Prenatal Poses

It was hot outside the studio. It was hot inside the studio. The air was thick with heat and the smell of incense as Kelly perspired into the black elastic fabric of her outfit. An outfit that left little to the imagination, having stripped down to a sports bra and shorts that shamelessly clung to her body. The studio was busy, full of women, and more men that she expected, all working and stretching and breathing in time to the command of the instructor. A man who spouted new age platitudes alongside orders to flex, fold, and bend. Kelly was flanked on all sides by other yoga goers, a collection of naked arms and legs hanging out at the edges of her peripheral vision. She was on her hands and knees, moving her hips and arching her back into and out of a posture that felt less relaxing and more humiliating, presenting her behind for anyone that wanted it. Actually, the class had been anything but relaxing, instead a barrage of breathy movement that worked her into an uncomfortable sweat. This was not helped by being both a newbie, and her carrying an additional weight in her womb.

As she turned for a side stretch, she caught sight of Melanie, who had the idea to come along. She obviously had the idea before, because she moved with an expertise that Kelly both didn't have in herself, nor expected in her friend. She thought it a bit passive aggressive really. Here she was, flopping around like a whale as a whole person ballooned inside her, while Melanie contorted and showed off her petite curvy body, dressed in as little as she could get away with. Kelly exhaled a seething breath as she turned away to repeat the posture on the other side. Here her vision met with one of the men. He seemed unlike the others here. He was younger, more muscular, and his blonde hair was cut refreshingly short. Like Melanie, he had opted to wear as little as he could without being arrested, though this bothered Kelly less for some reason. She was busy inspecting his broad, filled-out chest when their eyes met. He smiled and raised a knowing eyebrow, and then Kelly realised she was facing the wrong way. Thankfully the embarrassment was not due to last long as the class drew to a close.

Finally, they were instructed to surrender onto their backs, laying on thin padded mats looking up at the ceiling. Kelly was told to close her eyes, but she didn't, instead gazing at the ceiling attempting to process the last hour. She was exhausted, sweaty, and altogether in a mood that didn't inspire the zen she was promised. The instructor said his final words and left the class to leave at their own pace. Kelly was glad for this, and being the last class in the day, there was no real rush for anyone to get up and changed to make way for any incoming group of yogis. She laid, slowly starting to appreciate the silence and lack of movement. As her heart rate slowed, finally the feelings of well-being started to creep into her mind, causing a small smile.

The months of her pregnancy up until now had all been defined by what she couldn't do. Couldn't drink, couldn't smoke, couldn't even have a good time on account of her fiancé wanting nothing to do with her since they conceived. It felt good to achieve something, to be in control of herself and her body. Her smile turned to a grin as she laid, daydreaming on what else she could achieve.

The fantasising was interrupted however, by a familiar sounding giggle. It was Melanie, who by the sound of it was already upright and making small talk. Slowly, Kelly turned and got to her feet. Scanning through the haze of incense to find her companion, there she was, tucked in a corner, and surrounded by the men. They were all hovering around her like bees to a flower as she coquettishly giggled and tilted her head in response to their jokes and whatever other excuses they drummed up in order to talk to her. Even through the haze and across the studio, Kelly could see Melanie wanted nothing to do with these men, even if she enjoyed the attention. No, her eyes were on the young blonde fixing up his mat and towelling off his smooth unblemished face. As he crossed from one end of the studio to the exit, Kelly saw Melanie's eyes track the man. Once they crossed paths, she found her way out of the wannabe harem to speak to him. Kelly watched as the dynamic flipped, with Melanie now desperately trying to hang off the arm of the young man as he looked around the studio for an escape.

Fortunately, he had left his water bottle at his spot, a lonely cylinder of metal on a surface of dark wood, proud and still slick with condensation. Kelly could see him eying it up, looking to end the conversation with Melanie and trot over to pick it up. On an impulse, fuelled mainly by her sudden good mood, alongside something else she had not consciously realised, Kelly instead went over and intercepted the man's attempt to leave. She watched them as she walked over, Melanie's face subtly changing to an incensed pout if only for a second.

"Hi, sorry I think this must be yours." Kelly said, gesturing the deceptively weighty and thick cylinder in her hands.

"Oh, thank you. You shouldn't have, I was about to pop over and get it myself." He replied.

"No worries, I'm Ke-"

"This is my colleague, Kelly." Melanie interrupted. "I thought I'd bring her along. Encourage some joyful movement for her and her little passenger." She continued, bringing extra attention to Kelly's swollen midsection.

Kelly scowled, though this didn't last long as Melanie saw this remark didn't quite have the effect she was looking for. The man looked down at Kelly's enlarged belly not with disgust, but intrigue.

"Is that so? I didn't want to say." He remarked.

"What, in case I was just fat?" Kelly replied, hand on her hip.

He laughed. Her body, dressed as it was, could only be understood as pregnant, the only parts of her that seemed out of size being her belly and breasts, the latter of which were valiantly contained by the space age fabric of her sports bra.

"Well, you never know. Wouldn't want to be rude." He said looking her up and down.

"Speaking of, Mel you haven't introduced your friend here." Kelly said, the upper hand shifted toward her.

"Right, where are my manners, this is Rhys. He and I have been coming here for a year or so at this point." Melanie said.

Kelly caught a look from Rhys, and the three stood in an awkward silence for a moment as Kelly attempted to decipher the meaning behind Melanie's comment.

The younger girl started to blush.

"I'm going to get a shower, come on Kels. See you in a bit Rhys." She said quickly, guiding Kelly by the arm.

The two women went to the changing rooms. The time they had spent chatting in the studio meant that the others had finished changing and so were the only two in there to change. It was a rustic looking room, with sandstone tiles and bare brick walls, bisected in the middle with a bench for sitting or placing items. At one end was a large mirror, and at the other, a row of shower cubicles, dark frosted glass stopping any voyeuristic thoughts in their tracks. Melanie wasted little time getting into the shower, which Kelly found disappointing as she was keen to chat about whatever was meant to be going on between her and Rhys. She checked her phone as she contemplated waiting for her to get out so she could grill her some more. She saw she had a text. It was from her fiancé.

"Work went on. Going to be late. Don't wait."

Normally this would sour Kelly's mood, but the buzz from the class was only continuing to build in her, and so it slid off her mind like soap down a drain. Let him work late, she thought, if that was even what he was doing. She knew well enough he didn't need to and was rather attempting to go as long as possible from seeing her, until she gave him the child he always wanted, that he would then also subsequently ignore. Kelly stopped herself then, wondering where this new uninhibited line of thinking came from. Shifting her focus, she disrobed and grabbed her towel. Free of her sports bra, her plump breasts fell slightly, hovering slightly above her swollen belly, darkened nipples similarly enlarged and puffed up.

She began wrapping herself in her large towel, just as Melanie finished her shower and popped out a cubicle.

"Were you waiting for me? There are more cubicles you know." Melanie said, taking a look at Kelly's exposed body. "Wow, that's a real change. I didn't appreciate it when you had your gear on, but you've really blown up."

Kelly chuckled to stifle her offence.

"What does Chris think?"

That stung.

"He likes it. Likes these." Kelly said, cupping her breasts, being obviously fuller sized than Melanie's more modest offerings.

"Oh good. You just hear that some men go cold on their partners once they're knocked up. Glad that's not the case with you and Chris."

"Lucky me, I guess. So, what's happening with that boy Rhys?"

Now Melanie was on the defensive.

"It's slow, but there's a connection. He just needs to see it. Our chakras are aligned." She said, eyes looking to the distance with a smile.

Kelly relaxed, happy now knowing that whatever relationship there was between them, comfortably lived inside of Melanie's mind.

"Right. Well Mel, this was a wonderful time. Thank you for brining me. I need to shower, no need to wait for me if you want to catch your man before he goes."

Melanie smiled, and so did Kelly. A fake smile from them both to keep the peace as they came to the mutual realisation that they despised one another.

Kelly left the girl to change as she stepped into a modern shower cubicle. The large shower head spurted out a mist of warm water that quickly steamed up the small cubicle. The steam, and the soft warm water caressed Kelly's skin, lifting the toil of the class off her and wrapping her in a pleasant embrace. It woke up her body, and added to the almost euphoric feeling she had since the class had ended.

Every sensation, every drip of water hitting her heading and dripping down her body felt more alive, more alive than she had been in months. She hadn't noticed quite yet, but a powerful feeling of desire had taken root, and was starting to grow. Having a great time lathering herself up and rinsing off, she emerged from the box of steam to an empty changing room. Melanie had long since gone, no doubt to look in vain for her young crush, and so Kelly only had herself for company. She felt less alone than the expected though, owing to the enormous mirror that took up one side of the changing room. She wondered why it was here, considering no other changing room she had been in had such a piece. From her toes to the top of her head she saw herself, first draped in a towel, though soon entirely in the flesh as she removed it from around her to dry off. She hadn't seen herself like this, not in a long time at least. Her face remained familiar to her, as did her long hair, but as she went below her neck yet above her hips it was all different. She was acutely rounder, her belly stretched and navel ready to flip from in to out. Mel was right, she had blown up. Where she was wrong however, was in her judgement of the fact. Kelly saw her reflection, and saw that she liked it. Her skin was radiant, her femininity accentuated beyond what she came to expect from herself. She was rounder and softer, but in all the right ways. She couldn't help but smile at her life-giving figure. Watching herself activated something in her.

She moved closer to the mirror, taking in her naked form from top to bottom. A warm flash of heat went over her, blushing slightly under her neck. She ran her hand over the warm flesh, skin sparkling at every touch. Her breathing became heavier, and her hand moved down to her breast, lovely cupping it as she watched herself in the mirror. It felt good, a bit too good for a studio changing room. Still, she found herself continuing, and with her other hand massaged her plump breasts, her fingers converging on her enlarged darkened nipples. There was a twinge of feeling between her thighs, and she felt herself become wet and her clitoris become full. Kelly leaned forward slightly, rounding her shoulders and folding inwards as she explored herself. She watched her lips and clit grow, if only slightly, as they suspended themselves between her legs. She was wetter than she expected, sliding her fingers around herself, in and out of her lips as she danced around her clit. The sensation started light, though rapidly built in intensity. Her upper body folded further still as she lifted onto her toes.

Her hands went from a dance to a frenzy, viciously rubbing her clit that throbbed and ached with lust. She cupped her breast with one hand as the other worked her clit. She tugged at her nipple as the sensation raced across her body. Her breathing was rapid and heavy as a climax suddenly came upon her. As fast as it was intense, a wave of pleasure erupted from between her legs. She yelped, placing a hand on the mirror to brace herself. Her mouth felt dry, and she caught her breath as the feeling receded slightly. A strange feeling stayed with her however. She came but hadn't climaxed. In fact, her little party for one had served to just excite her further. She needed something more. She needed a man. Her body full of lust and determination, she got herself dressed.

The studio foyer seemed deserted. Kelly had stayed much longer than anticipated, and so even the cleaners had seemed to have vanished. The haze from the studio room itself had wafted through, and the air had a texture to it, spiced with the sweet smells of jasmine and vanilla. She was disappointed, she thought someone would be around. At this point even one of the new age hippies would do. Anything to get her rocks off. It was then that her prayers were answered, as she heard a door creek open.

"Oh shit."

The door shut quickly, though not quietly. Not enough for Kelly, as she spotted a tuft of blonde hair before the door shut.

"Rhys?"

There was a silence for a moment, and then the door slowly opened. It was indeed Rhys, clad in a pastel summer shirt and shorts that had no intention of even reaching the tops of his knees.

"It's you. Kelly, was it? Is Mel around?"

"I let her go, you didn't see her?"

"Must've missed her. What a shame, I take so long to change."

"Is it, a shame, Rhys?" She asked.

Rhys looked uncomfortable for a moment, considering how to respond.

"She's your friend, isn't she? She's lovely, just..."

"Just what? And I don't know if I'd call her a friend at this point."

"Just. I'm not really interested. I don't want to upset her though, she seems really keen." Rhys said, eyes looking to the floor.

It was sweet, his youth showing, not yet jaded by so many romantic misadventures. Shame it was wasted on that bitch Mel though.

"I mean, that's why I hide out here. She always seems to catch me when I leave."

"Ha! She waits for you, does she?" Kelly said through a laugh.

Rhys nodded. Though he was young, it was Mel who undeniably came off as more juvenile between the two.

"So where is it you hide then? That doesn't look like the men's changing room." Kelly asked.

The young man's face lit up.

"Oh, let me show you." He said, genuinely happy to share.

He beckoned her over, leading her through the door and into an unfamiliar room. It was a small windowless space, though nonetheless inviting. There was an array of soft lights set low along the walls, and across the warm wooden floor was a set of plush cushions. There was a selection of various wall hangings, the designs of which appeared to be various Eastern or South Asian appropriations. In another state of mind Kelly might have found it tacky. Now though, with her entire body receptive and aroused, it only excited her with its seclusion and cosiness.

"What is this room?" Kelly asked, butterflies already forming in her stomach.

"The meditation room. They do massages here too."

"Doesn't seem big enough to hold a full class."

"No, it's meant for more personal sessions. They don't use it much, so it's a good place to hide."

Kelly looked around, mouth open and licking her lip. It was quiet here, undisturbed, save for Kelly's racing heart. She was almost trembling with anticipation and arousal.

"I bet you could get up to a lot of mischief here." She said, looking back at Rhys.

Rhys said nothing, instead exhaling sharply in an effort to keep his composure.

"So, you're not interested in Mel? Tell me then, what are you interested in?"

Rhys looked at her. He seemed all at once nervous, yet desperate to get closer. Kelly could see it, the look all young men had when they were within palm's reach of what they desired. Kelly loved that look. Loved that she was desired. A part of her knew it was wrong, but frankly she knew the moment she stepped in that she had passed the point of no return. She moved closer to him. His eyes darted from her face down the plunging neckline of her maternity dress.

"Seen something you like?" She said, biting her lip. "Because I have."

She reached an arm out, hand landing on the pastel shirt that hid his broad chest. With dextrous fingers she unbuttoned the shirt and was free to explore his upper half. It was firm, feeling like it went on forever as she caressed his chest. Smooth, but with enough texture to remind her of his masculinity. Rhys felt the warmth of her hand travel across him, and looked to return the feeling. He put his around the back of her head, the tips of his fingers losing themselves in in rogue strands of recently dried hair. With another arm he brought her close, an impulsive move, betraying his barely contained lust.

Their bodies came together, and so did their lips. Their tongues danced as they carefully yet awkwardly came to their knees, nestling within the cushions and low warm lighting. Kelly's entire body felt charged with feeling as her lust began spinning up in full. She felt her nipples harden and a throbbing begin between her legs as her hands desperately worked to remove Rhys' shirt. She was forceful then, directing the young man to explore her with his hands. Rhys obliged, taking the shoulders of her loose maternity dress. It fell to the floor around Kelly, her breasts now exposed. Rhys met them with a joyful excitement that made Kelly giggle.

He massaged and caressed her breasts as if he had never held something like this before, yet still somehow striking the balance between delicate and firm that activated Kelly all the more. His lips moved from her mouth and down her neck, Kelly now wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and upper back. She drew him closer as he worked his way down from her neck to her breasts. Her nipples were as excited as any part of her, and with each heartbeat ached to be recognised. Rhys again obliged, this time on his own volition, taking his tongue to a plump nipple on her ripened breast. For a moment it felt wrong, though the feeling of his warm wet tongue dancing around her sensitive bud soon proved too enticing for Kelly to care. She gasped as he drew circles around her, bringing him closer into her bosom, her weight shifting from kneeling to laying.

Rhys took his attention away from her breasts and began exploring her swollen belly, caressing it with kisses. He scooped her dress out from under her, discarding it into the mess of cushions strewn around the floor. Kelly was laying amongst them, naked. Her skin was glowing, and if touched would rocket her arousal ever higher. She rubbed her legs together, subtly stimulating her groin as she saw Rhys kneel over her. He joined her in disrobing, showing off his buff muscular frame for her to drink in with her eyes. He took a leg, lifting it up with ease. Working his way down her leg he kissed her, finally arriving where her thigh met her pubis. Her lips were already still engorged from her little jolly in the changing rooms, though now they had flowered out, glistening pink and inviting.