A pregnant woman is visiting her friend, contemplating her pregnancy and her changing body as she approaches the front door. It's not fantastic, but I've never tried to write this kind of thing before so post a few positive comments if you fancy hearing a bit more! And leave some suggestions for what I should write about next. More Sam, or another character? Let me know!
Sam was now, frankly, enormous.
Her once small and perky breasts had swollen early on into the fatty, milk-filled globes which now decorated her chest, bouncing as she waddled towards the front door. They had shot out right at the beginning of her pregnancy, becoming huge almost overnight - so huge that she thought their growth would end there, but unfortunately for her, she was very very wrong. They had continued to grow at a steady pace throughout her pregnancy, and following her initial growth spurt in which she had inflated up three sizes from her initial 34B in just a month, her breasts had been swelling at the rate of about a cup-size every two months.
She was eight months pregnant.
God, they were huge.
She had worried that they would lose their shape as they grew - not that she had at all suspected that that they would reach such unbelievable proportions - but no, they remained full and pert, seeming to defy the laws of Physics as their enormity surely should not allow for them remain so perfectly round, and their immense weight surely should have caused them to sag, but slowly and surely they had swollen out in all directions with no sign of stopping, becoming plumper and fuller than ever as they filled with her milk, resting atop her bump.
She smiled at the word. "Bump" did not even begin to describe the planet which stuck out seemingly for miles in front of her body, stretching her shirt to the absolute limit (despite it being the largest size in the maternity section) and causing it to ride up slightly, exposing a smiling patch of flesh underneath her beach-ball belly. She would have pulled her shirt down to cover it if she could see it, but her gargantuan abdomen had hidden her lower body from her ever since she had passed month four.
She made her final few steps towards the house, raising her hand to press the doorbell briefly before bringing it swiftly down again before she had the chance, holding it protectively over her jutting midriff as she, unused to her size, had bumped into the door.
She was literally growing bigger by the day. Every morning she would wake up and she would be bigger, heavier, fatter than she had been the previous day; every morning she would gaze down at her vast, spherical abdomen, hoping against all odds that she would stop growing for just one night, that her dominating bump would have mercy on her little body and would let her have some relief, but no: her growth had only sped up.
She had heard that she would put on more weight in a shorter space of time in her last two months than she would during the rest of her pregnancy, but she didn't quite expect it to be like this. She seemed to walk into rooms and come out of them half an hour later bigger and rounder than ever before; she could practically feel her skin stretching with every second that passed, and the baby was running out of room to grow.
Every day she thought the same thing, that there was no way that she could possibly get any more vast, that the bump couldn't possibly keep on growing like this, but it was as stubborn as it was huge, and would not yield. Up until the seven month point she had almost not looked pregnant from behind - of course her hips had become wider and some of that baby weight had inevitably plumped out her bottom, but other than that bit of extra curvature she had continued to appear slim from the rear. The last month, however, had changed that. Running out of space to grow forwards, the bump had begun to grow outwards as well, forming the enormous, plump sphere that now subdued her, commanded her life, and in many ways incapacitated her, forcing her to walk with a definite waddle whenever she did manage to move.
As she pressed the doorbell with one hand she rubbed her stomach with the other, having to stretch to reach her protruding belly button. Very soon, she wouldn't be able to reach it; she would simply be too big. Driving here was hard enough, as fitting her changing body between her chair and the steering wheel was becoming quite the challenge. The seats were adjustable, but they only go so far back, and it was fortunate that she was now on maternity leave because the her bulging, gravid paunch was going to make her too huge to drive in a matter of weeks.
She splayed out her hands like starfish, exploring her roundness, pressing them into the sides of her bump and watching the pressure cause it to stick out even further in front of her before doing the same on the front a moment later and watching the enormous, fleshy globe threaten to tear the sides of her shirt. She stopped. It had happened before, and she didn't fancy it happening again; especially as she'd only just arrived.
As she heard footsteps approaching to answer the door, she wondered what Rebecca would think of her size. Sam knew that her bump was abnormally large, and Rebecca had commented on it only a month before. "Becks" as Sam called her, had two children but had a relatively average bump both times, and Sam could tell that she struggled not to express her shock every time that Sam paid a visit. But now, Becks would see the full extent of her enormous growth.
Sam looked down at her swelling bump and rubbed it one last time, hoping to God that the next month wouldn't grant her with too much more size. She loved her pregnant body, but she felt like she was going to burst already, and another month of rapid expansion may well cause that to happen.
She heard the door click and it swung open, revealing a gaping Rebecca.
"Oh my God," she said. "You just won't stop growing!"
"Oh, shut up, you" laughed Sam as she clumsily negotiated her heavily pregnant body through the door, shutting it behind her.
Sam was now, frankly, enormous.
Her once small and perky breasts had swollen early on into the fatty, milk-filled globes which now decorated her chest, bouncing as she waddled towards the front door. They had shot out right at the beginning of her pregnancy, becoming huge almost overnight - so huge that she thought their growth would end there, but unfortunately for her, she was very very wrong. They had continued to grow at a steady pace throughout her pregnancy, and following her initial growth spurt in which she had inflated up three sizes from her initial 34B in just a month, her breasts had been swelling at the rate of about a cup-size every two months.
She was eight months pregnant.
God, they were huge.
She had worried that they would lose their shape as they grew - not that she had at all suspected that that they would reach such unbelievable proportions - but no, they remained full and pert, seeming to defy the laws of Physics as their enormity surely should not allow for them remain so perfectly round, and their immense weight surely should have caused them to sag, but slowly and surely they had swollen out in all directions with no sign of stopping, becoming plumper and fuller than ever as they filled with her milk, resting atop her bump.
She smiled at the word. "Bump" did not even begin to describe the planet which stuck out seemingly for miles in front of her body, stretching her shirt to the absolute limit (despite it being the largest size in the maternity section) and causing it to ride up slightly, exposing a smiling patch of flesh underneath her beach-ball belly. She would have pulled her shirt down to cover it if she could see it, but her gargantuan abdomen had hidden her lower body from her ever since she had passed month four.
She made her final few steps towards the house, raising her hand to press the doorbell briefly before bringing it swiftly down again before she had the chance, holding it protectively over her jutting midriff as she, unused to her size, had bumped into the door.
She was literally growing bigger by the day. Every morning she would wake up and she would be bigger, heavier, fatter than she had been the previous day; every morning she would gaze down at her vast, spherical abdomen, hoping against all odds that she would stop growing for just one night, that her dominating bump would have mercy on her little body and would let her have some relief, but no: her growth had only sped up.
She had heard that she would put on more weight in a shorter space of time in her last two months than she would during the rest of her pregnancy, but she didn't quite expect it to be like this. She seemed to walk into rooms and come out of them half an hour later bigger and rounder than ever before; she could practically feel her skin stretching with every second that passed, and the baby was running out of room to grow.
Every day she thought the same thing, that there was no way that she could possibly get any more vast, that the bump couldn't possibly keep on growing like this, but it was as stubborn as it was huge, and would not yield. Up until the seven month point she had almost not looked pregnant from behind - of course her hips had become wider and some of that baby weight had inevitably plumped out her bottom, but other than that bit of extra curvature she had continued to appear slim from the rear. The last month, however, had changed that. Running out of space to grow forwards, the bump had begun to grow outwards as well, forming the enormous, plump sphere that now subdued her, commanded her life, and in many ways incapacitated her, forcing her to walk with a definite waddle whenever she did manage to move.
As she pressed the doorbell with one hand she rubbed her stomach with the other, having to stretch to reach her protruding belly button. Very soon, she wouldn't be able to reach it; she would simply be too big. Driving here was hard enough, as fitting her changing body between her chair and the steering wheel was becoming quite the challenge. The seats were adjustable, but they only go so far back, and it was fortunate that she was now on maternity leave because the her bulging, gravid paunch was going to make her too huge to drive in a matter of weeks.
She splayed out her hands like starfish, exploring her roundness, pressing them into the sides of her bump and watching the pressure cause it to stick out even further in front of her before doing the same on the front a moment later and watching the enormous, fleshy globe threaten to tear the sides of her shirt. She stopped. It had happened before, and she didn't fancy it happening again; especially as she'd only just arrived.
As she heard footsteps approaching to answer the door, she wondered what Rebecca would think of her size. Sam knew that her bump was abnormally large, and Rebecca had commented on it only a month before. "Becks" as Sam called her, had two children but had a relatively average bump both times, and Sam could tell that she struggled not to express her shock every time that Sam paid a visit. But now, Becks would see the full extent of her enormous growth.
Sam looked down at her swelling bump and rubbed it one last time, hoping to God that the next month wouldn't grant her with too much more size. She loved her pregnant body, but she felt like she was going to burst already, and another month of rapid expansion may well cause that to happen.
She heard the door click and it swung open, revealing a gaping Rebecca.
"Oh my God," she said. "You just won't stop growing!"
"Oh, shut up, you" laughed Sam as she clumsily negotiated her heavily pregnant body through the door, shutting it behind her.
