Hey, I've been looking for three stories that I can't seem to find anymore and you guys are usually pretty good at finding them or have them saved somewhere.


The first two are "Rub it for luck" and "Preggo Lover(s?)", by the same author, but I don't remember who it was.
They are both split up in 3 or 4 parts. good stuff.
Rub it for luck has a girl with a magical charm that makes wishes come true.
Preggo Lovers is about two girls and a teacher, all of them pregnant.

The third story I don't remember its name, but it was about a witch named Samantha that was pregnant with triplets and had a bat sidekick.

I would appreciate any hints or links, thanks.

I think the first two are by aellinea, or RiddleAugust on Deviant Art. Not sure if the stories are on DA, but they're on Furaffinity under aellinea, iirc.

(April 23, 2015, 6:43 pm)muichimotsu I think the first two are by aellinea, or RiddleAugust on Deviant Art. Not sure if the stories are on DA, but they're on Furaffinity under aellinea, iirc.

i thought so too and looked, but I couldn't find them again, neither on FA nor DA.

Seems like they removed them. I can release them here in a separate post.

Here's Rub It For Luck. This was probably 3 years ago or more, since the username is even different.



RUB IT FOR LUCK


She just never seemed to be able to catch a break.

It wasn't that Gaz was UNlucky. She didn't seem to have luck of any kind whatsoever! Things just happened. Gazelle Silva didn't much like her parents for naming her after an animal most notable for being attacked and eaten or running like wild... until she got older and came up with the great line "because I'm too skinny and horny" whenever someone asked about her name. For the most part, she went by the nickname Gaz, and thanks to that show Invader Zim people no longer asked what Gaz was short for.

She WAS thin and pretty, there wasn't much argument there. Too thin, in her opinion. Since she'd been old enough to understand the difference between a fetish and an elevated interest in things, she'd known there was something that made her mad with desire: bellies. Big, round, full, PREGNANT bellies. She liked to look at 'em. She liked to think about 'em. On the rare occasion the were in poking distance she liked to touch 'em. And it wasn't just a "how nice she's going to have a baby" Like either, more like a "sweet merciful crap it's HUGE, gotta FEEL" kind of Like.

She wanted one BAD. She wanted to be big and ROUND and FULL. She wanted her skin stretched tight across a bulging sphere of fertile goodness. Just the thought of it! Before she'd fallen for her boyfriend Jason, she hadn't even wanted the baby part of it that bad either! Just the belly.

Now, though, there was a Jason, and the added complication that Gaz wanted him to put a baby inside of her practically all the time. Jason, you see, was the first actually great thing she thought had ever happened to her... especially when he found her stuffing her clothes with pillows and rubbing her belly and DIDN'T freak out and leave! He was so sweet and although he didn't understand her fetish, he was very supportive. Which only made wanting to just jump on him and BREED the more tempting.

Of course her rational mind told her the right timing was important in life, that you can't just GET whatever you WANT, right away... but Luck isn't a rational thing. Luck happens whenever it feels like, and leaves even more unpredictably. Sometimes, even if the timing isn't "exactly right", Luck can give you exactly what you want, exactly when you want it, and everything goes fine!

And Gaz's luck was about to change.

*************

"Fancy a bauble, pretty girl?" The scruffy-looking man selling knickknacks outside the mall called to her. He looked like some kind of traveling merchant, since his table could fold in on itself until it was the size of a paperback book and he had a well-made but careworn tent set up to shield from the sun's rays.

Well, it couldn't hurt to look, Gaz thought. She had a couple minutes before work anyways. "I'll just... check 'em out." Her eyes immediately went to the big charm sitting on the corner of the table: a pregnant woman in a meditation pose, like she was doing yoga or something. "Ooooh," she gasped. "This one's nice!"

"That... is NOT for sale," the man said, his once-cheery and insistent voice darkened with a strange mix of fear and worry. "It should not be out here."

"What is it though? It's so beautiful!" Gaz held the charm up to the light and examined it more closely. "Oh WOW." It was a fairly large sculpture. The charm was fastened by a metal clip to a silver chain. Out of all the knicknacks the dude was peddling near the mall where she worked, Gaz was surprised he'd be so leery to part with it. It seemed the only thing actually worth the money he was asking.

"It's... a good luck charm. But it's mine. Not for sale," he repeated, watching her closely.

"Okay, okay... don't jump down my throat. That's not a very good sales disposition, you know," she added. She scanned the other items... some glittering, fake gems on leather straps, some woven beadwork that actually wasn't half bad... but nothing she felt happy dropping thirty bucks on. She turned to go.

"MISS!" the man shouted, and Gaz looked down to realize the charm was still in her hand.

"Whoops! Haha, it must wanna come with me. Sorry!" She laid it down on the table, and the man snatched it eagerly, rubbing his fingers over the sculpture's gravid belly.

"Are you sure you don't want something? Anything other than this?" he asked cautiously.

Suddenly Gaz noticed the beadwork again, as if someone had stuck it right under her nose and pointed it out. It really was well done... maybe she could hang it in her window. "Thirty bucks for the beads?" she asked him, and the man sighed in relief and took her money. He folded the beaded cloth and slid it into a bag, handing it across the table to her.

Neither of them noticed the charm slip into her bag. It happened so quickly, it was as if it had jumped in of its own accord.

**********

Gaz sighed. Working in the mall was a special kind of hell. Worse still was the silly uniform she had to wear: a white collared shirt was normal enough, but a bright red vest? The buttons rubbed her chest the wrong way. Plus, black pants in summer, even IF the mall had AC, was a dumb idea.

"Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!"

She looked at the angry old woman waving a flier. "What can I do for you Ma'am?"

"This coupon's not for th' thing I want!" The old woman jabbed her finger at the page.

"It would seem so," Gazelle said slowly, unsure as to how to treat the situation.

"WELL," the old woman snapped, "I think I should get what I want for free!"

Gazelle could feel the veins in her head throb but held her customer-service face. "I'm sorry," she forced through gritted teeth, "But the coupon is only for the item advertised."

The old woman's eyes blinked stupidly and she struggled to understand that she wasn't going to get what she wanted by pointing and barking. So she fell back on that timeless tradition of greedy pennypinchers: "I wanna talk to your manager!"

Gaz grinned wider to keep from screaming. "I'll go get her!" she offered in a falsely cheery voice. Oh shit, oh shit, this isn't my FAULT, and Lynn's always looking for an excuse to kick me to the curb, that bitch... She stuck her hand into her pocket and sought out her worry stone. She felt something round and smooth under her fingers and she rubbed it over and over to try to calm her nerves while she headed to the back of the store and looked for Lynn, her manager.

Please don't fire me, please don't fire me, PLEASE don't... "Lynn! Um, I have a customer who has a complaint?"

Spinning around in her chair, Lynn smiled at her... wait, WHAT? Gaz stared in shock as Lynn patted her on the shoulder and said, "Well let's go tell her where to stuff her expired flier, yeah?" She was motionless with awe as Lynn stomped to the front of the store and told the old woman to jump up her own ass. Gaz continued to stare as her taller, blond boss marched back, still smiling!

"All better!" Lynn sighed as she returned from chewing the customer a new one. "You handle too many jerks here at the customer service booth, I think I'm gonna make you the backroom manager. There's much less customer interaction and a lot more downtime. You look like you could use a break. As a matter of fact, why don't you just go ahead and take fifteen?"

"Uh... okay!" Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Gaz grabbed her bag and headed for the food court for some free wifi. She reached into her pocket for her phone and her fingers struck the other side of what she'd assumed was her worry stone... but it had something carved into it! Pulling it free as she walked, Gaz saw that it was the good luck charm from the table!

"Oh man that guy is gonna be PISSED," she muttered. "Funny though, it really seems like it works!" Gazelle propped her feet on a pillar and retrieved her handheld game, ready to play, when suddenly a pregnant woman walked by.

Gaz felt a sting of jealousy in her chest. Oh wow...she's HUGE, Gaz thought to herself as the girl waddled to the Flying Panda Fist line and stood with her feet spread, hands resting atop her round belly. Gaz stared, and tried to create the impression her game was taking all of her attention, but the whole time she was preggo-watching.

I want that so bad, she thought to herself, imagining her stomach full and tight. I wanna get so huge! But Jason wanted to wait until they were officially married, even if he knew she had a thing for bellies. It was one thing to pretend, but to actually have a baby was... a big.. responsi... but Gaz had blanked at the word big and just daydreamed.

Like magic, she was in Jason's arms, snuggled next to him on the couch. Nobody else was home... so they got a little frisky. Jason tugged at the button on her pants, and she helped him slide them over her hips... but she couldn't even get them all the way off before her was all over her! It had never been like THIS before! He drove deep inside her, getting faster and faster.

Her shirt seemed uncomfortably tight around her front, her breasts squished by the buttons of her vest. Her middle seemed to press harder into her shirt with every thrust Jason gave her, and she felt her climax growing. He slid his hands up her sides, gripped her tight while their hips rolled and twisted and slapped against each other.

Her hands went straight to her stomach. "Oh God it's so TIGHT," she said, gasping for breath. "It's... it's like you're..." she wanted to say pumping me fuller, but she didn't dare. It would be too... perfect. Still, that craving grew in her mind, and she ground her pussy down on Jason's thrusts, spinning her hips in little circles, feeling him twist inside her.

"Oh babe," Jason groaned, his breathing growing shorter and more ragged. His thrusts increased in intensity, his arms began to tremble, and Gaz could feel something RUMBLING beneath her... he was so deep! She felt like Jason was poking her in the stomach!

"Give it to me!" she whispered, still rolling her hips back and forth, working his spasming shaft in and out. "All inside me, baby... I want it soooooo bad..."

Gaz's stomach gave a pretty loud gurgle and snapped her from her horny daydream. She thought about grabbing something to eat, maybe getting in line behind the massive preggo to ogle her bump some more, but realized she wasn't really hungry. In fact, her stomach felt a little full, as if she'd already eaten a large meal. There was a pressure, very slight and actually really nice feeling, where her pants buttoned, and looking down Gaz could see how she had a cute little potbelly going on.

Did I gain weight recently and not notice? she wondered. She was rubbing the charm between her fingers absentmindedly while she examined herself, and although her stomach didn't grow, she felt that pressure rise. Not really sure why she was doing it, Gaz stood and walked over to the hugely pregnant girl waiting in the chinese food line.

The girl was blond, had her hair up in a tight ponytail that showed off her slim neck and shoulders (features she was probably keen to highlight over her gravid middle. the hot pink tanktop she wore wasn't doing much to keep the eyes off her, however. It was like she was a big, round neon sign... and the sign read "RUB ME" to Gaz.

"Hey, do you mind?" Gaz mumbled, never having asked another woman to feel her stomach before. She felt a blush rising on her face and in her ears. What the hell is getting into me? she thought. Still... it was like she HAD to ask, like she needed it for some reason. It wasn't even like she was attracted to the girl... she just needed to touch her tummy.

The girl looked at her like she had two heads for a second... and as Gaz watched a weird kind of shimmer passed over her and she smiled widely, thrusting her roundness at Gaz's astonished face. "Sure! It feels nice when people rub it!"

I bet it does, Gaz thought, and steadied her slightly-trembling hand to rub across the rounded pink-clad surface of the girl's belly. "Oh wow..." she breathed in awe. The skin beneath her fingers had no give at all... completely full! It was just so tight, and round, and stuffed, and it... it was making her really hot!

She pulled her hand back quickly and grinned, her face flushed. "Congratulations! I better go now!" she said, and without waiting for an answer she sped over to her things and zipped over to her other hangout spot, the glowing map of the mall near the video game store. She very briefly contemplated headed to a restroom just so she could take care of her overcharged libido, but masturbating in the mall bathroom was just too gross to be sexy. Right? Maybe not... it depended how badly she needed to get off, and the feeling was only getting worse.

Trying to stifle her energized giggles, Gaz pushed her own stomach out under her shirt as far as it would go, sure that nobody was watching. She rubbed a hand over the little swell it created, but no matter how she strained her imagination it just wasn't the same as the feeling of that HUGE, round belly. Gaz was too wired and sexually frustrated to notice that even if she wasn't quite as big as she wanted to be... her stomach now bulged farther than it had only minutes ago, before the daydream, or touching the girl's full-term womb. She thought to herself, Crap, now I'm gonna be horny all day. Too bad Jason can't just appear and take me somewhere to fuck me before my break's over, she giggled to herself. What a horny thought! Stuff like that only happened in pornos, not in real...

"Surprise!" Jason said, peering around the pillar at her.

Gaz let out a surprised "Meep!" before she felt herself melting a little inside. Oh man, no way! "I was JUST thinking about you!" she said as he slid onto the bench next to her.

Jason kissed her cheek. "Not as much as I was thinking about you, I'll bet."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

Jason grinned in a way she knew very well. That was his Gonna-Fuck-You-Silly grin, and she felt herself getting hot all over again. Jeez, it's like everything I want is happening today! Guess it's...

She stared at the charm in her hand. "... my lucky day!" she finished aloud, her eyes widening! Gaz's thoughts came a hundred miles a minute. REAL magic! Right in her hand! All her desires just... happening! It was almost too much to handle!

But she could adjust remarkably well, and in a few seconds she stopped sitting there fondling the charm's carved stomach and turned to Jason. "I think maybe we should wait until we get home before we mess around, Jase," she said. His grin faltered and he looked confused for a second before going on as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, dunno what got into me! It was like I wanted to just... I dunno, sneak away and do it right in the bathroom!" he chuckled, and began to browse the shots on his camera.

"So, takin' some shots of the mall?" she asked, while inside her emotions raged. He'd ACTUALLY wanted to do what she wanted him to do to her! Not that he'd ever NOT wanted to fuck (he was a dude, after all), just that he'd used almost the exact words she'd wished while rubbing the charm!

"Yeah, just some stock photos. Hopefully I'll be able to make some money on the site," he chatted away. All I'd need to do is rub the charm and wish, and Jason will WANT to get me pregnant, she thought. No, her other half replied. That's like brainwashing him! We do NOT want our baby's father to be a zombie.

So that was one thing she didn't want to change. But what to do? The possibilities were endless, and it was that exact freedom that was paralyzing in a strange way. What do I want right now? she asked herself. And then she knew.

She rubbed the charm with her palm and thought, Wanna go home now! Standing, she said to Jason, "Wait right here, okay? I'm gonna see if I can get out of the rest of my shift!" Jason nodded, still engrossed in his camera viewscreen. Gaz skipped on down the hall to her store... and Lynn was waiting for her!

"Why don't you just go home, sweetie?" Lynn smiled. "I don't mind handling your extra work. You've been working too hard lately anyway! It's shameful how tough I was on you!" She waved Gaz away from the store. "Now flee, before I change my mind!"

"Th-thanks Lynn!" Gaz grinned from ear to ear, and spun on her heel. As she hurried back to her boyfriend, she noticed the pink pregnant girl waddling with a big plate of chinese food propped on top of her belly and chowing down. It just happened, the random thought popping into Gaz's head: I want to get that big... no, even BIGGER! As soon as the thought appeared in her head, she realized what she'd done, and stared down at her middle with equal shares of glee and fear.

She felt that growing pressure again, but nothing happened! Aw man, she grumbled. I guess there's a limit to what it can do after all. She began to walk again, this time a little disappointed despite the incredible gift she held in her hand... when a wave of such incredible lust washed over her she thought she'd cum right in the middle of the mall!

FUCK, she thought, and gasped while falling against the store window to her right. The mannequin inside wobbled and stared blankly at her as she struggled to remain quiet and unseen while her hips reflexively humped the air, her ass thumping over and over into the glass behind her. Charm still in-hand, Gaz held her hands back from cupping her breasts as her nipples seemed to glow with sexual heat. "S-sweet merciful c-crap!" she moaned, licking her lips with her eyes closed.

Her stomach pressed even tighter to her shirt, her vest tight across her middle as she distinctly felt it rounding out. The button on her pants dug hard into her skin, growing more uncomfortable the longer the feeling went on... but Gaz didn't give a FLYING FUCK how much it hurt! OH YES, she thought. Don't stop, don't stop! she wished fervently, but it seemed that was the end of her growth... for now.

She looked down finally to see her shirt bulged only slightly! She hardly looked four-months gone! Every sweet, rounded inch had felt like a mile of sexy growth!

As she examined herself, Gaz saw someone coming up to her out of the corner of her eye. It was Jason! He looked flushed and embarrassed. "Uh... I need to go like right now," he said in a flustered voice. "I'm feeling... well a little TOO good, actually."

She pushed her tummy out and purred, "Notice anything different about me?"

He glanced up and down her body. "I'm... I'm not totally sure? I just..." he huffed, and finished quickly, "I just about came in my pants just now, for NO REASON! I need to get home right away!"

Oh I think I know the reason, Gaz thought to herself. I guess there has to be SOME kind of sexiness for me to get more pregnant... if I'm even pregnant at all! I might just be inflating or something! But she thought she knew for sure. It was a baby growing inside her.

"Well I'm off work for the day!" she cheered. "Let's go see what's up with YOU."

*******

They were kissing before they even got through the door. Jason unlocked it by blindly groping behind her while he pressed her to the door, licking and sucking his way from her lips to her throat, and back to her lips. She arched her back against the wooden door, pressing as much of her puffy front to his chest. Notice! she begged him. I'm BIGGER than before. Please, just like it? She didn't want to use the charm to change his mind.

But Jason was a little preoccupied trying to hump her in the hallway, so she reached behind herself and helped him unlock and open the door. They spilled inside, and Gaz fell to the floor with a painful WHUMP.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, worried. She rubbed the back of her head and started to chuckle, setting him off too. They laughed for a moment together, crouched on the floor of their little apartment. Their cats Red Baron and Woodstock stalked up to them and watched them laughing with that classic feline disdain for human merriment. While they had their laughs, Red Baron (their tabby) sniffed the charm that had slipped from Gaz's grip. Still giggling quietly, she noticed him nose the charm, and suddenly Jason stopped laughing and stood up. "I gotta feed the CATS!" he shouted, and dashed into the apartment.

"Baron!" she hissed. "Leave that alone!" Just what she needed, to become a slave to her cat's whims (although this is arguably the arrangement all humans have with their cats). Suddenly, a new thought came into her mind.

What would Jason wish for? she wondered. I could ask him... share the charm! I love him so much, after all, she thought, feeling warm inside. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

She didn't really get a chance to, however. As soon as the food was in the bowl (and the cats zipped over hungrily) Jason held her wrist and pulled her to her feet. "As I was saying," he breathed, and resumed the feverish kissing they'd left off at the door.

They slipped easily to the couch, not bothering with the bed. Gaz unbuttoned her pants eagerly, and the charm slipped from her fingers as she did so. Jason was getting undressed just as eagerly, and as a force of habit she reminded him "Condom."

He held her in his arms and just rubbed against her. "Nahh," he said.

"Can't argue with that," she said. "Hey, hold up a second." Gaz reached for the charm, and Jason squeezed her butt as she leaned off the couch. "Quit it! Smartass!"

"Nuh-uh. NICE ass," he grinned. She snuggled back and held the charm between her hands.

"Hey babe, if you could wish for anything, what would it be?" He opened his mouth, but suddenly inspired she said, "Don't tell me! Just..." she handed the charm over to him, "just hold this and rub it, and make a wish."

He looked at the pregnant statuette. "Is this new? I hope it didn't cost a lot..."

"Just make a wish! Anything you want!" she said.

"Okay," he said good-naturedly, and rubbed his fingers across the statue and closed his eyes. He opened them again immediately and shrugged. "Is it supposed to be like a good luck charm or something? I was kind of expecting a genie to come out or something. Ha! A pregnant genie! That would be dumb."

Gaz wondered what he'd wished for, remembering how it had taken a few moments for her big belly wish to hit... but a few moments later nothing was different. "Oh well, worth a shot, right?" she said, smiling, and snuggled closer to kiss his lips.

He wrapped his arms around her again, and in a few moments they were right back to where they'd been before Jason's wish. He ground his hips against her, and she moaned at the anticipation. "I only want you," she said softly.

"I love you too," he murmured, not quite listening. His fingers wove into hers and he held her hand tightly, the warm ring on his hand pinching her finger slightly... her eyes opened widely in shock and she stared at his hand, at HER hand...

... and the wedding rings that both had on their fingers! Overwhelmed with emotion, Gaz grabbed Jason and kissed him over and over. "Oh Jason! You wanted to MARRY me! You just needed to ask, dummy!" she sighed happily.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jason asked, although he obviously wasn't too confused to lift her up and slide her back down, guiding her on top of him and slipping inside of her. "I asked you a year ago! We've been married for months!"

And oddly enough, Gaz remembered it all! The proposal, the planning, the wedding... the HONEYmoon. It had been wonderful! But how was it possible, unless the charm could change the past as well as the present and future? Gaz could distinctly remember their old life as well, two complete and parallel sets of memories. This thing has some SERIOUS MOJO, she thought.

So we've been married now for a couple months... that means maybe I've gotten pregnant and its keeping time with the size of my bump! she pondered the possibilities, all while Jason worked his magic on her. He went for the buttons on her vest when she grabbed his hand suddenly.

Gaz could feel it happening. The same waves of lust, the same power flowing through her... just like in the mall! "Leave the buttons," she breathed, and looking in his eyes she knew Jason was feeling those surges of sexual energy too. Gaz was being overwhelmed by the touches of her body to Jason's and the pressure that built and built inside her body, seeking relief as it grew bigger... and BIGGER...

"Oh God I've just gotta fuck you," Jason groaned, and although his hands were literally rubbing all over Gaz as she grew, he still didn't notice the change. Gaz squealed softly as her belly began to swell into Jason's caresses, filling her shirt and vest to their absolute limit and pushing them up. She could feel Jason's dick poking the soft skin of her underbelly, and with a needy moan she reached under her rapidly growing middle and pulled him forward and into her. "Yes! Oh Jason..." I'm his wife! she thrilled. His pregnant wife! I'm getting bigger by the second! This is the best day ever!

She felt the vest constricting her body, tightening around her ribs as her belly filled out the front and stretched the fabric to its limit. Gaz thrilled at being so round, so big her shirt struggled to contain her, and another wave of that intoxicating growth washed over her. With a TING sound, the buttons on her work vest blew off all at once, flying in four different directions, and Gaz looked down to see her white shirt stretched around a belly that looked like six months had gone into it... but it had just started growing that afternoon!

The whole time, they were fucking like rabbits. As the growth of her womb slowed and finally stopped, Jason came inside of her and the hot, wet sensation inside of her set Gaz off. Hands pressed tight to her sides, cupping the rounded bulge that ballooned between them, she rocked her hips frantically and came. "Oh YES!" she gasped, fatigue overtaking her quickly. Her energy seemed to vanish completely as she climaxed, and she snuggled close to Jason and began to snore softly.

The charm lay on the floor below them as they slumbered, and seemed to shrivel in size as its power was diminished. Every wish reduced its size, and by now the charm was only as big as a marble.

*******

Gaz woke slowly, blinking in the morning glow. Nice dreams, she thought fondly, only to sit up and have the evidence of the reality bulge right in her lap! "Awesome!" she said, and rubbed her hands across the surface of her belly.

Her pale, soft skin peeked out the gaps in the buttons of her over-stretched work shirt, and beneath its edge there swelled a generous curve of exposed skin. Pretty big! she thought, but as her toe nudged the charm on the floor she grinned.

But not big ENOUGH! She slipped out from under the still-snoozing Jason and patted her tummy. "Time to feed the baby!" she cheered, and dashed to the kitchen to fix a huge breakfast. Jason just grumbled and pulled the blanket over his head.

As she scarfed down bowl after bowl of sugary cereal, Gaz felt her belly press heavier and heavier down onto her lap and firmer and firmer into her elbows... she loved it! She needed more, needed to be huge! Staring at the charm, she made big plans for after work.

*******

But the man stopped her in front of the mall.

"Awwww no! You GOT it!" he moaned as he saw her approach. Nobody else had reacted visibly to Gaz's instant-pregnancy, so she assumed it had something to do with owning the charm. "You USED it! Dammit-all..." the vendor cried.

"Sorry dude, it was in my pocket after I bought the beads! I didn't take it on purpose!" It was true! She'd never have stolen it... unless of course she'd somehow known what the charm was capable of. Then he'd have had to sic a pack of wild dogs on her to keep her away.

"No..." the vendor sighed. "I suppose it was inevitable. Over time the charm will slip away, eventually escape your possession. It's in its nature... I had used all my luck up," he said. He eyes her round middle. "Is THIS what you wanted?"

"Yup!" Gaz said proudly, and rubbed her stomach. That lovely pressure was building again, and she hoped the growth would strike soon so she could get even bigger!

"Well, enjoy it while it lasts. Soon enough it will tire of you and seek a new owner," the man said, and he stormed off down the street.

Gaz rolled the little charm between her fingers, noting how much smaller it seemed to have gotten. "Hmm... maybe that's how it's going to leave me when it's done... just shrink and shrink while I grow and grow." She'd intended to drag out the growth a little bit, but if the wish-granting was a limited time offer, Gaz wanted to make the most of it. Rolling the little pregnant belly in her hand, she thought hard. I want to get BIGGER, even FASTER! I want to look overdue by a month! I wanna barely fit in doors! Bloat me up!

The pressure built... but nothing happened! "Must need some sexy-time or something to get it going," she reflected. Before it had been enough to touch the pregnant girl's belly... I wonder, she thought mischievously as she headed to the back room of her store.

Making sure to put the charm aside so she didn't accidentally wish anything, Gaz slipped into the bathroom in the back of the store and pulled up her shirt to examine her swollen middle. It was very round and stuck out over her unbuttoned pants. She could see her bellybutton just trying to poke its way out. Why not try to help it along? she grinned to herself, and she slipped her fingers under and over her round tummy, stroking and rubbing and teasing the stretched womb with love. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, just fondling her own bulging belly... and soon enough that pressure that had been building inside her since making her wish outside the mall began to overtake her.

"Yesss..." Gaz whispered, and her rubbing increased in speed. Wanna FEEL, she thought. Have to feel myself grow! Her sides began to push against her elbows, her front began to rise like dough in an oven... Gaz bit back a squeal of joy, and couldn't resist peeking down at herself before the growth finished.

No longer did she appear to be just six months pregnant! The charm, it seemed, had taken her words to heart, and made her bigger MUCH faster. She stroked her overstuffed flesh and felt her passenger roll and kick gently against her caress. "Awwww!" Gaz said with love. "My lucky little fetus!" It was impossible to see past her tummy now, and Gaz stuck her foot out as far as she could, practically straight out, before she could see her shoe wiggling playfully over the soft, pale curve.

Gaz hugged herself happily. Just what I've always wanted! she thought. She checked on the sink to see the charm... and discovered it was gone! It hadn't fallen, however. The length of chain and the fastening clip were right where she'd left them... but the charm had shrunk down to nothing! All good things come to an end, I guess, she reflected.

But it wasn't over. The charm hadn't left her at all. In fact, it was currently floating inside of her, held tight in the grip of her dreaming ch1ld and pressed up close to the stretched and strained surface of her womb. So when Gaz rubbed her tummy and thought to herself, I could really go for a slice of pizza, Lynn knocked on the door suddenly and startled her.

"Um, hello?" Gaz peeked out. "Sorry, I just had to go before I started work."

Lynn smiled happily at her. "Of COURSE! You're so far along! It's a wonder you don't have to pee ALL the time!" Gaz slipped out the door, shirt pulled down as far as it could go over her swollen belly (which wasn't far), and saw... Lynn was holding pizza! "Do you want this?" Lynn asked. "I don't even know why I bought it."

But... the charm is gone! All I did was... rub my belly? Gaz pondered, while she scarfed the pizza down. Devising a quick test, she rubbed her tummy and thought, I wanna go home and just hang out with Jason.

"I feel like such a bitch asking you to come in to work when you're so close to your due date!" Lynn said. "When you're done eating you can clock out. Don't worry, the back-room manager position is salaried, so you'll still get paid!"

Holy cow! Gaz thought. Now I'M the lucky charm! She couldn't wait to get home and grant Jason some of his own wishes! I know one wish I won't need magic to grant, though, she giggled. I think I'm gonna explode with horniness if I don't fuck him while I'm this big!

******

Gaz could smell noodles cooking as she entered the apartment, and grinned in surprise as Jason popped his head out of the kitchenette to wave hello. "Making some pasta!" he called out. "I didn't think you'd be home today!"

She flopped onto the couch and propped her feet on the coffee-table. Her stomach rose majestically up like a small mountain, and again she rubbed it happily. "Yeah, they sent me home for being too pregnant."

Jason laughed from the kitchen. "I didn't think you believed it was possible to be TOO pregnant."

Oh, I don't, she thought. "Lynn seemed to think I should take some time before I deliver. She was really firm about it," she called back to him.

"Well gimme a few minutes and I'll whip up some food for you and the baby!" he said. Gaz felt a shiver run through her when he said "the baby". Our baby, she thought happily.

"So how are YOU holding up, honey?" she asked him. "With the due date being so close and all?" I should find out when it is! she thought suddenly. Don't want it to sneak up on me!

"Oh, you know, I was more freaked out in the beginning. It was kinda... unexpected, y'know? But seeing you so happy, the date getting closer... I'm really excited!" He poked his head out again and added, "NERVOUS... but excited!"

Gaz pressed her hands into her hips, shifting her weight from side to side and watching the big, round orb in her lap bulge and sway with her movements. I could do this all day, she thought. "I'm excited too! It feels like just yesterday we were just dating and I could only wish to have a baby..." she grinned at the memory. "You don't know how glad it makes me to hear you're happy about this!"

Jason entered the room with two bowls of steaming pasta and handed one to her. "Careful! Hot!" he warned, and then dropped his hand lower to rest on her belly. Gaz watched him hesitantly rub her stretched skin, aware that in the wish-created world he must have touched her tummy before, but that in the old, normal world this was the first time he'd feel his baby move.

"I guess you could say I'm on your side when it comes to having kids, now!" Jason said.

"Oh yeah?" Gaz asked, wiggling her toes happily as he rubbed her stomach and she slurped up the pasta that rested on her tummy, "How many more you wanna have?"

Jason shrugged. "Like three? Four is the most, I think. Haha!" he laughed as a sudden thought came to him while he stroked her soft stomach. "What if you could have them all at once! Wouldn't THAT be something!"

Gaz felt her heartbeat speed up incredibly fast, felt her toes curling as sensual pleasure coursed through her stuffed body like bolts of lightning! She dropped the bowl of pasta on the floor (and Woodstock was quick to zoom over and claim it for himself) and dropped her hands to her swollen sides to touch every inch of her skin as possible. "OH GOD!" she cried out, and with a stretching sound her big, full belly grew MASSIVE. It stretched out into her lap, rising higher and higher. As she swelled bigger in every direction, Gaz found she could nearly touch the shuddering, clenching and stretching orb of her belly with her nose! The bottom of her stomach ripped her pants right down to the crotch as it filled out between her thighs!

By the time it was over, Gaz was almost as big AROUND as she was TALL. She humped the air desperately as the energy dwindled, stroked her massive body hungrily. "Oh Jason..." she gasped. "I n-never would have th-thought to wish THAT!"

Jason continued to rub her belly, oblivious to the growth she'd just experienced. "Wish what? Don't try to get up, honey, the doctors said to REST before the quadruplets come, remember?"

Gaz's loins were boiling, her breasts seemed electrified. If she didn't get fucked AND SOON she was going to explode! "Jason..." she purred, shifting her weight just enough to roll onto her side and wiggle her butt at him. "Wanna try to induce labor?"

END


PART 2: LEGGO THAT PREGGO!

Gaz gasped and felt a tightening just above her kidneys... AGAIN! A contraction! She quickly began to rub her swollen tummy and thought, Not yet! NOT YET! The tightening vanished, and she flopped backward on the bed with a sigh of relief.

She was three weeks overdue in the wishing-world, but technically she was only three weeks pregnant! After all, she'd gone from empty to packed full of four full-grown fetuses in only two days! Nobody knew but her... and possibly her cats Woodstock and Red Baron (although they kept her secret). Lately, it seemed like labor wanted to start any second, but Gaz just wasn't ready! Not only did she want to savor being so big for a little while longer (and take full advantage of Jason's helpful offer to try to "hurry the process along" every night until the kids were born) but she simply needed time to adjust to becoming a mother.

Thankfully, it seemed she could stave off labor almost indefinitely by rubbing her belly and wishing for more time. This didn't make her less-pregnant... it only seemed to make her more and more overdue.

And bigger and bigger, naturally.

Gaz looked over her bulging body with satisfaction. Her belly rose majestically in front of her, propping up her heavy breasts and forcing her legs apart with its large, drooped underside. After all, so close to delivering had caused her bump to shift lower and lower into her pelvis (and squashed her bladder in the process). She was so round her bellybutton lay well out of arm's reach. And she LOVED every second of it!

"Just a while longer guys," she promised the unborn hostages. "I'll let you all out... eventually! Honest! I just need more time!" She almost hoped she could go back and draw out her growth a little longer, to really experience it like an actual pregnancy.

Jason stirred in the bed beside her. "Whuzzat?"

"Nothing babe. Just talkin' to my tummy," Gaz answered.

"Uhuh... loveyooo... zzzzz," he slipped back to his slumber just as suddenly.

Gaz stroked her stomach's surface reverently. Can I go back and feel what it's like to get bigger slowly? she tried experimentally... but it seemed this was either outside the charm's power or it couldn't undo a wish once it had been made.

The cats had learned quickly that rubbing against Gaz's huge womb while thinking of food got Jason hustling to feed them, and took advantage of it often! Gaz felt a little sorry for Jason, but it wasn't as if she could stop them... she couldn't even see when they moved close to where her belly rested on top of her thighs. In fact, Woodstock was assuming the position as she formed the thought, and she tried to shoo him from the other side of her belly. "Stock! Scat!"

But Woodstock wasn't wishing for food for once. As Gaz whispered at the Persian cat, she felt something change in her body... felt her belly grow warm and soft! "Whaa... oh that's kinda nice..." she murmured. It was like Woodstock had... "You dopey cat!" She was like a giant pillow! Her belly was soft enough to rest on, and yet she could feel her passengers still there, still solid and real... and growing. Woodstock hopped on top of Gaz's stomach and purred happily, kneading his paws into her overstretched t-shirt, yanking it up the rounded surface of her belly.

"I hope you're happy, Woodstock! Although... it might be nice to let Jason sleep using me as a pillow... a big, round pillow!" she giggled quietly, not wanting to wake him. "Let's all just stop with the wishes, yeah guys? Unless it's delivery time... I think I need at least another week." She yawned and rubbed her stomach again, wishing Not YET! Not tonight! before settling in to sleep some more.

*******

Gaz woke to the sound of cooking eggs and bacon. Her mouth watered! "Oh YUM! Jason, you're the BEST!"

Jason called from the kitchen, "Thank me when all the peppers I put in this omelette induce you! I'm just one man, after all! The spirit is willing..."

"Your flesh is NOT weak, honey!" she called back, laughing. Her belly shook up and down, and Woodstock tumbled from his perch with a grumpy meow.

Jason appeared from the kitchen with a plate that was absolutely PILED with eggs, diced peppers and bacon! "Normally this would be heartburn city for you... I just hope today's the day!" he said. Gaz made certain he was NOT touching her stomach when he said it.

"I dunno... I don't feel very... ready," she said in between mouthfuls of the delicious breakfast. She swore she could eat forever! It was as if her stomach was bottomless! "I'm just really... REALLY hungry!"

Now Jason stroked her tummy, twiddling her protruding bellybutton playfully as he said, "They just want to grow... they're hungry too I'll bet!"

Gaz handed the empty plate to him before she realized she'd eaten almost a dozen scrambled eggs in a few seconds! "URP!" she burped, and her belly shook dramatically. "Um... more please?" she asked hopefully.

Jason's eyes bugged out of his head. "MORE? Wow, the little guys must REALLY be hungry!" He got up and zipped on over to the kitchen. "Comin' right up! A feast for my lovely wife!"

Gaz felt her stomach carefully... yes! She'd GROWN. After scarfing down the huge plate of eggs, her stomach was rounder, heavier, wider... it was like she'd just hooked a pump up to herself and stuffed the food inside! "I've never eaten that fast before... I guess the kids really DO want... to... oh..." she trailed off in sudden realization, her eyes growing wide and a giant grin growing on her face.

"Oh!" she said again. They want to GROW!

"You say something?" Jason asked from the kitchen. Gaz's stomach rumbled like THUNDER in response, and she answered, "Just keep it coming! I think you're right... our kids are hungry!" She rubbed her stomach hard and whispered to it, "Don't worry guys! Mom's gonna make SURE you have whatever you want to eat!" She wondered in the back of her mind if the fact that they were using the charm to get Jason to feed her made her more accepting of being stuffed bigger... but that was nonsense! Gaz kept having to come up with excuses for herself NOT to get bigger!

I wanna be able to move: Well, Jason's wish for quadruplets had done away with THAT pretty quick.

I won't have any clothes that fit: Gaz found many of her bigger t-shirts just barely covered her at this stage, but it was enough! She filled every square inch of them with some belly to spare, always that wonderful gap between the edge of her overtaxed top and the elastic of her shorts... or these last few days, the struggling waistband of her panties.

We can't afford to have more than four: That might have been so... but they weren't multiplying. They were getting bigger!

I'm never gonna be able to give birth to them at this rate: A crazy desire was growing in the back of Gaz's mind, a wish to hold off the birth for as long as the charm's power would let her... forever if possible! At some point, she supposed, they'd just HAVE to come out... but until then...

No reason stood against Gaz's lucky charm and her desire to be so pregnant, so colossally, magnificently gravid that she'd dwarf every woman who had ever carried multiples in history! Gaz no longer wished to simply be big. She wanted to be the BIGGEST! As Jason entered with a stack of microwaved waffles that wobbled precariously atop a sea of syrup, Gaz felt her belly gurgling before she could even hear it. "I hope there's more where that came from!" she said hungrily, and dug in!

The waffles vanished down Gaz's throat with the flash of fork and knife and a muffled chewing sound. Gaz met Jason's gaze with needy eyes as she struggled to swallow the huge mouthfuls, and Jason seemed to take the hint. He turned on his heel and left the bedroom, and as Gaz ate more of the thick, sweet, gooey waffles she heard him calling for takeout. Hand pressed to her side, she felt her stomach's skin as she swallowed and felt a thrill when her belly swelled with every swallow. "Oof!" she only-half complained. "So good..." Maybe they've had enough, she wondered, but her thoughts were met by another loud rumble in her belly.

She rubbed across the curve of her stomach, as much of it as she could reach, and felt a warm tingle of joy. Oh you guys know what Mom likes! she thought to herself. Is this all for me, I wonder? Are you getting bigger so that I can get bigger? Whatever the reason, Gaz was loving it. Whatever you want! I can take it!

The smell of chinese food set her mouth watering again, and Gaz called out, "It's here! Go get the door!" Jason mumbled in amazement, "They've never been that fast before!"

"Hi, we're so sorry!" the delivery guy apologized as Jason opened the door. "We seem to have accidentally doubled your order! It's all here... just twice as much as you wanted!" He shrugged. "If you want it, I can give it to you for the price we quoted over the phone..."

"YES!" Gaz yelled. "Pay the man!"

Jason grinned as he fished for his wallet. "Here ya go," he said as he slid the bills into the delivery-man's hand and snatched the heavy boxes of food from him. When he re-entered the bedroom, Jason stopped in awe.

Gaz scooted her butt back to prop herself against the headboard, her legs stretched out on either side of her huge belly. Empty plates were stacked beside her, polished clean. Gaz herself had her hands folded expectantly atop her tummy, drumming its surface happily and wiggling her toes as she was filled with glee from being so tremendously large.

"You... you look so..." Jason tried to say, stammering.

"Big? Round? Full? Hungry?" Gaz prompted, grinning widely. "Pregnant? I'll even take heavy if that's what you're going for... but don't say 'fat'!"

"Gorgeous!" Jason finished breathlessly. "You just look... like you're meant to. Like this is exactly how you want to be!"

Gaz beamed a brilliant smile at him, while holding her hands out for the food. "Not quite... I'm still hungry!" But Jason had other ideas, and he knelt on the bed beside her, keeping the food out of arm's reach, and kissed her on the mouth. Surprised but happy, Gaz kissed him back... and the kiss lasted quite a while.

He drew back with a sigh of relief. "Mmm... you taste like syrup!"

Gaz felt her womb shifting, and under her caress it seemed to bulge even larger, though she knew it was an illusion caused by her "passengers moving about the cabin". They were getting antsy! "I think you woke them..." she whispered.

Jason leaned his head towards her belly, his hand rubbing her stretched, swollen womb, and Gaz heard him say, "You better be ready to feed all these guys... I mean, your boobs got a lot bigger, but are they gonna be enough?" As he spoke, Gaz felt her breasts filling from within, the skin pulling tight and stretching, her nipples feeling sore and tingly. Her t-shirt, having barely any give left in it to begin with, squashed them against her body, and though her breasts swelled with new milk they were contained and could only fill outwards. Atop the curved shelf of her belly, Gaz's bosom bulged into the only spaces available to it. Her cleavage deepened and filled her shirt, beginning to overflow from the low cut collar.

"I think I'll be fine," she said, looking down between her tits in amazement. Jeez! Talk about a dairy farm! I could feed TEN kids with these twins! Gaz poked the side of her breast and found it was packed so tight into her shirt that it was firm to the touch!

"Aren't you anxious to get them out already? You must be at least a LITTLE uncomfortable!" Jason asked her, his head still leaning against her belly.

"Well... you know when you get a really hard erection for a really long time and even if I'm making you feel good, it starts to ache? But it's an ache you can deal with, because you feel so good?" Gaz asked. When Jason nodded, she said, "That's exactly what it's like."

Jason grinned at her. "So you weren't joking when you told me you were into the whole preggo thing, huh? You must be LOVING this."

Gaz sighed and caressed her belly. "I sure am. Now gimme the damn Chinese food before I eat YOU." Jason faked terror with a cute little "Eeek!" and handed the food over... and sat back to watch in amazement. Gaz gulped and chomped, shoveled rice into her mouth with massive forkfuls, slurped noodles and saucy, spicy chicken with gusto. Every swallow caused her belly to stretch, that delicious ache she'd described getting stronger and stronger. She rubbed her hand across her stomach and wished, A little stretchier, don't wanna pop, and her wish became reality. Her stomach, though still as tight and full as ever, grew more elastic and Gaz found it became much easier to stuff her belly fuller.

She WAS enjoying herself, even getting a little horny at the awestruck admiration in Jason's eyes... when he said, "I could watch you do that all day!" with a big grin. Gaz felt her hunger multiply a hundredfold, and peered over the edge of the box of garlic chicken she was working on to see that he had his hand smack dab in the middle of her belly when he said it! "Oooooooh shit..." Gaz groaned as pangs of hunger cramped her belly. Don't start labor, don't start labor, she wished hurriedly. Sweet LORD I'm hungry...

"You're gonna have to get some more food while I eat this... I'm nowhere near full, honey," she said breathlessly. Jason nodded in agreement and made a move to get up... and sat back down.

"Go! HURRY!" she urged, but Jason looked confused.

"I'm... I'm trying! Every time I try to stand up my legs just go out from under me!" he said in a slight panic.

He wished to watch me eat all day, Gaz realized. He CAN'T get up! But what am I gonna eat then? she wondered as she chewed her chicken and sauce. Glancing down, Gaz noticed something new... the box was still full! Moments ago it had been half empty. Jason tugged at his own leg with both hands, trying to get it to move, when suddenly he felt compelled to let it drop and just turn toward Gaz. "I hope nothing's wrong with my legs... how's your food?"

Gaz resigned herself to fulfilling Jason's poorly-worded wish to watch her eat all day long. It was kind of a pain... she'd made plans that day! But also, it was kind of fun... she was growing in a different way, still all in her belly's record-breaking circumference. First the quads, then the milk... then eating myself to new sizes... if I didn't know better I'd think Jason was as much into my belly as I am! "Jason... do you like my belly, honey?"

Jason smiled happily at her, his misbehaving legs forgotten. "Yeah! A couple days ago I was trying to get my head around being a dad... I was rubbing your belly and I thought 'I just wish I felt the way she does about the whole thing' and it was like a switch went off in my head! I like how you look!"

Gaz couldn't believe her ears. "You... you wanted to feel the way I did," she said flatly, astonished. "So... does that mean.." she tried to hide her excitement as she blurted out, "you want me to keep getting bigger?"

Jason's eyebrows went up, but his smile never vanished. "Well, now that you mention it... I mean, you're gonna pop any day now... but yeah! Until they arrive, I could really enjoy watching you - "

"JASON!" Gaz shouted, interrupting him. "Just... stop rubbing my stomach until I hear what you're gonna say!" she gasped. She was getting really excited, but thankfully she'd checked if he was touching her tummy before he starting wishing again. Only a little confused, he removed his hand and finished, "...I could really enjoy watching you grow bigger?"

Gaz thought she might have had tears of joy in her eyes! "Um... good!" She tried to think of a way to fit it into the conversation, but didn't waste any effort as her sudden impatience grew! "Can I... ask you to rub my belly again?"

Jason chuckled. "Sure! Can't make up your mind, huh?"

Gaz barely whispered, "I think I just made up my mind for good!" as he rubbed her stomach. She leaned back and closed her eyes, loving the feel of it, of being so full, so round, of Jason's hands sliding over her shirt, wrinkling it and pulling it higher on her belly bulge. "Say it again, Jason?" she asked, heart in her throat. Here it comes! HERE IT COMES! she thought giddily.

"Say what again, babe?" Jason asked.

"What do you want me to do?" she sighed, and cradled her huge bump expectantly. And then he said it... and as the words left his lips, it HAPPENED.

"Grow!" Jason's hand was pushed a few inches higher by the swelling of Gaz's belly, and this time, his wish had been to see it! "Holy SHIT!" he said, and Gaz gripped her shirt tightly to stave off her sigh of pleasure.

Jason looked at her blissful face with a combination of concern, confusion and... did it? Gaz was sure his Gonna-Fuck-You-Silly face had made an appearance! "Did you just... I thought I saw..." he stammered. "You... you got..."

This time Gaz stroked the surface of her stomach and purred, "Bigger?" Her belly responded by inflating another few inches, stretching her shirt to its absolute limit! The image of Invader Zim was warped by the enormous bump it struggled to contain, his wacky green visage pulled wide in a giant grin that mirrored Gaz's own. She sighed again, her voice rising slightly at the very end of her growth spurt until she was moaning softly. "Aw yeah... oh so big..."

Jason stared and stared in amazement. "I.. don't believe it!"

Gaz's eyes flashed eagerly, and she shifted her weight from side to side. "Want another demonstration?" Her belly, now so large it obscured Jason's view of her thighs almost down to her knees (to say nothing of her underwear!) shifted with her, wobbling dramatically from side to side. Jason thought he could hear a deep rubbery stretching sound as she moved.

"You can just... grow bigger? On COMMAND?" he asked. There it was again! Gaz saw him getting hornier by the second, his eyes glued to her belly, and she felt her own arousal swelling in time with her body.

"I take requests too," she said huskily. "Wanna try me?"

And finally, FINALLY, (Gaz's heart hammered with anticipation, her breath getting shorter and shorter until she was nearly gasping at the arousal they both felt) Jason pushed her shirt up until it bunched under her now even bigger bust to expose her soft, pale skin. He rubbed his hands over it until he laced his fingers in hers, and she could hear his breathing getting faster as he get more and more turned on. His face was inches from hers, and she licked her lips hungrily... but this time she wasn't hungry for food. "Go on, baby," she whispered, her lips inches from his. "Tell me what you want... rub my belly and make a wish..."

He appeared to be collecting his thoughts, trying to find the perfect words, and Gaz's anticipation grew heavier and thicker (instead of her belly) with every second... and he looked up. "Do you want to hear it first, or just go with it?"

Gaz was thrilled! He's really doing this! she squealed in her mind. "Just say it! I don't even care... sky's the limit!" Actually the ceiling was the limit, but the topmost curve of her stomach had yet to grow higher than her line of sight (although it was getting closer by the minute). She had plenty of room in their bedroom and as it turned out, she'd need it. Jason rubbed with his hand and pressed his cheek to her full belly and said, "The better you feel, the bigger you get!" And with that he began to stroke and squeeze her all over, his hands moving in lazy, ticklish circles... until they slipped under her panties and began to pull them down her legs...

"Oh Jason!" she whispered, and felt herself getting hot. Is it gonna work? Is that wish even possible? she thought, until he slipped a finger inside her and began to tease and stroke away, and she just gripped the sheets and sank into the mattress as a slow buildup of pleasure bloomed inside of her... and with each teasing fingertip across her hot, wet flesh she felt her skin stretch ever so slowly larger around her womb. Jason was taking his time, and with one arm snaked under her giant belly to stroke her crotch he could only rub and kiss the side of her body as it inflated bigger... and bigger...

"Yes!" she gasped, rocking her hips away under her weighty stomach. "Oh God, Jason, don't tease me... faster!" Her shirt rolled up her body as her middle swelled too round for it to contain. The smooth, pale sphere emerged from her shirt and the creases of the sheets like a slowly, steadily inflating balloon. Jason, kissing her side with a devilish grin, just shook his head and kept up the pace, slow and steady.

"I just learned you've got a magic 'grow' button, honey... I'm gonna play with it! You really... need... to appreciate... the moment!" he said, punctuating each fragment with a hard, quick and tantalizingly skillful thrust of his fingers.

"AwwwwwwwWWH FUCK - ME!" Gaz cried as she felt her pussy grow wetter and clench greedily at his fingers. "It's so... it's better than it's ever... oh God make me bigger, Jason! I want you to make me so big!" She roamed the huge stomach before her with her fingers, every touch sending a bolt of pleasure into her core... and making her bigger and bigger! "SO BIG!"

NOW Jason was speeding up. "Hell yeah you're big... but not... BIG... ENOUGH!" he said while he began to finger-fuck Gaz with hard, targeted thrusts that rubbed and poked her G-spot while his thumb teased her clit. THAT did the trick. Every stroke seemed to add an inch to her belly, and Jason was thrusting his fingers in and out, driving the sensation higher and higher, bigger and bigger, and doing the same to her swollen body.

Gaz rocked and twitched, her body shuddered as she approached a climax. She started whispering with every thrust of Jason's fingers, every spurt of belly growth, "Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!" over and over, and with a high shriek of pleasure she felt the dam break and her pussy gushed over Jason's hand! "AWWWW FUCCCCKK!" she screamed, and continued to grind her hips down against his hand.

Jason pulled his hand out from between her legs and slid it up and over the massive swell of her womb. She'd doubled in size during their romp. Gaz bulged so big and round she looked like someone had rolled her into a snowman around her waist, although as her belly curved around her sides it tightened smoothly into her ribs and back. He ass was remarkably unchanged, as nice, round and firm as ever! Jason admired her whole body, and said, "You look so hot, honey!" when he pulled back suddenly. "Um, honey?"

Gaz was uttering tiny little gasps and moans as her pleasure melted away, leaving only a wonderful aching pressure... an ache that suddenly spiked. Her breathy moan turned into a groan as a ripple went through her huge belly. Jason could actually SEE it contract! "Is it time? Is it happening?" He started to run in little circles, the charm's hold on him no match for his fatherly panic.

"You guys... picked a hell of a time..." Gaz grunted, wincing as her huge belly clenched tight around its occupants. Suddenly she sat up and stared at the door, and then down at herself. "Oh SHIT!"

Jason stopped running in circles immediately. "What's wrong? Honey? Talk to me!" He hurried to her side and grabbed her hand tight. "You're going to be fine, we'll just head down to the hospital and..."

"Jason," Gaz said, still gasping slightly from her massive climax, "I'm not gonna fit through the DOOR."

Jason stared down at her enormous bump, and then at the doorway. "Um..." he looked back at her tummy. "Shit."

"Wish for them to be here!" Gaz hissed, bracing for another contraction. They shouldn't have been so close together so quickly, but then again she shouldn't have been so hugely pregnant in three weeks in the first place! She yanked Jason's hand to her belly and pressed it hard into her tight flesh. "WISH!"

"Uhh... I wish our kids were here already!" he blurted... and suddenly Gaz's belly tightened in another contraction... and kept tightening! Her eyes flew open as a rippling sensation fluttered through her middle and her body began to suck her huge belly inwards. Her skin wasn't loose or stretched... it just tightened and shrank until it was like she'd never gotten big at all!

"Oh my GOD!" she cried, and whacked Jason's arm. "What did you DO?!?!" Jason stammered helplessly when suddenly they were both bombarded by a new set of memories: Gaz screaming, sweat pouring down her face as she pushed hard, Jason dabbing her forehead and brushing aside her long, damp hair, holding the kids for the first time... two boys and two girls, the perfect combo. All four slept soundly in the nursery!

It was so fast! Gaz looked at her husband with tears of joy in her eyes, and saw the same happiness in Jason at their miraculous family. "Wow... I didn't think that would actually work!" she laughed.

Jason kissed her passionately. "You did great. You're going to be the best mom ever." He rubbed her flat stomach fondly. "Too bad you didn't get to stay at least a little bit big, even without being pregnant!" Gaz was about to agree when they both felt her belly slowly begin to round out under his hand. The charm was STILL INSIDE OF HER! She moaned at the feeling, unable to help herself as pressure grew in her belly and swelled it out six wonderful inches under her stretched-out shirt.

"Jason!" she said once she'd regained her composure, "LET GO OF ME WHILE YOU TALK!"

"Sorry!" he said, yanking his hand back. "I just thought you'd..."

Gaz patted her stomach and grinned widely. "Oh, you thought RIGHT. Just... gimme a break to adjust!" She kissed his cheek and grasped his hand tight, pulling him out of the bedroom to check up on their kids.

THE END?

I can see them now thanks!

PART THREE: THE PREGGO HATH SPOKEN

Her mouth seemed frozen in a perpetual yawn. Her hair was frizzy and uncombed. Her clothes were wrinkled. She had bruises on her arms and chest from being whacked by enthusiastic fists, not to mention the sore nipples from hungry gnawing. Four. Four little MONSTERS.

Gaz sighed unhappily. At least Jason had been sweet and forced her to get some fresh air, some quiet time to herself. The poor guy was probably up to his elbows in diapers and puke. And not to mention the fact that their kids seemed to have inherited some of their mom's powers.

Not the wish-making, of course. That might have actually been alright to deal with. No, Gaz thought, they're just able to grow at will. And that seems to be whenever they're MAD.

"We were NOT ready," Gaz sighed again as she strolled down the road. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Ah, air that didn't smell like it just came from a nest of wet shit, she marveled. I love them, I do, she reminded herself. That's the only reason I'm not running screaming down the road and leaving Jason to his miserable fate.

She supposed she was partially to blame too... although toward the end it had been Jason doing all the wishing for her belly to grow. She rubbed her soft middle and reminisced. Ah, back when they were inside... those were the days. And only four weeks ago, I wasn't pregnant at all! She kept the nagging wish that wanted to be cast from her mind. I won't wish them away! I don't care HOW tired I am.

Suddenly she realized she'd wandered into the farmer's market! The smell of fresh vegetables and mist earth filled her nose, and Gaz admired some of the wares. Too bad I didn't bring my purse, she thought. Some fresh corn-on-the-cob would be tasty... and then she noticed the beads at an inconspicuous table in the corner.

The scruffy man seemed to be doing his best to blend into the wall behind him and fade into the shadows under his umbrella. When he saw her start to walk right towards him he flinched and looked pale. "Um... hi there, pretty girl! Please take your time, ask me anything about my fine glass beads and leatherwork!"

"You! I didn't think I'd ever see you again!" she said. The man tensed.

"I don't know what you mean... we've never met before!" he chuckled, sweating visibly. "I'm new to the area and just want to sell my beads!"

"I accidentally stole a working good luck charm from you almost two months ago!" she insisted. It HAD to be the same guy. "It granted wishes!"

"That's quite a story!" he answered, laughing, and suddenly hissed, "Stop it! You're gonna get me thrown out of the market! They think I'm new!"

"Well... can I ask you about it quick, and then I'll go?" she said, feeling desperate. "I just wanna know if its wishes can be... not unDONE, but like reversed a little."

"Motherhood isn't what you thought?" he whispered, glancing around. "You sure looked thrilled before!"

Gaz felt herself blush a little. "Motherhood is good... I was really enjoying the pregnancy, and my husband and I got a little carried away making it go faster, and bigger... and now I've got four kids all of a sudden, I'm not pregnant, and I can't afford to go making myself round again because I've got so much to do..."

The man looked a little dazed. "You... you want to look pregnant, but not have any children?"

"No, no, I want my family, I just... I guess I want to know I can go back and let it happen naturally. They... they're kinda magically 'enhanced', and it makes them a handful."

"Well, if you used magic to make them grow faster, did you specify you wished it to end once they were born?" he asked her. Gaz clapped a hand to her forehead in a classic expression of dumbfounded frustration.

"That makes sense! So, do you think it would be possible to undo it? Make it normal?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Has the charm's power given you any reason to believe there's a limit to what it can do?"

"No... but if it's really limitless, why isn't there a Grand Emperor of the Whole Universe with a harem of a million virgins or something? I mean, at some point someone would wish for that, right?" she asked him.

"The charm only goes to those pure of heart and in need of a new chance at life. It's a tool for Good, although its use is fairly self-serving," he admitted, relaxing finally and conversing normally.

"So you really think it would work? Would make them normal? Just wish for a normal, full-term pregnancy?" she asked, her tired face brightening at last. Please say yes, she thought. Then not only would it solve my problems, but I'd get to be pregnant AGAIN!

"I can't say for certain, but I'd guess yes," the scruffy man answered. "In any event, you wouldn't lose them, you'd just have to wait to see them again. No harm done. Just make sure you keep them in the whole time and don't make it any faster!"

Gaz started rubbing her stomach and formed her wish in mind when the man suddenly stopped her. "What are you doing? Did you swallow the charm or something? That's BRILLIANT! It can't leave you now!"

She blushed. "It's not... it's not in my stomach. It's in my... err, my uterus."

The man stared at her middle with such longing Gaz felt sorry for him... but also a little weirded out. Holding out a hand, he asked cautiously, "Do you... would you mind if I made one last wish? Does it work if others do it?"

"What, you want to rub my belly?" Gaz asked, and inside she got a little excited. Oh man, I never did get the chance to have random people want to rub my belly! she thought. Seems like a funny thing to crave, but I just love the idea of being so big people just CAN'T RESIST! "S-sure..." She hiked up her shirt to expose her pale skin. In the four weeks since her expanding-wish adventure had begun, Gaz's trim waist had softened a bit. She guessed it was inevitable a mother to quads would have a bigger tummy even after giving birth, and to be honest she didn't mind it.

The scruffy man tentatively tapped the surface of her stomach and sighed, then glanced around his table. "Oh!" All his wares had vanished! He gave a startled yelp of panic before checking his cash-box and both he and Gaz were amazed to see it stuffed to the brim with money! "Wonderful! Oh, thank you, pretty girl! This will really help me out! I can't believe I sold them all!"

"Um, glad I could help!" Gaz said, feeling pretty good about helping the guy. Then she started to stroke her stomach in a small, slow circle and said out-loud, "I wish... I wish I was back being pregnant as if I never sped it up. I wish I was pregnant like NORMAL." Both of them waited for some outward sign that the wish had taken effect, but there was no noticable change in Gaz's belly.

"Look!" the salesman said, and pointed at the spot on her shirt that once was stained with puke... now completely clean! As he pointed, Gaz's cell phone went off and startled both of them! When she answered, Gaz was smote with a stream of frantic jabbering from Jason:

"Honey I don't know what happened I was looking right at them and they just FFFFT vanished into thin air and the photos are empty now and all the diapers are gone and I was LOOKING RIGHT AT THEM I SWEAR..."

"Jason! Calm down! I did it! I... I took them back!" She rubbed her stomach again and gave the salesman a thumbs-up, grinning widely.

*********

Walking back to the apartment, Gaz felt like she was glowing! She was just so HAPPY! Pregnant again, she thought to herself, grinning ear to ear. Hooray! She could have sworn she heard birds singing and music playing! The sun shone bright! People smiled and waved as she passed! It was like being in a musical.

She sighed with contentment and stroked her middle through the material of her shirt. She was also enjoying the satisfaction of being pregnant without expanding like crazy... not that she hadn't enjoyed it the first time! Gaz was just ready to take it slow, to grow bigger and bigger at a more natural pace.

But when she got home, she found out Jason wasn't as happy about it as she was.

"I like how you just decided you'd take them back. We're BOTH the parents here, I should make some decisions too! What if I thought it wasn't a good idea, huh?" he demanded.

"Do you think it's NOT a good idea? We were in WAY over our heads!" she replied.

"And whose fault was THAT? I wasn't the one who wished to have babies in the first place!" Jason yelled, his face turning red. Gaz scowled and stomped her foot, setting her impressive bosom quaking in the aftershock. "Hey! I didn't hear you complain when you wished for me to get as big as a house!" she yelled back.

"Like you didn't love EVERY SECOND OF IT," Jason said, his face inches from hers. They were both breathing hard.

"Hell yes I did!" she answered, and despite her anger somehow felt her hand slipping to Jason's waistband. His arms were wrapping around her to tug at the bottom edge of her shirt. "I LOVED being pregnant!"

All the anger had gone out of Jason's voice by this point, and as he pulled her shirt over her head and off her body he said huskily, "Well you're pregnant now..."

Gaz was stroking him through his clothes, gripping as much of his rock hard cock as she could through the material. Her other hand scrabbled at his pants button. "I'm pregnant," she moaned. "Jason, I'm so pregnant! I'm so hot right now you wouldn't believe..."

He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, pulling her hand free but grinding against her crotch. She could feel how warm and hard he was through both their clothes, and she moaned again, "Fuck me, please fuck me!"

Jason just let out a growl as he lifted her up and reached underneath her, sliding over her ass to grab the back of her pants and pulling them down her thighs... all while Gaz writhed and pressed her body to his and begged to get fucked. She pushed out her stomach as he ran his hands over her, grabbing her clothes and hungrily stripping them form her until she was naked on the floor!

"Honey..." he gasped, looking down at her... until she reached up, grabbed his hips and pulled him to the floor on top of her. "But... the bed..." he whispered while she tugged his member toward her wet, eager folds.

"Can't... make it..." she moaned, thrusting her hips slowly but fiercely, her hips shifting back and forth. She rotated her body under his, gyrating, pushing her breasts into his face and sticking her belly out as far as she could. "I need... this... right... NOW... here on the floor..." Jason's eyes were glazed as he stared at her middle while she twisted and thrust in time with his every stroke.

"It's going to be slow this time," Gaz murmured in his ear, grabbing his head in her hands and pressing his face to her shoulder. She could feel him licking her neck, stretching down to try to kiss her full, round breast, and she giggled. She rewarded him by quickening the pace of her rocking hips, and he groaned in growing pleasure as the pressure grew... "I'm gonna get bigger every day, slowly, slowly... my tits are gonna fill with milk..."

"Oh shit, honey..." he gasped.

"... my clothes aren't gonna fit... everything will be so TIGHT on me, on my ass, my boobs, my belly... oh and my bellybutton! I'm gonna get bigger, and rounder..." she felt herself getting wetter as she described it, felt her own climax approaching...

"Fuck, baby I'm gonna... I'm..."

"...and then one day my bellybutton's going to finally 'pop'! Right out like a nipple on my HUGE, ROUND BELLY!" she cried out, screaming the last words as she came. Gaz was aware Jason was cumming deep inside her, her hips still rocking of their own accord, her womb drawing it all in even though she was already pregnant. Her body was a machine meant to reproduce, and it was working at peak efficiency! She kissed Jason deeply, tasted his sweat on his lips, felt the wetness between them. She arched her back and pressed every inch of her middle to him and felt his cock twitch inside her. Gaz grinned.

It was going to be a fun nine months.

******* 3 MONTHS LATER ********

"Come ON!" Gaz stomped her foot as she looked in the mirror. She heaved a sigh, ate another heaping spoonful of ice cream and looked down at herself.

In only three months she'd grown a lot. And this time, the process was slow enough she could appreciate each change on its own rather than getting bombarded with the feeling of expanding all at once. For instance, she'd never had a chance to appreciate how the other parts of her body filled out in the beginning months of her pregnancy... a change that other women surely didn't admire as much as she did, but that Gaz herself reveled in.

Her "growin' shorts" as she called them, had a nice stretchy waistband and were baggy around her hips at the start of Gaz's pregnancy, but in the weeks that had passed she noticed the feel of the well-worn material rubbing her hips more and more. Cocking her hip to one side she admired the curve, and turning slightly she caressed that curve all the way behind her to cup one round, firm buttock with a hand still cool from holding the pint of ice cream. "Nice!" she giggled, shaking her ass up and down.

Unlike a sudden surge of cellulite, Gaz was pleased to note her swelling body seemed to get larger in a thin, smooth, soft layer of cushioning fat. She didn't just BULGE out... every additional inch blended into her body and added to the whole package. Those changes had passed her by completely unnoticed last time, so taken was she by the growth of her belly.

But that wasn't to say her belly hadn't grown at all. When she'd made her wish to have her pregnancy progress normally, as if she'd never wished before, that put her at two months from the very start (since it had been a whole two months since her first fateful wish, that horny daydream in the food court). Now five months gone, with four lives growing inside her, Gaz's tummy bulged from her midsection. She admired how this time it seemed not to be completely rounded, but curved away from her front in a gentle slope. It was thickest at the bottom, and here was where she let the stretching waistband of her shorts lie, a hair's breadth away from the top of her underwear and allowing her whole belly to sit free.

So why was she so irritated? Jason might have mumbled something about hormones if she asked him, but by now he was wise to her tricky phrases and abrupt pillow attacks when he answered poorly. He was busy at work, filing papers and the like, while Gaz had the afternoon to just bask in her awesomeness and eat.

And BOY do I eat, she thought to herself as she scraped the last of the ice cream from the container. The cats look nervous I might come after THEM next! She grinned and waved at Woodstock, who just stared at her wide-eyed and head cocked. Ga returned her attentions to her belly as she put down the ice cream and picked up the lotion. Moisture, shmoisture, I just love to rub my belly! she thought, and beamed as she set to work covering her pale, stretched skin. She cooed at the feeling of her own hands sliding over her skin, rubbing and pushing against the swell of her middle and making her sigh in pleasure.

And then her fingers grazed her bellybutton and she got irritated again. Grrr... she thought, fingering the shallow depression in her tummy. It was one blemish on her otherwise wonderful belly! What are you waiting for? POP OUT! she thought, and pushed her belly out, forcing her bellybutton even shallower, pulling the skin across her middle tighter. She let out her breath with a strained "Whoo!" and her stomach shrank back down... "Dammit."

Committing to the "no wishing" rule was hardest when it came to stuff like this. Gaz wanted nothing more than to rub her belly and wish her stomach would grow bigger and tighter, until that sensitive nub would pop forth and she could tease it with her fingers, poke and prod it... Jason could kiss it...

On the other hand, the frustration she felt could be burned off in very entertaining ways... feeling very naughty, Gaz let her hands roam her body a little more freely, pulling her clothes tight across herself. Her shirt stretched around her side, bulging oddly as she slid her elbow inside and snaked her hand down her front, inching it across her swollen tummy and forcing her shoulders back. Gaz leaned her head back, sighing happily while her hand slithered across her sensitive skin...

Jason had once wished that the better Gaz felt, the bigger she'd get... and it seemed the opposite was true as well! The bigger she got... the better it felt. The more her body grew, the more sensitive her body became, the easier it was to get off just by touching all over, just by imagining even! "Yes... oh yes..." Gaz purred, the hand not trapped under her clothes snagging fistfuls of her clothes and pulling them tight around herself. The tighter her clothes felt, the bigger she imagined herself being... "Yesssss..." she cooed, and finally dipped her hand lower, yanking her waistband down and slipping inside...

"Th-that's the spot... oh yeah..." she moaned, and arched her back, presenting her swollen front to an invisible lover. Her fingers tickled and teased her belly, tugging her shirt inch by delicious inch up her body until it was once again free from covering. As she stroked its round surface, she could feel only excitement to get bigger... I can't wait until my bellybutton pops, until I can't see my toes, she thought. Can't wait! But she knew she'd have to... which was quickly becoming part of the fun. Every day was another step closer to motherhood, another three big meals to feed her growing body! The anticipation was killing her... and at the same time, driving her wild!

Only four months left, she thought as she relaxed atop the covers.

****** TWO MONTHS LATER********

*huff - hah - huff - hah* Gaz breathed hard as she pumped her arms and lifted her knees. Only one block, then I can sit down, she reminded herself. Don't go jogging all the way down the street and end up stranded and exhausted like before.

The exercise was her doctor's idea. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been pregnant before!" she'd exclaimed. "Resting IS important, but you're progressing so smoothly I think it's safe to add some exercise to your routine... staying in shape is the best way to ensure a fast, easy birth and minimize complications. A short walk or some yoga should do the trick, nothing too strenuous mind you! You ARE responsible for five lives, including your own of course!"

And so Gaz found herself - well, not exactly JOGGING, but not just plain walking either - hustling down the block. Rounding the corner, she saw the familiar sight of the farmer's market and grinned, removing her headphones and walking up to the table of beads. "Heya Howie," she greeted the salesman, with whom she was now on a first name basis. He waved cheerfully before resuming work on his newest creation: some kind of wampum belt.

"Mind if I take a break here?" she huffed, cradling her seven-month stomach gently. Her workout outfit left her middle exposed, and her tight skin shifted and tugged as the contents of her womb moved around. "There's a territorial dispute going on right on top of my kidneys."

"Oh go right ahead..." Howie hopped to his feet and offered her his chair, which she accepted gratefully. "Seven months! You must be ready to have it done with, eh?"

Gaz rubbed her swollen belly fondly. "No way!" She cradled her womb in her arms, her legs splayed out beneath it and shifting back and forth. "Oh it's just... it's the best feeling. I've wanted this all my life."

Howie smiled as he saw customers approaching his table. "You stay as long as you like... you're good for sales!"

Gaz raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Certainly! Everyone loves to come chat to a pregnant woman... and when they come to chat, they see my crafts, I make a sale here and there... every time you visit I make money!" he laughed good naturedly. Howie had certainly warmed up to her in the months following her "theft" of his lucky charm, but now Gaz could see it was because she'd taken it's place!

Gaz smirked and stuck her tummy out proudly. "We ought to charge for lucky belly rubs!" she joked, when suddenly both she and Howie stopped laughing and stared at each other.

**********

"LUCKY BELLY RUBS! JUST FIVE BUCKS! HAND SANITIZER FREE OF CHARGE!" Gaz shouted from her stool. Howie scuttled back and forth collecting the cash and trying to keep watch on his beads at the same time, but it was clearly more than he could handle alone. After all, neither of them had quite expected the idea to be so... popular!

"You don't need to shout, you know. Just about everyone who walks by has stopped here! We've got a LINE, for heaven's sake!" Howie gasped.

Gaz grinned widely. "Well, you can't argue with results! Word spreads fast about a REAL lucky charm, you know."

Howie only looked a little nervous. "That's what worries me... you're granting wishes to ANYBODY who walks up to you! Who knows what might happen?"

"Well that hasn't stopped you from taking their money!" Gaz reminded the man, who blushed. "Besides, we've both owned the charm. We're aware of the wishes as they're made... the fake memories don't fool us!"

"That's true, I suppose..." Howie mumbled, then put on a huge grin and welcomed the next wish-maker (and possibly, bead-buyer).

And so it went. Howie let her stay at his table so she wouldn't have to get one of her own and she let him take a percentage. The best part of the whole setup was that once people realized they ACTUALLY got their wishes, Gaz had plenty of repeat customers! Even so, there was some downtime during work hours that she used to knit and help Howie with bead patterns. He was actually getting really good!

As time went on, Gaz found she could hear the wishes in her head as they were made! Just a couple inches longer... was the first one, and she'd snorted her green tea, and made the guy touching her tummy blush furiously! Of course, he blushed even more when the wish came true and she was forced to hold up her ring finger and shoo him away.

I wish my stupid boss would jump up his own ass... "Tell me how that one goes!" she'd said, curious just how that could happen.

That promotion... I really need the money...

Wish I could lose this weight...

I wish I never had to buy another gallon of gas! The look on the guy's face as his car fell apart in the street was priceless. Gaz had gestured to Howie's handmade sign: NO REFUNDS FOR DUMB WISHES.

I wish Stephanie would notice me...

I wish every time that asshole even THINKS about another woman he goes completely limp! Let's see him crawl back to me NOW! Gaz was more surprised by the prim and proper dress of the woman wishing than the wish itself!

I wish I could forget what I saw in my boss's office last week... the nightmares won't stop!

And so it went. Until the day the other girl showed up.

*********

I wish I could be as big and pregnant as HER!

Gaz froze and stared at the pale girl who trembled in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Her slender arms were wrapped around her middle, clutching eagerly and, Gaz was certain, checking for any sign of swelling. She knew the feeling, after all. Checking to see if Howie was in earshot, she whispered, "Don't wish 'em bigger or they'll be magically-enhanced terrors."

"Oh! Y-you can tell what muh-my wish was?" the girl stammered, blushing furiously. "Forget it, I-I'll think of something else..."

"Honey," Gaz grabbed her hand and smiled warmly. "I KNOW the feeling. Don't worry, you're not the only girl who, y'know, likes the idea."

Behind her round glasses the girl's eyes boggled. "You mean... you wished? Does that mean I'LL be able to..."

Gaz shook her head. "No, there's a lucky charm, it's a whole complicated thing. I just wanted to let you know... I thought I was kind of a nut for being so into myself before I learned it's not so weird."

"Th-thanks! It all started one time I was at the zoo and we learned this thing about elephants..."

Gaz grinned. "Yeah, pregnant for two whole YEARS!"

Without realizing what they were doing, both women stroked Gaz's belly and said, "I wish that were ME!" before Howie shouted, "No, WAIT!" and their eyes widened as they both realized what they'd done.

"Oh crap! Jason's gonna KILL ME!" Gaz said, mostly to herself, while the other girl just stared at her own belly in shock, wonder... and joy! She clasped Gaz's hand in her own, and Gaz looked up to see the girl with grateful tears in her eyes.

"Thank you! THANK YOU!" she cried.

Gaz tried to smile, but right at that moment she got kicked in the bladder. "See if you feel like thanking me in seven months, kiddo!" she replied.

*********

"TWO YEARS?" Jason gurgled. "TWO... wait, from NOW?"

"I don't think so... that means only about a year and half to go!" Gaz said cheerfully. "Honestly, Howie said he doesn't think it's gonna be that bad. We didn't speed anything up, just extended things."

"Yeah, but... but... I mean, are they gonna grow SLOWER, or just BIGGER the longer it goes? When they come out are they gonna be all sleepy and late for everything? They're going to be TODDLERS when they're born!" Jason was turning an amazing shade of purple.

"I think we're lucky the wish was worded the way it was. They could have turned INTO elephants. Hell, I could have turned into an elephant. To be honest, I think the charm gave us a break on this one... you should have seen that guy's car!" she giggled. She slid closer to him on the couch, pressing her stomach against him and sighing dramatically. Gaz squeezed her arms together to push her boobs closer to each other and pouted her lips, licking them. "Besides... it's not all bad, is it? More time for me to grow... and grow... more time for you to watch me get big and round..."

Suddenly Jason was purple and gurgling for a whole other reason.

As Gaz shifted herself closer to where Jason sat on the couch, he slipped his arm around her waist and up her back, stroking her side and the small of her back under her shirt. She tilted her head, eyes closed and smiling, as with his other hand he pushed the long strands of her dark hair from her neck and shoulder and began to kiss her throat. "Mmmm..." she hummed, and she arched her back to press her body against his chest.

Gaz teased Jason's front, only the lightest touches across his shoulders, his chest, and the muscles of his arms as he wrapped her up in them and kissed his way around her neck and ear. He barely made a sound, but she could feel him get goosebumps when she touched him and knew he was only getting warmed up. His hand around her back pulled her closer, smooshing her round belly between them and squeezing the breath out of her.

"Oof! Watch the lungs..." she muttered, her eyes still closed. Gaz took Jason's other hand from her shoulder and moved it down her front, pressing it to her breast which he squeezed enthusiastically, then lower to the swell of her stomach. He stroked her roundness lovingly, up one side, across the top, down the front to tweak her bellybutton... and lower still! Gaz gasped in surprise and pleasure as he hooked his hand beneath the elastic of her pants and cupped the underside of her belly... but then Jason's hand stopped!

Gaz grumbled a little as Jason continued to tease her, his hand pressed to the underside of her tummy, INCHES from where she wanted him to tease and stroke with his fingers. It did feel nice though... he slid his hand around the stretched waistband of her maternity pants, cupping the swell of her. His other hand began to slide her shirt free, pulling it up her body and exposing inch by delicious inch of her. She lifted her arms and Jason pulled the shirt off her and got to work on her bra, nuzzling her cleavage and kissing her everywhere he could reach... and once the bra was tossed aside his hands came to stroke up her sides and rub her stomach.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him touch her stomach more, each squeeze and caress worshipful. She felt so sexy! Gaz leaned back to enjoy the feeling of Jason's hands and kisses for a few minutes, and she breathed a happy sigh when he put his mouth over her nipple, licking and sucking away. "Ohh yes..." she murmured, her pleasure growing... but soon the fondling wasn't enough!

As Gaz had gotten bigger, they'd made adjustments to their lovemaking. By now they were both pros at the new pregnant positions, so when she shifted to lay on her side and began tugging at her pants Jason immediately knew where things were headed. He gently helped her remove her pants, then her underwear...

And then Gaz was moaning, her arms gripping the armrest of the couch while she rocked herself back and forth in time with him. She could feel her belly pressing into the fabric upholstery of the seat she was so round already, and it only made her feel fuller, sexier... she felt her inner muscles gripping Jason hungrily, rippling over him while he grabbed her hips and helped her move back and forth. "Deeper... oh YES baby..." she gasped. A year and a half more of THIS? Sign me up! Gaz thought and she felt herself lose the battle not to climax, the engorged folds of her sex pouring such an overwhelming onslaught of sensation that her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

And she wasn't the only one enjoying her pregnancy...

**********

The girl from the farmer's market was named Sarah, and at that very moment she too was enjoying a vigorous fucking. Since she was much less encumbered by an enormous belly, Sarah was fucking much faster than Gaz (although if we're comparing it must be noted that Gaz was cumming much harder - the body's changes while swollen with child were, in her case, all bonuses).

Sarah and her lover were covered in sweat. She felt as though she had a fire between her legs she was so hot! As she pushed him down and thrust her hips on top of him, hands on his chest and head thrown back, she felt her juices literally soaking her! She could feel trails of her own slippery fluids painting the inside of her thighs and the merest touch of her lover's skin seemed to prompt another spray of the stuff! Sarah was incoherent with lust, practically barking at the moon as she pushed her man closer and closer to orgasm, but if she'd been forming words they could have been "CUM... IN... ME..."

For the charm had interpreted her wish to "be as big and pregnant as HER" in quite an interesting fashion. Although to the human listener the "HER" in question had obviously been the quadruplet-bearing Gaz directly in front of her... the mischief of the charm had gone a bit broader. Instead of getting as pregnant as the one woman in front of her at the time, Sarah was about to learn that the charm intended her to be much, much more pregnant than that. Every woman she'd passed that day (be it in traffic, at work, or just walking in the street) with a full womb had added to the total number she was to bear, no matter the duration of the individual woman's pregnancy.

Which was one of the reasons Sarah was so lusty... she had enough pregnancy hormones for literally dozens of women. She was actually kind of lucky. The hormones in question may have made her vomit nonstop for days at a time, may have caused her blood vessels to bulge and her joints to swell. Instead they just made her literally the horniest woman alive!

Sarah panted as she felt her climax pause abruptly and drove down harder on her poor partner's cock in frustration. Still wordless in the expression of her lust she could only groan, "Unnnngh!" while she attempted to climb that hill of pleasure and ride the roller-coaster down to Orgasm Town... but the charm's magic would have none of it. Her limbs felt rubbery, her back's strength went out, and she collapsed atop her man, his hot stiff prick still buried inside of her with her hips still rocking on top. Sarah lifted her ass and slapped it back down, the sweat and cum making the sound even louder, but soon even that was too exhausting.

"Yyyyyuh... you... onnntopame... fffffffuck..." she managed to moan what her body craved: the ideal position for impregnation.

Suddenly she found herself on her back and all her energy returned! Crying out in joy as the climax she'd felt building crashed into and through her body, she grabbed his hips and bucked against him, tilting her hips and sucking his cock deep inside. The tendons in her neck stood out, her eyes opened wide, her mouth seemed to lose all motor control and her tongue dangled from her blissed-out grin! Sarah's breasts bounced as she twisted and wormed her way through her orgasm only to resume bucking beneath her lover! Her short, incoherent gasps for him to fuck her did not go unheeded - he got the gist.

His arms started to grip her harder, his thrusts lost their steady tempo, and Sarah's excitement grew! Her mind, lost in the fog of pleasure exuded by their very pores, snapped to the present, and she almost bit her tongue as she gritted her teeth in a joyous smile! THIS IS IT! she thrilled! CUM FOR ME! KNOCK ME UP! MAKE ME...

"PREGNANT!" she screamed, and suddenly she was in midair! Her mind didn't even have the time to be confused - instinct took over and she had her arms in front of her before her head connected with the bedroom floor... the bedroom? But we were... were in the living room...

The identity of her lover escaped her as her body lay on the floor, shivering in the afterglow of a string of orgasms she'd never experienced in a row before! Slowly, her sleep-addled mind grasped the truth... it had been a dream! That was why she couldn't remember the face of the guy she'd been fucking!

Sarah groaned in frustration and felt her hips shaking as she almost began humping the piles of bedsheets around her. God I was so CLOSE! I've never cum so hard in my LIFE.

Despite the energy of the climax that woke her up, once she was tucked back into bed Sarah drifted off to sleep, hoping that at least she'd be able to have that amazing sex dream again... and as she drifted off her hands went to her middle, cupping the slight bulge there that pushed her loose t-shirt up.

And as she fucked the dream-lover again and sighed happily in her sleep, that bulge swelled a fraction larger.


********** ONE YEAR LATER **********

"Pass me another one please!" Gaz asked, waving her hands helplessly towards the heaping plate of food. Jason handed Gaz another burger, engrossed in the book he was reading. Gaz chewed happily and tapped her fingers on the drumtight surface of her stomach. From the top of head to her shoulders, she was the same dark haired girl as always. It was once the eye descended to her chest and down (as the eye can't seem to help itself) that the incredible change became apparent. Gaz's breasts were full and firm, taught with the sheer volume of milk they'd grown to contain, but not, it seemed, prepared to part with just yet. Try as she might, Gaz was unable to alleviate the pressure, which only resulted in her nipples being sore and reddened. They sat atop the shelf of her stomach, constant companions who stared up at her with pale, dumbstruck faces. And beneath them...

Gaz could only really see the top quarter of her belly. It jutted proud, firm and full from her middle, a blanket tossed over the top of it to preserve a little of what modesty she had left. It stuck out past her breasts, even dipping slightly as if it had grown so large it was separating from her body, only to rise up once past the shelf of her chest, a small round mountain of flesh. Propped up on her cushions and headboard, Gaz could only splay her legs and let the bottom of her massive womb sit heavily between her knees. If she wanted to (and she often did) she could actually wrap her arms and legs around her own stomach and hug herself. Her feet wiggled at the ends of her legs, far out of sight for months now. As long as they don't go numb, Gaz thought, I don't even miss 'em.

She grinned at the cherry on the sundae, her protruding bellybutton sitting high on her stomach and pointing nearly straight up. She stretched the hand not currently tearing into a cheeseburger out as far as it could go and barely grazed it with her fingertips. Now THAT'S what I'm talking about! This is the life! she thought.

Of course it wasn't totally wonderful. Washing and going to the bathroom were a huge (she smirked at the thought) hassle. And she seemed to eat her pre-pregnancy weight on a daily basis. But the charm had seen to most of the discomforts of being so in-humanly gravid. Despite her petite frame and the sheer weight of her womb, Gaz only had a little difficulty getting herself up if she wanted. Her legs certainly felt stronger. Not that I can even see them and check, but I'll bet they're stronger. Her whole body felt full not just with young but with energy, brimming with a jittery power that let her move about when she'd normally be bedridden.

Plus, the income for giving out bellyrubs took care of the food bill and THEN some. They still made their way to the table as often as they could, bringing Jason along now for assistance opening doors and the like. And bless his heart, Jason didn't seem put out at all. He was such an understanding guy!

"Another one please!" she called out, crushing the empty wrapper in her fist.

"What's the password?" Jason asked playfully. She saw his eyes twinkling with mischief behind the book cover.

"Is it 'Give me a burger or I'll sit on you'?"

"Nope."

"Is it 'No seriously, give me a burger'?"

"Wrong again!"

"Love, don't be a dick."

He stood, passed her a burger and kissed her on the cheek. She stared at him, confused. "The password was DICK?"

"No... it was LOVE, you giant pregnant horndog! Jeez you've got a one track mind!" he laughed.

Gaz wiggled back and forth happily while she got to work devouring the next burger. "Awwww, you're so sweet! How'd I end up with a great guy like you to take care of me when I'm so knocked up?"

Jason shrugged and grinned widely. Their fingers wove together, and they traced small circles on top of her enormous belly together.

"Just lucky I guess."

PART ONE

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Claire woke up with a groan and rolled onto her front to shut off her alarm clock. Her arm folded under her as she twisted, and she felt her belly press against her arm, skin to skin since her loose t-shirt had slipped up her body to expose her torso to the air. She slapped the clock and remained pretzeled for a minute more, just lying on her front with her chin buried in her pillow, sleepy eyes blinking... she felt her sore breasts squashed against the sheets.

No morning sickness, thank God, she thought to herself, and she curled her fingers into fists as a yawn built up in her chest and popped out her mouth... and then she froze! Her curling fingers on her right arm, twisted underneath her still-slight bump, had grazed the surface of her panties! Claire was never big on masturbating... but the wave of fuzzy pleasure that oozed from between her legs at the slightest touch of her fingers aimed to change that!

No time! she groaned, even as she slipped her hand under her panties and began to slowly stroke her warm flesh. Gotta... go... to... school... she reminded herself and tried to resist. Fuck I'm getting wet quick! Goddamn hormones!

She really didn't have a minute to spare, so with a whimper of dissatisfaction Claire pulled her fingers free and slid off the bed to get ready for her last semester of senior year at McClane High School. Everything about what should have been a triumphant end to her high school career as a cheerleader and girlfriend of the football team captain was dissatisfying! Lance Orson had gotten her knocked up and dumped her just as quickly! Claire would have liked to pursue legal action against him, but she hadn't even admitted it her parents yet... AND the asshole had left the country! He was doing a semester abroad in Italy of all places, and he'd broken up with her with a DAMN TEXT MESSAGE.

As she sat up her modest tummy bulged from her middle like she'd eaten a big lunch, and she felt just... weird looking at herself. It was hard to describe. Like there was something building up inside her she couldn't see... probably just a psychological reaction to having something GROWING inside her she couldn't see.

And since she couldn't get out of class with a pass to train with the cheer squad, she was stuck doing Advanced Bio and hoping the pervy Mister Dawson could keep his eyes off her tits long enough to finish the lesson. She snagged the baggiest shirt she could find to hide her belly and got ready.

*******

"Heya Claire, did you HEAR?" Meg bounced joyfully alongside Claire as she stalked purposefully towards her locker and tried to ignore the bubbly, friendly nerd. "Mister Dawson DIED."

Claire stopped in her tracks. "No way!" she blurted, well aware that conversing with Meg was going to bring her position in high school society down even further than being eighteen and pregnant would. "So is class cancelled?" she asked hopefully.

"Naw, thank God!" Meg grinned, blushing furiously and obviously pleased to be talking to someone so popular. "They got a substitute from ACC to come. I guess none of the others here could teach Advanced Bio!" She stammered, her carefully planned breaking news now exhausted, and finished weakly, "We could be lab partners! If you need someone to do your work for you..."

Claire shook her head quickly. "No, I've got Dave Carson as my lab partner," she said, thankful she'd nabbed the desperately horny geek years back. "He'd be REAL unhappy if I swapped. We've got a good thing going."

Meg blushed again. "I guess you didn't hear... Dave kinda went to fat camp over the break. He's... well, see for yourself!" She pointed behind Claire.

Claire turned and saw a tall, lean, bronze-skinned dreamboat striding down the hall and felt all that pent-up energy from the morning's brief masturbation send her loins burning. "THAT'S Dave? Holy SHIT!"

"Heya Claire," Dave waved as he passed. "Oh, I think I'm gonna help Tina Jameson this year. Sorry, I just feel like she could use the extra help..." he grinned widely. Tina was well-known for giving great blowjobs out like free candy to those in their class deemed desirable by a panel of girl judges. That WHORE! Claire had to bite back a scream of frustration, all while staring at Dave's ass and feeling herself getting even wetter down below.

"If I don't get fucked soon I'm gonna scream," she muttered, and Meg did a double take. Claire felt herself blushing as she realized she'd spoken it out loud and Meg had heard it.

"Umm... I'll see you in class! Claire?" Meg mumbled sheepishly.

"What?" Claire answered, bored already.

"Th-thanks for talking to me today!" Meg beamed an overjoyed smile and trotted away, books in hand. What a DORK, Claire thought angrily. She makes me so ANGRY. It's not like it's HARD to dress yourself nicely when you're not... getting bigger every day! she bemoaned the expansion of her uterus and all the super-cute clothes she'd never have the opportunity to blow the boys' minds with this year. And next year it's ACC for a business degree, and after that... Claire had little illusions of maintaining her social status outside of high school. Probably working at the mall's yogurt stand. They were always looking for help and never seemed to go out of business despite the one time that lady had almost eaten all their stock.

Better go find a good seat for the sub to ogle me from, she thought bitterly, and slammed her locker door shut.

*******

The new teacher was a woman! She introduced herself as Miss Idenfield, and as she stood to write on the chalkboard an audible gasp rippled throughout the class.

She was the biggest pregnant woman Claire had EVER seen. Holy shit, am I gonna get THAT big? she thought, panicking. Ms. Idenfield had to bend at the waist to keep her bump from erasing the chalkboard in front of her! She couldn't carry her book in front of her, she had to balance it atop her belly! Her blouse was pulled tight and tucked securely into a no-nonsense skirt, but Claire could see every movement slid that tight cloth higher on the huge bulge of the teacher's stomach. Oddly, she felt herself holding her breath to see a sliver of the teacher's stretched skin, and that weird bubbling feeling inside when she looked down at her own tummy grew stronger inside.

Claire heard the bell ring in no time at all, and realized with a shock that she'd spent the entire period fixated on Ms. Idenfield's enormous baby-making belly! What the hell is wrong with me? she thought.

"So I'll work on the homework and just give you a copy before class tomorrow?" Meg asked, as if they'd been holding a conversation the entire class. For all Claire knew, she'd been answering the girl! That big belly had hypnotized her to the point where she couldn't remember a thing the woman had said!

"Uh, yeah that'd be great," Claire said, and offered a nervous smile to Meg, who looked like someone had just handed her a Nobel prize.

"Okay! S-see you tomorrow, Claire!" she squeaked, and she was off down the hall to her next class.

Claire sat there stunned and confused. Everything is all weird... Dave is hot, I'm talking to Meg, I got fucking DUMPED, and now all I can think about is... a FEMALE teacher? That funny bubbly feeling was even stronger inside her, and it dawned on Claire why it seemed so damn familiar.

She was getting TURNED ON.

"Oh my God," Claire muttered, her eyes wide. It was like everything in her entire life just clicked and she realized why she put so much effort into her appearance, on superficial things... why she hated everyone and herself most of all... why she'd stopped bothering to think about the future or reflect on the past at all. She was in the CLOSET. She was GAY! "I... I couldn't... but I... oh... my God!" she murmured again, and she felt so overwhelmed she had to run from the class and make a beeline for the bathroom before someone saw her. She almost knocked Ms. Idenfield on her ass as she sped past.

"Goodness!" the teacher said, startled. "I hope she's not getting sick! If I even smell vomit again it's gonna set me off.." she mumbled to herself, while pressing her hands into the small of her back and arching it as far as she could go. The pose made her look as though her stomach was growing larger very quickly, and her shirt slid uselessly up her belly until it flapped free of the waistband of her skirt. A muffled KRIK sounded as she managed to pop her hip. "Oh that felt good..." she sighed. A long time to be on my feet for being seven months gone with twins, she reflected. Looking around the classroom before closing the door, she noticed Claire had left her purse! She reached out a slender hand to grab it, and turned to the bathroom to return it to the girl.

*******

Claire wiped her eyes and sniffed, when suddenly she heard the door open and did her best to stay perfectly still and silent.

"Claire?" Ms. Idenfield called. "Did I see you go in here? You left your purse in the classroom!"

Claire cursed inwardly. Dammit!

"Guess not," the teacher muttered to no one in particular. "Ooooh, good thing I stopped here..." and Claire heard her heels clack the tiles, saw the teacher's swollen ankles hurry into the stall next to hers. A short, frantic shuffled of clothes across clothes, a loud ZIP from an overworked zipper that strained to contain the teacher's girth, and then Ms. Idenfield moaned with relief in a soft, sexy voice.

Claire's heart was hammering in her chest. Is she peeing... or...? It sure didn't SOUND like anything was dropping into the toilet. Ms. Idenfield's breath caught and she made a quiet sigh of pleasure. "Haaahhhh... ohhhhh that's nice..."

Before she was aware she was doing it, Claire's fingers slipped into her skirt. She pressed her head to the side of the stall carefully, doing her best to keep her own heavy breathing silent, and a thrill of potent energy ran through her as she began to tease herself. Her pussy was SOAKED, juices dribbling along the inside of her thighs and soaking into her panties, and it only made Claire hotter! Oh God I'm wet for the teacher, she thought, and almost as if she was responding to the girl's thoughts Ms. Idenfield sighed again, "That's good... ohhhh..."

On the other side of the stall's partition, Claire would have been mortified to know that Ms. Idenfield wasn't masturbating at all, but massaging her feet! The sighs of relief were no less blissful... but nowhere near as steamy as Claire's feverish imagination was making them! "Oh yeah, that's what Mommy needs!" the teacher purred. "Too bad I can't make the students do that FOR me!" she chuckled, and as she laughed she drowned out the pained moan of desire that popped free of Claire's lips. Without another word, the teacher zipped her skirt back up (sucking in as much as her twin-sized womb would allow) and waddled out the door.

Claire, certain she was now alone, began to finger fuck herself like crazy, slapping her wrist against the inside of her thighs and sending a mixture of her cum and sweat flying to land on the dirty bathroom floor. Oh God, that was... even at his BEST Lance never made me feel that... that HOT... oh I'm gonna fucking cummmm... she thought, and blurted out, "I'm cumming! I'm... arrrrgh! I'm gonna... HUNGHHHH..." every thrust building the pleasure instead of topping it off. She lifted her leg to press her heel against the side of the stall, angling her hips and giving her a bigger space inside to churn with her delicate fingers' heavy petting. Her body began to tremble as her orgasm approached, building and building as she ran the mental image of Ms. Idenfield in the exact same position.

"FUCK! FUCK YES!" she cried, and felt a tear fall from the corner of her eye and roll down her cheek. So much time, so many opportunities wasted! How she wanted a second chance to go through high school and do it right, to be herself and ask other girls on dates. To never get knocked up by that idiot Lance. To... but then her mind went blank and she came, squirting her juices in a tall arc and slamming her foot into the door of the stall over and over, spasming uncontrollably.

The door burst outward, such was the violence of Claire's orgasm, and as her vision cleared she noticed Meg standing at the sink with wide, shocked eyes.

*******

She never caught up to Meg! By the time Claire had straightened her skirt and adjusted her shirt to make certain she didn't advertise her pregnancy to the whole school, the bookworm had vanished from the hallway!

"Shit! Shit!" Claire muttered over and over that night, in her room alone. She'd stripped down to her underwear because it was so hot in the house, and since her tits had swollen she'd slipped out of her bra too. "What am I gonna do? I can't believe I was worried about people finding out I'm pregnant... NOW they're gonna think I'm a sex maniac!"

The irony was she was fingering herself again as she worried. That clenching, fuzzy feeling twisted in her belly like a hungry beast that could only be fed with pleasure. Probably hormones, she told herself. In fact, she pondered, I'm probably not even gay. It's just a hormonal thing. That's all. Just my libido going haywire because I'm so pregnant... so knocked up... getting... bigger... big, round belly... The image of Ms. Idenfield entered her mind, and from then on she had little doubt if she wasn't completely gay, she was at least gay for the gravid teacher.

Claire felt her toes curl as she imagined the older brown haired woman taking off her glasses and tugging her hair from its ponytail. "Fuck... oh dammit I'm gonna..." she gasped, her hips rocking while she curled and flexed her fingers inside of herself. She imagined the fingers inside her were connected to the teacher (whose first name she didn't even know! It somehow made her even hotter!) and her tight pussy clenched around her fingers, rippling and squirting her fluids into her hand. "Jesus, she's making me squirt..." Claire murmured in awe, and stared at her dripping fingers. "What the hell am I gonna do? I can barely control myself!"

Who am I kidding, she thought, slipping her fingers back down over the subtle curve of her belly to rub her slippery pussy again, I'm not in control at all!

*******

"Hi Meg!" Claire called out in an overly-cheerful voice, slipping between the bustling students in the cafeteria. "Hi!"

Meg was bright pink and staring wide-eyed at Claire, a PB&J clasped in her hands. As Claire sat down across from the bookish girl, Meg took a rabbitlike nibble from the sandwich.

"So!" Claire said, smiling widely, then leaned in close, her face darkening until she looked downright wrathful. "I will DESTROY you if you tell anyone what you saw yesterday, do you understand? I don't know how, or in what way, but I swear I'll find a way to..."

"You're pregnant," Meg whispered, and Claire stopped ranting in mid-sentence.

"What?" she stammered. "I... what? What are..." but as she stared at Meg she saw the girl's blush rise even more. "How?"

Meg's voice was so soft Claire had to lean even closer. The two looked almost like they were kissing, but for once Claire didn't concern herself with what the rest of the room might think. She strained to hear as Meg said, "It was a guess. I... I am too."

"YOU?" Claire blurted. "How?"

Meg's face screwed up in anger. "Hey, thanks a lot! You know the guys at this school... tell me they wouldn't want to screw anything that was willing!"

"And you were WILLING? I thought you... I dunno, were smarter than that!"

Meg's face was like reading a book. Shame, fear, anger and a little excitement showed clearly in her tearful eyes. "I didn't MEAN to... you really thought I was smart?" she said happily.

Claire boggled. "How can you be so eager for my approval? I just told you you're stupid and threatened you if you told the truth! And how do you know I'm..." she lowered her voice even more, but still couldn't bring herself to say it. "... you know?"

Meg blushed even more. Claire thought she could probably cook an egg in the heat that came off the girl's face. "Well... when you said before about... having sex... I just know the feeling. Hormones and everything." Suddenly they both seemed to realize how close their faces were, how Claire's blonde hair rested on Meg's shoulder, how Meg's knees were pressed into the side of Claire's thigh... how if Claire were to lean even half an inch closer their lips and swollen breasts would connect...

"Are you fucking gay for me or what?" Claire spat in fury. "Just stop obsessing about me and think about your own life!"

Meg looked furious too! "You... I..." she stammered, and finally jerked away from Claire (and didn't notice Claire exhale slowly as she did, the tension and arousal bubbling inside her easing up a bit) to search her backpack. She pulled out a page and slammed it on the table. "Here's your HOMEWORK, you lazy bitch!" she huffed, still whispering, and though she was faking fury Claire thought in the back of her head, She's CUTE! Oh my God, I never noticed! She doesn't like to swear! Regret for her words filled her, but Claire refused to let her feelings show.

"Thanks, loser! Good luck with the fetus and everything!" She stood and stormed off.

********

"Claire, you left this in the classroom before," Ms, Idenfield said, holding out Claire's purse. Claire stared past the purse at the cinch of the summery dress the teacher was wearing, the knot drawn tight at the very end of the rope. She's so full and round! Claire thought dreamily, and took the purse from the teacher.

"Uhh, Ms. Idenfield? Do you mind if I ask you your first name?" she said sweetly.

"Oh not at all! My name is Hannah," the teacher replied, and sat down with a sigh of relief. "Now class, open your books to page two-forty-five..."


****ONE MONTH LATER****


Meg hadn't said a word! Claire was amazed after the fight they'd had that the nerdy girl would stay silent! A whole month had passed and nobody knew she'd been fingering herself in the girls' room!

Of course, with that out of the way, Claire was forced to think about her bigger problems. One in particular, that was only getting bigger. And no, it wasn't her belly, although she'd swelled dramatically in only four weeks' time.

It was her crush on Ms. Idenfield! Claire worked a dildo in and out of herself, slamming it deep inside and easing it out slowly, and whispered, "Hannah! Oh Hannah!" Every time she said the teacher's name, she felt her pussy grip the dildo tightly. "Fuck me Hannah! Oh yeaaaaahhhhh... fuck!" She had her cheek pressed into her pillow to muffle her cries, and her ass was raised high in the air. Her arm snaked around her ass and bent at the wrist to drive the fake phallus in and out of her hot, sticky hole.

She gritted her teeth as her climax approached, rocking on her knees and moaning into the pillow incoherently... but realized with a shock that only made her orgasm that much more intense that she was moaning another name entirely!

"OH MEG! AWWW MEG FUCK MEEEEEE!"

*******

Ms. Idenfield was still working... and still pregnant. Every day Claire thought it was the last one before the massively gravid teacher delivered... but every day she returned just a little bit bigger. Claire stopped questioning it, and though she obviously didn't tell anyone, she watched the older woman expand like a hawk watches a rabbit from above. There was no getting around it. Claire was going to try to make a move. She had no idea if the gorgeous teacher had a boyfriend (although she assumed she wasn't married since she had no ring and prefaced her name with a Ms.) or if she was even the slightest bit interested in women... but it was getting so ridiculous, her obsession with the pregnant teacher, that she'd stopped caring.

I just wanna kiss her... maybe touch her boob. Okay, and her thigh... and up her thigh... oh fuck I'm getting so wet right now, Claire daydreamed, the intense hormonal storm inside her growing body coming off her in waves like heat off asphalt. And sitting next to her was Meg.

Claire did her best not to look to her right every day. Meg, it seemed, was more than just pregnant. Meg appeared to have swallowed a balloon. If Ms. Idenfield seemed to grow a tiny bit each day, than Meg was growing an inch bigger. Claire realized she had no idea how far along the girl was, but she looked like she was seven month already!

Claire seemed to be lucky enough. Despite the dramatic growth of her belly, she still had plenty of clothes that could minimize her middle. Not so for the bookworm. She wore the same nerdy shirts with slogans about Star Wars on them like "Han Shot First", and they were getting so tight across her belly that the pale skin was visible through the fabric!

It was almost a whole week before Claire found the opportunity she was looking for... after school.

******

Hannah couldn't believe it! In two weeks she'd be a full thirty-eight, full term! She'd thought for sure that with her narrow hips and slim waist the twins would come early and she'd be in for either a painful delivery or a hurried operation... but now it was nearly her due date! She wanted to see her twins, to hold them and feed them... she wanted to be able to dance again instead of sway and wobble. She wanted to have a coffee without getting kicked in the kidneys.

And Lord Almighty above she wanted to get fucked senseless. What nobody at the school knew was that Mister Dawson had been her boyfriend, and he hadn't died at all but been locked up in prison! And good riddance, she reflected with regret. I hope he never gets to meet them! The nature of his crimes made them too difficult to think about. The photographic evidence had been enough to give her nightmares.

But Hannah had moved on splendidly. She didn't need a boyfriend! She had a terrific, supportive family, great friends... but of course none of THEM could give her an orgasm. Not only would it be gross to ask any of them (she chuckled as she imagined some of her male friends' reactions) but she had too much history.

No, what Hannah Idenfield needed was someone to just appear and want nothing more than to fuck her until she came, over and over. Sometimes...

Life just works out.

*******

Claire's heart was hammering in her chest as she approached the darkened, empty school, and she felt a fluttering sensation beneath her navel... her belly lurched to one side. She rubbed it to soothe her stretched skin, and saw the light in Hannah's office was on! "Showtime!" she whispered to herself.

Peering inside the office from the narrow window, Claire could see the desk with a family photo framed in the corner and stacks of papers piling the inbox. Another, half-finished pile of graded ones sat on the opposite end... and Hannah was nowhere to be seen! "Damn, did she leave the light on by mistake?" Claire muttered, disappointed. Suddenly the teacher's head popped up from behind the desk, where she'd apparently stooped to retrieve something from the desk's drawers.

"She's in there!" Claire grinned, and prepared herself to head inside... when suddenly she saw what the woman had in her hand! Right before Claire's astonished and excited eyes, Hannah eased her skirt down the round swell of her belly and slipped her panties down to her knees. Claire stared through the thin, tiny window in awe and glee as Hannah Idenfield held out a long, thick vibrator and masturbated in her office! Claire's own hands roamed her body as she sat, squatting low to avoid being seen, and slipped under the waistband of her stretchy pants to stroke her soft skin, teasing herself just above her pussy. Her round, pretty ass wiggled as she stroked and kneaded her body, eyes wide and unblinking for fear of missing a single, delicious second of the show the teacher was putting on.

Hannah had her knees up on either side of her big, round belly and was thrusting with shaking, unsure twists of her wrist the large vibrator in and out. Her pretty mouth was open, lips curled in an eager half-smile, brow furrowed and her eyes closed as she let the feelings pour into her, desperate to cum.

Claire's fingers dipped lower and she felt how wet she'd become, so hot and sticky she was certain it left a mark on her underwear... oh well! "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yourself you sweet, sweet thing!"

"I was about to say the same thing," whispered Meg from just behind her ear, and Claire straightened in shock.

"JESUS! You scared the SHIT out of... me..." Claire said, realizing she was once again knuckles-deep in her pussy while talking to Meg... and she felt Meg's hand snake over her own arm and begin to work it up and down. Claire's breath came out in a shuddering gasp... but she did nothing to resist. In fact she curled her fingers and began to knead her pussy in earnest while Meg pumped the arm she was using to fuck herself up and down.

Meg's other hand slipped around and teased Claire's nipple through her shirt, while she breathed on Claire's earlobe... Claire tried to focus on Hannah's desperate thrusts but found herself arching her back to press into the embrace of the other girl. "M-Meg... I..."

"No talking," Meg whispered. "I-I won't be able to... if you talk to me... Watch her while I get you off, Claire... you like how big she is?"

"Ohhhhhh fuck..." Claire gasped, her voice threatening to peak as she felt herself getting so wet her pussy made soft squelching noises as she worked her fingers in. "Y-yeah I... I like 'em big I guess..."

"I'm having more than one, you know," Meg whispered, and licked Claire's earlobe. Her breath was hot and feel of her tongue made Claire see stars. Her whole upper body tensed, and Meg's other hand drifted lower to rub Claire's own bump. "Who knows... maybe you too... You wanna watch ME get big, Claire?"

Hannah was moaning silently, the soundproof door shutting out any chance of Claire hearing her fixation's growing pleasure, but at the same time assuring Claire she'd be able to moan without giving herself away. "Awwww YEAH... Meg.... FUCK me..." she gasped, and turned her head sharply to kiss the other girl, her tongue slipping into Meg's mouth to taste her. Claire felt Meg's now-trembling hand go lower until her fingers wrapped over Claire's as they pumped inside of her, with only the stretchable material of Claire's pants to separate them, and when Meg bent her wrist to force Claire's fingers deeper into herself it pushed Claire over the edge.

"YES!" she screamed, her face red and eyes rolled back into her head. "YES yes yes yes yes.... awwwwhhh FUCK yes Meg, I needed that!"

Meg was flushed and shaking, all the boldness in her spent in one glorious moment, but she had one more thing to say. "That's not all you need... go in there. I wanna WATCH. I wanna see what you do when a woman's that big..."

In a daze, Claire stood, legs shaking from her orgasm... and opened the door! As the blond girl entered the office, Meg whispered, "I wanna know what you're gonna do to ME..."

*******

Hannah made a strangled sound that was half-moan, half yelp, and scrambled to sit up straight and look normal. Her eyelids fluttered, her chest was heaving up and down, her face was flushed. She'd either been working out or she'd been interrupted during some seriously sexy stuff.

And it was clear from the look on Claire's face she knew it. Hannah was struck by how aroused the lithe girl looked, almost as if she'd just been cumming just as hard... Hannah also noticed the girl's shirt tented over a squirming bulge that could only have been a pregnant belly.

"CLAIRE!" she said, trying to steady her shaking voice. "What can I do for you?"

Claire wordlessly slunk closer to the chair, her eyes fogged with lust, her tongue dancing between her teeth to dart out and lick her lips. Hannah suddenly felt the atmosphere in the room go back from shame and fear to eager horniness.

"Are you alright, Claire?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah..." Claire purred sexily. Hannah was amazed to feel her own pussy grow moist at the NEED in Claire's voice. "I just... I wanna give you something I think we both need..."

Hannah's subconscious screamed ORGASM but she could only say, in a voice that trembled with the forbidden nature of what was about to happen and eagerness for it to continue, "A-and what d-do you think I need?"

Claire slid her ass across the length of the desk, sending papers and writing utensils flying, and ended up straddling Hannah's thigh! She ground her hips down against the warm, smooth flesh and Hannah could feel the girl was WET, wetter than she thought was possible. "Oh goodness," Hannah murmured, her hands instinctively grabbing Claire's hips and rocking her back and forth, closer and closer until their bellies pressed together and they kissed.

On the other side of the door Meg patiently, silently fucked herself, rubbing the bulge in her stomach and sending good thoughts to her offspring. I need to get so big for her, she wished silently. This is just the beginning!






PART TWO

Claire stared at the paper in her hands in disbelief. An F? she thought to herself. Stress caused her guts to clench, her skin tightening around the ever-larger bump in her belly. Any day now, no shirt no matter how baggy would hide Claire's growth. She already had to slouch forward to keep her stomach from making a bulge in her front, and when she walked she leaned forward with her ass sticking out behind her. It was starting to feel ridiculous... and kind of naughty! Claire couldn't help but feel like the secret was kind of hot, and toyed with the idea of not-telling for as long as possible, just to see how big she could get.

And speaking of "how big can she get", Meg was sitting next to her... just enormous! Nearly as large as Ms. Idenfield now, Meg certainly made it easier to fade into the background these days because she was practically getting bigger by the second... and Claire couldn't help but feel it was super-sexy how she seemed to crave it! And at the moment, Meg was peering over Claire's shoulder to see the failing grade in thick red ink... while under the desk her hand stroked Claire's thigh over and over, drifting closer and closer to Claire's crotch where the attention had caused a rather damp environment. Thankfully Claire had chosen to wear a dark denim short that day and her dripping arousal was invisible to the eye... but not to the touch, and as Meg's fingers began to trace tiny circles between Claire's legs the bookish girl's lips curled in a satisfied smile.

"Hanna - I mean, Miss Idenfield! I don't understand! I studied like crazy for this test!" Claire protested, her voice trembling as Meg began to tease her clit through layers of clothes... right in front of the whole class! The girl was some kind of magician! Her arm barely seemed to move, but Claire felt as though the fingers stroking her through her shorts were thrusting in gigantic motions. It was getting difficult to keep a straight face, or to suppress the moans of pleasure that wanted to leap from her throat. Instead, Claire made tiny gasping sounds in the back of her throat, and her eyelids grew heavy... her lips were parted, and as Megan's fingers picked up speed Claire grew to ignore the rest of the room as though it were immersed in a heavy fog. Her chair made a loud squawk as she tucked her ass closer to the desk in an effort to roll her hips against the now-slippery and sticky fingers. Claire was aware out of the corner of her eye that Meg was getting really absorbed in it too, her breathing getting heavier and heavier (and as she breathed, the large swell of her stomach pushed again and again against the strained shirt she wore as if every breath inflated her).

The teacher's voice snapped them both out of it (although it did nothing to disperse the now inferno-level horniness between them) as Hannah said, "I'm sorry to hear that, Claire, but your answers were incorrect. If you'd like I can give you some extra work after school tonight to raise your grade, but it's going to be hard," she said, stressing the double-entendre. "And it'll take a LOT of extra work to make me satisfied that you really know the material."

Claire gasped softly as she felt herself grow even wetter at the prospect. "S-sure, Miss Idenfield! You'll see, I really know my stuff!" I've got a good teacher, she thought, and it took all her willpower not to just yank Meg over to her and start ripping those tight, stretched clothes right off her. Meg's brown eyes stared into hers, and Claire saw the same hot desire in her... friend? She supposed that Meg was her lover now, but friend? Claire never really considered the nerdy girl a friend. Sure she was a great lay, but apart from being pregnant and horny they had nothing in common!

The hard part would be telling her that without making her stop giving Claire such incredible orgasms... she had a serious talent! In fact, Claire was currently wracking her brain to think of a way to get Meg invited to Hannah's after-school tutoring...

********

"No," Meg whispered, while her hands slipped up under Claire's shirt and stroked her swollen body. "You go without me... I'm just gonna watch some more..."

Claire felt those slender fingers rubbing over her skin and sending little jolts of electricity through her. "C'mon Meg... you're big enough! I don't know what you're doing to get so fucking huge but it's worked, okay? I'm pretty sure Hannah - "

"Miss Idenfield!" Meg corrected, grinning playfully. She loved it when Claire talked about how big they were getting, like it was a contest she was winning.

" - Miss Idenfield wouldn't mind... she's really into it, like REALLY," Claire gasped softly as Meg slipped a hand down Claire's shorts and began to work her magic. "Aw fuck yesssssss you're sooooooo goooood at thaaaat...." she moaned. She glanced around the darkened hall just to be sure nobody else had stayed after school before giving in to it and humping down against Meg's hand, burying the fingers inside her hot, wet folds.

"Oh yeah?" Meg asked innocently. "Y-you like that?" Her voice was so fucking sexy! Claire felt her insides clenching and gripping Meg's fingers tight, but they kept on stroking and poking away inside of her. Claire's arms shot out and she practically tore Meg's shirt off of her body to reveal the massive belly the shorter girl had developed. The bookish girl murmured, "Yeah... feel how BIG I'm getting... for you, Claire!"

Meg's progression was astonishing. She told Claire she'd learned she was pregnant almost the same time as she did... but that was only six months! Meg looked almost as big a Hannah, who was full term with twins! As Claire massaged Meg's swollen tummy, Meg giggled and pushed it out as far as it would go, making it look as though she'd grown larger in only seconds... and that did the trick.

"Oh FUCK yes, FUCK yessssss, you're soooo fucking huuuuuuuuge..." Claire sobbed in relief, flexing her hips in a slow rocking motion than grew slower and slower as she came down from her climax. Meg's own womb tingled with pleasure as the occupants inside squirmed and shifted, her spirits high from the praise (since she counted being called "huge" praise) from Claire. Sliding her hand free, she slapped Claire on the ass and whispered, "You're all warmed up, now fuck that big, round teacher! You fuck her BIG, ROUND body..."

Claire writhed as Meg spoke, and at the word "big" she came again, from the dirty talk alone! "Oh FUCK... oh man something's wrong with me, something's WRONG with me! Why am I so wet... I want you both... so big..." Staggering, she rose to her feet and eagerly slipped through the door to Hannah's office.

*******

Hannah was already going when Claire entered, the huge pink colored dildo slamming in and out of her wet, open pussy. "C-CLAIRE!" she moaned, and Claire bent hungrily to kiss her deeply, slipping her tongue inside her mouth. Hannah moaned into her mouth, and Claire slowly took hold of the fake phallus from her. She then began to pound it in and out of the teacher.

"Oh yes Claire, God yes you're a miracle, a miracle... don't you dare stop until my water breaks... I'm so overdue..." she gasped at the feelings pouring through her as Claire's own swollen belly pressure against her thigh.

"No, you need to be bigger Hannah," Claire whispered. "I LIKE 'em big... God knows why. So you keep those kids inside you and grow for me! GROW FOR ME!" she shouted, and Hannah's pussy squirted a jet of fluids in the air at that exact moment.

"Ohhh yesssss.... yesssss I will, I WANT to... tell me how..."

Claire's face grew red with exertion and the realization that what she was saying was a crazy fantasy. Nobody just expanded without a reason. "Just keep on eating a lot... stuff your belly... I dunno."

Hannah was cumming, shouting out without thinking, "Yes I want to get bigger for you, whatever you want just make me CUMMMMMM!" Her twitching hands gripped Claire's ass and Hannah immediately began to fondle and stroke every inch of Claire's skin, yanking violently at the shorts to pull them off, twisting the cloth of her baggy shirt to reveal her warm, pale skin. Hannah leaned forward and began to kiss a trail up Claire's swollen torso.

Caught up in the fantasy, Claire imagined Hannah's belly swelling higher and rounder with every passing second, and as the imaginary teacher's grew so did Claire's orgasm... until finally they came together, grinding their bodies against the frantic caress of the other.

"C-Claire... I want you to fuck me... I need to feel it inside..." Hannah gasped, and Claire saw her open the drawer of her desk to reveal a strap-on dildo!

"Miss IDENFIELD! That... this is a MONSTER!" Claire acted shocked, but she quickly pulled it on while Hannah eagerly applied her own fluids to the shaft and lay back on the desk to get absolutely pummeled by the tool. It was a different experience to be sure... Claire was still enjoying it a LOT.

Then Claire saw Meg ease open the door and enter, breathing heavily. Her black shirt was still pulled up her round belly, and it swelled and shrank with every breath the swollen girl took. Hannah was laying back in her chair while Claire ground their hips together, just lost in the feelings, and didn't even notice the girl enter. She lifted her hands to Claire's hips and tugged them faster towards her own, their wet flesh sliding across every delicious inch of the other.

"Meg..." Claire groaned, and she felt herself squirt a little at the mere mention of the name! "You're... here... you came..." As she spoke she saw Meg kneel next to Hannah and reach out a trembling hand towards the teacher's shuddering belly, until finally it rested on that sweat-dampened, slippery skin and began to rub hesitantly.

The teacher's eyes fluttered open to see the girl for the first time. "M-Meg!" she gasped, her voice shaking from the barrage of sensation over her swollen body. "Y-you... oooooo that feels good... oh God, keep... keep RUBBING me... rub my belly while Claire FUCKS me to Heaven!"

Meg whispered so softly neither Hannah or Claire heard her say in awe, "I... I think I'm BIGGER than you... my God! I'm... I'm getting so pregnant! I'm getting so... BIG!" She said it again, getting even more excited, her other hand pressed to the round swell of her own tummy as it hung large and heavy between her knees while she knelt beside the couple. "We're both so BIG, Miss Idenfield!"

Claire was going apeshit listening to the two talk about how big they were. Her spasming hips rolled and twitched against Hannah's, working the shaft deeply inside her, the feverish thrusting began to drive the older woman to climax. As she began to arch her back and scream, Meg continued to caress Hannah's enormous curves, cupping and rubbing across her belly most of all!

The position of Meg beside Hannah while Claire fucked her put Meg face to face with Claire, and totally lost in the passion of the moment Claire leaned forward and kissed Meg on the lips. She felt Meg moan happily into her mouth and thought, Oh brother. Now she's REALLY gonna think we're an item. Suddenly both girls felt their teacher freeze. Claire felt a hot spurt of liquid at her waist, and her eyes went wide. "Did your..."

"Water..." Hannah moaned, "...BROKE."

Claire made a move to pull the strap-on out of Hannah but she felt the teacher grab her hips... and yank her back, fucking even faster now! "Don't... don't you DARE stop me from cumming now! This is the... last time you can fuck me when I'm sooooo BIG..." she cried.

Meanwhile Meg had hopped up and was watching the two pregnant ladies fuck the living daylights out of each other with wide eyes, her phone in her hands forgotten until she heard Miss Idenfield gasp at the feeling of a contraction and she remembered what she'd been about to do: call an ambulance! "You guys have until the ambulance gets here," she said, and Claire just moaned louder.

"Ohhhh GOD," Hannah screamed, her face red and the tendons in her neck standing out as she came harder than she'd ever cum before. "YES CLAIRE, YES!" Claire could only moan wordlessly in response, absorbed by the task of getting her teacher off before her labor truly began...

PART THREE


Once they left the emergency room, Claire turned to Hannah. "I don't believe it! There was SO MUCH!" She boggled at the memory of the splash of wetness across her thighs as she thrust the strap-on into Hannah's hot, viselike pussy. "That was all just your CUM?"

Hannah rubbed a hand over the still-massive, still-pregnant belly in her lap and chuckled, an action that sent a ripple of jostling throughout her tight flesh as her occupants shifted. "Yeah, I suppose so! Everyone's still here, and I'm not even close to being in labor after all... everything I thought was a contraction was actually... well I was cumming harder than I ever had before! Thank you Claire, if I didn't say so before!"

Claire felt a certain amount of pride at this, but dismissed it. She was too tired! Not only had she been fucking like a champ only a couple of hours ago, but waiting in the hospital for news had been a simultaneously boring and nerve-wracking experience. Everyone in the waiting room had been able to see her belly, and assumed she was there for a checkup, or even DELIVERY! Claire rubbed her stomach ruefully: the time for hiding it had passed, apparently. And she was NOT looking forward to coming out about it.

Meg was having quite the opposite reaction to their hospital visit. "Oh WOW there was so much stuff in there... it's so EXCITING! We're more than halfway there, Claire! Soon it'll be us in that room!"

Hannah grinned at the two girls as Meg snuggled close to Claire happily. Claire just looked annoyed. "Yes, I bet you're both very excited! I want to thank the two of you for getting me here... even if I didn't have the twins yet. You were very helpful!" In more ways than one, she added in her thoughts. What a cute couple they make! "Claire, Meg, are you girls going to be okay driving back together?"

Claire mumbled, "Guess so... I don't know where Meg lives."

Meg blinked in surprise. "Yes you do! You went to my thirteenth birthday party! You got me a New Kids On The Block poster!" She blushed as the words left her mouth and began to fidget nervously. "Not that... I still have it, or treasure it forever or anything..."

Claire was dumbfounded. "I... I completely forgot we used to hang out! I still... oh WAIT! That's right, you..." she stopped suddenly, embarrassed for Meg's sake. She lived in a trailer park! How could Claire have forgotten the look on her dad's face when he dropped her off in front of the tiny little home, lovingly decorated with construction-paper cutouts of stars and flowers? I must... I must have buried the memories! I guess I was embarrassed to admit I was friends with someone... like her. Claire suddenly felt her shame shift from Meg to herself. Man... my family made me a bitch!

"Well, I'll see the two of you later, unless I give birth before then!" Hannah laughed, and Claire stared at the teacher's epic stomach as it wobbled up and down with her laughter. Waving, Miss Idenfield walked to her sister's car that had just pulled up.

"I can give you directions if you need a reminder, Claire," Meg added, still blushing. Claire just nodded and grinned weakly.

*********

"That was so exciting! And you must be really happy that people can tell you're pregnant at last! What was it like answering their questions? I really enjoy it... for once people seem to be interested in me!" Meg yammered on.

"Are you KIDDING?" Claire snorted. "I wish I could give birth without anyone ever KNOWING I was preggers. It was humiliating! And so many of them just seemed to touch my stomach without asking permission..."

Meg blushed. "I... I really enjoy that part, myself. Of course, I've been getting it for a lot longer than you have. I thought you liked bellies though?"

"On YOU maybe," Claire said dismissively, and as she drove she saw Meg hug her arms around her own belly happily. "I mean, yeah, maybe it's BECAUSE I think it's humiliating that it gets me... you know, gets me all hot and bothered."

Meg leaned closer eagerly. "So you LIKE that you don't find yourself attractive?" she asked, brimming with curiosity. "I think I just like being so much bigger... nobody ignores me anymore! Even though sometimes they give me a dirty look for not being married... or in a relationship..." Meg added, mumbling now.

Claire had a sudden thought. "Say Meg... just who IS the father?"

Meg's face turned bright red and she began to stammer helplessly. "I - I... uh, well... I... y'see it... I was... ummmmm..."

"Jeez, forget it, I'm not even that interested," Claire said, cutting her off. It was merciful, really. Thinking of whoever knocked her up had distressed Meg visibly.

"So... what now?" Meg asked, snuggled close to Claire in the car. Claire drove in silence, a pensive look on her face. "Miss Idenfield's going to have her twins soon...then it'll just be you and me..." she finished, blushing again but nuzzling against Claire. Claire could feel herself getting all melty and steeled herself. NO! that old, stubborn part of her that was still a popular cheerleader who fucked MEN screamed in her mind. ENOUGH of this LESBIAN loveydovey BULLSHIT!

"Okay," Claire said suddenly, "I can't do this any more. We're... Meg, we're NOT a couple. We're fuckbuddies, alright? You help me get off, and you're... I mean, don't get me wrong, you are SO damn good at it I never want to stop... but that's IT. I don't know why you feel the way you do about me, but I'm just venting my hormones here, okay?" She turned to glance at the bespectacled girl and saw with a shock that Meg's big brown eyes were welling with tears. "Look, don't be like that... what did you think, I get preggers and just FLIP like a switch?"

"W-well... y-yeah!" Meg sniffed. "You nuh-never even t-talk to me a-anymore..."

"Exactly! It's like... just a temporary thing, got it? We're just two different people who happen to have this one thing in common, and there's a physical attraction but that's it and I cannot BELIEVE I'm having this conversation!" Claire sighed. It was a relief to get it all off her chest... and yet she was still conflicted. It was like Claire was two different girls: one was a skinny bitch with pompoms who hated nerds (although if asked why, she would have been unable to answer), the other a pregnant girl going through a sexual identity crisis! One girl just wanted to hump and dump the trembling nerd... and the other... Claire didn't know WHAT she was feeling for Meg anymore! How much of her feelings were the newly discovered fetish for pregnant girls, how much was sexual curiosity, and how much were actually real?

"So are y-you saying we're not g-gonna be together once you're n-not pregnant anymore?" Meg stammered, eyes wide. "I thought w-we were..."

It's for the BEST, she assured herself. Don't lead the poor girl on... just make sure she knows what we "are". Claire sighed again, thinking wistfully of the time when she wasn't ruled by her hormones. "Probably not. I can't wait to be under control again... but speaking of control, I'm getting fucking WET here... you wanna help me out?" she said, wiggling her hips back and forth in the seat and causing the fabric to creak. Meg obediently curled her hand down into Claire's lap, sliding her fingers under the waistband of the stretchy shorts and started to massage the blond's pussy. "Yessss, good girl..." Claire moaned, and Meg blushed.

"C-Claire..." Meg whispered as she brought her pregnant lover to climax, causing the car to swerve dangerously. "Thanks f-for being honest..." she finished, and even as Claire writhed and gasped with pleasure and the cheering bitch inside her reigned, her heart broke a little bit for Meg. For the best, she reminded herself. But why do I feel like shit?

**** THE NEXT DAY ****

"I TOLD you, I just need some bigger clothes, nothing fancy and NOTHING that will make me look pregnant. I'm still trying to hide it, you know," Claire reminded Meg. They stood in front of "Bump For Great Justice", the local maternity clothing store, and Claire seemed to be doing her best to avoid detection, swerving behind signs and displays whenever someone approached.

"For Pete's sake, Claire, just pretend you're helping ME. There's no hiding MY belly," Meg said proudly, and stroked the swell of her middle. "And you're gonna have to tell at SOME point... haven't you been to the doctor yet?"

Claire glared. "Haven't YOU?"

Meg flushed in shame. "I... uh, I don't have any insurance. My mom's doesn't cover me anymore..."

"WHAT? You... okay, this conversation ISN'T OVER. I can't believe you didn't tell me about this..." the blond grumbled. "Now hurry and get IN there," Claire hissed, and the two of them hustled into the store only to be confronted by dozens of round-bellied mannequins. "Oh... oh wow. Think I could... take one of these home?" Claire purred, and rubbed one of the hard, cold bellies. "I could have some FUN with this..."

The girl at the desk rolled her eyes. "It's like two hundred bucks."

They stared at her. "REALLY?" Meg asked. It hardly seemed like it was that costly to create.

"Yeah, you'd be surprised how many people want a pregnant dummy at home," the girl snorted, and went back to her texting. Claire and Meg looked at each other, and they burst into nervous giggles, the serious talk from the night before forgotten... and without even realizing she was doing it Claire slipped her hand into Meg's and squeezed.

Meg stopped giggling and looked down at Claire's hand in her own, feeling warm and fuzzy inside, and made up her mind. I'm NEVER going to lose this, she thought, I don't care what I have to do!

"Hey Claire, can you help me... pick some stuff out?" she asked innocently. "You're a lot better at outfits and things."

"You're damn right!" Claire grinned. "If you want I can totally make you over."

"Well I was just saying since we're pretending you're helping me," Meg whispered to avoid being overheard. Claire shrugged and twiddled a credit card between her fingers, arching an eyebrow and grinning until Meg couldn't help but grin back.

"Why not go ahead and get you some nicer clothes, girlie?" Claire teased. "You look like you're about to pop right out of that shirt!"

Meg felt herself flush and start breathing heavy. "S-sure! Just lead the way!" Claire got to work with incredible speed and efficiency, weaving her way in and out of the rows of hangers, holding colors up against each other, staring hard at Meg's body to see what would fit (and making Meg's heart skip a beat every time). "Here!" she said, shoving a pile of clothes into Meg's hands. "Try these on while I find some more."

As Claire turned to continue shopping she felt Meg's hand grab her own again. "A-actually..." Meg whispered, "I think I could use some help getting into these." Claire felt her hand get pulled up until it rested on a smooth, round bulge, and now it was HER heart that was skipping beats.

"Meg, no WAY," she whispered. "We're in PUBLIC! A changing room!"

Meg was practically panting as she rubbed Claire's hand over her belly. "I know! Isn't it..."

"Fucking HOT!" Claire finished, and without further ado shoved her into the stall and followed her inside.

Meg might have appeared to be as out of control as Claire, but she carefully planned out every single move in her head well before it happened. Every touch, every kiss was meant to drive Claire even wilder. By now Meg knew all the girl's buttons, and she pushed them all: nibbling her earlobe, stroking the small of her back, squeezing her thigh so hard it had to hurt a little (but for some reason this always made Claire gasp and throw her head back with an expression of pure bliss on her face): Meg pushed Claire mercilessly towards a climax that the big-bellied blond tried desperately to keep quiet.

She was less successful than she thought. Claire's soft, breathless cries carried throughout the store the way certain words cut through conversation no matter how loud they may be spoken. When Meg knelt in front of her, trailing kisses down her body through the material of her shirt, Claire groaned happily, "Oh you naughty BITCH!" Meg just grinned and pushed Claire's skirt up, lifting it until it wrapped the underside of Claire's belly and revealed the girl's thong. Meg set about the task of removing the interfering material with her teeth.

"Oh fuck!" Claire gasped. Meg was like an animal! I should have "broken up" with her weeks ago! Claire thought. She's going down on me like she's fucking POSSESSED! "Shit that's good... oh SHIT that's gooooooood...."

"Mmm-hmmm," Meg hummed, twirling her tongue in a neat little spiral. Claire's breath caught in her throat and she made a little hiccuping sound that made Meg grin with pride. No matter what you might want when your hormones are gone, she thought, NOBODY'S gonna ever fuck you like I do. Pulling her head back, she trailed wet kisses up the underside of Claire's round stomach, all the while she raised her palm and began to massage Claire's pussy.

"Whuh... awww thas' nice..." Claire mumbled, her eyes lidded and sleepy from the bombardment of pleasure she'd just been subjected to. "Jus'... keep on doin' whatcha doin'..."

Oh don't worry, Meg thought, and kneaded Claire's tight flesh, rewarding Claire with a curled finger stroking her insides. Claire arched her back, her belly curving out larger, and moaned, "Yessssss aw Meg... yessss..."

"I-I thought you said this was just a 'thing', a phase..." Meg whispered. "D-don't you like this?" Claire nodded wordlessly, her eyes shut against the waves of pleasure that poured through her body. "Then why do you wanna stop?" Meg asked.

Claire's eyes shot open and she ground her hips down frantically, reacting to the threat of the pleasure somehow stopping. She was acting on pure instinct now, and that instinct wanted to get fucked endlessly. "N-never! DON'T STOP!" Claire's words made Meg bold again, made her want to reward the blond girl for saying the right thing.

"Don't stop what?" Meg purred, driving her fingers inside Claire a little harder with every word. "This? Is this what you want?" The blond girl writhed, pressing her back to the changing stall's wall with such force the whole row seemed to shake. Whether in answer to the question or as a cry of pleasure, Claire yelled loudly and without reservation, "YES! YES! OH YES!" while squirting freely over Meg's hand and making a mess.

"HEY!" the girl from the counter shouted. "Get a ROOM, not a STALL." She stomped away, muttering about hormonal crazies. Claire felt a wonderful heat that grew inside of her, almost like an orgasm itself but at the same time like the afterglow of one. It collected in her belly, her stretched skin tingling and tightening both inside and outside. Completely spent from her climax, she mumbled, "Don'... don' stop... fuck..."

********

"Wow..." Claire breathed in happy admiration as she drove Meg home. "Just... wow! That was so great... I don't think I've EVER cum that hard before."

Meg blushed furiously, her bespectacled face bright and smiling. "I-it was fun! I think you LIKE getting attention, e-even if you think you d-don't want people to..." she trailed off softly, finishing with a barely audible, "know y-you're with me..."

The new maternity shirt Claire was wearing felt great! Unlike her other shirts, most of which were simply baggy or cut a specific way so as not to highlight or draw attention to her midsection, this new shirt was stretchy, but breathable... and hugged right to the skin of her round tummy. If nobody had suspected she was pregnant before, the minute they saw her in the new outfits there would be little doubt.

But Claire was remarkably unworried about it. It was like the whole session in the changing room had snapped her life into place again, like when she'd realized daydreaming about Hannah had meant she was gay... and unlike before, Claire found herself adjusting to her new reality pretty well. Maybe it was the fact that she could deny her sexuality to everyone, including herself, but there was no denying the growth of her stomach, not at this stage.

She was still not nearly as big as Meg (and just thinking about the size of Meg's ultra-womb made Claire's body go into horny-mode) but Claire's belly had swelled up nicely in the sixth month of her pregnancy. Her breasts were now making contact with the top of her tummy as opposed to floating above it, and the bottom curve pressed gently into her lap. If she wiggled from side to side, she could now feel the swell of her middle rubbing over the top of her thighs...

"Are you doing the belly-lap wiggle thing? That feels SO GOOD, doesn't it?" Meg asked, grinning. Her skinny hands patted the giant bulge of her own belly proudly. "I'm close to filling my whole lap... y-you know, when you said you liked 'em big... I wished I'd get even bigger than th-"

Claire's hormones were still in hyperspeed, and she blurted, "Are your parents home?" as she sped towards the trailer park.

"N-no... why?" Meg asked, the eager hope in her voice just making Claire all the crazier.

"I've... shit, I've just gotta fuck you!" the blond said, turning the corner fast. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!" She glanced into the passenger seat to see Meg staring at her, a breathtakingly cute mixture of surprise and hunger on her bespectacled face. "Talk about your belly! Don't stop, Meg! Christ you were making me hot..."

Meg was startled by the sudden resurgence in Claire's desire. For someone who professed to not want a relationship, Claire sure seemed to be sending signals to the contrary. "Um... I-I just rubbed my belly and wished to get really big for you..."

"Oh God..." Claire moaned.

"... and I just kept on growing... none of my clothes fit any more... if you hadn't bought me some today I don't know what I would do... I... uh..."

The car screeched to a halt and Claire whirled in her seat to unbuckle, her stomach and breasts heaving as she panted with arousal. "Get INSIDE," she commanded, and Meg obeyed! They slammed the doors to the car, and once Meg had unlocked the door to the trailer they hurried to her room.

It was pretty small, the bed little more than a padded cot... and framed above it was a poster for the New Kids on the Block, faded from exposure to sunlight and years of time. Meg blushed when she realized it made her look desperately obsessed with Claire... but the pregnant sex-fiend was oblivious to everything but Meg's round, bloated body. Claire's hands flew to Meg's sides and began to yanking and tugging at her clothes with newfound energy, and when Meg looked at her lover she saw the blond girl was grinning widely. "What... yikes!" Meg yelped as Claire tugged Meg's pants down her thighs where they crumpled at her knees.

"Clothes... OFF," Claire ordered, and she began to lick and suck on the soft, pale leg in her grip, making Meg's knees wobble. Her fingers squeezed Meg's ass, tugging the hugely pregnant nerd as close as possible. Meg's belly rose majestically, a round pale orb barely contained by her once-baggy shirt. Meg pulled the shirt off, leaving just her stuffed bra (her boobs had swollen quite a bit but she hadn't gone out for a new bra yet) and, as Claire helped her ease her legs out of the pants, her tight boyshort panties.

Meg could see only the top of Claire's head moving from the other side of her belly, and suddenly she felt Claire's hands leave her ass and begin to slide up the bottom of her stomach. Slowly the tips of Claire's fingers appeared, lovingly stroking every swollen inch of Meg's middle, and Claire's head followed, trailing kisses and licking a trail up the center of Meg's body. Pausing at the popped bellybutton crowning Meg's belly, Claire grinned widely and licked it, sending a shiver all through the huge-bellied nerd. "Ohhhhh shit..." Meg gasped.

One of the massaging hands drifted back down to stroke through the material of Meg's panties, kneading and poking at her swollen, wet pussy. Although Claire wasn't quite as skilled as Meg was at finger-play, Meg felt twice as strongly about Claire at least, and the merest touch sent her into ecstasy. "Don't... don't stop Claire... oh GODDD Claire don't leave meeee..."

Claire froze and saw tears in Meg's eyes as the girl twitched and moaned in orgasm. She seemed to be unaware of what she'd said, and Claire felt a deep and terrible pang of pity for the girl. Somewhere deep down, buried once again, Claire's true self was screaming to be free, to love who she wanted to love... She'd decided not to be gay, and she'd given herself an excuse: she was only doing what she was doing because of the hormones, not because in the brief time she'd been with Meg she'd been happier and hornier than she'd ever been with a man. Claire's mind would no longer let her feel anything OTHER than pity for Meg.

But then why did Claire feel her own arousal building as she looked at Meg while she came? Why did she feel so damn wet whenever she was even in the same room as her? Why was it driving her absolutely nuts watching Meg get bigger and bigger every passing day? The walls she'd built up were beginning to crumble, and as if from outside her own body Claire saw herself caress Meg's tear-streaked face and say, "I'm not going anywhere..." The two kissed, and Claire thought to herself, What is HAPPENING to me?

PART FOUR

The last day of school arrived, and Claire and Meg were awestruck. They sat, both of their pregnant stomachs brushing the undersides of their desks, stretching their maternity-wear and bulging from their stretchy shorts, and couldn't help but feel SMALL in comparison to their teacher.

Miss Idenfield had STILL not popped, although she looked like she might at any second! The massive belly strained and shook from side to side, rolling and swaying with the movements of the lives within. Her shirt couldn't possibly button over the front of it, her blouse spreading out at the sides of her massive middle, leaving it clad only in the overtaxed tank-top that grew semi-transparent at the front of her bump. She could barely move, waddling slowly whenever she had to walk but staying seated for as long as possible.

All through class both girls stared, open-mouthed in awe and admiration. Another month down, another four weeks of swelling of their own bodies... but they felt dwarfed by their teacher. Meg seemed to take it as a personal affront, and every time Claire saw her she seemed to be stuffing her face in an attempt to outgrow the older woman. Indeed, Meg's belly now dominated almost her entire torso, from just under her breasts, down her sides and filling her lap until the edge of her belly eclipsed Meg's skinny knees. Claire had taken to lying against the side of Meg's belly whenever the two found themselves alone, and just listening to the gurgling and stretching of flesh as Meg's body grew and fed its passengers.

Claire glanced down at her own body and couldn't help but feel pride at how she seemed to have kept pace with her two lovers. Claire's belly was undeniable now, and though she'd tried so hard for so long to keep it secret, she was a little relieved everyone knew. While still not even close to either Meg or even in the same ballpark as Hannah, Claire was still completely full and round in her womb, a large belly that sat heavy in her lap and shifted as she moved.

Of course, now that she had finally come to accept the swelling of her body, it would soon be over... that is, unless Hannah had some mysterious secret to staying pregnant forever she intended to pass to a worthy apprentice! Claire looked up again, unwilling to miss a second of of gazing at Hannah's wonderful, unbelievable belly. Any second promised it could be the last, and as Hannah sat heavily down in her chair with a gasp of relief her belly trembled and wobbled with shockwaves. The teacher weakly lifted a single slender hand and stroked the tight surface proudly, and glancing at her pregnant students she smirked knowingly as she soothed the huge sphere with gentle touches of her fingertips.

By the time their final class was nearly over, Hannah had managed to get Claire into such a state she was practically dripping her juices onto the floor! Tiny gasps and stifled moans of frustration and wonder to her right from Meg hadn't helped Claire resist the siren's call of that massive belly either, and out of the corner of her eye Claire could make out that Meg's hands that once roamed the surface of her swollen body had vanished under the desk. A flush crept up Meg's face as she seemed unable to resist stroking herself under the desk, skinny arms encircling her bulging sides and pressing the taught sphere of her own massive womb into the space underneath the desk. "Oh FUCK Claire I need to cum... do you see..."

"How BIG she is? I'm not BLIND!" Claire hissed. "Stop whispering, someone's gonna look at you and see you!"

"God I h-hope I don't stop growing until I'm... I'm b-bigger than HER..." Meg sighed.

Claire's eyes widened and her lips felt dry. The mental image of Hannah's body with Meg's tiny, pretty face atop it made her heart pound so loud it sounded in her ears. "Y-you do?" she whispered.

"Soooooo big a-and round and full... I hope I... I can make it..." the nerd whispered back in a shaking voice, the arousal clearly advertised. "I-I want that! I NEED that!" she said, her words getting louder.

"Don't tease me Meg! Not here!" Claire muttered, but the words were no sooner out of her mouth than she felt Meg's knee tap her own as the shorter girl spread her legs wider. A tiny gasp and shaking sigh alerted anyone in the area to the fact that someone had just felt VERY nice indeed.

Claire and Meg's reverie was broken by their teacher's sudden announcement. "You know what?" Hannah cheered in a happy voice. "You kids should take the rest of the period off... enjoy your last day!" Most of the students rose immediately, but a few lingered... mostly the ones sitting near Claire and Meg.

Dave raised his hand. "Do we HAVE to leave?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room for which of the girls around him was getting off. From his vantage point, however, Meg was almost completely obscured from view by lab equipment. "I... it just sounds like..."

"That will be ALL, Mister Carson," Hannah chided, still luxuriating in the touch of her own hand across her tight, stretched stomach. As she shifted in her seat, the belly in her lap seemed to swell up as its contents shifted too, and Dave turned a shade of purple at the thought that the sexy sighs might have been from HER. She certainly seemed to be enjoying the feeling of her hand rubbing, stroking, teasing... touching... sliding across... that... HUGE... belly...

"S-see ya Miss Idenfield..." he murmured as if mesmerized, and as he left the teacher turned an eager eye to Claire and Meg.

"Good LORD girls, I thought you were gonna make me pop right in front of the whole class! The way you're... goodness! The way you're t-touching yourselves..." she panted, eyes bright and eager.

"US?" Claire gurgled. "Just look at YOURSELF! You can't stop... touching that..."

"My belly?" Hannah purred, and Meg let out a strangled cry of pleasure as Hannah's finger hooked the edge of the fabric of her tank top, letting a sliver of smooth, tight skin appear at the spot where the elastic waistband of her skirt ended. The orb of the teacher's stomach bulged over the waistband, almost spilling out completely, and at Meg's moans of arousal the teacher only teased her more by inhaling deeply and pushing the stretched-out skin to its absolute limit. "Why, do you LIKE this belly?" she teased.

"So BIG," Meg moaned, the stroking beneath the desk getting faster, her gasps and sighs growing more frequent. She twitched and leaned back in her seat, her larger, firm boobs pressed into her chin and her belly squashed against the underside of the desk as she pulled aside both her shorts and her panties to work her fingers inside of herself. "NEED to get... that BIG... oh Gawwwwwd..."

Claire felt like she was watching a tennis match, her eyes flitting now from her teacher, who lounged in her reclining office chair, to Meg, who filled the space between chair and desk almost completely. "You almost ARE th-that big, Meg," she admitted in a shaking voice.

"Not enough!" Meg gasped, her eyes glued to Hannah's body as another inch of skin was revealed and the teacher continued to peel the tank-top off her belly. "You... you like it too, right?"

"Do I like getting BIGGER?" Claire laughed at the preposterous notion as she tapped her own swollen belly, but couldn't help but think, YES, OH GOD HELP ME, YES I DO. "Ha!"

"No..." Meg groaned, her face flushing and sweating as she approached a plateau of pleasure, her fingering now shaky and frantic. "Nnnnnnnngh! You like... nnnnn... how b-b-BIG she is?"

Hannah grinned. "Yes Claire, answer the question... do you LIKE this?" she asked, and squeezed her belly free of its confines. Both her spectators sighed in relief as if it were their own body's escaping the tyranny of clothing... any at ALL seemed like a prison as they grew.

"I... oh FUCK!" Claire blurted, and she felt Meg shaking and spasming at her side as the nerdy girl came HARD. "I... I gotta..." she murmured while her lab partner gasped and panted and writhed, every twist of Meg's body bulging that huge belly in another direction.

"Come HERE, Claire," Hannah commanded, and Claire felt her feet move of their own accord. "You mentioned once you were... hypnotized by my belly?"

"Y... yes... man oh man, I just... can't stop STARING at you," Claire muttered, her eyes glued to Hannah's perfect skin, the amazing roundness on display for all the world to see. As she approached she fell to her knees and began to rub Hannah's belly in worship. This just made Meg groan and double her petting and stroking, slick juices coating the inside of her thighs.

"I love feeling you touch me," Hannah murmured happily as Claire took over rubbing the teacher's massive belly. "I'm so exhausted all the time, from dragging this big belly everywhere I go, plus my bags in case I start to give birth..." she sighed, tired but also happy. "But there's a part of me that NEVER wants this to end..."

"Me. Me, I want that," Claire mumbled, and began to kiss and lick the swollen surface of Hannah's stomach. Every touch made the tight skin twitch and shift, its contents bulging and squirming at the attention Claire lavished on the woman. "I don't want you to stop... just stay pregnant FOREVER!"

"If only that were possible, Claire," Hannah purred, stroking the blond hair on her student's head while the girl worshiped her womb. "But our kids want to be born... don't you want to meet them?"

Claire stammered. "N-no! I'm not... I'm not ready!"

Meg groaned, "Me neither... fffffffUCK I'm g-gonna... I'm... CUMMING!" she squealed, and a spray of fluids hitting the tile floor sounded behind Claire's head.

All three women froze, and suddenly began to giggle. "Oh my GOD look how much you SQUIRTED!" Claire chuckled. Meg, who could of course see nothing in the space in front of her abdomen, stretched and strained until she saw the impressive distance her orgasm had achieved. "Oh WOW, you'd think my water broke or something!"

As they chuckled Claire felt Hannah's belly tense under her fingertips and she stopped suddenly, returning her attention to the belly that held twins overdue for a MONTH. "Did... did I just feel you..." she began, and then she saw Hannah's face.

The teacher's eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly as if meditating, in and out. It was remarkably similar to their lamaze instructions... but instead of moving the birthing process along, Claire swore she felt the tightening contraction under her hands stop and vanish as Hannah seemed to dispel it AT WILL. "Holy shit..." Claire whispered, mostly to herself, and at her words Hannah opened her eyes and winked slyly at her. Claire could imagine she felt the astounding woman's belly had swollen larger, right under her probing fingers...

"Did you just STOP yourself from getting contractions? You really DO know some kind of way to stay pregnant forever!" Claire gasped, and as she spoke her next words Meg's shaking voice joined her in unison: "TEACH ME!"

"Like I said, girls... it's impossible to stay pregnant forever. I just have very good mental control of my body... I think my time's up at last, but I want to at least make it to the hospital before I start pushing and screaming, okay?" Sweat formed on the woman's forehead as she spoke, and Claire could feel the tight surface of Hannah's belly twitching and trembling, eager to expel its cargo. "Can you drive me, Claire? I'll call my sister on the way and she'll meet us there."

Claire nodded emphatically, but Meg just stood, straightening her twisted shorts and panties under the gigantic bulge of her belly. She grabbed her bookbag and said "I - I guess I should let you both go..."

"Don't be silly, Meg, you're welcome to come! As long as you don't mind waiting for me to deliver, that is!" Hannah let out a weak chuckle as Claire struggled to help her to her feet, both women wobbling and unsteady with the impressive weight they carried. Meg's eyes brightened, and when she smiled Claire couldn't help but feel a phantom warmth for the relationship that MIGHT have been, if Claire had gotten over herself and accepted the strange, new feelings she had... was it too late? Only weeks to go in both their pregnancies, and graduation... she had missed her chance to be happy with a great lover in the last days of her senior year.

Shaking her head to banish the melancholy thoughts, she reached for her cars keys. "Ladies," she cheered, "let's make some BABIES!"

********

The waiting room was painted a nice, peacefully sunny yellow color, with balloons of blue and pink everywhere. Women in various stages of labor were being wheeled in and out, down hallways in chairs pushed by anxious fathers or steady, comforting friends and relations. As some of the women passed by the two pregnant girls they gave them sympathetic grins. Hell, Claire thought she noticed one of them wink at her while stroking her own about-to-pop stomach and licking her lips suggestively.

It had been an easy trip into town, what with it being the middle of the day, but apparently the maternity ward was buzzing. Hushed but hurried exclamations of expectant worry and, yes, painful surprise carried across the room, and both girls felt their nerves absolutely on edge. Claire's guts felt like they were tying themselves in knots as she imagined herself in every wheelchair, her knees spread under the curve of her belly, sweat standing out on her forehead, plastering her hair to her face... her fears were temporarily banished each time she saw a happy, beaming new mother, some cradling their hard-won arrivals to their breast, some just smiling weakly while their partners showed off. Every happy mother became... Meg! In Claire's mind, she substituted Meg's pretty face for every joyful, satisfied woman... and her own for every pained, angry, frustrated or fearful mess of emotion.

It was all very overwhelming. "At the hospital AGAIN! I'm starting to feel like we live here," Claire muttered. "I'm just glad you finally went to a couple checkups..."

Meg glanced around surreptitiously. "Yeahhhhhh... finally got my own insurance..." She wrung her hands nervously, and Claire (who by now knew the nerdy girl pretty well) thrust her fists into her hips and turned to Meg. This squashed the front of their impressive wombs together, and though she was angry Claire couldn't help but enjoy the warm softness of the shorter girl's tummy pressed to her own.

"Did you LIE to me before? I thought we discussed it! You can't just expect to pop out a kid without insurance, it's hard enough to raise a newborn without having huge hospital payments at the same time!" She leaned forward and jabbed a finger into the top of Meg's spherical midsection. "TELL... ME... THE TRUTH!"

Suddenly it was Meg's turn to get angry. "What would YOU know about raising a newborn? You're giving yours up for ADOPTION! You don't have any right telling me what to do!"

"Don't change the subject!" Claire sputtered, but inside she was shocked and hurt. She thought she'd made the best decision for the future of everyone, including the unborn life inside of her. "You don't have a plan for what's coming at ALL!"

Meg's eyes filled with tears and she stamped her foot. "N-no plan is better than YOUR plan! That's just your solution to everything... enjoy it when you want, then you TOSS IT ASIDE!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Claire asked, but she had a sinking feeling she knew exactly what was bothering Meg.

"You're just using me, aren't you Claire? You keep coming back, keep getting my hopes up that you really care about me... but it's just sex every time. And your poor kid is no different! You're just going to dump him or her just like you're dumping me once you're not so hard-up you need to get off with some other hormonal pregnant chick, RIGHT?"

Claire could feel eyes on them as they argued and her ears burned. This ISN'T how it's supposed to go! she thought. I'm supposed to say something SWEET and then she realizes I cared for her the WHOLE TIME... Jesus, why can't I just fucking SAY THAT??? "Meg, I..."

Meg's tears ran freely down her cheeks, collecting at her pretty, freckled chin and dropping to form a damp spot on top of her stomach. As Claire struggled to find the words to finally express how she felt about her old friend and lover, her gaze followed one angry, bitter tear down it's path. "I just... I never..." Claire stammered.

"I can't tell if you want to hurt me on PURPOSE, or if you're just so INCAPABLE of satisfying anyone's needs but your own that you lost the a-ability t-to t-TELL how ah-I'm fuh-feeling..." Meg cried, and slumped into her chair. She looked absolutely miserable.

All I wanted was to feel good, Claire realized. From the beginning, when I wasn't gay... before I finally saw Meg was like me... NO, it's just a phase, a TEMPORARY THING...like me... pregnant and... HORNY... gay! Claire's face betrayed none of her inner turmoil. She'd grown TOO good at hiding it. I really AM gay... this isn't just some hormonal FLING, some out-of-nowhere fetish (although she couldn't deny she'd certainly fetishized pregnancy itself too)... "Meg, I..." LOVE YOU, she felt the words in her throat strain to be free, but some evil bitter angry hurtful terrified part of her held them back...

"You nuh-NEVER LOVED ME! AND YOU NEVER LOVED YOUR BABY, EITHER!" Meg sobbed, and as Claire stared, shocked and motionless, Meg got up and ran from the waiting room, down the hall to the doors, and out of sight.

******* ONE WEEK LATER **********

Claire's belly turned her graduation robe into a tent, the shimmering poly-blend growing staticky and clinging to her round belly. Fitting that she'd spent so long trying to hide it, and her belly would have the last laugh as she walked the stage to accept her diploma by being absolutely, unmistakably enormous.

In front of her stood Matt Somerson, Claire's traveling companion through years of alphabetical listings as they'd grown from grade-school. He was a gawky dude, sure, and she'd stopped being nice to him once they'd reached middle school, but now she realized he wasn't so bad... and behind her in line stood Harry Tandish, their school's lacrosse captain... and there ahead of them all was Anne Lively, who gave Dave Carson a bloody nose before prom... and Justine Orberon, who everyone seemed pretty sure had fucked their old bio teacher.

And no Meg Applewood. The A's had come and gone with their diplomas (when else?) right at the very beginning. Claire didn't see Meg's mom anywhere either. Her own parents waved at her as she scanned the crowd, believing her to be seeking them, and she smiled widely and waved back... a hollow gesture. She was wondering if she could ever forgive her dad for what he'd said to her when she'd finally confessed she was pregnant and getting "rid of it" was no longer an option.

And then what he'd said to her when she'd announced she was keeping her baby, no matter the consequences. That had been two days ago. After the hospital. Meg's words haunted her, but she wasn't keeping her baby out of guilt... she'd realized finally that for her life to matter she needed to let others into it, to give them the power to make her afraid and hurt and angry. Claire had grown up believing that those things were weaknesses she couldn't afford... but now she saw she'd never be whole without feeling them.

Even if she was terrified of being a mother, or a single mother... or a GAY single mother... she knew she didn't really have a choice. She had options available to her, like adoption, but those weren't choices she could make anymore. She was going to keep it. Going to keep HIM, she reminded herself, and she rubbed her tummy proudly. Where are you, Meg? she wondered as Matt was summoned to receive his diploma.

Calming her nerves, she prepared herself to march, NOT WADDLE, across the stage. She lifted her thoughtful, pouting lips into a proud smile, tilted her head high and straightened her shoulders. Her full, milk-engorged breasts pushed against the confines of her robe, and as she began to move she felt the material spread and cling to the round swell of her belly like the caress of an eager, nervous lover.

"CLAIRE SUMMERS," the voice boomed as she walked. "HONORS STUDENT, CHEERLEADING SQUAD, STUDENTS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVING, AND... CALL A DOCTOR!" Claire's eyes bugged out at this last announcement... and suddenly she realized she'd made a wet trail as she'd walked from her water breaking all over the stage. She saw in slow-motion the scurrying of fearful attending teachers, the withdrawing crowd of suddenly-disgusted parents in the front row, the awestruck and stunned expressions of her classmates... and while she was hurried offstage, diploma in-hand, she began to laugh! "Well! We sure know how to make sure everyone remembers us, hey kiddo?" she cackled at her stomach, and she soothed her clenching, contracting flesh as best she could...

******* ONE YEAR LATER *********

Bugs buzzed around her head as she stood, silent at the end of the driveway. It was lunchtime... the sun cast shadows that squatted stubborn at the bottom of their makers and provided no shade.

Good, Claire thought sarcastically. It's only fitting I should be sweating like I just played nine innings when I say what I came to say. She tried to summon her courage, but all she could feel was nervousness. It's not like she was ever SCARY, she chastised herself. It's just MEG! Remember, she's ticklish and she has that little dimple on her leg that makes her just CRAZY. That'll help keep from being scared.

But there was no calming her nerves, and eventually she just marched up to the door of the apartment and knocked. She could hear a shuffle of a chair against the floor and Meg's voice called out, "Just... ooof, just a SEC!"

"Hi Meg, sorry about just showing up I'm really sorry for everything I put you through and I don't know why I couldn't just say you're the only one who's ever loved me and I tried I really did and I can't live without you no really I didn't say it because I was scared but I love you I love you so much please don't call the cops," Claire mumbled under her breath as she waited. "Yeah, that about covers it," she sighed.

"Sorry," Meg huffed as she opened the door. "It's hard to get around these days... CLAIRE?"

Claire just stared at Meg. Had she ALWAYS been this pretty? Her bright, piercing eyes, her cute nose, her lips pinched nervously under straight, white teeth... and as she scanned her former lover and stammered helplessly, Claire registered the fact that Meg was standing with her hands pressed into her back, legs spread and hips tilted to accommodate the largest pregnant belly Claire had ever seen, larger than Miss Idenfield even! "Meg, I... can I come in?" Claire asked.

"SURE! Oh my GOD, how ARE you?" Meg shrieked happily, and she lunged forward to hug Claire tight... somehow their bodies remembered the shape of the other, their reflexes worked on a subconscious level and forced Claire's head to tilt downward ever so slightly... and their lips were pressed together before either woman registered what was happening! Claire felt warmth spreading through her whole body, as if Meg's kiss had thawed her out from a cryogenic sleep... she waited for the pregnant girl to break the kiss, content to enjoy it while it lasted.

Meg sighed happily and pressed her swollen belly tight to Claire's now-trim midsection. Her lips parted and rubbed against Claire's own, her head tilted and twisted as her jaws moved, and it dawned on Claire that Meg wasn't GOING to end the kiss in outrage and anger! Meg's skinny arms encircled Claire's shoulders, around her neck, and Claire's found Meg's rounded hips (the swell of Meg's belly bumping gently into Claire's elbows) and for a few minutes they just breathed each other in.

Meg pulled back very slowly and beamed at Claire. "So... what's up?" she said softly.

"I love you," Claire whispered. "I had to tell you," she added, and then awkwardly tacked on, "sorry."

"Oh, is that all?" Meg said, teasingly. She leaned forward again, her soft lips brushing Claire's, and whispered before she pressed them together again, "Let's see if I can forgive you..."

**********

After they finally stopped kissing, the women went into Meg's apartment. Meg offered Claire something to drink, admitting, "There's no alcohol, sorry..." while she pointed at her bulging tummy.

"I just... I don't understand!" Claire said. "There's no toys or kids stuff around... HOW can you STILL be pregnant?"

Meg paused as she set down her own glass of milk. Sighing, she sat down on the couch beside Claire. "Well now it's time for MY confession. I didn't sleep with some kid from school."

"Are you pregnant with an ALIEN?" Claire asked.

"What? No, that's silly!" Meg laughed. "I'm a surrogate! They say I have, like, the perfect uterus. I work from home doing web design, and I make money on the side... well, 'renting a womb', as they say!" She giggled a little and patted her belly. "Senior year was my first. This time around its twins for a couple in Philly. I TOLD you I wanted to get bigger than Miss Idenfield, remember?"

Claire stared. "That's a REAL JOB?"

Meg nodded. "It's not like it's EASY. They screen you like crazy for family history of diseases, mental illness, cancer... you gotta get checkups ALL the time, and of course most people don't LIKE being huge. And it's a risk every time, or so I'm told. But I love it so much... and it makes people so happy..." she smiled widely, then became serious. "I'm sorry I didn't admit it before, I just... I was feeling all weird about giving it up by the end of my first pregnancy that I said some really awful stuff to you. I'm SO sorry for what I said."

"I... Meg, I kept my son! You changed my mind! I wanted to thank you at graduation but you weren't there!" Claire felt herself getting all choked up. "Thank you so much! I love him so much, and you... you knew I was just afraid to feel that much for someone..."

Meg shushed her and wiped Claire's tears with her hands. "What's his name?" she asked.

"Nicholas. Nick Summers," Claire sniffed, beaming proudly. "He's the only man I need in my life." She held Meg's hand tight. "So thank you. Thank you again and again."

Pushing her glasses up her nose, Meg beamed a smile at her. "Don't thank ME. I'm happy you made the right choice for YOU. If you'd been another person, another situation... I mean, adoption is a good choice! I was just a knocked-up, broken-hearted nineteen year old being bitchy!"

"And now you're a happy, knocked-up twenty year old!" Claire giggled. "I know it's sudden and out of nowhere, and we haven't spoken in so long... and who knows how we changed in the past year..."

"Claire, I just kissed you for like fifteen minutes in front of my apartment. Are you asking me OUT?" Meg asked, eyebrows raised and lips curled in the sexiest smirk Claire had ever seen.

"Well... yeah," Claire admitted.

"You want sudden and out of nowhere?" Meg grinned. "Get in the bedroom! It's no fair you got to blow off your hormonal steam on me, and I've been sitting here getting gigantic with nobody around!" As she spoke, Meg rubbed her belly in slow, sensual circles. "Or do you have someplace you need to be?"

Claire's mouth watered at the sight of Meg's swollen womb, bulging round and full in the short girl's lap. "Oh God... even i-if I did I couldn't r-remember... stop teasing me Meg!" she gasped.

"What, like this?" Meg asked, and tugged her tight shirt an inch up her belly's swollen surface. "It's been so long... I can't remember if you like big bellies or not..."

"Ffffffffuck Meg..." Claire moaned while the other woman gave her a show by leaning back and peeling the maternity shirt up her swollen body inch by glorious inch, until Claire could see every bit of her.

"That's the idea," Meg said.

"Good Lord you're BIG. Do they give you some kind of steroids when you're a surrogate?" Claire asked while her hands stretched out to Meg's stomach and began to rub it in circles. Both women sighed at the feelings, Claire for the tightness of Meg's stretched skin, Meg for the warm, soft caress across her sore body.

"Just vitamins..." Meg sighed, eyes closed. She smiled as she felt Claire lean forward on the couch and begin to kiss the surface of her pregnant body. "Oh Claire... that's nice..."

Claire made her way up Meg's round torso, kissing in a zigzag pattern to cover as much of the stretched belly as she could. She moved her hands and lips higher, cupping and suckling from Meg's full breasts and earning a gasp and a long, satisfied moan from Meg. Higher still and Claire was nearly lying on top of Meg on the couch, her flat tummy pressed tight to Meg's round one.

"Promise you're not just messing with me," Meg whispered.

Claire kissed her a half dozen times, quick pecks on the lips that made little smacking sounds, squeezing her body against Meg. "Promise!" she said, and she meant it. They were together from that day forward, and Meg was pregnant as often as physically possible. Claire couldn't have been happier... despite her twisted turmoil of emotional baggage only one year ago, she'd made her life worthy and full of love.

THE END

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I really appreciate it!