“I have something to show you,” Emma said to Nils when he got out of his morning shower. She aimed a serious stare his way.

Nils let his head drop, a “What have I done now?” gesture.

“It all your fault,” Emma said. “Look.”

Nils looked. “I give up, what is it?”

Emma’s stern look turned to a smile. “My satin nightie.”

Nils looked puzzled. “It’s very nice. Is it new? You weren’t wearing it last night. Why is that my fault?”

“It’s my special occasion nightie. I wanted to show it to you before it’s too late.”

“What do you mean ‘too late’?”

“Can’t you guess? Pretty soon my belly will be too big for it. And my boobs too. I’ll be bursting out all over. All because of you.”

Nils thought about this for a moment. “Your boobs bursting out—that might be fun.”

“Fun for you maybe.”

“You’ll look great.”

“You think so, huh?”

“I know you will. Oh, darling, I can’t wait to see your baby belly. I can’t wait to see your milk-filled breasts.”

Emma’s smile turned sly. She pulled the strap of her satin nightie aside baring a breast.

A smile came to Nils’ lips. His cock lifted.

Emma’s grin widened. “Come here with that. I’m going to milk you in a very special way.”

Painting “The Satin Nightgown” from “school of Nils”