Nothing Left to Hide

By Mia Sumner

Kasey lowered herself awkwardly onto her yoga mat. It was noticeably harder than even a month ago. The mirror stared back at her accusingly as she arranged her self, legs spreading wide. Her breasts felt almost foreign, heavier than she knew what to do with, the nipples so sensitive even the fabric of her top had been too much this morning.

This was not the body of the girl who had attended that party. Her stomach heavy, large, sticking out so far. She looked… looked… ripe. Picking up her phone she adjusted her position a little, flush spreading up her chest over her pale skin. Better give the pervs what they want. Spread wide, like a slut.

The click of the electronic shutter was the only sound as she took the first picture and posted it. Her nipples, rock hard, reacting to the slightest touch, even just the cool air. Her hand slid between her legs, her pussy already wet, embarrassingly so, before she’d even touched herself. Pregnancy had done that, turned the volume up on her already high sex drive. Her fingers caressed her slick pussy lips, dragging a soft moan from her throat. Ding. The first notification sounded. People, strangers maybe, were looking at her already. Ding. Again, she felt each one low and deep. She pressed a finger inside herself and almost forgot to take the picture. Everyone looking at the slut.

Oh, but even this felt so good. She missed the sensation of another body against her. Hands on her breasts. How it felt as cock slid into her eager pussy. Even the way their eyes had lingered on her body, before this, before her belly announced everything. The looks were different now.

Then she had been just another girl at a party. Someone to get lucky with, easy, forgettable. She’d heard what they were calling her now. The word had arrived like a slap the first time. Now she turned it over in her mind, tried its weight. Slut. Yeah. Maybe. So what. She angled the phone down at her swollen belly. Evidence, she thought. All of it. Ding, ding. The notifications coming in faster now. Her fingers moving to the remembered rhythm of a college boy’s thrusts.

Her breathing came in ragged gasps now, her body unbearably sensitive, so close, so desperate for more. The fullness of her breasts, the stretched fullness of her belly, Kasey had never been so acutely aware of every inch of herself. Ding. She recognized the username, someone on campus, in one of her classes. Her face flushed redder, hot, her whole body feeling sweaty, the embarrassment physical as she worked a second finger into herself. She raised the camera again, using the mirror to make sure they could see everything in this next picture. Ding, ding, ding.

The orgasm arrived from somewhere deep, spreading outward in waves she felt in her thighs, her breasts, the taut skin of her belly. She couldn’t have stopped her fingers if she’d tried. The phone nearly slipped. She didn’t care. Eyes open, looking straight into the mirror, watching herself come apart for anyone who cared to watch. Ding, ding, ding.

Afterward she lay back, breathing hard, one hand resting on her belly. She picked up the phone and scrolled slowly through the comments. Her cheeks burned. She bit her lip. Her fingers were already moving again.