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Pamela's Pregnancyby: Janis Elizabeth
Tonight was going to be special. This was our second wedding anniversary. I had spent the morning and afternoon being pampered by Alison. My hair was done nicely, hanging in curls down to my shoulders. My nails, both finger and toe glistened from the red polish that I wore. My makeup highlighted my facial features. My lips shone with the lipstick that matched the red color on my nails. I had made arrangements to have someone prepare and serve dinner here. I also had decided to wear my wedding gown, crinoline and all of my bridal lingerie as Karen and I celebrated this special evening. My veil, however, was being left off. I was trying to preserve it for any future daughters and I did not want to handle it too much. Karen was going to wear the black gown she had worn on our wedding day. On the door hung our respective negligees that we had worn that first night when we consummated our marriage. Tonight was going to be special.
I had spent yesterday cleaning the house to make it shine. While doing the cleaning, I had worn my pink satin maid's uniform that Karen had given me at my bridal shower. I also wore white satin lingerie including ruffled panties, black stockings, crinoline and 4-inch black patent heels. I had a white lace apron covering my uniform and a white ruffled maid's cap perched on my head. I was the perfect picture of a traditional French maid, although I was attired in pink rather than black. By the time Karen had gotten home from the shop, I had cleaned the house, fixed a nice dinner for us, bathed and put on a new outfit. I had chosen a soft and silky blue dress that fit to my waist and then flared over my hips.
All of my fashions, including this dress, were fitting better, especially in the breast area. I no longer needed to wear my breast forms. For my first birthday after we were married, Karen had given me a surprise present. She remembered how I had looked at her breasts while she was sunbathing on the cruise. She had decided, then and there, that I also should have nice breasts. No longer would I have to use the artificial ones. In my birthday card, Karen had included a note that read, "For your birthday, I wanted to get you something that you really wanted. I remembered the cruise and how there seemed to be a bit of envy as you stared at my breasts while we were sunbathing. Therefore, my gift to you on your birthday will be real breasts. Our gynecologist has recommended a plastic surgeon that will give you implants that will produce a nice C-cup breast. I hope you will enjoy your birthday present. Love Karen."
I was so overwhelmed when I read it that I was ready to cry. I looked at her and said, "How can I ever thank you for this gift?" Karen said that no thanks were necessary. However, we had better get going, as the doctor would be doing the procedure in her office in a few hours. We quickly got dressed and left for the office.
The office nurse ushered us into a small area where the procedure would be done. She told me to take off all of my clothes, except for my panties, put on the white hospital gown and to lie face up on the table. The doctor would be in to see me shortly.
I did as I was told. Karen sat in a chair nearby. After a few minutes, the doctor entered accompanied by her nurse. The doctor explained the procedure. She also indicated that she was going to give me a general anesthesia so that I would be asleep during the procedure. I would be a little sore for a day or two and unable to wear a regular bra. After that, I would be able to wear any type of bras again including underwire bras. She then asked if I was ready. I nodded.
The last thing I remember is the nurse giving me an injection at 10:30 a.m. When I groggily awoke, it was one in the afternoon. Karen was sitting there beside me, holding my hand. Just then the doctor came in. "Well Pamela, everything went well. You will have two little scars under your breasts where I cut to put in your inserts. You now have a pair of breasts that any woman would be proud to have. I just want you to take it easy for the next few days. In order for you to have some support, I want you to wear a soft bra, also called a sleep bra. In three days, you should be able to resume your normal activities." She and Karen then helped me to sit up. "Remember, you are not really used to having this much mass on you upper chest."
Karen helped me remove the hospital gown so that I could have my first glimpse of my new shape. When I saw and felt them, I looked at Karen and simply said, "Thank you." She helped me put on the sleep bra and then the rest of my clothes. We then went home and I took it easy for a few days.
By now, I had long since become accustomed to the feel of my new breasts. I loved to touch them or have Karen touch them. Wearing a bra was now a real treat. I could hardly wait to see how my wedding gown now looked. The caterer had already arrived and was preparing a special dinner. The wine was chilling. I went and took a relaxing bath, soaking in the hot water and bath oils until I noticed that the water was getting cool. I wore my shower cap to keep Alison's hard work intact.
I put on my wedding lingerie, which included a white satin bustier with garters, white panties with satin appliqued wedding bells at the legs, patterned white stocking with wedding bells and doves and a long white slip with lace and satin appliques on the bodice. The bustier felt so much better over my new breasts. I put my sanitary pad in place between my legs to prevent an accident. Next came my 4-inch white heels. I then stepped into my crinoline and adjusted around my waist. Finally, I put my wedding gown on. It was the first time I had worn it since our wedding. It still fit and it still felt wonderful to wear. I requested the caterer send her assistant to help fasten the back of my gown. The young lady was there quickly and had the buttons fastened in no time. I thanked her for her assistance. She told me how nice I looked in my gown.
When Karen arrived home, I told her that she had plenty of time to bathe and get ready. She told me that she wouldn't keep me waiting too long. While I was waiting, I put on my long white gloves that I had worn on my wedding day. Soon Karen joined me. She looked ravishing in her black satin gown. We exchanged a light kiss. Just then, the caterer asked if we were ready for dinner. We indicated that we were.
Karen and I went into the dining room. I carefully smoothed my gown under me as I sat. Karen sat to my immediate right. After the wine had been poured, Karen picked up her glass, looked at me and said, "Pamela, the last two years together have been wonderful. You are the kindest, sweetest, gentlest person in the world. Sitting there, you look as nice tonight in your wedding gown as you did two years ago. I love you." She then clinked her wineglass against mine while I blushed over her compliments.
Dinner was excellent. Karen and I talked about the highs (many) and the lows (very few) of our two years. Once we had finished desert, we moved to the living room couch with the remainder of the wine, while the caterer cleaned up. We were just finishing up the bottle when the caterer informed us that everything was straightened up and that she was leaving. We thanked her for the excellent meal.
After we were alone, we started to let our passions loose. Karen and I became very passionate there on the couch. After two years, our passions were still just as intense. As they were on our wedding night We finally moved back to our bedroom where we could be more comfortable. Just as we had done two years ago, Karen and I made love as we were. We took off each other's panties and then, while still wearing our gowns, proceeded to enjoy each other.
When we had finally recovered, we got up, removed our gowns, put on our negligees and returned to bed. The rest of the evening recreated the joy and bliss of our wedding night. We finally exhausted each other and fell asleep.
It had been a month since our anniversary. Karen awoke that morning and complained about not feeling well. This was unusual for Karen never got sick or felt bad. I asked her if I could get her anything. Her response was a mad dash to the bathroom, where she proceeded to get royally sick. When she came back, she looked pale. As we sat on the side of the bed, I started to ask her what she thought was the cause of her sickness. She stopped and thought for a moment. Suddenly, her expression changed from one of wondering to one of enlightenment.
"Pamela, I just realized that I am two weeks late with my period. You don't suppose ?" Karen and I had wanted children. She had stopped taking her birth control pills several weeks before our anniversary. We always kept two pregnancy testing kits on hand, just in case. She put a sample of her urine in a glass and had me do the same. She took some of hers and put it in my glass. She then took a drop of hers and put it on the test probe. I did likewise with my mix. We then stood there in our nightgowns and waited. After what seemed like an interminable wait, we looked at the test probes. Karen had a positive indication on hers; obviously, mine would also be positive.
We hugged each other joyously. There was also some bottom fondling through the silkiness of our nightgowns. When we calmed down, Karen started talking. "Pamela, we still will need official confirmation from our obstetrician/gynecologist. Maybe we can both go and have her check us together. Also, you can now wear those maternity clothes that Mom gave you at your shower. Of course, I will have to get some also. Just think. We are bringing a new person into the world, just as Ann and Janet did with me years ago." We were both excited.
As soon as she could, Karen called her doctor and made appointments for both of us. Her doctor and her staff knew me, so there was no surprise on the other end of the phone when Karen told the nurse that we would be coming in for pregnancy tests. The nurse told Karen that we could come in at five and have the last appointments. She said that would be fine. After she hung up the phone, we went back to bed, hugging and caressing each other through our nightgowns. We stayed like that until it was time to get ready for our doctor's appointments.
I selected the maternity outfits for us to wear. These outfits could not be mistaken for anything other than what they were, maternity outfits. Karen would wear a nice dressy maternity skirt and top. I would wear a satiny maternity blouse with a big bow tie front and a maternity jumper. We both wore maternity lingerie, support stockings and low heels. We used minimal makeup and combed our hair into nice styles. We then picked up our purses and headed to the doctor's office.
Joan, the office nurse for Dr. Morris, greeted us as we entered. She told us that she would take us back to the examining room. "Do you mind sharing an examining room," she asked? We said that was fine. She complimented us on our outfits. She then told us to undress down to our panties and put on the white paper examining gowns. Karen was directed to lie on the examination table. I was told to sit on the stool next to her.
Joan checked on us to make sure that we were ready. She took our blood pressure, pulse and temperature. As she finished, she had Dr. Morris come in to the examining room with her. The doctor greeted us warmly and asked how we were. Karen told her that this morning she had had a bout of what she suspected was morning sickness. The doctor asked if I had experienced any symptoms yet. I told her no. She then asked Karen when her last period was and what her normal cycle was. She asked me the same questions and got the same answers as Karen had given her.
"My first guess is that you are both about four weeks pregnant. However, we will know more after your examinations and some tests, which we can do right here in the office. Karen, put your feet into the stirrups and let me first do your pelvic exam." Dr. Morris put on latex gloves and carefully examined Karen's vagina area. She then checked Karen's breasts. Finally, a blood sample and a urine sample were taken. Karen was allowed to get dressed while I took my place on the examining table with my feet in the stirrups. Dr. Morris put on a fresh pair of latex gloves and did my pelvic exam. Had I been in an internist's office, I would have called what was done a prostate exam. However, since Dr. Morris was an obstetrician/gynecologist and women don't have prostates, I simply considered it as my pelvic exam. She then checked my breasts and did the blood and urine tests. I was then allowed to get dressed again.
Twenty minutes later, we were both dressed and seated in Dr. Morris' office, waiting to hear the official news. She came in a few minutes later, looked at us both and smiled. "Congratulations," she said. "My initial guess turned out to be correct. You are both about four weeks pregnant." She then told us what the expected delivery date would be. Next, she prescribed vitamins to make sure that we were healthy and that the baby would be healthy also. She also prescribed something for Karen's morning sickness. Lastly, she gave us a list of things that we should do and things that we should avoid during our pregnancy. Exercise and eating right were important. There should be no smoking at all. High heels were okay for now. However, when our bodies started to feel the strain while wearing these heels, then it was time to change to a lower heel. Refrain from alcohol as much as possible. Make sure that we regularly take our vitamins, etc.
We thanked her for all of her advice and promised that we would check on each other to make sure we were doing just what the doctor ordered. On the way out we made our appointments for the following month. The nurse smiled at us and said that she was happy that we were expecting at the same time. "Being pregnant can be a lot of fun, especially if you have someone close to you experiencing it at the same time," she said. We told her that we would see her next month and then left. Once outside, we were smiling and giggling at each other. Naturally, we hugged each other tightly for a few minutes. The next several months were going to be a fun time.
Karen suggested that we go over and tell her mom the good news. I agreed but said, "She'll take one look at the way you and I are dressed and she will know immediately, without hearing a word from us." We drove to Ann's house, parked the car in the driveway and proceeded to knock on the door, rather than use Karen's key and just walk in.
Ann opened the door, took one look at her daughters and broke into a big smile. "Come in. Come in. Tell me the good news. When are you due? Are you both due at the same time?" With that she reached out and hugged us, Karen first and then me. Karen told her what the doctor had said about how far along we both were and when we were due. Yes, we were both due at the same time. Ann was thrilled for us. She suggested that we should immediately go out shopping and pick out some maternity outfits for each of us and she would gladly pick up the bill. Karen and I readily agreed.
Karen found several outfits for work, a few casual outfits for home and three dressy dresses for special occasions. She also got several sets of maternity lingerie, support stockings and sleepwear. Since I still did my computer support work from home; I selected several casual outfits and three dressy, special occasion dresses. Several sets of lingerie and nightgowns were included in my selection also. We each got a long all-weather outer coat that would go over our burgeoning bodies in the event that the weather was bad. As Karen and I were the same size, all of our selections could be worn by either of us. Ann happily paid the bill without a second's thought. She told the saleslady who assisted us how overjoyed she was that both of her daughters were pregnant at the same time. We then took Ann home. We talked with Ann into the wee small hours of the morning about the coming months over coffee and light sandwiches. When Ann finally realized the lateness of the hour, she sent us home, reminding us that we needed our rest. Her last words that evening were to eat properly, make sure we got plenty of rest, do what the doctor tells you and take your vitamins.
One of the first things we did was to purchase a pregnancy empathy belly, so that I could experience the joys of a swelling belly at the same time as Karen's belly swelled. This body attachment, usually worn by the husband for a short period of time to show his support for his expectant wife and give him a feeling of what she was experiencing, had an liquid bladder that could be inflated to simulate the advancing state of pregnancy. This way, Karen and I would continue to be about the same size throughout the pregnancy. Naturally, a room in our house became a nursery, with crib, changing table and all of the other things needed for the arrival of a little one.
For the next several months, we fell into a routine. Exercise, vitamins, proper nutrition, doctor's visits and when the time was closer, Lamaze classes. Karen and I served as each other's Lamaze coach. Our doctor visits were routine as we each received healthy reports on ourselves and on the baby. Every two weeks, we would put on one of our dressy maternity dresses and go out to dinner to a nice restaurant, usually with Ann treating us. Karen was exhibiting a natural glow from her pregnancy. I tried to achieve the same effect with makeup. Regardless, we were both extremely happy and excited. The one drawback was that, after a few months of the pregnancy, Karen could not tolerate the strain that went with wearing high heels. Naturally, we both started wearing 1-inch heels whenever we really got dressed up.
We were visiting Ann one weekend just before Thanksgiving when we got into some serious conversation. Karen and I were both wearing soft blouses with floppy bows and denim maternity jumpers. When we arrived, Ann hugged us and told us how nice we looked. We sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and enjoying a light lunch that Ann had prepared.
During our conversation, Ann looked at me and said, "Pamela, have you thought about what you will do when Karen goes into labor? I am sure that, even though your doctor knows and understands, the hospital staff wouldn't want another expectant woman in the delivery room for fear that Karen's delivery might trigger a reaction in you." I looked at Karen and then answered Ann. "We have talked about this and have come up with this idea. When Karen goes into labor, I will be wearing a starched white uniform that nurses regularly wore years ago. I will be there to help coach her through the delivery. Dr. Morris has been advised of this and wholeheartedly approves. Her nurse has even gotten me a generic nurse's cap that I can pin to my hair."
Ann was pleased to hear that we had thought about her concern, even before she voiced it. However, she soon voiced a second concern. "Pamela, are you and Karen going to share the duties and responsibilities of taking care of your child, including the feedings?" I replied that we intended to share all of the duties and responsibilities. Ann then looked at Karen and said, "Then I assume that you will not be breast feeding, since Pamela would not be able to supply the baby with her milk when it is her turn to do the feeding?" Karen nodded in agreement. "We have planned to give our baby formula for as long as necessary." Ann then got to the central point of her concern. "What are you going o do about the milk in your breasts? Are you going to have a shot to dry them up?" Karen and I admitted that we had not thought about that as yet.
"May I offer a suggestion, based on my past experience? I know this is a personal matter between you, Karen and Pamela. However, what your father and I did may offer some insight and give you an alternative. Do you mind if I tell you about how your father and I handled this situation," Ann asked? Both Karen and I eagerly agreed to hear Ann's solution.
Ann began to tell us about when she was carrying Karen. "Your father and I always enjoyed being his alter ego, Janet, in the privacy of our home. During my pregnancy, he would wear some of my maternity clothes and lingerie in the evening as we sat around enjoying our time together. We had agreed that we would share in the responsibilities of taking care of Karen, including those odd hour feedings. I knew that this would rule out me breast feeding my new daughter."
"One evening, about a month before my delivery, I told Janet that, while I would not be breast feeding our daughter, I did want to share my breast milk with someone that I loved and cared about. After my delivery, I would wear nursing bras and nursing nightgowns to bed each night. I wanted him to share my milk, if he was agreeable to doing it. We talked about it for over an hour before he agreed with my idea. He thought it could be wonderful to partake of my breast milk."
"I told my obstetrician that, although I would not be breast feeding, I did not want the shot to dry up my milk. She gave me a knowing look and accepted my desire. Karen came along right on time. After my recovery, the doctor sent us home. I still remember that first night, when Janet gave Karen her bottle. She sat there in a soft lavender nightgown while rocking you and giving you your bottle. I stood in the doorway watching. I was already wearing my nursing bra and nightgown. My full breasts ached to be drained into a loving mouth. I could hardly wait for Janet to finish. She then used a burp bib, placed you over her shoulder and got a big burp from you. Janet then put you in your crib. She stood beside your crib for a few minutes to make sure that you were all right. Once she was certain that there was no problem, she came to bed."
"As I said, I was wearing my nursing garments for him. I lifted my nightgown, unfastened the front of my bra and offered him my heavy milk-filled breast. He told it in his mouth, tentatively at first and then eagerly as he tasted my sweet fluid. I held his head to my breast with one hand while using my other hand to gently knead my breast so that my milk would flow freely between his lipstick covered lips. After about twenty minutes, he removed his mouth and I refastened my bra."
"The whole experience was satisfying to him and erotically pleasing to me. We continued this routine for the next several months. He would always wear a nightgown, a sleep bonnet and lipstick. I always wore my nursing bra and nursing nightgown. He would take and drink my milk for fifteen to twenty minutes until we were both satisfied. Sometimes, when a little of my milk would dribble down his chin, I would wipe it off with the edge of my nightgown. Looking down and seeing his reddened lips encircling my breast and feeling his tongue on my nipple would send thrills through my body. I enjoyed seeing the lipstick smears on my breast after she had finished. In the morning, before Janet had to become John again and go to work, we repeated the nursing event of the night before. This time Janet would nurse at my other breast. I even tried to reciprocate by sucking on his breasts from time to time. Even though he enjoyed that, it was too painful a process for him. I finally weaned my beloved off of my breast milk after eight months of nursing."
"Karen, think how nice it would be to share your milk with Pamela, either once or twice a day. You could experience an erotic thrill as she sucks on your breasts and achieve the satisfaction of being able to lovingly nurse another person just as you would with your own baby. Pamela, wouldn't you want to taste your wife's sweet fluid in your mouth? On top of that, with your nice breasts, Karen can give you the same sensation by taking your breasts into her mouth." Ann paused for a minute to gather her thoughts. Karen looked at Ann and said, "Mom, I'm glad that you told us about Dad nursing on your breasts. I think that this was such a sweet thing that you and Dad did. I would love to do the same thing for Pamela if she is receptive to the idea." I told Ann that I agreed with Karen and that I look forward to having her offer her milk-filled breasts to me."
At this point, conversation became impossible, as we all started to cry tears of happiness as we hugged each other. Even Ann's usual admonition about tears ruining your makeup didn't close the floodgates. When we finally composed ourselves, and repaired our makeup, Ann told us how happy she was for us both. We again exchanged long hugs before heading for home.
The remaining time in our pregnancy seemed to fly by. Christmas was a special time. Ann had taken us shopping just before Christmas and had bought two dressy velvet maternity dresses, one in red and one in green for us to wear on Christmas. On Christmas, each of us received a few more maternity outfits as well as lingerie and clothes for our post-pregnancy times. There were also two envelopes addressed to "Baby Newman." The first contained a nice sized check, which Ann said could start the baby's college fund. The other contained, in essence, an IOU. Ann said that since we didn't know what we would need for the baby, she would get us clothes, toys, diapers, etc. after the baby was born. In January, Karen had an ultrasound test to make sure that everything was all right with the baby. The doctor asked if Karen and I wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl. We both said NO in emphatic unison.
In bed at night, Karen had already started to suck on my breasts and the sensations we both received were pleasurable. She would either raise my nightgown until my breasts were accessible or lower the straps off of my shoulder baring my breasts. While she nursed on one of my breasts, her hands would fondle the other. Until the baby came, she did not want me to reciprocate with her. She wanted me to have this experience all to myself. After she had nursed and fondled me for awhile, we would fall asleep in each other's arms.
One morning in March, Karen wore up with contractions. She called Dr. Morris and told her how frequently they were occurring. Dr. Morris said that, while we still had time, it might be a good idea to head to the hospital. Karen put on a maternity jumper. I put on my white satin lingerie, including white stockings and slip. Next came the starched nurse's uniform, white uniform shoes and my cap. I put on a little makeup and picked up Karen's suitcase. Karen had called her Mom and told her to meet us there.
Two hours after the contractions had begun; Karen was in her labor/delivery room, wearing a pretty nightgown. Dr. Morris was there, making sure that Karen and the baby were fine. I was there, in my uniform, holding her hand, working on her breathing, and when asked by the doctor, telling Karen to push. Ann was there, standing in the background, with a look that expressed her concern and her love for Karen and her joy at the impending arrival of her grandchild. She surprised us by also wearing a starched white nurse's uniform and cap. Ann seemed to be elegant in anything that she wore. It did not seem to matter whether it was a formal satin evening gown or a nurse's uniform.
By eleven that morning, Dr. Morris told us that it was time. Karen was fully dilated and the contractions were coming closer together. With each contraction, she had me tell Karen to push. I also made sure that Karen kept breathing. Finally, at 11:11 a.m., Karen delivered our baby. After the baby emerged, the doctor took and smacked the bottom. Lusty cries filled the air. While the nurse checked the baby over, the doctor made sure that Karen was okay. The nurse congratulated Karen and handed her our new daughter. Karen managed a weak smile. Ann and I simply beamed. When the nurse asked what was to be the baby's name, I said that she would be called Janet Ann. Karen nodded in agreement. It was Ann's turn to be surprised as she let out a little gasp. She was crying as she looked at her daughter, her new daughter and her new granddaughter.
Karen and the baby were taken to a private room. After holding the baby for a few minutes, Ann gave her to the nurse so that she could be taken to the nursery. Ann then took a pink shampoo cape out of her purse and fastened it around my neck, covering my uniform. "I just wanted to make sure my daughter had her bib on to protect her clothes before she had her first meal," Ann said. I thanked her for her consideration. On her way out, Ann closed the door behind her, saying, "I'll sit outside the door for awhile to ensure that you kids have some privacy while Karen breast feeds Pamela." Karen looked at me, smiled and lifted her nightgown. I looked at her, smiled and settled down for my first feeding from her full breast. My reddened lips quickly encircled her nipple as she gently kneaded her breast to make sure that I was filled with her milk. How sweet it was. Life is good. And to think that this all started nine months ago when I wore my wedding gown as we celebrated our second anniversary.
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