Don\'t Look If You Don\'t Like\'m BIG: 44DD and Pregnant!

She took off her top, released the back band of her bra, and pulled the cups up until her boobs flopped down. “Big enough?” she asked coyly. I looked at them and my jaw literally dropped. “Oh my god! ... you’re fucking beautiful!,” I managed to say. The sight of her blubbery tits and big, sensitive, pregnant nipples almost made me come. I swallowed and paused to settle myself down. “Okay,” I said after a few deep breaths, “Let’s take this nice and slow so we can enjoy it. ... Put your bra and top back on so we can start from the beginning.” Another day at the laundromat and another huge, pregnant babe. She was filling her washer with clothes and as I surveyed the ladies there for prospects she looked up and we made eye contact. For some reason she smiled at me sexily like she knew why I was there. I looked back at her a little quizzically and only then realized how big and pregnant she was. She then looked away and continued to load her washer. ‘Oh my god!,’ I thought to myself, ‘she looks huge!’ I immediately started to imagine what her body might look like naked and felt a twinge in my cock. She was wearing dark sweat pants and a black top but besides having a pregnant belly I could see that her arms were fat and that probably meant she had a lot of blubbery flesh all over - and big tits. But she didn’t look that big breasted, not at first. As I walked over to introduce myself I could see she had boobs but they were dwarfed by the rest of her body. “Hi,” I said cheerfully, “I’m Bill. What’s your name? “Hi, I’m Elle,” she answered politely. “Hi,” I said again, “You know, as soon as I saw you, you looked familiar. I was wondering if you go to the college down the street.” “No, ... no,” she replied shaking her head, “I’m definitely not in college.” “Oh ... right, ... I guess if you’re expecting you took some time off, right?” I asked casually. “Sort of. I work though, ... or did,” she answered. “Did?,” I asked quizzically. “Yeah ... I got laid off a few weeks ago, and now I can’t get another job because of this,” she said as she pointed to her bulging belly. “Oh ... right,” I repeated, “That makes sense I guess. ... Do you live alone too?,” I inquired. “I do now, but I don’t know for how much longer. My rent is due pretty soon and I’m not sure what I’m gonna do.” “You mean, you need some money,” I asked carefully. “Yeah, ... I do,” she answered as we made eye contact again. She was slowly loading her washer while we talked and I watched her bending over to get clothes out of her basket. I instinctively looked at her chest while she did that, hoping to see evidence of how big her boobs were. I could see she was wearing a black bra that was tight on her and could see it was mashing and compressing her tits. They also didn’t giggle much as she bent over and moved which also meant her bra was constraining them. Yet despite all of that they still looked pretty big. Not every big woman has big tits but when they do they can be really big. I felt my cock growing bigger as I watched her and thought about that. And then I decided to go for it. “Well, ...,” I began, “I have something that you can do that I’ll pay you for.” “Really?,” she asked genuinely interested. “Yeah, ... and it won’t take you very long either, but I’ll pay you the same.” “What is it?,” she asked again. “Well, ...,” I continued, “I happen to be a photographer and I take pictures of women all the time.” “You do?” “Yeah, in fact, the last time I did it she was pregnant too.” “She listened to me intensely but said nothing. “... I really like big women,” I added. “So .... You want to take pictures of me too?,” she asked gingerly. “Yes,” I replied quietly, “I would, ... and I’ll pay you for it.” “Well, like when and how, ... and how much?” “We can do it now. My apartment is not far away and I have a studio, ... and I’ll pay you whatever you need,” I added. “You will?,” she asked incredulously. “Yeah ... I will,” I answered immediately, “but only if we do it now. We can take your clothes to my place and you can wash them later.” She paused to contemplate my offer. “Listen,” I said quietly, “I really like big women like you. I think you’re beautiful and sexy. ... You’ll like doing it. I promise,” I said confidently. “You mean do it now? Like this?,” she pleaded as she pointed to her clothes and hair. “Yes. You won’t need your clothes, and your hair looks great. It looks natural and I like that.” Her eyes shifted back and forth a few times as she thought. “Okay,” she finally said, “I’ll do it. But I hope you really mean you like ‘big’ ladies. I don’t want to be embarrassed.” “Believe me,” I replied intently, “I do.” With that we both unloaded her clothes from the washer and walked to my apartment.