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Luz snarled as she tugged on her stockings. “Come ON!” she exclaimed, yanking them up her thickened thighs.
The stockings gave up the fight and ripped, tearing down the length of her legs. “Ugh!” Luz exclaimed, flopping on her back. She’d been sitting on the edge of her bed, and the soft mattress cradled her extra-heavy body, still nude and fresh from the shower.
But even that couldn’t stop the air from whooshing out of her lungs. Luz was full-term pregnant with twins, and the massive weight of her gravid womb pressed down on her, squishing her internal organs with intense pressure. To add insult to injury, one of her babies kicked her right in the diaphragm, forcing out the last squick of air. The milk-filled swell of her breasts burdening her chest didn’t help either.
Luz rolled onto her side, gasping desperately, rubbing the swollen sphere of her belly to try and calm her babies down as she panted for air. “Uuuuugh,” she groaned once she’d managed to get some air in her lungs.
As though she was an approaching angel, Luz’s wife Amity walked over, her cotton-candy hair glowing in the evening light streaming in through the windows. She was already half-dressed, wearing a skirt and bra only, showing off the slight chub of her midriff. It was far, far smaller than Luz’s enormous, tight womb, but Luz still thought it was cute. The mattress sank down a little as Amity sat next to her, extending one pale hand to rub Luz’s gravid womb. “You ripped another pair of stockings?”
“Yeah,” Luz huffed, looking away. “I’m just too big.”
Amity snorted, which made Luz look toward her again. She leaned over and kissed Luz’s thigh, her soft hair brushing against Luz’s swollen belly. “I love how big you are.”
“I do too,” Luz sighed wistfully. Twin pregnancy had left her even thicker than her wife, with plump thighs, soft, squishy buttcheeks, hips much wider than her shoulders, and huge breasts brimming with milk.
Both girls loved Luz’s pregnant body. They both desperately wanted kids and were more than a little obsessed with pregnancy, to the point that Luz accidentally getting pregnant at age 21, while still in uni, was a matter of excitement. So much excitement that they’d gotten married two months ago, with Luz’s seven-month twin belly protruding proudly from her wedding dress.
Luz reached up and rested her hand on top of Amity’s, which was rubbing her pregnant belly. “But sometimes I wish I wasn’t so big. I don’t even fit your clothes anymore.”
Amity smiled, kissing the upper side of Luz’s pregnant belly. Right under her face, one of the babies kicked, making Luz’s taut fawn skin bulge up to meet her lips. Luz rubbed the spot to try and calm her baby down, but when she pulled her hand away, it was stained with pink streaks.
“Hey,” Luz mock-complained. “You got lipstick on my belly.” She held up her hand, whose pink smears perfectly matched Amity’s lipstick.
“Oh no,” Amity said sarcastically, and both girls devolved into a fit of giggles.
As Luz’s abdominal muscles heaved with laughter, they shook her gravid womb around, and the babies squirmed, kicking her in the diaphragm again. “Oof,” she winced, breath huffing out.
When Luz opened her eyes again, she saw Amity grinning flirtatiously as she cast a spell circle. Her lips glowed pink, and then she leaned over Luz’s belly again, kissing its smooth top surface. “I love you.”
“Aww Amity!” Luz sighed. “I love you too.” She craned her neck to see the spot where Amity had kissed her, and sure enough, there was a pink lip mark.
But Amity wasn’t done. She kissed a line down the round swell of Luz’s pregnant belly, curving around her popped-out bellybutton, bracing herself on her elbows as she twisted her face to make it right down to where she rested on the blankets. “You’re so beautiful.”
Luz smiled. “So are you, batatita.”
Amity just kept kissing, leaving trails of pink marks all over the fawn sphere of Luz’s womb. “You’re the light of my life.”
“Amity!” Luz squeaked.
Now, Amity’s kisses had moved toward her popped-out bellybutton, leaving a ring of overlapping pink lipstick around it. “I love you more than anything.”
Luz felt her face heat up. It was much more common for her to make Amity blush, but that made times like this even more special.
Amity planted a big, juicy kiss straight on Luz’s bellybutton, sending a shockwave through her heavily-pregnant body. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Mmmmmmmmmngh,” Luz moaned softly.
And Amity just kept going. Once Luz’s swollen womb was a mosaic of kiss marks, she shifted down to Luz’s wide hips, planting kisses all over the one she could reach. “I never knew happiness until I met you.”
Luz was still laying on her side, and she thought about rolling so Amity could access her other hip. But she decided not to, instead just basking in the warmth of her wife’s love.
Now, Amity was leaving lipstick marks on her thick thighs. “You’re so strong,” she murmured, moving up and down, making sure to get both legs.
“Amityyyyyyy,” Luz moaned. Her face was burning hot, and she was getting more and more flustered every time her wife’s lips met her skin.
Amity even leaned over Luz’s body to kiss the side of her upper buttcheek. “You’re the sunshine that wakes me up in the morning.”
Luz tried to reach down, around the enormous womb that blocked her view, to twine her fingers into her wife’s cotton-candy hair. But her hand only met empty air, and a quick pat around only came up with pink fingertips from the hundreds of kiss marks all over her hip, thighs, and pregnant underbelly.
Amity burst up from the far side of Luz’s twin-size pregnant belly, crawling up the bed, trailing a line of kisses up Luz’s dark linea negra, pausing to kiss her bellybutton for a few extra seconds. “I love how pregnant you are.”
“Nnnnnnnngh!” Luz keened, squirming around in place. God, why did this feel so good?
In response to her motion, one of the babies squirmed too, and Amity kissed the bulge on Luz’s taut womb. Then she rubbed her cheek against the spot, and the baby calmed down again. She pulled away, revealing that the kiss mark had transferred to her pale cheek. “You’re such a good mother to our babies.”
“You - uh - you are - mmmmmh!” Luz stammered. She hadn’t been this flustered in years.
Amity cupped Luz’s bare breasts in her hands as though she was cradling a baby bird. “You’re my saviour,” she murmured softly, then started kissing all over their soft skin.
“Amityyyyyyyy,” Luz groaned, feeling herself lactate a little. She was so full-term pregnant, so close to giving birth, that her breasts would produce milk at the slightest stimulation.
But Amity didn’t go anywhere near her dark, slightly-puffed areolae. She stuck to Luz’s fawn skin, radiant thanks to pregnancy hormones, covering it in a patchwork of pink lipstick. “My life is yours.”
Luz could do nothing but gasp and wrap her arms around her wife. She was so flustered, she couldn’t even form a sentence.
Amity’s lips marched over Luz’s collarbone, then up the hollow of her neck, across her jawbone, and circled her smiling cheeks. “I love you, Luz Noceda, and I always will.” She planted a big kiss right on Luz’s nose.
Luz had been reduced to a quivering mess. Eyes closed, face red, and arms wrapped around Amity’s back, she trembled slightly, overwhelmed by her wife’s love.
Then Luz cracked her eyelids, and Amity’s gorgeous golden eyes were right there. Pale hands cupped Luz’s face, and then Amity kissed her on the lips.
The explosion of love in Luz’s chest was nearly as strong as the one on the day they’d gotten married. “Mmmmph!” she squeaked, sliding her hands over Amity’s back to pull her in closer. They stayed like that for … Luz didn’t actually know how long. With lips locked together, breathing through their noses and holding each other close, they kissed until they finally fell apart. They laid next to each other, panting through swollen lips.
“I love you so much, Amity Noceda,” Luz said between breaths.
“I love you even more than that, Luz Noceda,” Amity replied.
They held hands in the middle for a few minutes until they’d regained their breath. Or rather, until Luz had regained her breath. Amity had recovered quickly, but Luz’s full-term twin pregnancy made it hard for her to breathe deeply.
Eventually, Amity sat up. Luz extended a hand, and her wife pulled her upright, since there was no way her overstretched abdominal muscles could do it.
“Should we keep getting ready, or do you want to stay in tonight?” asked Amity with a wink.
“Keep getting ready, that can wait until after the date,” Luz said back.
Amity stood. “Can I bring you something to wear?”
“Please,” said Luz, giving her gravid belly some air pats to avoid messing up the pink lip marks all over it. “I’m not ready to stand up yet.”
As Amity headed to the closet, Luz continued, “Can you give me my translucent purple dress?”
Amity rummaged around for a moment, then retrieved the dress. “Are you sure? It’s a little … revealing for you.”
It certainly was. Not only was the dress made entirely from translucent fabric, but the hemline barely came to the bottom of Luz’s pregnancy-enhanced buttcheeks, and the strapless neckline scooped so deeply that it might actually show a little of the top of her pregnant belly. It was more a piece of lingerie than something intended for public wear, her bra and panties would be easily visible undernreath.
“I’m sure. I want to show off how much my wife loves me,” said Luz, looking pointedly down at her pregnant body, which was absolutely covered in kiss marks. In some places, her skin looked more pink than Latina.
Now it was Amity’s turn to blush. “Um, okay!” she squeaked, tossing the dress over.
Luz let it flop onto the bed and started feeling around behind her for the bra that she’d put there earlier, but her eyes never left the cotton-candy-haired goddess searching for a top in the closet. Amity really was the perfect wife.