Day 3 began with the insistent pressure in Emily's bladder pulling Richard from a fitful sleep. The baby shifted inside, a firm kick against his ribs that made him gasp, hand instinctively cradling the taut belly. Alex snored softly beside him, arm slung over the hip, but Richard eased away, padding to the bathroom. Urine streamed hot and endless, the pregnant body demanding more space than it had. Afterward, he stood before the mirror, shirt hiked up to reveal the stretched skin marked with faint lines, navel popped out like a button. Breasts hung heavy, veins blue under the surface, nipples already leaking in anticipation of the day's feed.
He expressed them over the sink, thumbs pressing into the areolas until white jets hit the porcelain, the rhythmic pull easing the ache but stirring heat lower down. Pussy lips swelled with the motion, slickness gathering as hormones surged. A quick rub of the clit brought a shuddering peak, knees buckling as he came, fingers buried knuckle-deep in the wet heat. Cleaned up and dressed in a flowing sundress that draped the curves, Richard headed downstairs, the waddle more pronounced now, each step sending ripples through the milk-filled tits.
Alex had left for work with a lingering kiss, his tongue dipping in to taste the faint milk on lips, promising to return hungry. The house felt too quiet, the weight of the swap pressing in. That's when the doorbell chimed, sharp and unexpected. Richard's heart raced—Laura, his mom, had mentioned stopping by to check on Emily, the cousin bond strong through family gossip and shared pregnancies in the past. But she didn't know. No one did, except Elena now.
He opened the door, Emily's face smiling warmly, though inside Richard's pulse thrummed. Laura stood there, arms laden with a bakery box and fresh fruit, her figure still trim from yoga, hair pulled back in a ponytail. 'Em! Look at you, blooming more every day,' she said, hugging carefully around the bump, her cheek pressing to the shoulder. The embrace lingered, maternal scent of lavender soap filling nostrils, stirring memories of simpler times.
They moved to the kitchen, Laura unpacking treats while Richard poured tea, hands steady despite the turmoil. Sitting at the table, bellies not quite brushing, conversation flowed easy at first—baby names, nursery updates, the kicks that kept Emily up. But Richard watched her mom's eyes, the concern flickering when he shifted uncomfortably, a fresh leak dampening the bra.
'I need to tell you something,' Richard said finally, voice soft in Emily's timbre, setting the cup down. Laura paused, fork midway to mouth. 'What is it, honey? You seem... off.' He took a breath, the words tumbling out: the system, the swaps, waking in this body three days ago, the nights with Alex, the lactation, the overwhelming sensations. 'It's me, Mom. Richard. Inside Emily.'
Laura's face drained of color, then flushed deep red, eyes darting to the belly, the breasts straining the dress. 'Richard? My boy? In... this?' She reached out, hand hovering before pressing to the swell, feeling the life stir. 'Oh god, the baby... it's real. You're feeling all of it?' Her voice cracked, a mix of shock and something warmer, curiosity edging in as she traced the curve.
He nodded, guiding her palm higher, to where milk beaded through fabric. 'Everything. The fullness, the leaks, the way it makes me... needy.' Laura's breath quickened, fingers brushing the wet spot, then pulling back as if burned. But she didn't move away. 'Show me,' she whispered, echoing Elena's words from yesterday, the air thickening.
Richard stood, dress slipping from shoulders to pool at feet, exposing the naked form: belly prominent, thighs thick and dimpled, pussy shaved smooth and glistening. Laura rose, circling slowly, hands exploring—palms cupping the breasts, thumbs rolling nipples until milk squirted onto her fingers. She brought them to her mouth, tasting tentatively, eyes locking on his. 'Sweet. So different from nursing you.'
The confession hung, but so did the pull. Richard pulled her close, lips meeting in a hesitant kiss that deepened fast, tongues tangling as hands roamed. Laura's shirt came off, bra unclasped to free her own breasts, smaller but firm, nipples hardening under his touch. He sucked one into his mouth, drawing hard while she mirrored on Emily's tit, milk flowing down her throat in greedy swallows.
They sank to the kitchen floor, cushions dragged from chairs, Laura's skirt hiked up, panties discarded. Richard straddled her thigh, grinding the slick pussy against skin, clit throbbing with each slide. 'Feel how wet I am,' he moaned, fingers delving into her folds, finding her soaked, inserting deep to pump. Laura arched, two fingers plunging into the pregnant cunt, stretching it wide, thumb flicking the clit.
The rhythm built, bodies slick with sweat and milk, bellies pressing as they scissored legs, pussies rubbing wetly together. Richard came first, walls spasming around her fingers, juices flooding out in a gush that soaked her hand. Laura followed, crying out, her release coating his digits as she bucked.
Panting, they lay tangled, Laura's head on the belly, listening to the heartbeat. 'This swap... it's changing us all,' she murmured, hand idly stroking the inner thigh. 'But I'm here. We'll navigate it.' The afternoon stretched with more touches—her nursing from both breasts until empty, his tongue lapping at her asshole while fingers fucked her pussy, building to another shared climax.
As evening neared, Alex's key in the door prompted a hurried cleanup, clothes donned, but the flush remained. Laura kissed Richard goodbye, whispering, 'Tell me everything tomorrow.' Alone with Alex later, the fuck was fiercer, cock slamming into the still-sensitive pussy, milk spraying with each thrust, but Richard's mind lingered on the day's revelation, bonds twisting tighter in the web of swaps.