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Kinktober '22 #28: Post-Pregnancy Weight Gain
🕑 Added 2022-12-29 23:42:24 +0000 UTCPutting some content notes on this one because it's a pretty big departure from what I usually write! This is a post-pregnancy WG story with the husband gaining weight, with a heavy emphasis on lactation/breastfeeding kink and a little breeding kink. Male weight gain only, with the wife discovering she's into it. If any of that sounds squicky to you, definitely skip this one!
I'm actually a little nervous about posting this one because it feels pretty out there, but I've had the draft for this story sitting around for ages and it felt perfect for a post-pregnancy WG prompt so š¤·āāļø Hope this doesn't awaken anything in anyone... (jk, it's a cute kink even if it is a lil taboo, you're welcome if you pick it up)
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I have a secret. I swore to myself Iād never tell a soul, butā¦ you seem trustworthy.
Hereās the thing: my husband was always very slim. The kind of guy who never seems to put on weight, unless itās muscle. All the other moms in the neighborhood were always kinda jealous of me. I would be, too, if I was them. How many guys manage to stay so fit after years of marriage?
He was so good in bed, too. Always knew just how to push my buttons. Which was how I ended up pregnantāyou know how it goes.
He was so excited about the whole thingāthe baby, being a dad, all that. If itās possible, he was even more excited about me. Youād think once heād knocked me up he would calm down, but something about me being pregnant really did it for him. And maybe this is too much information, but the thing that would really get him going was my tits. Hand to god, any time I wanted a little tender affection I just had to flash some cleavage or talk about how sensitive they were getting.
I started to realize exactly why he was so excited a little later into my pregnancy. One night while we were in bed, he was sucking on my nipples and really riling me up. Right when he knew I was about to come, he told me he couldnāt wait to taste my milk. Which is pretty wild, right? I thought so, for a second, but he made me come so hard a second later I was seeing stars. Put it right out of my mind.
Right after the baby was born, we were both pretty distracted. Newborns are a helluva lot of work, and it takes a while before you figure out how to be a person and a parent again. After some time, though, I ran into a problem Iād never heard of before. Iād done all this research while we were trying for the baby and then while I was pregnant about breastfeeding, trying to plan for whatever issue I might run into, and kept reading about women who produced so little that they had to give up and use formula. I read so many stories from ladies in Facebook groups and stuff about how sad it was for them and everything theyād tried.
But in all that time searching, not once had I ever seen anyone say they had too much milk. That sounds bananas, right? How can you make ātoo muchā milk? But thatās what happened to me. I didnāt realize it wasnāt normal because so much of what I was dealing with sounded like what everyone else was dealing with. Who doesnāt complain about their boobs being swollen and sore and leaking when theyāre breastfeeding?
Then I went from sore and swollen to tits that felt like bowling balls between feedings. Looked like āem, too. It hurt to be. I think I went up three cup sizes in the couple weeks right after I gave birth. That was when I found out about overproducers and realized I was one of āem.
Youād think milk overproduction would be kind of ideal, right? Plenty of food for your new baby, no need to worry about ever buying formula! I could stockpile breastmilk in the freezer right from the get-go. But it hurt, and on top of that, I found out my baby wouldnāt even be getting all the nutrients they needed. They couldnāt eat fast enough to get through all the foremilk I was producing to the hindmilk they actually needed.
Thankfully, I was lucky. My husband stepped in with a solution: he would drink up all the extra milk. At first, I thought it would be too weird. But then we tried it for the first time, and it was like magic. Totally intimate, and it felt so good I didnāt care if it was weird. Having his hands on me, always gentle but possessive, too, like heād never wanted to be anywhere moreā¦ it was hot, I canāt lie. The milk letdown was always so intense right as heād start feeling me up, this hot prickling all through my breasts until I started to spill. Iād always liked having him suck on my tits, but with all the new sensitivity, all those nerves lighting upāit was the biggest fucking turn-on. And fucking while he drank from me? Transcendent. I felt spoiled.
We were back at it like rabbits in pretty short order, like he was trying to get me pregnant all over again. I felt like a fertility goddess, bountiful and sexy in a way that felt too right to be wrong.
There were consequences to all this, though. Minor, at first. I noticed he started looking a little chunkier. I didnāt say anything about it or even think much of it. I loved him no matter what, and the connection we had was so electric I couldnāt care less about a little pudge. I kind of liked it, even.
He mentioned it, said maybe he should cut back at meals, but he never really ended up following through. I realized all the extra calories from our feeding sessions were starting to add up. That he was getting pudgy because of me in the most direct way possible. The thought was delicious to me. Seeing him with a too-full belly after dinner, sloshing full of hundreds of extra, milky calories on top of whatever Iād cooked for him made me sopping wet every time.
The slow creep of weight gain turned into pounds piling onto him almost too quick to count. His belly was what really got me every time. It seemed like he was getting rounder and wider every day. I asked him if he wanted to stop. But he was greedy now, and I loved him for it.
Even after I didnāt actually need to breastfeed anymore, he didnāt want to stop. Heād gotten used to glutting himself on me, tasting how different it was every day, fattening himself up like a piglet. I think heās put on at least a hundred pounds now, with no sign of slowing down. Iām not complaining even a little. It turns out I like having a fat husband. After all, I did practically make him myself.
Comments
Rowan Kind
This got a big laugh out of me. Iām glad you liked it! If you ever have additional thots on this kink youād like to see explored, you can always drop them in the prompt pool š https://forms.gle/EpA4DyDdRJnjk98G8
Douglas Goldstein
Well *I* learned something about myself.
Rowan Kind
Itās so good!! Iād like to write more of it but I know itās niche
David Gideon Abbott
This is a recent secret kink of mine and I'm SO happy you're exploring it š
