This is by far the longest and, IMHO, best story I've ever written. It's sci-fi based, involving hyper-pregnancy, sex, girl-on-girl, food, mobility struggles, and other things that turn me on, with just enough story to hold it all together. If you like it, great. If not, you get what you paid for. Also available on DeviantArt:
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Carrying for the Colony: Extended Gestation
by pregbelltrim
Two weeks after her 19th birthday, Lena dutifully walked into the Ganymede Colony Fertility Center. Citizenship in the 24th Century colony on Jupiter’s largest moon had to be earned through one of several options. It was either three years military service, four years manual labor, or for females, there was the option to serve for three years as a birth mother. It was the same for everyone, regardless of wealth or social status, and by the time the fateful day arrived, most of Ganymede’s young people had made up their minds about which path they wanted to pursue.
Lena was a typical girl. She wasn’t un-patriotic, but neither was she persuaded by the propaganda posters making these options seem more glamorous than they clearly were. She just wanted to do her service and get on with her life. Four years seemed way too long, and she hated the idea of being barked at by a drill sergeant. Modern medicine had made childbirth perfectly safe and relatively painless, so serving as a birth mother seemed like the easiest route. Sit around eating pickles and ice cream for a few years, pop out a few brats, and then worry about getting her figure back later when she had her citizenship card.
She walked up to the front desk and presented her documents to the secretary, who told her to have a seat and, “Deputy Director Crenshaw will be with you shortly.” When they called her name, Lena was more than a little surprised to be greeted by a handsome young man with close cropped, jet black hair, a clean-shaven square jaw, and bright blue eyes. When she heard he was a Deputy Director, Lena expected to see a gray haired old man, and she wondered what this good looking guy - no more than ten years older than her - had done to climb so high so fast.
“Welcome, Lena! We’re so thrilled that you’ve decided to fulfill your service to the colony with us. I know I’m a little biased, but trust me when I say you’ve made the right choice!” He was subtle about it, but Lena could sense his eyes physically appraising her. She wondered whether this was the usual male interest or something more professional - like a farmer sizing up a potential broodmare. Maybe a little of both? The Deputy Director cut off her musing with a cheerful, “Please, let me show you around!”
They walked through the doors into the center proper, and Lena was amazed to see dozens of young girls in various stages of pregnancy - some just barely showing, others looking fit to burst, and some who must have been carrying higher order multiples. She had never considered the possibility of conceiving multiples and started having some hesitation at the prospect. She had always envisioned three easy singleton pregnancies, and the thought of carrying all that extra weight made her nervous. That said, all of these girls, including the very largest - actually, *especially* the very largest - carried themselves with remarkable grace.
They passed a petite girl whose absolutely massive belly dominated her tiny frame, yet she seemed to waddle along with a practiced ease, belly thrust out proudly in front with one slender hand draped over the top. She was chatting and laughing with two other girls, much smaller by comparison, but both looking ready to pop in their own right. None of them seemed seriously encumbered by their considerable bulk.
Lena’s mind swam with questions, but she thought it better to hold her tongue for the time being as the Deputy Director showed her around the facility. Each girl got her own basic but comfortable room with a holovid projector, private bath, and wardrobe, though everyone seemed to wear the same maternity uniform - a form-fitting white dress with slip-on white shoes. In the common area, there was a large exercise facility with a swimming pool, a well-stocked food hall, and rec rooms with various games and other forms of entertainment. “We offer several exercise classes, including water aerobics, which we strongly encourage all birth mothers to avail themselves of, both for their own health and for that of their babies. Likewise, the dining hall is open 24/7, and you’ll have something that most citizens outside of here never enjoy - an unlimited ration card. Like I said, we want healthy moms and healthy babies,” he added with a smile. “There’s also a physical therapist who performs massages, though that’s limited to one per birth mother per week. After all, this is service, not a vacation,” he laughed.
They finished the tour back in the Deputy Director’s office, where he went over the terms and conditions of the service contract. “So, as I’m sure you’re well aware, the standard contract is for three pregnancies in three years with a three month recovery window in between each. Then you’re free to go, unless you decide you’d like to stay on with us, but that would be entirely at your discretion. However, we have also been working on some more… experimental fertility treatments that would enable you to complete your service requirement significantly faster.”
That got Lena’s attention. Anything that got her out of here and on with her life sooner seemed at least worth hearing out. “What do you mean by ‘experimental’?” she asked.
“As I said, we would normally have you complete three standard pregnancies in three years, but we have a new pilot program where the birth of a single baby is artificially delayed. This results in larger, healthier ‘newborns’ who are able to walk and eat solid foods within their first few weeks out of the womb. This significantly reduces the workload and increases the capacity of our nursery program.”
“Exactly how long are these births ‘delayed’?” Lena asked, somewhat nervously.
“Under the pilot program - which is already demonstrating tremendous results, by the way - you would be pregnant with one baby for exactly two standard earth years… 24 months. That would be the full length of your contract, and you would be released from service with full citizenship a whole year early. I won’t lie to you, hyper-pregnancy can be a real ‘heavy lift,’ especially in the last two or three trimesters, but our team will do everything we can to make you as comfortable as possible. I wouldn’t expect you to make up your mind just yet. Think it over, but do consider the possibilities.”
“So, that girl I saw in there who looked like she was carrying quintuplets…” Lena began.
“Katie?” he asked with a smile, and Lena was impressed that he knew the girls by name. “No, just a singleton in there, but she’s more than 20 months along, so quite large as you saw. We generally don’t do multiples here, except for naturally occurring ones, of course. The limiting factor for our nursery complex isn’t the number of babies, it’s raising them to the age of self-sufficiency. These extended pregnancies allow the nursery complex to achieve much greater efficiency.”
This was a lot to take in. Lena absent-mindedly thanked the Deputy Director and made her way out of the facility, her body seemingly on autopilot as her mind raced with the possibilities. “Two whole fucking years pregnant??” She thought to herself. “I’d be absolutely huge, like that girl with the asteroid-sized belly in there… but is that really any worse than being regular huge for three whole years?” Lena mentally weighed the pros and cons, but in the back of her mind, she knew what her decision would be. She wanted to be done as quickly as possible, and that made up her mind for her.
Two weeks later, at the peak of her fertile cycle, Lena returned to the Fertility Center and completed all the relevant paperwork, signing herself up for the two-year pilot program. She then changed into a medical gown and was led into a physician’s office, where they performed the surprisingly low-tech insemination process. Lena didn’t know quite what she was expecting, but the tech assured her that the turkey baster full of goo was all that was necessary to get the job done. “Just an artificial proxy for the biological article,” the tech laughed.
After the process was complete, Lena was led to the room that would be her home for the next two years. She sat on the bed, deep in contemplation, alternately looking between her still relatively flat belly and the doorway, wondering if it would even be wide enough for her to fit through by the end of this. Lena was so lost in her reverie that she almost didn't notice when the doorway was filled with the figure of a cute young girl who looked to be about 6 months along.
"Hey, you must be the new girl," she said. "I'm Jen. Can I show you around?"
"Thanks, but Deputy Director Crenshaw already gave me the tour," Lena replied.
"That was the 'official' tour," Jen said with a laugh. " Let me show you around for real."
Lena figured she didn’t have anything better to do for the next two years, and it would be good to make a friend, so she decided to play along. “As you’ve probably noticed, they’ve got artificial Earth gravity in here, which unfortunately can’t be turned down - low-g is apparently bad for the babies’ development, something about bone density or whatever. There’s the chow hall - the food’s actually really good. They keep a standard 3-meals-a-day schedule, but there are always snacks and stuff available whenever you want. An unwritten rule that you don’t want to break is to always let someone who’s more pregnant than you go first in line - the biggest bellies get fed first. You should also have some snacks in the fridge in your room. Our rooms are in the standard maternity barracks, which is where most of the girls live. There are also special, larger rooms for girls in the extended gestation program.” When Lena mentioned that she had enrolled in that program, and Jen’s startled reaction didn’t exactly fill her with confidence. Lena began to second guess whether she might have made a mistake signing herself up for a science experiment.
“Well, at least you’ll get out of here early,” Jen said in an attempt to reassure the new girl and make up for her initial reaction. “I suppose they’ll move you to the EG wing once you start your 4th trimester. Makes sense, since I’ve never seen any normal-sized girls coming or going from there… well, I don’t mean to say they’re ‘abnormal’... but you know what I mean, right?”
Lena nodded, her mind still trying to process the phrase “4th trimester.” It just hit the ear strangely, though she supposed it was technically accurate. While she was mulling this over, Jen continued to prattle on about the various amenities, including the best times of day to use the dining hall and fitness center and which aqua aerobics classes had the cutest instructors, when they almost bumped - literally - into a massively pregnant wall of a woman. Her jet black hair contrasted starkly with her perfectly pale complexion, giving the appearance of a goth chick, though she wore the same standard white dress as everyone else. The girl’s tall, statuesque frame - every bit of 6 feet - did nothing to diminish the size of her huge, globular belly, which jutted out prominently in front of her and seemed to take up her entire large torso.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” The big girl blurted out. “Oh, this must be the new script? Kinda chubby, but I guess she’ll do.”
Lena was both offended and confused by the remark, given the source, and reflexively said, “Um, I mean…” while staring wide-eyed at the larger girl’s belly.
“This?” she laughed, placing one hand on her prodigious middle, the other on one of her very generous hips, “This is the colony’s single most productive baby factory, currently in my 4th trimester with a big, healthy pair of twins. That,” she said, gesturing at Lena’s own waist, “is useless chub. You’d better start thinking of yourself as an athlete around here unless you want to wind up bed-bound. Remember, script, a real woman carries her own load. Anyway, just know your place in the chow line, and we won’t have any problems.” With that, the great big baby factory pushed past them, making her surprisingly graceful way to the dining hall.
“That was weird,” said a visibly stung Lena.
“Oh, don’t let Britt bother you. She’s like that to all us scripts,” Jen said reassuringly.
“Also, what does that mean? What’s a script?” asked Lena.
“Oh, that’s us,” Jen chuckled. “Short for ‘conscript.’ It’s what they call us girls who are just in here doing our mandatory service. Britt is a ‘career’ - somebody who’s decided to make this life just that: their whole fucking career. Can you believe it? I think they’re all just insecure that pumping out babies is all they’ll ever amount to in life, which is why the careers are such stuck up bitches to us scripts. Anyway, there’s a pretty hard and fast pecking order around here with careers at the top and scripts at the bottom, and within each group it goes by belly size. Hey, so in a few months after I pop this one out, and you’re still growing, you’ll be able to cut in front of me in the chow line!” Jen added as an afterthought, thinking it would cheer Lena up more than it actually did.
As they kept walking, Lena couldn’t help but notice how many full term and hyper-pregnant girls, some even bigger than Britt, were walking around without any kind of assistance whatsoever. “Isn’t there something they can do around here to help us get around when we get all huge like that? Can’t they get us hover chairs or anti-grav devices… or something?” Lena asked.
“Oh man, it’s a good thing you didn’t ask that in front of Britt!” Jen laughed. “Yeah, they’ve got all that stuff and more, but you just don’t want to be seen using it. Like she said, ‘a real woman carries her own load.’ Using a hover chair or even walking with a really goofy waddle makes it look like you can’t handle your own weight. Even though she’s a total bitch, Britt wasn’t completely wrong about the athlete thing. Pregnancy is hard work, and it’s important to keep our legs and back muscles strong.”
They finished the tour in the chow hall, and Lena conscientiously got in line behind the visibly pregnant Jen. “You can have all the sweets and fried stuff you want, but be sure to save room on your plate for fruits and veggies. Remember, you’re an athlete, and while I’m running ‘sprints,’ you just signed up for a ‘marathon,’” Jen advised, as she piled her own plate with fried chicken, green beans, carrots, mashed potatoes, and brownie bites, then poured herself two big glasses of milk. Lena wasn’t especially hungry but felt like she should probably eat something and made herself a smaller portion of the same.
As they ate, Lena began to feel like Jen was someone she could trust with sensitive questions, so she decided to ask, “So, we’re in here for a long time, and I’ve heard that pregnancy hormones can make a girl’s usual needs more intense. Is there any… ya know?”
“What, you mean sex?” Jen responded loudly enough to make Lena uncomfortable, and she laughed as Lena’s face turned bright red. “Hey, nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, sex and pregnancy aren’t exactly unrelated, ya know? Yeah, there are more than a few male employees around here who are really into preggos, and as long as it’s all consensual and you keep it on the down low, nobody seems to make a fuss about it. There’s also plenty of girl-on-girl action… like, way more than you’d think… if you’re into that kind of thing. Something about being all big and swollen up together…” Jen bit her lip and eyed a trio of heavily pregnant girls, each at least 8 months along, who had just made their way up to the chow line, the lust positively oozing from Jen’s longing gaze.
For once it was Lena’s turn to snap Jen out of a day dream. “And, of these male employees who you say are into it. You wouldn’t happen to know if Deputy Director Crenshaw is one of them, would you?”
“Oooh, somebody’s got a crush!” Jen replied, making Lena blush. “You mean Andy? Yeah, he’s like the biggest belly hound of them all. Do you really think a man like him would take a job like that if he wasn’t down with the bump?”
Lena gave a lusty smile and stabbed her empty plate with her fork. Huh, finished already and still hungry? She thought to herself. Guess I’m officially eating for two, now.
WEEK 14
At 14 weeks pregnant, Lena was just entering her second trimester. Days, weeks, and months were curious things to calculate on a moon like Ganymede, so like most of the Solar System, they still kept their calendars by Earth standard time. At the beginning of her second trimester, Lena was showing with a modest yet well-defined baby bump. Her breasts, while not visibly much larger, had grown incredibly sensitive and felt significantly heavier… fuller, as if they were just threatening to start blowing up at any minute. Lena’s hips and butt also felt just a bit softer than they had 14 short weeks ago. While she might have normally been concerned about losing her figure, life in the Fertility Center had already conditioned Lena to welcome these changes, since status among the birth mothers was essentially based on belly size.
Waiting in line at the chow hall, Lena respectfully let the larger girls (which was most of them) pass her in line, and the interminable waiting only stoked her already ravenous pregnancy appetite. By the time it was finally her turn to order, Lena piled her tray up with a big bowl of pasta and meatballs, several sweet pastries, a grilled cheese sandwich, a generous helping of Martian pheasant, two servings of ice cream, and several glasses of fruit juice and chocolate milk to wash it all down.
Balancing all that on her tray, Lena made her way between the tables, which were thankfully set wide enough apart to accommodate even the most gravid birth mothers, until she found her friend, Jen, now full-term and nearly ready to give birth. However, Jen didn’t immediately notice Lena, as her full attention was directed at the equally massive tray of food in front of her. Only when Lena placed her tray on the table and gingerly lowered her growing bulk onto the chair did Jen look up. Jen’s eyes went wide and she gave an approving grin at the pile of chow on her friend’s tray. Through a mouth muffled with chocolate donut, Jen managed to say, “Thass thu spirut! Godda keep thah bebe fat un happee.” Both girls giggled at that, and Jen took a big swig of milk to wash the sweet confection down her eager gullet.
Lena immediately plowed into her meal with the same enthusiasm as Jen and all the other girls in the chow hall, utterly at the mercy of their demanding little unborn passengers. Lena took a comically huge bite out of her grilled cheese, cramming a full third of the sandwich into her mouth. As the buttery bread and melty cheese hit her hormone-ravaged taste buds, a wave of pure euphoria crashed over the poor girl. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Lena emitted a soft moan that was almost sexual.
Barely pausing to savor the rich, creamy flavor, Lena continued to shovel down food like someone who hadn’t eaten in weeks, though in truth breakfast had barely been 2 hours ago. There wasn’t much room for table conversation between the two girls. It just felt sooo good to sate the hunger pangs and cravings while soothing her growing baby that Lena continued to moan and purr with delight as she stuffed her increasingly chubby cheeks with one course after another.
Eventually, Jen, who had finished her own meal, sat back to watch the show. Rubbing deep circles on her now very full belly, Jen was enjoying seeing how much Lena was enjoying her meal. As Lena made little moans of delight, Jen quietly urged her on. “Mmmm, you like that, don’t you?” she encouraged her friend. And then, picking up a piece of chocolate cake, Jen lifted it gently to Lena’s hungry and waiting lips, holding it just out of reach for a moment. The sweet smell of it wafted up into Lena’s nose, and she gave a broad smile of anticipation. Jen brought the sweet treat closer and closer, just teasing Lena’s lips with it until she couldn’t take anymore and lunged with her head, taking a great big bite of the chocolatey wedge hanging before her face. Lena ate it with the same gusto she had everything else and didn’t seem to notice or mind the chocolate frosting that she’d gotten all over her face.
Lena locked eyes with Jen, who was still holding the cake in front of her, and gave her most intense sexual glare. As if making some point, Lena took another great chomp out of the cake, nearly biting off one of Jen’s finger tips in the process and getting even more frosting on her face in the process. Without breaking the sexually-charged eye contact, Lena took a dainty finger, wiped a bit of frosting from her own face, and gently placed it on Jen’s lips. Jen, now fully on board with whatever was happening, took Lena’s entire finger into her mouth, and sucked gently on it, well past the point of cleaning off the sweet, sticky frosting.
Without a word, Lena got up, grabbed Jen by the hand, and pulled the larger girl away from the table toward her room. She only paused for a moment to grab two more slices of cake in to-go boxes, purring to Jen, “We’re gonna need these…”
Even when it came to sex, there were unspoken hierarchical rules in the Fertility Complex, and as always, size mattered. When two preggos hooked up, the bigger girl got her jollies first, and if she was feeling generous, would then reciprocate. It wasn’t anything that anyone lorded over each other (except maybe Britt). It was simply the way things worked. Lena quickly ripped off her maternity uniform and then helped her much more rotund friend and soon-to-be lover with hers.
As Jen stood there fully naked, Lena took a moment to admire the amazing figure that stood before her. Pale, cream colored skin from freckled head to adorable plump little toes, large swollen mommy milkers above a perfectly round, filled to bursting baby belly with only the faintest stretch marks along the sides. Her belly button was fully popped out, looking as prominent as a third nipple.
Without saying a word or even breaking eye contact, Lena grabbed a handful of messy chocolate cake and smeared it on Jen’s heaving breasts. “Oops,” she said, sarcastically. Then she grabbed another handful and smeared it all over her friend’s massive belly. “Clumsy me,” she said flatly. Then, handing Jen the other piece of cake, she said, “Here. Sit. This is for you to eat while I clean you off.”
Jen sat down on the small couch, as she was told, and took a bite of the offered treat, but she was instantly distracted by the utterly ravenous Lena going to work on her tits. She was in some kind of hormonal transe and going at it with the eagerness of a pubescent girl who had just discovered sex. Lena lapped and sucked eagerly at Jen’s tits, and they responded with nipples growing almost painfully erect. When she’d gotten her friend’s udders squeaky clean, Lena moved on to her belly, licking, caressing, and lapping up chocolate with just as much attention to detail, and giving special attention to her protruding belly button.
Once all the chocolate was gone and both girls were worked up in a fine sweat, it was time to move onto the main course. Lena probed Jen’s nethers, gently and inquisitively at first before diving in, head-first as it were, and titillating her labia with an expertise that only a woman can. Having Jen’s gravid belly weighing down on her head only made it more erotic for Lena. It didn’t take long before Jen was screaming in ecstasy, clawing desperately at the couch with one hand and running the fingers of her other through Lena’s long, brown hair. Lena could feel Jen’s belly contract as it weighed on her head. Finally, Jen was left a sweaty, panting, naked, pregnant mess, her pussy dripping with her own fluids and Lena’s saliva.
When Jen finally recovered, she thanked Lena and then ordered the smaller girl to lay down on the bed. Lena did as she was instructed, eagerly awaiting whatever was to come. “That was amazing, girl. Unfortunately, I just don’t have your kind of energy these days, so I’m gonna need a little help from my friend here,” Jen said, pulling out an obscenely massive vibrator, and turning the setting from “stun” to “kill.” “But you can continue to worship my big, pregnant belly while I work on you,” Jen said with a wink. Then, she positioned herself with her belly over Lena’s face and none-too-gently inserted the vibrator into her friend’s eager and waiting pussy. Lena giggled with delight at the sensation and began kissing, licking, fondling, and sucking on the huge pregnant belly that hung directly above her face as Jen nearly burnt out the batteries of her powerful electric tool, driving Lena to countless orgasms.
WEEK 27
When she wasn’t stuffing her face, killing time with the other scripts, or engaging in various romantic dalliances, Lena would lounge half-naked in her room, binging trashy holovids and unconsciously stroking her growing belly. At 7 months along, Lena looked every bit of 8, her unborn baby growing big and healthy. That thought made her smile. This was still just a job for her. She was here to deliver this baby, earn her citizenship, and get out and on with life. However, she was beginning to take pleasure in the thought that she was growing a new life inside her. Lena would - thankfully - not have to raise this baby or ever see her again, but she was still her mother. Lena reflected on this thought as she rubbed soft circles on her maternal swell, quietly humming little songs to the tiny life within her and smiling with pure joy whenever she felt the baby kick.
One morning, early in her seventh month, Lena awoke and pulled on her white maternity dress uniform, the quantum-elastic material stretching effortlessly over her new and burgeoning curves. Just entering her third trimester, she was still feeling the “good second trimester energy” with a belly that was large but manageable… for now. For most pregnant women, the third trimester was the home stretch, but Lena still had three quarters of this pregnancy in front of her. In front of her… that seemed to be where all the action was these days as her unborn baby pushed farther and farther out each day. She was now big enough that it was beginning to impact her mobility. Getting out of bed took a little more effort, and Lena found herself getting slightly winded on the walk to the chow hall. However, she pushed those feelings aside for two reasons: first, a real woman carries her own load, and she didn’t want any of the other girls to think she was already starting to feel overwhelmed by her pregnancy, and second, Lena knew she still had a long way to go, and the load was only going to get much, much heavier.
After half a standard year in the Fertility Center, Lena had settled into a nice little routine. There were very few scheduled requirements other than routine medical check-ups, so most mornings she would wake up in time for a late breakfast, catch up with Jen and some other friends she’d made among the scripts, then second breakfast before heading over to the athletic center for some prenatal yoga, then a hearty lunch before aquarobics - the larger she grew, the more she reveled in the feeling of relative weightlessness in the pool - after which she was usually famished for supper, then either a nap or a little time with the girls in the rec room before dinner (as her load grew heavier, the nap was increasingly the more attractive option), and finally a run or two at the dessert table before bed. The girls half joked about the staff giving them supplements to increase their appetites - only half joking because it was probably true.
One morning, Lena and Jen were enjoying a light “pre-workout” meal before their prenatal yoga class. Eggs, bacon, more eggs, and fruit - a lean, protein-heavy meal to hopefully give the girls the energy they needed to roll around on the floor and practice breathing for 45 minutes. Lena even resisted the urge to put cheese on her eggs, fearing it would make her loggy. Her baby didn’t appreciate this uncharacteristic restraint and seemed to be letting her displeasure be known with a series of sharp kicks to Lena’s ribs. Lena tried to sooth her suddenly active little one and promised that she would make it up to her with as many grilled cheese sandwiches as she could fit in her belly after class.
Jen had just recently been impregnated with her second baby, having given birth to her first one 3 months earlier. Jen spent some of her 3-month recovery time visiting family and made a decent attempt to get her figure somewhat back to normal. Even though she knew she’d be going through that whole pregnancy experience again - two more times - she wanted to avoid letting her body go completely. She’d managed to firm up her core a little, though there was still the telltale pooch of postpartum fluff, which was now about to fill out with growing baby #2. Her hips and ass remained considerably wider than they had been before, and her tits were a full two cup-sizes bigger - now a generous DD-cup. These would likely remain as the permanent badges of honor that marked a former birth mother for life, but Jen didn’t mind. She thought her new hourglass figure made her look more womanly, more… voluptuous.
As Lena greedily shoveled food into her mouth, momentarily unaware of her surroundings, Jen couldn’t help but stare at her friend’s 7-month belly. Jen remembered 7 months pregnant, having just been there herself. She remembered that was when things started to get “really real,” when her belly started to become huge and unwieldy, when her tits began to grow heavy with milk. For Jen, the third trimester was the grand finale, but for Lena this was only the beginning. She still had another year and a half to go, during which her belly would continue to grow exponentially faster. Jen wondered what her friend would look like by the end of this. She’d of course seen other women go through the EG program, but each one was different. Some went huge in the hips and others were all belly, some breasts stopped growing after 9-months and others continued to swell and grow for the full two years. Would Lena’s frame be able to accommodate her growing bulk, or would it completely overwhelm her figure, turning the poor girl into a giant ball of belly?
Jen saw a lump move across the surface of Lena’s belly beneath her dress as the baby kicked. Lena unconsciously gave the spot a soothing rub with one hand while continuing to plow through her meal with the other. After virtually licking her plate clean, Lena leaned back in her chair and rubbed large circles on her well-stuffed belly with both hands. “Well, let’s get this over with,” she groaned to her friend.
Jen walked and Lena waddled down to the yoga studio, where they peeled off the form-fitting white dresses that served as the Fertility Center’s maternity uniform and kicked aside their matching white slippers and climbed into the white exercise unitards. The stretchy fabric cupped their now generous butts gently and had built-in support for bellies as well as breasts, leaving their legs and arms exposed to the warm air of the yoga studio. They placed their mats next to each other and waited for the session to begin.
The class was led by a very athletic young man, not much older than Lena herself, but built like a bronze statue. Lena had been in a few classes with him before and remembered his name was Hank. He had five female assistants at the front of the room to model the various positions and modifications for the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 7th trimesters. The five assistants, all birth mothers of the facility who had opted for this job as a collateral duty, had a similar appearance about them, and the effect was almost like looking at a living series of progression holos, starting with the barely perceptible bump, then the noticeably rounder 2nd trimester, the natural “full-term,” and then just-over-a-year, and finally the nearly two-year hyper-pregnant forms.
Lena almost felt like she was looking into the future as she eyed the two hyper-pregnant mothers. Their bellies were clearly the dominant feature, but upon closer inspection, their breasts and hips had also kept pace. Even though these mamas were “gym rats” - spending far more time in fitness classes than the average birth mother - they had still accumulated a visible “softness” about their features, especially in the face, and their arms and legs were unmistakably thicker than the other girls.
Lena, who was just beginning her 3rd trimester, knew that she clearly outweighed the much fitter 3rd trimester assistant already, and in a very short time, she would be as big as those other girls… or bigger. Lena was especially fixated on the largest girl, in her 7th trimester, who looked like an absolute blimp up there, the stretchy white fabric of her unitard doing everything in its power to contain the massive expanse of pregnancy that this poor girl was toting around. And Lena knew that in a year and a half, that extreme parody of gravidity would likely appear absolutely waifish compared to herself. Hank, the instructor, snapped Lena out of her reverie by calling out the first series of warm-up stretches.
Jen touched her toes, and Lena tried to touch hers, the protruding mass of her belly blocking her full range of motion. Jen stood on one foot, hands folded in meditation. Lena tried but found it awkward to balance all of her new weight on one foot for more than a few seconds. As she began to wobble, the instructor, who had been walking up and down the rows, came up behind her and gently placed one hand on her shoulder and another on the curve of her hip. “It’s alright,” he whispered soothingly in her ear, “as the body grows to create new life, the mind must learn to work with it. Don’t let your mind worry, your body knows exactly what to do.” He released his hold on Lena, giving her hip a little caress as he did so, professionally pulling away right before his hand would have made contact with her ass.
Up until recently, Lena hadn’t attracted much attention from the male staff members beyond polite nods. This made sense, since any man who was sexually attracted to preggos had a whole harem to choose from, ranging from the nearly full term to the grossly hyper-pregnant. Now entering her third trimester, Lena finally seemed to be appearing on their radar.
As she transitioned into an awkwardly sloppy rendition of downward dog, Lena once again felt the instructor’s strong hands on her body, this time gently lifting her belly. Standing behind her and leaning over, with one hand on either side of her bump, he said, “Let’s lift that butt up a little higher.” As Lena complied, she could feel his rock hard member pressing into her plump ass through their clothes. Now a bit less professionally than before, he rubbed his throbbing bulge against her backside. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Mmmm, much better,” Lena cooed. “But I’m still having some trouble with this position. Maybe you can help me after class?” she asked with mock innocence.
“It would be my pleasure,” he responded, and gave her belly a light squeeze before moving on and continuing his progression around the room.
The class continued for another 20 minutes without any additional “hands-on” assistance from Hank, though whenever they happened to lock eyes, he would shoot her a hungry smile.
After what felt like an eternity of struggling to bend and stretch her heavy body, Lena was relieved beyond belief when the class finally came to a close, and the other girls, including the instructor’s assistants, made their ponderous way to the locker room. Normally, Lena enjoyed participating in the group showers. It was simultaneously erotic and just plain fascinating to see so many bellies and breasts of all different sizes naked together, getting all soaped up, and there was usually some playful belly bumping that took place, especially as the larger girls exercised their prerogative to use the showers first. However, today Lena was looking for a different post-workout.
“You really gave it to us good today,” Lena said as Hank approached her. “It’s tough to keep up with such a fit and flexible instructor when I’ve got this great big belly in the way.”
“Your belly isn’t in the way,” he said as he casually locked the door of the studio and activated the window tint. “Your belly is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do. We just need to help you adapt to your new and, may I say, drastically improved figure. So, which position are you having the hardest time with?”
Lena began to get down on the mat but checked herself. “I’m so sorry, this leotard is all sweaty and gross. Do you mind if I take it off?” He gave a nod of restrained eagerness as Lena began to sensually disrobe, dropping the admittedly sweaty garment on the floor. Lena then got down on her hands and knees, her belly reaching halfway to the food and clearly visible between her legs as she all but presented her generous ass and sopping wet pussy to the instructor. “I suppose this is the position I’m having the most trouble with. I’m following the directions, but it just feels like something is… missing…” with those last few words, she gently swayed her plump naked ass back and forth, beckoning him to take her.
Between the tantalizing view before him and the pheromones wafting up from Lena’s eager pussy, Hank wanted nothing more than to pile into his big, pregnant prize, but he was determined to take his time. He deftly shed his own clothes and positioned himself behind Lena, letting her feel the warmth of his chest on her back, rubbing his legs against hers, but not quite penetrating her. Instead, he let the head of his throbbing cock dance around her wet opening, brushing it against Lena’s lower lips and her clit. Lena had to bite her tongue and nearly went cross-eyed trying not to cum on the spot, and then Hank suddenly put his large, powerful hands on either side of her belly, gripping the fecund orb almost protectively. He hefted its considerable weight, lifting and holding it, which relieved a tremendous amount of pressure from Lena’s back. Now, here’s a gentleman who knows how to treat a lady, she thought!
“How does that feel?” Hank asked as he continued to hoist Lena’s belly and tease the head of his erect cock around her nethers.
“Mmmm, much better,” Lena purred, “But it still feels like something is missing. I still feel kind of… empty inside.” And with that, Hank stopped teasing, and gave her the full, considerable length of his member, sliding it effortlessly into her tight but extremely well lubricated baby cannon. Lena’s eyes went wide, and she squealed with delight at the sudden, assertive penetration. Hank immediately went to work pounding away, never letting go of his grasp on her belly, his hips bouncing off of Lena’s chubby butt with each thrust. For her part, Lena rocked back and forth, leaning into each of Hank’s thrusts. Even with his hands on her belly, she could still feel its pendulous weight swinging back and forth as they moved in blissful sexual tandem.
As her womb had grown, Lena had begun to appreciate just how much hotter it made sex. The added mass, concentrated in a woman’s sexual center of gravity, made each thrust and pound feel like a great fleshy earthquake. The bigger and heavier her belly grew, the more intense it made the sexual experience, especially when a man took her from behind like this. It turned her ass and hips into a sexual wrecking ball! As her belly swayed, so did her engorged tits, slapping audibly against the top of her belly with each movement.
“Your body is perfect,” Hank moaned. “Your belly is swelling with life. You’re a perfect feminine vessel. There’s nothing more beautiful than a belly like this, so full and ripe and ready to give birth!”
“Oh, you think this belly is ready to give birth?” Lena said between thrusts. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, you big stud! I’ve still got another 17 months to go! This belly is just gonna keep growing bigger, and bigger, and rounder, and rounder. Fuck me harder! Fuck me rounder! Fuck me bigger and bigger!” And Hank obliged, his thoughts now filled with fantasies of watching Lena grow and grow. Hank gave her all that he had until he finally shot his hot load into his sexy pregnant lover.
Afterward, they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Hank helped Lena to her feet. “You were really something,” he said. “We should probably continue these one-on-one sessions as you go past your due date. For your health, of course,” he winked. Hank then offered to help Lena get cleaned up, and the thought of those strong, manly arms rubbing warm soapy suds all over her growing curves was just too enticing to refuse. Lena grabbed his hand, giggling, and led the way to the now empty showers.
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Carrying for the Colony: Extended Gestation
by pregbelltrim
Two weeks after her 19th birthday, Lena dutifully walked into the Ganymede Colony Fertility Center. Citizenship in the 24th Century colony on Jupiter’s largest moon had to be earned through one of several options. It was either three years military service, four years manual labor, or for females, there was the option to serve for three years as a birth mother. It was the same for everyone, regardless of wealth or social status, and by the time the fateful day arrived, most of Ganymede’s young people had made up their minds about which path they wanted to pursue.
Lena was a typical girl. She wasn’t un-patriotic, but neither was she persuaded by the propaganda posters making these options seem more glamorous than they clearly were. She just wanted to do her service and get on with her life. Four years seemed way too long, and she hated the idea of being barked at by a drill sergeant. Modern medicine had made childbirth perfectly safe and relatively painless, so serving as a birth mother seemed like the easiest route. Sit around eating pickles and ice cream for a few years, pop out a few brats, and then worry about getting her figure back later when she had her citizenship card.
She walked up to the front desk and presented her documents to the secretary, who told her to have a seat and, “Deputy Director Crenshaw will be with you shortly.” When they called her name, Lena was more than a little surprised to be greeted by a handsome young man with close cropped, jet black hair, a clean-shaven square jaw, and bright blue eyes. When she heard he was a Deputy Director, Lena expected to see a gray haired old man, and she wondered what this good looking guy - no more than ten years older than her - had done to climb so high so fast.
“Welcome, Lena! We’re so thrilled that you’ve decided to fulfill your service to the colony with us. I know I’m a little biased, but trust me when I say you’ve made the right choice!” He was subtle about it, but Lena could sense his eyes physically appraising her. She wondered whether this was the usual male interest or something more professional - like a farmer sizing up a potential broodmare. Maybe a little of both? The Deputy Director cut off her musing with a cheerful, “Please, let me show you around!”
They walked through the doors into the center proper, and Lena was amazed to see dozens of young girls in various stages of pregnancy - some just barely showing, others looking fit to burst, and some who must have been carrying higher order multiples. She had never considered the possibility of conceiving multiples and started having some hesitation at the prospect. She had always envisioned three easy singleton pregnancies, and the thought of carrying all that extra weight made her nervous. That said, all of these girls, including the very largest - actually, *especially* the very largest - carried themselves with remarkable grace.
They passed a petite girl whose absolutely massive belly dominated her tiny frame, yet she seemed to waddle along with a practiced ease, belly thrust out proudly in front with one slender hand draped over the top. She was chatting and laughing with two other girls, much smaller by comparison, but both looking ready to pop in their own right. None of them seemed seriously encumbered by their considerable bulk.
Lena’s mind swam with questions, but she thought it better to hold her tongue for the time being as the Deputy Director showed her around the facility. Each girl got her own basic but comfortable room with a holovid projector, private bath, and wardrobe, though everyone seemed to wear the same maternity uniform - a form-fitting white dress with slip-on white shoes. In the common area, there was a large exercise facility with a swimming pool, a well-stocked food hall, and rec rooms with various games and other forms of entertainment. “We offer several exercise classes, including water aerobics, which we strongly encourage all birth mothers to avail themselves of, both for their own health and for that of their babies. Likewise, the dining hall is open 24/7, and you’ll have something that most citizens outside of here never enjoy - an unlimited ration card. Like I said, we want healthy moms and healthy babies,” he added with a smile. “There’s also a physical therapist who performs massages, though that’s limited to one per birth mother per week. After all, this is service, not a vacation,” he laughed.
They finished the tour back in the Deputy Director’s office, where he went over the terms and conditions of the service contract. “So, as I’m sure you’re well aware, the standard contract is for three pregnancies in three years with a three month recovery window in between each. Then you’re free to go, unless you decide you’d like to stay on with us, but that would be entirely at your discretion. However, we have also been working on some more… experimental fertility treatments that would enable you to complete your service requirement significantly faster.”
That got Lena’s attention. Anything that got her out of here and on with her life sooner seemed at least worth hearing out. “What do you mean by ‘experimental’?” she asked.
“As I said, we would normally have you complete three standard pregnancies in three years, but we have a new pilot program where the birth of a single baby is artificially delayed. This results in larger, healthier ‘newborns’ who are able to walk and eat solid foods within their first few weeks out of the womb. This significantly reduces the workload and increases the capacity of our nursery program.”
“Exactly how long are these births ‘delayed’?” Lena asked, somewhat nervously.
“Under the pilot program - which is already demonstrating tremendous results, by the way - you would be pregnant with one baby for exactly two standard earth years… 24 months. That would be the full length of your contract, and you would be released from service with full citizenship a whole year early. I won’t lie to you, hyper-pregnancy can be a real ‘heavy lift,’ especially in the last two or three trimesters, but our team will do everything we can to make you as comfortable as possible. I wouldn’t expect you to make up your mind just yet. Think it over, but do consider the possibilities.”
“So, that girl I saw in there who looked like she was carrying quintuplets…” Lena began.
“Katie?” he asked with a smile, and Lena was impressed that he knew the girls by name. “No, just a singleton in there, but she’s more than 20 months along, so quite large as you saw. We generally don’t do multiples here, except for naturally occurring ones, of course. The limiting factor for our nursery complex isn’t the number of babies, it’s raising them to the age of self-sufficiency. These extended pregnancies allow the nursery complex to achieve much greater efficiency.”
This was a lot to take in. Lena absent-mindedly thanked the Deputy Director and made her way out of the facility, her body seemingly on autopilot as her mind raced with the possibilities. “Two whole fucking years pregnant??” She thought to herself. “I’d be absolutely huge, like that girl with the asteroid-sized belly in there… but is that really any worse than being regular huge for three whole years?” Lena mentally weighed the pros and cons, but in the back of her mind, she knew what her decision would be. She wanted to be done as quickly as possible, and that made up her mind for her.
Two weeks later, at the peak of her fertile cycle, Lena returned to the Fertility Center and completed all the relevant paperwork, signing herself up for the two-year pilot program. She then changed into a medical gown and was led into a physician’s office, where they performed the surprisingly low-tech insemination process. Lena didn’t know quite what she was expecting, but the tech assured her that the turkey baster full of goo was all that was necessary to get the job done. “Just an artificial proxy for the biological article,” the tech laughed.
After the process was complete, Lena was led to the room that would be her home for the next two years. She sat on the bed, deep in contemplation, alternately looking between her still relatively flat belly and the doorway, wondering if it would even be wide enough for her to fit through by the end of this. Lena was so lost in her reverie that she almost didn't notice when the doorway was filled with the figure of a cute young girl who looked to be about 6 months along.
"Hey, you must be the new girl," she said. "I'm Jen. Can I show you around?"
"Thanks, but Deputy Director Crenshaw already gave me the tour," Lena replied.
"That was the 'official' tour," Jen said with a laugh. " Let me show you around for real."
Lena figured she didn’t have anything better to do for the next two years, and it would be good to make a friend, so she decided to play along. “As you’ve probably noticed, they’ve got artificial Earth gravity in here, which unfortunately can’t be turned down - low-g is apparently bad for the babies’ development, something about bone density or whatever. There’s the chow hall - the food’s actually really good. They keep a standard 3-meals-a-day schedule, but there are always snacks and stuff available whenever you want. An unwritten rule that you don’t want to break is to always let someone who’s more pregnant than you go first in line - the biggest bellies get fed first. You should also have some snacks in the fridge in your room. Our rooms are in the standard maternity barracks, which is where most of the girls live. There are also special, larger rooms for girls in the extended gestation program.” When Lena mentioned that she had enrolled in that program, and Jen’s startled reaction didn’t exactly fill her with confidence. Lena began to second guess whether she might have made a mistake signing herself up for a science experiment.
“Well, at least you’ll get out of here early,” Jen said in an attempt to reassure the new girl and make up for her initial reaction. “I suppose they’ll move you to the EG wing once you start your 4th trimester. Makes sense, since I’ve never seen any normal-sized girls coming or going from there… well, I don’t mean to say they’re ‘abnormal’... but you know what I mean, right?”
Lena nodded, her mind still trying to process the phrase “4th trimester.” It just hit the ear strangely, though she supposed it was technically accurate. While she was mulling this over, Jen continued to prattle on about the various amenities, including the best times of day to use the dining hall and fitness center and which aqua aerobics classes had the cutest instructors, when they almost bumped - literally - into a massively pregnant wall of a woman. Her jet black hair contrasted starkly with her perfectly pale complexion, giving the appearance of a goth chick, though she wore the same standard white dress as everyone else. The girl’s tall, statuesque frame - every bit of 6 feet - did nothing to diminish the size of her huge, globular belly, which jutted out prominently in front of her and seemed to take up her entire large torso.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” The big girl blurted out. “Oh, this must be the new script? Kinda chubby, but I guess she’ll do.”
Lena was both offended and confused by the remark, given the source, and reflexively said, “Um, I mean…” while staring wide-eyed at the larger girl’s belly.
“This?” she laughed, placing one hand on her prodigious middle, the other on one of her very generous hips, “This is the colony’s single most productive baby factory, currently in my 4th trimester with a big, healthy pair of twins. That,” she said, gesturing at Lena’s own waist, “is useless chub. You’d better start thinking of yourself as an athlete around here unless you want to wind up bed-bound. Remember, script, a real woman carries her own load. Anyway, just know your place in the chow line, and we won’t have any problems.” With that, the great big baby factory pushed past them, making her surprisingly graceful way to the dining hall.
“That was weird,” said a visibly stung Lena.
“Oh, don’t let Britt bother you. She’s like that to all us scripts,” Jen said reassuringly.
“Also, what does that mean? What’s a script?” asked Lena.
“Oh, that’s us,” Jen chuckled. “Short for ‘conscript.’ It’s what they call us girls who are just in here doing our mandatory service. Britt is a ‘career’ - somebody who’s decided to make this life just that: their whole fucking career. Can you believe it? I think they’re all just insecure that pumping out babies is all they’ll ever amount to in life, which is why the careers are such stuck up bitches to us scripts. Anyway, there’s a pretty hard and fast pecking order around here with careers at the top and scripts at the bottom, and within each group it goes by belly size. Hey, so in a few months after I pop this one out, and you’re still growing, you’ll be able to cut in front of me in the chow line!” Jen added as an afterthought, thinking it would cheer Lena up more than it actually did.
As they kept walking, Lena couldn’t help but notice how many full term and hyper-pregnant girls, some even bigger than Britt, were walking around without any kind of assistance whatsoever. “Isn’t there something they can do around here to help us get around when we get all huge like that? Can’t they get us hover chairs or anti-grav devices… or something?” Lena asked.
“Oh man, it’s a good thing you didn’t ask that in front of Britt!” Jen laughed. “Yeah, they’ve got all that stuff and more, but you just don’t want to be seen using it. Like she said, ‘a real woman carries her own load.’ Using a hover chair or even walking with a really goofy waddle makes it look like you can’t handle your own weight. Even though she’s a total bitch, Britt wasn’t completely wrong about the athlete thing. Pregnancy is hard work, and it’s important to keep our legs and back muscles strong.”
They finished the tour in the chow hall, and Lena conscientiously got in line behind the visibly pregnant Jen. “You can have all the sweets and fried stuff you want, but be sure to save room on your plate for fruits and veggies. Remember, you’re an athlete, and while I’m running ‘sprints,’ you just signed up for a ‘marathon,’” Jen advised, as she piled her own plate with fried chicken, green beans, carrots, mashed potatoes, and brownie bites, then poured herself two big glasses of milk. Lena wasn’t especially hungry but felt like she should probably eat something and made herself a smaller portion of the same.
As they ate, Lena began to feel like Jen was someone she could trust with sensitive questions, so she decided to ask, “So, we’re in here for a long time, and I’ve heard that pregnancy hormones can make a girl’s usual needs more intense. Is there any… ya know?”
“What, you mean sex?” Jen responded loudly enough to make Lena uncomfortable, and she laughed as Lena’s face turned bright red. “Hey, nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, sex and pregnancy aren’t exactly unrelated, ya know? Yeah, there are more than a few male employees around here who are really into preggos, and as long as it’s all consensual and you keep it on the down low, nobody seems to make a fuss about it. There’s also plenty of girl-on-girl action… like, way more than you’d think… if you’re into that kind of thing. Something about being all big and swollen up together…” Jen bit her lip and eyed a trio of heavily pregnant girls, each at least 8 months along, who had just made their way up to the chow line, the lust positively oozing from Jen’s longing gaze.
For once it was Lena’s turn to snap Jen out of a day dream. “And, of these male employees who you say are into it. You wouldn’t happen to know if Deputy Director Crenshaw is one of them, would you?”
“Oooh, somebody’s got a crush!” Jen replied, making Lena blush. “You mean Andy? Yeah, he’s like the biggest belly hound of them all. Do you really think a man like him would take a job like that if he wasn’t down with the bump?”
Lena gave a lusty smile and stabbed her empty plate with her fork. Huh, finished already and still hungry? She thought to herself. Guess I’m officially eating for two, now.
WEEK 14
At 14 weeks pregnant, Lena was just entering her second trimester. Days, weeks, and months were curious things to calculate on a moon like Ganymede, so like most of the Solar System, they still kept their calendars by Earth standard time. At the beginning of her second trimester, Lena was showing with a modest yet well-defined baby bump. Her breasts, while not visibly much larger, had grown incredibly sensitive and felt significantly heavier… fuller, as if they were just threatening to start blowing up at any minute. Lena’s hips and butt also felt just a bit softer than they had 14 short weeks ago. While she might have normally been concerned about losing her figure, life in the Fertility Center had already conditioned Lena to welcome these changes, since status among the birth mothers was essentially based on belly size.
Waiting in line at the chow hall, Lena respectfully let the larger girls (which was most of them) pass her in line, and the interminable waiting only stoked her already ravenous pregnancy appetite. By the time it was finally her turn to order, Lena piled her tray up with a big bowl of pasta and meatballs, several sweet pastries, a grilled cheese sandwich, a generous helping of Martian pheasant, two servings of ice cream, and several glasses of fruit juice and chocolate milk to wash it all down.
Balancing all that on her tray, Lena made her way between the tables, which were thankfully set wide enough apart to accommodate even the most gravid birth mothers, until she found her friend, Jen, now full-term and nearly ready to give birth. However, Jen didn’t immediately notice Lena, as her full attention was directed at the equally massive tray of food in front of her. Only when Lena placed her tray on the table and gingerly lowered her growing bulk onto the chair did Jen look up. Jen’s eyes went wide and she gave an approving grin at the pile of chow on her friend’s tray. Through a mouth muffled with chocolate donut, Jen managed to say, “Thass thu spirut! Godda keep thah bebe fat un happee.” Both girls giggled at that, and Jen took a big swig of milk to wash the sweet confection down her eager gullet.
Lena immediately plowed into her meal with the same enthusiasm as Jen and all the other girls in the chow hall, utterly at the mercy of their demanding little unborn passengers. Lena took a comically huge bite out of her grilled cheese, cramming a full third of the sandwich into her mouth. As the buttery bread and melty cheese hit her hormone-ravaged taste buds, a wave of pure euphoria crashed over the poor girl. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Lena emitted a soft moan that was almost sexual.
Barely pausing to savor the rich, creamy flavor, Lena continued to shovel down food like someone who hadn’t eaten in weeks, though in truth breakfast had barely been 2 hours ago. There wasn’t much room for table conversation between the two girls. It just felt sooo good to sate the hunger pangs and cravings while soothing her growing baby that Lena continued to moan and purr with delight as she stuffed her increasingly chubby cheeks with one course after another.
Eventually, Jen, who had finished her own meal, sat back to watch the show. Rubbing deep circles on her now very full belly, Jen was enjoying seeing how much Lena was enjoying her meal. As Lena made little moans of delight, Jen quietly urged her on. “Mmmm, you like that, don’t you?” she encouraged her friend. And then, picking up a piece of chocolate cake, Jen lifted it gently to Lena’s hungry and waiting lips, holding it just out of reach for a moment. The sweet smell of it wafted up into Lena’s nose, and she gave a broad smile of anticipation. Jen brought the sweet treat closer and closer, just teasing Lena’s lips with it until she couldn’t take anymore and lunged with her head, taking a great big bite of the chocolatey wedge hanging before her face. Lena ate it with the same gusto she had everything else and didn’t seem to notice or mind the chocolate frosting that she’d gotten all over her face.
Lena locked eyes with Jen, who was still holding the cake in front of her, and gave her most intense sexual glare. As if making some point, Lena took another great chomp out of the cake, nearly biting off one of Jen’s finger tips in the process and getting even more frosting on her face in the process. Without breaking the sexually-charged eye contact, Lena took a dainty finger, wiped a bit of frosting from her own face, and gently placed it on Jen’s lips. Jen, now fully on board with whatever was happening, took Lena’s entire finger into her mouth, and sucked gently on it, well past the point of cleaning off the sweet, sticky frosting.
Without a word, Lena got up, grabbed Jen by the hand, and pulled the larger girl away from the table toward her room. She only paused for a moment to grab two more slices of cake in to-go boxes, purring to Jen, “We’re gonna need these…”
Even when it came to sex, there were unspoken hierarchical rules in the Fertility Complex, and as always, size mattered. When two preggos hooked up, the bigger girl got her jollies first, and if she was feeling generous, would then reciprocate. It wasn’t anything that anyone lorded over each other (except maybe Britt). It was simply the way things worked. Lena quickly ripped off her maternity uniform and then helped her much more rotund friend and soon-to-be lover with hers.
As Jen stood there fully naked, Lena took a moment to admire the amazing figure that stood before her. Pale, cream colored skin from freckled head to adorable plump little toes, large swollen mommy milkers above a perfectly round, filled to bursting baby belly with only the faintest stretch marks along the sides. Her belly button was fully popped out, looking as prominent as a third nipple.
Without saying a word or even breaking eye contact, Lena grabbed a handful of messy chocolate cake and smeared it on Jen’s heaving breasts. “Oops,” she said, sarcastically. Then she grabbed another handful and smeared it all over her friend’s massive belly. “Clumsy me,” she said flatly. Then, handing Jen the other piece of cake, she said, “Here. Sit. This is for you to eat while I clean you off.”
Jen sat down on the small couch, as she was told, and took a bite of the offered treat, but she was instantly distracted by the utterly ravenous Lena going to work on her tits. She was in some kind of hormonal transe and going at it with the eagerness of a pubescent girl who had just discovered sex. Lena lapped and sucked eagerly at Jen’s tits, and they responded with nipples growing almost painfully erect. When she’d gotten her friend’s udders squeaky clean, Lena moved on to her belly, licking, caressing, and lapping up chocolate with just as much attention to detail, and giving special attention to her protruding belly button.
Once all the chocolate was gone and both girls were worked up in a fine sweat, it was time to move onto the main course. Lena probed Jen’s nethers, gently and inquisitively at first before diving in, head-first as it were, and titillating her labia with an expertise that only a woman can. Having Jen’s gravid belly weighing down on her head only made it more erotic for Lena. It didn’t take long before Jen was screaming in ecstasy, clawing desperately at the couch with one hand and running the fingers of her other through Lena’s long, brown hair. Lena could feel Jen’s belly contract as it weighed on her head. Finally, Jen was left a sweaty, panting, naked, pregnant mess, her pussy dripping with her own fluids and Lena’s saliva.
When Jen finally recovered, she thanked Lena and then ordered the smaller girl to lay down on the bed. Lena did as she was instructed, eagerly awaiting whatever was to come. “That was amazing, girl. Unfortunately, I just don’t have your kind of energy these days, so I’m gonna need a little help from my friend here,” Jen said, pulling out an obscenely massive vibrator, and turning the setting from “stun” to “kill.” “But you can continue to worship my big, pregnant belly while I work on you,” Jen said with a wink. Then, she positioned herself with her belly over Lena’s face and none-too-gently inserted the vibrator into her friend’s eager and waiting pussy. Lena giggled with delight at the sensation and began kissing, licking, fondling, and sucking on the huge pregnant belly that hung directly above her face as Jen nearly burnt out the batteries of her powerful electric tool, driving Lena to countless orgasms.
WEEK 27
When she wasn’t stuffing her face, killing time with the other scripts, or engaging in various romantic dalliances, Lena would lounge half-naked in her room, binging trashy holovids and unconsciously stroking her growing belly. At 7 months along, Lena looked every bit of 8, her unborn baby growing big and healthy. That thought made her smile. This was still just a job for her. She was here to deliver this baby, earn her citizenship, and get out and on with life. However, she was beginning to take pleasure in the thought that she was growing a new life inside her. Lena would - thankfully - not have to raise this baby or ever see her again, but she was still her mother. Lena reflected on this thought as she rubbed soft circles on her maternal swell, quietly humming little songs to the tiny life within her and smiling with pure joy whenever she felt the baby kick.
One morning, early in her seventh month, Lena awoke and pulled on her white maternity dress uniform, the quantum-elastic material stretching effortlessly over her new and burgeoning curves. Just entering her third trimester, she was still feeling the “good second trimester energy” with a belly that was large but manageable… for now. For most pregnant women, the third trimester was the home stretch, but Lena still had three quarters of this pregnancy in front of her. In front of her… that seemed to be where all the action was these days as her unborn baby pushed farther and farther out each day. She was now big enough that it was beginning to impact her mobility. Getting out of bed took a little more effort, and Lena found herself getting slightly winded on the walk to the chow hall. However, she pushed those feelings aside for two reasons: first, a real woman carries her own load, and she didn’t want any of the other girls to think she was already starting to feel overwhelmed by her pregnancy, and second, Lena knew she still had a long way to go, and the load was only going to get much, much heavier.
After half a standard year in the Fertility Center, Lena had settled into a nice little routine. There were very few scheduled requirements other than routine medical check-ups, so most mornings she would wake up in time for a late breakfast, catch up with Jen and some other friends she’d made among the scripts, then second breakfast before heading over to the athletic center for some prenatal yoga, then a hearty lunch before aquarobics - the larger she grew, the more she reveled in the feeling of relative weightlessness in the pool - after which she was usually famished for supper, then either a nap or a little time with the girls in the rec room before dinner (as her load grew heavier, the nap was increasingly the more attractive option), and finally a run or two at the dessert table before bed. The girls half joked about the staff giving them supplements to increase their appetites - only half joking because it was probably true.
One morning, Lena and Jen were enjoying a light “pre-workout” meal before their prenatal yoga class. Eggs, bacon, more eggs, and fruit - a lean, protein-heavy meal to hopefully give the girls the energy they needed to roll around on the floor and practice breathing for 45 minutes. Lena even resisted the urge to put cheese on her eggs, fearing it would make her loggy. Her baby didn’t appreciate this uncharacteristic restraint and seemed to be letting her displeasure be known with a series of sharp kicks to Lena’s ribs. Lena tried to sooth her suddenly active little one and promised that she would make it up to her with as many grilled cheese sandwiches as she could fit in her belly after class.
Jen had just recently been impregnated with her second baby, having given birth to her first one 3 months earlier. Jen spent some of her 3-month recovery time visiting family and made a decent attempt to get her figure somewhat back to normal. Even though she knew she’d be going through that whole pregnancy experience again - two more times - she wanted to avoid letting her body go completely. She’d managed to firm up her core a little, though there was still the telltale pooch of postpartum fluff, which was now about to fill out with growing baby #2. Her hips and ass remained considerably wider than they had been before, and her tits were a full two cup-sizes bigger - now a generous DD-cup. These would likely remain as the permanent badges of honor that marked a former birth mother for life, but Jen didn’t mind. She thought her new hourglass figure made her look more womanly, more… voluptuous.
As Lena greedily shoveled food into her mouth, momentarily unaware of her surroundings, Jen couldn’t help but stare at her friend’s 7-month belly. Jen remembered 7 months pregnant, having just been there herself. She remembered that was when things started to get “really real,” when her belly started to become huge and unwieldy, when her tits began to grow heavy with milk. For Jen, the third trimester was the grand finale, but for Lena this was only the beginning. She still had another year and a half to go, during which her belly would continue to grow exponentially faster. Jen wondered what her friend would look like by the end of this. She’d of course seen other women go through the EG program, but each one was different. Some went huge in the hips and others were all belly, some breasts stopped growing after 9-months and others continued to swell and grow for the full two years. Would Lena’s frame be able to accommodate her growing bulk, or would it completely overwhelm her figure, turning the poor girl into a giant ball of belly?
Jen saw a lump move across the surface of Lena’s belly beneath her dress as the baby kicked. Lena unconsciously gave the spot a soothing rub with one hand while continuing to plow through her meal with the other. After virtually licking her plate clean, Lena leaned back in her chair and rubbed large circles on her well-stuffed belly with both hands. “Well, let’s get this over with,” she groaned to her friend.
Jen walked and Lena waddled down to the yoga studio, where they peeled off the form-fitting white dresses that served as the Fertility Center’s maternity uniform and kicked aside their matching white slippers and climbed into the white exercise unitards. The stretchy fabric cupped their now generous butts gently and had built-in support for bellies as well as breasts, leaving their legs and arms exposed to the warm air of the yoga studio. They placed their mats next to each other and waited for the session to begin.
The class was led by a very athletic young man, not much older than Lena herself, but built like a bronze statue. Lena had been in a few classes with him before and remembered his name was Hank. He had five female assistants at the front of the room to model the various positions and modifications for the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and 7th trimesters. The five assistants, all birth mothers of the facility who had opted for this job as a collateral duty, had a similar appearance about them, and the effect was almost like looking at a living series of progression holos, starting with the barely perceptible bump, then the noticeably rounder 2nd trimester, the natural “full-term,” and then just-over-a-year, and finally the nearly two-year hyper-pregnant forms.
Lena almost felt like she was looking into the future as she eyed the two hyper-pregnant mothers. Their bellies were clearly the dominant feature, but upon closer inspection, their breasts and hips had also kept pace. Even though these mamas were “gym rats” - spending far more time in fitness classes than the average birth mother - they had still accumulated a visible “softness” about their features, especially in the face, and their arms and legs were unmistakably thicker than the other girls.
Lena, who was just beginning her 3rd trimester, knew that she clearly outweighed the much fitter 3rd trimester assistant already, and in a very short time, she would be as big as those other girls… or bigger. Lena was especially fixated on the largest girl, in her 7th trimester, who looked like an absolute blimp up there, the stretchy white fabric of her unitard doing everything in its power to contain the massive expanse of pregnancy that this poor girl was toting around. And Lena knew that in a year and a half, that extreme parody of gravidity would likely appear absolutely waifish compared to herself. Hank, the instructor, snapped Lena out of her reverie by calling out the first series of warm-up stretches.
Jen touched her toes, and Lena tried to touch hers, the protruding mass of her belly blocking her full range of motion. Jen stood on one foot, hands folded in meditation. Lena tried but found it awkward to balance all of her new weight on one foot for more than a few seconds. As she began to wobble, the instructor, who had been walking up and down the rows, came up behind her and gently placed one hand on her shoulder and another on the curve of her hip. “It’s alright,” he whispered soothingly in her ear, “as the body grows to create new life, the mind must learn to work with it. Don’t let your mind worry, your body knows exactly what to do.” He released his hold on Lena, giving her hip a little caress as he did so, professionally pulling away right before his hand would have made contact with her ass.
Up until recently, Lena hadn’t attracted much attention from the male staff members beyond polite nods. This made sense, since any man who was sexually attracted to preggos had a whole harem to choose from, ranging from the nearly full term to the grossly hyper-pregnant. Now entering her third trimester, Lena finally seemed to be appearing on their radar.
As she transitioned into an awkwardly sloppy rendition of downward dog, Lena once again felt the instructor’s strong hands on her body, this time gently lifting her belly. Standing behind her and leaning over, with one hand on either side of her bump, he said, “Let’s lift that butt up a little higher.” As Lena complied, she could feel his rock hard member pressing into her plump ass through their clothes. Now a bit less professionally than before, he rubbed his throbbing bulge against her backside. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Mmmm, much better,” Lena cooed. “But I’m still having some trouble with this position. Maybe you can help me after class?” she asked with mock innocence.
“It would be my pleasure,” he responded, and gave her belly a light squeeze before moving on and continuing his progression around the room.
The class continued for another 20 minutes without any additional “hands-on” assistance from Hank, though whenever they happened to lock eyes, he would shoot her a hungry smile.
After what felt like an eternity of struggling to bend and stretch her heavy body, Lena was relieved beyond belief when the class finally came to a close, and the other girls, including the instructor’s assistants, made their ponderous way to the locker room. Normally, Lena enjoyed participating in the group showers. It was simultaneously erotic and just plain fascinating to see so many bellies and breasts of all different sizes naked together, getting all soaped up, and there was usually some playful belly bumping that took place, especially as the larger girls exercised their prerogative to use the showers first. However, today Lena was looking for a different post-workout.
“You really gave it to us good today,” Lena said as Hank approached her. “It’s tough to keep up with such a fit and flexible instructor when I’ve got this great big belly in the way.”
“Your belly isn’t in the way,” he said as he casually locked the door of the studio and activated the window tint. “Your belly is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do. We just need to help you adapt to your new and, may I say, drastically improved figure. So, which position are you having the hardest time with?”
Lena began to get down on the mat but checked herself. “I’m so sorry, this leotard is all sweaty and gross. Do you mind if I take it off?” He gave a nod of restrained eagerness as Lena began to sensually disrobe, dropping the admittedly sweaty garment on the floor. Lena then got down on her hands and knees, her belly reaching halfway to the food and clearly visible between her legs as she all but presented her generous ass and sopping wet pussy to the instructor. “I suppose this is the position I’m having the most trouble with. I’m following the directions, but it just feels like something is… missing…” with those last few words, she gently swayed her plump naked ass back and forth, beckoning him to take her.
Between the tantalizing view before him and the pheromones wafting up from Lena’s eager pussy, Hank wanted nothing more than to pile into his big, pregnant prize, but he was determined to take his time. He deftly shed his own clothes and positioned himself behind Lena, letting her feel the warmth of his chest on her back, rubbing his legs against hers, but not quite penetrating her. Instead, he let the head of his throbbing cock dance around her wet opening, brushing it against Lena’s lower lips and her clit. Lena had to bite her tongue and nearly went cross-eyed trying not to cum on the spot, and then Hank suddenly put his large, powerful hands on either side of her belly, gripping the fecund orb almost protectively. He hefted its considerable weight, lifting and holding it, which relieved a tremendous amount of pressure from Lena’s back. Now, here’s a gentleman who knows how to treat a lady, she thought!
“How does that feel?” Hank asked as he continued to hoist Lena’s belly and tease the head of his erect cock around her nethers.
“Mmmm, much better,” Lena purred, “But it still feels like something is missing. I still feel kind of… empty inside.” And with that, Hank stopped teasing, and gave her the full, considerable length of his member, sliding it effortlessly into her tight but extremely well lubricated baby cannon. Lena’s eyes went wide, and she squealed with delight at the sudden, assertive penetration. Hank immediately went to work pounding away, never letting go of his grasp on her belly, his hips bouncing off of Lena’s chubby butt with each thrust. For her part, Lena rocked back and forth, leaning into each of Hank’s thrusts. Even with his hands on her belly, she could still feel its pendulous weight swinging back and forth as they moved in blissful sexual tandem.
As her womb had grown, Lena had begun to appreciate just how much hotter it made sex. The added mass, concentrated in a woman’s sexual center of gravity, made each thrust and pound feel like a great fleshy earthquake. The bigger and heavier her belly grew, the more intense it made the sexual experience, especially when a man took her from behind like this. It turned her ass and hips into a sexual wrecking ball! As her belly swayed, so did her engorged tits, slapping audibly against the top of her belly with each movement.
“Your body is perfect,” Hank moaned. “Your belly is swelling with life. You’re a perfect feminine vessel. There’s nothing more beautiful than a belly like this, so full and ripe and ready to give birth!”
“Oh, you think this belly is ready to give birth?” Lena said between thrusts. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, you big stud! I’ve still got another 17 months to go! This belly is just gonna keep growing bigger, and bigger, and rounder, and rounder. Fuck me harder! Fuck me rounder! Fuck me bigger and bigger!” And Hank obliged, his thoughts now filled with fantasies of watching Lena grow and grow. Hank gave her all that he had until he finally shot his hot load into his sexy pregnant lover.
Afterward, they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Hank helped Lena to her feet. “You were really something,” he said. “We should probably continue these one-on-one sessions as you go past your due date. For your health, of course,” he winked. Hank then offered to help Lena get cleaned up, and the thought of those strong, manly arms rubbing warm soapy suds all over her growing curves was just too enticing to refuse. Lena grabbed his hand, giggling, and led the way to the now empty showers.
