A Full Day for a CD Wife

One of the weirdest gurl days.

My bf at the time loved me dressing. Whenever I was home, I was expected to be dressed. It was especially great for long weekends. He had been fucking me trying to knock me up for the past couple months. It was hot. I loved the attention, even though I was pretty sore most of the time. Playing housewife just made him very horny.

I guess he wanted to play a different aspect of it. On one of these weekends he wanted me to be barefoot and pregnant all day, and I agreed. We had a long weekend anyway.

The morning started early with my usual cleansing routine. It usually takes an hour. Afterwards I would normally crawl back into bed to wake up next to my man. However, Mark met me in the bathroom while I was doing my makeup. He hung the enema bag back up, and left the bathroom. I was a bit confused.

He came back in with our large salad bowl. In it was an clear jello mix. It was thicker than water for sure, but not firm like jello. As he poured it, he told me it was unflavored gelatin, but more dilute than I used for cooking. It poured pretty easily into the bag.

My bag is pretty large. The full volume of it fills me up completely, and then some. Mark had me start to take the mix in, and then started pouring more in the bag. I briefly started to protest, but he swatted me really hard on the ass and gave me a stern look that cut off my argument.

He had me bend over as he rubbed my belly to relax me. The relaxation did help get a lot more in me, but I was still panting and sweating by the end of it. Before he took the applicator out, he retrieved a plug from the bedroom. It was bigger than my other ones, was made of a heavy duty rubber, and had an inflation bulb attached to it by a hose.

He managed to get it in me without letting more than a few drops of my new contents out. The credit lies with lube and his firm but gentle method of insertion. I wasn't much help as I was clenching to keep everything inside and was still sore from the night before. Still, it got in, and nothing was going to get out past it.

Mark made sure of this by giving a number of squeezes to the bulb. The plug had a pretty sizeable solid core, but the thick rubber surrounding it inflated like an armored balloon. The neck of it was manageable and not too big, but it felt like it was attached to a grapefruit inside me. The added pressure elicited a tear and a sniffle.

He gently pulled me up to standing and told me, "There. There. It's not so bad. This is what we've been trying for." His hands were on my belly as he stood behind me. I don't think I could have been more surprised as I saw our reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was huge! and I really looked pregnant!

Leaning back into his chest, I let myself completely relax my hole and even gave a little test push. Nothing. The plug didn't even move. I was amazed. It wasn't comfortable, but I was amazed.

The time for astonishment didn't last long as Mark patted my ass out of the bathroom and told me to go put on a dress. After I did, I came back and asked him what he wanted to do about my tail. He compressed the bulb flat, ran the tubing up between my cheeks, and instructed me to tuck it into the waistband of my underwear. I had to go put on panties.

I didn't even make it out to the kitchen to start the coffee. He caught my arm and told me that just because I was pregnant didn't mean I could avoid my duties. His cock was rock solid. My mouth was going to have to be it, since I couldn't have sex in my condition. So like a good housewife, I got down on my knees.

The added weight and volume of my belly made it more difficult for me to get down on my knees. I had to keep my legs spread a bit to be comfortable. Just the motion of moving my head back and forth made me acutely aware of my added mass. It didn't make it too much more difficult to go down on my man, but it was different. Even still, it barely took five minutes before I had his cream out of him.

After that busy morning, he was all about pampering me. He took over cooking breakfast when I had to run to the bathroom to pee. He brought me coffee on the balcony. My lower back was always supported by a pillow. It was very nice to be attended to.

It was almost enough to make up for the discomfort. I was carrying a dozen pounds extra pounds. Mark was very turned on by all of it and I ended up having to give him three more blow jobs that day. None of those went as quickly as the first. On top of it all, my back was sore and I had to pee like clockwork every 45 minutes.

The day was as relaxing as it could have been. In the evening Mark asked me if I was ready to be done. My jaw and back were aching. I felt so stretched from being full all day. I was actually pretty tired despite not having done much of anything. Of course I answered with a yes. He smiled and said he was going to go prepare the tub for me. When I inquired as for what, he told me for a water birth. I was not nearly as entertained as he was.

I sat down on bottomless on a squishy plastic little pad for our tub, and reclined on a foam cushion he placed behind me. My legs went up on the side of the enclosure. Mark sat halfway down the tub from my head and used his fingers to apply a lot of lube in and around my hole. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

The first couple pushes accomplished nothing. I didn't think it could be done, but Mark assured me that I could do it. Bearing down to push the mass inside me was intense. As my muscles strained and my breathing came in ragged bursts, I finally started to make progress. Mark's hand kept enough pressure on the base of the plug to keep me from firing it like a cannon.

His hand impeded my progress and drew the ordeal out for me, but his other hand was grasped firmly in mine. He also kept encouraging me and telling me how good I was doing. I must have looked a mess, because his facial expression was very concerned.

Finally I managed to get to the widest part. I let out a loud scream, nearly crushed Mark's hand, and felt myself spread the most open I've ever been. After the midpoint pasted, I started sobbing. Mark let the rest of the inflated plug out of me gently. It was followed by a lot of thick clear gelatin.

When I saw the size of the thing that had been inflated inside of me, I could hardly believe it. It had to be four inches across. It looked like a shiny black softball, and it was about as solid. I knew from my experience that it's thick rubber really didn't have much give. Seeing it gave me pause and my sobbing stopped momentarily.

The crying started again as I did have to push more to get the gel out. It wasn't like being filled with water where it would rush out. I had to work. Getting the liters out of me wasn't as strenuous as the plug, but it was tiring. I was totally exhausted by the time I was empty enough to stand.

Mark showered me off and patted me down with a towel. Wrapped in my terrycloth robe I made my way very slowly to the bedroom. I didn't even bother to take off my makeup. I was totally worn out, and passed out almost as soon as I laid down in our bed. Mark wrapped his arm around me and chased me into slumber. It had been a very full day.