I was already in bed when he called, one hand resting on my bump the way I always do now. He sounded shy. I told him it was okay. “I’ve been thinking about you,” I said softly. “About how much I want to be filled again. About how good Pregnant Phone Sex feels when I’m already so full.” He went quiet for a second. Then he admitted he’d been imagining it too. I smiled and rubbed my belly a little. The baby moved and I let out a tiny breath. He heard it. I could tell.

I told him to get comfortable and just listen. I described how heavy my breasts feel, how sensitive they are, how I keep touching them when I’m alone. He started breathing a little harder. I liked that. I asked if he wanted to hear me touch myself while I talked about being bred. He said yes. So I slid my hand lower and told him exactly what I was doing. Soft, slow circles. My bump rising and falling with every breath. He kept saying my name like he couldn’t help it.

The more I talked, the needier I got. I told him how much I love the idea of someone wanting to put another baby in me even though I’m already pregnant. How it makes me feel wanted. He groaned when I said that. I rubbed a little faster and let him hear the wet sound. “Do you like knowing I’m this wet for you while I’m carrying someone else’s baby?” I asked. He said he loved it. I bit my lip and kept going. The bump was warm under my other hand. Everything felt soft and heavy and perfect.

I made him tell me what he would do if he were here. He said he would kiss my belly first. Then he would touch me the same way I was touching myself. I liked that answer. I told him to keep talking while I kept going. My voice got quieter the closer I got. He could hear it. I asked him if he wanted to hear me come while I was thinking about being filled again. He said please. So I let myself. It was soft and long and I kept my hand on my bump the whole time. When I finished I was still rubbing slow circles and breathing hard.

He was still hard. I could hear it in his voice. I told him he could touch himself now, but only if he described what he was imagining. He did. He said he wanted to be the one who put the next baby in me. I smiled and told him that was a very good answer. I kept talking soft and low while he stroked. Every time he got too close I made him slow down. I wanted it to last. I wanted him to stay right there with me while I was still flushed and sensitive. He listened. He always listens when I ask nicely.

I told him about the way my body feels different now. How every touch feels bigger. How I get wetter faster. He said he wished he could feel it. I said maybe next time he calls I would let him hear even more. He liked that idea. I kept one hand on my bump and the other between my legs, still sensitive, still moving slow. The baby kicked and I gasped. He asked if I was okay. I told him I was perfect. Then I asked if he wanted to hear me come again. He said yes. So I did. Softer this time. My voice broke a little at the end.

When I was done I stayed quiet for a minute and just rubbed my belly. He was still stroking. I told him he could finish whenever he wanted. He did. I listened to every sound he made and told him how good he was being for me. Afterward he thanked me. I thanked him back. I told him I liked talking about it. That it made me feel wanted even though I’m already so full. He said he would call again soon. I know he will. They always do when I sound this soft.

I stayed on the phone a little longer and just talked about how the bump feels under my hand. How warm it is. How I keep imagining someone else wanting to add to it. He listened. He said he liked hearing me happy. I told him I was. Then I said goodnight and that he could call back whenever he wanted more Pregnant Phone Sex. He said he would. I hung up smiling and kept rubbing my belly until I fell asleep.

The best part is knowing he will think about my voice every time he gets hard for the next few days. Every time he imagines touching a pregnant belly he will remember me. That is what good Pregnant Phone Sex does. It leaves him wanting more even after he finishes. I like that. I like knowing someone is out there thinking about filling me again.

You can call and tell me exactly what you want to do to me while I rub my bump and listen. That is how this works. If you want to hear me get soft and needy and admit how much I want to be bred again, you already know where to find me. I am very good at making good boys want to take care of me. And I always end up right where I belong… melting for Daddy. All my heart, Trinity, your pregnant dream girl who melts for Daddy 🌷💖🤰