An old wives’ tale says that girls steal their mother’s beauty during pregnancy.  Piers would argue that that simply wasn’t true.  If anything, Annais grew more beautiful by the day as she carried Junie.  Piers was obsessed with Annais before.  This only doubled, then tripled.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.  He wanted to put her on a pedestal.  A girl so beautiful didn’t deserve to feel so miserable.

It pained him to see her like this.  It hurt knowing that it was partially his doing.  He didn’t foresee another baby in their future; this pregnancy was far too rough on her.  He was blessed enough to get his one and wouldn’t want her to go through it again on account of him.  Annais sacrificed her body and comfort to give him the family he always wanted.  In turn, Piers dedicated the past eight months to making sure she was pampered and as comfortable as their baby would permit. It was no easy task, especially as the weeks passed.  Junie was healthy.  In turn, she was big.  Her size was extremely taxing on Annais’s small frame.  She could never find a decent position to sleep.  It got to the point where she didn’t wander from the bedroom unless absolute necessary, because climbing back up those steps was pure torture.  Through it all, Piers found he only loved her more.  He did his damndest to take care of his wife.

This night was one of the many nights he walked in on her crying alone in their bed.  This sight always made him a little weepy.  He seated himself on the mattress behind her, rubbing her back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He knew everything was wrong in her mind, but hoped there was one specific thing that stuck out more than the rest so he could focus on getting rid of that thorn in her side.

“Nez, I’m so sore,” she said through sniffles.

This wasn’t news.  She’s been complaining about how much she ached for a while.  “Which part?”

“All of me,” she said. “But especially my stupid boobs. Even more than normal.”

Piers frowned.  “Aw…  Anythin’ I can do to help?”

She sighed and shrugged.

“Warm bath?”

A shake of her head.

“Well, I can rub ‘em for you,” he offered.  “Maybe that’ll ease some of the pressure.”

Annais let out a weak laugh and glanced over her shoulder at him.  “Sure, you can play with my tits.”

Piers tried to stammer out a response, but gave up trying to defend himself.  It was no secret that he found the changes pregnancy made to her body extremely alluring.  Her breasts were big before, now they were huge.  Piers didn’t want to sexualize his wife’s suffering, but the sight of her new, near endless cleavage made him drool.  If Junie wasn’t occupying his spot, he’d love to thrust into them.  He could only imagine how warm and soft they’d feel around him now.  Maybe in a month or two…

Annais tried to prop herself upright.  Unwilling to watch her struggle, Piers immediately helped her accomplish this.

“Nez, if you keep doing everything for me, I’m going to forget how to do anything for myself.”

“Is that so bad, love?” he asked with a light laugh.  He kissed her forehead.  “My queen shouldn’t have to lift ‘er own finger.”

Instead of making her move in front of him, he adjusted the pillows so he could get behind her with his back against the headboard.  She leaned back against his chest.

“I know it’s hard, but try to relax,” he told her as he started with her shoulders.

“Take my bra off first,” she said.  “I feel like it’s suffocating me.”

Piers chuckled, but complied.  He unfastened the back clasp of her bra, worked it out from beneath her tank top, and tossed it aside.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little.”

His hands came up from beneath her arms.  He felt how hard her nipples were beneath the thin fabric of her camisole.  He slipped his fingers beneath the top.  Cupping the bottom of her breasts, he relished how substantial they felt in the palms of his hands.  If he told his horny teenage self he’d be married to a woman with tits this perfect, he’d never believe it.  He barely believed it now, and he was holding them.  Piers rested his chin on her shoulder, leaning his head against hers as he began to knead the flesh.  Her body went slack against him.  A content sigh slipped past her lips.

“Few more weeks, love,” he reminded her.  “Y’ gotta recover after that, but then you’ll be free again.”

“Junie isn’t going anywhere, Piers.”

“Right, but I’m not either. You can go shoppin’ or visit friends or out to battle while I keep ‘er.”

“Bet you just want to be her favorite,” Annais protested.  She went to fold her arms, but winced the moment they crossed her chest. With a sigh, she brought her hands to her middle instead.  She sighed again; this time forlorn as she stroked her bump.  “Maybe she wants to come with me shopping or to visit.”

“Well, if she does, I’ve no objection to that,” Piers laughed.  “Just thought you’d spent almost a year entertainin’ ‘er, I’d give you a break.”

“We’ll let you come with us.”

Piers smiled and nuzzled her cheek.  “Good. I’d like that.”

As he continued to massage her chest, he noted his fingers felt damp.  Curiously, he lifted his hand to inspect them.  A few drops of white liquid were on the pads of his finger. His eyes went wide.

“Ann,” he said.  “Check it out.”

She opened her eyes to look at his hand.  “Oh, God. I didn’t tell you to milk me.”

“You didn’t tell me you were leakin’ already.”

“I didn’t know I was…”

“Poor thing,” said Piers. “No wonder these ache so bad.  You probably filled to the brim.”  

He couldn’t help himself. He squeezed her breast again, producing more.  He brought the fingertip between his lips before he had a second to process what he was doing.  He was surprised by the pleasant sweetness, but froze when he realized what he’d done. He tried to will away how hot he felt after doing that.  It must have been obvious if the huff from Annais was any indicator.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“Hm?”

“I know you’ve been waiting this whole time for me to begin lactating,” she said.  “I’m surprised you’re not trying to suck me dry.”

Piers baulked, but his cock twitched at the comment.  He loved sucking her nipples before she got pregnant.  They kind of felt off-limits lately because they hurt so much.  The idea of doing this when she was with milk felt insanely more erotic than before.

“I knew it!” she said, grinding back against him as he groaned.  Thankfully, she didn’t sound as irritated with him as she did moments ago. “You can if you want to, y’know.”

As much as he yearned, he didn’t leap at the opportunity.  He didn’t want to seem over-eager and make her feel like she had to appease him. “Sure?” he asked.  “Don’ wanna make you more uncomfortable.”

“They can’t feel worse than they already do.”  She twisted out of his arms.  “C’mon. Move.  Let me sit there.”

Piers complied.  He shifted to her side, allowing her to rest against the headboard.  He lowered the straps of her top before pulling it below her breasts.  He hated to admit that he was actually holding his breath as he situated himself.  Piers brought his mouth to her nipple like he’d done countless times.

“Do not bite it,” she warned.  “I swear I’ll kick you.”

Smiling, he barely lifted his mouth off of her as he replied, “Wasn’t goin’ to.”

The tips of his tongues flicked the bud and toyed with the balls decorating either side.  Annais was stubborn and insisted on keeping her nipples pierced.  She was so serious about it; she did her research and ended up opting for a PTFE barbell instead of the typical metal ones so her piercings wouldn’t close. The stimulation from his tongue caused milk to dribble from her.  He latched on, sucking her.  The flow wasn’t as strong as he’d always pictured, but he figured with his help, it might be by the time it was Junie’s turn.

It was surprisingly calming for him.  He hadn’t registered how anxious he had been lately worrying about his wife and daughter. When Annais threaded her fingers through his hair, he felt even more relaxed.  It was easy to see why this put babies to sleep.  Unfortunately, a pang of guilt struck him.  He was enjoying himself, but was she?  He lifted his head.  

“Ann?”

She had closed her eyes again, resting her head against the board.  “Why’d you stop?” she whined.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.  How is it, love?”

“Well…”  She cracked open an eye.  “That feels amazing.”

Piers beamed.  “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said with a giggle.  Hearing her laughter again flooded him with joy.  “Keep going.  Try the other one.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.  He crawled around to the other side of her.  He’d do anything for his beautiful wife…  Not that he minded.