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ashleys8989
Does anyone else remember this story? It was written by bellydude333 and was absolutely one of my favorites.
Twitchy
Here you go.


Expecting The Unexpected, Part 1

Ahhh, the library. One of the only structures of actual value left in the world. At least, according to Blake Caraway it was. If you told him otherwise, you'd have a very annoyed teenager on your hands.

*Flip* *Flip*

While most loathed summer reading, Blake was someone who enjoyed delving into a good book immensely. It mattered not what what genre the literature he read was, he liked it as long as it stimulated his brain cells.

*Creeeeeeak*

He reclined in his favorite library chair, enjoying the ancient wooden noise that it made as he stretched. Inserting his home-made bookmark into The Green Mile, Blake set the novel down and sighed. He just couldn't believe that high school had whizzed by, and this Fall he would become a senior.

Just one more year of avoiding people, and I'm in the clear. You won't see me crying during graduation.

The noontime sun looked spectacular out the huge library window, and the reclusive teen smiled ruefully at a family trio that passed by below. Their son seemed to be having so much fun swinging in his parents' arms, and his dad carried a GameStop bag in his free hand.

Blake took out his phone for a second and glared at it.

His father bought him that recently. It was an iPhone 5. His father's reason?

"To shut you up."

Blake pocketed the phone heatedly, and banged a fist on the table. A couple of people looked up from what they were doing, causing Blake to blush. He opened the book again and buried his nose into it, avoiding their stares and silently cursing himself for losing his temper.

Needless to say, Blake wasn't exactly blessed when it came to parents. To add insult onto injury, Blake hardly even talked to his father, and got out of the house every chance he could get. Hell, he hardly talked. And, for that matter, he never understood his mother, either... sure, Blake had been the unwanted spawn of a one night stand, but she didn't have to be out late every night with a new guy. The old man was drunk whenever his pretty little "wifey" came home anyway, so Blake just assumed the guy could care less. Blake's mother was quite pretty, though. This he became all too aware of the previous year when she came home under the influence in a skimpy miniskirt and made a couple of attempts to pin him down onto the couch, forcing the poor boy to flee to his room and lock the door.

Blake eventually let out a very long breath, letting the anger deflate from his being like the helium from a popped balloon.

Two can walk together, but lest they be agreed, nothing good will come out of it.

That's not exactly how the saying goes, but who cares. I was never one for political correctness.

Figuring enough time had passed for the people to forget about the noise he had made, Blake lowered the book and grinned slyly. In addition to silence, Blake loved stealth, and took a private joy out of evading public scrutiny.

He glanced at the clock. 12:30 pm, still early. He was already near the end of The Green Mile, so he once again closed it and set it down. His eyes wandered on over to more of the books he had taken out; A Game of Thrones, Finnikin of the Rock, and the Artemis Fowl series. He'd probably get hungry again at around 4, so a small little trip to the pizza place around the block was in order.

Sliding out the first Artemis Fowl book in the series, Blake took a moment to admire the golden cover, an interesting little lock placed on the right-hand side that had caught his eye when he was searching for new things to read among the fiction section. He was about to take a crack at it when something else caught his eye. Something that would change his life forever.

She was walking... no waddling towards the table he was seated at, recognition in her eyes. Blake's face became beet red and opened the book as quickly as he could, landing himself on page 142 and burying his nose into it. He wasn't even up to that spot, but he didn't care. Blake didn't even bother reading the page, though it was probably better that he didn't; jumping that far into the book wouldn't have made sense anyway.

"Blake! Um, that is you behind Artemis Fowl, right?"

Blake silently gasped, and covered his gaping mouth afterwards. Her voice was as sweet as he remembered it.

Oh crap, oh crap... what do I say...

"Uh... h-hi, Mary!", he replied shakily, lowering the book from his eyes. Now that she was closer to him, Blake was able to get a better look at her. He swallowed hard, the inside of his mouth beginning to dry out. "W-what brings you to the library, eh heh heh..."

He could've just about slapped himself for sounding so stupid.

"Oh, just this silly thing."

She flipped a copy of The Green Mile onto the table, and, before Blake knew it, pulled out the chair beside him and sat down next to him. An awkward silence followed in which the poor boy quickly slid Mary's book back over to her. He could see her smiling at him out of the corner of his eye, and Blake's heart was reacting to this like a jackhammer.

"Y'know, summer reading?", she said finally, nudging him in the arm as she flipped a bit of hair out of her eyes. "I know it's kinda late, but I thought I'd at least get started on it. How have you been? It's been a really long time since we've talked like this!"

"I, uh... p-pretty good... h-how goes things with Rick?"

The smile that had been present on Mary's pretty face faded, and she dropped her gaze. Almost instantly, a single drop of saltwater appeared on the wooden tabletop, and Blake cursed himself when a steady stream of fat tears began to fall from his ex-friend's eyes.

"Absolutely terrible!", she wailed in-between sobs. "Right after the summer started, Rick left me for the Navy! The NAVY! Oh, Blake, what am I going to do?!"

"Oh, jeez, I am so sorry, Mary! I take it back! I didn't mention Rick at all! Please don't cry!"

By now, the people from before were looking again, so Blake decided he'd save the stealth for another time and shot them a withering glare that made them wish they were somewhere else. Being a neglected child for years upon years had made Blake privy to unsavory skills most adolescent punks would've killed to have.

Before Blake knew what he was doing, he was rubbing Mary's back, and making "shhhhh" noises as he waited for her to dry her eyes. It was news to him, though, that she and Rick had parted ways. Especially with the *ahem* condition that the arrogant teenage dope had left her in.

Blake suddenly had the feeling that he shouldn't be there. Upsetting poor Mary like that was bad enough, and wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he quickly retracted his hand from her back and began shoveling the books he had checked out into his backpack.

"I've g-gotta go now, Mary... it was nice talking with--!"

"No, Blake, please don't leave!", Mary exclaimed all of a sudden, placing her dainty hands around his arm. She smiled in spite of her puffy eyes, and Blake felt a huge wave of sadness hit him. In spite of his outward detachment, he just hated to see people get so depressed to point where they'd cry, his parents included. Plus, this is Mary we're talking about. I can't just leave like this... we're actually talking again!

"I...", she began, Blake making eye contact with her this time. "I really haven't been paying attention to you ever since I got together with Rick. I'm sorry, Blake..."

"O-oh, that?", Blake replied dismissively as he blew a raspberry out the side of his mouth. "Water under the bridge. It's really not--"

"No, really, Blake! I apologize for neglecting our friendship." Mary still held onto him, her furrowed brow letting Blake know that she truly was sorry.

Blake swallowed hard, and felt a familiar film of sweat return to his body as Mary continued to stare at him. It felt like an eternity when she finally spoke up again.

"My parents are going away for two weeks... t-to a rock concert! Since they'll be away, I'm going to be lonely for the last weeks of the summer... if you're not busy, would you mind keeping me company?"

Blake just stared at Mary as if she were a ghost.


~


After arriving home from the library that day, Blake collapsed on his bed, his body spread-eagle as he faced at his ceiling. His room was in the basement of his parents' house, something that didn't irritate him in the slightest; his room was cool in the summer and warmer in the winter than the rest of the house -- a great trade-off in his opinion. He kept it pretty pretty tidy, though there were some food wrappers on his computer desk as well as a laundry basket he kept his dirty clothes in until it was time to wash, which was usually at the end of every week, about Friday or Saturday. His bed was pretty big, giving him plenty of room to sleep during the night.

However, Blake's mind was far from anything related to home right now. Instead, it was more focused with what had occurred at the library some hours ago. It had seemed like a normal day inside the the place; there had been a couple of librarians walking around, a college student reading a sports magazine in the back, and of course those people that had seen him thump the table with his fist, but other than that, it was quiet, just as how he liked it.

He was instantly sorry when he noticed how distraught Mary became when the question had left his mouth; anxiety and sadness took over, her aura instantly changing. And then she tearfully told him her plight.This made him a bit uncomfortable, since he wasn't really the type to listen to people's problems. Especially since he thought he wouldn't be able to do much to help resolve the issue.

However, he enjoyed the view he got from her figure. For you see... Mary was knocked up.

She had found out seven months ago that she had gotten pregnant from her boyfriend, Rick, and only had a recent ultrasound unveiled that she was carrying triplets. The rumors had spread all throughout high school, and it soon became common knowledge to know how many babies the well-endowed Mary carried with her as the year came to a close.

Stealing furtive glances every now and then from where he had sat in his favorite library chair, Blake drank in the sight of her greatly distended abdomen, which looked like she had swallowed three gigantic watermelons and was only half-covered by her shirt. He had also stared briefly at her bust, which increased in size during the course of her ongoing gestation, and now looked to make her bra size at least 44DD. Her skin color was that of a radiant, milky tan, making Mary look absolutely divine.

Her butt was certainly something to behold as well. Blake often looked up pictures of a pregnant womens' behinds on the internet, which had always captivated him as they grew and swayed sensually with every step the females took. It always angered him when he saw the media portray weight gain during pregnancy in a bad light, because, to be honest, it was downright sexy to see a fully-figured preggo who enjoyed indulging in her fattening cravings.

One of Mary's main attractions, though, was her drop-dead gorgeous face. Wide, bright eyes, luscious, shoulder-length ebony locks, bangs, a great smile... she had it all! Coupled with a wonderful laugh and a great personality, whoever became her boyfriend would find himself in heaven. Rick had apparently been too dumb to see this.

Blake could tell that she had been eating a whole lot more since the break-up with Rick, and the rounded, chunkier face of the heavily pregnant Mary was something Blake secretly admired during their talk.

These many desirable assets a pregnant woman possessed were now shared with Mary, which had always made Blake dream about her every chance he had gotten throughout the latter half of the school year. He'd close his eyes at night and conjure up images of them together, constantly making out everywhere in public and staring into each other's eyes lovingly at Lookout Point, the popular boyfriend/girlfriend spot in town. And then, he'd slowly unbutton her straining shirt, grasp her chest softly, and begin to give her a sensual massage that would last for hours.

But that was it -- only a dream and nothing else. Now, Mary wasn't his; she was Rick's. Well, was being the key word here. And speaking of broken hearts, Blake would never forget the day that Mary broke his. It was the morning of the sophomore prom, and he was working up the courage to ask Mary to the dance. And then, to be his girlfriend.

He had even bought a golden necklace using some of the money he had earned working at the fast food pizza place he worked for, and planned on giving it to her when she happily agreed. But, as he walked through the doors of first period that day, he saw Mary kissing another guy, and quite intensely, too.

It left an immeasurable emotional gash in the poor guy, and for the longest time his psyche was a wreck. His grades dropped for the fourth quarter that year, and Blake became even more of an introvert than he had already been. He had been overjoyed when Mary had made friends with him the first day of freshman year, and pretty much stuck to her like glue from that point on during the day. Thanks to Blake's heartbreak, though, he vowed to never get too close to any one girl ever again, for the pain had been far too great. They hadn't talked since then... until now.

Blake didn't want to care about how Mary's pregnancy would most likely ruin her life, nullifying any chance of going to college or even finishing high school. However, listening to her plight back at the library, he began to feel sympathetic toward her, the anger that he thought he would feel practically nonexistent. And then... and then...! Being asked to stay at her house for three weeks while her parents were away to some rock concert?! He could hardly believe it himself. What would they do? What would they talk about? What was her plans for him? For these past three years, this kind of incident had always seemed like something that would only happen in a movie, but now... actually getting to experience it, made him feel quite nervous.

It made him want to vomit. In a good way!

And so, Blake had (graciously) accepted, as he wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. He got out a green duffel bag from the old storage closet and filled it with the essentials: a sleeping bag, a bunch of clothing, his deodorant, his toothbrush, a couple of games for his DS in case he got bored (this was in extreme cases), and a few books of his choice that he had picked up that morning. In his wallet, he made sure he had plenty of cash, as well as his Quickzza employee's card that let him withdraw whatever money he earned from his job, which was just one of the many perks he enjoyed from working there. The card also doubled up as his ID.

How much money could I possibly spend during two weeks? he asked himself. This is plenty!

"You're becoming a man, son! Soon you'll be drinking your heart out just like me!"

"Don't worry, Blake, getting laid is easier than everyone makes it out to be."

After a heated "shut up" from the boy they dared to call their son (why did he even bother letting them know where he'd be), Blake stormed out of the house with his bag in tow, plopping it on the curb as he took a moment to stop and take a deep breath. On a night like this, one could actually see the Big Dipper.

He got into his 2008-model car (also provided by dear ol' dad!) and drove off to Mary's house, which was only about two miles away. All throughout his car ride, the same thought persisted in his head.

What's going to happen? Why does she want me there? Is there some kind of angle she's playing at? He guessed he would have to find out for himself.

And that time was now, because Blake currently stood in front of Mary's house, sweat pouring down his back. He slowly raised his arm, and brought his fist down on the large wooden door.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Be right theeeeere~!", a singsong voice called from inside.

This was it. Expect the unexpected. All or nothing. Blitzkrieg. The Apocalypse. Alright, maybe not, but that's what it felt like.

Stay calm... just stay calm...


~


"... and this over here is the entertainment center!"

"C-cool!"

Blake felt as though he had been sitting for a very long time in a chilly room, for his nerves were constantly malfunctioning on him, causing the poor guy to tremble as Mary gave him a tour of her house.

It was pretty nice place, he thought. Way better than his folks' home, that's for sure. Mary's parents had installed a nice flat screen in the living room area, which is where both Blake and Mary currently stood. In front of the TV was a comfy looking couch, some cream colored carpeting spread along the floor below. What was even better to see was that the Andersons' had a GameCube tucked away into a little doorless cabinet next to the TV, and memories of playing games such as Tales of Symphonia and Custom Robo flooded back into Blake's head. He'd have to take a look at Mary's gaming library later on... if the other, erm... "distractions" didn't get to him first.

"Blake? Earth to Blake, are you there?"

"O-oh, sorry Mary! I was just, uh, thinking about something." Your belly, for starters.

She chuckled, and walked over to a round side table near the couch, bending down to grab the TV remote. This gave Blake a wonderful view of her ass, now filling out a pair of form-fitting sky blue pajama bottoms rather well. Blake even thought he heard a tiny little rip as her butt stretched out the fabric even more as she bent over, and nearly forget to occupy his line of sight with something else as she straightened out again.

Instead of turning to him, though, Mary plopped right down on the couch, a look of relief on her red face. She turned the TV on and started up Netflix, stretching her arms upwards and yawning afterwards. It was a motion that caused the white t-shirt she had on to ride up, exposing her already half-visible pregnant tummy even more. She tapped the cushion next to her with her hand, indicating that she wanted Blake to sit next to her.

"What are your favorite TV shows?", she inquired.

Blake walked over numbly to the middle seat and sat down, his pulse quickening as he was found himself up close to Mary's pregnant form for the second time that day. He sat on the edge of the seat rather than further in, and it looked as though he was about to bolt any second. Mary put a hand on his knee, and he couldn't help but flinch.

"Why are you being so jumpy, Blake?", Mary asked with a grin. "We're friends aren't we? You should be able to relax if you're going to be staying here for a while. C'mon, lay back a bit more, this couch is quite comfy..."

Mary took Blake by the shoulder and gently pushed him backwards, forcing him to recline. He saw her smile warmly at him from the corner of his eye, and Blake took the risk and decided to gaze directly at her for a few seconds. Still unaware of his attraction towards her, she mirrored him for a few moments and then looked away calmly, turning her attention back towards the TV.

"You've gone mute I see, Blake. Haha! And you still haven't told me what you like!"

"I, uh... I'm really into anime, actually."

"Really?!", she exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the cushion excitedly. Her boobs, following suit, also jiggled up and down hypnotically, and Blake quickly decided that it would be best to look away and gaze at the screen, instead. "Like, which ones?", Mary continued. "It may sound cheesy, but I'm more into romances than the mainstream stuff like One Piece and Bleach."

Well, this was a surprise. Blake always had the notion that female otakus didn't exist, that he would never meet one, but here she was. Although they had been friends for quite a while, anime was just something Blake never cared to discuss with people. Let alone the fact that he hated most people.

"Actually, uh... me too, heh heh. I just recently got into Kaichou wa Maid Sama, and I'm really enjoying it so far..."

"Oh wow, me too!", Mary beamed, already heading to the anime directory. "Isn't Ayuzawa so cute and shy when she's around Usui?"

"Haha, yeah, she is!", agreed Blake, blushing even more. This is like a dream come true!

"Here, choose something for us to watch. I'm sure you must've, but have you ever gotten into Fairy T--"

*Riiiiing* *Riiiiiing*

"Telephooone~", Mary sang, pointing down the hallway without even looking.

Blake frowned inwardly. Thanks a lot, phone. You ruined the moment.

"I'm sorry, Blake, lemme go take this call! I think I know who it is, too... oh, Blake, can you help me up?"

"S-s-s-sure!", he agreed, rocketing up from the couch and taking Mary's hands. She scooted forward with the help of Blake's strength, but as she stood up she wobbled forward a bit and ended up bumping Blake with her abundant womb. He was so surprised that he backpedaled, and landed on the carpet with a thud.

"Oh no! Blake, I am so sorry! My belly really gets in the way a lot these days..."

"Hah, n-no problem, Mary!", Blake told her in a shaky voice. "Y-you can't help the way you are right now!"

*Riiiiiing*

"I'd better hurry! Watch whatever you want, Blake, I'll be back in a bit!" And with that Mary lumbered off to one of the other rooms, her large bubble butt jiggling to and fro as she struggled to pull her shirt down. The ringing finally ended, and Blake heard Mary begin to speak to whoever was on the other line. Although he strained to make out what she was saying as he picked himself off the floor, it was rather muffled due to the thick walls of the house.

Oh well, it's probably just her mom or something. But, wow, her belly actually touched me! I thought I was going to pass out... well, might as well see what Funimation's got up. I'm definitely not watching their awful One Piece dubs...

Blake eventually landed on Rosario + Vampire, one of his favorite fantasy romances that he could watch over and over again and not get tired of it. Episode 1 was a great opener in his opinion, especially the part where Tsukune meets Moka for the very first time and she bites him on the neck. Blake inserted Mary into the scenario, and imagined how great it would be to be bitten by her. If she were a vampire. Which she was not. That'd just be crazy talk. She was simply a pregnant school girl who invited him over her house for a while. Which was, in his honest opinion, just as crazy.

Halfway through the episode Blake heard heavy footsteps, and saw Mary returning into the living room with a smile on her face. "I'm baaaack~!", she said, walking up to him. Glancing at the TV screen, Mary found that she came in at just the right time; a particular bit of fanservice was currently on the screen, in the form of a lovely panty shot.

Gasping theatrically, she covered Blake's eyes with her hands. "Blake, nooo! Your mind is too pure for this!"

"H-hey, Mary, what are doing?!", panicked Blake, noticing that her hands smelled like orange candy. "C-cut it out!"

"Hah hah, okaaay~", she conceded, pulling her hands away. Suddenly, she sighed rather sadly, and Blake noticed a change in her demeanor just like at the library. He paused the video, and swallowed. There was that awkward silence again.

"Is... is there anything wrong, Mary?", Blake inquired, still not sure whether he should look at her full-on or not yet. "Was it that joke? I'm sorry that I didn't play along, I've really gotta lighten--"

"No, Blake, it's not you... it's me."

Blake furrowed his brow. He would never understand women. What was she talking about now?

"Er... you? What's you?", he asked.

Blake turned his head, just in time to see a fat tear roll down her plump cheek. "I'm trying to be optimistic, but it's just so hard...", she told him, her voice beginning to waver.

Oh boy, not again! This is awful! I need to step in!

"I mean, just look at me, Blake!", she insisted, motioning to her body with her hands. "I'm so huge now! My boyfriend dumped me for his dream, and left me to care for the babies when they're born! Some nights I get so depressed that I just binge on whatever's in the fridge... o-one time I even ate a whole box of cookie all by myself! With a tub of ice cream! L-look at me Blake! I'm just an ugly, fat, stupid, pregnant glutton!"

A dry sob escaped from Mary's throat, and Blake was taken aback by her sudden outburst. But he wasn't dazed enough that he couldn't think. People had always made him sad... but that didn't mean others had to be.

"Now, Mary, listen to me!", he commanded firmly, looking her dead in the eye as he took hold of her shoulders. "Because what I'm about to tell you is the truth, and nothing but the truth. The Mary Anderson I know is a smart and pretty girl who is doing her best to cope with the situation. She is going to be a-ok, because being pregnant with triplets is not the end of the world. Gaining weight during this time is normal, and Mary looks even hotter with her newfound size." The bravado that had overtaken him dissipated when the last part of what he said resonated in his head, an all too familiar flush returning to his face.

Mary just looked at Blake blankly, dumbfounded by his kind words. And then, the realization hit her... she looked "even hotter"?

"Wait a minute, Blake...", she whispered softly, cupping his face in her hands. "Just what are you trying to say...?"

"Uh, um, w-wait, Mary, it's not what it looks like! W-what I meant to say was... was..."

"Was what, Blake?" Her eyes shone with a new understanding, and Blake was completely at the mercy of Mary's beautiful face. Blake swallowed hard, his heart beating furiously now. There was only one thing left to do now...

Say it, Blake. Tell her... tell her how you feel!"

"What I meant to say, Mary...", Blake began anew, his voice trembling again. "Is that... I'm in love with you! I like you a lot! I've liked you a lot! Ever since 9th grade when you became my first friend!"

"Ohhh, Blake...", Mary breathed as she blushed, moving in closer to him. "I had no idea... you've been attracted to me all this time...?"

Blake's face was as red as a tomato, but that was the least of his concerns right now. He had just made history... he had finally confessed his love for Mary! To a girl! But... what happens after that? He had only seen love scenes in animes and movies, not firsthand in real life!

Suddenly, Blake found Mary's arms wrapped around his neck, and he did not resist as she slowly began to pull him in. If her hands smelled like orange candy, then the rest of her smelled like paradise, and Blake was sure that he was going to faint. Just before their lips touched, Blake began to become scared of the notion of kissing a girl. It... it was just happening way too fast! He halted, and averted his eyes from Mary's alluring, round pupils.

"I'm, uh... n-n-not too good w-w-with this stuff, M-Mary. I d-don't think I'm q-q-quite ready for...!"

"Shhh...", she told him, putting a finger on the smitten Blake's lips. "Just follow my lead..."

Mary resumed pulling him in, when all of a sudden...

*Guuuurgle*

They both stopped, and looked down at Mary's stomach. She took her hands off of Blake's neck and placed them on her belly, moving her hands along its smooth surface as she groaned softly.

"W-what's up with your stomach?", Blake asked, breathing a silent sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Nothing m-major, I hope?"

"This is really embarrassing, but... I'm starving!", Mary told him. "I actually haven't eaten since this morning."

"H-hey, I know just the trick!", Blake told her as he snapped his fingers, laughing nervously. "I work at Quickzza during the year, but I'm pretty sure that they'd give me some pies at a discounted price. Does... does that sound good?"

"Oh wow!", Mary exclaimed happily, putting her hands on her cheeks. "You'd do that for me?"

"Why, sure! I'll, um... I'll be back soon, then!" He hopped up off the couch, nearly tripping as he made his way to leave. Before Blake made it to the door, though...

"Blake?" Mary called out. He stopped, turning around to look at her. "Y-yes?", he called back.

"When you come back, can you... rub my belly?"

The request, although quite simple, was so momentous that Blake momentarily lost his balance, and almost ended up knocking over a vase that he bumped into. Catching it just in the nick of time, he nodded slowly to Mary.

"Y-yeah, Mary, of course... I'd l-love to do that for you."

"That sounds great, then... Blakey~." As silly as that nickname sounded, Mary made it sound great to Blake. She blew him a kiss and a wink, and the boy knew that he needed to get out of there if he was to make it to his car intact.

As Blake reached the main hall and approached the front door, he saw someone else outside through the blurred glass. Opening it, Blake found himself in for a giant surprise. Literally.

"Oh! Like, wow, hi Blake! Mary didn't tell me you were going to be joining us for the sleepover. I didn't even, like, knew you knew her! Haha!"

What... the hell?!, thought Blake incredulously. Am I dreaming all of this?!

Standing before him was Kaitlin Ross, the blue-eyed blonde chick of Blake's high school class that was famous throughout the school for being the first female student to possess a bust size larger than the female teachers. She bore a shirt that had the slogan, "Squeeze 'Em", stretched out across her bust, and it featured a plunging neckline that allowed a copious amount of cleavage to show. But there was something VEEERY different about her, something that had changed since the last time Blake had seen her.

"Kaitlin... you're pregnant!", Blake practically shouted, his eyes goggling her massive belly. "Is that why you stopped coming to school?!"

"Yup!", she replied cutely. "Oh, and just call me Katie, kay? I didn't want my girlfriends to know I was preggers so I, like, went on maternity leave without telling anyone. I'll be having twins in just a few more months, isn't that neat?"

"Uh, yeah, that's real neat!", Blake mimicked, blinking rapidly as he tried to figure everything out. "W-woah, wait a second, you mentioned a sleepover. T-that means..!"

I'm going to be spending the night, alone, with two heavily pregnant girls from my high school. And I'm going to be the only guy there. Lord help me.

Blake was well on his way to approaching the peak of a crazy roller coaster ride, and there was no turning back. Good luck? Nah, he already had enough of that if he was able to land in such favorable conditions.

The only thing to do now was to order the pizza. As he drove to Quickzza, Blake contemplated about what would happen that night.

The night that was a prelude of marvelous things to come.


~





To be continued~


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Twitchy
Expecting The Unexpected, Part 2

Driving down the streets at night during the summer was a weird experience for Blake. As he drove to Quickzza, he drank in all of the different evening sights and sounds that the city had adopted: the shouting of other adolescents as they celebrated their debaucheries; the occasional, god-awful a capella of an amateur assaulting an otherwise excellent Rascal Flats song; and, most noticeable, the amount of parking spaces that were now being filled throughout the area.

It was precisely for this reason that it took so long for him to get the pizza pies. When Blake pulled into the Quickzza parking lot, he was mortified to find that every parking spot had been filled.

Oh, great, he thought. Just what I need right now. A lovely stroke of bad luck. So many great things have happened today... and now I can't park. You at least owe me this one, fate.

Surprisingly enough, "fate" listened, and just as he pulled around the bend Blake saw that the parking lot of the store next door was practically empty. It was some kind of skin-care product store full of acne creams, facial pads, some kind of foot-massaging machines, and, of course, body lotions. Taking this last item into mind, Blake thought back to Mary's request when he left.

When you come back, can you... rub my belly?, she had asked. He didn't know if she had any lotion for herself at the house, nor could he explain why he was having thoughts on such matters, but, nevertheless, he exited the store with a sixteen fluid-ounce bottle of orange scented body lotion five minutes later, which he placed in the backseat of his car.

Returning to the task at hand, he made his way to the doors of his workplace. A popular radio station was playing above the noise, from which Blake identified Paramore's latest single, "Still Into You". How fitting of my situation..., he thought as he moved out of the way for a couple leaving with a heavenly-smelling pie.

He didn't have to go far to notice that a line of about ten to fifteen people separated him from the counter. Seeing this, he estimated that it would take maybe twenty minutes-- perhaps a half-hour-- before he could place his order. To pass the time, Blake simply stood in line and let his thoughts drift to other things.

The most prominent of these thoughts was the prospect of being with two lovely, heavily-pregnant high school hotties on a night of summer vacation. Staying with Mary, his old friend, was stressful enough due to her... "enhanced"... figure, but Katie was a whole other story. While not nearly as pregnant as Mary, Katie certainly beat her in terms of bust size. He had almost confused her breasts for watermelons when he first saw them back in freshman year, and her tiny t-shirts always revealed a hefty amount of cleavage that didn't leave much to the imagination. All of the boys in school had gone crazy for her, and sometimes they even fought about who was going to sit next to her at the lunch table. But that had been before Katie had gotten pregnant. Now, her boobs seemed downright incapable of being contained within a normal bra!

That trait of her aside, her belly wasn't something to take lightly, either. Aside from her increased bust size, Katie's fertile mound was something to admire. Even underneath her shirt, Blake could see that her bellybutton had gone from an innie to a prominent outie, and that her navel looked about two inches shy of reaching out enough to match Mary's. Remembering her bust again, he began to fantasize... about slowly pulling up her t-shirt, Katie blushing as he did so. He would then reach back slowly and unclip her bra, watching as her milk jugs poured out from their confinements. This heavenly sight would cause him to go behind her and cup one in each hand, caressing each supple mass of flesh as she moaned helplessly, a massage in her swollen form just too great to pass up...

Soon, Blake realized that he had been absentmindedly walking while lost in his thoughts, which gained him a couple confused stares from a few of the customers in line. Ignoring the looks were easy, and he quickly slipped back into his spot. But... I like Mary, not Katie... should I even be thinking about her in that way?

As Blake finally approached the counter, he saw the familiar face of a man in his early thirties standing behind the register. His name was Charles Tattaglia, an employee of ten years and well respected by his co-workers, including Blake. If a problem needed to be solved, such as if the cash registers began malfunctioning at Quickzza, or they were being overwhelmed by orders, he or she would always ask for Charles. He was a vet worker who made preparing and cooking the pizzas look extremely easy, even on the busiest of days. However, today was not a good day for Quickzza; most of the employees were off, leaving only Charles and a handful of others to satisfy the appetites of the local populous.

Blake guessed Charles was up front because he wanted a newcomer in the back to learn the trade of pizza-making independently for a little bit. He saw one employee carrying two pies go out the door and into the delivery car, which was painted a green color with a stopwatch painted on either side, the trademark of Quickzza Pizzeria. Finally, it was his turn, so Blake went up and spoke his order.

"Hey, Charlie," greeted Blake rather quickly, wanting to get this over with and head back to Mary's place as soon as possible. "I'll be needing ten Quick X size pizzas. Three sausage, three extra cheese, and four pepperoni. Oh, and I'd like to use my employee discount. 50%, if I remember right."

Charles's eyes bulged out in response. Had he heard right? Ten pizzas? It wasn't even a Sunday!

"Why so many, Blake?", he asked as he furrowed his brow and leaned against the counter. "It's not that often that someone like you orders so many pies at one. Also, I recall that you're free to work nearly all day this summer, because you said you weren't really in any summer clubs or activities, and that you didn't have many friends. So what's the deal with that?"

This only made Blake sigh in annoyance. "I know, I know... look, I don't mean to be pushy, but can you just please just put the darn order in? Like, right now?"

Charles raised an eyebrow. Blake wasn't telling him something, and he was going to find out. What was one skinny boy to do with ten boxes of extra large slices? "Eating all of those by yourself is going to make you sick. This for some sorta party?"

A tiny little sleepover a party? Weeell, not quite so tiny, but... oh heck, might as well tell him something.

"Fine, Charlie. Here's the deal. This, uh... girl, who used to be a friend of mine, she invited me over to this sleepover of hers, and I decided to be the gentleman and not take too much time to get the pizza I'm sure they'll enjoy, so--"

Charles held up a hand and nodded his head in acceptance, grinning at Blake's sarcasm. "Say no more." He began tapping the buttons on the register, all the while saying, "You're a good man, Blake, to be sacrificing your time and money for the people you're staying with. I... hope you and her can get back together again." He handed him the receipt, which showed his total after the discount. "Say, did you ever go out with her? You never seemed like one for the teenage dating scene. How'd you two stop being friends, anyway? This is the first time you've said you had one, let alone a girl, and I'd like to know a little more about 'er."

Blake's exasperated expression conveyed the answer quite clearly, and Charles finally took a hint. "Go sit in that booth over there, and busy yourself while you wait. Just know that... if you ever want to talk about anything, I'll be here for you, Blake."

"If only you were my father...", Blake mumbled when he thought he was out of earshot, moving over to the spot Charles had pointed out. Outside of tonight, Charles never really had any insight into Blake's personal life, and his brow furrowed in sadness when he strained to hear Blake's last statement over the din of the pizzeria. "Danny, switch spots with me!", he yelled into the back. "Work the register for a while while I speed up these orders!" I've never been so fired up before... I think tonight will yield the best pies I've made in a long time!

Blake took a seat, looking around the restaurant at the sights he was accustomed to seeing whenever he worked there. There was a slight altercation in the line (something about cutting), a baby crying in their stroller, and of course the group of college friends who somehow got the crazy notion that ordering pizza on the busiest night was a good idea.

Suddenly, Blake felt rather sleepy, and began to doze off, snapping his head back up when a pan dropped in the back kitchen. He shook his head and slapped his cheek, scolding himself for being so tired. A nap would be nice, but it wouldn't look good on the establishment if I started drooling on the tables here.

Thankfully, there was something to keep his mind off of the boredom. Or rather, someone.

"Hi, Blaaaake~"

The red leather cushion acquired a second indentation as someone sat down next to Blake, and rather closely, too.

"Are you still waiting for the order?", they asked him. It... it was...!

"K-Katie, what are you doing here?! You don't even have a car, how'd you... why're you..."

"Haha, you're so silly, Blake! You drove me here, remember? We go everywhere together now that we're married!" Katie scooted closer to Blake and locked her arm with his, squeezing her cleavage into his body.

Blake panicked for the umpteenth time that day, and immediately began sweating bullets. "H-ha, haha, t-that's a good one, Katie! H-how can we be married when we've only..."

All of a sudden, Blake's surroundings changed drastically. The booth seat morphed into the edge of a bed, the restaurant floor to blue carpeting, and Katie's revealing miniskirt to something even skimpier: a lingerie. A draft was hitting Blake's body, and he realized that he was only in his underwear.

"H-hey, what's going on, Katie?! We were just in Quickzza!"

She said nothing to him. Instead, she took his head in her hands and brought his lips to hers, her giant knockers pressing into his chest. Blake pulled away, distraught by the turn of events and unsure of whether he should've let her continue or not. How could she be doing this to him?! What about...!

"Where's Mary?! And how can we be married?!"

Katie gasped in surprise, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She held up their hands side by side, trying her best to hold back the stream of saltwater that flowed down her face. There were rings on both, wedding bands to be precise. "Blake, what is wrong with you lately?! You... you said you loved me more than Mary all those years ago! W-was that a... lie...?"

All... all those years ago?!, thought Blake, his eyes widening. Looking across the room, he spotted a picture atop an ornate dresser, an elaborately made frame around a scene that showed Blake in a fancy suit and Katie next to him in a wedding dress, their smiles so great that it appeared as though their faces might've just broken from happiness. Maybe it was Blake, but Katie's already enormous melons looked substantially larger in her revealing wedding gown. Oh wait, she was pregnant in that picture. That must be why.

And that's when something clicked in his head.

"Katie, what happened to your belly?! Y-you had... twins... right?!"

Katie dried her eyes, and a smile once again returned to her pretty face. "They're, like, the light of our life, aren't they? James and Holly are asleep downstairs, so I guess we'd better keep our voices down for now."

Now Blake had heard everything. He took a deep breath, and tried to piece together what he now knew. He was married to Katie, she was madly in love with him, he had rejected Mary's affection for him an indefinite amount of time ago, and he now had children to take care of. Oh yes, and they had somehow managed to time travel. What other crazy things would happen to the poor guy?

"But tonight is special, honey...", Katie continued, breaking Blake out of his confused thoughts. "I took the birth enhancers... it's time to make some babies."

"WHAT?!", Blake yelled, jumping backwards so far that he hit his head on the bedpost. "I-I-I-I...", he stammered, his face reddening at the thought.

"Shhhh!", Katie exclaimed, putting a finger up to her lips. "Blake, like, why're you so jumpy? We've used protection up until now, so I don't know what you're so worried about."

"Pr-protection?! I've been having sex with you?!", Blake cried, becoming numb.

"Yeah...", Katie replied, her voice becoming dreamy and far away. "And I'll say it every time... I had no idea you were so good in bed..."

Blake was speechless. He really had nothing left to say. You could just imagine his exponential horror when Katie's belly began to grow right before his very eyes.

"I don't want just two this time...", she told him, not noticing what was happening to her stomach. "I want, like, nine... no, ten kids! Or how about twelve? In one go! What do you think... Blakey~?"

Katie's belly surged outward with incredible speed, ballooning up to full gestation size in a matter of seconds. But it didn't stop there. Katie had said twelve, and so twelve it was. A tremendous rushing sound could be heard, and Blake's eyes bulged out of his skull when he saw that Katie's boobs were also growing, right along with her belly! Her belly became so massive, so huge, that it brought Katie down to the floor, and she moaned in pleasure as milk began to squirt out of her nipples. Her hips, in anticipation for the weight limit of the cargo Katie was creating inside of her, flared out with fat, her chunky booty and creamy white thunder thighs following suit.

*SSSSNAAAAAAP*

Katie's lingerie flew off in tatters, her swelling frontal assets way to much for the paper-thin fabric to handle.

"Or, I dunno, Blake... how about fifty?", she asked him while squeezing her corpulent bust. "We'd, like, have such a big family, y'know?"

Katie's womb, apparently liking her suggestion, surged forward at twice the speed, stretch marks accompanied by creaking noises appearing on her expanding stomach. Her boobs now practically overflowed with milk, drenching the carpet and bed sheets in Katie's life-sustaining liquid.

The worst part of it all was that Katie seemed oblivious to what was going on. She still looked up at him expectantly, her eyes glowing as she stared lovingly at Blake.

"W-well, Katie, h-how about we just go s-slowly at first!", Blake stammered, feeling lightheaded as he watched his wife grow. "I think it would be fine if we just settled on-"

"No!", Katie protested, jutting her lip out at Blake in a pout. "I wanna have a big family, Blake! I want, like, eighty children!"

"EIGHTY?!", Blake shouted, his heart speeding up. "But I thought you just said fifty was the limit!"

The bed began to sag where Katie sat, her increasingly voluptuous frame becoming much too weighty for the springs. Suddenly, her belly hit the far end of the room, knocking down a plant as her out of control impregnation began to push her backwards off the bed.

"Shhh! Blake, keep it down! I'm staying calm, so why can't you?"

"K-Katie, stop!", Blake cried, shaking his hair out as a stray spurt of milk hit his face. "You're getting TOO BIG!"

"Blake, you're not making any sense. Are you t-trying to say I'm fat?"

The house literally shook, Katie's monstrous belly threatening to bring the house down as it grew unchecked. And then the phone rang.

"L-look, can I call you back, whoever you are?", Blake told the caller. "I have a huge problem on my hands!"

"But your pizza is ready! Don't you want it?"

It took Blake a second to remember the order he had placed at Quickzza. It felt like it had been years since he had gone up to the counter and gave Charles his outrageous order. Blake felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up.

Suddenly, he was back at the booth, and the scent of pizza wafted into his nose. Blake rubbed his eyes, and sat up in his seat. "Where's... Katie...?", he asked groggily, noticing Charles and another employee standing over him. They were sweating furiously, and held five pizza boxes each in their hands.

"Katie? Is that the girl's name?", Charles asked with a grin. "You were out like a light! And talking in your sleep, too. Show us where your car is parked and we'll help you load these in."

"O-oh... thanks, Charlie." It was the only thing that Blake could manage to say. His thoughts were a mess. One thing was clear, though.

It was a dream. Just a dream. Only a dream. Hoo boy, am I glaaaad it was only a dream!

Blake stood up shakily from the booth and motioned for both of the guys to follow him, weaving in and out of the people that packed the popular Quickzza. As he held the door open for Charles and his helper, though, Blake couldn't help but recall, slowly, everything that happened in the dream, feeling his heart begin to speed up as Katie's attractive features inched their way back into his thoughts. So... they had been married?

Quite honestly, Blake sure wouldn't have minded being married to such a cute girl as Kaitlin Ross.

So you'd go cold turkey on your true love, Blake? Forget her and start chasing after Kaitlin?

Almost immediately, an image of Mary was conjured up next to Katie, summoned by Blake's imagination. He practically slapped himself, and shook his head as he looked up at the night stars. I can't be thinking of Katie like that! Not after I finally confessed to Mary! And... she even likes me back... right?

The imagined Mary pushed Katie out of his mind's eye and blew Blake a kiss, winking as she flounced away. It was made harder by her pregnant belly, but Blake got a nice view of her rear, so that was a plus.

"Any chance of letting us put these down sometime, dude?"

Mary faded away, like a mirage being blown away by a gust of wind, and Blake remembered that he hadn't opened the door to his car yet. "Sorry about that...", he mumbled, trotting over to the front door and inserting the key into the lock. He then unlocked the back doors, moving quickly to open it for the two.

"Body lotion?", called Charles from where he stood. "What's this going to be used for?"

Dammit, I totally forgot that was there! Shoot, uh...

"That's for my mom, Charlie. She's developed this, uh, new love for lotion. Yeah, that's it."

Charles raised an eyebrow but dropped the subject, not wanting to continue pushing Blake's buttons.

Soon, the pies were inside, and the doors were securely locked. After Blake thanked Charles for all of his hard work, he was introduced to Charles's assistant.

"You must be pretty hungry to be buying all of this, dude! Haha!"

His name was Daniel Jones, or just Danny for short, another teenager who was just around Blake's age. Blake had never met the guy before because Danny began working during the summertime, whereas Blake decided to take the time off to relax before senior year. Danny seemed good natured enough, though, and Blake was surprised to discover that he was actually looking forward to working with the guy come Fall. Maybe it was being able to hang out with Mary again, but he began feeling more inclined to make an effort at friendship again.

"Danny, I already told you, it's for a party he's having. Now, stop wisecrackin' and let's get you back into the kitchen. Blake, it was nice to see you again. Have a good time, okay?"

Blake said one final round of goodbyes, and started the ignition.

"Yeah, enjoy your pizza party, dude!", Danny yelled across the driveway as Blake drove away, flashing him a thumbs up and a great big smile.

"I definitely will...", Blake replied as he got back onto the highway, fully aware Danny couldn't hear him. "I definitely will... dude."

Grinning as he thought of Danny's catchphrase, his mind began to drift back to the girls, and his dream about Katie. What other thrills and experiences would the night show him? This was definitely a summer that was going down in the record books.



~



*Bing* *Bong*

...

*Bing* *Bong*

"Hold on, Blake~! Katie, just put your phone down, let's go!"

"Like, hold your horses Mary, I'm coming!"

Blake smiled, now standing outside of Mary's house with three of the pies in his arms. He wasn't very strong, and knew that he'd probably have to make a couple trips back to the car to retrieve the rest of the food.

The door opened, and there before him stood the lusciously chunky forms of Mary and Katie, their bellies rubbing up against the other's as they vied for enough space to get a whiff of the food Blake had brought them. Their pajamas, most likely having been loose in the past, hugged their voluptuous bodies, not even beginning to cover up their bellies. It took all of Blake's self control not to react too noticeably to this.

*Guuuurgle*

"Was that you, or was that me?", asked Mary, putting a hand on her belly.

"Like, I think that was both of us!", Katie replied, rubbing her own stomach as she winced from the hunger pangs. "Did it really take that long to get three pies, Blake?"

"When did I ever say it was just three?", he told her happily, smiling. "But, uh, if you girls don't let me in, I'll never be able to get the others."

"YAY!", squealed Katie, pumping the air with her fists as she waddled off into the living room. "Pizza~! Pizza~! Pizza~!"

Mary just rolled her eyes, and smiled at Blake as he came in. "Thanks so much, Blake, you're a lifesaver. I'm starving!"

"O-oh, no problem at all, Mary!", Blake told her, returning the smile. "I'd... I'd do anything for you!"

"Aww, stop that, Blake! Did anyone ever tell you you're such a sweetheart?" She giggled, smiling at his words.

Moving as fast as he could, Blake set the pies down on the table in front of the TV, and quickly jogged back out to retrieve the rest of the pies. But, just as he made his way to the doorway, Mary, who was still standing off to the side, pulled him into her body by his neck and began to whisper into his ear.

"After we eat...", she said in a hushed tone, "...let's continue where we left off..."

Her arms retracted, leaving a flushed Blake to stand there, frozen, as she stepped out of the shadows to go join Katie.

"...where we left off..."

Mary's words continued running through his head as he ferried the pizza pies out from the car and into the living room. Just what was she planning for him? Blake couldn't wait, and grabbed the body lotion that he had bought earlier that night as he took the last couple of pies out of the car. Making sure that the doors were locked, Blake stepped into house one final time and shut the door behind him with the back of his foot.

"Alright, this is the last of them!", Blake exclaimed as he entered the room. "Is the soda in the... woah!"

Right before his eyes, Mary and Katie were packing it away, blobs of sauce dotting their faces as they shoveled their faces with slice after slice of pepperoni pizza. Blake just stood there, like a statue (something that was becoming the norm for the guy), in stark disbelief at what he was witnessing. He swallowed hard, eventually finding the will within him to move again. He set the final boxes of pizza down, unsure of what to do.

Soon, the first box was gone, eight, ultra-thick slices of cheesy pizza well on their way into the stomachs of the famished females. They were seated on the carpet, leaning back on their hands as they breathed heavily.

"BUUUUURP!", went both girls in unison.

"C-come *urp* join us, Blake!", said Mary, patting the space beside her. "Aren't you hungry?"

"W-well, I'm not really t-too hungry...", he replied, a tiny little idea sparking in the back of his head despite his surprise. "Do you want me to go grab some drinks?"

"Like, that'd be super right about now, Blake!", said Katie, giving him a tiny little round of applause. "We're going to need it!"

You could say that again..., he thought as he found his way to the kitchen. It was rather easy, because he saw the fridge immediately a ways off when he stepped out of the room. Its facade was full of magnets, pictures of Mary in the past, and even a couple kitty cat stickers. Blake couldn't help but grin at her cuteness. He finally decided on a bottle of root beer from within the well-stocked shelves for them to drink. He would've gotten back sooner, but it was such a pain to locate the blasted cups. Finally, after a few minutes, Blake was able to spot an unopened bag of plastic red cups in one of the cabinets, and took both the cups and the soda pop with him as he went to join the girls.

"Like, Blake, this is seriously SO GOOD! Where did you buy this from?"

No. No, it had to be his eyes playing tricks on him again. There was no way that another pie was gone. No way!

"I know, right?!", Mary exclaimed, tossing the empty cardboard out of the way and reaching for another box. "Ooh, this one has extra cheese!"

"H-hey, don't you think you girls should be slowing down a bit? I mean, you pretty much just ate a whole pie each!" This was really getting out of hand! Blake had secretly wanted something like this to happen, but if they continued to eat at such a rate... they'd get sick!

"Hush, cutie pie...", Mary told him, putting a finger up to her lips. "We're pregnant, and we're starving. Shouldn't that be reason enough to pig out a little?"

He had been hungry before, but watching Mary and Katie stuff their faces full the Italian delights made him lose his appetite. But in a good way. A way as in he'd willingly give up eating his share to fulfill the females' wishes.

"Cutie pie? Are you two... going out... Mary?", Katie asked in-between bites.

Going out?!, Blake yelled in his mind, beginning to panic. Oh no... if Katie finds out about what happened earlier, I'm cooked! The secret will be out!

Mary opened her mouth to speak, but Blake wasn't taking any chances. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed two slices of extra cheese pizza and shoved it into her mouth. Mary's eyes widened in surprise, but her mouth acted instinctively to the extra amount of food. Her eyes slowly went back to normal again as she chewed, sighing at the delicious flavor of the pizza as Blake fed her.

"UUURP! H-hey, next time give me a warning, Blake. You... you can't just do that to me!"

Blake reddened when he realized what he had just done to his crush, but then looked at her confusedly when he didn't receive any sort of retaliation. In fact, Mary's reaction was exactly the opposite: she looked away from Black bashfully, reddening in the cheeks as she moaned and rubbed her exposed belly.

"Hey, no fair, Blake! Feed me, too!"

Blake's jaw dropped in amazement. Did these two... enjoy being stuffed?!

"Don't just stare at me! Take your hands and, like, pick up a few slices... like this!"

Katie crawled over to where Blake sat, her stomach sloshing rather noisily, took his hands, and placed them onto two new slices of pizza. She sat back before him, and opened her mouth with an "aaah" sound.

Taking the slices out, Blake doubled them up, and, just as he had done to Mary, pushed them into Katie's mouth. She ate vigorously, as if she hadn't had a meal in weeks, and quickly demolished the giant slices that were being fed to her. She let out a tiny burp, and pointed to her throat.

"Can you pour us some soda, Blake?", she asked.

"Me too!", Mary chimed in, stopping mid-slice to make her request known.

Careful not to open the bottle too quickly (for one never knew if it was going to explode in one's face or not), Blake poured the girls hefty amounts of root beer. Not a second passed after he was done pouring the first one before Mary snatched it away and began to guzzle it down. Katie followed suit, grabbing her cup with both hands and chugging it down with gusto.

"BUUUUUUUUURP! Ooh, excuse me! That was, like, rather unexpected."

"Katie, how in the world was that unexpuuuuUUUUURP! Whoahh... now I know what you're talking about, haha!"

Blake couldn't believe what utter pigs the girls were being. Didn't they care that their hands were getting all messy? How they were just belching in front of him? It was unreal!

This went on for a while longer, with the girls blazing through the pizza pies in record time, requesting drink refills and the occasional feeding from Blake when they needed it.

With the sixth pie out of the way, Blake was slightly relieved to see that girls were finally showing signs of slowing down. Though he was relieved, a part of him still wanted to see them... stuff themselves more.

"Ohhh...", moaned Mary, her belly seeming to have stretched forth quite a few inches since the girls began eating. "I'm starting to reach my limit... you guys go on without me..."

"Is that *hic* all you're worth, Mary?", Katie jeered, patting her own bulging belly. A barely noticeable line of sweat had begun to appear on her forehead, and Blake forced back a smile when he saw through her ruse. A wince of pain flashed across Katie's face for a nanosecond, but disappeared as she continued slapping her gigantic stomach. "Your belly's, like, bigger than mine, and even I still have more room!"

Mary rolled her eyes in disbelief as she belched, rubbing her overburdened tummy as it digested about three pies' worth of pizza. "If you're trying to get me to eat more, it's not *hic* working. I'm stuffed to the limit, Katie!"

"Like, I know what we can do!", said Katie, her eyes lighting up. She suddenly took Blake's arm and scooted closer to him, trying her best to hide the pain from her stuffed gut as she did so. "Whoever eats, urgh... whoever eats two of these things before the other gets to have Blake to themselves tonight!"

"What?!", cried Blake, trying to wriggle his way out of Katie's grip. Why was she suggesting such a thing?! She couldn't actually like him, could she?! No, what a silly thought, of course she didn't! She was just trying to get Mary jealous for some reason or something. Haha, yes, that was it. Blake was sure that was it. But still... he couldn't help but think back to his dream.

"Katie, no!", Mary told her sternly. "Blake is not going to partake in this little shenanigan of yours. Right, Blake?"

"Oh, c'mon Mary, you're no fun!", Katie pouted before Blake had a chance to respond. "Why should you care so much about what happens to him, anyway? Unless you're in love with him~!"

Mary and Blake looked at each other, both blushing as they scrambled to think of something to say.

"N-no, Katie, it's not like that at all! Me and him... we're, j-just friends!"

"Then I suppose you won't mind if we don't have the contest and I just hold onto him, would you?"

Hold onto him?!, thought Blake, feeling his heart beat faster and faster. The dream... the dream... all Blake could think about was the dream.

Mary was getting rather flustered, her face reddening as she realized Katie had backed her into a corner. "Fine!", she told Katie at length, reaching for another box. "You're on, sister!"

Moving surprisingly fast for a pregnant girl, Katie quickly unlatched herself from Blake and grabbed a pie herself, flipping the top open at nearly the same time as Mary and delved into it. Somehow, Katie awakened Mary's fighting spirit, and as painful as her bloated state was she wolfed down the extra slices with renewed vigor, not wasting a second as she vied against Katie.

The blondie, on the other hand, was beginning to slow. Apparently, she had been all bark and no bite. Right when she reached for her fifth slice, a seam in her pajamas ripped apart along her thigh, and Katie put her greasy hands on her belly to massage it. Blake blinked. Was it him, or had she gotten larger?

"Ohhh, what've I done...", Katie moaned. "I'm getting soooo FULL! This is, ohhh... to much! Mary, you win... I, like, can't go on! Urp!"

"Oh, no you don't!", Mary said as she attempted to move over to Katie. She was so incredibly stuffed, though, that it hurt to move even the slightest inch, and Mary winced from the pain as she leaned back into a comfortable position. "You're gonna... ohhhh... eat it all, just like me! Blake, I give you permission to stuff her silly!"

*PPPPOOOOOOOPPP*

The button on Mary's pajama bottoms burst of as she shifted around, flying right past the forehead of a panicking Katie and landing right by the TV.

There were three slices left, and then a whole 'nother box, too... hoo boy. Blake hoped that Katie wouldn't harbor any feelings of anger towards him for this.

He knew he really shouldn't have, but Blake's desire to see the girls totally stuffed was overriding his sense of right and wrong. Grabbing all three slices that were left in the box, he layered them on top of each other like a sandwich, forcing it into Katie's mouth before she could protest.

"Mmmmph! Mwake, shtop!", she cried as Blake fed her, hyperventilating as she struggled to chew. As the cheesy goodness slid down her throat, the rip in her pajamas widened, and the fabric of her top began to groan dangerously. With each new bite, her boobs seemed to fatten up ever so slowly.

"That's it, Blake...", Mary breathed, having just finished her own pie. "K-keep *UUURP* feeding her..."

Even Mary's clothes seemed to tighten up, inch upon inch becoming slowly added on to her extremely rotund waistline. Mary reached over for the second pie, opening it up after pouring herself another cup of soda. The way her outfit cut into her chubby body, constricting her copious flesh, looked downright uncomfortable.

"Uh, M-Mary, you... r-really want to continue?", asked Blake nervously, looking from one bloated female to the other. "Maybe we should-"

Mary held up a hand, cutting him off. "No! Buuuurp! We need to finish this! Now, Katie, watch as I win and keep my prize!"

Prize? What prize? Oh... is she talking about... me?, thought Blake, blushing at the fact that Mary wanted him so badly.

But in that next instant, Blake was blown away by her demonstration of that sheer want. After gulping down the soda, Mary lifted the lid, taking out the ENTIRE pie and folding EACH ONE, until she had created one humongous mega slice. Pressing it down in-between her hands, she let the extra grease fall into the box before taking her first bite.

"Watch...", she began, chomping away. "As I *nom* win! Urp! Blake, *nom* don't just stand and stare, KEEP FEEDING *nom* HER!"

Katie was too full, too delirious to resist any longer. Blake fed each slice, one by one, into her overworked maw as she leaned on his shoulder. "Blake...", she whimpered, losing her power as he continued shoving slices into her mouth. "You're going to make me fat..."

"I WIN! UUUUUUUURP! Ohhhh, ugh... t-take that, Katie. B-Blake is... urp... mine..." Mary held up an arm in triumph, her belly gurgling loudly as it began to really work towards digesting all she had eaten. Blake couldn't believe it! FIVE. She and Katie had both eaten FIVE pizza pies! Blake hadn't eaten any! The concept was overwhelming. It was stupendous. Blake would remember this day forever!

But Katie wasn't listening. Rhythmic breathing sounds came from her nose, the plump girl slumped against Blake's shoulder. "K-Katie, are you all... right?", Blake asked, giving her a little shake. And then it dawned on him. "Ohhh... you're asleep." Sorry for forcing you to eat like that, Katie... but y'know, you look really cute when you're asleep...

"I did it, Blake!", Mary bragged, grinning in spite of the pain. "And now you're all *hic* mine~"

Blake removed Katie's head from his arm, laying her as gently as he could up against the foot of the couch. Turning back to Mary, he couldn't help but smile. He wasn't sure if the gals were able to handle all of that pizza, but it looked like he was wrong. And just look at those guts! Mary's chunky legs were spread apart, her bulging belly laying heavily on the ground as it gurgled noisily. It was definitely bigger than it had been naught but a half hour ago.

Blake swallowed, trying his best to hide the pressure that had been slowly building within his pants. Among Blake's fetishes was something slightly more obscure, but nonetheless a thing he found downright sexy: the rumblings that a hungry or stuffed belly made.

"Mmmm... c'mere, Blakey, Mary wants a hug...", whispered Mary, winking at Blake. He blushed, but nervously obeyed, sliding over to her along the carpet. She wrapped her meaty arms around him, and pulled him until both of their heads rested on each other's shoulders. Mary hugged him tightly, and Blake noticed that the fruity scent from earlier that day seemed to have gotten stronger, and Blake couldn't even begin to smell the pizza on her. His mind became a jumbled mess as Mary started to sway with him, back and forth, back and forth, her giggles causing his heart to hammer away. Her belly, now substantially larger than it had been before, was pressed into his own stomach, and Blake swore that he felt a tiny kick from within her abundant womb.

"I feel like I'm a piece of dough, Blake...", she told him in a hushed, seductive tone. "And my belly just keeps rising and rising... any more food and I might just pop..."

"O-oh, you would?", Blake stammered, starting to sweat as her words turned him on. I don't know whether I want her to stop or keep going! I... I feel like I'm going to die from this feeling of happiness!

"I wanna thank you, Blake...", she continued on. "You helped my day go from horrible to amazing. But there's just oooone teensy little thing that'd make the night just perfect. You remember what you promised little old me, right?"

Yes. Yes he did. Blake would never have forgotten. That body lotion was a purchase he'd never regret, because now...

It was time... to rub her belly.




~


To be continued~





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Expecting The Unexpected, Part 3

Holy crap, this is actually happening! That was pretty much Blake's standard reaction to everything now, things were going so well. Unless his eyes were constantly playing tricks on him, of course.

Mary sat in front of him, legs spread apart, monster of a belly resting in-between them as it gurgled and sloshed with both food and fluid. She was already caressing it with her hands, moaning as she did so, barely being able to reach the sides of the sphere-shaped mass because of its size. Her face was a deep hue of red, her eyes staring off to the side as she furtively observed Blake watching her.

"What's the matter, Blake?" she asked in a hushed tone, getting on her knees and swaying her hips back and forth a little. "I thought you said you liked me liked me like this. Why don't you... prove that statement?" As she said this, she cupped her breasts in her hands and massaged them together, acting out a scene that had occurred way too many times on Blake's laptop screen.

Blake had now clue how to react. And... oh no, there was a warming sensation occurring within the confines of his drawers! He had to do something quick, or else Mary might see!

"I-I forget something in my car, Mary. I'll-I-I'll be right b-back!" he said, getting up quietly to leave. "Hurry back~", he heard Mary call sweetly after him. Outside, he rushed to the passenger's door and looked at the carpeting. There, in the bag, was the lotion he had purchased just for the occasion.

So that's why I decided to buy this!, he thought, smiling rather deviously as envisioned what would transpire, his fear of being with Mary suddenly dissolving.

He closed the door gingerly and silently made his way back in, careful not to wake Katie up as he entered the room again. Mary was spread-eagle on the floor, stretching from her binge of five pizzas. When she saw Blake with the lotion in his hands, a seductive smile replaced her expression of pain. She flipped herself over on her sides, her head resting on an open palm while the other rested on her thigh.

"What do ya got there, Blakey~?," she asked, that killer smile Blake loved her for still present on her face.

"If you must ask, my dear...", Blake began, surprising himself with his faked British accent and boldness. "...this marvelous little item is something that will make all of your stretchmarks and worries melt away like wax off a candle!" This caused Mary to giggle, Blake's attempt to sound like chivalrous chap having the desired effects on her.

He knelt to the floor and began sliding towards Mary, who was now leaning back on her hands, her shirt pulled up. Blake swallowed hard. This is what he had been waiting for: Mary's fully-exposed belly. It was exactly as he had envisioned: the skin incredibly taunt from her consumption of the large amounts of food, shining with a very healthy looking radiance. Whipped cream in color, her navel was definitely prominent, an entity all on its own. Blake still heard the noise of all the substance Mary had ingested being digested from within. It took all his energy not to faint from the massive amount of dopamine pumping through his body.

"So?" Mary inquired, teasing Blake by puffing out her belly, making it look bigger than it already was, something he didn't think was even possible. "Are you just gonna stare at it, or do those hands of yours actually have a use?"

Okay, the moment of truth!, Blake thought. This is about to happen!

Popping open the cap of the bottle, Blake dispensed a handful of the orange-colored, semi-solid gel into his palm, rubbing his hands together. And then, he reached out and began to gently massage Mary's gravid belly. It... it was even better than he had expected! The experience was intoxicating! He moved his hands over every inch of Mary's pregnant belly, covering it all with the gel until it shone as the light hit its surface. Blake reveled in the sensation of touching Mary's skin; it was euphoric to experience something one had been dreaming of for so long!

Likewise, Mary also enjoyed the attention Blake was giving her. She moaned happily every time Blake's hands applied and reapplied the bottle's contents on her belly, even gasping once or twice when Blake's hands hit a certain spot. Her entire body was heating up under his touch, the gel going from cold to hot whenever Blake applied more. At one point she grasped at the carpeting with her fingers when he passes over her belly button, something that Blake took note of. Surprisingly, Katie was still sound asleep at the other end of the couch, though she also moaned for some reason. Probably a dream about her boyfriend, Mary supposed.

However, Mary wanted to take things a step further. "Ohhh Blakey~?" she asked, her words like honey, entrancing and soft.

"Y-yes?" Blake responded, a tiny bead of sweat trickling down his back as his voice cracked.

"These clothes are sooooooo tight~!" she moaned, tugging on her shirt and pajama bottoms. "Can you help me get undressed so that I can be more... comfortable?" Her coy half-smile only added to Blake's ever-increasing excitement.

Thank you, God!, he praised, enjoying every moment he was having. This is unbelievable!

"S-s-sure, M-Mary, I'll... h-hey, what are you-!"

Mary had turned around, forcing Blake's legs open with her hands while she scooted her butt backwards. His heart skipped a beat as her plump rear rubbed against his inner thighs, and Blake gasped when she leaned back against his chest, sighing as her head rested on his cheek. Blake inhaled as silently as he could, retaining as much "Mary scent" as he could. Her hair still smelled like a tropical island! It overpowered even the orange scent of the lotion! This was unreal!

...He just hoped she didn't feel his raised flag. That would be embarrassing.

"Let's get started...," Mary began, whispering into Blake's ear. "First, my shirt..." She raised her arms into the air, Blake quickly wiping his hands on the carpet before obeying. It was a little hard to get off, considering that it was snug, but once it had passed over her breasts, the job became immensely easier. Now that her top was off, Blake got an amazing view of Mary's cleavage, and swore that he saw a little areola from where the cups were.

"Now the pajama bottoms~," Mary continued. For this, to Blake's surprise, Mary actually got up onto her knees, Blake's view obstructed by her shapely legs and rear. She bent over, put his hands around the sides of her pajama bottoms, and, on Blake's impulse, let her hands go while he nervously pulled them down. He was nearly eye-level with her private area, which was (thankfully) covered by a pair of pink panties. If Mary had had a wedgie, Blake was sure that he would've fainted.

Then, something happened that Blake would be burned into his memory forever. Turning around, Mary slowly descended on Blake until she stopped herself with her hands, which were supported her by her gigantic belly. She then proceeded to drop to her knees, one on each side of Blake's sides, and slowly lowered her head until their lips met in a kiss. Their first, real kiss, and Blake's first ever kiss. The moment was sublime and romantic. Mary pulled Blake's head in closer to hers, her fingers running through his hair as their tongues danced. Blake could now straddle Mary's pregnant belly, which gave him a feeling of embracing a giant balloon filled with pudding.

"Oh, Blake...," Mary moaned, her lips departing from his for a moment before meeting them again. Blake was so incredibly aroused now that his senses were muddles, and reaching third base seemed like a good idea right about then. He didn't care if she was preggers. In fact, that would make the experience even better! His hands gingerly made their way to her panties, but before he had the chance to pull them off--

"HHRAAAAAHHHH! MONSTERS UNDER THE BED!"

Mary and Blake looked toward the source of the yell and found it to have come from Katie, who had seemingly just woken up from a nightmare. Seeing this, the two quickly got up from their respective positions and sat back down on the carpet, quickly trying to adopt nonchalant expressions. After a bit, Katie was fully awake, and took note of a half-naked Mary.

"Hey, guys. *yawn* I must've, like, fallen asleep for a while." She then saw that both the pair's faces were quite red. "Ohhhh. Did I, like, interrupt a moment between you two?"

"Uh, no, no! Nothing happened, nothing happened," Blake quickly answered. "Mary was just, uh, uh, getting ready to take a bath! Yeah. She didn't want me to come back in when she was undressing, but I heard my phone and... uh..." He trailed off toward the end of his sentence, hoping to not trap himself in a web of lies.

And of course, Katie apparently bought it. "Oh! That's, like, understandable." Her face suddenly beamed with a smile. "Hey, I got an idea, Blake. Wanna, like, take a bath with us? That'd be the perfect way to end the night!"

This caused Mary and Blake's eyes to go wide in shock. Did Katie just suggest that she, Mary, and Blake get naked in the same tub? He might as well accept the principles of polygamy and take them both on as his wives!

Things are getting way too outta hand. I was lucky enough that she was able to by my story, but if I actually agree to this...!

"Uh, Katie," Blake began, rubbing the back of his head. "That's a real generous offer of you--really, it is--but I, uh, already took a bath while you were sleep. Mhm. And Mary was just about to take hers. Weren't you, Mary?"

Mary nodded slowly, going with Blake's second lie, but was that a... no, it couldn't be. A hint of disappointment in her eyes? He decided not to think about it too much. Any more excitement and his heart would stop for sure.

The girls then made their way upstairs to get their bathing out of the way, leaving Blake downstairs to reflect. He began to wonder more about the dream he had with Katie, and how she was acting quite friendly towards him. Was he really going to marry Katie, and not Mary? And for that matter, would he ever get married, period? He sure hoped so!

But, nah, that dream can't be right. Me and Mary are together now, and she... she even let me undress her! And kiss her! We're really close now, right?

Sheer exhaustion finally caught up with Blake and, after pulling out the bed from underneath the couch cushions--he recalled Mary mentioning something about it when he first arrived--finally went to sleep after brushing his teeth and changing in the downstairs bathroom.

However, that night his dreams were interrupted by a creaking that came from behind the couch. It was maybe one in the morning; the moon was still out, but surrounded by a patches of clouds, making it harder for him to see what was behind the furniture. He could still hear the creaking, but it stopped when the sound had been heard from the side of the pull-out bed.

"Blake...?" the voice groaned. He recognized it as Mary's. "Can Katie and I sleep with you tonight? Our bellies keep brushing up against each other it's keeping us up. Not to mention the cold..." Blake somewhat understood what Mary was getting at. Usually, a woman heavy with a child kept a body pillow so they could alleviate the pressure that was being forced on their back. But Blake could care less about that information. For all he knew, he was still asleep, experiencing yet another amazing dream.

"Sure. Get in..." he mumbled, lifting the sheets up.

The two girls took their positions in the bed: Katie on the right, Mary on the left. Mary and Katie then draped their arms around Blake's neck and sighed. Mary actually grasped Blake's legs with hers, pulling herself closer and providing Blake with extra warmth. He put his hand on her belly and slowly moved it back and forth, hearing a few more gurgles from within her stomach.

This is a nice dream, Blake thought, and drifted back to sleep.


~


Have you ever slept in a new place before? And then you wake up all disconcerted, having no clue where the heck you are? Well...

"Mmmm... good morning, Blake!"

Blake's eyes snapped open, and he looked around wildly for a bit. And then he remembered after a few seconds. He was at Mary's house. Oh, and man, that dream! If all of 'em turned out that way, then keep 'em coming!

"Yeah, good morning Mary...", Blake said through a yawn, turning his head to the source of her voice. "How'd you sleep last... last... w-wait a second..."

Blake shot up out of bed, beholding the sight of a sleepyhead Mary clad in her constricting bra and panties. He just stared, frozen, at her, his head cocked to the side as he tried to make sense of it.

"You know, you move around a lot at night, Blake...", said Mary, removing a couple wisps of hair out of her eyes. She smiled, sending a wink his way, and Blake began to back up. "I had to hold you tighter every so often..."

"Hahaha, t-this is a joke, right?", he asked, intending to make his way towards the left side of the bed. "I'm... I'm still dreaming, right?"

Suddenly, Blake felt something large and soft press up against his back, something else round and hard pushing against his lower half.

"Blake, it's too early for stimulation!"

"Gaaaaah!", Blake yelled, leaping up to his feet and bouncing off of the couch bed. He whirled around, finding that Katie had also been sleeping with him, just like he had dreamed.

"Pssh, yeah right, Katie! Like Blake would ever want to stimulate you!", Mary declared with a grin, getting in position to stand up.

"Well, why wouldn't he?", the blonde asked, frowning. "I'm so irresistibly hot that he'd choose me in a heartbeat! Right, Blake?... Blake?"

He was gone! Both girls got up and circled around, searching for him, be was not to be found.

"Hey, girls, uh... if you stop fighting, breakfast will come faster!"

"Hey, he's in the kitchen!", Mary cried, clapping her hands excitedly. "He's going to make us food!"

"Ugh...", Katie replied, making a face of disgust while she rubbed her belly. "I think I ate so much that it hasn't all digested yet!"

"Ohh, don't be a spoilsport, Katie! You'd better eat everything he makes us or else I'll, uh... I'll force you to drink all of the milk we have in the house!"

"N-no, Mary, don't!", Katie cried, shaking her head vehemently. "I'll eat it all, I promise! H-hey, like, I feel hungry all of a sudden! Haha!"

Mary grinned. Her airhead friend was way too easy to persuade sometimes. But... she had been acting quite partial to Blake ever since last night. Was she beginning to... like him?


~


Blake was thoroughly impressed with the sheer amount of kitchen appliances and ingredients at his disposal. Mary's parents sure were well off!

"Don't even get me started on how spotless everything is...", he mumbled to himself as he flipped a pancake over. His thoughts were all over the place as he prepared a smorgasbord for the girls. How everything had first began, his dream, last night with Mary, how both Mary and Katie had actually ended up in his bed last night...

Speaking of last night, he had truly been astounded by how much pizza the girls were able to fit into their bellies, taking their current states into consideration. Too much of that would get them super chunky...

Heh heh... that'd be something I wouldn't mind in the slightest.

And then, acting upon this thought, Blake "accidentally" added in too much butter and sugar to the next batch he made. And didn't he see bacon in the fridge before? Oh, whoops, don't wanna forget about the hash browns, either. They could do with a bit more grease...

This uncontrollable giddiness welled up within Blake as, soon, he was making the food as fatty as possible, rubbing his hands together as a gallon of Turkey Hill egg nog caught his eye on the bottom fridge shelf.

"Hee hee hee!", Blake cackled to himself, taking out two, super-sized mugs. This is gonna be awesome! Perhaps I can cook like this all the time for them!


~


"Ohhh, Maryyy, how much longerrrr?" Katie was practically ripping her hair out, the delicious aromas wafting in from the kitchen making her go crazy. Her overburdened belly gurgled like mad, a drop of saliva running down the side of her mouth.

"J-just stay calm, tummy...", Mary said, addressing her stomach as thought it were alive, not even paying mind to Katie's whining. Her forehead was down on the tabletop, her stomach in pure agony from her wild imagination. She just wanted to stuff herself silly! It was awful, she was becoming such a glutton, ruining her figure! Her hunger would have to be checked soon, for she was well on the path to becoming a pregnant blimpo.

And then he came through the door, the god of the kitchen ready to save the girls from starvation. "Blake, what took you so long?!", Mary squealed, her exhilarated tone of voice betraying the self-control that she had decided on not but a few seconds earlier.

"Food! Glorious food!", cried Katie, panting as she gazed upon the giant platters that Blake carried in each outstretched palm.

"Do you two... like my chef's hat?" Blake's eyes shifted skyward, and he bobbled his head to emphasize the headgear he wore. "I found it hanging up on a rack in the back of the-"

"BLAKE!!!", both girls yelled in unison. "WE'RE HUNGRY NOW! PUT THE DAMN FOOD DOWN ALREADY!"

"Okay, okay! Hold your horses!" Blake smiled at the two females, their bodies still absent of clothes, tummies growling hungrily. He walked over carefully to the table and set the first two platters down, sliding out a couple of plates from underneath.

It seemed as though only a millisecond elapsed as Blake set the porcelain plates down before the girls began to grab generous helpings of the chocolate pancakes and hash browns, filling their plates to the brim as they stuffed their faces simultaneously.

"MMMM!!!", Mary exclaimed happily, her eyes fluttering in a foodgasm. "Bwake, thethe ur tha beft!", she told him with a mouth full of chocolate pancake. Katie nodded her head, chewing and swallowing rather furiously as her hand shot out for more.

"T-there's more, don't worry girls!", Blake told them, rushing back through the kitchen door. "I made different flavors of pancakes, too!"

And as Blake grabbed a heaping platter of banana pancakes and the cups for the girls, he knew then and there that he had stumbled upon dangerous knowledge. Food is their downfall. They've become addicted to it!

And if an extra four servings of powdered sugar wandered onto the surface of the pancakes, hidden by great big melted slabs of butter, well... whoopsie daisies~!


~


"Hic... ohhh, Mary, I knew this was a bad idea! Like, jeez, I feel like I'm gonna pop!"

"Hush up...", Mary groaned, rubbing her massive, overfed pregnant womb. "Blake... hand me... the egg nog..."

Blake snapped out his trance, rushing over to grab the container so that he could ferry it over to Mary. Once again, both girls had done it... they had eaten it all! Every last crumb of food! All of the flapjacks were gone, all of the sausages and bacon had been consumed, the bulk of the household supply of potatoes nearly depleted... everything was just GONE.The trips back to the kitchen to fulfill the gluttonous yells for more became uncountable, Blake's eyes bulging out of their sockets as he witness both girls pack it away. And now, fulfilling both their desires, Blake handed Mary the incredibly thick drink that she had requested.

But instead of pouring another glass for herself, she inserted the top in-between her lips, chugging it down like no tomorrow. Blake's jaw dropped. She's going to explode if she doesn't stop soon! D-does she always go overboard like this?! But then: I wonder how much weight she'll gain from that alone...

Much to Blake's relief, though, Mary stopped draining the container, but only to cough as she sputtered the egg nog. It dribbled onto her bust and down her belly as she set the gallon down. She wiped her mouth, licking her lips as she leaned her head back.

"BUUUUUUUURP! Mmmm... s-so goood~, ohhh...! Blake, I need a belly ruuuurp!"

"Oh, n-no problem!" Already turning red in the face as he walked over to her, especially since Katie was watching them this time, Blake reached down and began to rub the front of Mary's belly with both hands, occasionally gliding his finger over her belly button. Her sexy belches smelled sweet, a mix of egg nog and fruit, and the loud gurgles that came from Mary's stomach only sped up Blake's heartbeat. Her waistline had definitely grown once again, her stomach stuffed to the max from the breakfast feast. Blake could feel the blood roaring in his head as Mary's dewy eyes met his, and Blake felt an incredible rush as Mary sent a sly wink his way.

"Hey, like, what's going on?", Katie demanded in between burps. "Blake, my tummy needs TLC, too!"

Blake raised an eyebrow at Mary. Is it really alright for me to do?

Mary smiled, and gave Blake a slow nod. "But be quick about it... Blakey~..."

"Ha ha, s-sure!", he replied nervously, shakily walking over to where Katie sat. The blonde perked up immediately, and even made the effort straighten out a bit more in her chair. Blake had had time with Mary's belly, but Katie's was a different story entirely. There was a tiny little beauty mark to the left of her navel, its volume was, overall, smaller than Mary's, and was of a whiter complexion than Mary's belly. As Blake's hand descended on Katie's abundant, taut orb, he could've sworn that he felt a tiny little kick from within. And then, a loud rumbling came from Katie's stomach while he rubbed.

"Like, whoops!", Katie cried, surprising Blake by blushing. "Whatever you're doing, Blake, it's, like, working, heh heh! The pain is gone already!"

Woah, she is super cute when she blushes... no, no, Blake, stop thinking about her in that way! Mary's the one I love, Mary! Not Katie!

"Er, uh, maybe I should go, and um... um..." Even though he never finished the sentence, Blake stepped away from Katie, moving quickly to pick up the leftover dishes. "O-oh, hey, I know!", he exclaimed over Katie's protest (she was really enjoying the rubs). "Is there... anything you girls want to do today? Since I've got my car, I can, y'know, drive you around if you want."

"What a coincidence, Blake...", said Mary, absentmindedly rubbed her belly. "I was going to mention that I've been needing to buy some new clothes lately..."

"Me *urp* too!", Katie chimed in, raising her hand as though she were in a classroom.

"...so would you mind taking us both to the mall today? BUUUUUUUURP! Oh, excuse me! That was a big one!"




~



To be continued~

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Expecting The Unexpected, Part 4

Stares, stares, and more stares. Blake had just about had it up to here with those stares! So what if he was locked arm in arm with two pregnant beauties? Damn people, jumping the gun before finding out all the details...

The mall was relatively uncrowded, despite it being just about noon time, which suited Blake just fine; he hated places that were overly crowded.

"Hey, like, what stores are we going to hit? Urp! Oh, like, heh, excuse me..." Still digesting the huge breakfast from that morning, Katie occasionally let out a burp or two as they walked along. Sometimes, and comically so, it would occur while she was in the middle of talking.

Blake had been adamant about following the girls around to all the stores they wanted to visit, but now that they were here, he was having second thoughts. When it came down to it, shopping for clothes with girls was, well, shopping for clothes with girls, and the idea bored him to no end. Even if it was with Mary and Katie.

"Well, I think Blake wants to go to GameStop... am I right?" Almost as if reading Blake's mind, Mary's suggestion was a lifesaver to him. To have suggested it himself would've been rather rude to the two girls he had promised to watch over while out in the big city. "... and so do I," Mary finished.

Oh yeah, that's right!, Blake recalled. Mary likes video games, too!

"Well, like, I hope you two don't mind, but I'm gonna head to Macy's and shop around for some new outfits."

"Alright, Katie!", Mary exclaimed, rather happy to get some time alone with Blake. "Will you pick up some things for me if you seem them?"

"Like, of course!", Katie replied. "I know your size and style inside out, girl!"

Blake had to wonder if Katie's memories of that "size and style" was before the girls began gaining weight from their pregnancies. Heh heh, most likely... anything Katie buy will definitely hug their curves really well...

"Um, let's meet back here at the front in about an hour and a half, okay girls?", Blake suggested. "This way we don't have to rush."

"Sounds like a plan, Blakey~", Mary agreed, squeezing Blake even closer to her body. "Don't lose track of time, alright, Katie?"

"Have some, like, faith in me, 'kay?", Katie joked, slowly waddling away as she waved to both Blake and Mary. A few guys that passed by the pregnant blonde goggled her mammoth chest, poor Katie quite oblivious to what such a revealing top might do to some men. Sighing, Blake just grinned as shook his head.

As soon as Katie was out of sight, though, Mary pulled Blake in by the neck and gave him a short but sweet smooch.

"H-hey, Mary!", Blake wailed in a hushed voice. "We're in public!"

"You're all mine now, Blake...", Mary told him, positioning her head underneath his arm. "No more Katie to interrupt. So, what's your favorite genre when it comes to gaming?"


~


"Miss?"

Katie turned to see a cheerful store attendant behind her, flashing her pearly whites in a warm smile. "Do you need any help finding what you're looking for?"

"Oh, thanks, but no thanks!", Katie told the woman. "I know what I'm looking for!"

The woman's face faltered, instead being replaced by a confused frown. "But this is the section for petites...", she began.

"And I'm a petite girl!", Katie fired back innocently. "I've always worn these sizes!"

Vying for the "Most Ironic Blondie of the Year" award, Katie's statement was ridiculously contrasted by her big boobs, enormous belly, and chunky thighs that she had somehow managed to fit into an old pair of jean shorts she brought with her that morning. Though nothing compared to Mary's rump, which was currently filling out some gray tights to their absolute capacity somewhere in the mall's GameStop, Katie's ass was still large enough to warrant a good, long stare from quite a few passerby. But of course, the main attraction was her chest, the decision to leave an extra button unbuttoned that morning on her flannel shirt allowing a bit of her bra to show.

"I... I see...", the employee said. "W-well, the maternal section is just over th-"

"Oh, why didn't you say so?!", Katie exclaimed. "I'm, like, gonna surprise my friend by buying us some awesome lingerie!"

This sudden outburst threw the woman off even more. How old was this girl?! What could she possibly need lingerie for?! She was pregnant enough already, she didn't need to be put in more steamy situations! But still, the store attendant regained her composure to the best of her ability and led the bubbly Katie over to the maternity clothing area.

"Well, M-Miss, if you need me any more help, I'll be waaaay over there!" The woman pointed all the way across the Macy's, and quickly began to walk in the direction her hand had indicated. "Probably best to go on my lunch break now...", she mumbled while marching away speedily.

"Okay, thanks for your help!", Katie called while backing up. "Oof! Hey, like, what gives?"

Katie, being her usual self and not paying attention to her surroundings, had bumped into another female's belly by accident. "Oh my gosh, like, I am so sorry, I didn't see you there!", she apologized profusely. And then she got a look at the woman's stomach. "Holy mackerel, girl! Like, how many are in there?!"

She didn't think it was possible, but here was another female with a pregnant womb that was larger than even Mary's!

"Hey, now that I have a better look at you, you don't seem that much older than me...", Katie told the embarrassed girl. "What's your name?"

"Uh, w-well...", the girl stammered, desperately wanting to run from this rather loud blonde. "My n-name's Ashley..."

Something about Ashley's red hair and green eyes struck her as odd somehow. And her voice, too. She didn't talk like normal people around here. And then, the answer hit Katie! "Oh, like, you must be German!"

The girl furrowed her brow, and chuckled a little bit. "No, I'm not German, I'm Scottish. I just moved in the other day with my family to continue my schooling here. After my final year, I'll be heading off to an American college. At least, hopefully, since I'm going to have kids to take care of... do you happen to know where Tally High School is?"

"Like, you're the same age as me!", Katie exclaimed, clasping her hands together in delight. "And that's my high school! I, like, hope we're going to be classmates! Oh, my name's Katie, by the way!"

"O-oh, nice to meet you, Katie...", Ashley replied, slightly unsure of whether to share in the joy or not. This American girl seemed rather... wild. Not to say that Ashley wasn't wild if you gave her the chance. Just look at what that had done to her belly.

"C'mon, let's be shopping buddies, Ashley!", the blonde cried delightfully, linking her arm with the Irish girl. "Do you, like, know your size in lingerie?"


~

"I... I had a lot of fun with you today. Just thought I'd let you know, heh heh..."

"Aww, Blake, you're so cute when you blush~!"

Blake and Mary had just finished up their shopping at good ol' GameStop, where the guy at the counter had raised both eyebrows sky high when the couple entered. "Not everyday you see a preggo gamer...", he had mumbled while heading into the back to retrieve a new copy. Mary had wanted to try out Brawl during the time she and Blake were together at the house, and so that's what Blake decided upon for them. His main was Luigi, something that the teen was quite proud of.

"I, I g-guess!", Blake stammered, looking away from Mary. "Say, uh, do you suppose Katie is still shopping? She seems like she'd be the type to... to..." Holy. Crap. No way. There is no way this is happening right now.

Rounding the corner to their rendezvous point, Blake's jaw must've dropped all the way to the floor. No, this was not the effect of the large shopping bag stuffed with clothes that Katie held onto tightly. Something greater... MUCH greater... loomed into Blake's vision.

"There they are!", he heard Katie tell this stranger. "Go say hi!"

Blake even felt Mary stiffen up. He looked over at her facial expression to see she was just as shocked as he was. The closer they got, the more it dawned on Blake that this new girl... she... she had the biggest pregnant belly he had ever seen!

"Um... h-hi there. Your name's Blake, right...? And you're M-Mary? M-my name is..."


~


Phew... what a day!, Blake thought to himself. With this "Ashley" added to the mix, he felt as though he might faint! Not only was most of the day with his voluptuous Mary stimulating enough, but he had been introduced to yet ANOTHER pregnant girl who lived in the neighborhood! To top it off, Katie had even planned for a sleepover again!

If my parents, like, listen to my story about how much fun I had, they might, like, let me and Ashley stay over tomorrow with Mary again, was what Blake remembered Katie saying.

Now, in the process of driving back to Mary's house after dropping Katie and Ashley back off at their respective homes, he was kinda glad to finally have some real alone time with Mary. Although he would somewhat miss Katie's debaucherous ideas. He was still up in the air about whether she liked him or not. And if she did... how would Mary react? For that matter, what was Katie's story, anyway? And of course, the dream... did it hold any significance? Dreams often don't, right? Right?

"Hey, Blake, slow down, we're here!"

Snapping out of his daydreaming, Blake saw Mary's driveway coming up ahead. He turned on his turn signal and pulled in, stopping inches from the closed garage door. After removing the key from the ignition, he went over to the passenger's side door, taking Mary's hand in his and helping her out in a chivalrous attempt. He guessed that it worked, considering how Mary caressed her cheek and blushed as a result of receiving such special attention.

"Thanks, Blake... you're really kind..."

They entered her house with little left in mind. They were both exhausted from the mall. Contrary to popular belief, standing around all day was harder than it looked. To Blake, his feet felt like he had just ran a 10K run without stopping and was just now feeling the full extent of the pain. He took off his shoes and made his way to the couch, dropping the bag containing the new game he had bought off to the side.

"That was some fun we had, huh, Mary?" he said, watching as she kicked off her own pair of shoes and plopped down next to him on the couch.

"You said it...," she sighed, thankful to finally be able to sit down. Blake could only imagine how she must be feeling, and felt like alleviating some of her fatigue.

"Want me to, uh... give you a foot rub?" Blake asked sheepishly.

Mary smiled brightly at his request. "Oh, Blakey, that would be just wonderful!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, burying his face in her cleavage. While he had to admit it felt nice, he quickly forced himself to pull away, reddening as thoughts of last night entered his head.

The foot-rubbing itself was heavenly for Mary. All throughout, she let out moans and sighs of relief whenever Blake applied pressure to a certain area she said was bothering her. She especially liked it when Blake got between her toes, as they looked to have almost joined from being confined in her shoes all day. But after a while, the massage was over, and as Mary rested her head on Blake's chest, she requested what they both knew had been coming: a belly rub. Tenderly lifting up her shirt, Mary smiled as Blake placed both hands on her gravid belly and began to run his hands all along its smooth surface.

They each let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the peaceful calm that came from being alone together with the person they loved. However, a short while later, a loud rumbling was coming from Mary's belly again. It seemed to last for an eternity, sounding like a male lion warning off an enemy. Blake had felt it with his hands and noticed that Mary's cheeks beginning to redden as she bit her lip. Did she actually... enjoy that rumbling sensation? Was the feeling different for pregnant girls? N-no, the notion was just downright crazy... she was probably just embarrassed... right?

"Oooooh..." she had moaned, putting both of her hands on her belly after it was over. "I'm getting a teensy bit hungry, don't you think?" Blake chuckled lightly at what he assumed was a joke Mary had made. Another rumbling came shortly after, with Mary cooing at her tummy, trying to calm it and her babies down.

She then turned to Blake, a smile on her face. "Hey, Blaaaake..." she made a pair of walking legs with her index and middle finger on Blake's shoulder, her belly now between his legs again. "I know something we could dooo~"

She's speaking in that voice again, Blake's mind tried to warn him. Trying to persuade you! However, Blake didn't care. He was more than happy to hear her talk like that to him.

"How abouuut... we go to that classy burger place down the street?" Mary finished, her head resting under Blake's chin. He was once again whiffing in what he had come to call "The Mary Scent". One small sniff and he'd agree to do practically anything she said . But remembering last night's pizza binge, he realized that he would have to start cutting down on his spending, lest he spend his next twenty years living with his parents. Now that would be a hell he didn't want to visit.

"Y-yeah, er, I don't know, Mary," he answered shyly, rubbing the back of his head. "I kinda spent a lot of money yesterday buying you and Katie all that pizza. C-can't we just eat a meal here tonight?"

"But Blaaaake!" Mary whined, frowning in the cutest way possible. "I thought you liked me! You'd say no to our very first date?" She looked back at him with the kind of eyes puppies have when they're begging for an extra doggy biscuit. Then, there came another rumbling from between Blake's legs, causing Mary's cheeks to redden again.

Blake swallowed hard. F-first date?! I can't turn her down now! W-well, it shouldn't be that bad, right?

"Alright, Mary, l-let's get ready, then!"

Mary squealed in delight and kissed Blake on the lips, pulling away afterwards to reveal half-closed, seductive eyes. She leaned closer to Blake's ear and whispered, "And after we're done... we can have a little more fun tonight with that lotion, hee hee!"

Blake's heart almost skipped a beat. If he died after tonight, he would have no regrets.


~


(45 minutes later)

"You almost ready, Mary?" Blake called up the stairs. Mary had finished getting done with her shower a couple minutes ago and had gone to her room to get dressed. In what, he didn't know, but, according to Mary, it was something he was gonna like. As for himself, it took him hardly any time at all to freshen up and get dressed, so he was getting rather excited and nervous.

"In a second, Blakeey!" came her sing-song response. Blake just stood at the bottom of the stairs, twidling his thumbs in a thumb war to pass the time. All the while, his heart rate was steadily increasing. This reminded him of something, a memory he had nearly forgotten. Two years ago, after one of their school's many football games, back when they were simply friends, Mary had made Blake tag along with the team and her friends to the grand opening of Old Time's Sake, the new retro burger joint in town. It was a step back in time once someone entered; snazzy ragtime music played on one of those no-person pianos, booths with red leather were everywhere, and a great many black and white posters of famous people and bands hung all across its walls. They even had a promotion: the first hundred customers got a free t-shirt and a $25 gift card!

Back then, Blake's hidden affection for Mary was reaching its peak, and he had yearned for the experience to be an actual dinner date with her. The food was wonderful, and all around everyone had ordered burgers, fries, and a shake to wash it all down.

As everyone conversed, Blake thought, for a split second, that a customer commented aloud about how nice Mary looked sitting next to him! He looked over quickly at Mary, but no response. She was just happily munching away and talking to a friend of hers about the latest fashion trends.

However, that was then, and this is now. Boy, was he glad it was now!

And Blake's thoughts were now interrupted by a sight that nearly made his heart skip a beat. Mary wasn't lying when she said she'd be wearing something Blake would enjoy... a form-fitting, button-up red dress! It looked to be recent, too, since there were no noticeable wrinkles, but, since her pregnancy, Mary's dress was barely able to contain her voluptuous figure. Her hips and belly were the most accentuated (the buttons around her navel straining the most), and she had left the top two buttons of her collar undone, revealing a generous amount of her ample cleavage. To Blake, Mary looked to be the goddess of fertility, descending from the heavens to spend time with her earthly lover.

Mary smirked at Blake's stunned expression and wiggled her hips, which only made his eyes widen more. "So?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"

"A...Amazing...," was all Blake could say. Any other description that was in his head was lost in a tempest of thoughts. Why, he could practically stare at her all day! Though, he would never admit how badly he would have liked to caress Mary then and there, rubbing his hands all over her body, slowly sliding the dress off of her and...

"Blake?!" Mary yelled, causing Blake to shake his head of any more fantasies. "Are we going or what? My belly's been practically screaming ever since I've been upstairs." As if to emphasize her point, her belly gave out another tremendous growling, causing both of their faces to redden.

"Um, yeah, t-that sounds like a good idea. Sorry for zoning out on you." With that, Blake and Mary interlocked hands and proceeded out the door.

Blake and Mary: The Second Coming, Blake thought to himself, cracking a smile. What a wonderful thought!


~



The lovely summer air at night was something Blake found himself to be enjoying lately. That, and the gem of his life, right by his side...

But of course, things don't always go according to plan. Sometimes you've just got to expect the unexpected. Which is exactly what life threw at him on the their way to Old Time's Sake.

"Hey, Blake! Blake...? Blake, is that you?" It was... Danny?! Oh, no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. This was the last thing Blake needed right now. He didn't want the guys back at work to start gossiping about how Blake was seen walking around with a pregnant girl. Worse, there might be even more insults and jeers from his peers come next school year if the word got out.

"Who is that, Blake?" Mary asked, pointing up ahead.

"Just keep walking, and put your head down...," Blake mumbled. The duo's steps quickened, but to Mary, the reason why was still a mystery. Was the guy up ahead dangerous?

"What's wrong, Blake? Why are we going so fast?"

"Just keep walking," Blake repeated. His plan worked; a couple seconds later, he and Mary were walking by a befuddled Danny, who stood underneath a street lamp, scratching his head in confusion.

"Sorry, stranger, thought you were someone else...", Danny called out once they had passed. Blake couldn't help but grin. I can't believe that worked, heh heh...

And the good luck just kept coming. Another twenty steps and they were outside the doors of Old Time's Sake. The restaurant looked as good as it did the day it first opened. From outside, Blake and Mary could hear the sound of the piano playing a famous ragtime song of some kind, a sure sign that the place was as good as ever. There were also some cars outside, but not a lot to deem it a full house, which gave Blake a sense of relief and calm. The smell of fried food and burgers wafted through the air, which the duo inhaled to great delight, Mary rubbing the top of her bulging middle.

Blake stepped forward and held the door open for his girlfriend. "After you, miss," he beckoned with an outstretched hand. Mary took his hand and giggled at how silly Blake was beginning to act again.

"You sure know how to treat a lady," she said.

Once inside, they felt the full atmosphere of the restaurant swirl around them like a pleasant breeze. The place had a certain energy that made those who entered feel right at home, like they were visiting a grandparents' house, what with plenty of laughter and joyous conversation. But Blake and Mary weren't here to meet anyone, only to spend some time together.

They strode up to the counter and surveyed what they were going to order. Blake decided on his all-time favorite: the double bacon cheeseburger with a large fry and soft drink. As for Mary, she decided on a 8-piece chicken strip basket, two double cheeseburgers, and, to Blake's astonishment, four root-beer floats.

Hopefully she doesn't get a stomachache..., Blake thought to himself. Sure, he wanted Mary to be happy about her figure and not worry about what she ate all the time, but still... overboard much? Even so, he remained silent about his opinion regarding her order.

The woman behind the counter was equally surprised by the pregnant Mary's order. Reluctantly, she asked, "Would you like to supersize each of your meals for two dollars more?" Mary's eyes went wide with excitement! She didn't know you could supersize your meal!

"Oh, Blakey, can we? Can we, please!" Mary begged, a huge grin across her face.

And, well, how could he say no? The cashier then handed them their table number and told them that it would be about fifteen to twenty minutes before their food would be ready. This caused Mary to give an annoyed sigh. She didn't want to wait that long!

The couple then made their way to their seats. Choosing a larger booth, they sat side by side, Blake closest to the wall and Mary closest to the aisle. Her stomach kept rumbling from not being given its proper tributes, but Mary and Blake's hands were always there to try and soothe the "savage beast" whenever it threatened the pair (as Mary had now called her belly whenever it made noises).

However, the moment of truth was upon them. After a very long wait (at least, Mary thought so), the food had finally arrived, and Blake stared in awe at the sheer amount of deliciousness that exuded from the spread. For Mary, hers took up the most space, but that was no surprise, considering how everything was intentionally larger. Blake's food was also big, but it seemed minuscule in comparison to Mary's gigantic proportions.

"Well, let's dig in!" Mary said, proceeding to take the first bite of her juicy chicken strips. They were heavenly, to say the least. Each bite ushered in a new feeling of exuberance for her, and it was only made better by each sip of the ice cream sodas.

But Blake had something else to look at, as hard as it was to believe. As he was eating his burger, he suddenly became aware of many of the restaurant's patrons looking at Mary with a sense of disdain and contempt. Due to Mary's ravenous display, they seemed to think that she was no more than a ferocious pig consuming any-at-all food that was within grabbing distance. But Blake shot them back stares of his own--stares that conveyed his utter anger and contempt at these people. He was telling them--daring them--to say something--anything--about his girlfriend that would hurt her feelings.

And if they did... well, he didn't know what he was going to do, because no one ever felt like continuing to mess with him after being glared at.

After the other customers stopped staring at the couple, Blake resumed eating, stopping only for a second to see how Mary was holding up. Turns out, it wasn't Mary that needed to be looked after; it was her dress that caught Blake's attention. Already on her fifth strip of greasy, breaded chicken, one of her burgers already a fourth of the way gone, her body did not go without any change. Gaze travelling toward his girlfriend's hips, Blake gasped as he saw that a couple seams had come loose, and now exposed a couple inches of meaty skin and a bit of Mary's white panties. The same thing was to be said about the sides of her abdomen, a small section of creamy flesh that was becoming more exposed by the second. He couldn't believe it! Blake knew that dress had been too tight for her!

Tossing the empty basket aside, Mary licked the grease off of her hands and sighed happily, moving on quickly to finish off the rest of the first root beer float, belching afterwards. Blake swore that the cheeseburger she proceeded to take hold of was at least the length a medium-sized bowl. They had really meant it when they said supersized! Did she really intend to finish it all?!

Watching her, for some reason, caused Blake to lose his appetite, a feeling of angst building up in his stomach as she continue to pack it away. What was going to happen to her if she continued to gorge herself, he asked. Halfway through the burger, Mary put it down and sighed, mouth still full of food as she laid her head back and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Uh, Mary, are you f-feeling alright? Do you want me to... give you a rub?"

She nodded in response, swallowing as she reached for her second float. With each gulp, Blake could feel Mary's belly burgeon out ever so slightly, the fizz and food causing the fabric of her dress to make faint groaning sounds.

I sure hope that dress doesn't give up the fight, Blake thought, though he honestly wouldn't have minded seeing Mary out of her clothes... even if it was in public. Good thing for him, he was about to get his wish. Or at least, part of it.

*RRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPP*

*POP* *POP*

"Ooooh... getting full...", Mary moaned, setting down the huge, empty mug that had just been full of sugary soda. "BUUUUUUURP! Ohhh, that feels so much better... Blake, don't stop rubbing my belly... mmmm, ahhhh..."

Now, not only did more of her legs and love handles show through the seams, but the two buttons that had looked about to blow before finally did. Blake's hand slid slowly across to her belly button, the audible gurgling coming from within Mary's belly a combo of maternal fluids and growing amount of ingested food. Blake swallowed and felt his cheeks begin to flush as a couple people began to stare again. He decided, screw it, let them stare. He'd just focus all of his attention on Mary and forget about them.

"Uh, Mary, are you sure you want to continue?", Blake inquired timidly. "Maybe you should take a br-"

"Oh, no Blake!", she cried, eyes going wide with disbelief at his suggestion. "This food is way too amazing to put down! I've gotta keep *urp* going!"

Perhaps driven by Blake's skeptical comment, Mary began to stuff herself at an even faster rate, chewing and swallowing in-between long gulps from the addictive floats. Breathing heavily after finishing the burger, Mary moved on to the next one straight away, applying BBQ sauce this time before taking an insane bite out of it. Blake felt something hit his leg, and realized that it was Mary's thigh as she tried to make more room for her growing gut! But one look at how tightly the pregnant teenager was packed into that red dress, much like Chef Boyardee's overstuffed raviolis, and Blake knew that the most room Mary could possibly manage to gain was, at the most, an inch.

"Ohhmmm, Bwake...", Mary moaned through a mouthful of food. "I'm gonna pwop... but ith juth tho good..."

"Alright, Mary, t-that's quite enough, I think you should...!" But when Blake reached out to stop Mary from taking another bite, she did something very surprising. Even though she still had half of the gigantic cheeseburger to go, she opened her mouth wide and crammed it in, munching mercilessly on the mouthwatering delight much like one might expect a beaver to chomp away at the base of a tree.

Blake was dumbfounded, and watched in awe as Mary reached forward to down the final root beer float with gusto.

*POP* *POP*

Blake's eyes widened as he saw two more buttons detach themselves and clatter to the floor, Mary's waistline so large now from eating that it nearly reached the edge of the table. "Un...unbelievable...", he whispered, glancing from the beauty's belly to her cheeks that were stuffed to the brim with food and covered in sauce.

Mary had finally finished her meal, but she was utterly exhausted, breathing heavily and burping what seemed to be every couple of seconds, her hands massaging her belly along with Blake's.

"Oooooh..." she moaned, her gaze slowly shifting to Blake. "The babies are going to be kicking up a storm tonight.... I can just feel it..." Her belly also moaned and gurgled with every motion of her hands. Blake decided it would be best to go; he just knew something like this was going to happen!

But then...

"Here you go, just like you ordered!" Something clattered on the table, and Blake turned just in time to see one of the waitresses set down an incredibly thick slice of strawberry cheesecake, the thickest he had ever seen in his life. At one time, he would've been able to admire the masterpiece, complete with a ruby red strawberry on top, if not for what its arrival portended.

"Uh, miss, we didn't order that...", Blake told her cautiously, beginning to sweat. What in the heck was going on?!

"Oh, didn't you know?", the woman told the two with a smile, quite oblivious to how stuffed Mary was. "All month long, we're giving away free supersized cheesecake slices at the end of every supersized meal! Well, enjoy! Since you've already paid for everything, I'll only be returning after you've gone to clean up, so have a wonderful night! And congratulations!"

Blake was so distraught about this sudden turn of events as the waitress left that her last comment took a while to register in his mind. "H-hey, did you hear that, M-Mary?", he asked, turning to her. "S-she thinks that you and I... I mean, that w-we, uh..."

"Shhhh...", Mary instructed, putting a finger up to her lover's lips. "No more *URP* talking... cake... my mouth... now..."

"N-now, wait a minute, Mary...!", Blake cried, knowing full well that this moment was coming. "T-this is too much for you! H-how about we just eat something sweet back at your-!"

Even though she was gorged to the utmost capacity, Mary still had enough strength within her to grab Blake's arm and make him pick the cheesecake up. Against his better judgement, Blake reluctantly held it in both hands as Mary opened wide, her eyes fluttering in pleasure the second the highly fattening and delicious pastry was beset upon her taste buds. Crumbs from the crust fell into Mary's cleavage canyon, a few of them even straying down her rotund, full belly, but the girl could care less. She was in heaven! Halfway through eating the slice, though, her stomach rumbled dangerously, surely saying 'Mayday, mayday, you've eaten too much! You're gonna blow!'

And yet, there was no stopping Mary and whatever drove her insane notion to overeat. And even though the wedge is always largest at the end, Mary continued to eat the cheesecake with fervor, never stopping once to even take a rest. Not even when a bit of the cake itself got on her nose, or the strawberry fell off and landed in her bosom. Mary was lost in heaven, the rich flavor driving her newfound passion for good food... no, great food... to the extreme.

Swallowing the very last of the crust, Mary's face finally contorted in discomfort, and she moaned in both pain and pleasure as she leaned back against the cushiony leather seat.

"BUUUUUUUURRRRRP! Ohhhh... b-big one... that time..."

So turned on by Mary's display of gluttony and the way her mammoth gut, gorged to no end and full of abundance, gurgled and sloshed as it tried desperately to kick her digestive tract into high gear, there was only one thing left to do. Tentatively, careful to only pluck it out by the leaves, Blake removed the strawberry that had nuzzled itself into Mary's chest, and he held it in front of her face.

"Y-you... forgot t-the best part, M-Mary...", he stammered, turning as red as the fruit he held in-between his thumb and forefinger began to tremble along with his grip.

Despite the effort it took to do so, Mary smiled up at Blake, and allowed him to push the final morsel into her tired mouth. She chewed slowly, and then swallowed.

*RRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP*

That had apparently been the last straw. Creating an entirely new meaning to the term "bursting at the seams", Mary's dress was finally through with all of the mistreatment, and a tear so wide appeared that Mary's side chub could do nothing but simply spill out into the open. On both sides of her, a generous amount of thigh, ass, and muffin top flesh peeked through the rips, various threads that still held the dress together hanging on for dear life as they cut deeply into Mary's overflowing chubbiness.

Blake lost track of how many belches, how many moans, escaped from Mary's mouth as she graciously accepted Blake's belly rubs, too taxed to do it herself anymore.

After a while, when Mary assured Blake with a nod that she was ready to get up, they finally made their way to leave. The employees who worked there failed at masking their surprise when they saw Mary in all of her bloated, exposed splendor, but nevertheless wished the couple well with their new family, to which Blake tried his best to ignore as he awkwardly thanked them.

Placing his arm around Mary's copious hips, Blake held Mary up as she slowly waddled with him back to the house. Once again, Blake became quite concerned for her well-being, over and over again making sure Mary was fine with the walk back; it was at least a five minutes til they'd be back.

"I'm okay, Blake... urp... I'm j-just a little cold..." Actually, that was a rather truthful statement; she did feel a little cool. Then again, not surprising considering she had consumed four huge sodas mixed with ice cream. "Let's just go... home... ohhh... and get warm..."

Soon, they were able to see Mary's house off in the distance, and Blake smiled. Mary had held up pretty well, so well, in fact, that Blake's gaze occasionally fell back on Mary's bountiful rear swaying with every step she took, his remorse for allowing her to stuff herself to the brim quickly disappearing. Mary must have also caught him in the act, because she smiled in a way that said, Don't worry, there's more of me for you to see tonight, big boy.


~


The young couple then went through the threshold of Mary's front door and proceeded to go up the stairs. Mary had invited Blake to her room, beckoning with a finger, but didn't specify why. Blake's guess was that she wanted to do something with him. He pretended not to know what it was, but this was obviously a tough facade to keep up; he knew exactly the reason.

Shutting the door once they got inside, Blake turned around to see Mary slowly starting to undress, something he somewhat expected to see and, therefore, was able to keep his heart in check when it began to beat faster.

"Blake, could you help me with the zipper?" Mary asked.

"O-okay," he responded, hands beginning to shake. Again, the sight of Mary undressing was something he had expected, but that didn't mean he was used to it.

Taking the zipper between his thumb and index finger, he slid it down... and then proceeded to put his hands on Mary's shoulders, sliding the rest of the dress to the floor in one swift motion.

Why did I just do that!? he screamed at himself. Way to screw things up! She'll think you're some kind of sleeze! And an even pervier perv!

Instead, Mary turned around and looked up at Blake, a seductive smile on her face. ...I've gotta stop assuming things, he rethought.

"Don't worry, Blakey," she said in a hushed, seductive tone. "Now we can some real fun." Blake gave a small whimper; this was moving faster than he expected!

He also knew he was cornered; Mary slowly walked toward Blake, which made him back up and fall on her bed. Mary saw that this as the chance she'd been waiting for all evening. Gingerly, she made her way onto the queen-sized bed and crawled on all fours toward Blake, who was now pressed against the headboard as he continued to back up. She saw that he was surprised, which, given everything that had taken place over the last five minutes, was to be expected.

She stopped when her eyes met his, her engorged pregnant belly docked between his knees. Putting her arms over his shoulders, she pulled in and kissed him deeply.

"Blake..." she spoke, pulling back. She was now resting upright on her knees, her hands running down her body, which was now only covered by a large bra and pair of matching white panties that showed off her curves. "I want you to cuddle with me~. I want you to explore my body and make me feel beautiful..."

Mary removed herself from Blake, and the stimulated teenage boy saw her get under the covers and begin sliding over to him, gesturing to take off his shirt and pants and come lie next to her.

Am I really going to do this? he asked himself. Of... of course I am! No backing out now!

He didn't let this nervous excitement show. Slowly, he took off his shirt and let it fall beside him. He then slipped off his shorts and put them on top of his shirt. Slowly, he lifted the bed covers and slipped his body underneath, enjoying the comfort being on a soft bed could bring, since he spent last night on the pull-out. He then made his way toward Mary, whose belly now looked like a giant red gumdrop underneath the blanket.

He stopped for a moment when something on the end table caught his eye. It was the lotion! He knew he hadn't misplaced it... so that's where it had ended up that morning. Mary had obviously been planning ahead of time for this. Picking it up, he turned back to the brunette. She had a dreamy look in her eyes, as if she had been having a lucid dream about her and Blake doing a kind of sexual act.

Looks like... your dream is about to come true, my dear, heh heh...

He pulled back the covers and gazed upon the marvel that was Mary's giant, baby-and-food-filled belly. He put his ear on top and listened as it churned and groaned in its digestion of her meal. He also began to butterfly-kiss her bellybutton while rubbing the underside and top of her belly, eliciting moan after pleasing moan from Mary, who began to move her hips, signalling her ever-growing pleasure.

"Oh, Blake! You're making me so hot!" she said, biting her lower lip. "T-tone it down a little!" But Blake was ignoring her cries; he was entirely focused on Mary's body. It was like a tempest of sensations when he touched her. He pulled off the lotion cap and squeezed a generous amount on Mary's turgid midsection, and then began rubbing it in in all directions, starting from her bellybutton to the rest of her groaning middle. His hands then began to feel warm, a sure sign that Mary's body temperature was heating up.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed the sides of his head and brought him to Mary's face. He saw that her cheeks were red and her breathing was heavy. Oh no, was she upset with him? Was something wrong? Neither, actually. Desire practically oozing off of Mary, she planted a deep, romantic, sexual kiss on his lips, moving her entire body onto his. Granted, Blake began to feel a little crushed, but that didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Oh, Blakey..." Mary whispered, breaking from their sensual kiss. "Why couldn't I have been with you and not Rick?"

Seeing an opportunity, Blake leaned forward a bit and grabbed two glorious masses of Mary's rear in each hand, kneading his fingers through it like pizza dough. He then gave Mary a kiss of his own. A kiss that Blake instigated, not Mary. She cried out in surprise, inhaling sharply as her senses became overloaded. Before he could get any further, Mary pushed Blake back a little.

"W-whoa, there..." she said, still breathing heavily. "Let's not go any further... n-not that it's wrong, it's just that... I'm starting to get worn out a bit..." In truth, Mary was so surprised by Blake's advance that it had thrown her off guard, a totally new and overwhelming wave of pleasure washing over her. She hoped this hadn't hurt Blake's feelings, which she found that it didn't. He readily agreed.

"Besides," she said flipping on her side and letting her head rest on one of her pillows. "You can feel my belly and listen to it all night long. You'd definitely love to do that, right?"

Blake nodded his head. It was kinda late--about ten o' clock, according to his cell phone, and Mary needed as much rest as she could get. They had already had their fun for the night, and tomorrow was going to be a busy day, since Katie and Ashley were coming over for their sleepover.

Besides, he had Mary's belly to caress all he wanted.

"O-okay. Goodnight, then, Mary...," Blake said, still in shock that he was actually getting to sleep with her again. This time knowingly!

"Goodnight, Blakey~," she said with a yawn. "Thanks for the wonderful evening! It was one of the best nights I've ever had..."

And with that, the two fell asleep shortly thereafter, Mary on Blake's right and Blake's arms hugging her womb lovingly, the active kicks from within reminding Blake just how fertile and large Mary was becoming.




~


To be continued...~
Liked by ilcarpw (Oct 2, 2017)
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Expecting the Unexpected, Part 5

"Nnng... ohh, n-no, stop that Blake..."

Mary reached out to slap the male offender's hand away, but all she was met with was empty air. Cracking her eyes open, she realized that she was sleeping alone. The previous night's events came back slowly, and she couldn't help but smile and sigh longingly, for she had finally found a guy who appreciated her. But... hang on...!

"Mmm, what smells so good?" she whispered to herself, propping herself up on an elbow. And then she realized!

"Hooray, food!" Mary exclaimed, moving as quickly as her plump body would allow. "I'm so glad Blake knows how to cook!"

She slid off the bed and landed on the floorboards with a rather hefty bang and flicked the light switch. Looking at herself in the mirror like she always did, Mary suddenly became distraught. Was that... no, it couldn't be... was that really her?!

"B-Blake!" Mary called out, her voice shaky and fear-laden. "C-come here, quick! What's happened to me?!"


~


What an odd feeling it was, waking up next the girl of his dreams in her own household. Pleasantly odd, mind!

Firing up the stove, Blake thought to make a new treat this morning for his favorite girl. He had dubbed them "loaded pancakes", as they were thick, fluffy circles of golden goodness filled to the brim inside with gooey, melted chocolate, bananas, and as much cinnamon sugar as he could manage to liquefy in with lots and lots of extra butter. He had also discovered an extra gallon of leftover egg nog in the fridge while the batter sizzled in the pans, and took out the tallest glass from the pantry he could find. Soon reaching an astounding twenty pancakes and counting (Mary's parents really knew how to overstock), Blake aimed to make this a sizable morning feast for his "queen." There were definitely enough calories to fulfill the daily intake three, no, make that four, times over. A wave of glee overcame Blake as he fantasized about Mary becoming gigantic by the time she birthed the triplets.

He had only just taken a step to look over his handiwork when Mary's cry of distress pierced his concentration.

"Mary, is that you?!" Blake cried, throwing off his apron and chef's hat as he barreled through the kitchen door. "What's wrong?!"

"Hurry, hurry! Come look!"

Oh no... she wasn't going into labor... right?!

Hyperventilating by the time he reached the top of the steps, Blake shoved the door to Mary's room open with wide eyes as he aimed to locate the damsel in distress.

"B-Blake!" wailed Mary, waddling towards him. "Look at my body! What's happened to me?!"

Swallowing hard, Blake did as he was told. Feeling a fierce blush come on, his eyes went from Mary's exposed, bountiful cleavage to her impressive belly, his jaw dropping slightly from the sight of her bountiful figure. She even did a twirl for Blake (what a booty!), to which he took the opportunity to flip up the rising tower in his pants.

"I... uh... M-Mary, I don't know w-what... uh... oh, g-good morning...?" His brain, scrambling to make sense of what she wanted him to see, settled upon the greeting that he hadn't had the chance to utter yet. Mary put her hands on her hips and clicked her tongue in exasperation.

"Good morning to you, too," she replied with a chuckle. "But do you really not notice this?" She placed her hands on her pregnant womb, grasping it and jiggling the tight, gravid orb as much as it would allow her. "And this?" Mary turned to the side, one hand now groping a boob as she gave her butt a healthy smack with the other.

"N-no, I...! Uh..." Blake just clamped his mouth shut and put a hand up to his hot forehead. What was she getting at? And did she have any clue she was turning him on, again?!

"Blake, I wasn't this big last night! Something must've happened to me!"

And that's when Blake pieced the puzzle together. It wasn't that Mary had suddenly become bigger overnight... she was simply getting fatter and fatter from all of these recent food binges! She had been stuffing herself long before Blake had arrived on the scene, and it seemed that she was only now taking note of everything.

"Ah, I know w-what's happened to you, Mary!" informed Blake, breathing a sigh of relief. But wait... if he told her the truth bluntly, how would she react? She might get upset at him, or worse... decide to go on a diet and thin down!

"You do?! Oh, Blake, thank goodness! Do tell, then." Mary's worried expression melted away into one of happiness, her alluring, round brown eyes opening up brightly. Blake gasped at how beautiful she looked when she was happy... how could he possibly tell her that all her overeating had brought on the unwanted pounds? No, he would have to...

"Uh, y-yeah, I do! It's a t-thing that happens to pregnant women!" Lie like a dog, lie like a dog... "Sometimes, their entire bodies will enter this type of bloated state late in the pregnancy! Y-yeah, and uh... you're supposed to eat lots and lots during this final stage, s-so that you'll be really really healthy when it's time to give birth!" It was cruel, yes, but so ingenious! If she bought it, then Mary would have yet another reason to blimp up than besides simply going to food for comfort.

"Oh, wow!" the relieved teen replied, grin widening. "I had no idea! Thanks, Blake, I feel so much better now. C'mere, that deserves a hug."

Before he had the chance to react, Blake was pulled into Mary's embrace and was subject to a peck on the cheek while she squeezed him into her abundant stomach. Definitely not one to struggle against a girl, Blake just stood in place and awkwardly extended his arms around her. Her hands sidled up his back... then up his neck... and then settled on the back of his head. Chills of pleasure ran down Blake's spine as Mary's nails began to massage his scalp softly and her fingers twirled his hair teasingly, both teenagers going red in the cheeks as neither made the effort to drop eye contact.

"Why'd you have to be so tall..." Mary whispered, nails digging playfully into Blake's back. "I can barely reach up on my tippy-toes to kiss you..."

Heart explosion: imminent, Blake's brain told him. Abort now or suffer the consequences!

"H-hey, um, h-how does breakfast sound?" Blake finally spoke. "I m-made it just for y-!"

*Guuurrrrgle*

"Ah... heh heh..." laughed Mary nervously, finally pulling away from Blake. "I guess my stomach answered for me again, huh? Sure, food sounds great..."


***


Even though they had been covered with plastic wrap, Blake knew the heaping plates of flapjacks were getting colder and colder with each passing minute. He even started to nibble on one as his eyes hovered around the room. His gaze rested on one of the video game consoles, and thought that maybe he and Mary could play something later. They hadn't done one bit of gaming yet, but quite honestly, Blake felt a sudden disinterest towards it. Why?

"Hey, sorry Blake! I just wanted to put on some pajamas. Wow, is it really almost noontime?"

That was why!

"Oh, hey Mary, I- woah." Waddling slowly towards Blake was a Mary clad in a tight white tee and equally constricting stretchy pants. Her belly peeked out halfway, and continued to come out of hiding the more she walked.

"Hm? Something the matter?" asked Mary as she descended slowly to the floor, using her knees to shift forward and neatly tuck her belly underneath the low tabletop. "Ooh, look at all of this! You made so much!"

"N-no, nothing's the matter," Blake replied hurriedly, doing a frightfully poor job of keeping his eyes off of Mary's curvy figure. He swore he saw kicks.

Peeling one of the coverings off a plate, Mary's eyes grew wide again as she pulled the plate right up to where her breasts rested on the table. "T-this is all for me?" she asked, expression suddenly like that of a hungry lioness.

"Uh, yeah Mary, it is. In fact, you can have all you like, because I made enough to last-!"

Like a go-cart racer given the green light by Lakitu, Mary's head snaked forward with a sudden boost of speed and worked in conjunction with her hands, bringing the first pancake up to her gaping maw. She took the biggest bite Blake had ever seen in his life, the contents within from the highly fattening concoction Blake had created oozing out the opening and down Mary's forearms. Calling these monstrous pancakes "flat" wouldn't have made any sense whatsoever. With the way Blake had made them, they had taken on a shape similar to that of an overstuffed ravioli.

"Oh my gosh..." Mary spoke around the mouthful, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as her eyes fluttered. "Delicious!"

"Ack, Mary, the chocolate's going to stain your shirt! H-here, let me wipe-"

"NO!" the ravenous girl cried, recoiling at the sight of the napkin Blake took out from his pocket. "I'm going to eat everything!"

Blake held his hands up in surrender, unsure of whether to be afraid or be aroused. "Well, I'll j-just leave this here in case you... in case you..."

Having already stuffed the first loaded pancake into her mouth, Mary stuck her tongue out and began licking the filling that had been sliding down her arms, working up to laboriously lick each greasy finger clean. She had really meant it about eating everything!

"O-oh!" cried Blake, trying to make sense of why Mary suddenly pointed to her throat. "Here, have some of this!"

The teen did his best to suppress a guilty grin as he watched Mary down the entire cup of egg nog he had handed her. Not only had he made the pancakes full of sugar and carbs, but Blake had also managed to "spike" the final gallon of egg nog right at the last minute. Dumping almost an entire container of protein powder in, Blake had shaken it up as much as possible before finally pouring the thick, heavily saturated drink into a large cup for Mary to drink.

"Buuuuurp!" went Mary, slamming the glass down onto the table. "Ahhh... Blake, how did you know how much I love egg nog? And this time it tastes a whole lot better for some reason!" But Mary didn't even allow time for a response, and in a split-second she was shoving another pancake into her mouth.

I can't believe she downed that cup in one sitting... Blake thought, mesmerized by how gluttonous Mary was being. If I keep making meals like this for her each day, she'll blimp up in no time flat!

Almost forgetting himself, Blake poured another "weight gain shake" for Mary (this time she had cleared two chocolate banana-filled pancakes), and she drank heartily. Eliciting yet another shameless belch, Mary fell right back into her eating cycle and tore apart another pancake. Managing to have made a solid thirty of the fluffy delights, Blake divided the creations up by stacks of five, six plates in total. He knew Mary was hungry, but to think... it had only taken a couple minutes to polish the first plate off, and now Mary was onto the second!

"Mmm... mmm! More, give me more..."

Mary had now devised an interesting way to eat. First, she would squeeze the rich, syrupy filling out through by tearing a hole, drinking it as quickly as she could and honestly not caring that drops of chocolate were falling onto her bust and shirt. Then, she would fold the emptied pancake and stuff the entire thing into her mouth, followed either by yet another pancake or a long swig from the egg nog glass that, oddly enough, never seemed to be empty now.

"Oohhh..." Mary groaned, leaning back on her elbows and licking her sticky hands. "I feel soooo full, Blake... but it's so good, I can't stop..."

Blake felt a familiar case of dry mouth come on as Mary pulled her shirt up all the way, huge pregnant belly fully exposed. For the first time, he noticed a pair of developing love handles that were beginning to hang over the tight elastic of Mary's stretchies. Now on her third plate, she removed the first pancake and brought it up to her mouth. Tipping her head back, she let the calorific treat fall as she chomped down hard. The filling spurted out and covered her lips, cascading down her chin and dripping into her cleavage.

Wow... thought Blake as he watched Mary lunge forward, seemingly with a second wind. There's just no stopping her!

Wincing as she grabbed the remaining three plates, Mary let go a string of belches before preparing for the finale.

"H-hey, Mary, wait!" cried Blake, already knowing what she planned. "That might be a little too much for right now! You should really take a break!"

But Mary wasn't listening. Grabbing hold of an entire stack, she opened her mouth as far as it would go and shoved the pancakes in. Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy as her taste buds were overloaded, and she continued to munch away until all that was left was a gooey puddle of chocolate.

*Gurrrrgle*

It was Mary's stomach talking to her, telling her that it couldn't take any more. Kicks abounded in Mary's poor belly, the immense amount of digestion now being performed stirring up the little ones.

But Mary was not intent on listening. "Just...ten more... to go... BUUUUURRRRP!"


***


"Ugh... ohhh... Blake, I ate t-too much...!"

Mary's stomach rumbled ominously, its stretched skin creaking with each and every movement. To Blake, it looked as though her belly had bloated at least half a foot outwards, and was now an even tighter, fuller pregnant sphere than before.

"M-Mary, if you keep going overboard like this..." Blake trailed off, not wanting to end his spoken worry. Or rather, a lack thereof. If you keep going overboard like this, he voiced in his head, it will be exactly as planned. You'll just keep getting fatter, just how I want you to.

"Oh, don't worry about me..." breathed Mary through clenched teeth, her eyes shut tightly. "I'll be fine. Really. I need to eat like this, remember? Actually, I'll feel even better if you give me a tummy rub..."

After the great big finisher, Mary had stood up with a glazed, far-off look in her eyes. For a time, she seemed to moan in pleasure, her belly moaning in pain. The kicks from the babies were more rapid, and Mary had asked Blake to help her onto the couch so that she could rest easier. Now Blake found himself in close contact with Mary again, thinking it odd how he just never seemed to get used to it.

"O-okay, sure Mary." Already beginning to sweat, Blake reached out and put his hands on Mary's taut, creamy orb, beginning the circular motions.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, shutting her eyes with relief as she smiled. "Keep going, Blakey, don't stop..."

Blake could feel the maternal juices and fluids swirling inside her stomach, gurgles galore coming from within Mary's fully fed tummy.

"Yeah... yeah, ohh, right there, Blake..." breathed Mary, biting her lower lip. "Rub... more..."

Swallowing hard, Blake complied, his own rising body temperature matching that of the overstuffed goddess before him.

"Y'know, Blake," Mary began as she suddenly lifted up her shirt and pulled it off. "It's getting so hot in here all of a sudden."

"Uh... uh...! Mary, you're...!"

Eyes bulging out of their sockets, Blake's mind couldn't help but begin traveling at 100 miles an hour when Mary reached behind to undo the clasps. And then there they were. Plump, firm melons, nipples erect, just waiting to be squeezed.

"Focus on these now," Mary commanded, shocking Blake with her assertiveness as she placed his hands on her breasts. Without another word, Blake's hands dove into the soft masses of flesh, testing out time and time again just how much he could manage in a handful. He felt so perverted... but then again, wasn't sleeping in the same bed with Mary perverted?!

"Harder, you naughty boy! Squeeze them harder, be more rough! Or else you're sleeping alone tonight!" Not given enough time to wonder whether Mary could read minds, the high school preggo suddenly pulled him in and kissed him savagely, tongue invading every inch of his mouth. Blake felt like he was going to burst! Mary gone wild was just too much pleasure! He tried to pull away, but Mary just held him more tightly

"I'm not going to turn you down anymore, Blake! I'm all yours! Have your way with me as you-"

*Bing Bong*

Mary gasped. "It's them, they're here already! Blake let's..." Mary paused, quickly locating her bra. "Let's finish this up later."

The male teen nodded, still out of breath. Man, talk about bipolar! Last night she refused, but now this morning... had Mary always been such a tiger?

*Bing Bong*

"Coming~!" called Mary.


~


Silence. All throughout the living room, there was silence. The television was off, there were no cars passing by the house. It was also darker than usual despite the sun being out, but this was due to the curtains being pulled. And why were the curtains pulled?

The answer, or rather "answers," were upstairs, leaving one particular antsy teen to sit on the couch wishing he could the TV set on to quell his nerves.

Blake had now been sitting there for nearly half an hour, foot tapping the hardwood floor as his patience began to wear thin. He had been asked by Katie to sit back and relax while she, Mary and Ashley, "slipped into something more comfortable," as he had been told. It wasn't hard to figure out what she was up to, as Katie had held the three bags of maternity clothing from the mall. And, as Blake's duration on the couch increased, so, too, did his imagination.

But, taking into account all of his experiences that occurred with his expectations being exceeded, this was definitely going to blow his mind. He might even pull a Sanji.

"Almost reaaaddyyyy~" he heard come from Mary's bedroom. He could hear Mary and Katie giggling, although he couldn't exactly discern whether or not Ashley had joined in.

Oh, man! Blake thought to himself, suddenly tensing up. I'm definitely going to die young. Why else would all these good things start happening to me? Who else has this kind of luck? Who?!

The creaking of floorboards grinded Blake's gears to a halt, and he turned toward the staircase. He gazed up at the three pregnant beauties and seemed to feel his heart go up into his esophagus, or at least something was managing to nearly choke him to death.

Mary, Katie, and Ashley slowly waddled down the steps, each one trying not to either trip or cause the one in front of her to fall. Mary had donned a blue-colored lingerie, complete with mesh and blue lace. And, when Mary had passed him, Blake noticed that there was a heart-shaped cut-out of the butt area that revealed much of Mary's ample rear, causing her to blush slightly when she noticed the stare but also give a small, seductive smile and wink to Blake.

Katie had chosen to wear a purple-laced and mesh outfit, similar to Mary's, which accented every curve she possessed; but it mainly outlined and revealed much of her breasts, and Blake's eyes shot open in surprise at her mammoth harpoons and revealed areolas.

Finally, there was Ashley. How Katie had been able to find a piece of lingerie in her size would forever be a mystery to him. She, as Blake had learned, was carrying quintuplets, something she said was very rare, one in seven-hundred thousand if he remembered. And her choice in lingerie made her belly and breasts seem even larger than they were, however impossible such a concept sounded. She was wearing a natural, leafy green mesh outfit, possessing tufts of fluff along the borders and on the middle of her breasts. Her face couldn't have been anymore red than it already was, her eyes gazing off onto the floor and avoiding Blake's popped-out eyes altogether.

Water... I need water...

Blake... he had never seen girls so beautiful and so fertile before in his life!

"Well," Katie began, running her hands over her breasts and down her sides. "What do you think, Blake? I decided that this was the best way to thank you for being so generous and, like, good to us. And I said you'd like my choices."

Blake tried to mouth something, but nothing came out. Taking a gulp, he replied, "You all look... like... wow... just... g-great!" He rubbed the back of his head, trying to calm himself down.

Now was when Ashley finally spoke. "Um..." She had Blake's attention, as he wondered what her opinion was on the whole fiasco. "Do... do ya really think I look... ya know... great?" Ooh, Blake really liked her accent. It was way too cute.

"Y-yeah," Blake replied. "I mean, you--you all, actually-- look s-stunning. F-foxy, even." This caused Mary to look at Blake and give a shy little smile, her cheeks a shade of red and steadily growing in hue.

Suddenly, Ashley gave out a gasp and plopped down abruptly next to Blake on the couch, clutching her stomach in her hands. Blake was nervous; he thought she was going into labor. By the looks on Mary and Katie's faces, so did they.

"Are you okay, Ashley?" Mary asked, taking a gentle hold on the poor girl's shoulder.

"Do we need to, like, call the hospital?" Katie added, bending down and rubbing Ashley's massive belly.

"Ngggh," Ashley grunted, her breathing becoming a bit more rapid. Suddenly, she let go of her stomach and out came a huge rumbling noise that surprised everyone. It lasted almost as long as when Mary's stomach had done the same thing the previous night, but with a lot more intensity. She seemed to wriggle her hips as it occurred, something Blake took passing notice of and questioned.

But that wasn't the end of it. While Ashley's face continued to grow redder after such an embarrassing moment, both Mary and Katie's expressions changed to ones of pain and determination to withhold something. That something was answered when their stomachs let out a combined growling that caused them to stumble back and hold their vibrating bellies, running their hands over them during and after the experience.

"Oh, my," Ashley said, unsure of how to react.

"Blake," Mary spoke, finally regaining her ability to speak, although now with a sense of urgency. "I really need to eat something. My stomach's never rumbled this loud in all my life. I think I might be... addicted to eating." She said the last couple of words softly, shy to speak them out loud.

"You're not the only one," Katie added, her belly resting between her legs. "I don't think I've ever, like, been this hungry before in my life. It's like the babies and myself are never full anymore. We need to, like, eat almost every hour, it seems."

This gave Blake an idea.

"Hey," he said, catching the attention of the three ladies, whose bellies continued growling. "Let me take you guys out to that burger place we saw the other day. I hear they have great cheeseburgers and fries, and their milkshakes are to die for!"

"Ugh," Katie replied, rolling her eyes. "We should've, like, waited until later to change into these things. Let's just throw on something quick and tag along with Blake."

The other two ladies nodded their heads in agreement. And, after about twenty minutes of "quick" changing, the four friends went off in Blake's car toward the fast food joint, the females intent on getting enough food to slate their increasing hunger.


~


*Ggguuuuurrrrrrggggggglee!*

"Oh...!"

Blake didn't need to turn on the radio for the duration of the ten minute drive. There wouldn't have been a point. Simply because any music that played would've been interrupted by the continuous noises the three preggos' hungry stomachs. Second, he didn't mind hearing them anyway. The louder the growls, the more food they would need to eat. And the more food they ate, the bigger their bodies would become.

Boy, he couldn't wait to see how big they'd become! His guilt was beginning to dissipate, because, well, wouldn't they be eating a lot no matter what? He was simply lending a bit of extra aid, a helping hand, in giving them just a little bit more. And if any of the girls ended up getting wise to his plan? Well, deny, deny, deny!

"Blaaaake!" Katie moaned from the backseat, running her hands around her middle and trying to calm herself and her babies. "Aren't we, like, there yet? I don't know how much longer I can last. My stomach's, like, yelling at me or something."

"Not much longer," he answered, seeing her from the rear-view mirror.

He looked ahead and could see the illuminated restaurant sign. Just a couple more blocks and he was pulling into the parking lot and going through the drive-through lane. He asked each of the girls their orders. Each agreed that she wanted five double cheeseburgers, two large fries, and a large coke, except Ashley, who said she wanted a large vanilla milkshake. Blake placed the order and was told to pull up to the first window.

"Okay, total's gonna be $43.56, please," came the female's voice through the open window. Peering in, she saw that there were three large-looking, groaning girls inside the teenager's vehicle, causing her to give him a confused stare. However, she kept her mouth shut and said nothing on the matter.

"Here's my debit card," Blake told her, holding out the plastic rectangle. The employee swiped it through the card reader, gave him his receipt, and told him to have a nice evening.

When he pulled up to the second window, a woman wearing a headset, presumably to relay the orders to the prep staff, opened the sliding window.

"I'm sorry, but we're still preparing your order. We'll need you to pull over to the first marked parking spot and wait until we bring it out to you." She pointed to an adjacent, vacant spot labeled as "1".

"Okay," Blake said. He then turned on his right-turn signal and pulled into the designated waiting area.

However, his two pregnant friends and girlfriend didn't want to wait, and neither, it seemed, did their babies. Blake turned his head around to see how they were holding up. Which was not so well, by the looks of it. Mary and Katie's faces were contorted in agony, their lower lips being bitten as they salivated in anticipation for the meals. They were also talking to the children within their wombs, pleading with them and their bellies and saying that "the food was on its way". Ashley, who had to sit in the front seat due to her girth, kept staring wide-eyed at her growling, shifting belly, sometimes caressing it with both hands and cooing at the four children within.

"Blake?" Mary asked from the backseat. "Please help me rub my belly. I think it might help my babies to relax."

Katie also seemed to like the idea, for she asked Blake to do the same thing. Taking his seat-belt off, he made his way to the middle seat that separated his two, backseat passengers. They lifted up their shirts immediately, and they're bellies let off another terrifying tumbling, almost like they were ready to put up as much a fight as possible until they got what they wanted. He also saw that they were beginning to blush again, which only seemed to support his previous theory even more.

He set his back against the seat, placed one hand on top of either belly, and began to let his hands travel all around their fertile middles. It was like rubbing two large exercise balls that contained water and something solid, but still felt as though they were still not fully inflated. He had to be careful with Ashley's because her massive breasts were resting on top of her massive middle, and he wanted to avoid accidentally brushing against them. The girls reacted with contented sighs, taking off their seat-belts scooting closer to either of Blake's sighs, enjoying the attention he was giving them and waiting for their food.

Ashley, however, let out a rejected sigh. Blake, reluctantly, stopped the massage and poked his head back to the front seats. He saw that Ashley was staring at her bulging middle with sad eyes, her hands resting on top of it, as it had stopped growling for now.

"Something wrong, Ashley?" Blake asked.

"Nothing," she lied. Blake squinted his eyes, sure she trying to hide something.

"Really?" he asked, his tone calming. "You sure nothing's wrong? 'Cause it just seems you're a little... unhappy."

"Well," Ashley began, her voice soft and low, "it's just that... me and boyfriend... he would sometimes... um... rub my belly for me whenever I wanted... because I think he was a one o' those belly fanatics... but ever since he, ah, moved... we haven't been talking as much... and... I don't know if he still loves me... with me being as big as I am, and s-so far away..." She suddenly broke down, and began to cry silently into her hands.

Her lamenting had a profound effect on Mary and Katie, for they sympathized with Ashley. Blake thought of the way Mary had felt in the library earlier, having her former boyfriend leave her for the Marines and turning to Blake for aid and companionship. Katie, on the other hand... Blake's best guess was because she knew what it was like to be so huge, but... that was too shallow, even for the airhead blonde. Prying wouldn't do any good, so he decided to leave it for the time being.

"Don't worry, Ashley," Mary consoled, sighing heavily. "I'm sure he still loves you. You guys might be far apart, but that doesn't mean your relationship has to end. I... I had a boyfriend named Rick that did the same thing to me, he left to join the Marines. But then I reunited with a close friend for help. He's been supporting me through this, and he told me... that he loves me for the way I am and wouldn't change a thing about me. And the best part..." Blake felt a warm fuzziness in his heart when Mary reached out and squeezed Blake's hand. "...he's here right now, and he's no doubt ready to lend encouragement to you, too."

Ashley stopped her sobbing and looked at Blake through tear-filled eyes. However, those eyes lost their look of sadness and began to shape into ones of happiness. She looked like she was going to start crying again, but instead she put both her arms around Blake's shoulders and began to bawling into his shirt.

"W-woah, uh..." he stuttered, unsure of how to react. Wow, I guess she's been really desperate for comfort... "Y-yeah, Ashley. Don't you worry about your size at all. Or your boyfriend. Everything's going to work out fine, you'll see."

"Thank you," she choked out, her back all the way to the passenger's door and her belly pressed against the arm-rest. "You're such a nice guy... and all of you, you're such nice people..."

Blake returned Ashley's embrace and hugged her, giving her pats periodically (to which Mary gave him a thumbs up for). But, as good as the moment was, there came a knocking at the window. Blake turned around and saw a male restaurant worker with three giant bags of food clutched in his right arm and a drink carrier that held four large milkshakes. Blake let go of Ashley in a flash and buckled back up, rolling down the window to take the meals.

'You have a good evening, now," the restaurant worker told him, casting a curious, confused gaze at the car's occupants.

"You too," Blake replied quickly, not making eye contact. He rolled the window back, started up the car, and made sure the rest of his friends had their seat-belts on. He slowly pulled out of his designated spot, looking to see if any cars were coming, then drove and pulled out the restaurant parking lot, heading back to Mary's for another fun-filled evening.

This is certainly going to be an interesting evening, thought Blake as they all drove back, the girls' bellies rumbling intensely from the delicious aromas.

And then, Mary's words from before: I think I might be... addicted to eating.

Blake barely contained his grin as he accelerated into the night.


~

...To be continued!
Liked by VB88 (Sep 8, 2021), ilcarpw (Oct 2, 2017)
Twitchy
5 parts is all I have. Hope it's the right one................
Bagabula
Thanks for posting.

Man is that hard to read
Liked by NGMajora (Mar 11, 2021), ilcarpw (Oct 2, 2017), janaie13 (Mar 21, 2017)
nalim.kerut
This story is one of my favorites too. I discovered it on deviantart but the autor suddenly disappeared without any explanation.
User 22216
This is awsome!

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