Prego Belly

When I was was in my teens, I was surprised to find out my mom was going to have a baby. I didn’t take the news very well. I was an only child and enjoyed being spoiled by my parents, especially my dad, who always called me his little girl. Suddenly things were different. First of all I had to start doing chores because my mom was tired a lot. As I said, I was a little spoiled

and resented having to do the extra work as my mom’s belly got bigger and bigger. I took it out on her by making jokes about her growing belly and mounting weight.

When she modeled a maternity bathing suit for me I told her not go to to the beach because she’d be mistaken for a beached whale. And when she’d have trouble getting up from a chair I’d tell her I’d get a crane.

Finally, in her eighth month she snapped at me.

It was a summer morning and my dad had left for work, so it was just my mom and me in the house. I got out of bed when I heard mom turn off the shower in the bathroom. I stood at the bathroom door for her to come out, and it was quite a contrast when she opened the door. I was wearing the skimpy mid-drift tee shirt I was sleeping in and some panties and she was nude, except for the towel she was trying to wrap around her hips. It wasn’t working; her belly was an enormous round ball.

“My God mom,” I said, “Look how huge you are. You’re enormous.” I lifted my tee-shirt, “Don’t you wish you had a nice smooth flat belly like mine instead of that big prego belly you’re carrying around?” I patted her firm, distended stomach.

She looked at me angrily and said, “ Yes I do” before storming past me. I laughed it off and got in the shower. What could she do, I thought.

Well, while I was in the shower, I heard my mom come back into the bathroom to do something, but I couldn’t see because of the shower curtain, I was hoping she was putting away some clean towels because I didn’t want to do it.

When I pulled open the shower curtain I was surprised to see my mom standing there. She had put on panties and a bra, but nothing to cover up her jutting belly. What surprised me was she was holding a bulging, 3-quart enema bag.

“Stopped up?” I asked her. It wasn’t unusual to see the enema kit hanging in the bathroom because she was always constipated.

“No,” she said, “This is for you. It’s time you learned a lesson. You think it’s easy walking around with this big pregnant belly, well it isn’t and I’ll show you how hard it is. Bend over.”

I was shocked, “Mom, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to give you a big prego belly, we’ll see if you like it, now bend over or you’re getting grounded for a month.”

I protested, but she wouldn’t relent until I bent over and gave her access to my butt. She smeared a glob of Vaseline on my asshole and then I gasped as she twisted the enema nozzle deep up my chute. I heard a click and felt the sense of warmth as the water shot into me.

“I’m sorry mommy,” I said, “I won’t make fun of you anymore.”

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet young lady,” she said.

After a few minutes, my belly started sagging with the extra weight, and I asked her to shut off the water.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” she asked. Hanging the bag up on the shower curtain, she reached around and started rubbing my growing belly. “You don’t like having a big belly?” She rubbed my bloating belly in circles. “Yes, I can feel your belly getting heavier. Just relax and let it fill you, just like I do.”

After 10 minutes, I finally got all three quarts in me. She pulled out the nozzle, but before she let me stand up straight she shoved a greased butt plug up my asshole to keep me from leaking. Standing upright required me to support my back with my left hand and hold my bloated belly up with my left.

“There, how does that feel, it’s hard to stand upright with a big belly isn’t it?”

“Yes, mommy,” I said, “please can I go now, I have to go the bathroom bad.”

“Well too bad,” she said, because my big belly puts lot of pressure on my bladder and I have to go to the bathroom a lot too, but I have to hold it in if I’m out shopping.”

Then she grabbed my arm and led me, naked, down the hall to my bedroom, I waddled behind her, trying to catch up, “Wait, mamma I can’t keep up,”

“See, it’s hard to get around with a big prego belly, isn’t it,” she said.

When we got to my bedroom she stood next to me by my full-length mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. My belly wasn’t as big as hers, but it was still enormous.. It was round and full and the skin was stretched taut over the load I was carrying.

She started rubbing my belly. “Don’t you wish you had your flat, smooth belly now?”

”Yes, I do, please let me go, my belly’s too bloated,” I whined.

“Too bloated?” she said, “Not compared to mine,” she said. Then she turned to me so we were belly to belly and she put my hands on her belly, “Just be grateful you’re not as bloated as me,” she said.

“I am I am,” I said, and I turned and saw our swollen profiles in the mirror. We both looked like we were going to explode. I know I was. “Can I go now?”

She stepped back and picked up a camera from my bureau, “No, I think I want a keepsake of this moment, for the next time you call me a whale, I’m going to take these pictures out.” She started snapping away.

“Now I want you to lie down on the bed, she ordered.

I carefully, laid down, on my back. She sat on the side of the bed, with her hand on my belly, “It’s hard to get comfortable, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I can hardly get any sleep, you don’t even realize., Now roll over on your side,” I rolled over and the water in my belly cascaded and churned like a waterfall. She stood at the foot of the bed and snapped some pictures.

“I can hardly move,” I said.

“Who’s a beached whale now,” she said.

“I am,” I admitted.

“Now get up, fatty,” she ordered.

I sat up and my big belly rested on my lap I couldn’t get my balance.

She put her hands on her hips and thrust her belly out, while laughing. “What’s wrong fatty, do you need a crane?”

“Just help me up, please” I said, she offered her hand and together helped me up. “Now can I go?” After all that jostling around, the pressure was getting too much.

“Not just yet, I have a few things in mind for you so you’ll better appreciate my condition,” she said. “We’ve seen how you tried to walk and move, let’s see you try to look sexy.”

She reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a silk, maroon bra and panty set my boyfriend bought for me, I didn’t think she knew I had them. “Here, put these on.” I didn’t bother protesting anymore, I just slipped on the bra, then she supported me as I stepped in and pulled up the panties. She pulled me back to the mirror, the bra fit fine, buy my distended belly was stretching the panties. I didn’t look like the girls in the Victoria’s Secret catalog at all. She snapped pictures. “I wonder if your boyfriend will find you sexy now, maybe I’ll show these to him next time he comes around.”

“No, please,” I begged. “Please just let me go.”

“One more thing,” she said, I want you to know how hard it is for me to fit in my regular clothes. With that she pulled a pair of my tightest jeans from my drawer.

“No mother, please”

“Put them on,” she ordered., holding the pants open for me at shin level. I held on to her shoulder and stepped into the pants, she stood up right as I pulled the pants up to my hips, they hugged my butt nicely, but there was no way they would zipper up.

“Come on, she urged, snap them.”

My belly jutted stubbornly between the flaps of the zipper as I tugged them together.

“Oh, you know I can’t.”

She snapped another picture of my grotesquely distended belly sticking out of my jeans. “I think I’ll show these to your father, next time he tells me what a good girl you are, and maybe to your aunts, they’ll have a big laugh.”

I was just standing there rubbing my enormous belly, in response to its grumbling, when she relented, “Ok, I think you have a new appreciation of my condition.” She led me to the bathroom and I pushed down my jeans and bent over, she pulled out the butt plug and I plopped on the can and let everything flood out. Then relief felt so good.

After mom had the baby, she had put on about 15 pounds of baby fat, but as long as she held onto those pictures. I didn’t make any more smart remarks about her weight.

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