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“Nursing bra and panties. Or bare boobs and panties.”
“That’s it?”
“Or a nursing bra and bare bottom.”
“This is really getting…” she shook her head, not finishing whatever it was she was thinking.
I had just told her the only things I wanted her to wear (or not wear) around the house. I knew it was a risk pushing her to dress in a way that made her a constant porn object. She might rebel against the things I was getting her to do. In different ways she’d conveyed her uneasiness that our night-time sessions were getting more perverted. But she hadn’t successfully resisted very much of what I'd been after up to this point.
And if I could get her to acquiesce to what I was asking now, it would basically set her up to feel literally exposed, vulnerable and sexualized in a pervasive way. And that would make it easier to break down her inhibitions to the upcoming sex acts I had in mind.
I’d already been using the technique of happening in on her when she was in her underwear, or even naked—out of the shower, or undressing for bed—to confront her with sexual proposals. Being scantily clad made it more difficult for her to effectively protest against them. Catching her in that state, I’d compliment her crudely (eg. “Wow. Any guy would jump at the chance to rub his cock all over your boobs the way you look tonight”. I’d stare at her tits while talking to her, chiding her if her nipples reacted in any way at whatever lewd thing I was getting her to go for. I’d hug her and hold her boobs against me, get a finger on her anus and then feel and rub her body more and more blatantly, whispering assurances her: “Come on, it’ll be fun”, “I promise, it’ll look really hot if we film it”, “I got the idea from great porn pics of a girl with big boobs I pulled off the web”, ”So many guys will jack off if they see pics of you doing it”, “Don’t fight it, it’s gonna happen”, ”Yeah, you’re gonna fuckin’ do it 'cause your bimbo boobs are getting all itchy and excited”…
Unfortunately, at the moment, when I broached the new dressing guidelines I wanted her to follow, she was fully and pretty conservatively clothed. Predictably, she seemed more adamant rebuffing the idea.
“I can’t just go around like that every night.”
“You’d be more comfortable.”
“No I wouldn’t. Sorry.”
The way she said that—the finality—took all the blood out of my dick for a minute there. I mentally kicked myself for pushing it too far. But the faintest sour smell gave me an idea. It was worth a try.
“What’s that smell?” I asked.
“I don’t know. What?”
“Something smells sour.” I sniffed near her. “It’s your sweater.”
She paused, and her face changed. She looked a little embarrassed. “Yeah, well, I leak. A little.”
“If you’re gonna go around dressed, you should at least change when you need to.”
She looked hurt now. “You don’t have to be mean,” she said, lifting her sweater over her head. Her boobs, even though they were still in her nursing bra, bobbled and shook as she got the sweater off. As I watched them, I knew my chances at getting—and keeping—her in her underwear had just gotten a “bounce”.
I let out a smirking laugh that turned her head.
“What’s so funny?”
“The way your big boobies bounce around now.”
My hands were under her bra cups before she knew what was happening, and I lifted both her heavy tits up to her chin and let go. They dropped down and bobbed back up, and I laughed again as she grabbed the sides of her tits to try to stop the wobbling.
“Cut it out,” she stammered, trying to get control of the situation, or just her milk bags.
“I don’t know what gives you the idea that just because your boobies are so big now and bounce around a lot, I’d be chasing you around every second with a hard-on. Do a lot of guys stare at ‘em now when you go out?”
“What?” she asked, not quite getting where I was going.
“Do you think your tits are so fucking hot nobody can resist you now?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Yeah, I know. I did. A minute ago. But don’t let it go to your head. I’m gonna show you that you can walk around all day half naked, and it’s not gonna make my dick get some uncontrollable hard-on every minute, okay? Take down your pants.”
She looked truly perplexed. “This is stupid.”
“Is it? Well let’s see if I get all hard and spurt jizz all over you in 10 seconds from just the sight of your irresistible tits and rear. Here, I’ll go get a timer.”
I left the room and went to the kitchen. I quick-zipped my own pants down, gave my raging hard-on barely a pump or two before I was spurting into a paper towel. Though I badly wanted to spurt her tits with that goo, I needed to save the thought. It was crucial that I go back into that room with a dick that was limp for a few minutes, anyway. That would “prove” my contention that she could go around the way I wanted her to and things wouldn’t get out of hand, and give me time to get more of her clothes off. I grabbed a cooking timer.
“Are your pants off?” I hollered as I approached our bedroom.
When I came in, she moved her hand to her waist.
I set the timer down and winded it to go off in ten minutes. “Go on,” I prodded her.
She undid the top button of her jeans, and took down them down. She was wearing a pair of thin red cotton panties.
“I guess it’s my turn,” I said, and unzipped my pants again for her benefit. Even just cumming, I had to work to keep my cock under control. But at least for the moment I could manage it.
“See? No big deal,” I showed her.
For the heck of it, I bucked my hips, which made my limp dong and balls swing around in front of her.
“Are you about to come from looking at my flaccid penis and scrotum swing around?” I asked her.
She actually laughed a little. “No,” she said.
“So then let’s relax. We’re in our own house.” I made my dick and sack swing in front of her again, even more pronounced. “A guy should be able to swing his prick and nutbag around in his own house,” I said.
I felt my dick stiffen in rebellion when she giggled at it, there in her slutty bra and panties, and stopped myself, probably in the nick of time from just just ripping her skimpy things off and giving it to her. I let out a little breath of air and refocused on what I was trying to get accomplished. I continued coolly: “And a guy should be able to look at his wife’s pretty boobs in a bra, or even without one, or look at her in her underwear, or see her rear crack, without it being a big deal. That’s all I want, sweetie.”
She looked down and responded quietly, “Well, I just don’t want this to get out of hand. It seems like this stuff has been more and more, and I just don’t want it to get to be too much...” Everything about her demeanor told me I was winning. Unfortunately, everything about her demeanor was also starting to bloat my cock with confidence.
“It won’t,” I announced, bending over and pulling my pants up quickly. “Look. I’ll even keep my pants on, if it will make you feel more comfortable.”
She watched me cover-up. “I guess I’m going to need to get some more bra and panties,” she said, trying to make a small joke.
“Sure, definitely,” I encouraged her. “Get stuff that’s comfortable.” After a pause, I went on: “But you won’t need them both all the time. ‘Cause you can just wear a bra, or just wear panties with your boobs bare.”
“Oh. Right,” she answered. “How could I forget?”
By all rights, I should have been satisfied with the results of my efforts, and called it a night right there. But my growing hard-on was getting the better of my inclination to stand pat.
“I suppose I should…go do the dishes,” she said awkwardly, taking a step to exit.
“Why don’t you take off your panties too?” I asked out of nowhere, my voice rasping a little.
It must’ve set off alarms in her head.
“Look,” She began, her voice as hard as when she initially refused me. “You just said this wasn’t going to--”
“No, what I just said,” I interrupted her, “was that it was perfectly okay for you to go around with just a bra on, and I could look at your boobies and your rear crack and it wouldn’t drive me into some crazy sexual…perverted state. So. Let’s prove that.”
“I didn’t say—“
“Don’t start playing games,” I cut her off again. “I was clear everything I talked about with your boobs and panties and bra and bare ass. Don’t act like a slutty cock tease. Just take your panties down like you agreed!”
“Like I agreed?!” she exclaimed, bewildered. But a long tense moment, her thumbs slipped under the sides of her panties.
“Yeah. Pull down your underwear so I can see your pussy and your ass crack. This will be a nice test. Which I'm going to pass with flying colors.”
She looked at me, and seemed ready to say something else. But she just cinched down her panties wordlessly, her boobs unavoidably bouncing again while she did it. For my part, I was back to smirking and laughing.
“Oh. My turn again,” I realized, when her eyes finally caught mine, which had been roving elsewhere. I unzipped my pants and brought them down a little, and out popped my wagging boner, about as big and stiff as it had ever been. She blinked looking at it, her eyes getting glassy.
“The funny thing is, I jerked off once already and shot a load in the kitchen when I got the timer.”
As though on cue, the timer started ringing. I bucked my hips in front of her like I’d done before, only this time with a big bloated prick brazenly bobbing and pointing toward her titties. With the timer ringing, it added up to a pretty surreal moment.
With understatement I hardly expected, she reached for the timer and turned it off.
“I knew this was going to happen.”
“Then you’re better than I am, ‘cause I’ve pretty much been winging it,” I admitted. “Really, though. You couldn’t expect me not to get hard right before I molest and nurse on your boobs.”
She was biting her lip now.
“You want that again? Can’t we do it a little later?”
I paused and considered her request. “Yeah,” I said. We can do it a little later."
Figuring at least she’d won a small concession, she bent and picked up her articles of clothing and slowly folded them and placed them on top of her dresser. Meanwhile, I was flicking the switch on the video camera already set up on the tripod. She didn’t even notice.
With the camera on, it was time for some real action. As she moved past me, I took her arm. My hands rose to her bra straps and I bounced her titties again. Big aggressive bounces.
“You’re so much fucking fun,” I told her as she stood there bare-assed, getting her boobies heaved up, down and all around while my dick slapped against her thigh and pussy hair. “Come on, let’s get this bra off.”
“I thought you said later,” she protested, devoid of conviction.
“We are gonna do it later. But we’re gonna do it right now too.” With that I just pulled her bra up over her jiggling boob bags and latched my mouth onto one of her pale, jutting nipples. “We’re gonna do it and do it and do it,” I hissed as I spread her butt cheeks apart with two hands and pushed my index finger up her anus. My slurpy sucking drew out the first streams of her milk cream. I gulped it down while she squirmed. Hyped by lust, I lifted her while still slobbering on her sugary hangers and pushed her pussy down on my distended, aching dick. She moaned now as her cunt lips stretched and slid down my shaft. My finger was still pumping in and out of her ass, wildly now, like a piston.
“You’re gonna be in your panties around this house the whole time you’re nursing, you understand, you fucking boob slut?” I hissed in her ear.
“Uh-huh,” she managed, breathing really heavy.
My mouth went to her other bloated tit.
“Oh yeah,” she uttered. “Suck them and make them even bigger…”
Her saying that again, almost the same way she did the last time I nursed on her, made me feel uneasy for a moment. For her to suddenly pant that she wanted her boobs even bigger, after being resistant the whole way…it was weird. But the way she said it, it certainly came across like her truest self and most ardent objective. In fact, it sounded almost as calculating as it was lustful. But no thought or any other thing in the world could’ve halted me at that moment from totally spending myself groping and massaging and slurping and sucking and stimulating those hot, throbbing, insistent orbs…
As I finally collapsed with her on the bed, they seemed to surround and almost swallow me into a thick, heavy sleep as she let out her own—to me, muffled, but unmistakable—smirking laugh…

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Several nights after she agreed she would do porn pics whenever her milk boobs got particularly big and slutty-looking, I heard her in the shower. She’d been tired and catching sleep at every opportunity, and I really hadn’t seen much of her tits.
I figured it was time to check up. I went into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain. Surprised, her forearm moved up to try to cover her tits. It wasn’t even remotely possible. Her soaked, pendulous orbs were simultaneously jutting out and sagging down into territory near her belly button.
Not taking my eyes off them, I said coolly, “I thought you were supposed to let me know when your boobs are looking really big.”
Her expression was embarrassed and sheepish as she turned off the water. “I was a little scared.”
“Scared of what?
“I don’t know.” She slowly dropped her arm away from her tits. Her nipples immediately crinkled up and stuck out like big pale pencil erasers under my fixed stare. “I thought you might attack me.”
I shook my head. She understood I was disappointed in her. Maybe to make up for it, she stood still in front of me now, boobs in full lewd view, veiny and splotched from the heat of the shower, almost throbbing.
“Dry off.”
She paused, then took a towel and began patting herself tentatively. Sudden little streams of milk leaked from her nipples, and she instinctively covered them over with the towel, before her eyes met mine.
I turned and walked out, calling back after a few seconds, “When you’re done, go sit on the couch with your big titties out.”
A few minutes later, I entered the living room with a tripod, a still camera, a video camera, and a very stiff and angry-looking dick. She was sitting on the couch in a skimpy pair of cotton panties and nothing else.
After putting the still camera on the tripod, I went over and handed her a photo I’d printed out. It was a ‘70’s porn pic of a guy in the lap of a smiling lady with lewd and luscious looking tits.
“I want to do some still shots like that. I’m gonna use the camera timer.”
While she was still looking at the picture, I grabbed her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and gave them a good pull.
“Oww,” she protested.
“Sorry, but I need your nipples sticking out as far as possible.”
Now she was the one a little angry as I hit the camera button and quick-positioned myself on her lap.
“I don’t know why you’re holding out on me,” I said, as the camera took the first of several timed shots.
“I’m not holding out on you.”
I pulled her nipples again.
“Then smile.”
The camera flashed again.
“Smile like you really really want me to slobber all over your boobs.”
She did, for the camera, murmuring “Of course...”
“…lick and slurp and slap them… and make them wobble and spurt…””
“Uh-huh…”
I slapped them a couple of times to make them wobble around. “Make sure you fucking show them to me when they get this big.”
“Okay.”
Her smile was wearing a little thin, but as I grabbed and pawed her to my heart’s content, she got the message. Eventually I stood up and replaced the still camera with the video one on the tripod, and turned it on. Then I slid back in position.
“I’m gonna nurse on your big boobs now. You focus on having a big let down for me. All right?”
“Yeah.”
“Here. Let’s pull your panties down so your rear can make the couch smell nice.” She shifted and let me take her underwear down to around her upper thighs. I settled in and just enjoyed the sight of her boobs hanging down and rubbing on my face.
“Your boobies are so big you should have two guys on ‘em,” I told her. “Maybe I’ll have one of my friends hang out with us.”
She didn’t say anything. But I noticed her head turn to look at my cock when I said that.
“You’d like another guy’s dick to play with, wouldn’t you?” I asked.
“Who?” she replied. The way she said it, I didn’t know if she was asking what guy, or being demure, as in, Who, me?
“If there was another guy here, would you rather have him inside your butt while you sucked on my dick? Or would you rather suck on his dick?”
“Suck on his dick,” was her answer. I thought that was pretty revealing. She probably would want to show how good she could massage his balls and deep suck his prick in that soft and totally subservient, yet somehow, controlling way, gently pulling and drawing out a seeming endless supply of precum, driving him into spirals of pleasure as her mouth and tongue danced faster and tighter and slicker with spit and drool, until the moment she decided to yank his balls and make him shoot his load into her slurping, moaning throat…
That would be a sight to see. For now, I’d have to tackle her milk-sagging mammaries alone. As I licked and latched on to her boob, she started massaging the sides of her tits to bring down her milk.
“I’m not holding out on you,” she whispered as her sweet cream started flowing into my mouth. After drinking and slurping for a little while, I came off it and let her spraying tits rain on my happy face.
Bur before I knew it she was guiding one of her tits back into my mouth. “Keep sucking.”
I was getting so excited I started licking all over her boobs like a wild dog, and taking big deep nasty sucks and slurps on her donged-out nipples. Meanwhile, she kept rocking my head in her lap and feeding more and more of her tit down my throat.
“I’m not holding out,” she uttered again, massaging her boobs and letting down.
My dick felt so big and hard it was literally jerking and throbbing without even being touched. And then, suddenly, I was spurting and moaning on her tits and sucking in an ecstasy that was really indescribable. Jets of cum wet my shirt from my chest all down my dick shaft.
I’d never felt so fucking…satisfied. For her part, she continued to hold my head against her breast, murmuring “Shhh…shhh…” Drained of lust, I continued to suck. Her warm milk, the rocking, her gentle caresses lulled me. By the time she moved her other full boob to my mouth, I felt almost drunk. As I drifted off, I thought I heard her say, “Yeah, drink them down and make them bigger, so they’ll all want to nurse on them…” But that had to be my imagination…

One obvious way to get her to be more accepting of doing porn, was to show her some. At night at bed time, I began playing picture shows on the computer screen of girls with big boobs doing every lewd thing imaginable.
She was dumbfounded by the images at first. I made sure to include lots of pregnant and nursing pics. And guys with big dicks.
“How much of this stuff do you have?” she asked, flabbergasted by the sheer variety as much as anything.
“Lots.”
“Why?”
“I guess because there are a lot of pretty girls with big boobs out there doing porn.”
“Yeah. So guys like you can jerk off.”
“Lots of girls with big boobs do porn,” I observed again. A totally indisputable point, as the images that kept flashing showed.
“Your boobs are as nice and big as theirs,” I assured her.
She shook her head. “No they’re not.”
My idea in having her look at porn was to make doing it seem more normal. But the way she was reacting—so unsure of herself—surprised me. I hadn’t considered that seeing those other women would affect her self-esteem in a way that getting her to do more explicit porn might actually make her feel better about herself. But as she pouted at the edge of the bed, staring at the flashing images, I definitely sensed an opportunity.
“You could do things like those girls are doing, and you’d look just as hot,” I told her.
“That’s so gross!” she interrupted, looking at a particularly big, distended dick showing on the screen.
I had her lay down facing the computer monitor, and positioned myself behind her.
“Watch and get some ideas,” I said, wetting my finger with saliva. I pulled down her underwear as she kept her eyes on the porn pics, and eased my finger up her rear end.
“How’d you like one of those big gross dicks up your rear?” I asked her.
“Yuck,” she protested.
“Some guy chasing you around the house with a big gross hard-on…”
“Like you do?” she said flatly.
“Look at those booby sluts. You could do that,” I murmured.
“Mine don’t look like those,” she said, shaking her head at the ongoing deluge of huge tits.
“Your boobs are bigger than you think.” I paused. Then a crude little twist of a proposal came to me. “What if I promise that we’ll only do pictures right before you nurse, when your tits are really big and bloated, so you look your best, okay? That way you won’t worry so much about how they look?”
She nodded slightly.
“We’ll just take pictures when your boobs are the biggest and sluttiest they can possibly look,” I added for emphasis. “Does that make you feel better?”
I couldn’t believe I was getting her on record giving me the green light to grab the camera and start shooting whenever her tits looked their biggest, bloated and dripping with milk.
But her quiet “Alright” was a binding, and, needless to say, “explicit” porn contract, as far as I was concerned.
“Yeah. We’ll make sure your boobies will look so big and nice, they’ll make guy’s dicks stick out really big and gross. Okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered, her breathing heavier as I drove my finger faster, more methodically in and out of her butt hole.
“Say ‘I want a big gross dick up my butt’,” I told her.
“I want a big gross dick up my butt.”
“Keep saying it.”
She did, practically panting now: “I want a big gross dick up my butt…I want a big gross dick up my butt…a big gross dick up my butt…”
Porn flashing in front of her, a finger pumping relentlessly in and out of her rear, while she repeated her mantra—it was pretty wild. As I started pulling and tugging and slapping on her tits with my free hand, I knew the really hot times were just beginning…

The drowsy, even trance-like state of things that gets induced from nursing every few hours was perfect for pushing the sexual envelope. She was already feeling a little overwhelmed when her boobs got engorged. She said they were achy, tingling, and just really uncomfortable. She had tears in her eyes. I wanted to help her. Of course, I also wanted to see what her swollen, tingly tits looked like.
"You should just take your nursing bra off," I told her.
"You just want to take pictures."
In a way, that she would respond like that so matter-of-factly, was a payoff for all my efforts during her pregnancy.
"Not just. I want you to be comfortable."
I took her robe down her shoulders and unclipped her bra. She made no effort to stop me as I uncupped her wobbly globes. I didn't say a word. I just picked up the video camera and turned it right on her tits.
"Tell me what they feel like."
"I did."
"Tell me again."
"They feel really itchy and tingly, and…"
“And what?”
“And hot,” she said, obviously reluctant to introduce the word because of the meaning I might take from it. But talking a bit, the raw feeling of her body took over, and she continued un-self-consciously, putting her hands out in front of her bare knockers and pulsing her fingers. "It's like, they're just...throbbing." She moved her hands up to her armpits, and pressed with the tips of two fingers along her boobs, making them jiggle as she moved out toward her nipples, which were donging out almost as big as her thumbs.
Her little demonstration, handling and pressing her own tits, looked really fucking…hot.
I guess my take on it was evident when I murmured "They look so big and slutty."
For her part, she looked down on her distended tits and admitted simply, "Yeah."
She seemed more relaxed and comfortable then she had been just a few minutes ago.
“They feel better out like that, don’t they?” I asked. I’m not sure I meant to insinuate that showing her big bare tits made her feel good. But it sure sounded like it.
“They feel better,” she repeated, a little sleepily.
“Your big slutty boobies,” I repeated myself, figuring it was good to have that thought in her sleepy head. “Slutty boobies. Say that.”
And she did: “Slutty boobies.”
“Yeah. Big slutty boobies.” I found that just naming and repeating a thing was an effective way to acclimate her to it, even if she wasn’t ready to do what was named. Naming, and getting her to say it—it really was half-way to doing it.
“We’re gonna take pictures of your slutty boobies with my big hard dick. Okay?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Okay,” she yawned.
She might not even remember some of things she was going to end up doing tonight. But the camera sure would…

In a way, video seemed less intrusive and intimidating than a camera with a flash. As her pregnancy went on, she became pretty accepting when I had it in my hand. I’d follow her to the bathroom when she showered. To the kitchen at night when she got up for a drink. Any opportunity to catch her more or less undressed. To me, she was sexual dynamite. And I admit, I had a short fuse…
That actress who posed with her pregnant belly was probably the best thing to ever happen for guys trying to get their wives nude in front of a camera. If she could do it on the cover of a major magazine, surely it was no big deal for the average girl to take a few pics.
One night I told her I wanted to see her do some shots like that actress in the magazine.
“You can even wear your underwear” I offered. I knew starting her off in a pair of unmatched bra and panties would immediately give things a homemade porn look, instead of a glamour shoot.
After having her walk around a bit while I filmed her, she posed in the kitchen doorway with her pregnant belly full and bare. She seemed to like it, and was really relaxed, smiling, joking. She perceived herself as pretty much like that actress. Of course, I could see that the images being filmed were a lot more raunchy.
Naturally, I wasn’t satisfied with just some posed pregnant belly shots.
“Why don’t you do something in the kitchen?” I prompted her.
“Like what? Make dinner?” she scoffed.
“No. But, maybe just some kitchen things.”
A moment later, there I was, filming her doing dishes, literally barefoot and pregnant.
Still, she didn’t feel uncomfortable until I told her “pull down your panties in back so I can see your crack.”
“I don’t want to do that,” she pouted, but she was pulling them down even as she said it. Things were definitely getting easier.
An hour passed, and step by step, I got my dick out, had her suck it, tongued her anus, and banged her rear on the couch with her tits out. All because some actress did a pregnant belly shoot in a magazine!

Needless to say, I found her more and more irresistible every day of her pregnancy. She looked radiant. Felt incredible. Every night I came home, I looked for reasons to suggest she get down to her underwear. To try on new maternity things. Or take a nice soothing shower. I’d offer to rub her with some of that oil she got to reduce stretch marks. Even just rubbing her neck or shoulders, I’d ask her to take her shirt off “to make it easier”.
The camera would always be close by. Of course, it wasn’t long before she understood the game I was playing. But, she was pretty much stripping down now to her bra and panties when asked or coaxed.
One night, I’d gotten her there again. I had her walk around the living room a bit, flipping though a book. She was wearing a pair of loose panties that were kind of bunching up in her rear crack. I told her that.
“I’m sure that isn’t too attractive!” she protested. I told her it looked fine.
“No!” she said, adjusting her underwear. “Don’t you have enough pictures?” she asked.
“You should just take them off.”
She paused. “I don’t want to take them off,” she said, finally.
“Okay,” I said. I paused a moment myself, then let her know: “They’re pretty see-through, anyway.” After another moment, I exaggerated a little by adding, “You can basically totally see your crack when you smooth them out. And then it really looks lewd and kinda slutty when it starts to ride up your butt.”
“Really?” she asked.
I shook my head. “It would actually look more natural if you just took them off.”
I couldn’t believe I was arguing with a straight face that stripping off her underwear was somehow less lewd than leaving her panties on. But, next thing I knew, she was rolling them down.
“Yeah. That’s better.” I assured her. I reached for my camera. “Now walk around again…”
Getting her more and more comfortable doing the lewd things I wanted was a process. It couldn't possibly all happen in one night. But as the time got closer when she would be nursing, I had to make sure she'd be prepared and accepting of the scenes and scenarios I had in mind...
Laying in her lap drinking her boobs with my dick getting hard and spurting. Expressing her milk in a bowl of cereal for me to lap up. Making her bloated boobies jiggle around wildly while I fingered and dick-fucked her butt. Posing her in those nursing bras, and milking her with those breast pump machines.
Just doing all that would be one thing. But filming and photographing it all? Pretty ambitious.
I continued to approach it day by day. I asked to see her boobs and belly every night, and complimented her on how gorgeous she looked. Whenever we kissed, I would start rhythmically dry milking her boobs.
Frequently I just stripped and went to wherever she was in the house, with my boner sticking out insistently at her. The idea was to create a pervasive sexualized environment.
One night, when she said she was feeling a little warm, I took out a rectal thermometer and had her pull down her pants. I positioned her on the bed with her rear in the air, then grabbed the video camera and tripod.
"What are you doing? You're not going to video this?!" she protested.
"I already have you walking around with no underwear. This is nothing new."
"Yeah, I know," she hesitated. "But not with a thermometer..."
"Relax. It's little. It's not like it's a dildo or a mop handle."
She shifted, but my hand was already on her hip. "Hold still."
And like that, there she was, pregnant with her naked rear stuck up high like a porn pro, and a thermometer being pushed in and out, in and out of her anus while the camera rolled.
After awhile of that, she finally said "You have to keep it in to get a reading", understanding full well what I was up to.
"Right," I acknowledged, pushing it in one more time. Her anus, which had been quivering with little spasms, relaxed. But after a brief lull, I started pressing and smushing and massaging her butt cheeks against eachother.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sounding dismayed all over again.
"I need to make sure the thermometer gets a good reading," I explained, sounding as casual as I could.
I continued kneading her globes for another half minute or so, then gave the thermometer a few more in and outs before pulling it from her rear.
“Huh. Looks normal,” I reported.
“It didn’t feel normal,” she replied in a near whispered sarcasm.
“Well, who knows? It might’ve gotten off, somehow.” Since she was throwing out double meanings, I figured she’d get that one. But I still wasn’t done. “There’s another way to test,” I announced, then opened her rear cheeks and drove my tongue into her puckered anus.
“Uhh, no!” she moaned, “No, not on camera!...”
I stopped after a few seconds. It was definitely far enough for one night.
“I forgot it was on,” I told her simply, as I got up and switched the camera off. Of course I knew that even a few seconds of my tongue up her butt and her moaning her protest meant hundreds of useable stills…

While she was pregnant, I always let her know how amazing and sexy she was. She was okay with pictures, because she wanted to remember how she looked. Of course, I was after more than just a few pregnancy pics.
Early on, she wanted to pose in a bathing suit. But one night, when she was getting ready for bed, I told her she looked so great I wanted to take some shots. She said she was too tired to get her bathing suit on.
“Just wear what you’re wearing,” I told her. “It looks like a bathing suit.”
“This?” She asked, not buying it. “They’re not even the same color!” She was referring to her bra, which was white, and her panties, which were a red-pink.
I took a picture before she could protest. After a few more, she relaxed. Then I reached for the video camera. She hesitated again. But, a few minutes later, she was walking around the house, with the camera rolling. She was right. Her mismatched panties and bra made it obvious she was in her underwear. In the kitchen, I coaxed her into poses that were more and more provocative. I kidded her that I could see her rear crack. I told her that her boobies looked really nice bouncing when she walked, especially if she emphasized it a little. I knew she enjoyed that her boobs were getting bigger. It was great to see--and film--her noticing that she could bounce them around so easily.
There was a lot further to go if all the ANR nursing and milking sessions I envisioned were really going to happen. But that night was a great start.