I Got My Husband Pregnant
When I was in my third trimester of pregnancy, my husband so kindly insinuated that my productivity and effort around the house was dwindling. I take care of almost everything at home, but the further along I got in my pregnancy and the bigger I got, the harder it was for me to do things he was used to be doing all the time for us.
After a rather biting remark from him one day, I decided things were going to change. So I got him pregnant.
I bought him two XXL bras and four pair of XXL Spandex bodysuits. I bought some water balloons and small trash bags. I bought him some XXL gym shorts and bigger shirts. And waited for him to come home.
When he came home that Friday evening, I introduced him to his new weekend body - a pregnant version of himself. I told him that since he was being so mean to me that I wanted him to experience what it was like to be me. At first he refused, but I insisted and told him he would get lucky, and he eventually gave up and allowed himself to get pregnant.
I put his new bra on him and loaded him up with DD water balloons in each cup. I made him get on his Spandex and loaded his belly with trash bags full of water. I double bagged them so he wouldn’t leak. And then he put on another set of Spandex to keep his belly in place better. When I was done with him, he was a waddling, pregnant man who was 50 pounds heavier.
I made him stay that way, all weekend, each weekend until I delivered our baby. He would wear his pregnant suit from Friday evening to Monday morning, even sleeping in it overnight. He got so used to being pregnant that he even forgot one Monday morning and wore his bra to work. He did all his weekend tasks with his extra body weight, like mowing the lawn or working on the cars, and by the time he was done each weekend, he was so nice to me and quit criticizing me and what wasn’t happening at the house each week.
He literally wore it the entire weekend, but I wasn’t totally a horrible wife. I made love to that pregnant man each day he wore his pregnant suit. He got excited to take a shower and put on a fresh pregnancy suit each night because he knew he was going to get lucky. And it was very sexy to make love to my pregnant husband. The bigger I got, the more adventurous we had to become, but that made it even more fun, funny and sensual.
That was a few years ago. He’s gained some weight now (about 40 pounds) and almost looks five months pregnant on his own. Every now and then, we both get pregnant once we put the child down for the night and we relive the old, preggie days! But I had to buy him a couple sizes bigger of a bra and Spandex to accommodate his actual chubby belly and extra weight.
That experience a few years ago brought us so close together as we gained empathy for each other. So, getting my husband pregnant was one of the best decisions I ever made!