Competitive XIV

Note: This is a story-prompt for That-Other-Guy.

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Back on the plane, Edward was having an amazing flight.

“Just fuck me already,” Starla whined as she frantically unbuttoned her blouse in the cramped lavatory. Edward stared as Starla’s huge breasts were freed from her nursing bra, round and full and clearly engorged, nipples large, dark, and distended. The mounds heaved and wobbled with her restless panting. He couldn’t believe how perfect they were.

His gaze trailed down Starla’s enormous, heaving belly. She looked like she could drop at any moment. His eyes made their way to Starla’s fumbling hands as they hurriedly unlatched her skirt. It dropped to the floor around her ankles. She was left naked except for her stewardess blazer which hung off her shoulders, progressively sliding down.

Starla was beautifully disheveled, flushed, and breathless. It was at that moment, that Ed realized this wasn’t some sort of joke. This gorgeous pregnant woman wanted him, and he was standing there, gaping like an idiot, almost immobilized by shock. He snapped out of his reverie.

Edward’s hands were working before he really registered that he was shoving Starla back into the wall. He grabbed one of her thighs, wrapping it partly around him. Starla gave a sharp gasp as he instantly bottomed out against her belly. Edward gently cupped the side of the mound with one of his hands, feeling the rolls and kicks against the skin from within.

His other hand had slid up to grip her hip as he slammed back into her with a groan of unmitigated pleasure.

Starla whimpered and whined, her fat breasts bouncing on her belly, nipples now sprouting droplets of milk with every jerk of her body. “Fill me,” she begged.

With Starla talking like that, Edward grew impossibly hard. He felt himself swelling inside her, actually growing, Starla grunting and arching as he was pushed impossibly deep.

He gave several sharp thrusts, Starla writhing against him, as he thrusted and they rocked together, but it just wasn’t enough.

He pulled out and turned her around, Starla releasing a cry of surprise as he shoved her down so that she had to brace her hands on the back of the toilet. Edward cradled her plump, soft hips in his hands for a moment, just marveling at how lovely she was. But then he reached down to guide his aching cock to her already-wet opening. He shoved his way back in, Starla moaning and slumping slightly. He watched her legs quavering, and she gave a mumbled, near-indecipherably plea, “Fill me, Ed. F-fuck, I need you to—”

Edward exploded, his body shuddering through orgasm as he released more than he ever had in his life, so much so that he felt astonished as he continued to pour into her, indeed filling her, feeling her belly tense and heave under his hand.

His own massive belly writhed and rocked against Starla’s back, his hands shifting to his own mass, soothing it with the gentle pressure of his palms.

“Ohhh…” Starla groaned faintly. “That feels…ahhhh…” Her belly shuddered forcefully, jerking outward in growth as her baby was shoved upward to make room for a new sibling. The lavatory seemed to shrink around them.

“Shit,” said Edward.

“Yeah…” Starla managed, her plump fleshed sleeked with sweat. “I have to…” She eased herself down on the closed toilet seat, her weak legs all but collapsing beneath her. But beyond the flush and exhaustion, she had an extremely satisfied look on her face. She appraised Edward fondly, sort of smirking. “Well,” she said, clearly pleased with his performance.

“Yeah,” said Edward, both abashed and giddy. He awkwardly attempted to tuck himself back into his sweatpants.