The second part of Sam's evening, following on directly from her entry into Becks' house. I'm still learning to write, so bear with me! I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Sam waddled her way into the house, her huge breasts and buttocks wobbling with every little step as she made her way over to the corner to deposit her shoes. Walking was becoming a real struggle for her - her bulbous baby bump had become so enormously heavy that each little footfall which had always been so dainty with her previously slim, light frame, was a chore. As she had had a very large bump even early on, measuring six months when she had just entered her third, she was sure now that even her little stroll to the shoe rack must be registering on the Richter scale.
Sam kicked off her shoes, remembering which ones she had put on as she did, as her immense midsection had hidden her shoes from her view for the past couple of hours.
"And you're only going to get bigger, aren't you?", she thought, as she rubbed her belly whilst looking in a nearby mirror, still baffled at her own ever-changing dimensions. She had never dreamed that she would ever reach this size. Her husband was not a particularly big man, but then again, big babies did run in her family. She herself, despite the fact that she grew up to be a relatively small woman, had weighed ten pounds at birth, and her brother had weighed thirteen. Her doctor had given her baby a projected weight of fourteen pounds, which would at least partially explain her incredible size. She had also been told that she was carrying unusually large amounts of amniotic fluid which definitely contributed to her growth, and also explained why she was so unbelievably round. She smiled and locked her hands together under her protruding stomach to give her back some relief, remembering that her cravings were probably also largely to blame for her swelling bump and heavy breasts; all of her life she had been careful about what she ate, always trying to maintain her figure, but the pregnancy had given her the excuse to absolutely pack on the pounds. She carried the vast majority of the weight in her bump and breasts, while the rest of her body and her had managed to avoid being bloated by the extra fat.
"Woah!", Sam heard a little voice from behind her exclaim, turning around - her massive bump knocking some coats off the hangers as she did so - to discover that it's source was Rebecca's youngest daughter Emma. "You are HUGE!". Sam didn't take offense, as Emma was only seven years of age and had yet to develop any tact.
"Am I?" responded Sam cheerfully, the word "I" becoming strained as she attempted to bend over to pick up the fallen coats. Her enormity defeated her once again, however, and she gave up, returning her hands to their resting place atop her exercise ball of a baby bump.
"Yeah you are!" shouted Emma, maintaining her childish enthusiasm, running over to her to inspect Sam's ballooning belly, wrapping her arms around it in an attempt to comprehend its incredible size. "How many babies are you having?" she asked innocently.
"Just the one", Sam chuckled, her bump vibrating slightly as she did so, the movement making her breasts jiggle, "but he's a very big boy".
She winced briefly as she suddenly felt a slight pain in her bosom. The skin on her breasts was getting tighter by the day as they grew ever fuller in preparation for the baby; Sam had always been comfortable with her figure but her husband had yearned for her to have larger breasts ever since they'd met, and as Emma ran off, Sam's brow furrowed gently as she remembered the first time he had discovered her growing assets, but she quickly diverted her attention back to the present. Sam's knees had the habit of buckling at her arousal and she couldn't risk that happening; she worried that her extremely heavily pregnant frame could bring the house down if she made any kind of impact with the floor.
"Who's hungry?" Rebecca's sing-song voice called out from the kitchen.
Sam knew the answer to that question, and she began heaving herself towards the kitchen.
She made her way carefully around the dinner table in order to avoid knocking anything else over, having chosen her usual seat by the wall. This proved to be a foolish decision, however, as it became apparent as she drew closer that she had become too big to fit. Part of her was quite upset by this; it had been her tradition to sit in that seat every time she came for the past six years, she had even sat there relatively comfortably at her last visit three weeks before, but the fact that her behemoth belly now made contact with the table as she attempted to sit down spoke volumes about just how rapid her expansion was becoming.
"Are you all right there?" asked Becks as she heard Sam's sigh of despair.
"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine" replied Sam, rubbing the enormous, heavy mass of her pregnant stomach which was to blame for her frustration. Becks quickly clocked what the problem was, and called out to her daughters, who came running. There was a look of brief shock on the face of the eldest, Sophie, as she first viewed the zeppelin which had once been aunty Sam, taking a moment to take in quite how much she had grown in only three weeks, before turning to her mother, who was smiling at her daughter's disbelief.
"As you can see, aunty Sam is very pregnant now", said Becks, "so we're going to need to help her get into her seat by moving the table". Sam flushed with embarrassment. Is this what it had come to? The girls and their mother held on to the table and pulled, causing it to gradually edge further and further back until Sam was able to lower her hefty bump into the gap. Even then she was only just able to make her way down, and her protruding belly button grazed the edge of the table as she did so.
Then dinner was served, and Sam remembered why she had gone through the whole ordeal - Becky's cooking was incredible. Becks had attended numerous cookery courses throughout her university years and they had certainly paid off, as every meal she ever cooked was absolutely gorgeous. This one was no exception, and as she heaped Sam's plate with steaming beef stew, Sam couldn't help but let out a barely perceptible moan. She was so starving. As soon as her plate was set in front of her, she began to eat - she knew it was polite to wait, but Becks knew her well enough that she could afford to be a little unladylike in her presence - and within seconds, she had demolished her plate of food, and her stomach was still growling. Sam's appetite had definitely increased during her pregnancy, as the baby needed a lot of food to grow, especially at such a fast pace, but not all of the fat had gone to the baby, of course, as her huge breasts clearly demonstrated.
"Seconds?"
Sam's eyes lit up, and she passed her plate to Becky, who filled it up and passed it back. "You are eating for two after all!".
She certainly was, and that plateful was devoured as ravenously as before.
And so was the next.
Then another.
And another.
With every platefull she could feel her shirt get tighter around her massive stomach but she couldn't stop herself, she just kept on eating until every last piece of stew which Becks had cooked had been eaten. And she wanted more. She was just so hungry. Becky brought out a large sponge cake which she and her daughters had baked for the occasion. Sam's favourite. Sophie cut her a slice and passed it over to her waiting hands, watching it disappear seemingly instantaneously, and asking if she wanted another. This process repeated itself several times as Sam gratefully received each new slice and ate it until she heard a slight tearing sound. Looking down to her left, she noticed that the seam on the side of her top was beginning to tear, so she judged that it would now probably be best to stop.
Thanking Rebecca, she tried to stand up. Then she tried again. It didn't take her long to realise that she had plumped out so much, even in the last hour, that she was now much too big to fit through the gap between the table and the wall through which she had initially reached her seat. Stunned by Sam's ability to expand so much in a short space of time, but unaware as to the full extent of her hugeness, Becks once again - alongside her children - shifted the table to set Sam's bump free.
And what a bump it was.
As Sam stood up, Rebecca and Sophie's jaws dropped and Emma barely stifled a squeal. Sam had absolutely ballooned, becoming so immensely huge that her bump was almost reaching her hosts on the other side of the table. With an expression of mild panic, Sam rubbed her bump and pressed it in at the sides before reaching around it, and... She couldn't reach her belly button! She had predicted that she had at least a few weeks before she reached that point, but her appetite had caused her to grow several inches forwards over the course of dinner. Sam waddled to the mirror as fast as she could, holding the underside of her gigantic bump - discovering the now much larger patch of exposed flesh under her bulging tummy where her growth had hiked up her shirt - as she gazed at her enormous form. She had looked overdue for at least a month but she was now so incredibly plump and round that she looked like she was about to burst.
Embarrassed by the disruption she had caused, Sam made her excuses and after fumbling around struggling to get her shoes on with her now even more limited downward field of vision, she - swaying with the weight of her bump - squeezed through the door and hurried to her car, her engorged curves jiggling as she went.
She unlocked her car door and began to get in, before quickly encountering an obstacle. She took her phone out of her purse, dialled a number and placed it to her ear. A few seconds later she heard a voice on the other end, and responded whilst rubbing her vast, protruding bump:
"Hey, honey, could you come get me? Yeah, it happened, I'm finally too big".
Sam waddled her way into the house, her huge breasts and buttocks wobbling with every little step as she made her way over to the corner to deposit her shoes. Walking was becoming a real struggle for her - her bulbous baby bump had become so enormously heavy that each little footfall which had always been so dainty with her previously slim, light frame, was a chore. As she had had a very large bump even early on, measuring six months when she had just entered her third, she was sure now that even her little stroll to the shoe rack must be registering on the Richter scale.
Sam kicked off her shoes, remembering which ones she had put on as she did, as her immense midsection had hidden her shoes from her view for the past couple of hours.
"And you're only going to get bigger, aren't you?", she thought, as she rubbed her belly whilst looking in a nearby mirror, still baffled at her own ever-changing dimensions. She had never dreamed that she would ever reach this size. Her husband was not a particularly big man, but then again, big babies did run in her family. She herself, despite the fact that she grew up to be a relatively small woman, had weighed ten pounds at birth, and her brother had weighed thirteen. Her doctor had given her baby a projected weight of fourteen pounds, which would at least partially explain her incredible size. She had also been told that she was carrying unusually large amounts of amniotic fluid which definitely contributed to her growth, and also explained why she was so unbelievably round. She smiled and locked her hands together under her protruding stomach to give her back some relief, remembering that her cravings were probably also largely to blame for her swelling bump and heavy breasts; all of her life she had been careful about what she ate, always trying to maintain her figure, but the pregnancy had given her the excuse to absolutely pack on the pounds. She carried the vast majority of the weight in her bump and breasts, while the rest of her body and her had managed to avoid being bloated by the extra fat.
"Woah!", Sam heard a little voice from behind her exclaim, turning around - her massive bump knocking some coats off the hangers as she did so - to discover that it's source was Rebecca's youngest daughter Emma. "You are HUGE!". Sam didn't take offense, as Emma was only seven years of age and had yet to develop any tact.
"Am I?" responded Sam cheerfully, the word "I" becoming strained as she attempted to bend over to pick up the fallen coats. Her enormity defeated her once again, however, and she gave up, returning her hands to their resting place atop her exercise ball of a baby bump.
"Yeah you are!" shouted Emma, maintaining her childish enthusiasm, running over to her to inspect Sam's ballooning belly, wrapping her arms around it in an attempt to comprehend its incredible size. "How many babies are you having?" she asked innocently.
"Just the one", Sam chuckled, her bump vibrating slightly as she did so, the movement making her breasts jiggle, "but he's a very big boy".
She winced briefly as she suddenly felt a slight pain in her bosom. The skin on her breasts was getting tighter by the day as they grew ever fuller in preparation for the baby; Sam had always been comfortable with her figure but her husband had yearned for her to have larger breasts ever since they'd met, and as Emma ran off, Sam's brow furrowed gently as she remembered the first time he had discovered her growing assets, but she quickly diverted her attention back to the present. Sam's knees had the habit of buckling at her arousal and she couldn't risk that happening; she worried that her extremely heavily pregnant frame could bring the house down if she made any kind of impact with the floor.
"Who's hungry?" Rebecca's sing-song voice called out from the kitchen.
Sam knew the answer to that question, and she began heaving herself towards the kitchen.
She made her way carefully around the dinner table in order to avoid knocking anything else over, having chosen her usual seat by the wall. This proved to be a foolish decision, however, as it became apparent as she drew closer that she had become too big to fit. Part of her was quite upset by this; it had been her tradition to sit in that seat every time she came for the past six years, she had even sat there relatively comfortably at her last visit three weeks before, but the fact that her behemoth belly now made contact with the table as she attempted to sit down spoke volumes about just how rapid her expansion was becoming.
"Are you all right there?" asked Becks as she heard Sam's sigh of despair.
"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine" replied Sam, rubbing the enormous, heavy mass of her pregnant stomach which was to blame for her frustration. Becks quickly clocked what the problem was, and called out to her daughters, who came running. There was a look of brief shock on the face of the eldest, Sophie, as she first viewed the zeppelin which had once been aunty Sam, taking a moment to take in quite how much she had grown in only three weeks, before turning to her mother, who was smiling at her daughter's disbelief.
"As you can see, aunty Sam is very pregnant now", said Becks, "so we're going to need to help her get into her seat by moving the table". Sam flushed with embarrassment. Is this what it had come to? The girls and their mother held on to the table and pulled, causing it to gradually edge further and further back until Sam was able to lower her hefty bump into the gap. Even then she was only just able to make her way down, and her protruding belly button grazed the edge of the table as she did so.
Then dinner was served, and Sam remembered why she had gone through the whole ordeal - Becky's cooking was incredible. Becks had attended numerous cookery courses throughout her university years and they had certainly paid off, as every meal she ever cooked was absolutely gorgeous. This one was no exception, and as she heaped Sam's plate with steaming beef stew, Sam couldn't help but let out a barely perceptible moan. She was so starving. As soon as her plate was set in front of her, she began to eat - she knew it was polite to wait, but Becks knew her well enough that she could afford to be a little unladylike in her presence - and within seconds, she had demolished her plate of food, and her stomach was still growling. Sam's appetite had definitely increased during her pregnancy, as the baby needed a lot of food to grow, especially at such a fast pace, but not all of the fat had gone to the baby, of course, as her huge breasts clearly demonstrated.
"Seconds?"
Sam's eyes lit up, and she passed her plate to Becky, who filled it up and passed it back. "You are eating for two after all!".
She certainly was, and that plateful was devoured as ravenously as before.
And so was the next.
Then another.
And another.
With every platefull she could feel her shirt get tighter around her massive stomach but she couldn't stop herself, she just kept on eating until every last piece of stew which Becks had cooked had been eaten. And she wanted more. She was just so hungry. Becky brought out a large sponge cake which she and her daughters had baked for the occasion. Sam's favourite. Sophie cut her a slice and passed it over to her waiting hands, watching it disappear seemingly instantaneously, and asking if she wanted another. This process repeated itself several times as Sam gratefully received each new slice and ate it until she heard a slight tearing sound. Looking down to her left, she noticed that the seam on the side of her top was beginning to tear, so she judged that it would now probably be best to stop.
Thanking Rebecca, she tried to stand up. Then she tried again. It didn't take her long to realise that she had plumped out so much, even in the last hour, that she was now much too big to fit through the gap between the table and the wall through which she had initially reached her seat. Stunned by Sam's ability to expand so much in a short space of time, but unaware as to the full extent of her hugeness, Becks once again - alongside her children - shifted the table to set Sam's bump free.
And what a bump it was.
As Sam stood up, Rebecca and Sophie's jaws dropped and Emma barely stifled a squeal. Sam had absolutely ballooned, becoming so immensely huge that her bump was almost reaching her hosts on the other side of the table. With an expression of mild panic, Sam rubbed her bump and pressed it in at the sides before reaching around it, and... She couldn't reach her belly button! She had predicted that she had at least a few weeks before she reached that point, but her appetite had caused her to grow several inches forwards over the course of dinner. Sam waddled to the mirror as fast as she could, holding the underside of her gigantic bump - discovering the now much larger patch of exposed flesh under her bulging tummy where her growth had hiked up her shirt - as she gazed at her enormous form. She had looked overdue for at least a month but she was now so incredibly plump and round that she looked like she was about to burst.
Embarrassed by the disruption she had caused, Sam made her excuses and after fumbling around struggling to get her shoes on with her now even more limited downward field of vision, she - swaying with the weight of her bump - squeezed through the door and hurried to her car, her engorged curves jiggling as she went.
She unlocked her car door and began to get in, before quickly encountering an obstacle. She took her phone out of her purse, dialled a number and placed it to her ear. A few seconds later she heard a voice on the other end, and responded whilst rubbing her vast, protruding bump:
"Hey, honey, could you come get me? Yeah, it happened, I'm finally too big".
nice work
