Renting Out My Body: Paulina Livingston Pt2

Uncensored version: https://www.patreon.com/posts/renting-my-body-102040268

It’s been about five months now since I accepted this long as a job. I’ve lived the last five months as Paulina Livingston, a stay-at-home wife to a multimillionaire named Johnny Livingston. I’ve also been pregnant for four months now.

That's actually the job. I was supposed to get pregnant which I already accomplished, grow the baby inside me and give birth to it, then care for it for the baby for three months. So as of now, I have about nine months left.

I’ve become quite accustomed to my current body and life. Sure I’m basically nothing but a servant used to meet Johny’s every need, and yes that means cooking, cleaning, and letting him fuck me every day.

As for this body, It almost feels like I’ve always been in it. I’ve adjusted to caring around these breasts, although they can be a killer on my back since I’m not allowed to wear anything but aprons. I swear I’d give a hundred blowjobs for a bra.

I’m now at month four of my pregnancy which hasn’t been as bad as I thought. Up until now every month the pregnancy symptoms had gotten more intense, while this month kind of remained the same as month three.

Some of them even seemed to be getting better. For instance, I was peeing as much and my leaking stopped. I also wasn’t throwing up every morning like before, only occasionally certain things I smell will make me throw up but that's about it.

One thing that did get worse was my breasts. They’ve gotten so big. I think they’re at least two cup-sized larger than when I first got them, maybe even three. Of course, growing that much has made them extremely sore and I find myself rubbing them more and more every day.

Eleven Johnny has noticed how large they’ve gotten. I guess he finds them irresistible as he’s always finding a reason to grab them and squeeze them. One time while I was doing dishes, he snuck up behind me and slipped his hands under my apron.

Then he grabbed both of them and squeezed them as hard as he could. It felt so amazing. My body was instantly filled with so much pleasure that I had an orgasm. My knees ended up going out and I fell backward onto Johny.

Luckily she caught me, so there was no harm to our baby. Of course just because we were on the floor didn’t mean he was done with me. While I was lying on top of him he continued to fondle my left breast with his left hand while his right made its way down to my crotch.

He stuck a couple of fingers in me and helped me achieve another orgasm, after that it was my turn to repay the favor and I sat up, ripped his clothes off, and went down on him for a couple of hours. Honestly, it was some of the best sex we’ve had so far.

I still have no idea why the real Paulina didn’t want to be the one here doing this. I also noticed during the fourth month that my stomach was starting to expand. It wasn’t all that much, but I was finally getting a baby bump going.

The fifth month once again showed me that things could get worse and that there were many more hurdles to jump over. I started getting constipated all the time, and there’s nothing worse than not being able to poop.

I also started getting dizzy spells, some of which weren't too bad, but I did have a few that were pretty bad. Thankfully the baby and I weren't harmed in any way, but after speaking with the doctor he suggested that I needed to relax a bit more.

So Johnny told me that for the remainder of my pregnancy, I was relieved from my cleaning and cooking duties and that he’d be hiring some maids to do that work, along with one that was tasked to personally care for me.

Which was really nice. Whenever I craved something the maid would either go to the kitchen and get it or have someone run out to the store to buy it, and I’ll be honest I was a bit gluttonous when it came to my cravings. I wanted so many weird and disgusting things I’d never normally eat.

She even gives me massages anywhere on my body that I need them, including my breasts when they get really sore. I have to admit it’s really nice being pampered like this. I really don’t have to do anything but grow this baby and keep Johny happy.

Also during the fifth month, I really started showing. Now anyone who looked at me could tell I was pregnant, even if I wore the thickest apron we had in the mansion. With that though came an amazing experience.

Sometimes I can feel the baby. Like little bitty moments going on and it’s incredible. The feeling is almost like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you get butterflies. It's scary and new while still being exciting.

It’s really an amazing experience, and as much as I’d prefer not to be a woman, especially for a whole year, I’m glad to get to experience such a wonderful thing as pregnancy, and the opportunity to bring this baby into the world.

As I entered into the sixth month of my pregnancy the normal pregnancy symptoms started to get worse. I had heartburn more often, but that might be from all the strange food I was eating, this body probably wasn’t processing them well.

I suppose my go-to snack of a bag of barbecue chips dumped onto a plate drenched in mayonnaise baked beans and shredded cheese probably doesn't help, but it’s so good and I’m not giving it up, well at least not while I have the ability to eat it, I’m sure after giving birth I won't be able to eat it.

Then there was another thing that started happening. My breasts, which are three and a half cups larger than before I got pregnant, even if it’s hard to tell, have started to produce milk, although not that much.

Of course, my breasts are still not used to it, so most of the time the milk just flows right out of my nipples, leaving whatever apron I’m currently wearing with wet little circles around my nipples. Which is super embarrassing.

Especially when my personal maid notices and helps me up just to change me. Of course, Johnny really likes that I’ve started to produce milk, and loves to tease me about it, sometimes he even calls me his cute little cowgirl.

Which I know should be insulting but I really enjoy it, and he enjoys me. Although we still have fun together every day, the way we do it has changed since I can’t be as active as I was before I got pregnant.

Suffice it to say I’ve gotten really good at giving blowjobs, and I’ve more than gotten used to the taste of his sweaty balls and the saltiness of his cum, and it’s super embarrassing to admit, but I somewhat crave his cum sometimes.

Other than that, we started doing anal. I have to admit it's not that pleasurable in this body but it keeps Johnny happy while not putting any unnecessary stress on the pregnancy. Of course, just because he enters my backdoor doesn't mean I don’t get to have fun.

Either Johnny or my personal maid will help me out and hold my magic wand against my crotch until I orgasm a few times. I wish I could do it myself but I’d rather have it done by someone else than not have it at all.

That’s about it for now. Six months of pregnancy done, three more to go and six more months as a woman to go. Wow, I really haven’t thought about it, but I’ve been a woman for seven months now, that's crazy. It’s going to be hard to adjust to my body once I get back to it.

Speaking of, I wonder what Paulina is doing in it. Partying, sex? Extreme sports? I sure hope she’s being safe. I’d hate to have to wait while the company clones my DNA and makes another body, as it would mean being stuck in this one for longer.

Although, if that did happen I could just keep this one. What am I saying, stay as a woman? As if I’d do that. It must just be my hormones making me sentimental about this body, right? Or even perhaps all the time I’ve spent as a woman is making me accept it. I’m sure as soon as I’m back in my body I won't feel this way.