My Pregnant Coworker

MY PREGNANT COWORKER

A PREGNANCY IN THE OFFICE?

This is probably still just wishful thinking on my part at this point, but I think my (very attractive) coworker Gwen may be pregnant. As someone stuck in an incredibly boring job and harboring a long-standing pregnancy fetish, this is very exciting for me. And I have more than enough free time on my hands to keep a record of witnessing her gestation…if she is in fact gestating. She’s of child-bearing age and has been married for a few years, so she seems to be positioned for it.

More importantly, she’s been wearing baggier attire than usual for the past month or so, though that hasn’t managed to hide some growth in her chest and waist/ass. She started off with a modest but pleasant bosom and tight, small ass; she was now approaching “curvy” status. My imagination may be running away from me, but I swear I’ve seen a little bloating in her previously flat midsection, too. I’ve noticed these changes because I’ve been checking her out regularly for several years now.

Gwen and I have been what I’d probably refer to as “work friends” for some time. Now, I need to hang around her more than usual so as not to arouse suspicions if I were to suddenly be around constantly if/when she actually announces a pregnancy. And it is absolutely my intention to be around her as much as possible if I’m dealing with a knocked-up coworker. So, time to get closer to her ahead of time and keep an eye on her changing physique…which will, fingers crossed, soon be confirmed as an in-my-immediate-orbit pregnancy. Awesome.

18 WEEKS

Turns out the first entry in my little journal here was at about 16 weeks: Gwen made the official announcement of her pregnancy today, 2 weeks later, and she’s 18 weeks along at the moment (yes, I am a math whiz). She held her blue empire-waisted dress to her abdomen, bump larger already than I’d even imagined; certainly substantially larger than I’d been able to catch a glimpse of.

I immediately went into planning mode. Though I’d already thought of putting myself in Gwen’s orbit when I’d only suspected she was pregnant, I’d only managed to purposefully spend two or three coffee breaks with her since then, and only about half of one of those breaks was spent alone with her. My attempts would have to be better planned and executed to allow me to spend time talking with her privately: I didn’t feel like I’d be able to ask her about her experience and have the conversations I desired with other coworkers present. Paying closer attention to when and where she takes her lunches and coffee breaks should help me secure time with her. I would have to be careful not to come off as creepy, of course…which was a very real risk, as you could probably guess by now.

The ideal outcome, I thought, was getting her comfortable enough discussing her condition with me that she’d offer to let me rub her baby bump a bit (an invitation I’d readily accept, obviously). My aim was set and I had some work to do, but I figured my goal was pretty attainable. Social awkwardness, already present in my personality, might end up being my greatest challenge. I hadn’t spent much time around pregnant ladies, and I hoped I could keep my cool. Only time would tell…

19 WEEKS

In direct contrast to her pre-announcement pregnancy-concealing attire, as soon as Gwen made her condition public she began wearing clothing as tight or tighter than anything I’d seen her wear pre-pregnancy. Her maternity wardrobe seemed to primarily consist of short, low-cut bodycon dresses that accentuated all her curves. This was, of course, pretty fantastic for me. My eyes were on her constantly, waiting for her to stand up from her desk and give me even a brief glimpse of that modest but already pleasantly round bump.

It turned out to be a bit of a double-edged sword, though. How much she flaunted her belly made me more awkward around her than I already would’ve been. I’ve passed up some prime opportunities for alone time with her due to my social anxiety. Also, she’s for sure caught me staring at least five or six times at this point, always making my face turn beet red in a conspicuously guilty fashion.

I have managed to have three or four good one-on-one interactions with her in the past week, though. All short, but thrilling for me nonetheless. During one break, I sidled past her in our narrow mini-kitchen and commented about how I wouldn’t be able to make it past her much longer, which made her laugh and agree as she rubbed her belly. I impressed myself with that one, broaching the fact of her pregnancy growth myself.

I sat next to her during one lunch; she was mostly speaking with another female coworker sitting on the other side of her, but I got to listen in on a good deal of pregnancy-related conversation, rather basic though it may have been. And during a coffee break yesterday, I noticed she was about to bend down for the creamer towards the bottom of the refrigerator and quickly muş escort stepped in and grabbed it for her. She thanked me and talked for a minute about how it’s crazy how hard it is already to move around and do basic things with her belly in the way. Just the type of thing I want to hear about. So, I’ve already had some success. Onward and upward!

21 WEEKS

Yesterday, I finally managed to have an entire lunch break alone with Gwen and engage her in a pretty in-depth conversation about her pregnancy experiences. I don’t have a perfect memory or anything, but here’s a rough transcript of our talk:

ME:

So how far along are you now?

GWEN:

I’m 21 weeks. Just over halfway there!

ME:

Oh wow, that must be exciting.

GWEN:

Yeah, it’s crazy. It’s gone by so fast. And I hadn’t really felt particularly pregnant until I started to show at about 15 weeks, so it feels very sudden to be this far into it.

ME:

Are you feeling pretty well, generally?

GWEN:

Yeah, I am! Morning sickness ended a while ago. That sucked, but at least it’s over now. There’s plenty of soreness all over the place, which I believe gets worse and worse as you grow. I don’t mean to complain, though. I’m in the second trimester, which tends to come with some energy for most women. That’s been nice. And I really like finally having a belly that’s obvious to everyone, being noticeably pregnant. The attention you get can be annoying, but people are usually just really happy for me and very nice. Bumps just look good, too, don’t you think?

ME:

Y-yeah, I guess they do look pretty…pretty good.

I changed the subject there, unprepared to discuss my feelings about her amazing pregnant belly. Really great progress nonetheless. Also, in addition to the words exchanged (and approximated above), she rubbed her belly for pretty much our entire conversation. It was great to witness from so close to her and made me even more desperate to get to that touch I’m aiming for myself. I’m on the right track, I hope.

24 WEEKS

It happened today. The longed-for touch. I’ll get to it in due time, but it felt like it had to be the headline of this entry.

Since our lunch together, I’ve been much more comfortable and talkative around Gwen. I’ve been consistently lining up my breaks with hers: not all the time, but close to it. She must have picked up on it or be on the verge of picking up on it, but I don’t think that’s such a bad thing: hopefully it’ll be taken more as evidence of my interest than run-of-the-mill stalking.

With the amount of time we’ve been spending together and the sustained focus on pregnancy (which she seems as incapable of tiring of discussing as I am), it’s come to pass that I’m the primary person in her life she complains to. I love hearing the complaints, finding every aspect of pregnancy fascinating, including the unpleasant stuff. And I love that it shows she’s come to trust me more and more, treating me more as a friend lately than as a workplace acquaintance. It’s a good position to be in, especially a mere 6 weeks after she revealed her pregnancy.

After these 3 weeks or so of staying so close to her, Gwen did note my omnipresence keenly enough to bring it up in one of our conversations this morning. “You’ve been hanging around with me a whole lot lately, huh Greg?” she asked to silence from my end. We were alone in the break room, granted blessed privacy. “And I can’t help but notice how much you like looking at my pregnant belly. So, would you like to really see it?” She was wearing khakis and a cardigan over a tank top, an outfit far more conducive to bearing one’s bump than a bodycon dress is. I nodded my assent, speechless at my great luck.

Securing her tank top under the bottom of her bra, she revealed the entirety of her baby bump to me. It wasn’t yet huge at just 24 weeks, but it was impressively rounded and almost miraculously unblemished. The belly protruded only a few inches further than her pregnancy-assisted bosom at this point; I couldn’t wait to see how it would grow from here. I was lost in my reverie, remaining wordless and gawking with my mouth wide open like a fucking idiot. Maybe a minute or two went by before she giggled at my hypnotized state. “You okay, Greg? I guess you like the look of it bare, too, don’t you?” I nodded slowly, eyes still plastered to the bump. “You can touch it, too, if you’d like…” Holy shit, it was happening.

“Really?” I asked quietly, apparently requiring explicit confirmation before taking this step about which I’d been fantasizing for a very long time. She smiled and nodded, taking my wrist in her hand and placing my palm on the left side of her bump. It was delightfully smooth and soft to the touch, though when I pushed in on her belly even slightly I could feel the uterine firmness within. The sensations I felt were more exciting than I could even have imagined.

“You can rub it, too, muş escort bayan if you’re comfortable with that,” she told me. “It feels great to have it rubbed.” Further permission thus granted, both of my hands rushed onto the belly, rubbing softly and depressing the flesh slightly in the process of investigating the shape and consistency of each and every square inch. Her eyes were closed in quiet pleasure as I explored her midsection. Time moved about as abstractly as I’ve ever experienced (sober, at least). If I had to guess, I’d say I had my hands on her for five or six minutes; I only disengaged when I heard someone approaching us, the sound of which also led Gwen to quickly lower her shirt over her belly. We weren’t caught, but I don’t think I would’ve cared too much if we had been. These had been a few of the best minutes of my life.

27 WEEKS

Gwen’s third trimester has begun! She was excited about that milestone and her excitement was contagious by this point in our relationship. For the past several weeks I’ve been getting belly rubs in just about every day, usually over the clothes as she continues to primarily wear tight-fitting dresses. Still awesome, but I was totally floored on the rare occasions when I got bare bump access again. Even getting only occasional bare glances over the course of a measly three weeks, I was paying close enough attention to her bump that I noticed its growth over that brief span. Magical, exciting stuff. I can only imagine what it’s like being the one who’s actually pregnant, how powerful and thrilling it must be.

With conversations about her pregnancy occurring multiple times on most days, Gwen has been opening up more and more and providing increasingly personal details. Most intimate, I think, have been the breast-related changes she’s discussed with me. Her breasts have grown, her areolas have widened and darkened, her nipples are almost painfully sensitive: she trusts me enough to share such things with me at this point, which is quite an honor, I must say.

Since I’ve been surreptitiously tracking (which I do feel a bit gross about) the weeks of her pregnancy with this journal, I can look up a particular week’s typical symptoms online and subtly guide the discussion towards such things, really keeping our talks going at length and in detail. For example, around now in her pregnancy (end of 2nd trimester, beginning of 3rd), I’ve brought up things like Braxton Hicks contractions, sleeping difficulties, and brain fog. All things she’s either experienced or is anticipating. I may be cheating slightly with the week-tracking, but I’m doing a bang-up job of keeping our chats fresh and frequent.

A few days ago, during the last time I got the opportunity to rub the bare bump, we had a bit of an awkward moment. I got lost in the moment of caressing the wondrous bump, forgetting to think of less sexy things and back off on the intensity of the massage to keep from getting conspicuously aroused. The erection produced was clear even through my rather thick khakis, straining visibly against the material. She noticed the hard-on before I did, my eyes following hers down to my crotch. We made awkward eye contact for a moment, then Gwen smiled kindly and changed the subject to something non-pregnancy-related.

She was very kind to brush it off like that. I’m a little bit embarrassed about the incident, but also a little bit intrigued (trying not to get overly hopeful) by the fact that she now for sure knows the belly’s doing it for me sexually. That little piece of information isn’t the worst thing I could indirectly impart to her. We’re only at the start of the last trimester. Who knows what may transpire in the last third of her pregnancy?

28 WEEKS

Though she was kind enough to smile at me in response to my obvious erection, I remained nervous for a day or two that my involuntary state of arousal may have soured things between Gwen and myself. I was wrong to worry: if anything’s changed, things have actually heated up. Last Friday, our boss treated us all to sandwiches from a shop a few blocks from the office; Gwen offered to walk over and get them…but she needed my help to do so, she said. I was more than eager to lend a hand, of course.

She made her motive for roping me into the task clear about half a second after we got out the office’s door. “I wanted a chance to talk to you in private, Greg. More private than our usual time alone together, even. Is that all right?” I nodded, butterflies in my stomach with the uncertainty of where she was heading with this. “So…the erection. You got it rubbing my belly, I noticed, you saw me notice. We should just talk about it, not let it make things weird between us, right?”

I was slightly taken aback by this level of directness, but still managed to answer promptly. “Yes, absolutely.”

She continued. “Great. I guess, mostly, I just have a question that comes pretty organically from that situation: escort muş I know you’re very interested in pregnancy, mine at least, but do you have a sexual interest in it as well?”

I felt myself blushing, but very quickly came to the conclusion that she had my number and denying it would be pointless. Plus, with my predilection on the table there was the ever-so-slight chance of something sexual happening between us, which would obviously be amazing. “Yes…I’m into it sexually. I’ve had a pregnancy fetish for as long as I can remember. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable…”

“Oh no, I’m not uncomfortable! I’m flattered, honestly. Pregnant ladies don’t seem to get much of that type of attention, which has always seemed like a shame to me. So I think it’s cool that you’re into it. What do you like about us preggos, Greg?”

I shrugged. “Everything, basically. You get curvier in spots that were already nicely curvy and develop this whole new incredibly sexy midsection curve, of course. It’s about the most feminine thing there is. There’s just a whole lot of natural power and almost magic to the act of creating a life inside yourself. I could go on for a very long time, honestly. Pretty much anything related to pregnancy really does it for me. And I have never told another soul any of this before now!”

She stopped walking and looked me squarely in the face. “Really?! Well, I’m honored! And saddened, a little bit. It sucks you couldn’t share something you’re so passionate about with anyone else. I understand why, I’m sure lots of people would be very judgmental about it. Don’t have to worry about that with me, though. You told the right person, Greg.” I smiled and hugged her, enjoying every moment of her bump pressing into me.

We resumed the walk. “Of course, I am married, so you can’t really do anything about your attraction that involves me anyway. Maybe I’ll meet a single pregnant girl at a Lamaze class or something and I can set you up! I don’t have any problem with what we’ve been doing, the talking and belly rubs and such. I don’t feel like I’m betraying my husband’s trust in the least, so I hope we can continue sharing my pregnancy during work hours. I’ve really been enjoying it. And, according to your penis, you have as well…”

I laughed. “My penis doesn’t lie, Gwen. My penis doesn’t lie.” We got to the sandwich shop, picked up our order and walked back. I couldn’t stop staring at her belly, as usual, but I was also spellbound by her walk: she most definitely already had a bit of a waddle. So fucking hot.

30 WEEKS

Now that our cards were pretty much on the table, Gwen started to tease me pretty relentlessly. It was divine torture. First of all, she requested to move to a desk nearer the bathroom for the remainder of her pregnancy. Not at all coincidentally, that desk was right across from mine. She was constantly putting on a show for me, starting with wearing ever tighter and more revealing outfits. I could hardly take my eyes off her. Poses were struck in my direct line of vision incessantly; I had no idea there were so many different ways for a pregnant woman to dramatically push her protruding belly even further out. Gwen was extremely creative in her choices of bodily positioning, that was for sure.

As she flaunted more and more flagrantly, I gawked at her sexiness with diminishing subtlety. During our breaks together her provocative poses continued, broken up only by her need to periodically lean over and stare at my crotch to make sure there was physical evidence of how turned-on she was getting me. I didn’t know where this all was headed at the moment. She’d explicitly mentioned the fact that we couldn’t do anything due to her being married, but she clearly loved the fact that she turned me on, and did everything in her power to keep me visually stimulated. What’s next from here?

31 WEEKS

At a private lunch break we shared yesterday, Gwen opened up to me in a new and slightly dangerous-feeling way. I don’t think I can produce anything close to a transcript of what she said, as my mind was racing throughout the talk, trying to figure out what exactly was going on and what I should be doing about it. In short, she admitted to being extremely horny due to both pregnancy hormones and a lack of attention from her uninterested husband. She was deeply sexually unsatisfied. I do remember one exact phrase from her: “I really think I need outside help.”

Meaning outside her marriage, of course. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? Was she expecting me to step in right there and start having an affair with her? She claimed she wanted me to know about these things because I’m her “most trusted confidante,” which seemed like a fairly weak rationale. Her husband isn’t treating her right, sure, but I still didn’t feel great about the possibility of helping Gwen out extramaritally. Was I supposed to find a third party to satisfy her on the downlow? I wouldn’t be comfortable with that, either. I didn’t know where things were headed for Gwen and myself, but I resolved to wait until further interactions and conversations progressed before making any kind of decision. Things are just too confusing at the moment.

32 WEEKS