Stories
Looking for an old story
  • 3 Vote(s) - 3.67 Average
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Bellykid23
Hey everyone
I'm looking for an old story about a cam girl that gets paid to get pregnant for this millionaire couple, during the pregnancy she keeps on having sex with the couple.

If anyone could help out that would be great
Liked by avs360 (Sep 17, 2018)
muichimotsu
Think this is it. There's a sequel featuring here as well, I believe

The Deal
By Belly Fan

Chapter 1
It was Friday, and Katie had just gotten back from a long day of work. After kicking off her black heels and stripping away the modest sweater and khaki slacks of a bank teller, she was ready to assume the role of her alter-ego, Betty Boobs (a nickname that her last boyfriend had given her which she had since adopted as her internet model pseudonym). She often lamented having to work at a button-down job all week, but even though being a sexy, full-figured internet model was fun and it helped bring in a little extra cash, it simply wasn’t enough to pay all the bills. Thus, the luscious young lady was forced to toil from 9-5, M-F. However, that world was behind her for 48 hours, and she was getting ready to shake her money-maker for the web cam.
It was really no surprise that she had achieved such popularity in her first year as an on-line model. Her long, straight, jet-black hair that landed just below her shoulders framed the most beautiful, innocent, porcelain-white face with deep, brown eyes. Her sexual moniker was apt, as she definitely bore the assets to rightfully call herself “Betty Boobs.” Her heavy, ripe double-D knockers were the crowning glory of an entirely exquisite body. Her plump legs created a sensual trail from her cute, perfect, neatly painted toes to her firm, round ass and curvaceous hips. She had a noticeable pot-belly which was the remains of a stubborn freshman 15 that she had long ago given up trying to vanquish and instead embraced. All in all, she was the ultimate manifestation of “the girl next door,” except this one was willing to bear all (for $14.99 a month, of course). Everyone from BBW admirers to plain old, fetishless, heterosexual, red-blooded American men were drawn to the 150-lb beauty like moths to a porch light.
Just as she was about ready to start her Friday evening show, Betty was interrupted by a loud noise out on her front lawn. She quickly donned her silk robe and ran out to see what all the commotion was. She was startled to see the personal helicopter of none other than Diamond Jim Martini, the wealthiest man in New York City! Diamond Jim stepped out of the chopper, sauntered up to the door, greeted the young bank teller/porn star, and asked if he could come in to talk to her about a business proposition. She of course obliged, and they sat down to discuss the deal.

Chapter 2
“Ms. Boobs, do you mind if I just call you Betty?” Jim started, “Let me just start by saying that I am a huge fan of your work. You are one of the most beautiful models out there. I’ve been admiring you for the past year, and now I want to make a deal with you. I have been married for two years to my adoring wife, Stacey, and we are madly in love with each other. There’s no one I care about more in the world than her. She’s a beautiful blond with a killer figure, and I love her to death. However, we have been having a difficult time conceiving a child. Let it be known that I got where I am in the world by knowing how to make lemonade when life hands you lemons, and I have decided that I want to pay you $10 million to bear our first child. Of course, there would be a few stipulations: I would request that you keep modeling throughout the pregnancy, and since I will be your ‘employer,’ so-to-speak, I think it would be reasonable to request a few special ‘perks’ just for me,” he added with a wink.
The busty, 22-year old girl was taken aback. She knew that she wanted to be a mother down the line, but carrying someone else’s child for nine months? The stress and strain of pregnancy and labor? Having to give up the baby when it was all over? Posing in front of her thousands, maybe millions of fans with a big, fat, pregnant belly the whole time? But $10 million was a lot of money, and she had really been looking for a way out of her day job. Maybe this offer was the opportunity to change her life around that she had been looking for. “Mr. Martini,” she said after a long, thoughtful pause, “I’ll do it!”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he grinned.

Chapter 3
Plans were made immediately to begin the “transaction.” Three fertilized eggs, the potential children of Diamond Jim and his wife, were implanted in Katie’s uterus with the hopes that at least one would take. Artificial insemination is not a cheap process, but a wealthy man with determination is a force to be reckoned with. After the fertilized eggs were in her uterus, she was sent home and instructed to come back in a week to see if they stuck. That night, she stayed up thinking about what the future would hold for her. What would pregnancy be like? Would she be able to endure the day-to-day stress of child-bearing? Could she bring herself to part with the baby after it was all done? What if none of the eggs took? Would Diamond Jim have the patience to try again, or would that be ten million dollars down the drain forever? Katie spent the next week in a daze, going to work, going through the motions, completely neglecting her website (much to the dismay of the loyal, paying fans!), but the next Saturday, one week after her insemination, she returned to the fertility clinic for the results.
After running a standard urine test, the doctor came into the room with a big smile on his face. “Well, my dear, it looks like at least one baby has decided to stay!” The grateful billionaire and his loving wife hugged the surrogate mother of their future child in joy. “Wait,” Betty interrupted, “what’s all this about ‘at least one baby’?”
“Well, we put three in there knowing that there was a 1/3 chance that an egg would take to a foreign uterus,” explained the doctor, “The goal was to get you pregnant with one child, and for all we know that’s what you have, but we can’t be sure until they’re developed enough to do an ultrasound. So for the next couple weeks, just enjoy the fact that you are most definitely with child. We’ll figure out the details hopefully at your next appointment, which you should make with the nurse on your way out.”
To celebrate, Jim and his wife took Katie out to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in the city. Despite her protests, the billionaire insisted that Katie start eating for two immediately. “You don’t want to starve our little bundle of joy, do you?” he chided, as he ordered the bank-teller/porn-star/surrogate-mother a second helping of sensuously rich chocolate mousse. They dropped her off at her house, made sure that there was nothing else they could do for her, and left.

Chapter 4
“Only 14 weeks?” she thought to herself, “I’m only 14 weeks pregnant, right?” Katie was understandably shocked to notice an added paunch that had formed around her already convex abdomen as she scanned the pics from her last shoot before loading them up onto the website. It was a nice little set which started with her in a flowery sundress that was already getting a little tight around the belly area and progressed to her sprawled out on a big, comfy couch pleasuring herself with an 8-inch vibrator. It was clear in just about every shot that she had already started putting on a few pounds. Though she was no pregnancy expert, she was pretty sure that women, especially women with naturally full hips, didn’t start showing at 14 weeks. Looking at her belly, which for some reason she hadn’t really noticed until seeing it from a third person point of view, she was most definitely showing.
She brought this new development in weight gain to the attention of her OB-GYN at her appointment the next day. The doctor acknowledged that she was, indeed, getting big slightly ahead of schedule, but before scolding her for hitting the pickles and ice cream too hard, he decided to run some tests. “I should have known,” the doctor started after looking at the results.
“Oh my God, what’s wrong?” Katie asked alarmed.
“Nothing at all. You see, you spend so many years in my line of work, and you can almost tell how fertile a girl is just by looking at her figure. Judging by your pre-pregnancy measurements and physical examination results, I should have known that you would be an accommodating hostess, and it seems all of the babies we planted in your uterus have decided to stay!”
“Triplets???” She exclaimed, almost falling off of the examining table. As soon as she informed Diamond Jim and Stacey, they were delighted at the prospect of having three times the joy enter their lives. Money would be a non-issue, and the only factor would be how their surrogate would handle the multiple pregnancy. After putting a lot of thought into it, she decided that she didn’t have much of a choice. Plus, if her fans thought she would look hot with one bun in the oven, imagine the attention she would get with three!!!
As soon as she got home, Katie pulled up her shirt to examine her already protruding belly. She gently caressed her growing curves. “Mmm… this is nice,” she thought, “I can’t wait to have a great big belly. I’m gonna walk around in nothing but a tight little t-shirt and let my fat belly hang out in front of me.” She slumped down in her desk chair and, one hand on the mouse, the other absent-mindedly rubbing the exposed milky white flesh of her slightly protruding belly, she set out to tell her fans the good news.
Word quickly spread around the internet that Betty Boobs, THE Betty Boobs, was not only pregnant, but pregnant three times over and would continue doing what she did best right up through delivery. A couple of her usual fans were turned off at the prospect, but preggo-admirers from all over the web were prepared to slaughter the fatted calf in honor of the wonderful bounty which had been bestowed upon them. At this point, the revenue generated from her website was now just icing on the cake compared to what Martini was paying her for the whole deal, but one of the conditions was that she not take the porn industry’s less-than-generous “maternity leave.” Plus, the fans gawking at her inflating form would help her feel better about her figure as it stretched out of proportion to accommodate the lives within her. She immediately began embracing her new role as a preggo model, and started doing photo shoots that showed off her modestly budding belly. Bikinis, tight short shorts with tube tops, and always rubbing her newly protruding tummy. Little did she know that with three in there, it wouldn’t be long before she no longer had to advertise that she was pregnant.

Chapter 5
Since the pregnancy was first confirmed, Katie had felt closer to Stacey, the woman who’s children she was carrying in her womb. Stacey had formed a reciprocal bond with Katie or, more specifically, with Katie’s belly. Those emotions increased threefold when it was discovered that their one child was actually triplets. Stacey had begun spending more and more time around Katie’s place, and the expectant model loved the attention. She had always thought her house was too big and lonely, plus Stacey was always ready to do whatever needed to be done to keep her surrogate comfortable. Katie figured it would be nice to have someone around willing to bend over backwards for her once she, herself, got to the point where she couldn’t bend over forwards. Often, Stacey would spend hours sitting on the couch with Katie, her shirt rolled up, tucked neatly under her abundant, growing breasts, just feeling and hearing the children within her belly. In a very short period of time, Stacey had considerably more to feel and hear, as her surrogate’s tummy began to expand tremendously.
By five months pregnant, Katie looked like many pregnant women at full term, when in fact she was only halfway there. She was becoming more and more dependent on Stacy to help her get around and do simple day-to-day activities, and Stacey was, of course, more than happy to oblige. Having more than enough money to throw around, Stacey and Jim had bought Katie a wide variety of maternity apparel, much of which found its way into her photo shoots, even as Betty Boobs, the sexily expectant model often needed help getting into her attire. When Stacey presented her with a slick, leather body suit, that garment proved to be a struggle which required an extra pair of hands. Stacey, well adjusted to the feel of Betty’s body from countless belly-rubs, moved her expert hands along the model’s wide contours, to help her into the cat suit. She slowly ran the leather pants up Betty’s plump, stuffed-sausage thighs and eased her ever-widening hips in. She slowly inched the tight pants up Betty’s ample ass, cupping and grabbing generous handfuls the whole time. Betty didn’t mind this at all, and the sensual touch as her new friend helped her ease her bloated belly into the form-fitting leather outfit got her sexual juices flowing. The brief feel-up got her motor running, and by the time she was fully dressed she was already hot and flushed. Once the professional photographers Jim had hired arrived to start the shoot, they took one look at the sweaty, panting mom-to-be and realized they had evidently missed the best part!
Soon enough, the sexual tension finally snapped. It started like any other day in the life of a normal porn-star bearing the triplets of a billionaire. Katie was lounging languidly on the couch, her shirt pulled up, exposing her already massive 6-month belly. Stacey was there, as usual, rubbing Katie’s inflated womb as if to let her children know that their biological mother was close by. Stacey moved her ear to Katie’s bloated belly to hear the gentle kicks of the three children inside. Katie, intermittently munching on potato chips and absolutely reveling in the attention, began gently stroking Stacey’s long blond hair. Partially driven by a maternal love for her children and partially by the utter gratitude she felt for the surrogate who was bringing those children into the world, Stacey began to gently kiss Katie’s belly as she nuzzled it. Katie instinctively welcomed this new touch, and continued running her fingers through her employer’s wife’s hair.
Sensing that her kisses had not been considered offensive, Stacey began to use her tongue. When she started running her mouth over Katie’s belly button, the pregnant girl had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. The gentle caressing of a that newly sensitive area put her in orbit. Katie, who hadn’t enjoyed the attention of a man (or woman) in far too long, began to gently push down on Stacey’s head. Sensing what Katie was implying by her touch, Stacey began slowly kissing a long line from Katie’s belly button down to the top of her sweat pants which she carefully moved out of her way, exposing Katie’s hot, needy lips. She started gently working her tongue around the outside of Katie’s vagina and gradually built up steam until she was sticking her tongue as far up as she could reach and sucking wildly. Katie, who had been neglected of sexual attention since her insemination over 6 months ago, was spasming wildly in a state of orgasmic bliss, doing her best to thrust her heavy hips up in tandem with Stacey’s lapping.
After the dam burst, and Katie let loose an orgasm that could have been mistaken for her water breaking, Stacey kissed the same line up. Except this time, she kissed past the slightly protruding belly button, up her torso stopping briefly to suckle at each breast, and then finally engaging Katie in a long, passionate kiss. Katie put down the potato chips which she just realized she had been absent-mindedly eating the entire time and kissed Stacey back with just as much passion.
“I’m not a lesbian,” Katie offered timidly.
“Neither am I,” Stacey responded reassuringly, “I love Jim and I love being his wife, but I’ve never felt any emotion this strong before. I never thought I’d ever feel this attracted to another woman, but I just can’t help it… and I kind of like it.”
“Mmm, me too,” Katie purred contentedly as she returned to her neglected bag of chips.

Liked by Daraen9746 (Feb 16, 2021)
muichimotsu
Chapter 6
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declared, “Today we have two firsts for the annual Rock 105.9 Pregnant Bikini Contest! Please give a very warm welcome to Betty Boobs, the first professional model AND the first mother of triplets to ever grace our stage!” The crowd went wild as Betty waddled out on stage, absolutely eclipsing the other entrants. Rules typically forbade professional models from entering, but the judges just couldn’t turn away a belly with three babies inside, especially when that belly belonged to such an utterly gorgeous woman. Betty was joined by a handful of other preggos willing to bear their bumps for some laughs and maybe to win a few bucks.
There was Emily, a tall, twiggy girl who’s pregnant belly looked woefully out of place on her wiry body, and Lauren, who was so fat that you wouldn’t have assumed she was pregnant just by looking at her. Jenny was a house wife with a cute little seven month belly who looked like she could have just as easily been a model, and Kristie wasn’t even that big but was so short that her belly took up her whole body. A freckled red head named Sandy had taken pregnancy as an excuse to eat everything in sight and now resembled a pear-shaped house. Anna was a blond bombshell who’s 5 month belly was entirely overshadowed by her DDD breasts, and there was one other mom of multiples, Claire, who was working on her 3rd and 4th babies simultaneously.
Then there was the six-month pregnant Betty Boobs, in all her capacious glory. She had selected a skimpy red bikini that had fit before she was pregnant. Her wider ass caused the g-string bottom to bite sharply into her plump flesh and created a bulging effect, the sexiness of which was rivaled only by the inadequacy of her top. The pre-pregnancy bikini top caused her milk-engorged breasts to push up and together, creating a hard, firm line of cleavage. Depending on how she moved, her large breasts spilled out of top of the cups and poked out of the bottom just a little bit and she found herself constantly having to adjust the fabric in a vain attempt to cover herself with the woefully tiny garment.
The girls were all paraded out on stage in big, smock-like t-shirts bearing the radio station’s logo. Each girl took turns strutting out on to center stage and ripping off their cover-up to reveal their bloated bodies. Jenny drew huge cheers, as she revealed her perfect, stretch mark-free body. She had the figure of a teenage cheerleader with a chubby, pregnant belly neatly placed at her waistline. Anna also gave the audience a real rev-up as she shook her massive chest udders, causing them to jiggle furiously. Claire overwhelmed the crowd with the sheer size of her girth, that is, until they saw Betty. Clearly these girls would be her stiffest competition, but as Betty waddled out into center stage and visibly had to struggle to free herself from what should have been a loose shirt but was actually rather constricting, jaws could be heard hitting the floor.
The contestants were then seated in a row on stage, on display for all, and the host came around for the first competition: weirdest cravings. Lauren had professed a nearly sexual desire for potato chips and guacamole, though she admitted that she had also been a big fan before she had become pregnant. Emily had taken to dipping Hershey bars in yogurt, and Anna and Kristie fulfilled the stereotype of pickles and ice cream. Sandy looked to be the winner with her creative lust for hot fudge pork chops of which it looked like she had eaten more than her share, but Betty won the judges and audience over with her answer of simply, “pussy.”
“As you can all plainly see,” the host started, “these are all very attractive, very sexual women. However, pregnancy does make a few activities a little more difficult, namely sex with the man who got you that way. So the next question is this: what is your favorite sexual position with a big, giant belly?” Emily said that she still enjoyed missionary sex, as long as her boyfriend was gentle. Sandy said that she enjoyed to ride her man, a proud FA, so that he could enjoy the sheer poundage of his growing woman to the fullest and she could feel him as deep as possible inside her. Claire admitted that the only position in which intercourse was still possible for her was to lay on her side and allow her man to take her from behind in the spoon position. Katie was, at first, caught off guard, but then thought back to one of her favorite photo sets. She went off on a rather lengthy tangent involving a harness to suspend her bloated body above the bed, while a strapping young man crawls underneath her and pounds the pregnant beauty at the most delicious angle while a female lover fondles her big, bloated, breasts and suckles at them to release the internal pressure of the massive milkers. Midway through, the host cut her off as a matter of keeping the show moving along in a timely fashion.
Finally, there came the pickles and ice cream eating competition. Each girl was given a full-sized jar of dills and a gallon of neopolitan ice cream. Kristie was the first to run out of room in her already tightly-packed belly and was forced to give up. She leaned back in the chair with a moan, and rubbed her bikini-exposed belly with a sticky chocolate hand. Surprisingly enough, Claire reached a similar limitation. Later she would confess to having polished off a whole bag of Oreos in the car, not knowing there would be an eating event in the contest. One by one, the other contestants all ducked out. Some of the girls like Emily, Anna, and Jenny couldn’t handle the idea of putting that much food away at one time. Lauren was chowing down in typical fat girl fashion, and Sandy, who proved to be a constantly starving, insatiable eating machine was Betty’s only real competition. But for her part, Betty was doing a damn fine job eating for four and managed to suck down the last pickle and lick the ice cream carton dry a full thirty seconds before Lauren finished up. She then took the pickle juice and poured it over body in celebration. This made her nipples visibly erect much to the elation of the cheering audience. Jenny, a good sport but not one to miss out on the spot-light began to lick the juice off her opponent’s chest. This proved most enjoyable for everyone.
In the end, by unanimous decision, Katie was proudly crowed Rock 105.9’s Miss Period 2004. The prize money of $5000 really wasn’t something she needed, so she graciously decided to share it with her fellow preggers. Runners up Jenny and Claire were honored with slightly less fanfare at second and third place, respectively, but truly everyone walked, or waddled, away a winner.

Chapter 7
Jim had just come home from a business trip overseas, and had some matters to attend at home. It seems that while he was away, the surrogate mother of his children had grown negligent in her website updates. While the members of her site were paying for weekly updates, the site had been dead for over two weeks! Jim walked into Katie’s house and saw the bloated porn star lounging about languidly on the couch, her 7-month triplet belly rolling out from under her ridiculously undersized t-shirt, popping chocolate-dipped Tostitos into her mouth.
The billionaire businessman was noticeably peeved. “Excuse me, princess,” he began accusatorily, “would you mind explaining why you haven’t lived up to the stipulations of our contract?”
“Whuuh?” She managed to mumble between bites.
“I’m talking about the website, dear! Horny preggo-lovers are paying big bucks to see you swell up and grow, and I want to know why you haven’t updated in over two weeks.”
Like most girls in her line of work, Katie had never been on great terms with her parents. In fact, she and her mother hadn’t spoken in years. That’s why her mom never got the chance to tell her that the women in their family tend to get very, VERY big when they get pregnant. Even when they only carried one child, most of her relatives were bed-ridden by their ninth month. Fortunately, she didn’t have to tell her, as the young porn star was finding out for herself very nicely. “You want to see why I haven’t done any new sets?” She retorted, “Here’s why!” With that, she began to shake her bulbous body back and forth furiously, flailing her arms and kicking her plump legs, messing her long, gorgeous, black hair, getting it in her face, and working up a bit of a sweat. “It’s a little tough to do photo shoots when I can’t even get up and move under my own strength! I think the fans would get a little bored with shot after shot of me just sitting there on my big, fat, pregnant ass. If it weren’t for your wonderful wife who’s been so good to me, I don’t know what I’d do.” As if on cue, Stacey came out of the kitchen with two big boxes of ice cream and loads of toppings. As great as it was to see Betty Boobs balloon up to super-human proportions, it was creating problems in the porno department.
Resourceful businessman that he was, Jim set to work trying to figure out an answer to this little predicament, and soon enough he had one. He would hire a crew. Teamsters were hired on the spot all the time to move heavy things around for photo studios, why not to move heavy people? Katie didn’t disapprove of this idea, but she had one condition: “I want women. I don’t care how many more it takes, I want you to hire as many professional models as it takes to move me around. Some ladies in waiting for your lady in waiting, so to speak.” At first Jim was skeptical of the costs; he would have to hire twice as many individuals, probably at ten times the cost, but it did make for more entertaining photo shoots. So it was decided: an army of beautiful women to tend to her ever growing needs. They decided to start with just two girls in addition to Stacey (who would, of course, continue doing her job pro-bono), and hire new help as Katie’s growth demanded it. The fans went crazy seeing their favorite knocked-up porn star require her own team of assistants just to get up and walk around. For her part, Katie had always been a promiscuous girl, and refused to be bound by her condition. If she wanted to leave the house and walk down to the park, she would simply have her two handmaidens hoist her massive belly up while she leaned on Stacey’s shoulder for support and go out for a walk. As laborious a chore as it was becoming, it would take an astronomical amount of weight to keep her restrained. However, that was exactly what she had in store.

Chapter 8
Soon, due to the combination of Katie’s massive size and absolute gorging of food, an interesting thing happened. Her belly became subject to periodic growth spurts, during which (usually after a big meal), she would begin to visibly expand for a few seconds, though it often felt like hours. Predictably, these made for great video files when they could be captured on tape. Fans were dropping big bucks to see Betty Boobs expanding uncontrollably and ripping through her already huge, specially-made maternity clothes. The first of these growth spurts was fortunately caught on video.
It was a “cleaning-up” set. As her bulbous body had eventually made her too large to fit in the increasingly tiny bath tub, Betty Boobs began to rely on sponge baths from her hand maidens. This time, it was Stacey’s turn to administer the very sensual washing, and it was decided to make a video out of it. As a nude Stacey made out with the immobilly pregnant porn star, kissing and licking her neck and massaging her breasts, she lathered up her big, giant belly. Rubbing the warm, soapy water over the massive expanse which contained her three babies, Stacey noticed the anomaly even before Katie did. At first it just felt like indigestion; a little rumbling of her belly indicating it was time for another of her numerous mid-day snacks. But gradually, the quakes beneath the surface of her massive womb grew more intense.
Both girls were frightened, but since Katie didn’t feel any pain, they didn’t figure there was any major cause for alarm. She did, however, begin to experience fatigue. Though she was just laying there naked, it felt as if she were in the middle of some strenuous physical activity (like, say, walking). As she huffed and puffed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, she feared that she was entering dangerously early labor. Quite the contrary, her stomach began to surge outwards. Her skin stretched even tighter, becoming as taught as a drum, and still expanding. Her belly grew full inches in a matter of seconds. Just when she feared she would pop, the growing stopped. Katie and Stacey just sat there for several minutes, staring at the new growth which they had just witnessed. Eventually, Stacey broke the silence, “Your skin must be killing you. I’ll get the lotion.” And with that, she began to rub soothing lotion into Katie’s taxed belly flesh.

Chapter 9
“Handmaidens, help me into my specially-made, over-sized maternity dress,” came a sensual, needy voice, which began the greatest preggo video of all time. The camera panned out from a close-up of slightly discolored flesh; a belly button stretched out to oblivion. The camera continued to pull out, eventually revealing a massive globe of pregnancy, topped by two huge, painfully firm breasts and the cutest chubby little face wearing a look of absolute helplessness as a pair of curvalicious blond supermodels brought forth what at first appeared to be a florally patterned parachute. The viewer quickly realized that this massive collection of fabric was a the only garment that would provide modesty to the massively swollen mother-to-be. Once dressed, Betty Boobs was helped to her feet by her very willing, very sensual servants. Two would take her hands in theirs and hoist, while two more grabbed and lifted hearty armfuls of Betty’s posterior. Stacey stood in a catcher’s position, preparing to catch the avalanche of woman that was about to come rolling off the bed. She leaned in as a counter-weight to Katie’s amazing momentum, and helped the amazingly pregnant woman achieve verticality.
Once she was up and dressed, three of the models would help hold up her obscenely protruding stomach, while Betty draped one arm over Stacey and her other arm over the fourth handmaiden. For many women, being trapped in this cumbersome state would have been a laborious chore, but Betty Boobs thoroughly enjoyed every second of it, constantly reveling in her own massive size. As huge as she was, her flesh still maintained its firmness and the healthy glow of youth. She moved about with the grace of a model crossed with that of an Oldsmobile.
This particular video featured shots of Betty on her hands and knees, crawling along the ground with her belly brushing the ground. The absurdity of her hugeness was magnified by this unique angle, as it became apparent that she was truly a woman dominated by pregnancy. After a little playing around, the handmaidens helped her walk outside to a lounge chair in her back yard, where she spent several minutes laying in the sun enjoying a soothing massage from ten eager hands until her massive bulk threatened to cause the feeble chair to collapse. She was then gingerly helped over to the steps of her in-ground pool. She first tested the water with a single, pedicured, chubby toe, followed by a firm, swollen calf. As her bulky form was gently eased into the lukewarm water, the long-lost feeling of buoyancy sent a wave of pleasure from her head to her toes (pausing to linger on some key areas in between). As she bobbed about in the water like a buoy, enjoying the leisurely swim, her employer and the father of the babies in her womb appeared at the side of the pool in his bathing suit holding a contract. “I believe you remember the ‘special perks’ inherent in our little deal?” he mused.
Jim dove into the water, accompanied by his loving wife, Stacey. The two began to rub the flanks of the fleshy iceberg under the water. The innocent belly rubbing soon spread to more sensitive areas. Once Betty Boobs’ sexual heat had been brought to a suitable boil, Jim slid under the water, dropped his swim trunks, and penetrated her deeply. While Jim skewered Betty’s hot, needy pussy from the slightly awkward position mandated by her girth, Stacey kissed her passionately on the lips and fondled her large, slippery breasts. As breast milk tainted the pool water and the genital friction heated it, all three rose to a fiery passionate boil. Jim finally exploded, emptying his load into the horny pregnant buoy. After the three-way climax, they just floated there for a while in a hot embrace. Finally, Jim and Stacey helped Betty Boobs out of the pool and began to towel her massive form off.
What would become known infamously as simply “The Pool Video” was the single most popular pregnant movie ever created. Distributed from Betty’s web site, the full-length mpeg quickly made its way across the internet’s numerous hubs and message boards and became a standard in every preggo-lover’s repertoire, disappointing if only because whoever saw it could never be impressed by another pregnant sex video again. Those who opted to purchase the DVD were also treated to an extra picture set and an actual ripped maternity garment, of which Betty Boobs had more than she knew what to do with. A number of fans actually e-mailed Betty to scold the web mistress for allegedly morphing her images. She took particular delight in these reprimands, partially because of their absurdity, and partially because they were almost credible.

Chapter 10
By 9 months pregnant, it took six handmaidens to help her rise to a standing position and walk. Two would grab generous armloads of flesh on one side of her belly while two others would hoist the other side. The remaining two women, the strongest of the six, would stand at either side while Katie put one of her arms around each of their necks and supported herself on their shoulders. Even with this elaborate entourage, she could only walk for a few minutes at a time until she had to stop and rest. Her fatigued legs were amazingly firm, if not still a bit plump from all the strenuous walking. Her weight was well in excess of 300 lbs and her custom-made maternity outfits looked like a parody of fashion… that is, until she put them on. Then “tight” would be a better word to describe them. Her favorite was a pair of daisy duke jean shorts, very generously cut around the rear end with an absurdly huge maternity stretch panel that still slid down the ample curve of her belly in defeat. This was topped off with an XXL mens’ white undershirt, the soft cotton of which cradled her huge, often aching breasts. She tucked the bottom of her shirt into the large gap of flesh between her breasts and tummy, and wore it as a sports bra. Dressed thusly, she was a satire of redneck fashion. Waddling about her palatial home decked out like a gigantic trailer trash mama, she felt sexier than she ever thought possible.
Despite Katie’s positive outlook regarding the weight gain, her doctors were beginning to worry that she was putting on far too much weight. However, as she saw it, there was no turning back at this point so she might as well go all out and was eating more than ever! Jim encouraged Katie’s healthy growth for the sake of his children as well as his own perverse interest. Also, as an entrepreneur, he knew what was good for business. The folks joining the members section of her website were paying for a big, plump pregger, and Jim was determined to give them a prize heifer. He kept a steady supply of whatever foods Katie craved, from dark chocolate to beef jerky coming to her door. Stacey was constantly applying renourishing cream to the heavily taxed skin on Katie’s belly and as a result stretch marks had been kept to as much of a minimum as anyone might have hoped given the circumstances, though even cosmetic science has its limitations. Light patches of faded grey gently criss-crossed over the globular sphere of Katie’s uterus, indicative of her recent growth.
Despite being immensely encumbered by her own body, Katie never lost her spunky demeanor. To the contrary, her limited mobility seemed to have bottled up her natural energy and she was perkier than ever. She felt like a pumpkin or a pig being fattened up for the state fair, and she reveled in it. Her photo shoots often incorporated sex toys, and she loved doing shoots of herself struggling to do simple tasks such as fitting into an armchair, getting in and out of her car, and just maneuvering her massive form around her home. Though the handmaidens were at her beckon call, Katie’s size eventually began to dissuade her from excessive moving about. It was becoming more and more difficult as she grew, so she found herself spending more time in bed. Her doctors encouraged this idea, as they did not want to see the young mother strain herself unnecessarily, however, this lack of activity only encouraged her weight gain.
Stacey was around more than ever during the ninth month and was spending more nights in Katie’s bed than in Jim’s. She just couldn’t tear herself away from the huge belly in which her children were growing. Though there was not much room in the king-sized bed for a second person, they were not afraid to get close, and the sensual massages often helped ease an uncomfortable Katie to sleep. During her waking hours, she took to spending her time confined to bed writing fictional pregnancy-related stories. She wrote erotic tales of woman becoming grossly inflated by pregnancy and being made love to vigorously by their men (and tenderly by their women). This new passion contributed generously to the content of her world-famous website. The stories were so hot that she rarely wrote more than a paragraph at a time, as she frequently had to take breaks to release her sexual tension by pleasuring herself. The sexual prose complimented the amazing photographs until one day the gentle kicking in her belly became stronger and stronger and resulted in a final trip to the hospital…

Epilogue:
After carrying her triplets four days past term (the three had more than enough room to grow inside her), Katie finally gave birth to two girls and a boy, the smallest of them weighing in at 10 lbs, 4 oz. Jim and Stacey were ecstatic to meet the babies they had always dreamed of and which they had finally received. Even after the delivery, she was just under 250 lbs, which meant a net gain of close to 100 lbs, but she didn’t mind at all. Katie admired her surrogate children with pride and embraced her new pear-shaped maternal form. She had been offered a full-time job as their nanny, so that she could remain involved with the children she had carried for 9 months. As much as she wanted to be a part of their lives, Katie had bigger dreams. She had been struck with two new passions: pregnancy and entrepreneurialism.
Within a few months, she had used the money she earned from the pregnancy to start an agency for surrogate mothers. She was doing a good deed connecting couples who wanted children with women who wanted to bear them and making a tidy profit at the same time. Jim was more than happy to help out with the business end. Katie was, of course, her own best employee specializing in carrying large litters of multiples and was rarely ever not pregnant.

To be continued?

Bellykid23
That it, thanks a lot
bloatedbelly1
I believe there was a sequel to this story, where the woman starts a surrogacy agency. Does anyone happen to have this?
Liked by Marvolo (Mar 12, 2019)
Bellyfan27
Wait I wrote this? lol
Alexa, play New Drank by LUCKI
Liked by Marvolo (Mar 12, 2019)
Nuon
Anyone got the sequel? I've been looking for The Deal 2 everywhere and never found it after i forgot where i last saw it
pooky164
The Deal II: The Agency
by bellyfan

By far my longest story ever. I'm pretty proud of the way this one turned out, hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated.

Lisa strolled into the main lobby of the large office building down town and gave the receptionist a business card that read "Kathleen Johnson, President. Mommy For Hire, Inc." He instructed her towards the elevator and told her to go to the ninth floor and turn left. She did as she was told, although she was still not entirely certain why she was there. She had confided a personal dilemma to her close friend, Stacey Martini, and Stacey had assured her that this would be her answer.
On her ascent to the ninth floor, a man in a suit bound for the 34th was quite obviously checking her out. She was fairly used to this kind of attention, given the fact that she had always been a very attractive girl. In her early twenties, she was blessed with long, flowing blond hair that managed to stay straight right until the end when it curled inwards only slightly. She had a gorgeous face with blue eyes set against porcelain white skin which could have belonged to some Norse goddess. Her long legs led to full, healthy hips and a curiously flat belly. She had always thought that having wide hips and a belly like an ironing board made her look odd, but the boys never seemed to complain. Though perhaps they were simply captivated by her breasts. Lisa sported a couple of c-cups which, although they weren't exactly huge, were incredibly perky and seemed to defy gravity. When the gentleman saw her get off on the ninth floor, he gave her a sly smile and said, "You're gonna do great."
Lisa wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but assumed it was some lame pick-up line. She turned left and sure enough found an office labeled "Mommy For Hire, Inc." She was immediately buzzed in and after a brief wait was sent into the office of the next available interviewer, who just so happened to be the company's president. Lisa entered Ms. Johnson's office and saw a very beautiful brunette sitting behind a large oak desk. "Hello!" Katie greeted her, cheerfully.
"Oh, please don't get up," Lisa responded when she saw the businesswoman shift as though she were about to stand.
"Thanks, you can't imagine how much I appreciate it." Before Lisa could figure out what Katie had meant, she got close enough to the desk to see what was behind it. The handsome executive with the double-d cup breasts was immensely pregnant! Lisa was no OB-GYN, but she assumed that this woman must clearly be carrying multiples. She looked like that woman on the news who had given birth to sextuplets or some ungodly litter of babies. Seated in a very comfortable looking, very wide chair, it was clear that rising to stand must truly be difficult for her. Before she could even begin to wonder where this woman had found such a sharp-looking pin-striped pantsuit in her amazing size, Katie interrupted her. "It seems my friend Stacey didn't quite explain to you what we're all about here at Mommy For Hire, Inc."

* * * * *
"Let me start you off with a little bit of our family history," the extremely pregnant president began, absent-mindedly stroking the massive expanse of her abdomen, "About three years ago, I carried the triplets of a very wealthy couple who were having difficulty conceiving. I found the experience to be so rewarding that I decided to open an agency where young women who are willing and eager to use the childbearing skills that God gave them can meet up with less fortunate couples who need these services. The biological parents hire us and we ensure that the surrogate is kept very comfortable and compensated appropriately. We also subsist on large charitable donations. As you can plainly see, 'I'm not only the president, I'm their best customer.' There are four little buns in this oven that are due up in a five weeks, and although I'll be happy to have them out of me, I find childbearing, especially for someone who can't have on their own, to be the most gratifying experience in the world. Now, why don't you explain to me why Stacey sent you here."
It was a delicate situation, and Lisa was at first hesitant to open up to a complete stranger, but something about Katie was just very comforting. The maternal glow of this woman constantly with child put her at ease, and Lisa was soon laying it all on the table. It turns out that her older sister, Jaime, had recently become pregnant for the second time. This was not a problem in and of itself, but it just so happened that Jaime was a complete and total bitch. The last time she was knocked up, she spent the entire nine months strutting around in ridiculously tight outfits, soaking up the attention from the whole family, and making Lisa feel inferior and somehow less feminine because she was not pregnant. To make matters worse, Lisa had noticed, though never mentioned to anyone, that her long-term boyfriend, Jeff, was pretty obviously attracted to pregnant women. She had seen him ogling their ripe, round forms at the mall, and when Jaime was pregnant the first time, she would intentionally rub her belly against Jeff and innocently ask if he wanted to feel the baby kick at every possible moment, which he certainly always did. The whole ordeal left her feeling useless and unsexy, and she had no doubt that she was in for another nine more months of sheer torture.
After consoling the girl and explaining the insemination process, Katie gave her some literature and instructed her on how to schedule an appointment if she was interested. Lisa drove home, her mind awash with thoughts and questions. Is this really the right thing to do? How much will it hurt to give birth? Will I be able to give the baby up? Will Jeff really find me sexy with a huge belly? She decided to sleep on it and make a decision in the morning.

* * * * *
"Is something wrong, baby?" Jeff asked. He had gotten home early from work to cook for his girlfriend, but Lisa had been conspicuously quiet all week. Little did he know, she had very good reason to be pensive. Earlier that week, she had undergone artificial insemination. Five fertilized eggs belonging to a couple from upstate had been placed in her uterus, and in a few days, she would learn if any of them had taken to the new environment.
"I'm fine, sweetheart, everything is great," she responded meekly. Jeff was hardly convinced by this, but he had learned that when a woman is feeling moody and it's probably not his fault, the best course of action is generally to steer clear for a while. For her part, Lisa had been unable to concentrate on just about anything other than whether or not she had been successfully impregnated. Artificial insemination was a costly procedure, and the agency could not afford to attempt multiple times on the same girl. She wanted so badly to be pregnant so that she could finally show up her bitchy pig of a sister and give her boyfriend everything that he wanted. Every night, she had dreams of being heavily swollen with child, struggling to waddle about, unable to find adequate maternity clothing to cover her huge body, and becoming even bigger than the woman behind the desk. All the while, Jeff would be eagerly fucking away at her bloated body, massaging her engorged breasts, and sensually rubbing lotion all over the taxed skin of her belly. Unfortunately, these were just dreams, and she would have to wait until her doctor appointment to know for sure if her dreams would ever come true. Life passed her by in a daze, and before she knew it, she was at the doctor's office awaiting the test results.
"Congratulations, mommy," the doctor announced as she returned to the office with the positive test results. Lisa was so thrilled, she jumped off the examining table and gave the OB a huge hug. She was absolutely elated to be able to experience motherhood and give the couple upstate a baby. She did some math in her head on the way home. She wasn't positive, but she was fairly certain that she was one month behind Jaime. She couldn't help but stop off at the maternity store on the way home and do a little celebratory shopping. She picked up some comfy looking jeans with big, stretchy panels in the front, impossibly big t-shirts, and a couple snappy-looking blouses for work. She made it her goal to out-grow of those before this was all over. Lisa wanted to be the biggest, fattest, preggo that ever waddled, but she decided to keep it a secret from everyone as long as circumstances would allow.

* * * * *
Four months had passed since the happy news, and morning sickness had been fortunately mild. Although Jaime had taken every opportunity to display her budding belly, strutting around at family gatherings and giving poor Jeff the rev-up of his life, Lisa had successfully managed to keep her pregnancy a secret from everyone. Clearly, the days that she could keep up this charade were numbered, as the most obvious symptom of pregnancy began to take effect.
"Jeeeeeeff, does this make me look fat, honey?" Lisa stepped out of the bathroom in a cocktail dress that had never been loose on her to begin with. The solid red fabric further pronounced her hips which required no additional accentuation, and the slight curve of her four-month pregnant belly was plainly on display.
"Of course not, you're beautiful," her boyfriend responded automatically.
"No, you're lying. I do look fat! Oh my God, look at this gut and this huge ass of mine! How can you bare to be seen with me in public?" Lisa had chosen this day to reveal her little secret, but first she was going to have some fun with him. She turned on the fake tears that she had used to get her way many times in the past and began to lament her situation. She ripped off the dress and stared at her pudgy form in the mirror. Clad in a pair of brief-style panties and one of her gradually shrinking c-cup bras, it was obvious that she had put on at least ten pounds in the past several months. The panties were pushed down slightly by an emerging pot belly, and her bra was much fuller than it had ever been, the clasps set to the widest setting as opposed to the middle clasp she had normally used. When she did a 360, it was clear that her ass had begun to widen out along with her hips. Her 'curvy behind' was becoming a bona fide 'ghetto booty.'
"No, baby, you're crazy. You look gorgeous." Jeff reassured. Although he was responding the way he always did when she went on the "I'm too fat" rant, he noticed that she was, undeniably, putting on a significant amount of weight, equitable to about what one would expect from Holiday pounds, even though it was only March.
"No, no, no, I've definitely put on weight. Oh God, I look like I'm fucking pregnant," she went on, "I guess that must mean... I am pregnant."
"Don't joke about that, you know you're on the pill. Trust me, I keep track of that kind of thing."
"Nope, I really really feel pregnant," she strutted over to Jeff and rubbed her slightly convex belly against his hips. "Yeah, I must be about... oh, four months along!"
"Are you serious?!?!" he shouted, "And you're telling me this NOW????"
"Don't worry slugger, it's not yours," she said with a wry smile. Before he well and truly lost it, she added, "but I'd never cheat on you. Maybe I should explain." She told him the whole story: her sister, the agency, the insemination, the money. "So, what do you think? Is all this weirding you out?"
"Not at all," he answered, "You have to do what makes you happy, and I'm going to do everything I can to help you through this."

* * * * *
It was five months since Lisa had been successfully "preggofied," as she had taken to calling it, and Jeff was taking her to the doctor's office for her regular check-up. He had fallen into the role of surrogate father with great ease. He was thrilled that he would get to have a pregnant girlfriend for nine months without having any children just yet. Lisa had already put on about twenty pounds and she carried it amazingly. She was every bit of five months pregnant, and many of her co-workers mistook her for six or seven months along. She reveled in the attention and took utter delight in her size as she grew. Every new inch around her waist was a little celebration, and she and Jeff couldn't wait for her to get even bigger.
This was an especially exciting trip to the doctor's office, since she would be getting her first ultra-sound and finally get to see the little life inside her belly. She sat up on the examining table and unbuttoned the dress shirt she had stolen from Jeff's closet. The doctor gently rubbed the gel across the expanse of Lisa's pudgy, perfectly unmarked belly flesh. She had spent the better part of the past five months touching and caressing her midsection, but for some reason, the hands of a third party felt exceptionally good on her growing abdomen. "Well," said the doctor, "it looks like your babies are in perfect health. If anything, they're a little big for five months."
"Excuse me," Lisa was shocked out of trance, "babies? As in, plural?"
"Of course," the OB responded, "Remember at your last appointment I talked about how both of the heartbeats sounded very strong?"
"You meant both BABIES? I thought you meant mine and my singular baby's heartbeats!"
"OK, well now I'm telling you officially: you are, undoubtedly, pregnant with twins. You should probably notify the biological parents. I'm sure this is the kind of information they would like to have at their disposal." After the examination was over, Lisa hopped off the table and into Jeff's arms where she was greeted with a warm, comforting hug.
"Take me home, daddy," she said in her neediest voice.
"Whatever you like, mommy." He helped her to the car, drove her home, and showed her physically just how comfortable he was with the surrogate pregnancy.

* * * * *
Easter had finally rolled around, and since they had spent Christmas with Jeff's family, the happy young couple was off to Lisa's parents' house for the holiday. Her family still didn't know about the surrogate pregnancy, and she was intentionally keeping it a surprise. Lisa knew her six month pregnant sister would be there, showing off her growing belly, and just being bitchy and demeaning to her younger sibling. In preparation, she had begun "cramming" in the weeks leading up to the big party. She had taken to over-indulging in even the slightest craving. If she saw a commercial for ice cream on TV, she would send Jeff out for a half gallon. If the drop-out working at Subway forgot to put a pickle on her sandwich, she would purchase and consume a whole jar on the ride home. This gorging had had a significant impact on Lisa's tummy, and she could easily be mistaken for six or seven months pregnant even though she was only five months along.
Morning sickness and extended deliberations regarding what outfit would make her look the hugest resulted in Lisa and Jeff rolling up to her parents' house an hour late (as opposed to the usual half hour). They walked through the door, Lisa sticking her belly out for all to see hoping to shock everyone, but it was she who was stunned by a surprising pregnancy. There was Jaime, in all her glory, spread out on the couch, taking up enough room for about a person in a half. She was absolutely massive! Even though she was only six months along, she looked like she was ready to drop a baby any minute. Lisa's parents ran up and gave their youngest daughter a big hug. "When were you planning on telling us about this?!" was all her mother could sputter out. Lisa explained the surrogate pregnancy and took a seat on the L-shaped couch so that she could get a good look at her elder sister.
"Damn, and I thought I was big. How far along did you say you were?" Lisa enquired.
"Well, I'm only six months pregnant, but I sprained my ankle in my third month and I had to stay off my feet. After that point, I just kind of blew up. A girl also tends to get a little bigger when she's carrying twins," Jaime said, putting special emphasis on 'twins.'
"Oh, you too?" Lisa responded.
"Yep, Frank and I just can't wait to have double the joy in our lives. And just between us girls, he doesn't exactly mind the double bun in the oven. Plus, pregnancy puts my libido into overdrive, and I just can't get enough. Hell, you better keep your boy Jeff away from me or who knows what might happen?" She said with an arrogant smile.
"I don't know, sis, I've managed to keep Jeff pretty happy. I'm only five months along right now, and he seems to be enjoying the ride. And I feel absolutely wonderful being able to help a sterile couple have the babies they've always wanted. Though you wouldn't know much about making other people feel good, would you?"
"Girls, girls!" Jeff interrupted. As sexy as a pregnant cat-fight would have been if either girl could have stood up without help, he hated it when the two sisters fought. "There's one thing you can both be happy about: dinner's ready."
Both expectant mothers were helped by their respective mates to the dinner table. Chairs pulled out, large behinds guided towards them, and a significant effort required to push the chairs in as far as their bellies would allow. What ensued was an eating contest worthy of a Fox special. Each girl started with a large plate of turkey, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Lisa and Jaime immediately dug into their food, the others at the table afraid to get too close for fear of losing a limb. They both went straight for the meat, Jaime finishing first and, giving Frank her trademark puppy-dog eyes, asked him to go get her another plate... so that she wouldn't have to strain her ankle to keep their babies well nourished. Lisa finished shortly after and, tugging at Jeff's sleeve, moaned that the babies were still so very hungry. He returned from the kitchen with a heaping plate of turkey, covered in gravy. By the end of Jaime's third plate, she had to pull down the stretch panel on her maternity jeans to accommodate her inflated belly. At this point, she decided to put down the fork, at least until desert. Lisa, on the other hand, was still 'in the zone' well into her fourth plate. She stopped eating around her fifth, only because everyone was beginning to stare. She left a little bit on the plate for show even though her mouth was still watering. When she stood to be excused to the bathroom for a much needed pit-stop, it became apparent just how tight her maternity dress had become
Lisa and Jaime's mother was less than amused by the sight at dinner and left the table muttering something about how women used to show some restraint when they were expecting. The mothers-to-be returned to big, comfortable couch, which was much more accommodating for their enlarged rear ends than the unforgiving dining room chairs had been. Lisa was relieved to spread out her cellulite-loaded behind on the soft cushion and propped a throw pillow behind her back. When Jaime sat down, her belly pushed her blouse up. With the stretch panel of her maternity jeans down from dinner, this left a wide crescent of flesh plainly visible. Fully aware of the sentiments of the gentlemen in the room regarding women of the pregnant persuasion, she was not especially compelled to fix her inadequate outfit. Quite the contrary, she began to moan and coo "Ooh, the baby is starting to kick! Jeff, honey, do you want to feel?" This put Jeff on the spot. As much as he lusted for Jaime's pregnant form, he was afraid of offending his very hormonal girlfriend. He gave her an inquisitive glance to see if he had her permission, and she responded with a look that said, Go ahead and feel my sister up. I'm so big I could use the extra room on the bed with you on the couch tonight. "Um, no thanks Jaim, I'm fine here," he managed to get out as he began to rub his own girlfriend's nearly-as-large belly.
"That's ok, I got ya babe," Frank responded. Jaime, of course, welcomed her husband's touch, but she didn't care to be one-upped by her little sister (a name she had used several times at dinner, each time putting an especially derisive emphasis on "little"). With Easter dinner over, the parents ready for bed, and fatigue setting in with the pregnant women, it was almost time to leave. Jaime decided to accept defeat in this battle, but swore victory in the war would be hers. She would become so large with her twins that no man would be able to see any other woman. She certainly had no intention of being eclipsed by her baby sister! Lisa had known Jaime for 23 years, and she knew the score. She could tell what her sister's game was and was determined to beat her at it.
Lisa spent the entire car ride home screaming about what a bitch Jaime had been and how she was not going to be pushed around by her fat-ass of a sister. She promised Jeff that she would grow even bigger than Jaime, and her boyfriend saw no problem with this. Lisa was so wrapped up in her rant that she didn't even notice that they had passed through the McDonald's drive-thru until she was handed a big bag of steaming-hot, greasy fries. "Well, if you're really serious, you better get started now."
"But we just had that huge dinner, I'm not... wow, ya know what, actually I am pretty hungry. That's weird."

* * * * *
It did seem weird in the car, but soon her nearly insatiable appetite became a fact of life for the expectant mother. In only her sixth month, she found she could no longer control herself. She just assumed that through her initial attempts to gorge before Easter, especially with her affinity for midnight snacks, her body had simply adjusted to eating like a pig. Now she found that not only was she eating more and more, but that she was actually craving more and more. This, of course, resulted in an unexpectedly speedy weight gain.
Today she found herself sitting at home watching Maury as she did nearly every day now that she was on maternity leave. Since she would not have to spend much time at home after the babies came, she figured she would spend the majority of her pregnancy on leave. This lack of movement further contributed to her monumental increase in girth. In only her sixth month, she had already put on 30 lbs, and it showed. Although at this point, her belly was still soft and slightly flabby. The added weight was not completely centralized in her belly; her butt had begun to widen out, her breasts had filled in significantly, and her thighs and upper arms began to resemble overstuffed sausages. Of course, her belly was still the centerpiece of this glorious new figure. Though it was still soft with a deep belly button now, she knew it would not remain that way for long. Every day her belly was a little bit more firm as her unborn children began to take up more space inside of her womb.
Lounging on the couch with her shirt rolled up and her pants rolled down, her milky white belly flesh gradually collected smears of chocolate as she alternated between eating Hershey's miniatures and rubbing her massive girth. She knew that she was getting big ahead of schedule, even for a mother with twins, but her uncle was throwing a start-of-summer barbeque in three months, and her sister would be there. After the "Battle of Easter Dinner" (as Jeff had come to call it), Jaime would surely have her A-game on and attempt to put her little sister in her place. By this point, Lisa would be about 8 months pregnant, and Jaime would be near full term. Their uncle was opening the swimming pool that weekend, which would surely bring about an opportunity for a belly show-off.
Of course, Lisa had other things on her mind today. She was going back to Mommy For Hire to fill in her agent, Katie Johnson, on how things were going. It was a simple 6.5 month check-in to ensure that everything was going smoothly, but she would also be meeting the parents of her unborn children for the first time ever. She had been especially nervous about this, worrying about whether they would approve of the woman who was carrying their babies and how they would treat her. Understandably, it was an odd social situation.

* * * * *
Lisa pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the office building that housed Mommy For Hire, Inc. and parked her little sports car in one of the expectant mother parking spaces that the company had so graciously provided. She then took note of just how little her sports car had become. It was starting to become awkward maneuvering her larger body around the wheel and propelling it up and out of the car, an inconvenience that most of her pregnancy books had said she wouldn't really experience until the last few weeks.
Pregnancy hormones were mixing with an understandable apprehension about meeting the parents of her surrogate children, and Lisa was so distracted that she didn't even notice her agent and literally ran into Katie in the lobby, her protruding belly almost knocking her fellow pregger off her feet. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you there!" Lisa shouted in embarrassment.
"It's ok, I know exactly what it's like. Past the 4 or 5 month mark, you start to lose track of exactly how far out you really go. And my, my, it looks like you have certainly haven't been starving your twins, have you?" Katie responded, eyeing her client up and down, causing Lisa to blush modestly, as she swayed her protruding belly side to side.
Lisa, in turn, took a good look at Katie and didn't quite know what to make of what she saw. When last they met, the agency's president had been nearly 8 months pregnant with quadruplets. Now, she looked like she was still pregnant, though far less so. From the waist down, she had the look of a woman in the post-partum stage; still decked out in maternity khakis, her broad hips, her full, widened rear end, and her plump thighs were prominently displayed as the tan fabric struggled to hold it all in. However, she still had a belly about the size of an NBA basketball which was more than massive enough to fill in the belly stretch panel. At this point though, her belly was not yet the dominant feature on her large body. Katie's frame had clearly been crafted for childbearing, and it looked like she could easily support a much bigger tummy. Lisa could not help but inquire as to exactly what her reproductive status was.
"Oh, I delivered my quads about a month and a half after our first meeting, and as soon as I could, I got myself knocked up again. This time I'm carrying twins for one couple and triplets for another," she said, placing one hand on one side of her belly and the other hand on another side, as though she knew exactly where each baby was. "I've gotten so used to carrying multiples, why not bear for two sets of parents at once? They'll use a blood test in the delivery room to figure out who's babies are who's, but for now I'm just happy to be able to carry so much life in me at once!" With that last sentence, Lisa could tell that the nearly five month pregnant Katie genuinely loved the experience of being pregnant as much as she herself had come to enjoy it, which is why her vocational choice made so much sense. "So," Katie began as they made their way up to the office, "It looks like you're certainly enjoying childbearing as well... to the fullest."
Lisa blushed once again at that comment, and explained the competition with her sister, but then went on to try and convey just how much she had fallen in love with her belly and all the bodily changes that have come along with pregnancy: the cravings, the breast sensitivity, the huge belly, and the everyday struggles to do once simple tasks. All the while, she felt a bond with the babies in her womb, and while she felt it would be difficult to ultimately give them up, she knew she was doing the right thing for a less fortunate couple. Katie knew exactly what she was talking about and suggested they get together later that week. However, now it was time to meet the father and mother of Lisa's unborn children.
"Are these our babies??" The redhead exclaimed as soon as Lisa entered the room. She immediately rushed up to Lisa, nearly upsetting her delicate balance, and began feeling her belly. Lisa typically didn't care for strangers touching her tummy without permission, but this woman had a right to. She was a fairly attractive girl, much younger than Lisa had expected. Accompanied by her husband, they seemed like a very happy couple and were as grateful as could be for Lisa's services.
"Yes, I'm working on them as fast as I can!" Lisa joked.
"Is there anything we can do for you? Anything at all? Please, just say it." The young woman went on, "I'm so sorry, how rude, my name is Kristen, and this is John."
"Well, I'm actually a little hungry..." Lisa said timidly. Before she could finish, they were out the door on their way to lunch.

* * * * *
It was a week after her return to Mommy For Hire, and Lisa was meeting with Katie for lunch. "So, you're really competitive with your sister," Katie said between bites of her Big Mac. They hadn't gotten lunch yet. She just showed up with it.
"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but it's always been that way. She's just such a bitch about every little thing. Last time she was pregnant, she paraded around with her belly sticking out like she invented human reproduction. Well, this is one contest where I know I can put her in her place."
"Well, if you're going to really show her up, we should get going!" Their first stop was Wendy's: home of the super value menu! The sheer quantity of food that the dollar menu allows one to purchase, combined with the caloric content of said food made it the perfect place to get in shape, assuming the desired shape is 'round.' The smell of fatty foods frying in grease was positively intoxicating for the pregnant women, and Lisa swore she could smell it from three blocks away.
Lisa took her seat first, forced to sit up very straight to create enough room for her belly in the tiny booth. Even still, the edge of the table still pressed firmly into the end of her belly as she gazed past her expanse to the three double cheeseburgers, two large fries, chocolate shake, and the seemingly out of place side salad in front of her. Katie was right behind her, carrying a similarly loaded tray of fatty foods. She took her time gingerly lowering herself into the booth. However, she managed to do it with a surprising amount of grace. Being constantly pregnant, she was much more used to wielding a large belly than most pregnant women and carried herself like a pro. "Whoo," she exhaled when she finally made it into her seat, "You'd think with all the obese people who eat here, they'd have some bigger booths!"
Both preggers dug greedily into their feasts, talking between bites about the big competition between Lisa and Jaime. The topic eventually shifted to Jeff and his relationship with Lisa; the live-in situation, the pregnancy fetish, and how Lisa was thinking of making this whole surrogate thing a profession to keep both of them happy. "I know a lot of guys don't appreciate the ripe figure of a pregnant woman," Lisa mused, "but the guys who like it absolutely LOVE it. Your man must love preggers too, if you can keep doing this and get away with it." At this comment, Katie stopped shoving food into her mouth for the first time since they sat down and just blushed a little. Lisa realized she must have hit a sensitive spot, and immediately began apologizing like crazy.
"It's ok," Katie said, "You didn't know. The truth of it is, before I started this agency thing, I was an amateur porn st-I mean, internet model. So, I've had tons of good lovers, but no real relationships. And these days, I tend to have a belly the size of a Volkswagen in front of me, so I haven't exactly been in a position to go cruising for guys."
Lisa felt horribly for broaching the obviously tender subject. She could tell that this was a major source of angst for Katie, and she felt a sisterly duty to help her fellow pregger out. "Hey, don't get down on yourself, there are tons of guys out there who would worship you like a sex goddess. The problem is, it's not considered 'normal,' so they tend to be shy about it. The good thing is, it's usually not tough to pick them out. I know since I've blown up, I have had guys staring at me wherever I go. One time, I even caught one trying not so stealthy to take some pictures of me, so I pulled my blouse up just enough to show a little belly and gave him something to remember me by! That's it, I'm taking you to the mall. Mainly so I can find a shirt that will button all the fucking way down and a sexy swim suit for this weekend, but also so I can show you what I'm talking about. "

* * * * *
The two preggers entered the mall single file, the doors too constricting for them to make it through abreast. Lisa took off at a hurried waddle, her excitement for clothes shopping bridled only by the sheer bulk of her cumbersome form. They eventually made it to a store with which Katie was especially familiar, Motherhood Maternity. It had been years since she shopped for clothes anywhere that didn't specialize in maternity wear. Lisa began browsing the racks with the larger sizes. Although maternity clothes are designed for a woman to still wear her pre-pregnancy size, that rule is typically suspended when a woman bears multiples, and it's absolutely shattered when she intentionally tries to see how much weight she can put on in nine months. Although an 8 was slightly loose on her before she was pregnant, she now found herself looking through the 12s and 14s for a blouse that fit just right. She picked out a couple shirts, a skirt that was much wider than it was long, and another pair of jeans with a big, stretchy panel. She held the stretch panel up to her ballooning belly, and figured that it was big enough to get her at least close to her delivery date, though she secretly hoped she would outgrow it by the end.
Now came the fun part: it was time to find the perfect bathing suit that would best show off her new figure. She decided to err on the side of simplicity and let her body speak for itself. She selected a black bikini, and insisted on trying it on. She went into the large changing room and set to work on changing outfits. She slid off her maternity khakis and pulled her cardigan sweater up over her head. As she rolled the shirt up over her belly, it temporarily caught her breasts, causing them to ride up and then flop down on top of the solid shelf of her belly. She made sure to hang her clothes up on the hooks provided, fearing they would fall to the floor and be lost forever. It took her a minute of sitting on the bench before she was able to hook the bottom of the bathing suit under one foot, pull it up a little bit, then get the other foot in. Next, she put on the top, which was considerably easier. She stretched the flexible material over her enormous chest and let it slide into place, taking her time to arrange her larger breasts until they fit just right. Then came the moment of truth. She emerged from the changing room, exaggerating her pregnant waddle into a very sexy strut, "So, Kate, what do you think?"
Katie was blown away. She had seen more than her share of pregnant women before, and had been massively pregnant many times herself, but wow. The top did an excellent job holding her engorged breasts up, making them look even more pert than normal. The bottom cradled her large ass, wrapped gently around her wide hips, and was almost invisible under her belly. And what a belly! Although at this point in her pregnancy, Lisa would have had a rough time hiding it, this swimsuit absolutely highlighted it. Her figure forced the fabric to bend around her curves so that it almost formed a circle around her protruding belly. She was easily 50 or 60 inches around, maybe more. Every way she turned, the girth of her pregnancy drew attention like a magnet. "Perfect," was all Katie had to say, "No one will be able to forget that you're pregnant for a second. Now, let's roll and see if your theory about preggo fans is true."

* * * * *
Lisa and Katie emerged from the maternity store and began their hunt, which proved to be even easier than Lisa had expected. The mall was fairly crowded, but not so packed that two massively pregnant women waddling up and down the shopping center didn't arouse a good amount of attention. They were turning plenty of heads, but the tough part was separating the looks of pure shock from the stares of admiration. Eventually, ankle soreness got the better of them, and the pair decided to rest for a minute. They sat down, their hips pressed together by the confining arm rests of a bench that was built to seat three people. While the heavily expectant mothers caught their breaths, Lisa caught a young man trying his best to look like he was dialing a lengthy phone number into his cell phone and not photographing the voluptuous ladies.
"Check it out," Lisa whispered to Katie.
"What's that?" Katie answered.
"That guy over there, 2 o'clock. Don't stare, or he'll get embarrassed and run away, and I don't think either of us is in a position to chase him down."
Katie took a quick glance, "He's cute! Kinda young, but I don't have a problem with that. Help me up." Lisa placed her hand at the small of Katie's back and gave her a little extra leverage to hoist her huge frame off of the bench. Once she was standing and fairly certain of her balance, Katie grasped Lisa's hands and helped her rise as well. The mystery man made sure to snap some pictures of this amazing sight. Lisa and Katie nonchalantly made their way over to where the young man was standing, and he nonchalantly started strolling away.
"Ok," Lisa whispered, "He doesn't want to get too close, but he's still looking to take some pictures of ladies like us. Betcha a Baskin Robbins sundae that he's heading for the food court. We'll catch him there!" Sure enough, the amateur photographer took a seat at a table next to the McDonalds and started snapping shots of another pregger who was waiting on line. This girl was nothing like the other two he had just seen, maybe 5 months along, and just barely showing. Still, this girl was attractive enough to merit breaking out the camera. She was young, probably a teenager, decked out in short shorts, a small, light blue tank top which exposed her protruding belly, and a pair of flip flops that showed off her sexy little painted toes. He was so enthralled with this new find that he didn't even notice Katie lumbering up behind him. That is, until he felt a warm, hard wall pressed up against the back of his head. He wheeled around, and found his face pressed up against Katie's gigantic belly.
Sparing any possible subtlety, Katie got right to the point, "So, you like pregnant bellies, do you?"
"Um, yes... ma'am."
"Can the ma'am bullshit. Mind if I sit down? My feet are killing me, not easy to stay on your feet for long when you're carrying quints."
"Uh... of course... Go ahead.... M-my name's Dan."
"Well, Dan, my name's Katie. I'm five months pregnant, as I said, with five big old babies, I'm single, and I haven't gotten laid in a long-ass time, and you seem like the kinda guy who would appreciate a girl like me."
"This is some kind of joke. Did my friends put you up to this? What's the deal?"
"No trick, no deal. Look, if I'm wasting my time, I'll take off. You interested or not?"
"HELL YES!" Dan responded, momentarily forgetting his inside voice, and then corrected himself, "I mean, of course. Let's go."
Lisa sat two tables away, keeping her distance, but hearing every word, and utterly shocked by her friend's bluntness and the effect it was having on her prey. Katie took off, her arm locked in Dan's. "Later Lis, thanks for all your help. I'll give you a ring tomorrow!" As the couple strode towards the door, Katie's huge ass swaying back and forth, almost hip-checking her new boy with every step, and Dan doing his best to walk with the hugest erection of his life, Lisa just sat in awe, her jaw still hanging open. A few minutes after they were gone, Lisa decided to fill her gaping mouth with some China Panda, and then headed home to Jeff.

* * * * *
Lisa cuddled up next to Jeff on the couch, his arm protectively laid around her shoulders, gently stroking her upper arm with his fingers and holding her in a powerful hug as they watched their favorite TV shows together. During commercials, Lisa filled him in on the exciting details of her day: lunch, shopping, and Katie's amazingly forward pick-up tactics. Though he had never met Lisa's agent and new friend, he was a devoted preggo lover, and found the story amazingly erotic. His excitement hardly escaped his girlfriend's notice, and she slowly, gently moved her hand down towards his crotch, where she found his member standing at attention.
"Hmm, what do you want?" She purred.
"That obvious?"
"Help your big old girlfriend and her twins up off this couch, and we'll see what we can do about that little problem in your pants."
"And if I don't help you up?" he teased.
"Then I'll be stuck here watching TV, and you won't get any," she responded flatly.
"Good enough for me," he grasped both her hands in his own and provided the leverage necessary for Lisa to push herself up, giving off a femininely restrained groan as she and her extra 40 lbs. rose to a standing position. She kept his hand, and nearly dragged Jeff to the bedroom. Jeff had to contain his laughter, watching his girlfriend who had become so huge with child struggling to hurry to their bed. She threw off her clothes in a matter of seconds, knowing that now she had a caring boyfriend to help pick them up later, and jumped into bed completely naked, Jeff right behind her.
Even before she was pregnant, Lisa had always loved it when Jeff took her from behind in the spoon position, but now it was becoming more and more of a necessity as her belly made anything else extremely difficult. She loved feeling his flat stomach and chest pressed into her back, his hands lovingly stroking her belly, and his dick pounding her wanting pussy. For his part, Jeff absolutely reveled in the feeling of Lisa's expanded ass bouncing against the top of his thighs while her feminine warmth massaged his erect cock. In this position, it was as if they were one. Jeff moved his expert hands from her belly to her hips, up and down her thighs, until they eventually found their way to her clit. He proceeded to massage her joy buzzer while his cock filled her baby hole. Lisa was in ecstasy as she came over and over, drenching the sheets in her juices. Finally, Jeff could stand no more and blew his load into her, sending Lisa into one final orgasm. After they had both cum, they laid there for a few moments, his cock slowly deflating, still inside her, as they both enjoyed a long, leisurely embrace. Eventually, Jeff got up to clean himself off, and when he returned to bed, his naked, heavily pregnant girlfriend was fast asleep. Disregarding his boxers on the floor, he got into bed next to her, resumed the spoon position, and was soon asleep as well (for a couple hours, that is, until someone had to make her first of many trips to the bathroom).

* * * * *
For his part, Dan's day had been a whirlwind. He had just stopped at the mall to pick up a CD for his brother's birthday and decided to use the opportunity to take some candids of local preggers for his growing collection. When he stopped to snap a few shots of the largest pair of pregnant babes he'd ever seen in his life, the last thought in his mind was that he would be in one of their cars on the way to her house to pleasure the expectant mother sexually. Katie didn't feel like she had to reveal too much information about herself to the stranger, and instead took the time in the car to ask some questions.
"So, you like preggos, do you?"
"That obvious?"
"Why do you take pictures?"
"Because I think pregnant women are the most beautiful creatures on this planet, and, well, it's a hobby of mine."
"Don't you suppose some women mind being photographed?"
"I never really thought about it. Anyway, the pictures are strictly for my personal use... I never share them with anybody."
"Do you think I mind being photographed?"
"Well, I'm in your car on the way to your house where certain activities were implied..."
"Good answer."
Soon enough, they arrived at Katie's house. Dan continued to look her up and down with his expert eye. He had seen a lot of pregnant women before in real life and even more in pictures, but he had never experienced anything like what was in store for him. Though she was five months along with quintuplets, she resembled a woman with twins in her final month or two of pregnancy. Her friend was much bigger and he wondered what happened to her, but he was with Katie now, so Katie was all that mattered.
They walked through the door, and she threw on the lights. "You want a drink? Something to help you loosen up? I have a big liquor cabinet that I suddenly have very little use for. Nothing too strong, cause I need you fully functional."
"Um, how bout a Coke and rum?"
Reaching up to the high cabinet, he saw her maternity blouse ride up on her belly, leaving a good section of her midriff fully exposed. She leaned in to grab a glass way in the back and had to press her large belly into the counter to reach it. Before he could offer to help, she poured the drink, slammed it down, and ordered him to down it quick. They then made their way into the bedroom, where she took pleasure in undressing him slowly. Katie threw her mate down on his back against the king sized bed, swiftly removed her own garments, and crawled in with him. Wasting no time, she got right to the point, "Ok, I'll assume you're a horny bastard and that I don't have much time til you blow your load, so before I give you what you want, you gotta earn it."
Dan couldn't argue with this, and before he knew it, she was awkwardly crawling up on top of him. However, instead of stopping to settle down on his aching crotch, she continued to make her way north. He saw the crest of her belly come closer and closer to his head, until it completely eclipsed his view, and he could no longer see her breasts, her face, the top of her head, or the ceiling. All he saw was the underside of her gravid, heavy belly, which brushed his nose until she finally came to a stop and found a good place to take a seat. Slowly, she lowered her bulk on to his face, his mouth pressed against her hot, wet, needy pussy. With all of her tremendous weight on him, Dan had no choice but to lick away. Fortunately, the boy knew his way around a clit, and was soon flicking at her sensitive spot with his tongue until the massive woman on top of him was thrashing wildly. He continued to lap intensely at her cunt until she had determined he had enough and started to get up, but at that moment, Dan grabbed her broad hips and pulled her back down on top of him. For a moment, Dan feared he would suffocate under her bulky flesh, but reconciled that that would be a pretty good way to go out. Katie was in absolute ecstasy, but Dan had his own desires that he needed filled, too. He let his new partner up, and she began to inch her way back across his body.
In her new position, Katie hovered above Dan's pulsating cock until she found just the right place, and then she let it drop. Over 200 lbs. of pregnant woman came crashing down on his erect penis which shot straight up her pussy, hitting places that had not been hit in some time. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Katie nearly lost it right there, but Dan was not about to let her go. He grabbed the sides of her gravid belly, which lay flat across his abdomen and extended far enough to cover his own belly button. He helped her rock gently back and forth, his stiff member slowly moving in and out of her needy opening. Katie reveled in the feeling of being so filled by a lover's manhood. Though she had been pregnant several times over the past few years, she had not been fucked in a long time, in fact, more men had passed out of her than into her over the past three years, but now things were different. Dan, who had never even felt a pregnant woman's belly without a shirt in the way, was in such a state of bliss that he nearly lost consciousness. He held out as long as he could for Katie's sake, but soon blew his load up into her. This was another sensation that Katie missed. She imagined that it was Dan getting her pregnant, and that his seed was filling her womb which, of course, was already quite full. After the explosion of sexual build-up, he helped Katie ease her bulk down on the bed beside him. There they fell asleep locked in each others arms. Before he passed out, Dan thought to himself, "Over breakfast tomorrow, I really need to get her last name."

* * * * *
Several weeks later, Katie was over Lisa's house for coffee, as had quickly become a Sunday tradition. At this point, Lisa was well into her 7th month of pregnancy, and Katie was just starting her 6th. However, Katie had already outgrown Lisa and was positively exploding outward. Katie's belly was just plain massive. It grew out in front of her as well as to the sides and was like a perfect sphere lodged in her abdomen, cradled gently by her humongous hips. Katie's body had really become the perfect child bearing vessel. She was very accustomed to giving birth by this point, so what many women found to be agonizing pain was little more than a slight inconvenience to her. When she wasn't pregnant (which, to be fair, was not very often), she maintained a very defined pear-shape. On the one hand, Katie saw it as a losing battle to try and slim down between pregnancies with multiples, and at the same time, she credited her comfortable confinements and easy deliveries with a body that had been perfectly shaped to do its feminine job.
Sitting on Lisa's couch with her bloated belly nearly reaching her knees and forcing her to keep her plump legs wide apart, it looked as though should would never be able to stand up under her own strength. Quite the contrary, Katie was able to rise with considerable ease compared to the massive, though comparatively svelte Lisa, who was far less accustomed to the excess weight of pregnancy. While Katie got up to retrieve more cookies from the kitchen, Lisa went on and on about how grateful she was for all that Mommy For Hire had done for her and how she couldn't thank her friend enough for this amazing opportunity.
"Are you kidding?" Katie responded, "I'm the one who should be thanking you! I never though I could land a man in my condition, but you talked me into going after Dan, and it turns out that on top of being a devoted lover of larger-than-life bellies and a machine in bed, he's a very loving boyfriend. We actually have a lot in common... besides the obvious interest," she added with a wry smile.
"Ya know, you and Dan should really come to my uncle's barbeque. There are always lots of family friends there, and usually I don't even know everybody. Besides, I think your new man might enjoy what promises to be a very interesting show," Lisa said as she sensually stroked her belly for emphasis.

* * * * *
A month later, the big day finally arrived, and Lisa was doing her best to get dressed on her own. She had come to enjoy the daily struggle of trying to wrap a pair of maternity slacks around her wider lower body and squeeze as much of her maternal girth as she could into the front stretch panel. She had actually invested in a pair of suspenders to wear under her shirt and keep the stretchy top of her pants from sliding down. Far from chique, it did get the job done and relieved her of the annoying embarrassment of having to constantly adjust her outfit. Once fully dressed, she proceeded to check herself out in the mirror and see how she was coming along. "Jeff, honey, these pants are getting tight already!" she announced out to the living room where her boyfriend was patiently waiting for her to finish the lengthy process of preparing to leave. She was right; at seven months pregnant, she was outgrowing her maternity clothes.
"Well, a bit late for that now, I guess you'll just have to make do with that today until we can get you something that fits. I'll call Seaworld to see if they have anything in 'Killer Whale' size." Jeff just managed to duck before the nearest hair brush was launched at his head. Lisa knew that he was joking, but she often worried that she would eventually become too big for him and lose his interest. Her size had already begun to limit the things they could do in bed, though Jeff never complained. Quite the contrary, she found him dragging her into bed more often and recovering quicker as she expanded. As much as Jeff loved his girlfriend's pregnant form and reveled in every new inch added to her waist, he was beginning to worry for her health and safety. At only seven months pregnant, she was already having a hard time moving around. She looked like she was nearly full term with triplets, when there were only two babies in her belly, and they had at least another two months to go in there! Her doctor had scolded her for hitting the pickles and ice cream too hard early on, but as long as he didn't have any serious complaints, Jeff was content.
More than content, he was absolutely enamored with his girlfriend's new calling. She looked positively radiant as she indulged herself in the role of an expectant mother. Her once modest c-cup breasts started growing gradually since she had gotten pregnant, but just in recent weeks they had absolutely begun to balloon out! She now required a DDD or E-cup bra (the bigger sizes were so confusing) to hold them in place, and she was beginning to fill even those out. Her nipples had not yet begun to excrete milk, but they were amazingly tender. While this proved to be a nuisance most of day, given the right stimulation, her tender breasts worked to her advantage. Just a little attention from Jeff, a little hot breath on a vagina she could no longer feign to see, and all it took was a light brushing of his fingers against her unbelievably firm breasts to send her into orgasmic ecstasy.
As they sat in the car on the way to Lisa's uncle's house, they were both extremely anxious, not knowing what to expect from Jaime. Jeff had always secretly admired her. Even when she wasn't pregnant, she was a very handsome woman, and when she got knocked up, she knew how to take care of herself. Lisa was pretty aware of Jeff's attraction to her sister, but he couldn't get mad at him because of how resolutely he restrained himself. However, it was just one more reason for her to get bigger than that bitch and put her in her place. Maybe even give Frank a nice little rev-up, see how she likes that!
When they finally arrived at the little white house, Jeff helped his girlfriend out of the car as he had done at about 50 rest stops along the normally 1 hour drive (the vibrating of the car seat didn't help her maternally constricted bladder). He escorted her up the walk where they were greeted by Lisa's Aunt Rose. "Little Lisa, just look at you!" she exclaimed as her heavily pregnant niece waddled up the driveway. Rose's sister had told her about the girls' condition, but this was nothing like what she expected!
Lisa and Frank quickly found their way to the backyard and, more specifically, the buffet table. Everyone was dying to hear Lisa's story, and everyone complimented her for doing such a noble favor to complete strangers, and everyone remarked on how beautifully she carried her pregnant form. Katie arrived shortly after, Dan hanging on to her arm and helping her maneuver her immense body through the crowds of people. Lisa couldn't get over how adorable he was, taking great care to see to it that the new love of his life had every comfort possible. After some brief introductions, Katie and Lisa took a seat by the pool; Lisa's uncle had been thoughtful enough to prepare a separate platter of burgers just for the moms-to-be, with their own jar of pickles, of course.
When the kids got out of the water for desert, the poolside preggos saw their golden opportunity to get some quality swimming time. They made their way to the separate guest rooms, accompanied by their very helpful men, to get ready. Lisa emerged 15 minutes later decked out in the two-piece that Katie had helped select. She looked positively stunning, as the black fabric complimented her curves. It made her belly look massive, and drew so much attention to it that her slightly flabbier thighs could almost go unnoticed. The bottom cradled her ass and held it in place, making her backside look positively voluptuous. Katie had opted for something a bit more modest. Since she didn't know anyone at this party and was afraid of frightening people away, she selected a gigantic one-piece with a ruffled skirt. Regardless of the cut, there wasn't a bathing suit, or jump suit for that matter, on earth that could hide her sheer mass. They made their way out to the pool and eased in, feeling light for the first time in quite a while.

* * * * *
While they were in the pool, Lisa and Katie didn't even notice Jaime's arrival. When she emerged from the house in her bathing suit, Lisa, who was quite a bit heavier than necessary with twins in her 8th month, and Katie who was pregnant with quintuplets at 7 months both had to stifle a laugh at what they saw. Jaime was 8 months pregnant with twins, but to the casual observer (or a trained obstetrician, for that matter), she just looked... fat!
Jaime's belly was as big or bigger than Lisa's, but it was by no means the
dominant feature on her gigantic body. Quite the contrary, her obscenely massive gut looked right at home on her, supported by wide hips that spread out well over 3 feet in diameter, an ass that couldn't have been less than 50 inches around and had clearly begun to dimple, and thighs the size of beer kegs that were by no means hidden by the string bikini she had so tactlessly chosen to wear. The inadequate garment was nearly swallowed up by her flabby rolls. It was entirely hidden under her belly, and her hips and thighs threatened to devour any remaining fabric in plain sight; an outfit which made Lisa's choice in swim wear look positively modest. Her arms had gone well beyond the "cute, stuffed sausage" look and were just plain flabby, spreading out against her flanks when she dropped them, and dangling fat when she raised them. She had a very defined double chin, and it looked as if she was starting work on a third. Her breasts were at least f-cups, but they were dwarfed by the rest of her body, which had reached parody proportions. At only 5' 6", she had to be well over 300 lbs!
Apparently unaware of her appearance, she waddled out of the house with her usual demeanor, comporting herself like some kind of supermodel. She made slow her way to the buffet table, stopping to mingle with those guests that didn't avert their eyes. Her big sister had created such a shock that Lisa could hear most of the comments over the awkward silence that had enveloped the party. While most relatives had been supportive of Lisa, giving her compliments about how gracefully she carried herself and how noble she was, the reaction to Jaime's appearance were more along the lines of pity. "Wow, it must not be easy carrying twins," and "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get your figure back as soon as you give birth" were two of the crowd favorites. "That's the bitch you were telling me about?" Katie asked, doing her best to keep her voice at a whisper in spite of her shock, "Telling her off will be even easier than you thought it would!"
Jaime made her way over to the pool, completely oblivious of anyone else's reaction, even her own husband's. Frank looked purely humiliated; not necessarily because of his wife's new look, but because of the ridiculous swim suit she had chosen to wear in front of her extended family and the manner in which she flaunted herself. She sauntered up as close to the edge of the pool as she felt safe doing so and peered over the crest of her massive girth down at what she could make out of Lisa, completely ignoring Katie, "So," she puffed, out of breath from the long 20 foot walk, "Who *huff* has the biggest *wheeze* belly *pant* now?" Looking up, all Lisa could see was the heavily stretch-marked underside of Jaime's belly and the two giant pillars of cellulite that she had to assume were legs.
"Yep, sis, guess you beat me again," Lisa responded with seemingly genuine disappointment, and took off, swimming for the other side of the pool. Absolutely exhausted from all that moving around, Jaime made her cumbersome way to the sturdiest looking lounge chair and had Frank very gingerly lower her bulk onto it. Once she was in place, it was clear that her flab was flowing over both edges and that her rear end was exerting tremendous pressure on the armrests. Swimming to the other end of the pool to meet Katie, Lisa could have sworn she heard Jaime mutter something to Frank about how "we really should have brought the scooter."
"What the hell? You just let her push you around like that?" Katie was astounded that Lisa had passed up the golden opportunity to tell her sister off that she had been looking forward to for weeks.
"She thinks she's sexy," Lisa responded nonchalantly, "She's the only one will ever think that for a long time. I can't take that away from her."

* * * * *
The next morning, Lisa was awakened by a ringing telephone. Jeff had long since left for work, so she
Liked by Marvolo (Aug 4, 2022)
pooky164
knew she had no choice but to answer it. Lisa slowly and laboriously inched her 8 month pregnant body to the edge of the mattress, and groped pathetically for the phone. She finally got the receiver to her ear, and what she heard astounded her. It was Jaime, and she sounded like she was in tears.
"Lisa, I'm so, so, so sorry," Jaime squeaked out between her sobbing, "I was a complete bitch to you, and now look at me... I'M A PIG!!!" Lisa wasn't quite sure what had happened to her big sister, but she certainly sounded sincere. Maybe she finally put together the collective reaction of everyone at yesterday's party. "Do... do you think you could come over? I really want to talk to you." As much of a bitch as Jaime had been, she was still Lisa's sister, and she was obviously in need of help, so Lisa agreed to come over as soon as she could.
After several failed attempts, Lisa got herself out of bed, and waddled to the shower, which was becoming an increasingly tight fit. She had no trouble fitting through the sliding glass door (although she imagined that Jaime or even Katie might have to squeeze through it). However, once she was inside the shower, she found that lately she had to be very careful about how she moved. Lisa frequently lost track of exactly how wide around she was and would occasionally get poked in the belly by a shower faucet. Given how stretched her poor skin had become, this was a painful experience she tried her best to avoid.
Lisa had successfully persuaded Jeff to start taking her Toyota to work since she could no longer fit her belly behind the wheel. She set off on the 45 minute drive to Jaime's house in Jeff's Lincoln, but even with the seat pushed so far back that she could hardly reach the pedals, it was becoming a bit snug, and she feared that her driving days were numbered. She spent the better part of the drive wondering exactly what had happened to make her sister snap like that. Lisa had been happy with her moral victory the day before, but if something was really wrong, she knew it was her duty to do whatever she could to help her sister.
When she finally arrived, Frank came out to greet her, "Lisa, thank God you're here. How are you feeling? Maybe you can talk to her. I don't know what happened yesterday, but something happened and Jaime just lost it. She hasn't stopped raving about how big she's gotten, and I haven't been able to do a thing to comfort her. She feels especially bad about the way she treated you." By the time Lisa made it to the top of the stairs, she was completely winded. Despite stopping halfway to catch her breath, a flight of 14 steps was almost more than she could handle in her condition.
She entered the bedroom and saw Jaime taking up the better part of a queen sized bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck. She was clearly trying to hide the bulk of which she was suddenly so ashamed, even though that was an utterly impossible feat. Sitting up, her engorged breasts and massive gut pushed up the blankets, and it looked as though her belly went nearly out to her knees.
As soon as Jaime saw her younger sister, her eyes started to well up with tears, "Oh, Lisa, I can't believe what I've done. Just look at me!" She exclaimed, gesturing to her bloated form.
"But I thought you were thrilled about getting big during pregnancy," Lisa responded quizzically. She took a seat at the corner of the foot of the bed, some of the only space that her sister did not occupy.
"I was, but now I'm just huge!" Jaime lamented, "It finally hit me at the barbeque yesterday which, I should confess, was my first time out of bed for more than a couple minutes in over a month. I just got so carried away trying to get bigger than you that I lost my grip and... well... look at me! Even after these babies are born, I'm still going to be huge for a long long time. Oh, Lisa, all I wanted was to be a big, huge pregnant woman. I didn't want a permanent disability!" Jaime was right. While Lisa's belly, the dominant feature on her body, was taught and nearly spherical, Jaime's was flabby and sagged slightly, blending in with the rest of her obese body. Even through the sheets, it was obvious that she had developed far more body mass than her babies needed. Her breasts were huge, engorged with milk and padded with blubber. Given Lisa's current physical condition, she was in no position to offer sympathy, but her sister was clearly miserable.
"Well," Lisa began, "You obviously put some serious effort into getting yourself this big. You must enjoy it on some level, right?
"Like it? I love it. That's the problem! As gross as I look right now, as impossible as it is to do anything, I absolutely love the feeling of being gigantic with child. I'm just so embarrassed. I don't even feel comfortable around Frank anymore."
"Well, let me just say this, Frank is a preggo lover. I have one of my own at home, so I should know that 'too big' is a joke to them. If he doesn't act like he wants you, it's because he's afraid that you're self-conscious and he doesn't know what to do. Now, if you really do enjoy being pregnant, maybe I should give you this. Call this number after you have your twins. Now, I need to go, take care, sis."
"Oh, thank you so much! You've been so wonderful even after I was such a bitch to you! Thank you, Lisa!" As Lisa heaved her body off of the bed and started waddling out of the room, Jaime looked down at the card she had just been given. In soothing pink letters, it read "Mommy For Hire, Inc. Kathleen Johnson, President."

* * * * *
Lisa made her careful way down the stairs and passed Frank, who was sitting pensively on the couch. "You can go up now, hon. I think your wife wants to see you." Before she was out the door, Frank was bolting up the stairs. When he burst into the bedroom, there were a lot of things he expected to see, but what he saw blew him away.
There was Jaime, who just half an hour ago had been in tears about her appearance, completely naked, doing her best to stand shakily, as she swayed back and forth slightly for balance. Her hips were massively wide, and it looked like she might brush both sides of the doorway if she tried to walk through. Her belly hid her female parts entirely and then some as it drooped gently down. Her breasts and massive sides forced her arms out at least 30 degrees from her body. "What do you see? Don't lie to me, I'll know if you're lying," she commanded bluntly.
"I see my wife looking more beautiful than words can possibly describe," he responded almost automatically.
"Prove it," she ordered. With that, Frank grabbed her, moving slightly to the side so that their mouths could reach with ease and locked lips with her in an intense kiss. He then pushed Jaime backwards as forcefully as he felt comfortable doing so, given her delicate condition. It didn't take much, and the gravid mother-to-be fell onto her well-padded ass, and the sheer poundage of her gut forced her to fall backwards onto the bed.
Not entirely sure of how he was going to go about pleasing his wife in her current state but unwilling to waste a second of time, Frank dropped his pants and hoisted Jaime's heavy legs so that they were resting on his shoulders. Fortunately, they had a very high bed. Though Jaime had complained about it when getting in and out became a struggle, now it was going to serve them both well. Standing over his bloated wife, Frank looked down at her helpless form. He moved the head of his penis closer and closer to her needy pussy. He danced it around the outside a little bit, the gentle probing driving her insane. He made his way closer and closer to the desired spot and then, when she least expected it, he rammed his full 6 inches into her. Jaime's eyes flew open wide as her head flew back and she let out a scream of pure ecstasy. She was doing her best to meet Franks thrusts, but her mobility was extremely limited. Fortunately, Frank took care of that. He massaged her amazing belly, unable to reach her swollen breasts as he pounded away. Jaime unconsciously pulled one of her boobs to her mouth and began sucking wildly and was rewarded with a steady stream of her own milk. After what felt like hours but was really more like minutes, Frank blew his pent up load into Jaime's belly and collapsed onto the mountain of flesh before him. He rested their briefly feeling the kicks of his twins from within, until he helped Jaime up to clean off.

* * * * *
"I'm getting too fucking pregnant for road trips like that," Lisa sighed to herself when she finally got back to her house. She was completely beat after her mid-morning trip, but she knew it was worth it. Looking at the clock, she was disappointed to realize that it would still be several hours until Jeff got home. She decided to spread out on the couch in her sweatpants and bra with a gallon of ice cream and fulfill the pregnant stereotype. As she flipped through the channels finding nothing of interest on, Lisa absent-mindedly started rubbing her belly. She found her hand moving lower and lower until she was gently massaging her clit.
Lisa was getting more and more turned on, and before she knew it, she was vigorously ramming her finger up her vagina as her other hand clutched her own sides. She contemplated getting up to retrieve some manner of tool to help her quest for self-pleasure, but ultimately decided that the effort required to get up and search for her play things would only kill the mood. Besides, Jeff would be home soon.
Sure enough, at 5:30 on the dot, Jeff's car rolled into the driveway, and he dragged himself to the front door after a long day of work. However, what he saw when he got into the living room quickly gave him a second wind. There was his beautiful, young wife, heavily pregnant at 8 months with twins, sprawled out on the recliner, panties on the floor in front of her, bra flung across the room, glistening with sweat as she masturbated furiously. She barely noticed him come into the room, but he most definitely noticed her. It didn't take long for Jeff to help Lisa hoist herself off the chair and escort her to the bedroom where he would finish the job she started.
With her hands and knees on the bed, Lisa's belly gently brushed the sheets and her heavy breasts swung pendulously as Jeff took her from behind. Pounding away into her feminine warmth, Jeff rubbed the bulging sides of Lisa's huge tummy. His attention was diverted from her mid-section only temporarily to slap her ass, a little thrill that always turned her on. He instinctively tried to grab her milky breasts, but they had grown so full that her nipples were well out of Jeff's reach. In the doggy-style position, Jeff could see just how big his girlfriend had really gotten. Her entire frame had widened out, and she was truly the perfect vessel for childbearing. The sensual site made his arousal all the more intense, and he fucked her faster and deeper with a harder cock than he ever had before she was pregnant. With her enhanced libido, Lisa was a more than willing recipient, and did as much as she could to meet his thrusts, though the bulky belly which turned them both on substantially limited her capacity for sexual movement. After Jeff finally blew his load into Lisa's drenched pussy, he collapsed onto her back and they both fell into the spoon position where they quickly fell asleep.

* * * * *
Lisa awoke with the bed all to herself, Jeff long departed for work. She yawned and instinctively sat up and leapt out of bed... except that save for the yawning part, none of that actually happened. Her attempt at leaping out of bed merely resulted in her shoulders temporarily rising off of the mattress until her burdensome bulk pinned her back down. "How is it that every night I go through hell trying to get to sleep with this huge pregnant belly, and yet every morning I forget it's there?" Lisa pondered to herself. These days, getting out of bed was much more a project than it had previously been. And so, she began the nearly 5 minute struggle to rock back and forth, swing her legs over the edge, and slowly hoist herself up. As much as she would have preferred to stay in bed, she had promised to go see Jaime that afternoon. The very thought of her big sister made her grateful that she could get out of bed at all.
After Lisa and Jaime's reconciliation, the two sisters had begun spending a great deal more time together, particularly to engage in joint pig-outs. Jaime had finally come to accept her new body and even embrace it. Thus, her decision to join Mommy for Hire as soon as possible after her delivery. It took a bit of therapy, but Lisa had finally talked her into ignoring social bias and doing what makes her (and Frank) happy. The truth of the matter was, Jaime loved the experience of childbearing, her husband loved pregnant women, and Mommy for Hire would keep them both very happy in the long run. This realization was fortunate, as Jaime's confinement to bed had significantly encouraged her growth. With delivery on the horizon, Jaime had well surpassed 315 lbs and decided to forgo maternity apparel for the remainder of this pregnancy, simply shopping the plus-sized stores on-line.
This particular afternoon, Lisa had showed up at Jaime's with a stack of pizzas, several gallons of ice cream, and four liters of Cola a piece. Jaime was in bed, as usual, naked save for her double-i cup bra and XXXL sweatpants, which were actually still fairly roomy. Jaime didn't much care what the tag said, and was simply thrilled to have a garment that wasn't threatening to split every time she shifted in bed to grab another slice of pizza. Propped up against the headboard, her belly spilled into what was once her lap and nearly reached her knees. Lisa had spread out on the couch which Frank had so thoughtfully brought up to the bedroom so the two girls could spend time together, the queen-sized bed just a bit of a tight squeeze for the titanic sisters and their four babies.
Even though they were now on friendly terms, there was still an unspoken competition in who could set the pace during their binges. Jaime was stroking her bulging gut, slurping down the final slice of her second pie, while Lisa was still in the middle her second. "So, you're really happy working for this agency?" Jaime inquired.
"Oh, it's amazing," Lisa answered, "and I know you and Katie got off on the wrong foot, but once you get to know her, I'm sure she'll love you. She's a really terrific girl, and I'm sure she'd be happy to have you onboard."
"Well, sounds like good money for rewarding work. And given what I'll look like after this is done, I'm not so sure-OOH!!!!" Jaime's out loud daydreaming was cut short by a tremendous contraction, followed shortly by her water breaking. Lisa struggled to her feet as quickly as she could, and called the hospital. Jaime and Frank had decided some time ago that transporting her to the hospital in labor would be a bad idea, so they arranged for a house call. The doctor was there in minutes, followed quickly by Frank. After several hours of labor, Jaime gave birth to a pair of healthy boys, each weighing 9 lbs; a grand total of 18 lbs. of baby!

* * * * *
At this point, Katie was well into her 8th month with a set of triplets and a set of twins at the same time, but she was hardly uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, the professional surrogate was in her element swollen heavily with a multitude of children. She thought back with nostalgia to her first pregnancy and how she had required a team of handmaidens to help her move around, and that was just with a litter of triplets! Many new lives later, Katie's body had become extremely well adjusted to childbearing. Her hips were incredibly wide, even when she wasn't pregnant. Her thighs were plump and sturdy, though still extremely youthful. Her entire frame was very much accustomed to having a giant belly and she was almost more uncomfortable without one. However, in the later months with this many children, Katie still had some difficulty moving around. However, it was the daily struggles that made the job exciting for her, and now it was even more fun because she had Dan around to help her when she needed it. At times she felt like she was bossing him around too much too early in the relationship, but he was the most dedicated preggophile she had ever met, and truth be told, he enjoyed waiting on her hand and swollen foot.
And, as always, the later months of pregnancy had significantly increased the amount of waiting which Katie required. Her daily diet contained roughly 5,000 calories, and she needed every last one of them to support her "quintet" as she had taken to calling them. Thanks to Dan, she had saved herself the expense and slight embarrassment of having to hire a "crew" to help her with the simple tasks. Dan was extremely patient when it came to helping her move, though for both their sakes, he did his best to make sure she moved as little as possible and was more than happy to cater to her every whim... and sometimes those whims got a bit kinky.
"Baaaaaaby," the familiar cry came from the bedroom, and Dan leapt to his feet to see what he could do for his pregnant princess. "I'm huuuuuuungry," she teased.
"Be right back with a gallon of rocky road. You stay right there," he joked.
"...and horny," she added.
"Well, first things first," Dan quickly replied, reaching for the zipper on his jeans.
"Fuck that! Get my ice cream, and we'll just take care of both at the same time."
Dan wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but he had a feeling he was going to enjoy it. He bolted down to the kitchen and picked up a full carton of ice cream, which was, of course, all they had. Very few of Katie's ice cream boxes ever made it back to the freezer once they were opened. He also grabbed some cherries, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream, in case she was feeling really kinky. Then, he ran back to the bedroom as fast as he could, fearing that he could be cock blocked by a mood swing at any minute and she would be crying or yelling at him or something.
Sure enough, once Dan got there, Katie had managed to hang onto her two current emotions for 5 minutes, as she was masturbating with one hand and holding her leaky milk-filled breast to her mouth with the other. "Oh my God, I thought you'd never get back!" She exclaimed.
"So... how you wanna do this," a slightly bewildered Dan inquired.
"First...the pants...lose 'em. Then...ice cream...on your cock. I want it," Katie managed to get out between slurps at her own breast; Dan's arrival hadn't compelled her to interrupt either of her self-gratifying activities. Dan obediently went to work smothering the chocolate ice cream on his dick. Normally, something like that would have caused "little Dan" to crawl up inside him, but just looking at his massive girlfriend kept him so erect that it almost hurt. He moved over to where Katie's head was and put his chocolate dick within sucking distance. Still on her back, Katie reached around to Dan's backside and pulled him as close to her as she could, deepthroating him completely. She quickly lost interest in her own chest as she sucked vigorously at her boyfriend's rock hard member, occasionally pausing to demand more ice cream be rubbed on it.
"Ok, that's enough for you," Dan scolded, gently pulling his cock away for fear that he might go off early. You got to lick those big fluffy breasts of yours, now I want my turn. Dan grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup and whipped cream can and emptied them on Katie's voluptuous chest. Once her tits were thoroughly garnished, he dove in, slurping it off of her and getting the sticky mess everywhere. The ice cream covered dick has been fun, but it didn't put a dent in Katie's ravenous appetite. She joined Dan in licking the chocolate and cream off of her own breasts, as there was more than enough boob to go around.
After a few minutes of that, Dan couldn't take it anymore. He dragged Katie's nearly 300 lbs body to the edge of the mattress, threw her chubby thighs over his shoulders, and entered her in the manner she enjoyed most. While he was pounding away at her needy cunt, Dan was constantly rubbing her massive, quintuplet belly. Much of the chocolate sauce had made its way south and was lubricating their bodies. Katie groped for the now melty box of ice cream and rubbed two large handfuls over the tight skin of her gigantic womb, her hands occasionally caressing and interlocking with Dan's. By the time he exploded inside her, Katie's eyes were rolled back in her head as she experienced what had to be her 8th or 9th orgasm. After he emptied his load into Katie's hot snatch, Dan gently collapsed on the big, sticky, quivering dome of flesh that was his new girlfriend. He started absent-mindedly doodling in the layer of chocolate on her belly, while Katie delighted in the sensual touch, both of them thinking of a recreational way to get clean as well as how much fun the next month would be.

* * * * *
"And welcome back to The View," Meredith Viera announced, "Today we're talking to a woman who does for a living what most women dread doing once or twice in their lives. Lisa Robertson is a professional pregnant woman. She is currently nearing term with another couple's twins, and she's here with us today to talk about this emerging new career. Lisa?"
With that, Lisa made her cumbersome way down to the stage, perky as a woman nine months pregnant with twins might be expected to be. The View had approached Katie a short while ago about doing an interview. She was thrilled at the prospect of free press, but feared that in her own gargantuan belly might scare away prospective employees, so she sent someone extremely pregnant, but less preposterously so. It didn't take much coaxing to get Lisa to go. And, ever the student of business, Katie took Diamond Jim's advice and had Lisa sell her belly as advertising space to, who else? Haagen Daas. There was more than enough billboard space to write their name in big letters and list more than a few of their new flavors.
"So, wow! Look at you!" A stunned Barbara Walters blurted out as Lisa precariously took her seat and tried her best to get comfortable. Although the other hostesses sat up on stylish stools, a much roomier, much more comfortable arm chair had been brought out for Lisa, who, everyone agreed, shouldn't even attempt to balance her unwieldy form on top of a stool. "Here you are in your ninth month of pregnancy with twins, and still getting around fairly well. How do you feel?"
"I absolutely love it, Barbara. I was blessed with an extremely good frame for child-bearing, and I'm getting the chance to use it to help an infertile couple have the babies they've always wanted. I'm not married yet and by no means ready to have kids of my own, but I enjoy the experience of pregnancy, just like a lot of other women out there. Mommy for Hire gives me the chance to enjoy that, make some very good money, and they treat all of their surrogates extremely well... just don't ask them about maternity leave!"
Although many in the audience were stunned at first by Lisa's abnormally large abdomen, her joking demeanor put the women at ease. That's exactly what Katie had hoped for: to show that even swollen so immensely, pregnancy could still be an enjoyable time in a woman's life. Lisa went on to describe how the agency works, making a few jokes about her own physical appearance throughout the interview. Although she had promised not to "out" her boyfriend as a lover of pregnant bellies, she made sure to mention that "...and not all guys seem to mind, if you know what I mean."

* * * * *
All in all, the TV appearance was a rousing success for Mommy for Hire as well as Lisa's own self-esteem. Later that week, with labor imminent, Lisa was moved into a hospital bed for fear that moving her in labor might be dangerous. She well and truly loved her new job, and she was almost dreading childbirth, not because she feared the pain, but because she knew she would miss the joys of pregnancy. Fortunately, Lisa knew that with Katie's help, she would get to enjoy it many, many more times to come!
Liked by Marvolo (Aug 4, 2022), tbhfor (Jul 5, 2021), petr99 (May 6, 2020)

Related Threads Author Replies Views Last Post
New story on AO3 User 98238 5 3,484 1 hour ago
Last Post: gbapppk1
Request Looking for a story about Mpreg DeeblyAshamed 0 17 1 hour ago
Last Post: DeeblyAshamed
Looking for a Stevie d story bringerofdeath 0 333 Yesterday, 10:12 am
Last Post: bringerofdeath
Request looking for a story your assistance be appreciated! azoth6234 1 931 March 25, 2024, 5:15 pm
Last Post: azoth6234
almost permanent pregnancy story burdellmgt 3 2,609 March 15, 2024, 3:45 pm
Last Post: professorhep

Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)