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A Pregnant BBW Latina and a Good Friend - Part I

My Pregnancy fetish has taken me on some wild journeys.  But I'm forever touched by them. Here's one of the memories that I'm quite fond of, and think about often. I love pregnant women so much, and here's one of the women who changed me many years ago.

I met Bony as she prefers to be called in the summer 2012, when she was about 20-21, 7 months pregnant with her first. And guess what? We still talk to this day. I'm trying my best to remember the story, it was almost 5 years ago, so I'm piecing it together as best I can. 

We met on Badoo, which is an app for meeting people, although its popularity has declined these days. I met a lot interesting people on Badoo, pregnant and not. I hope to tell you about them at some point.

I remember the rush I got when I stumbled upon her profile as I was leaving work, and the even bigger rush when she replied to me. I just couldn't believe I had stumbled upon a pregnant woman who was single and just what I was looking for! We texted back and forth that afternoon, and I knew she was going to be serious about meeting.

A few days later, I went to pick her up by her house which wasn't in the greatest area. I had done my laundry earlier in the day and gone food shopping so when I showed up my car was full of groceries and clothes baskets. I got out of the car to giver her a hug. Her pregnant belly wasn't as big as I thought it would be, but she was BBW, so she carried differently. She was wearing a long grey dress, and I'm a sucker for long dresses that accuentate a big belly.  She had long curly hair and a huge butt! She was a cutie pie, but a little shy.  I made sure to tell her that I had to stop at my house to drop off everything, which was perfect because that way I could invite her upstairs.

When we got upstairs I immediately put my arms around her from behind. It was hot as hell that day, so I only did it for a few seconds. The air conditioner didn't work that well in my apartment. From what Bony tells me, we didn't get frisky that day. She says we did a few days later. But that was just a small part of the bigger gift that she gave me.

Bony was the first pregnant woman who I really got to know on an intimate level, and a personal level too. I met her family members, I cooked dinner for her, I even took her clothes shopping. 

We were at different crossroads in our lives, my road to independence and hers to motherhood. But somehow, our lives crossed paths too. I hope to meet with her soon so she can help refresh my memory about all the things we did during her pregnancy.