Missed Period
Part2
by Matrix (
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*****28 weeks****
“Dammit…dammit... dammit, I’m… I’m….. I’m stuck!” Nancy grumbles to herself, breathing heavily.
She knew that this was going to happen eventually, knew that eventually her amazing pregnancy would leave her stuck someplace, somewhere in her home.
And now, it finally happened.
Lying on the couch watching daytime TV, she’d fallen asleep after a refrigerator emptying lunch. “…got to keep feeding the babies,” she kept telling herself as she downed calorie after calorie after calorie.
She’d grown accustomed to the growth spurts, always surprising yet welcomed.
Dr. Shepherd had said that as far as he was concerned, she couldn’t gain enough weight to put herself in jeopardy and to eat like there was no tomorrow for the entire nine months.
Her appetite astounded everyone; poor Lance had to get a second job, then figured out that working at an All-You-Can-Eat restaurant was the best way to go.
He’d always bring home loads of leftover food from the eatery and watch in awe as his ever-burgeoning girlfriend’s belly expanded to frightening ranges.
Nancy’s incredible belly towers over her as she lay down upon their couch, its sheer weight almost doubling her normal body weight of 125 lbs.
Too big to sit up, too big to even roll over as she lay there helplessly… hoping above all else that someone would arrive home to rescue her before ever-mounting pressure on her bladder became unbearable.
“Oomph,” she groans in one more vain attempt to sit up, “Where is Lance, he should be back from work now anyway! And, we’re going to be late to see Dr. Shepherd.”
Just then, as if on cue, Lance enters the living room whistling to himself.
“Hi honey, I’m home and I’ve come bearing many groceri…,” he announces, stopping mid-sentence in semi-shock.
Sure he’d seen his lovely girlfriend throughout her improbable pregnancy, witnessed first-hand her unprecedented growth but seeing her lying on the couch simply took his breath away.
Pinned underneath the extremely heavy load, she still manages to flash a mega-watt smile.
“Hiya sweetheart! Welcome home. Err could you come and help your baby-making girlfriend up, I seem to be a bit stuck!” She says incredulously.
Lance drops the groceries clumsily; fortunately the breakables were still in the van.
From his vantage point Lance can see Nancy’s head sticking out of one end of the loveseat, her bare feet are sticking out the other end, swaying aimlessly and her enormous stomach, mountainous to behold, towering above her.
Tanned flesh in a gigantic hill swooping toward to the ceiling, easily a foot above the top of the couch.
Perfectly bulbous and huge her pregnant belly flesh is, amazingly it is without blemish or stretch mark.
Lance walks towards her slowly, his eyes fixated on his miraculous girlfriend, “How is this possible that she is so gigantic yet still hasn’t delivered?!” He mumbles to himself.
Her belly button juts upward fully 3 inches like the television mast of a skyscraper.
As he walks around to her side, Nancy reaches out for help from her awkward position.
Suddenly it occurs to Lance that he just may not be able to move her, she weighs… what, over 225 lbs.!
“My, my,” he says with a wry smile, “What have we here?”
Nancy emits a deep sigh which causes her profound tummy to rise even higher, “Can you help a poor girl with a huge, huge tummy?” She asks with such sweet, innocence; her arms reaching out towards him.
He pauses trance-like for a moment, realizing several things, all at once.
“Look at her,” he thinks to himself, “Look at what I have done! My beautiful bride-to-be is no so huge that she cannot even get off the couch by herself. I have done this!
She’s totally helpless, completely dependent upon me!”
Lances libido surges, his member becoming instantly erect as he briefly ponders the situation that he has caused.
He pulls once with minimal effort and succeeds in only moving her upper torso a tiny bit, her mountainous belly holding her firmly in place.
Both Nancy and Lances raise their collective eyebrows, surprised at the heaviness, amazed at her bellies immensity and bulk!
“Umm, honey… you’re gonna have to do better than that,” Nancy says dubiously.
Lance, trying to be gentle and yet firm readjusts his stance and tugs again, this time with plenty of bulging, straining muscles.
Nancy’s remarkable weight finally shifts and he pulls his enormous girlfriend off of the couch tripping backwards over the crumpled rug.
Nancy not having the chance to fully adjust and shift her weight properly, tumbles awkwardly onto the floor landing squarely on her enormous belly.
“Oomph… dammit!!” She grumbles, her tight butt sticking straight up in the air, feet nearly dangling above her tremendous belly.
She tries placing her bare feet onto the floor, rolling… rolling over her gigantic belly with much effort. “Ahhhh…” she says, her toes finally touching the carpet.
Lance tries to help but feels incredibly foolish; she is his fiancée not some whale stranded on the beach.
With many more grunts and groans Nancy manages to hoist herself up to a standing position. Her XXXXXXL (6XL) t-shirt still doesn’t completely cover her belly, it extends from well beneath her knees, jutting out over 50 inches forward then slopping gently back to her mid-chest.
She’d had it made special from the corner shop – with a very large arrow pointing downward it read: “Many, many, many, many babies onboard!”
She fumbles around with her toes, searching awkwardly for her sandals. She hadn’t been able to see her feet since about week eight of this extraordinary pregnancy but managed to coerce Lance into painting her toes pink for her OB appointment today.
With great difficulty and with Lance partially supporting her, they amble out to the van realizing for the first time that both cannot fit through the doorway together.
It had been many weeks since she was able to fit in the front seat, her ever-growing belly making her more and more immobile.
She hated that part! As much as she liked being pregnant… especially this pregnant it also had its downfalls.
They’d furnished and decorated the inside of the van since it had arrived.
Plush, blue carpet with matching curtains adorning the rear window. An enormous reclining chair sat facing the door near the front of the van, an old ‘60’s style tie-dye shirt separated the front seats from the rest of the van.
“Now, the hard part…” she groaned as she waddled slowly up the ramp.
It has been increasingly difficult for Nancy to both balance her enormous belly enough to walk, yet stoop over in order to fit into the van.
She finds herself spreading her legs further and further, looking like a sumo-wrestler.
Lance sympathetically smiles, then chuckles.
“Laugh it up funnyman,” she responds talking out of the side of her mouth, not wanting to take her eyes of her target.
Step by step, she ambles forward, the van swaying side-to-side as she shifts her weight.
Stooping over, her belly grazes the floor of the van infrequently.
“Oh Lance… Lance,” she says, stopping to catch her breath, “How am I going to go on? I've got three more months and… and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk soon, let alone board this van again!”
With a huge sigh of relief Nancy slumps down into the welcome arms of the reclining chair. From Lances’ point of view, all he can see is her cute, fluorescent pink painted toenails, her wonderfully shapely tanned legs. And her colossal belly!!
He cannot even see her head anymore!
“Okay, okay…. let’s go,” she says, her arms flailing in his direction as she cannot see him either.
The fifteen minute drive to the clinic is uneventful; Lance pulls into the back of the Doctor’s clinic, their van appearing more like a utility van collecting hospital uniforms than anything. Deception had been their plan since the very beginning and it still has worked!
Exiting the van is often more difficult because the recliner had become increasing worn with Nancy’s immense growth, forcing her deeper within its arms also the babies always, always woke up during the ride.
Lance opened the door and was immediately dumbstruck in awe as he witnessed her enormous belly sway left and right, forward and back simultaneously as the fifty babies undulated wildly from within.
Trying to be patient, Nancy waits a few moments then, frustrated says, “Well, don’t just stand there gawking at me.... help me up!”
“You know I always have to pee after the drive!” Nancy exclaims.
Leaving the van with a purpose they scurried along as best as they can.
Lance opens the door as Nancy slows to just barely fit through, the cloth of her t-shirt brushing the door jam.
A quiet hush settles over the waiting room of the OB/GYN clinic as she enters.
As she waddles in slowly, the only thing the clinic patients inside can see is her huge, HUGE tummy as it enters the room, seemingly by itself.
Swaying slowly back and forth for breathtakingly long moments before the rest of Nancy’s body emerges.
Several young mothers, two of which are still in high school, simply stare at Nancy’s gargantuan tummy whilst prodding their own barely noticeable bellies, their mouths wide open enough to be mistaken for a two-lane tunnel.
Nancy relishes this part of her weekly visits, absolutely loves the instant shock that floods the room as she enters.
As with the last several visits, she stops by one of the younger mothers and stretches, reaching towards the ceiling extending her hands and arms as high as she can.
Her chest and tummy expand as the clinic patients already huge eyes widen, witnessing Nancy grow even bigger than before.
“Ahhh...” Nancy says to them confidently patting her belly, “Don’t worry, it won’t be long till you too have a tummy like mine! You should have seen the lady who had twins, now she… she was really, really big!”
The two youngest women emit a simultaneous “Eeep!!” as Nancy continues towards the bathroom. The older, more experienced mothers just smile, nearly biting their tongues in half trying their best not to laugh aloud!
All eyes follow her as she turns the corner. The din of the previously quiet room grows immediately... Nancy knows that they’re all talking about her... and she loves it!
Lance chuckles to himself as well, at first he thought her little prank was a bit cruel but he found himself looking forward to they’re weekly visits, enjoying immensely their expressions.
Exiting the clinic restroom, she appears very relieved and ventures down the hall towards her usual room in the back of the clinic, far away from the other patients. She finds Lance already there perusing the newest magazines with one hand while holding a large glass of water for her in the other.
It’s her special room complete with multiple maternity belts for monitoring the baby’s heartbeats as well as several ultrasound machines.
“I just went to the bathroom....” she sighs as she takes the glass and drinks.
She wonders why she has to continue the charade of filling her bladder with liquid to act as a sounding board for the ultrasonic waves when she is damn sure that she has at least 10 gallons of fluid in her tummy in the first place!
Her examining table is in the near vertical position with slats on the bottom. Backing up to the tables, she stands on the slats, the examining table responds to the change in weight and slowly lowers to the horizontal position.
Suddenly almost as if on cue, Dr. Shepherd enters followed by three other nurses.
“Ahh.... on time as usual,” he says with a healthy smile.
Nancy responds with a semi-smile of her own as the examining table reaches full horizontal but still lowering... finally resting about 12 inches from the floor.
“So, how are you feeling today Nancy?” Dr. Shepherd asks matter-of-factly.
They both knew the routine, both knew all of the answers and questions but went through them anyway out of tradition.
“I’m quite fine Dr. Shepherd,” Nancy says sweetly, “Everything feels exactly like what you said and from what I’ve read about pregnancy. I’m just getting almost too big to move around much anymore.
I got stuck on the couch today and had to wait for Lance to rescue me!”
Dr. Shepherd smiles, prods Nancy’s over-generous tummy then gently rolls back her 6X t-shirt.
He still cannot get over the incredible size that she has attained, with virtually no additional discomfort, no unmanageable stresses on her body.
She was a miracle to behold!
“Tape measure, please?” He asks for and receives almost instantly. Nancy just lies there looking at the ceiling and watching Dr. Shepherd intently.
“I know I’m so big that you could never, ever want me but... but please notice my toes,
I painted them just for you,” Nancy thinks to herself, flexing her brightly painted toes for expression.
“Fundal height, 67... 67 inches,” Dr Shepherd says, trying to contain his excitement.
“That’s up 8 inches from last weeks measurements,” one nurse responds writing down the results for posterity.
“Err, did you measure yourself today sweetheart... ah, I mean, Nancy?” He asks causing her to blush.
“Yes... I did... well, umm... Lance did because I can’t go around my belly anymore. How much was I... Lance?” she replies.
Reading from a small piece of crumpled paper, Lance answers, “My baby’s tummy is 94 inches around now, and her chest has swelled to 40 inches... I’m not sure how much she weighs though.”
Reaching down to check the readout on the examining table Dr. Shepherd winks at Nancy, assuring her that’s everything is going to be alright.
The digital display shows, “237 lbs.” to which Dr. Shepherd merely points at, the nurse catching his subtle clue.
“Okay.... here’s the part I know you hate but you know we’ve got to do it,” he says with sympathy.
Nancy just nods her head and braces herself.
No matter what they have done, the slick gel for the ultrasound was always, always bone-chilling cold. And they needed a lot of it to cover her spectacular belly!
Utilizing 3 ultrasound machines, the nurses moved quickly in covering her belly with the smooth gel, it glistens beneath the dimly lit fluorescent light. Lance notices how the observation lights in the room shining directly on her belly reflect brilliantly throughout the room like a giant kaleidoscope.
Nancy always felt like Buddha during these moments and snickered inwardly.
The nurses moved with speed and accuracy, scanning into the computer the pictures of her tremendous cargo. They were lucky today because the babies were slowing down, running out of room as well as nearing their sleep time.
Dr. Shepherd just stood back and watched, his eyes transfixed at this incredible girl.
Quickly it was over and he pressed a button enabling the images of the ultrasounds machines to be linked together, creating a 3 dimensional picture of Nancy’s gigantic tummy.
He marveled at his newest purchase, the finest ultrasound machine ever made... pausing momentarily at the bottom left of the screen.
“Oh.... man....” he said, reaching in his pockets for his glasses, fumbling in putting them on.
The nurses also notice the reading and turn away quickly, leaving the room without so much as a “goodbye.”
Dr. Shepherd grabs a few nearby towels and hands a couple to Lance.
Together they begin to slowly wipe the gel from Nancy’s massive belly.
Slowly, sensuously they continue without word, without sound.
Lance, feeling uncomfortable with the silence, begins to hum the theme to “Gilligan’s Island,” but stops abruptly after Nancy punches his thigh.
From below she observes kind (and cute) Dr. Shepherd methodically wiping her tummy dry, his eyes closed as if in a completely tranquil state.
They finish after a few wondrous minutes for all and Dr. Shepherd pulls a short stool up to the examining table, bending over slightly to talk to Nancy face to face.
Nancy truly is a sight to behold at this point, her belly so huge as it towers above them.
“Nancy... umm, we’ve got a probl... well, not really a problem but,” he says awkwardly, sitting onto the stool.
“Is everything okay, you seem a bit startled?” She answers slightly troubled.
“Everything is fine... sorta, it’s just that... well, with our new ultrasound machine we discovered.... err, a few more babies in there,” he says, pressing one hand gently on her incredible abdomen.
“The computer counted 55 of them... I think a few of the embryos may have split and we simple couldn’t have kept track of all of them before,” He explains, awaiting her reply.
Nancy thinks about it for a moment, then nods her head.
“I’m okay Doc, really I am and if it’s two or twenty or even 55 babies in me, I know that you’ll take care of us all!” she says lovingly.
Dr. Shepherd smiles back at her in amazement. “Gosh... I had thought this news would send you through the roof, but you’re handling it so well.”
Putting his hand on her shoulder, “I appreciate how cooperative you’ve been... I really do!” He says with a smile.
“The toenail polish, please... please... PLEASE notice the toenail polish,” she thinks to herself whilst trying to send a mental picture to her cute OB doc.
“Okay, you guys can go now and I’ll see you again next week,” Dr. Shepherd says.
Nancy tries bending forward, even kicks her legs up a bit to facilitate a shift in weight but to no avail, her impossibly massive belly holds her down.
A flash of pink catches Dr. Shepherds’ eye, he looks down and finally notices.
“Nice! Pink your favorite color?” He says with a smirk as he reactivates the examining table.
Nancy blushes, her eyes scream out inaudibly, “He noticed, he NOTICED!!!”
“Cute, cute!” he says, wishing to make her feel beautiful.
Nancy bounds out of the office feeling not the least bit enormous despite the extra five babies discovered within, “Dr. Shepherd noticed me and my cute little toes,” she thinks.
“Damn I wish I could see them,” she sighs, looking downward.
* * * * * * 32 weeks * * * * *
“Okay, time for bed sweetheart,” Lance says to his slumbering pregnant beauty.
“Wha… what? No, wait… I was watching the movie?!” Nancy responds groggily.
“Ha; the movie was watching you, silly,” Lance says, “You fell asleep about 30 minutes in!”
“Dammit! I wanted to watch this one; it’s just so hard to stay awake for more than a few hours,” she says, “these babies are really taking it out of me!”
Lance wears the Superman® pajama’s Nancy had given him last Christmas and is sitting at the very end of the bright crimson couch, Nancy’s feet rest upon his lap, he gives her an impromptu foot massage, she coos with pleasure.
By now, Lance has grown accustomed to being unable to see her face while they lay in similar positions upon the couch, her belly towers above them, shuddering and undulating restlessly as the 50+ babies move about in utero.
Nancy has almost run out of clothing choices, relying upon gigantic t-shirts whilst lying around the house, completed with elastic shorts. Nancy has remained quite proud of the fact that despite the gargantuan tummy, topped by mammoth breasts, the rest of her body has remained close to the original size.
She’s especially proud of her cute butt remaining small and dainty!
But, despite the lack of change in the size of her panties and shorts it didn't really matter what color they were because her immense tummy simply overflowed, nearly enveloping them.
They chat for a few minutes about their day; Lance discusses life at the diner and how busy they’ve been, Nancy smiles approvingly. She knows that he is working so hard to support them, working long hours to bring home extra cash for their impending brood.
Nancy’s conversation general centers on how this or that outfit no longer fits, how she bumped into various pieces of furniture throughout the day.
Lance simply giggles inwardly now, trying very hard not to hurt Nancy’s feelings.
“Are you ready?” Lance asks, unable to see Nancy nod her head in reply.
A thumb’s up sign appears above and to the side of her tummy telling him inaudibly that she is.
“Okay, here we go,” Lance says as he gently eases himself out from under her legs, placing them tenderly back onto the couch.
Standing up and fully vertical Lance finds the top of Nancy’s belly comes up to his shoulders. He looks down upon his beautifully massive bride-to-be with such tenderness and love, Nancy gasps.
“What was that for, love?” She asks, touched by his unspoken tenderness.
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are despite how uncomfortable that you must be… and I was feeling… well, like this is all my fault, we should’ve just waited until we were married,” Lance says with a heavy sigh.
“Oh Lance, that’s very sweet,” Nancy says reaching up to collect a kiss, but held firmly in place by over 175 lbs worth of belly flesh.
“C’mere,” she says, “Closer…”
Lance leans add, placing one hand onto her tummy for balance.
“I love you so much,” Nancy says, whispering softly into his ear, “And… after you help me to the bathroom I’ll show you how much!”
Lance responds with a giant smile and an even larger instant erection as he anticipates his next move.
“Now you’re talking,” Lance says, leaning back. Bracing himself, he readies to tenderly yet decisively pull Nancy out from the clutches of their couch, the weight of her fantastic pregnant body has turn out to be nearly too much to overcome.
“Ready?” He says without delay.
“My… my, you are in a hurry aren’t you big boy,” Nancy snickers.
“Yes… yes, sweetheart! Because soon, I’m not sure I’ll be able to set you and your wondrous tummy free again,” Lance acknowledges.
With a quick tug and a giant leap, Nancy is able to stand upright on their first try.
Lance counters the force of his yank with a gentle shove to her belly to enable Nancy to remain standing.
To their surprise, Nancy is able to stand upright without much difficulty, she squeals with delight!
“Wow, we did it… and on the first try, that’s amazing!” She shouts.
Lance, using both hands grabs hold of her spectacular tummy to steady the undulating mass within; it takes several moments to stabilize the gyrations.
“Now, help me to the bathroom okay honey, suddenly I really need to go,” Nancy says, albeit slightly panicked.
The two make their way towards the bathroom, ambling awkwardly; fortunately her Mom’s house is massive, its ten rooms having six full-sized bathrooms.
“Thank you so much for allowing us to stay here with my Mom for awhile Lance,” Nancy says panting. “I know it took a lot for us to move here but I promise you that’s its just until after all the babies come and you get us a bigger home.”
Lance nods his head, he didn’t want to move but after witnessing Nancy attempting to squeeze through one the doorways of their tiny apartment for the twentieth time, he knew that they had to do something.
Mrs. Connor, Nancy’s wonderful mother had been a widower for many, many years.
Her husband had made a veritable fortune in the pharmaceutical business yet despite her continual pleading; he simply worked himself to death… literally.
Mrs. Connor vowed to not suffer the same fate, insisting on taking seemingly endless vacations which, fortunately for the two very fertile couples, meant the lavish home was completely at their disposal.
The two emerge at the master bathroom, its double-door opened to accommodate Nancy’s four-foot wide girth easily.
Holding onto to her immense tummy, Lances backs her into the master bathroom; Lance gently lowers Nancy onto the toilet seat.
A huge smile rolls across Nancy’s face as she relieves herself, Lance returns her smile thoughtfully.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Lance says, apologetically, “Sorry for doing this to you!”
“Sorry?” Nancy queries.
Lance nods his head, sympathetically. Nancy reaches out again, Lance helps her to her feet instinctively, and the two of them have nearly perfected the practice of returning her to the upright position!
“Soon, we’re simply not going to be able to do this, you are literally going to be bedridden, held down by all of these babies,” Lance says, looking for a solution.
“Oh stop, just stop it!” Nancy says abruptly. “We always talked about having children, didn’t we? Sure the timing wasn’t right and, well having a belly bigger than anyone in the history of mankind is a bit daunting but… well, I kind of like being pregnant!”
“I mean, look at me! Look how BIG I am! Has there ever been a woman more pregnant than I,” she asks? Nancy twirls around ever so slowly, her arms straight out horizontally for balance.
“What were my belly measurements that we took yesterday, 110 inches around right?” she continues, already knowing the answer.
“I mean, its pretty damn heavy, I don’t mind telling you and I know that I’m pretty helpless to do anything much more than simply growing bigger… so, at least I can do that, right?” She grins.
“Uhhh… yes, honey, you are definitely doing that perfectly!” Lance responds.
“So just continue to take care of me sweetheart, take care of us,” Nancy says patting her enormous belly, “We’re doing just fine!”
“Baby,” Lance says with a huge beaming smile, “You’re the @#%$!”
Nancy waddles by and, grabbing Lance by the hand, pulling him to the bedroom.
“I want to say “Thank you” in a special way, one I’m sure that you’ll love,” she says boldly.
* * * * * * 34 weeks * * * * *
“Tada!!!!” Nancy shouts, emerging from the multi-colored cabana by the swimming pool. “How do you like my newest suit, I had it special ordered to fit me,” she announces.
Lance at poolside looks up and is nearly blinded by the reflection from the brightness of her enormous bathing suit.
He’d practically run out of new expressions, new words for her incredible size!
“Huge!” just doesn’t do her justice anymore, he thinks to himself as she approaches.
She wore a neon yellow, 2-piece bathing suit; the bottom portion of which was completely hidden by her magnificent belly. Her breasts also have entered the “Spectacular” range and simply kept growing. “Even if I did have this bathing suit made to order, I don’t think they truly believed me when I told them I have FF cups but only a medium waist,” she says.
“Medium waist my ass,” Lance guffaws!
“You know what I mean, despite my obvious condition, my legs and hips are barely wider than normal… see?” Nancy says, turning to wiggle her dainty butt.
She turns and approaches him slowly, gingerly.
Her “waddle” is greatly exaggerated as her legs are pushed well apart by the depth of her tummy.
Nancy’s astounding belly is surprisingly tanned, unlike many of the expectant mothers that she has gotten to know. Perhaps because she has grown so enormous, the buoyancy her pool provides has definitely helped ease her burden and improved her tan at the same time.
Her parent’s pool was simply breathtaking in its beauty and design.
Near Olympic in its size, it fit her well, allowed her to enjoy it to the utmost despite her overwhelming proportions.
She eases herself down the steps into the wading area of the pool, her muscular arms extending outward like a tight-rope artist. She’s had to convert to such measures when encountering awkward situations.
Her center of gravity could change in a moment with the ever-present rolling and shifting of so many babies inside of her.
She enters the pool gracefully, parting the waters like Moses only she doesn’t wield a staff, just an enormous tummy!
Nancy resembles a huge ocean liner setting sail, cooing gleefully as the coolness of the water settles in…. and the weight, the tremendous weight of her improbable belly was lifted.
For the moment she felt lighter than she had in many, many weeks and her overworked back muscles simply relaxed. God, she loved their pool! Complete with a long, slide at the end of the pool. It towers above at nearly 30 feet high complete with twists and turns just like an amusement park. Surrounding the slide is a veritable fortune of landscape cornucopia complete with exotic bonsai trees and Japanese maple.
Several of the bushes that outlined the pool were cut into various animals, the “giraffe” bush stood tall and proud overlooking the entrance flanked by the “bear” bush.
Nancy enters the pool at the shallow end, gliding through the water like a supertanker, her presence sending wave after wave of glistening water towards Lance’s float, rocking him violently.
“Tidal wave!!!” Lance shrieks, his arms flopping overhead as he tumbles over, back into the pool.
Nancy just stops, her hands on what use to be hips, now indiscernible because of her tremendous tummy. “Very funny,” she says with a scowl.
Lance paddles slowly towards Nancy, a bit of makeup sex is high on his impromptu list when suddenly, they hear a knock at the gate of their pool.
Both spin around in the water, Nancy's movement much more awkward causing a small whirlpool.
"Oh... hiya Kevin, how are you doing?" Lance shouts.
"Kevin... Kevin is here!!!" Turning around quickly, Nancy grabs Lances shoulder, "Did you invite him over?"
"Errr, no sweetheart, I didn't but I think that he finally took you up on the offer you made," Lance answers.
Then it hits her... hard!!
Nancy had been hitting on Kevin once a week, every single week of every single year of their high school days and not once had he really noticed her.
She'd always, always had a crush on him... actually she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't viewed him as the absolute perfect man.
And now... now of all times he was here!?!
"Make him go away!!!" she screeches under her breath, "No.... no... don't do that, ummm... ummm…"
"Yes?" Lances replies coldly, knowing full well her latent feelings were once again resurfacing.
He thought that she'd gotten over him and now that they were about to be parents on a grand scale, he thought for sure that she'd finally realized that he was the one.
"Can I come in, your Mom said that you were a bit sick and since you'd invited me over about a billion times I thought I'd finally take you up on your kind offer,” Kevin says from behind the fence, peering awkwardly over the top.
"Damn, damn... damn," Nancy says, thinking... thinking as quickly as she can how to not be discovered.
"Come.... come," Nancy pauses to clear her throat, "Come on in, Kevin."
Kevin opens the door and pauses and it's no wonder why every single girl in the school wanted him.
He is the epitome of an extremely attractive guy, model good looks with wavy brown hair. Captain of the football, baseball, soccer and track team with countless trophies along the "Shrine of Heroes" hallway at their former high school.
Nancy swooned right there, sighed deeply as she floated towards the pools edge, shielding her monstrous figure as best she can underneath the water’s edge.
"Hiya Kevin, how's it going?" Nancy queries in her best guy voice.
Kevin smiles in response, perfectly capped teeth glisten in the afternoon sun.
"Pretty good, I was home from college and heard that you were home too.... I came by to check on my two friends.
"Friends.... friends, since when were we friends," Lance questions just under his breath.
Nancy elbows him sharply in the ribs, he grimaces in pain.
"It's good to see you too Kevin, how's school going," Nancy asks, trying to distract him from looking deep into the water to see her massive form. She places her elbows onto the ledge exposing her very large, soon-to-be milk-filled breasts, the cleavage of which is simply too inviting.
Kevin notices immediately and all but stares.
"So... you're looking pretty good these days Nancy, everything alright?" He says.
Lance slowly backstrokes away, realizing that he has become virtually invisible to those two anyway.
"There's a shark over at the other end of the pool... next to the school of man-eating piranhas, I think I’ll go over there and become a meal," Lance announces sarcastically.
"Oh... okay, sweetheart," Nancy responds, not paying attention.
Nancy also floats away towards the middle of the pool, careful to only expose her body from her ample chest up, the shallow waves and bright sunlight distort her lower body from Kevin's perceptions. Her massive belly has become extremely buoyant in the last few weeks causing her to float effortlessly, it's mass pushing her well endowed breasts up and out of the water even further, spreading out giving Kevin a tremendous stiffy.
"Nice err... yellow swimsuit Nancy, it looks kinda funny in the water though, hard to tell your shape.... are you holding a big beach ball underwater or something?" Nick asks, trying to get invited into the pool.
"Ummm, no, it's a new 2 piece that I had made up special; they had this cool "Baby yellow" color that I just had to have... I'll show it off in a little while if you like," she says coyly.
"Mind if I get in, it's awful hot out here?" Kevin asks.
"Yeah and I'm getting out for awhile... you two lovebirds... I mean, swimmers like something cool to drink?" Lance offers.
Surprised, Nancy responds sweetly, "Yes, yes Lance, thank you."
"Me too dude," Kevin chimes in.
Kevin prances up to the diving ladder, pauses then springs to life executing a perfect
2 ½ somersault pike, cutting through the water with expert precision.
By now Nancy has positioned herself just next to the diving ladder and watches intently as Kevin swims a few laps, wondering if he is too caught up in himself to look underwater and notice the tremendous changes that have happened to her.
After 3 laps Kevin reaches the silver ladder and struts out of the water, shaking and drying his hair.
He lies back down onto the concrete at the shallow end of the pool and motions for Nancy to come over.
Nancy simply shakes her head "No," her game isn't yet finished and besides, she really wants to know what kind of guy he truly is.
Undaunted, Kevin again motions for her to come over, lifting one index finger and motioning the "Come hither" gesture to which Nancy again ignores.
"Hmmm, this one is going to be tough," Kevin thinks, "Maybe I'll just go the direct approach."
Kevin crawls seductively on his hands and knees over to Nancy at the shallow end, swaying and gyrating his hips causing Nancy's sexual juices to immediately begin flowing.
"Say... Nancy, how come the two of us never got together all of the years," Kevin asks, his puppy dog eyes pouting brilliantly, blue-green pupils flashing in the waters reflection.
"Oh... you were always just too busy with all of the those other girls to notice me Kevin," Nancy responds shyly, "I know that I'm not as pretty as they are."
“Nonsense!!” He retorts loudly, "Yes... yes there were a lot of them.... err (catching himself before he sounds stupid) I mean, only a few that really mattered but I'm looking for someone special."
"Well, I hope that you find her... you see, Lance and I are in love now and I'm with him. There was a time when I would've done anything to go out with you but...." Nancy says.
"But..." Kevin urges.
"But, I love Lance and he loves me," she finishes.
"Hmmmm, are you sure?" Kevin says, flashing his million dollar smirkish smile,
"I mean, maybe you aren't completely sure. Maybe you and I should get together in the meantime….till you are truly sure, that is."
"But… but what about Lance," Nancy says, leading him on.
"Lance... he's a good guy but I think that you deserve better," Kevin answer coldly, calmly.
"Hmmm," she says, leaning closer and closer to Kevin, her huge belly shoved deeper into the water is now nearly lifting her completely out as she leans in for a soft kiss.
Kevin, sure that he has her right where he wants her looks around first to see if Lance was paying attention then quickly looks back into her eyes and kisses her softly.
"Such a soft, tender kiss,” Nancy thinks as they exchange saliva, "I can't wait to see his expression once I come out of the pool.”
It’s now Kevin’s turn to swoon, he sighs deeply and, in mock humility, rolls over and slips in the pool. Nancy is a bit startled by his kiss and even more surprised as he swims toward the shallow end of their pool and slinks onto the shallow marble steps.
He is halfway in and halfway out of the water as he folds his hands behind his head in near triumph.
“I’ve got her now, she’s mine despite her lame boyfriend,” he smirks to himself.
“There’s plenty more where that came from over here,” he says.
Now it’s Nancy’s turn to smirk!
“Okay, but I’m kinda shy about all of this especially since Lance should be back any moment,” she responds.
“Lance, Schmance… you’re with Big Kev now… what’s he have that I don’t have, what’s he got that I cannot get for you, babe?” Kevin brags on, completely sure of himself.
“Are you sure that you are ready for me… I mean, be gentle because this is a special bathing suit, I paid a lot for it… I really, really hope that you like it… and me in it!” Nancy says happily.
She paddles towards the shallow end of the pool slowly, seductively.
Her immense, milk producing breasts rise steadily in about the water; swaying effortlessly and sensually.
Their eyes remain locked and each time Kevin tries to look down to spy her swimsuit as she moves towards him, Nancy dips her head and catches his eyes again and locks them in.
Nancy’s foot has finally reached the curve of the pool, she can walk now… it’ll only be a moment until her secret is revealed.
Nancy ambles slowly forward and begins to stand erect, the top of her fantastically enormous belly beings to emerge, displacing more and more water as she presses forward.
Kevin gorgeous smile slowly begins to change, the corners of his mouth dipping downward from a smile to wide-open, utter surprise and amazement.
He does an expected double-take as Nancy gets closer and closer, her gigantic belly plowing through the shallow water.
Kevin arms stretch out before him, trying to hold back her advances but still she continues.
“S…s..s….stop… r..r..rr….right there!” He screeches.
A wry smile appears on her face.
“What? Well, what do you think of my suit?” Nancy replies, seemingly oblivious to his utter shock.
“Errr, it’s a nice suit Nancy…sweetheart, really it is!” He stammers.
Nancy still presses forward; her proud enormous belly now towers above Kevin, casting a huge shadow.
Still she continues and gently but firmly presses her huge tummy deep into his chest, covering his entire torso and legs down to his shins.
He reaches out to protect himself, trying to hold her at a distance.
“What’s Lance got that you don’t have, you asked?” She questions angrily. “He’s got one incredible set of very, very potent testicles!! So…. the next time you decide to hit on some babe and she tells you that she’s attached and in love with someone….”
She presses him deeper into the water with her enormous tummy, his head barely above the surface.
“…. take her word for it, got it!?!?” she finishes.
“Y…y…yes Ma’am,” Kevin replies feeling like he’ll drown if she doesn’t remove her incredible belly.
* * * * * 36 weeks * * * * *
Nancy hears the door to her bedroom open, listens intently as soft footsteps approach her.
“H-h-hello?” she calls out, unable to move very much anymore, her enormous belly
completely blocking her view of anything except that which is directly to her side.
“Oh, g-morning Mom, how are you doing today?” she asks with a smile.
Nancy’s mother forces a smile as she peers down at her daughters face but her expression changes quickly as she turns her attention to the gigantic mound of blankets rising overhead.
Reaching high off their king-sized bed, her daughter’s growth has caused many to faint and all others to simply gawk, shaking their heads in unbelief.
“It’s funny that I haven’t heard from the Doc yet, he said, “Thirty Six weeks, if you make it to 36 weeks then I’ll take them all out, one by one… yes, that’s what he said! Nancy says, nearly shouting
“I know, I know Mom…. it’s incredible to think that it’s all…. me, but today it’s…it’s … today. The very last day for me to be like this. Soon, I’ll be able to walk normally again, be able to see my feet, go to the bathroom normally and eat like a normal kid,” Nancy responds, small tears dripping from her eyes.
“Yes… yes, sweetheart,” Nancy’s mother sighs, “I brought the tape measure in like you asked although I don’t know why it matters anymore. You… you… you’re so enormous, Nancy! Bigger than anyone… ever… ever!” She sputters, shakes her head and begins to cry. Nancy stretches out for her but is held firm onto the bed by her massive tummy. Nancy’s mom leans over and they embrace tightly.
“I love you so much!” They both say simultaneously and cry even harder.
After several minutes Nancy’s Mom stands up quickly, wiping the tears from her eyes,
“Okay, now what do I do again?”
Nancy also wipes the tears from her eyes, “Okay… um, first take off the sheets and blankets but… before you do, I want to warn you… err, tell you something.”
Mrs. Connors steps back a bit, looking surprised, “What Nancy… what?”
“Well, I know that you haven’t seen me in a… ummm, my bare tummy in awhile and well, I’ve grown quite a bit in the last week. I even had a last minute growth spurt last night so please don’t be…” Nancy begins but is stopped mid-sentence as Mrs. Connor rips back to sheets and gasps!
“Ohmigod!” She gasps softly, nearly whispering.
“… shocked!” Nancy finishes her sentence.
Mrs. Connor can only stare, her mouth agape enough to be mistaken for the St. Louis Gold Arch.
“I’m … I’m sorry Momma, I tried to warn you,” Nancy says, mustering a smile.
Mrs. Connor reaches out to touch her daughters' impossibly huge tummy, cautiously and with great trepidation.
Summoning up a bit of courage, Mrs. Connor says, “My… oh… it’s really not that huge! Really, why I’ve even seen a few…. (pauses at the absurd comments that she’s about to make) a few mothers-to-be bigger than you!” Nancy just looks at her, a gentle smile rolls across her face.
Mrs. Connor probes her daughters’ gigantic belly slowly, she smiles often as she presses portions of Nancy’s tummy inward and receives a kick in reply.
“Did you feel that?” Mrs. Connor asks.
“What?” Nancy replies.
“The baby…. err, one of the babies kicked me,” Mrs. Connor replies.
“Oh… ummm, Mom… it’s really hard to tell anymore, they all seem to be either kicking me or each other constantly. I guess I’ve simply gotten use to it by now,” Nancy replies nonchalantly.
Suddenly her belly turns rock hard and swells as a Braxton Hicks contraction kicks in, Mrs. Connors’ eyes light up immediately.
“What was that?!” She says with great surprise.
“A contraction I think, the practice ones according to Dr. Shepherd,” Nancy answers.
“Did it hurt, I mean, I vaguely remember my Braxton Hicks contractions but I remember that they got my attention pretty quickly, I can only imagine what they feel like carrying 50 babies!” Mrs. Connor says.
“55 babies, Mom!” Nancy corrects her, a single tear rolls down her face.
“Oh Nancy, you’ve been so brave going through all of this so far… hold on sweetheart and it’ll be over very, very soon!” Mrs. Connor encourages her.
“Yes, I know Mom and I, for one, will really be glad!” She answers, hoisting herself up onto her elbows, her massive belly leaning forward like the tower of Pisa.
“Mom?” Nancy queries, tentatively.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Mrs. Connor replies.
“I need a favor… I mean, Lance usually takes care of … but he’s been working hard and…. would you mind… err, can you help me take a bath?” Nancy asks uneasily.
Mrs. Connor’s eyes widen, “A bath… umm, where? Surely you can’t still fit into the shower!”
She slaps her hands over her mouth as if trying to herd the sensitive words back into her back but its too late.
Nancy sighs, “I know… I know Mom that I cannot fit into the shower anymore but Lance has been bathing my belly and me down at the Jacuzzi.”
“At least I can still fit in there,” she says holding out her arms to receive a tug out of the bed.
Mrs. Connor obliges but can only hold onto one of Nancy’s arms, her prodigious belly and engorged breasts blocking the way.
“One…. two…” Nancy says, rocking forward as best she can, her tummy and breasts swaying as she prepares to stand up.
“Three!” They both shout at the same time and pull mightily. Nancy springs forward and nearly loses her balance as her center of gravity adjusts then settles in deep within her tremendous belly.
Her arms straight out to her side like a trapeze artist, Nancy slowly waddles down the hallway, “Mom, can you bring along the tape measure… for the last time… and a bunch of towels too?”
Mrs. Connor grabs the needed items, pauses for a moment to collect herself and trudges on.
Taking nearly 10 minutes just to reach the other side of the house Nancy finds herself completely out of breath, the extra 250 pounds on her powerful frame has simply overwhelmed her during the last few weeks.
“Can you turn on the water, Mama… make it hot like I like it!” Nancy asks.
“Now Nancy, you know cute Dr. Shepherd has told you that hot baths are too much for the babies…” Mrs. Connor replies, filling the Jacuzzi.
Nancy nods her head, reaches down to remove her all but invisible underwear and nearly topples over.
“Whoa!” Nancy says, regaining her balance.
“Be careful now sweetheart,” Lance cautions, steadying her from behind.
“Whew… thanks honey,” Nancy says, kissing him, “You’re home a bit early today. Its good that you got here just when you did, Mom and I would have had a hard time standing me upright by ourselves!”
Lance nuzzles Nancy’s neck lovingly, kissing her soft and gently. Nancy moans softly, partially embarrassed as her Mother tries to look away.
“S…s…stop, sweetheart. This is how this all got started anyway,” Nancy says trying to hold her gigantic belly up higher.
“Hmmm, I see your point, “Lance replies “But… at least we don’t have to worry about you getting any more preggers, do we?” He says mockingly.
“Heh heh, you are so not funny,” Nancy replies sarcastically, shaking her fist.
The Jacuzzi fills up slowly, Nancy taps her fingers its marble surface, waiting impatiently.
“I’ll be back a little later,” Mrs. Connor says and scurries off to a distant part of the house.
“What’s the matter with her,” Lance asks, noticing her uneasiness.
“Well… she hadn’t seen me… err, my bare tummy in awhile and … well, I’m a lot bigger than the last time and she was a bit shocked,” Nancy articulates grudgingly.
“Do you think we’ve overstayed our visit here? I mean, her house is so large and could accommodate all of us even after the babies are here,” Lance reasons.
“At first I was reluctant to move here, but now with the babies so close I was hoping to stay for quite some time.”
Nancy leans over, ever so slightly to brush her hands through the water, testing it for warmth and sighs longingly.
Her daily bathing was the one thing that she really looked forward to now that sex seemed to be out of the question. Sure, Dr. Shepherd had told her about sex causing pre-term labor but somehow, from the very beginning, she knew that she’d carry the babies to full term.
“Ready?” Nancy queries, slowly standing upright; her gargantuan tummy and breast bulging uncontrollably.
“Easy, nice and slow,” Lance says as they anticipate descending the five steps down into the hot tub.
Just six months ago going down into the hot tub was an extremely simple task, back then when Nancy was the size of a normal full term pregnant woman with just one baby.
But now, just walking around takes forethought and planning, maneuvering her mammoth body was akin to a tug jockeying an ocean liner.
“Okay, first step is coming up,” Lance says directing Nancy into the Jacuzzi whilst holding her forearm with one hand, balancing her tummy with the other.
Nancy leans backwards, her monstrous belly rises higher as she descends into the tub.
She reluctantly remembers several weeks ago attempting to enter the Jacuzzi solo, remembering the shock of falling headlong into the hot tub as she lost her balance.
Recalling vividly the tremendous splash she created as she and her colossal belly pierced the water with a terrific splash, displacing nearly all of the contents.
She unenthusiastically remembers the embarrassment she felt when Lance returned home, to find her stuck, belly down as it were, in the Jacuzzi; completely unable to get out alone.
Nancy sighs and steels her resolve as she descends further and further.
Finally, she feels the bottom of her profound tummy enter the warm water, her girth cutting through like an ice-tanker in the Artic.
Gradually she feels lighter, the weight of her belly lifting, becoming practically buoyant.
With unnatural ease, Nancy descends further into the oversized Jacuzzi, the water contents rising near the top of the tank as she and her gigantic tummy displace more and more water.
“I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful this feels!” Nancy says as she glides around the water.
Lately, Nancy has noticed that the bigger she gets the more buoyant she feels.
She became aware of this a few days ago whilst swimming in the Olympic sized pool.
Nancy observed that, while lying on her back in the water, her oversized belly sticking high into the air like an iceberg in the ocean, she could float effortlessly.
Even more bizarre was when she discovered that she could not remain submerged under the water for very long.
It was hard enough to even get all of her body beneath the surface of the water in the first place, but remaining submerged was practically impossible.
As she lies back in the Jacuzzi, Lance clasps a large bar of soap nearby, lathers up the wash cloth and begins the wash Nancy’s substantially cumbersome abdomen.
Nancy reaches around to her back, unclasps her oversized bra, releasing her 44 triple-G breasts.
They flop onto her tummy heavily accompanied with an audible thud!
Nancy sighs, “I knew I always wanted big breasts, I mean getting through high school with just a “A” cup didn’t help much. But these, these big boys are more than I ever imagined!”
Lance chuckles sympathetically, “Just wait till your milk comes in to feed all of our children!”
Nancy emits a loud guffaw, shaking her astounding belly which in turn causes the rest of her body to quiver and quake! Sir Thomas Newton’s third law of motion can be seen vividly as Nancy’s body now completely fluctuates uncontrollably.
The water in the hot top begins to roll, cresting the top and splashing over, onto the pool area.
Nancy’s eye widen in disbelief, they both reach for her tremendous belly attempting to stop the shaking. Lance tries to reach around Nancy’s entire tummy trying to quell the trembling, finding its girth far too wide too allow his fingers to touch.
Finally, after several minutes the shaking subsides; both Nancy and Lance simply stare at her mountainous belly, their mouths gaped open in amazement!
“It’s almost like this tummy has a mind of its own; I mean now… there is more belly than anything!” Nancy says, completely astounded.
Cautiously Lance returns to bathing his breath-taking beauty, caressing tenderly her belly and breast with warm soap and water.
After a few moments Nancy’s eyes flutter as she settles into a blissful relaxed state, her arms float alongside her remarkable breasts.
“This feels so good!” She says, almost moaning.
“It certainly does!” Lance blurts out without thinking..
Nancy reopens her eyes slightly, taking in the sight of Lance caressing her absurdly oversized belly with such tenderness and care, she falls in love with him all over again.
“You very much enjoy me like this, don’t you sweetie?” Nancy asks quietly.
“Yes I do love… but sometimes with mixed feelings,” Lance answers cautiously.
“I mean, I often dreamed of our lives together with you pregnant with my children; growing huge and you carried them to full term. I even imagined, in my most fertile dreams, you carrying twins or even triplets; your belly really, REALLY big as your pregnancy progressed,” Lance says.
“But this… this,” Lance continues, gesturing towards Nancy’s colossal belly, “Defies even my wildest imagination! I mean, 55 babies!”
“I know it’s pretty selfish of me,” Lance says, “Especially since you’ve had such a hard time getting around lately. But I LOVE you like this, so very big and full of life. I wish it would last forever!”
The phone rings, Lance rolls his eyes and ventures out of the Jacuzzi to answer.
Nancy languidly returns from her blissful, extremely relaxed state. Although she can no longer see Lance, her colossal belly more than blocks her view, she can hear his replies and they do not sound very positive.
“… but you said today was the day, you said that she wouldn’t have to go beyond this point,” Lance declares solidly!
“Dammit Doc, she’s going to be WAY disappointed, is there any, any way you could get all of the required personnel there today… even tomorrow?!” He questions.
“Oh… okay Doc, I’ll tell her the news, we’ll see you soon. Please, please call if anything changes,” Lances replies, hanging up the phone.
Pausing to collect himself, Lance slowly walks back towards Nancy. Patiently she waits in the Jacuzzi, her gargantuan belly still covered with soap suds.
“Is everything okay?” Nancy queries, sensing his uneasiness.
“Well… sorta,” Lance answers vaguely.
“Who was that? Are the babies okay?” Nancy presses, instinctively protecting her unborn children as all mothers do.
“You see sweetheart, the thing is….” Lance says, his voice trailing off, searching for just the right way to break the news.
“….that was Dr. Shepherd; he says that although he is ready to deliver the babies today, the hospital has told him that they’re not fully prepared yet. That they don’t have enough available nurses, extra doctors and… even worse, they’re not quite sure when they’ll all arrive,” Lance explains, his eyes looking downward.
Nancy sighs heavily, her gigantic tummy lifting higher and now well above the top of the Jacuzzi.
A tiny teardrop appears, and then rolls down her face, plopping softly into the warm water.
“Oh well… I wasn’t quite ready to deliver them anyway. I was hoping to have a 100” tummy anyway,” Nancy says, unconvincingly.
Lance returns to her side, yet finds that he has nothing to say, no positive words come to his mind.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Lance says, shaking his head.
“Ready?” Lance asks quietly. Nancy just nods her head and, with great concentrated effort slowly stands up, climbs the stairs to exit the Jacuzzi.
Just then as if by cue, Mrs. Connor returns to the backyard area, carrying an armful of multi-colored towels and a tape measure.
“Everything okay,” Mrs. Connor returns, sensing a change in attitude.
“Well… I think so Mom, it’s just that… I’ll be pregnant a little longer,” Nancy replies with sad, puppy dog eyes.
Mrs. Connor cocks her head, puzzled.
“Dr. Shepherd called, said that the hospital staff wasn’t quite ready for us… not enough people had arrived for today’s scheduled delivery. He said that they’re still coming but couldn’t give us a firm day or time… Nancy is a bit frustrated,” Lance explains.
Mrs. Connors journeys over to Nancy’s side, places her hands gently on Nancy’s colossal tummy, patting it gently.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know that you’re disappointed, but just think… the longer that they remain inside of you, the bigger and healthier they’ll be,” Mrs. Connors says, trying to reassure her.
“Yes, yes… I know that Mom,” Nancy sighs, “But they bigger they get, the bigger I get! I’m not sure that I’ll be able to walk much longer!”
Nancy leans backward, pushing her enormous belly out even further for effect, bumping into Mrs. Connor causing her to stumble backwards.
“Oops, sorry Mama,” Nancy gushes.
Startled, Mrs. Connor continues, “Well, I brought some towels and the tape measure. I’ve gotta go out for awhile, I’ll call you two later.”
Quickly, Mrs. Connor exits, they hear the front door shut soundly off in the distant corner of the house.
“That was strange,” Lance says surprised grabbing several towels, “What’s with her?”
Lance ponders over to Nancy, still standing by the entryway using the doorframe to keep and maintain her balance.
He begins to towel the wetness off her impossibly large body, starting from her feet working his way upwards. Nancy cranes her neck from side to side as she loses sight of her husband-to-be, her tremendously large tummy blocking her view.
Lance massages as well as dries his damp fiancé with great care as he rises slowly. Reaching her monumental tummy he continues gingerly, languidly knowing full well that she’ll never, ever look like this again. Nancy smiles, cooing softly as he circles her enormous body slowly.
“I… I… I think my Mom might be off again,” Nancy declares nonchalantly, her eyes closed as she concentrates on both Lances lovely touch and maintaining her balance whilst still standing.
“Sometimes she just leaves, off to parts unknown,” Nancy remarks.
“No way, she knows that you’re about to… dammit, we just told her that you weren’t going to deliver for awhile and, since she trusts me to continue taking care of you, then…” Lance says, his voice trailing off.
After several minutes of toweling her off, he finally reaches Nancy’s beautiful, jet black hair. The extra hormones in her mammoth body has made her hair grow extra quickly remaining very full and healthy. Now shoulder length, Lance squeezes handfuls of hair, wrenching water away.
“As much as I love having you dry me off sweetheart, I have to lie down or at least sit down, my legs are getting tired,” Nancy says, patting her humongous tummy.
“I know… I know,” Lance answers, impatiently.
“You try standing for very long carrying over three times your body weight, see how tired you feel!” Nancy retorts angrily.
Lance sighs apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just enjoying drying you off so much, I forgot about the time. Just let me measure you then I’ll put you down for a nice morning nap.”
“Okay… err, when was the last time that we did this anyway?” Nancy queries.
“Last month I think,” Lance answers.
“I know I’ve grown a lot since then,” Nancy asserts, attempting to hold her colossal belly up from the side, “I’m scared to think how much!”
“Let’s just start at the top,” Lance says, grabbing the tape measure, “Hold this end.”
Nancy steadies herself before releasing her grip of the door jamb and settles the end of the tape measure onto her breast. Her ponderous mammaries have swollen considerable in the last few weeks, in anticipation of her impending birth, sticking out nearly a foot in front of her.
Lance gradually eases out the yellow tape measure unwinding it from her front to her back. His eyes progressively growing larger as they dart back and forth from Nancy’s chest to the tape measure as he lets it out further and further.
“… forty five, forty eight….” He declares to himself, “fifty…. Fifty seven… Ohmigod!”
“Oh…okay, so my breasts have gotten a little bit bigger, no problem right… right?” Nancy says, perturbed.
“N…no….no problem sweetheart,” Lance interjects quickly. “It’s just that…well; you use to be a “B” cup right?”
“Yeah… and your point is?” Nancy answers abruptly, clearly annoyed.
“Well… err, I was reading one of your childbirth books and it said that your milk hasn’t even come in yet,” Lance gushes, reaching out and gently brushes her right breast with his fingers. Instantly they become erect, Nancy’s nipple sticking out thumb length.
“S…sss…stop that,” Nancy says trying to turn away, “You know how easy it is to get me aroused these days!”
“Oh… I forget; my bad,” Lance smirks.
“Just hurry up, this thing is heavy,” Nancy says, holding her blimp-sized belly.
Nancy snatches the tape measure from Lance’s hands and tries to place around her spectacular tummy.
With one end in one hand she attempts to circumnavigate her profound tummy with the other hand but quickly realizes, again, that she is far to big to do this alone. Twisting and turning as best she can, Nancy’s movements and sheer ineptness remind Lance of the proverbial dog chasing its tail.
Shrugging her shoulders in defeat, Nancy looks up to find an enormous smile across Lances face, “Laugh it up, funnyman!” she says.
With puppy-like eyes she asks, “Could you help a pregnant girl out instead of just smiling and gawking at her?”
Chortling, Lance grabs the opposite end of the 120” tape measure and begins to circle his abundantly gravid girlfriend. The numbers whiz by in his hands as he surrounds her, her heavily inflated body protruding out in all directions.
For the first time, as he looks very closely he can actually see her massive tummy bulge out in several directions as the dozens of babies kick and move around.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Lance return back to the task at hand and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he rechecks his tape measure progress, “…ninety-nine, one hundred two….one hundred seven,” he whispers unbelievably.
Peering around her fantastic tummy whilst still measuring it becomes apparent that he’ll run out of tape measure before he reaches fully around her preposterously engorged tummy!
“Holy….” Lance clamors, “I can’t believe it! I just ran out; this 120” tape measure is not… not big enough to measure you!”
“You’re telling me,” Nancy remarks unsurprised, dropping it as she heads for the couch,
“I just have to sit down now; these babies are almost too heavy for me anymore!” Nancy says as she bounds heavily towards the plush, red couch.
“I understand sweetheart, take a break and I’ll get us something to drink,” Lance replies, feeling guilty.
Nancy drops onto their resting place heavily, the couch groans in protest as over 350 lbs. of weight is suddenly thrust upon it. Fortunately this particular couch sitting area is very deep, nearly as wide as it is long, allowing Nancy’s gargantuan belly to flop over sideways yet still allow her to remain on the couch comfortably.
She learned her lesson last month the hard way when she tried a similar movement on the much narrower entertainment room couch, only to have the weight of her colossal belly shift and pull her off the couch and onto the hardwood floor with a tremendous thud!
A few moments later, Lance returns to find Nancy fast asleep… simply worn out from today’s activities.
Dutiful Lance gathers the largest afghan pullover and covers her as best he can.
A gentle kiss on her cheek accompanied with a soothing belly rub and taking time to wish them all a nice nap, Lance departs quietly.
The loud din of Nancy snoring follows as he exits the room.
End of Part2, stay tuned for Part3.
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