Bree Bellucci: Gangbang With The Beasts

The exercise studio at Christiana Hospital was full of panting sweaty women, with their bulging bellies heaving up and down stressing the seams of their yoga pants. There was soft music playing in the background, some satellite radio Top 40 station, the latest Katy Perry song was playing for the fifth time that hour.

“All right ladies! That should do it for today, I am so proud of all of you, especially the girls who look ready to pop,” shouted the yoga instructor with a big grin across her face. She was a fit energetic woman with bleached blonde hair pulled back in a tight pony tail that accentuated her face lift. Emily was put off by the instructor more often than not, perhaps it was her blatantly fake boob job and the fact that she still wore the same sized sports bra’s she wore before the surgery. Personalities aside, Emily had to admit that the instructor was a great motivator and fairly knowledgeable.

Emily and Claire had been coming to the pregnant yoga classes for the past few weeks. Their doctor suggested that they stay active and keep exercising to ensure that their pregnancies go smoothly. He prescribed pregnant yoga three times a week and pregnant massages at least once a week, Emily looked forward to the massages much more.

“Hey Em what do you say we hit the Starbucks and get a couple of Frappuccinos?” Claire asked, “I’m so fucking thirsty.” She wiped the sweat from her brow and adjusted her sports bra.

“Do you have to wear just that bra to class? You look like such a skank with those tits popping out, you’re giving the instructor a run for her money,” Emily jibbed.

“I suppose I should wear a big baggy t-shirt to yoga like you? I’m sorry but just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t still be sexy. I need all the positive reinforcement I can get right now and it’s nice to know that some men would still want to fuck me even though I look like a cow,” she defended herself. “Don’t tell me you hate when guys stare at your body undressing you with their eyes, it makes you feel good too.”

“Yeah I get it but the funny thing is that there are no men in this class! It’s a pregnant yoga class, how many men do you know that are pregnant?” Emily laughed.

“Kiss my ass, besides Starbucks is a couple of blocks away and I say we walk there to see how many glances we can catch on the way.” Claire looked at Emily up and down, checking out her best friends figure, “You still got it Em, you’re tits are bigger than mine right now! And your ass looks great in those yoga pants. I was talking to Jim last night and he said that most guys find pregnant women even more attractive.”

“Funny you should mention that, I was talking to Brandon last night and he told me that my breasts were getting bigger because he thought they were filling with milk. What an idiot.” She dwelled on the thought for a minute, “But I guess it is nice that he still desires me, he certainly looks at me differently lately but I like it.”

“See? Now take that horrible t-shirt off you look like a trucker, and let’s go soak up some confidence,” Claire said with an enthusiastic smile.

Emily gave in after murmuring a few choice words under her breath. She grabbed her shirt tails and pulled up struggling to get it over her head, Claire helped her get the shirt the rest of the way. Her full breasts jiggled as she pulled the shirt over her sports bra. Emily was self-conscious of having her swollen belly bare for everyone to see. She knew that a pregnant figure was beautiful and that no one would say anything to her but she still wasn’t used to the transformation. She couldn’t wait to be skinny again.

“Look at those puppies!” Claire said a little too loudly, the instructor and a few other women looked over at them. “Now what have you possibly got to be ashamed of? You need to work what you got Em.” Claire did a little sha-sha-sha mockingly.

Emily was visibly red, “Can we just get on with it already?”

They walked over and grabbed their bags from the bench against the wall. They exchanged good-byes with the instructor and some of the other women and left the studio. They hadn’t realized just how muggy and sweaty the studio was until they opened the doors and the cool fresh air blew over their faces.

“Damn it’s a beautiful day out, we are getting lucky this spring with such nice weather,” Claire observed.

“It really is a nice day, good idea to walk to Starbucks. Let’s drop this stuff off first and let me grab my wallet and my phone.”

The two women tossed their bags in the car and grabbed their clutches each with their phones and wallets inside. They walked along the sidewalk and down the busy street, noticing the blatant stares from men passing by. A couple of cars actually honked their horns and a few men shouted out the window at them. Emily was mortified and she wished she had kept her shirt on, she felt increasingly exposed just wearing the sports bra and yoga pants. Claire on the other hand loved every minute and she was strutting confidently with a glowing smile on her face. Her head was held high and she was making direct eye-contact with every man that looked her way.

They were quite a sight walking to Starbucks with their swollen breasts barely held back by the sports bras cradling them and their round bellies looking ready to burst at any minute. Emily heaved a sigh of relief as they entered the store and ordered their drinks. At least she would have the Frappuccino to focus on during the walk back to the car.

“I’m going to kill you for making me walk around like this, I feel like a circus freak Claire.”

“Calm down you look great, there are about a hundred guys that passed by already that would fuck you on this very sidewalk if you offered it to them,” Claire smiled cheekily. “Besides we’re almost back to the car.”

It felt like an eternity but they finally reached Claire’s red Audi A4, she hit the widget and unlocked the doors. Emily hurried to the passenger side, opened the door and flung herself into the seat. Claire casually opened the driver’s side door, winked at a guy passing by who was holding hands with his wife, and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Ready to get out of here?” Claire said in a coddling voice.

“Get me the fuck out of here,” Emily said, she was visibly stressed.

They exchanged glances and both started laughing uncontrollably as Claire pulled out of the parking space.

The car had pep to it and Claire had a heavy foot. Emily was too tired today to speak up about Claire’s speeding. She turned the radio on to local Top 40 and the same Katy Perry song was playing again.

“What, do they have a mix CD with the same five songs on it and they just pop it in to the radio station computer and just hit repeat? We heard this song six times in the last hour during class,” Emily complained.

“I love this song. I don’t know what you are talking about. What’s wrong with you?” Claire asked. “You seem stressed out, like you need a good humping, are you making Brandon keep it in his pants lately?”

“No, I don’t know, I just don’t feel very sexy lately. I guess I haven’t really let the opportunity present its self in a while.”

“Well that’s a mistake,” Claire scoffed. “You need to have sex Em it’s the romantic glue of the relationship. And you need to get over your insecurities too. Brandon loves your pregnant body and would take you in a second if you let him.”

“I know, you’re right, maybe tonight I’ll initiate by sucking his…” Emily stopped suddenly, bracing herself after hearing a loud pop.

The car began to swerve and Claire slammed on the breaks, pulling the Audi off on to the side of the road.