I originally planned to make this an intro chapter into a longer pregnancy story, with only minor inflation and sex that lead to a pregnancy, but I got carried away. Whoops. I might still do a rewrite in the future and incorporate that idea.
I whipped it up very quickly (2 hours for 2600 words) but I was happy with how it turned out. I hope some one else finds it enjoyable, too. Let me know what you think.
“Chug, chug, chug!”
The party crowd was in an uproar. There were only two people left in the drinking competition that had been consuming everyone’s attention for the last 10 minutes. Marcy picked up another beer – her eleventh. She cracked the can and downed the entire thing in four big pulls. She crunched the can in one hand and lazily discarded it on the floor. The sound of clanking aluminum was drowned out by the cheers of the sorority sisters crowded around their champion.
Across the table, Clark opened his twelfth beer and smirked. He dumped the entire beer straight down his throat and slammed the empty can back down on the table. Whooping and hollering erupted from his end of the table, where drunken frat boys exchanged high fives and chest bumps.
Admittedly, this wasn’t a fair fight. Marcy was probably half the weight of Clark, a heavyweight wrestler for the university. If she had one ace up her sleeve, it was that she was a very practiced drinker and had developed a high tolerance for alcohol. Plus, she had saved herself for tonight – for this competition. Where Clark has helped himself to a couple red bull vodkas before the show, Marcy was going in completely dry. This strategy of self-control was already paying dividends, as Marcy could see the drunkenness behind Clark’s cool smirk. The pace of the game was fast enough that she was still coasting by almost completely sober. But being a petite girl was proving to be challenging in other ways. Under the table, Marcy rubbed at the tightness beginning to grow in her waistline.
“Your turn, cutie,” Clark smarmed.
Marcy coolly took another beer out of her case and held it in front of her. Which a small flourish, she brandished a car key with her other hand and jabbed the bottom of the can. She quickly brought the stream of booze to her lips and shot gunned the entire can in only a few seconds. More cheers from the sorority side erupted, and some of the frat boys clapped along too. Clark grinned and grabbed two beers from his case. He punctured both in turn and sucked them both down simultaneously. With a great belch, he crushed the cans in each hand and tossed them aside. The shouting on the boy’s side of the table swelled to new volumes.
It would be a hard act to follow. Marcy looked down at her remaining beers. She still had half of her case left, and now she had to play catchup. She considered her options for a moment.
“Come on, Marcy!”
“Bring it to him, girl!”
Her sorority sisters cheered her on enthusiastically. Marcy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Bring me a pitcher.”
Low ooh’s reverberated across the crowd, and a few of the boys laughed as they sipped on their own beverages. In prompt manner, a pitcher was placed on the table before Marcy. She bent over from her seat to grab some more beers, stifling a belch as she did so. From the case she plucked five cans and brought them up to the table. Clark raised his eyebrows and sat back in his seat, casting a look that was one part bewildered and one part impressed. Marcy also noted that his gaze was drifting down a little too far to be polite. She opened each can pointedly, a spray of foam punctuating each crack of aluminum. She dumped it all into the pitcher, keeping eye contact with Clark as she did so.
She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to drink any more after this; she just had to pray Clark couldn’t continue, either. If Marcy was going to keep working the crowd, she figured she might as well go all-in on this play. Encouraged by the alcohol now coursing through her veins, she stood up from her seat and turned towards her sisters. She quickly tied her hair back into a ponytail and tied her loose-fitting flannel top into a knot below her chest. In a final display, she unclasped her belt and ripped the entire thing off in a single motion. The girls went wild, giggling and clapping at Marcy’s antics. Midriff exposed, and with ample room to take on the booze, Marcy turned back to the table and grabbed the pitcher. She tilted it to her mouth and began drinking in earnest. The crowd resumed its chanting, “chug, chug, chug!”
Marcy closed her eyes and focused on breathing through her nose in between gulps of beer. She could feel it splashing down her throat and into her stomach. The tightness within her belly grew, and it was only then that Marcy realized that in her excitement, she had forgotten to undo her pants button. She was about halfway through the pitcher now by her best estimation, so there was no stopping now. Marcy tilted the pitcher back even more and drank deeply. Her abdomen, already bloated from the first half of the game, had begun to push out substantially. Her pants strained against the flesh trying to rip them open.
With a small choke, Marcy finished the last gulp of beer. In spectacular fashion, the button on her pants finally gave out, and her gut seemed to explode forwards. She unceremoniously dropped the pitcher onto the floor and wiped the foam away from her mouth. With a groan, she slumped back into her seat and held her belly with both hands. To anyone walking into the scene, she might have seemed five or six months pregnant.
The party goers were jumping up and down, absolutely losing their drunken minds as the display. The girls crowded around Marcy and offered their congratulations. A few of them sloshed their beers onto her, some shook her by the shoulders, and yet a few more gave her round tummy some congratulatory rubs. Across the table, Clark smirked and clapped along. He stood up and crossed the gap to shake Marcy’s hand.
Marcy tried to stand up to meet the handshake, but the alcohol in her blood was now rearing its ugly head. She dizzily plopped back down into her chair and exhaled deeply. Her belly swelled more as the beer within sloshed and foamed at the excitement. She groaned and held the tight mound with both hands, rubbing the underside of her belly in a vain attempt to calm the raging seas within.
“We’d better get her up to her room,” suggested one of the sorority sisters. A few nodded in agreement and tried to move Marcy from her seat but given the amount of booze that had been consumed between the lot of them, they lacked the strength and coordination to lead her more than a few feet towards the stairs.
“Let me help,” Clark said. He scooped her up in his arms and walked her up the stairs to her bedroom. Marcy felt her belly gurgle at the motion and let out another feeble moan. Clark laid her down on her bed and let out another chuckle. “You know, you’re quite the entertainer. Good show down there.”
Marcy grinned and stretched out on her bed. “You put up a great fight too.” She laughed, but grimaced when her stomach clenched up in retaliation. “Oof – fuck. I think I really overdid it though. I look like I’m fuckin’ preggo. It actually kinda hurts.”
Clark sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. “Anything I could do to help?”
The world was spinning around Marcy as she tried to come to grips with her situation. She couldn’t really process the numbers exactly, but in the back of her mind, she knew she had well over a gallon of liquid sloshing around in her gut. And now her sparring partner from downstairs was sitting on her bed. Admittedly, he was pretty good looking. He was fit, at least, and if he was trying to stick around…
“Uh, yeah, sure. Make yourself… comfortable… uhnn…” Marcy held her head in one hand and patted the empty spot on the bed next to her.
“Hah, slow down there, cutie,” Clark said. “We’ve only just gotten to know each other and, uh, well… you’re pretty drunk.”
“Mmmh,” Marcy hummed in agreement. “I am pretty drunk, yes, but! That’s okay. You are too.”
Clark laughed. “True, that’s true,” he said. Marcy patted the spot next to her on the bed a bit more insistently. Clark walked around to the other side of the bed and went to lay down.
“W-wait!” Marcy motioned vaguely with her hand. “The door.”
Clark hopped back up, stumbling as he did so, and closed the door quietly. “And the lights?” Marcy gave a nod of approval, so Clark hit the lights and stumbled back to the bed in the dark. He laid down next to her and cleared his throat. “So, uh… what did you need help with?”
Marcy rolled onto her side to face Clark in the dark. She pouted, “this big ol’ belly of mine. I’ve seen the way you looked at it.” She gently slid her hand up Clark’s thigh, quickly finding his erection beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. He felt large. “Maybe you can start there.” She could feel Clark’s heart beating faster as she closed the gap between them. In truth, Marcy had always had a thing for bellies. It wasn’t something she broadcasted – well, at least when she was sober enough to know better – and it seems she had correctly pegged Clark for a guy with a similar predilection.
Clark ripped his shift off and laid on his back. In the dark, Marcy traced her hand up the length of his erection and continued up to his abdomen. “What’s this?” Marcy teased. “It seems to have a bit of a belly yourself.” She gently rubbed his bloated belly in small circles.
“Hah! Yeah, I guess fourteen beers will do that do a guy. But what about you? You crammed even more booze into that little body of yours than I did in mine, and I’m twice your size!”
“Yeah, it wasn’t easy. And now I think I’m like, twice your size. Heh.” Marcy rolled over and arched her back, sticking out her belly as far as she could make it go. She couldn’t see it herself in the dark, but she felt huge. It was certainly the biggest she had ever been. She sat up and took off her shirt. “Would you mind?” Clark felt for the back of her bra and undid the clasps.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was better able to take in her own image. Her belly bulged out from her waist, but the rest of her body was still prim and petite. Her tummy was so tight and round that gave the impression that she had swallowed a basketball. She thought her boobs looked cute perched above her belly, and Clark must have thought the same, because he had stripped off his pants and boxers and was completely naked and erect. Marcy laid back down and arched her back again, pushing her belly out to its limits.
“Wow, you look, uh…” Clark stammered as he grabbed his dick in one hand and placed his other on her abdomen.
“Pregnant?”
“I was going to say hot, but yeah, that too.”
Clark rubbed all over Marcy’s belly as he played with himself. He worked from the base of her bloat up to her belly button, where he paused to finger it slowly. Marcy moaned with pleasure and massaged the tight area between her stomach and her crotch. She bit her lip, and after a minute, she relaxed back into the bed.
Ever the showman, Marcy reached over the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water that had been sitting here from her last hangover. “You know, I’m going to have such a bad hangover if I don’t start drinking some water.”
“If you drink any more you’ll pop!” Clark balked, but his dick betrayed his emotions and grew ever harder.
“Please, I just want to feel good.” Marcy cooed and scooted closer to Clark, her free hand planted on her firm belly.
Clark took the bottle and undid the lid. He put it to her lips. Marcy drank from like bottle like she was dying of thirst, bucking her hips and gyrating her belly as it took on even more liquid. She quickly finished the bottle and groaned as her stomach grew even tighter.
“Another bottle,” she said desperately. “There should be some on the nightstand on your side of the bed.”
Clark reached over and found them, and one by one repeated the process, filling Marcy to the max with even more fluids.
Marcy gasped for air after finishing her last bottle. “Jesus Christ, my f-fucking belly. It’s so huge. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me and my big belly!”
Clark sat on top of her and found his mark. He pushed in slowly, letting her adjust to his size within her. Marcy threw her head back and moaned, impatiently, greedily pulling him deeper into herself until he collided with her belly.
And what a belly it was. Marcy had played around with bloating and stuffing before, but this was well beyond anything she had accomplished before. Her mound was turgid and tight – as tight as a woman due with a baby. She felt Clark thrusting within her, and she felt she could bust open right then and there. A peculiar and unfamiliar pressure had been building within her core, and Marcy could feel it coming to a head.
With a mighty thrust, Clark exploded inside Marcy. Marcy’s eyes shot wide open as the pressure within her peaked and shot up through her belly. Her navel popped outwards and blimped up to the size of a golf ball. Marcy let loose a high moan and twisted her belly button between her fingers, thrusting her hips until finally the dam broke and she came all over the dick inside her. Clark whimpered at the sight and continued cumming with a renewed and impossible vigor, filling her already stretched out body beyond its limits.
Eventually, Clark clambered off of Marcy and laid on his back to catch his breath.
Marcy was not finished, however, whether she wanted to be or not. The beer and water sloshed inside of her, the carbonation expanding within her despite lacking any place to go. Marcy grimaced and rolled off the bed and onto her feet.
“Oh m-my god.” Marcy was panting and rubbing her abdomen frantically. She turned and faced Clark, who had the breath knocked out of him all over again. Marcy looked massively pregnant. Her belly was a huge orb of flesh, blowing out her petite waist and shelving her boobs high into her chest. She was swelling to sizes she did not know she could reach even in her deepest fantasies.
Marcy reached under her mound and lifted it up as best she could in a bid to maneuver to the bedroom door. Her belly was so tight that it barely budged, but she did manage to waddle over to the door handle and lock it so no stray partiers could find her in this state. She barely managed to get herself back to the bed, where Clark was waiting with his mouth agape. She laid down gingerly on her back and let out a long sigh.
“I’m too drunk for this shit.”
Clark came to his senses and kissed her belly.
"Let's sleep it off then."
The pair managed to get into a position that was agreeable to them both. Clark spooned Marcy from the back, and Marcy spooned her huge tummy. Mercifully, her stomach had settled down, and while it was still incredibly tight and uncomfortable, she was no longer growing. Clark reached around and fondled her belly button, and Marcy - at last - drifted off to sleep.
I whipped it up very quickly (2 hours for 2600 words) but I was happy with how it turned out. I hope some one else finds it enjoyable, too. Let me know what you think.
“Chug, chug, chug!”
The party crowd was in an uproar. There were only two people left in the drinking competition that had been consuming everyone’s attention for the last 10 minutes. Marcy picked up another beer – her eleventh. She cracked the can and downed the entire thing in four big pulls. She crunched the can in one hand and lazily discarded it on the floor. The sound of clanking aluminum was drowned out by the cheers of the sorority sisters crowded around their champion.
Across the table, Clark opened his twelfth beer and smirked. He dumped the entire beer straight down his throat and slammed the empty can back down on the table. Whooping and hollering erupted from his end of the table, where drunken frat boys exchanged high fives and chest bumps.
Admittedly, this wasn’t a fair fight. Marcy was probably half the weight of Clark, a heavyweight wrestler for the university. If she had one ace up her sleeve, it was that she was a very practiced drinker and had developed a high tolerance for alcohol. Plus, she had saved herself for tonight – for this competition. Where Clark has helped himself to a couple red bull vodkas before the show, Marcy was going in completely dry. This strategy of self-control was already paying dividends, as Marcy could see the drunkenness behind Clark’s cool smirk. The pace of the game was fast enough that she was still coasting by almost completely sober. But being a petite girl was proving to be challenging in other ways. Under the table, Marcy rubbed at the tightness beginning to grow in her waistline.
“Your turn, cutie,” Clark smarmed.
Marcy coolly took another beer out of her case and held it in front of her. Which a small flourish, she brandished a car key with her other hand and jabbed the bottom of the can. She quickly brought the stream of booze to her lips and shot gunned the entire can in only a few seconds. More cheers from the sorority side erupted, and some of the frat boys clapped along too. Clark grinned and grabbed two beers from his case. He punctured both in turn and sucked them both down simultaneously. With a great belch, he crushed the cans in each hand and tossed them aside. The shouting on the boy’s side of the table swelled to new volumes.
It would be a hard act to follow. Marcy looked down at her remaining beers. She still had half of her case left, and now she had to play catchup. She considered her options for a moment.
“Come on, Marcy!”
“Bring it to him, girl!”
Her sorority sisters cheered her on enthusiastically. Marcy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Bring me a pitcher.”
Low ooh’s reverberated across the crowd, and a few of the boys laughed as they sipped on their own beverages. In prompt manner, a pitcher was placed on the table before Marcy. She bent over from her seat to grab some more beers, stifling a belch as she did so. From the case she plucked five cans and brought them up to the table. Clark raised his eyebrows and sat back in his seat, casting a look that was one part bewildered and one part impressed. Marcy also noted that his gaze was drifting down a little too far to be polite. She opened each can pointedly, a spray of foam punctuating each crack of aluminum. She dumped it all into the pitcher, keeping eye contact with Clark as she did so.
She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to drink any more after this; she just had to pray Clark couldn’t continue, either. If Marcy was going to keep working the crowd, she figured she might as well go all-in on this play. Encouraged by the alcohol now coursing through her veins, she stood up from her seat and turned towards her sisters. She quickly tied her hair back into a ponytail and tied her loose-fitting flannel top into a knot below her chest. In a final display, she unclasped her belt and ripped the entire thing off in a single motion. The girls went wild, giggling and clapping at Marcy’s antics. Midriff exposed, and with ample room to take on the booze, Marcy turned back to the table and grabbed the pitcher. She tilted it to her mouth and began drinking in earnest. The crowd resumed its chanting, “chug, chug, chug!”
Marcy closed her eyes and focused on breathing through her nose in between gulps of beer. She could feel it splashing down her throat and into her stomach. The tightness within her belly grew, and it was only then that Marcy realized that in her excitement, she had forgotten to undo her pants button. She was about halfway through the pitcher now by her best estimation, so there was no stopping now. Marcy tilted the pitcher back even more and drank deeply. Her abdomen, already bloated from the first half of the game, had begun to push out substantially. Her pants strained against the flesh trying to rip them open.
With a small choke, Marcy finished the last gulp of beer. In spectacular fashion, the button on her pants finally gave out, and her gut seemed to explode forwards. She unceremoniously dropped the pitcher onto the floor and wiped the foam away from her mouth. With a groan, she slumped back into her seat and held her belly with both hands. To anyone walking into the scene, she might have seemed five or six months pregnant.
The party goers were jumping up and down, absolutely losing their drunken minds as the display. The girls crowded around Marcy and offered their congratulations. A few of them sloshed their beers onto her, some shook her by the shoulders, and yet a few more gave her round tummy some congratulatory rubs. Across the table, Clark smirked and clapped along. He stood up and crossed the gap to shake Marcy’s hand.
Marcy tried to stand up to meet the handshake, but the alcohol in her blood was now rearing its ugly head. She dizzily plopped back down into her chair and exhaled deeply. Her belly swelled more as the beer within sloshed and foamed at the excitement. She groaned and held the tight mound with both hands, rubbing the underside of her belly in a vain attempt to calm the raging seas within.
“We’d better get her up to her room,” suggested one of the sorority sisters. A few nodded in agreement and tried to move Marcy from her seat but given the amount of booze that had been consumed between the lot of them, they lacked the strength and coordination to lead her more than a few feet towards the stairs.
“Let me help,” Clark said. He scooped her up in his arms and walked her up the stairs to her bedroom. Marcy felt her belly gurgle at the motion and let out another feeble moan. Clark laid her down on her bed and let out another chuckle. “You know, you’re quite the entertainer. Good show down there.”
Marcy grinned and stretched out on her bed. “You put up a great fight too.” She laughed, but grimaced when her stomach clenched up in retaliation. “Oof – fuck. I think I really overdid it though. I look like I’m fuckin’ preggo. It actually kinda hurts.”
Clark sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. “Anything I could do to help?”
The world was spinning around Marcy as she tried to come to grips with her situation. She couldn’t really process the numbers exactly, but in the back of her mind, she knew she had well over a gallon of liquid sloshing around in her gut. And now her sparring partner from downstairs was sitting on her bed. Admittedly, he was pretty good looking. He was fit, at least, and if he was trying to stick around…
“Uh, yeah, sure. Make yourself… comfortable… uhnn…” Marcy held her head in one hand and patted the empty spot on the bed next to her.
“Hah, slow down there, cutie,” Clark said. “We’ve only just gotten to know each other and, uh, well… you’re pretty drunk.”
“Mmmh,” Marcy hummed in agreement. “I am pretty drunk, yes, but! That’s okay. You are too.”
Clark laughed. “True, that’s true,” he said. Marcy patted the spot next to her on the bed a bit more insistently. Clark walked around to the other side of the bed and went to lay down.
“W-wait!” Marcy motioned vaguely with her hand. “The door.”
Clark hopped back up, stumbling as he did so, and closed the door quietly. “And the lights?” Marcy gave a nod of approval, so Clark hit the lights and stumbled back to the bed in the dark. He laid down next to her and cleared his throat. “So, uh… what did you need help with?”
Marcy rolled onto her side to face Clark in the dark. She pouted, “this big ol’ belly of mine. I’ve seen the way you looked at it.” She gently slid her hand up Clark’s thigh, quickly finding his erection beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. He felt large. “Maybe you can start there.” She could feel Clark’s heart beating faster as she closed the gap between them. In truth, Marcy had always had a thing for bellies. It wasn’t something she broadcasted – well, at least when she was sober enough to know better – and it seems she had correctly pegged Clark for a guy with a similar predilection.
Clark ripped his shift off and laid on his back. In the dark, Marcy traced her hand up the length of his erection and continued up to his abdomen. “What’s this?” Marcy teased. “It seems to have a bit of a belly yourself.” She gently rubbed his bloated belly in small circles.
“Hah! Yeah, I guess fourteen beers will do that do a guy. But what about you? You crammed even more booze into that little body of yours than I did in mine, and I’m twice your size!”
“Yeah, it wasn’t easy. And now I think I’m like, twice your size. Heh.” Marcy rolled over and arched her back, sticking out her belly as far as she could make it go. She couldn’t see it herself in the dark, but she felt huge. It was certainly the biggest she had ever been. She sat up and took off her shirt. “Would you mind?” Clark felt for the back of her bra and undid the clasps.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was better able to take in her own image. Her belly bulged out from her waist, but the rest of her body was still prim and petite. Her tummy was so tight and round that gave the impression that she had swallowed a basketball. She thought her boobs looked cute perched above her belly, and Clark must have thought the same, because he had stripped off his pants and boxers and was completely naked and erect. Marcy laid back down and arched her back again, pushing her belly out to its limits.
“Wow, you look, uh…” Clark stammered as he grabbed his dick in one hand and placed his other on her abdomen.
“Pregnant?”
“I was going to say hot, but yeah, that too.”
Clark rubbed all over Marcy’s belly as he played with himself. He worked from the base of her bloat up to her belly button, where he paused to finger it slowly. Marcy moaned with pleasure and massaged the tight area between her stomach and her crotch. She bit her lip, and after a minute, she relaxed back into the bed.
Ever the showman, Marcy reached over the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water that had been sitting here from her last hangover. “You know, I’m going to have such a bad hangover if I don’t start drinking some water.”
“If you drink any more you’ll pop!” Clark balked, but his dick betrayed his emotions and grew ever harder.
“Please, I just want to feel good.” Marcy cooed and scooted closer to Clark, her free hand planted on her firm belly.
Clark took the bottle and undid the lid. He put it to her lips. Marcy drank from like bottle like she was dying of thirst, bucking her hips and gyrating her belly as it took on even more liquid. She quickly finished the bottle and groaned as her stomach grew even tighter.
“Another bottle,” she said desperately. “There should be some on the nightstand on your side of the bed.”
Clark reached over and found them, and one by one repeated the process, filling Marcy to the max with even more fluids.
Marcy gasped for air after finishing her last bottle. “Jesus Christ, my f-fucking belly. It’s so huge. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me and my big belly!”
Clark sat on top of her and found his mark. He pushed in slowly, letting her adjust to his size within her. Marcy threw her head back and moaned, impatiently, greedily pulling him deeper into herself until he collided with her belly.
And what a belly it was. Marcy had played around with bloating and stuffing before, but this was well beyond anything she had accomplished before. Her mound was turgid and tight – as tight as a woman due with a baby. She felt Clark thrusting within her, and she felt she could bust open right then and there. A peculiar and unfamiliar pressure had been building within her core, and Marcy could feel it coming to a head.
With a mighty thrust, Clark exploded inside Marcy. Marcy’s eyes shot wide open as the pressure within her peaked and shot up through her belly. Her navel popped outwards and blimped up to the size of a golf ball. Marcy let loose a high moan and twisted her belly button between her fingers, thrusting her hips until finally the dam broke and she came all over the dick inside her. Clark whimpered at the sight and continued cumming with a renewed and impossible vigor, filling her already stretched out body beyond its limits.
Eventually, Clark clambered off of Marcy and laid on his back to catch his breath.
Marcy was not finished, however, whether she wanted to be or not. The beer and water sloshed inside of her, the carbonation expanding within her despite lacking any place to go. Marcy grimaced and rolled off the bed and onto her feet.
“Oh m-my god.” Marcy was panting and rubbing her abdomen frantically. She turned and faced Clark, who had the breath knocked out of him all over again. Marcy looked massively pregnant. Her belly was a huge orb of flesh, blowing out her petite waist and shelving her boobs high into her chest. She was swelling to sizes she did not know she could reach even in her deepest fantasies.
Marcy reached under her mound and lifted it up as best she could in a bid to maneuver to the bedroom door. Her belly was so tight that it barely budged, but she did manage to waddle over to the door handle and lock it so no stray partiers could find her in this state. She barely managed to get herself back to the bed, where Clark was waiting with his mouth agape. She laid down gingerly on her back and let out a long sigh.
“I’m too drunk for this shit.”
Clark came to his senses and kissed her belly.
"Let's sleep it off then."
The pair managed to get into a position that was agreeable to them both. Clark spooned Marcy from the back, and Marcy spooned her huge tummy. Mercifully, her stomach had settled down, and while it was still incredibly tight and uncomfortable, she was no longer growing. Clark reached around and fondled her belly button, and Marcy - at last - drifted off to sleep.
