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Caramel was a dancer, not a hooker, but when she encountered the shy young black man with the biggest tackle she'd ever seen, she lost all her inhibitions. She took him home, and they went at it for hours. She lost count of how many times they had sex before they fell asleep together. She hardly got any sleep, because every half hour, he woke up with a hard-on and wanted another go. They took breaks only to eat. Finally she had to go to work. When she came home, he was gone.

She wasn't stupid. She knew that having unprotected sex fifty or sixty times had a definite risk of pregnancy, not to mention anything else the guy might have had. Something about him, though, had just cut through all her common sense, straight to her libido. She was not surprised when her next period never came. She was surprised, though, when she started showing at six weeks. She thought about ending it, but the tips starting going through the roof, especially when her boobs started to grow. She got the chance to show that lazy bitch Maxi what you could really do with G-cup boobs--at least until they kept growing to K-cup size.

The bar was standing-room only for awhile, but it couldn't last At eight weeks, she looked six months pregnant. At twelve weeks, she looked ready to deliver at any moment. At fourteen weeks, she looked overdue with twins. She kept working until she reached eighteen weeks, by which time she looked like she was about to go into labor with quintuplets. By then, however, she had made as much as she normally did in several years, so she decided to take it easy until after she gave birth.

That had been two months ago, and her belly kept growing out in front, pushing forward more every week. She wondered if her skin could stand the strain. Even at twenty-six weeks, it was so tight she felt ready to explode. How would she handle another eight-to-fourteen weeks?

(update 2012-2-27: I have replaced the image file with one less scary ugly and crap quality. I know that's kind of a dick move to play on people who have already favorited it. If you liked the other one better, feel free to un-favorite the new one).

Description
Caramel was a dancer, not a hooker, but when she encountered the shy young black man with the biggest tackle she'd ever seen, she lost all her inhibitions. She took him home, and they went at it for hours. She lost count of how many times they had sex before they fell asleep together. She hardly got any sleep, because every half hour, he woke up with a hard-on and wanted another go. They took breaks only to eat. Finally she had to go to work. When she came home, he was gone.

She wasn't stupid. She knew that having unprotected sex fifty or sixty times had a definite risk of pregnancy, not to mention anything else the guy might have had. Something about him, though, had just cut through all her common sense, straight to her libido. She was not surprised when her next period never came. She was surprised, though, when she started showing at six weeks. She thought about ending it, but the tips starting going through the roof, especially when her boobs started to grow. She got the chance to show that lazy bitch Maxi what you could really do with G-cup boobs--at least until they kept growing to K-cup size.

The bar was standing-room only for awhile, but it couldn't last At eight weeks, she looked six months pregnant. At twelve weeks, she looked ready to deliver at any moment. At fourteen weeks, she looked overdue with twins. She kept working until she reached eighteen weeks, by which time she looked like she was about to go into labor with quintuplets. By then, however, she had made as much as she normally did in several years, so she decided to take it easy until after she gave birth.

That had been two months ago, and her belly kept growing out in front, pushing forward more every week. She wondered if her skin could stand the strain. Even at twenty-six weeks, it was so tight she felt ready to explode. How would she handle another eight-to-fourteen weeks?

(update 2012-2-27: I have replaced the image file with one less scary ugly and crap quality. I know that's kind of a dick move to play on people who have already favorited it. If you liked the other one better, feel free to un-favorite the new one).