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Ramona hurried down the empty street, roller skates sloshing through early winter snow, passing between patches of dull yellow beneath bent street lamps. It was early evening, and the cold was just beginning to set in, the tips of her ears stinging just a little. She tugged the edges of her jacket, futilely attempting to shield her bloated belly from the wind. She still wasn’t quite used to it. She was working on a special delivery, her strangest by far. One that led to her getting knocked up, with what, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she was being paid well for the job, and its end was in sight, just a few short months away. However, she had had to make some changes to accommodate the growing sphere, and one of those was her choice in clothing. She preferred her warm, well-worn outfit to the ugly maternity clothing she had seen at the mall. That meant, however, that a substantial sliver of pale flesh, the tip of her protruding orb of a gut, was ever-present in her peripheral vision, wobbling back and forth with the motion of her skating. But she didn’t mind. It was new, exciting, and more than a little hot. The extra boost it had given her bust, a fuller, bouncier chest, was also nice. As was the plush it had added to her rear. But the best part, the one that would be worth it were it the only result, was what it had done for her relationships.
Back when she first took on the job, they had asked if she knew anyone else who would want to be involved. It was easy money, so she had asked around her social circle, girls only, for obvious reasons. Most had been reluctant to take on the task, but she had managed to get a few to help out. One of those happened to be Kim Pine, her close friend and boyfriend’s band’s drummer. Kim had been short on cash, as usual, and had agreed with surprisingly little convincing necessary. Ramona thought she would take well to it, and take well she did. Kim seemed to grow each day, visibly bigger each time they met. As the weeks progressed, they had spent a lot of time together, tracking their bodies’ changes, their cravings, and other developments in their pregnancies. They had grown close, and, eventually, had realized their mutual attraction. They had aired it all out, and, with Scott’s acceptance, had begun seeing each other on the side. Being with another pregnant person compared to no experience Ramona had had before, especially one as big as Kim. The memory of it brought warm feelings rushing through her body. She pressed on, cradling her gut, shoulder into the light snow flurries, stomach fluttering in anticipation of seeing Kim.
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Ramona slid to a stop just outside of Kim’s place. She grabbed the railing, slipping off her skates and switching to more normal boots. It was not an easy task with her belly in the way, but, after a minute, she had managed to lace them up. She stretched, arching her back, brushed a couple flecks of snow from her colorful hair, and began the slow ascent upthe three stairs leading up to Kim’s front door. Her thighs had grown thick carrying the weight of her belly, but even still, more than a few stairs was a workout. She stood at the top, huffing and puffing, cheeks flushed. She went to knock on the door, but it opened just as she raised her fist, Kim’s smirking face peering at her from the crack.
“Were you standing there this whole time?” Ramon asked, returning her hands to her jacket pockets.
“Yeah, I saw you arrive. I figured I’d let you take your time.”
“You could have met me outside. Stairs are hard right now, you know.”
“What can I say, I like watching you struggle.”
Ramona grinned. “You forgot, we’re going out tonight. So we both have to go back down. And I have a feeling it’ll be harder for you.”
Kim’s smile dropped, eyes staring downward.
“Are you okay? You look… strange.”
“Can you come in for a bit, before we leave?”
“Sure.”
Kim left the entrance, leaving the door open. Ramona pushed it wide, stamping her boots into the welcome mat, and followed. Inside it was nice and warm. She could smell a fire going in in another room. She flexed her fingers, tugging down the hem of her jacket, recovering from her journey.
“Where are you, Kim?”
“I’m in the living room.”
Ramona followed the sound of her voice, stepping on to the plush carpet of the living room. Kim sat on the couch, a flare of red hair and freckles poking out from a mound of blankets, which elicited a bemused smile.
“What are you doing there?”
“I don’t think I want to go out tonight.”
“Oh, that’s ok. We can stay in if you want.” Ramona sat next to Kim, putting an arm around where she assumed her shoulders were. “Do you want to let me know why? You don’t have to,” she added quickly.
“I think, I think it's easier if I just show you.”
“Show me?” Ramona’s imagination started to think about what that meant, but fell aside as Kim struggled up from her seat, standing, a cloaked figure, save for her head.
“May as well get it over with. It's not like you haven’t seen it before.”
She had seen it before, but not like this. Ramona’s eyes were glued to Kim, as she let layers of blankets drop, falling in a heap on the floor, standing, uncovered. She wasn’t naked, but it wouldn’t be an illogical assumption to make at first glance. Kim’s belly was enormous, a round, freckled orb, almost entirely free of her stretched jacket. It was shining in the firelight, smooth and featureless save for the dark line leading to the popped belly button at its apex. Kim started blushing, and Ramona was suddenly aware that she was staring. She closed her eyes, but Kim stopped her.
“It's alright. Better to rip the bandaid off, or whatever.”
“Kim -”
“Don’t say I’m huge.”
Ramona closed her mouth, swallowing the words. She looked up and down, thinking of something to say.
“I won’t say you’re huge, but you’ve definitely grown a lot since last week. I mean, your clothes barely fit. Are you feeling ok?”
“I feel fine. It's just kind of embarrassing, especially if we are going to go out like this. I’d rather not be gawked at by strangers all night.”
Ramona was no stranger to being stared at, her hair and demeanor setting her apart long before her fertile form took over as her most striking feature. Even so, Kim was a world apart in terms of size. She was standing, arms folded, pushing up a substantial amount of cleavage that spilled over the lip of her bra.
“I can see why you might worry about that.”
Kim rolled her eyes, moving her hands to her hips, and Ramona could swear she heard a soft ‘thwump’ as Kim’s tits dropped against her sternum, coming to a mesmerizing, wobbling stop.
“Oof, I gotta stop doing that. I swear, my chest is fighting against me. They’re practically bigger than my head at this point”
“I’ve noticed”, Ramona grinned lecherously.
“No shit, you only take your attention off of them to stare at my ass.”
It wasn’t untrue. Kim’s bust, while impressive, was losing the race to her blossoming rear. Her hips, already wide before her pregnancy, had grown thick, giving her a curvaceous, fertile figure that Ramona had grown to enjoy quite a bit. Her butt, too, had grown. Large, bouncy, and muscular from holding up the weight of her womb. Ramona loved when she stood as she did now, her hands on her flanks, slightly exposed as her pants failed to fully cover them, taut, smooth, and deliciously grabbable. How best to approach the situation?
“You know, Kim,” she began diplomatically, “even though you’re big, I have to say, you carry it well. Most people would be bedridden with that amount of weight, but you look awesome.”
Kim waddled back towards Ramona, half-sitting, half-leaning on the arm of the couch, returning her arms to their folded position.
“Right, plus I let you touch it all you meant to say.”
“That has been nice. But I mean it, I really think you look good. And you have been such a good sport about it, and it's been so great to be together through this experience.”
“It has been pretty nice.” Kim got up with a groan, sitting heavily on the couch, scooting close to Ramona, pressing tightly next to her. She felt a jolt as the smooth, round surface of Kim’s enormous gut smushed against her own smaller dome, its heavy weight settling on her flared thighs, taking up the lion’s share of the seat. She gave it an appreciative pat, half trying to push away the solid sphere, but it was immense, and heavy. Kim put her arm around Ramona’s shoulders, squeezing her close, her chest squashing against Ramona’s shoulder, soft and pillowy.
“You don’t have to say anything. We’ll stay in. I can make some hot cocoa or something. Whatever you are comfortable with.”
Kim looked up at Ramona, the flickering fireplace reflecting in her bright, jade eyes.
“You know, Ramona, you really have been nice to me.”
Ramona turned to look at her, meeting her gaze directly. She brushed a strand of red hair away from her face, holding it gently, leaning in over her gut as much as she could. Kim’s lips tasted like cherry, with a hint of cinnamon, firm, yet giving. They broke apart after a moment, still basking in each others’ presence. Kim was the first to speak.
“I guess, I wouldn’t mind going out. It’s been pretty boring here. Plus, I’m starving.”
“Me too. I can make something here, if you want.”
“Nah, I’ve been craving eating out all day. Plus, I’m not sure there’s enough food in my house to feed the both of us.”
“How many are we even eating for at this point?” Ramona giggled.
“I have no freaking clue. Must be at least a half-dozen,” she said, patting the lower swell of her gut with a deep thump.
Ramona blushed. “Let’s get up and moving. If we keep on talking like this, I might not be able to.”
“Getting too comfortable?”
“That, and being this close to you is starting to-”
“Oh, I see,” Kim narrowed her eyes, “Let’s save that for later. I’m sure I can take care of that, but now I kind of wanna go out. Maybe I’ll even show off a little bit.” She grinned as she said that, wiggling a little in her seat.
Ramona pushed herself off the couch with a grunt, turning to leave, but heard a soft whimper.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need help. Getting up, I mean.”
Ramona smirked, reaching out to grasp Kim’s hand, pulling with one, then both hands to hoist up Kim’s sizable heft. Their combined efforts got her standing, arms folding around Ramona’s neck as she steadied her bulk. She wondered idly if that was Kim’s goal all along. She rested her head against Ramona for a moment before stepping back.
“Okay, first step’s done. Let me just see if I can find a jacket, or at least something that’ll cover my top. How’s it outside?”
“Cold, but not too bad. I’ll stick close to you, warm you up.”
“Smooth talker.” Kim stuck out her tongue, before setting off towards her room.
Ramona blew her a kiss, watching her wide hips and bouncy butt as they disappeared into the hall. “I’ll be waiting.”
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Ramona stood, once again, at the foot of the stairs. She had made sure to take them carefully, placing feet she could barely see one the other on the slightly slippery surfaces. The snow was just beginning to flurry, glinting in the evening air. She stared at her phone, ears perking at the sound of the door creaking open. Kim stood, outlined by the light of the doorway, radiant and beautiful. She had managed to squeeze herself into a black top. It kept her bust in check, and covered a reasonable portion of her belly, although Ramona wasn’t sure how long it would last. Her skirt dipped low under the weight of her womb, hugging her hips, fluttering in the slight breeze. Her boots were pulled up high, but allowed a hefty sliver of thigh to poke out. She stood for a moment, taking in the cold, before slowly descending, hand gripping the railing tightly. Ramona smiled as she plodded over, wrapping a protective arm around her, hugging her tightly.
“You look great.”
Kim smiled, cheeks flushing red from the cold. Her face shone as she looked up at Ramona.
“I’m glad you talked me into this. It’s nice out. Pretty.”
You really don’t mind the cold up here, huh?” Ramona looked down the road. “It’s a short walk to the market. You think you can make it?”
“I know I look big, but I’ve gotten good at carrying around all this weight. You’ve seen my thighs.” She smacked her leg in emphasis. “Nothing’s gonna stop me. I’m planning on eating my weight in snacks tonight.
Ramona giggled. “Alright, alright. Just don’t go too hard. I’m not carrying you back.”
“Point taken.” She eyed her sizable belly. “I don’t think you could, even if you wanted to.”
Ramona simply smiled, tugged her hand, the pregnant duo waddling towards the smell of pastries and spices. They moved together in silence for a few minutes, aside from the occasional sniffle, or grunt as something kicked one of them from within, until the warm glow of the market lights washed over them.