Well it took him long enough, but finally my sweet fella has settled into the Gravitta lifestyle. This is Ali and I’m taking my turn to change this from his scientific journal into a bit more of a personal one (as if he wasn’t just using this to brag about his sex life anyway!). I’ve had my eye on him since he showed up all those months ago. He was easy to seduce but he just wouldn’t stop digging until he found out how our island was keeping the women so pregnant and the men so hung and horny. Now that he knows, he’s finally calmed down a lot, and is pretty content spending his days with me, growing closer, making love and enjoying the tropical island we live in. He’s been really helpful, tending to my every need. Why. I’m so pregnant I can’t even get dressed on my own anymore! 😉

It’s been a month since he updated this and in that time we’ve really taken advantage of my swelling waistline, having sex often throughout the day and all night long. Thank god the hormones here facilitate faster recovery for the guys, otherwise my hunk wouldn’t stand a chance against my ravenous sex drive! By now with my near ten month belly about to pop with quadruplets, I’m so full it feels like someone is rubbing on my fat clit any time I move or sway. And boy do I sway, as I waddle around my enormous womb working with the newest recruits as they acclimate to their new calling in life and helping some of the biggest and least mobile girls on the island with their day to day tasks during the workday while their men are away. At least I did until I turned into one of those girls!

I’m pretty huge right now myself, and I gotta admit, I love it. I love that I can’t reach around my belly to rub my big popped out belly button. It sticks out nearly two inches and it’s so sensitive I shiver whenever my hubby wraps his lips around it and sucks deeply. More than once I’ve been left shaking with a deep hickey around my belly button, one that shows through light colored clothing. It’s a bit embarrassing, but well worth it! My belly is wider than my full, child-bearing hips and takes up my entire torso, measuring 86 inches around. Even with my experience carrying a full car’s worth of people inside me, I’m nearly uselessly huge by now. I’m happy I’ve found a guy like the one I have, since he never lets me forget for a moment how sexy and desirable I am when I’m this knocked up.

I had the day by myself and was tidying up in an admittedly rare, matching pink set of underwear when the door rang with some fun faces.

“Nikki! Brittany! Hey you guys, what are you up to?” I asked, moving awkwardly around the door so the door wouldn’t hit me in the womb. My lovely friends were there, obviously coming from a nice day at the beach with Nikki wearing a cute white two piece swimsuit. You can never really tell where Brittany was by an outfit since she really never dresses, she really loves the feeling of being naked and of course how much attention her swollen, curvy body gets from all the guys (and most of the girls)! Brittany pushed her way past me, eager to get to the bathroom to pee. I noticed her new shoulder tat as she passed me by. It was a sexy lady cradling a big pregnant belly, but the belly was a picture of the globe. Britt was going for a real “Earth Mother” thing, and it suited her.

“Well, we were around and thought it’d be nice to check up on you since you’re so close to dropping. You look amazing, sweetheart, really, really glowing,” Nikki flattered me as she leant in for a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re so sweet, come in, I’m alone. I was just trying to keep myself busy. I swear if I’m not battling the heat and humidity, I’m just trying to keep myself comfortable. These four are big!”

Nikki was really settled into island life, a real change from the nervous eighteen year old girl who I had mentored through her first pregnancy, the heavy quints she had borne two months ago. She held up like a trooper right up until the end, and even found a casual boy toy in her last two months, one of the island’s chefs. If anyone could keep a girl here satisfied, it was probably him! We moved ourselves into the kitchen where Nikki began fixing a few cups of tea while I rested my bloated body down into a comfortable chair by the table. I had a chance to admire her round butt in her sexy little bikini, each plump cheek giggling softly as she moved. Nikki’s body had bounced back quickly from her birth of the heavy quints.

“You know, I just got my test results back yesterday. I’m officially pregnant again! I knew I was, I got a little bit of a swelling in my abdomen, but it’s still nice to know for sure. I’m one month with triplets. My “iron chef” was pretty happy too, especially when Brittany dropped by to help us celebrate most of last night.” I heard Brittany rustling herself with a laugh in the bathroom after hearing her name.

“He sure was iron!” She joked from the other room, opening the door and waddling herself in. Brittany was currently in the middle of her biggest load yet on the island, four months along with octuplets! In this pregnancy alone she was carrying as many as she had in the last three years. They refrain from higher order multiples until you are a proven breeder and Brittany was sure that, notorious for carrying some of the heaviest and healthiest babies of anybody. I’m really jealous of her. She was already big, at only four months she looked at term with twins. I can’t even imagine what she’s gonna look like at term. Knowing Britt though, she’s really gonna take these next six months as a challenge and when she’s not having sex with any guy walking by with a six pack and a nice cock (or girl with a round belly and perky tits), she’s going to be preparing for this as much as possible. Brittany waddled herself in and sat next to me as Nikki put a cup of tea in front of us and sat in the last seat. Brittany sat sideways to reach and started pouring sugar in to satisfy her sweet tooth. I didn’t really have that option so instead I tucked a napkin under my boobs and used my massive belly as a shelf for my own cup. We started sipping and talking, our conversation turning lazily from life to weather (mostly the tropical heat we had to find ways around) to work to men.

“I really owe you, Ali,” Nikki confided. “You were so right about finding a boyfriend for those long nights. By the time I was too big to even waddle, I really, really needed him. In more ways than one,” Nikki grinned, her big cheekbones high in her face and her bright green eyes shining. “I was so big by the end, I really blew up in those last few months. I mean, I expected it with as much as I was eating, but to gain 55 pounds in your tenth month?! Who does that?”

“Don’t, baby, you looked so sexy at the end all round. Didn’t you just love being preggo? I fuckin’ love this, spending all day swelling up and gettin’ it in. I know you had fun last night!” Brittany added, rubbing around her belly before reaching a leg up to tease Nikki’s thigh.

“You know I did,” Nikki grinned. “I had a great time last night and when I was carrying those quints. I don’t think I know anyone who loves being pregnant as much as you though, Brittany. Are you really just this horny?”

“Oh trust me, she is, sweetheart,” I interrupted. Brittany was busy anyway refilling her cup. “I’ve known Brittany since our early days here on Gravitta and I can’t really remember her wearing clothes or not taking every chance for sex that she gets.”

“What, like you guys don’t love getting fucked nice and hard? Letting some hunk with a long, thick cock drill you while you cum over and over? So I’m big and pregnant and hormonal all the time, I’m horny! If I wasn’t in the program, honestly I’d probably have a ton of kids anyway. I’m a sexual person.” Brittany was really getting into her description of herself, rubbing up and down her belly until she was grabbing onto her long, crinkly nipples and scissoring her legs together. I can guarantee her wet pussy was screaming to get fucked. I know she was sure looking at Nikki and I with a lot of desire in her eyes. “I’m not gonna wear clothes if I don’t have to, I like people looking at my big, fat boobs and seeing half the guys crane to see my ass sway when I waddle past. I look good with a big ol’ belly attached to the front of me. I know it’s going to get plenty big with eight in here. Can you even imagine how wet my pussy is going to be in a few months? I’ve never been this big this quick! God, I’m drenched already, I wake up every morning with my hand in my pussy. I keep dreaming of what I’ll look like in a few months with a belly too enormous for me to even stand up and my titties spraying out milk like I’m a little cow. Some sexy preggos feeding my hungry belly and eating my needy pussy while all I have to do is keep eating and resting and getting as pregnant as possible. I better see you girls there, front and center. Six months? By then you should both be nice and big, and dressed in, say, the sexiest lingerie we can find? I know having you two in sexy outfits will help me pass my time!”

God, Brittany sure has an imagination when it comes to sex. We were all so caught up in the moment, we just spent a minute rubbing on our bellies and sipping our drinks.

“I swear, my boyfriend is getting such a workout when he comes in the door. It’s a good thing he likes my ass since doggy style is just about all we can do. He’s really enjoyed my doctor’s advice that he cums inside me, even if sometimes we get a little caught up and he cums on my face or my belly. I just cant help but craving it, feeling him splatter me with his sperm. Last night we actually got a little naughtier than usual,” I confided. Just the memory of last night was getting me wet again, and I started moving my hands around my belly in big, lazy circles before circling them down to my hips and thighs before coming back up again. My pink bra and skimpy thong just felt so constricting and uncomfortable while I remembered so vividly how I had been ravaged the night before. “I was waiting around for so long for him to come home I decided to turn myself into a big-bellied Barbie and play a little dress up. He was really excited when he came in to find a naughty, knocked up school girl. I had one of his button-up shirts tied in a knot around my boobs with my nipples almost poking through and my short little plaid skirt really high up on my hips. I had some sexy little glasses and heels. The hardest part was getting a delicate pair of stockings up my legs around my globes. I took the time to really slut up my make-up. I even used some bright red lipstick to scribble an “A+” on the side of my baby factory. As soon as he came home, he wanted all over me like a wild animal but I made him wait a little to get teased.”

“I sat him down on his big, comfy chair and sat in his lap. The chair was really groaning but he didn’t complain. I told him in a sweet little voice that I had been too busy having sex and getting knocked up to study and I needed a BIG favor from my favorite professor. I could feel his big dick sliding down in between my ass nice and slow while I told him I had seen him staring at me all year long while my poor little tummy swelled and swelled and my little uniform covered less and less of me until it made me look like a dirty slut that was just begging to get fucked. I started whispering in his ear, asking him if there was anyyyything I could do to get my grade “up”. I swear he was drooling like a caveman by this point and his big cock was starting to throb. I was getting afraid he was going to blow in his pants but I kept squirming and teasing in his lap.

Finally I took his hands and starting having him unbutton my top and pull my boobs out while I was kissing up and down his neck. We couldn’t wait another moment and I honestly think I went too far with the teasing! I’ve never been fucked like that, he bent me over the couch and just didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop orgasming, I felt like I was on fire. I’m only wearing a bra since my boobs are sore from slapping off my big, hard belly and panties to catch some of that torrential load that’s still dripping out of me,” I finished my story with a wide grin, and looked up to see Nikki fanning herself softly and Brittany rubbing softly on her clit.

“Mmmm, Ali you dirty girl, I just love the way you talk,” Nikki said. She readjusted her bright white bikini top top to push her large bust together, giving herself a long line of cleavage that was even more eye-popping without the globe of a womb that Brittany or I had. “What do you think about taking our measurements while we’re here?”

How could I resist? We moved into the living room and grabbed the measuring tape. We started with Nikki’s recently impregnated body, checking her at a curvy and delicious 36H-31-36. No wonder her chef was so randy for her! I bet he’ll find plenty of ways to keep her belly full ;). Brittany grabbed a camera and Nikki posed for her, turning and voguing and vamping for the attention in her little bikini, shaking her milky fits and hiking her bottom into a mini thong cut way up buttcrack. Brittany was up next, measuring “big” for four months at 38DD-55-42. She is really set for a big explosion in that waistline. Knowing her, Brittany was going to be in heat the whole time. I can see her tenth month now with a long line of guys coming by to service her when she needs it most, bending over the side of her bed with her belly button dragging on the ground and her boy toys burying their horse cocks deep inside her sopping wet cunt. I cannot wait. I’m certain Britt’s going to set new records for belly size. Finally she and Nik teamed up to measure me. 40F-86-38, and I was surprised it wasn’t even larger! I posed for my pics, but since I couldn’t really pose per se, I mainly showed off little things I had grown too big for, like reaching my hands around my belly or having any chance seeing anything below my boobs and baby factory.

After our personal photo shoot, Brittany and Nikki left for a quick trip to the gym followed by a binge session at the cafeteria. I was left with a wet pussy and a few hours until I could get my sexy, hung guy all to myself. After I’m done writing here, I think I will break open my closet and try to find another fun outfit for the night. I know I’ve got some that can fit me. With adjustable enough waists, I know I have a cheerleader, a French maid, an angel and a police officer. Boy, I may need to do a little fashion show! Tonight will be fun. Maybe I’ll write about it sometime, or maybe he will when I’m done with him long enough to let him think again!

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