soon slapped away as she berated him even further for allowing himself to be bribed by a racist old man.

“You fucked up, sir. You really fucked up. I know my rights. I hired a lawyer, and we have physical evidence. Do you really want to go to court against a single mom? With a mixed family? In the current year?! You know what they do to racists in the public sphere?”

The Dean tried his best to calm her down. But it was a losing battle.

“Here’s what you’re going to do! First, you’re going to reinstate me as a student. On a full scholarship. Second, you’re going to allow me to host a campus-wide presentation of my ‘wombs as reparations’ idea.”

The Dean looked puzzled.

“And what is that, darling?”

“Ugh,” she snapped. “Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s the idea that I got fucking kicked out for!”

“Aaah,” the Dean replied. “You want the white girls on campus to carry mixed babies in their wombs.”

“Exactly,” began Stephanie, a smile across her face.

“I want every white girl looking like me,” she continued, rubbing her big round belly. “But they’ll all be surrogates, so it’s not like they had unprotected sex. Like me…”

She was blushing hard.

“I have to sit down,” she whimpered, clutching her stomach.

“And only then will I even consider dropping all charges!” She continued, taking her shoes off.

The Dean asked if he could do anything to make things right.

Stephanie thinks for a moment.

Eventually, she spreads her legs and leans back in her chair.

The Dean seems confused.

“You can start by eating me out.”

The Dean looked like a deer in the headlights.

“…But you’re 9 months pregnant.”

Stephanie threw her notebook at him.

“First of all, I’m not quite 9 months. Secondly, that’s rude of you to assume how far along I am from my belly size alone. And third, I don’t care. Do you want out of this mess? This is your only shot.”

Stephanie grabbed his hand and led them to the sofa in the corner of the room. It was a long green couch with matching pillows. Thankfully it was over carpet, so the Dean’s knees wouldn’t be destroyed.

He seemed extremely nervous but knew he was ultimately powerless. Stephanie had him by the balls. And there was no way out except her pussy.

She unzipped her pants and threw them to the side, gently recommending he lock the door. As he walked back to the sofa, her panties were already at her feet. She lifted her tank top up to reveal her massive, glistening belly. No stretchmarks could be seen. It was so big and round that she had to hold it up to even see her pussy.

The Dean fell on his knees and slowly tilted his head.

“Hurry up, I ain’t got all day,” she barked.

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

The Dean looked up, and all he could see was her humongous belly stretching almost 3 feet out. Her legs were smooth and toned, her pussy was dripping wet from all the excitement, and her stomach towered above everything. He couldn’t even see the chandelier above them with her big belly in the way.

“Oooh…” she let out as his tongue touched her clit. She hadn’t had her pussy ate out in ages. And she was getting super horny during this last trimester. Pregnancy hormones are a bitch.

The Dean started off pretty slow. She liked it. Stephanie closed her eyes and went to her happy place as his tongue rubbed against her lady parts. Oh, how she wish Darren was the one doing it. But at least she could pretend.

“Oh Darren… I love you,” she whispered.

Her arms were already getting tired, lifting her heavy belly. She let it slowly rest on the Dean’s head, causing him to halt.

“Did I say you could stop?!” She barked.

Back in he went. He started licking it harder and faster, but not too fast.

She was really starting to enjoy it now. She took one of her hands and started to massage her breasts. Her nipples were poking straight through her bra. Oh, how she wish a strong, sexy man would grab her boobs and play with them.

“Oooh, oooooh yes baby. Yes, YES YES YES!”

He was really getting into it. She thought he would suck at this but he’s sucking the life out of her. Is this what it feels like to be rich and powerful? Have pathetic people suck your dick or lick your clit at your mercy? If it is, she could get used to this…

She started imagining the night that she got pregnant. Seeing his giant Black cock slide in and out of her. It was so big that she felt like nothing but a sex toy when it rammed down her pussy. And when he exploded inside of her, it was like a dream come true. She knew she’d probably spend her entire life chasing that moment.

“Mmmm yeah, a big Black man did this to me,” she let out, giving her belly a loving smack. It wobbled back and forth, but the Dean never stopped.

“How does that make you feel?” she continued, wanting some sort of reaction.

The Dean placed his hands on her belly for support, but Stephanie swatted them away.

“No white guys get to touch my belly! Only Black men! Are you a Black man?”

The Dean shook his head.

“Didn’t think so…” she continued, pulling her tank top over her stomach. But it was a losing battle because each lick on her dripping pussy caused her belly to wobble side to side, which made her shirt ride up towards her breasts. She eventually just said fuck it and let her bare belly show.

The Dean took a short break from her pussy and started licking around her belly button. It had popped out some time ago, sticking straight out. She felt almost ticklish when the Dean pushed his tongue into her navel. He even kissed her belly, which made her feel all kinds of way.

Soon, he was back at it, spelling her name with his tongue and his head buried against her bush. Harold’s lazy ass didn’t shave down there last night. What a fucking loser. Doesn’t he know that she has work to do?

“Oh, Dr. Norwood, yes, yes YES YES YES!!!”

He was giving her the works, and she was almost lying on her back. Her vision started to go black, and she let out a muffled scream as she grabbed a nearby pillow, burying it into her face.

Where the hell did he learn to do this?

She felt his hands on her tummy again, but she let it slide this time. Anyone who eats pussy this good can do whatever they want. She almost wanted his babies inside of her. Almost.

“Ugh… mmmmMMMMM Yes baby, YES! Aaaaagggghh!!!”

He was going even faster and harder this time. The whole couch was shaking, and her breasts were starting to leak. She felt like her entire body was on fire. She might even go into labor from this!

Finally, she felt one last insane rush throughout her entire body. It started at her toes and shot towards her head, like she had been injected with the strongest morphine known to man (and women). It felt like an eternity and an instant simultaneously. She forgot she was pregnant and forgot about everything except her womanhood. In that moment, all that mattered was her, and she felt connected to the entire universe.

She let out intense moans that were muffled by the pillow attached to her sweating face. Without it, someone might have called the police.

When she finally returned to planet Earth, she laid straight back, panting and sweating. Her belly flopped down to her side, and she started to rub it. She looked down and saw that her breasts were out and were leaking even worse than she had feared.

“You want to lick these?” she offered, gesturing towards her boobs.

The Dean took her up on the offer without hesitation. She reached down to undo his pants, but he stopped her.

Confused, she asked why.

“I don’t swing that way,” he replied.

Wait a minute… the Dean was GAY? How on earth did he eat pussy so well?

She eventually just shrugged her shoulders, being thankful that she didn’t have to swallow another man’s load of cum. She would’ve sucked five men off for someone to eat her pussy that good.

“Okay, I think that was enough,” Stephanie said as she zipped up her jeans. They struggled to zip up all the way because her stomach was protruding almost a foot out.

The Dean was breathing heavily.

“You sure you want to go? I can keep going…”

“Oh, I bet you can,” she replied, putting her breasts back into her tight white tank top. They had jumped out from all the excitement. “But I have work to do.”

After waddling down the stairs, she left the building and reached her car. As she was trying to fit the seat belt around her bump, her phone started buzzing. At that moment, she wished she had put her phone on top of her pussy. She would have left the stratosphere.

“Hello, who is this?”

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