The version I have saved seems to be a bit longer though sadly it seems like the story was never completed.
“You’re home a bit early today. Its good that you got here just when you did, Mom and I would have had a hard time standing me upright by ourselves!”
Lance nuzzles Nancy’s neck lovingly, kissing her soft and gently. Nancy moans softly, partially embarrassed as her Mother tries to look away.
“S…s…stop, sweetheart. This is how this all got started anyway,” Nancy says trying to hold her gigantic belly up higher.
“Hmmm, I see your point, “Lance replies “But… at least we don’t have to worry about you getting any more preggers, do we?” He says mockingly.
“Heh heh, you are so not funny,” Nancy replies sarcastically, shaking her fist.
The Jacuzzi fills up slowly, Nancy taps her fingers its marble surface, waiting impatiently.
“I’ll be back a little later,” Mrs. Connor says and scurries off to a distant part of the house.
“What’s the matter with her,” Lance asks, noticing her uneasiness.
“Well… she hadn’t seen me… err, my bare tummy in awhile and … well, I’m a lot bigger than the last time and she was a bit shocked,” Nancy articulates grudgingly.
“Do you think we’ve overstayed our visit here? I mean, her house is so large and could accommodate all of us even after the babies are here,” Lance reasons.
“At first I was reluctant to move here, but now with the babies so close I was hoping to stay for quite some time.”
Nancy leans over, ever so slightly to brush her hands through the water, testing it for warmth and sighs longingly.
Her daily bathing was the one thing that she really looked forward to now that sex seemed to be out of the question. Sure, Dr. Shepherd had told her about sex causing pre-term labor but somehow, from the very beginning, she knew that she’d carry the babies to full term.
“Ready?” Nancy queries, slowly standing upright; her gargantuan tummy and breast bulging uncontrollably.
“Easy, nice and slow,” Lance says as they anticipate descending the five steps down into the hot tub.
Just six months ago going down into the hot tub was an extremely simple task, back then when Nancy was the size of a normal full term pregnant woman with just one baby.
But now, just walking around takes forethought and planning, maneuvering her mammoth body was akin to a tug jockeying an ocean liner.
“Okay, first step is coming up,” Lance says directing Nancy into the Jacuzzi whilst holding her forearm with one hand, balancing her tummy with the other.
Nancy leans backwards, her monstrous belly rises higher as she descends into the tub.
She reluctantly remembers several weeks ago attempting to enter the Jacuzzi solo, remembering the shock of falling headlong into the hot tub as she lost her balance.
Recalling vividly the tremendous splash she created as she and her colossal belly pierced the water with a terrific splash, displacing nearly all of the contents.
She unenthusiastically remembers the embarrassment she felt when Lance returned home, to find her stuck, belly down as it were, in the Jacuzzi; completely unable to get out alone.
Nancy sighs and steels her resolve as she descends further and further.
Finally, she feels the bottom of her profound tummy enter the warm water, her girth cutting through like an ice-tanker in the Artic.
Gradually she feels lighter, the weight of her belly lifting, becoming practically buoyant.
With unnatural ease, Nancy descends further into the oversized Jacuzzi, the water contents rising near the top of the tank as she and her gigantic tummy displace more and more water.
“I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful this feels!” Nancy says as she glides around the water.
Lately, Nancy has noticed that the bigger she gets the more buoyant she feels.
She became aware of this a few days ago whilst swimming in the Olympic sized pool.
Nancy observed that, while lying on her back in the water, her oversized belly sticking high into the air like an iceberg in the ocean, she could float effortlessly.
Even more bizarre was when she discovered that she could not remain submerged under the water for very long.
It was hard enough to even get all of her body beneath the surface of the water in the first place, but remaining submerged was practically impossible.
As she lies back in the Jacuzzi, Lance clasps a large bar of soap nearby, lathers up the wash cloth and begins the wash Nancy’s substantially cumbersome abdomen.
Nancy reaches around to her back, unclasps her oversized bra, releasing her 44 triple-G breasts.
They flop onto her tummy heavily accompanied with an audible thud!
Nancy sighs, “I knew I always wanted big breasts, I mean getting through high school with just a “A” cup didn’t help much. But these, these big boys are more than I ever imagined!”
Lance chuckles sympathetically, “Just wait till your milk comes in to feed all of our children!”
Nancy emits a loud guffaw, shaking her astounding belly which in turn causes the rest of her body to quiver and quake! Sir Thomas Newton’s third law of motion can be seen vividly as Nancy’s body now completely fluctuates uncontrollably.
The water in the hot top begins to roll, cresting the top and splashing over, onto the pool area.
Nancy’s eye widen in disbelief, they both reach for her tremendous belly attempting to stop the shaking. Lance tries to reach around Nancy’s entire tummy trying to quell the trembling, finding its girth far too wide too allow his fingers to touch.
Finally, after several minutes the shaking subsides; both Nancy and Lance simply stare at her mountainous belly, their mouths gaped open in amazement!
“It’s almost like this tummy has a mind of its own; I mean now… there is more belly than anything!” Nancy says, completely astounded.
Cautiously Lance returns to bathing his breath-taking beauty, caressing tenderly her belly and breast with warm soap and water.
After a few moments Nancy’s eyes flutter as she settles into a blissful relaxed state, her arms float alongside her remarkable breasts.
“This feels so good!” She says, almost moaning.
“It certainly does!” Lance blurts out without thinking..
Nancy reopens her eyes slightly, taking in the sight of Lance caressing her absurdly oversized belly with such tenderness and care, she falls in love with him all over again.
“You very much enjoy me like this, don’t you sweetie?” Nancy asks quietly.
“Yes I do love… but sometimes with mixed feelings,” Lance answers cautiously.
“I mean, I often dreamed of our lives together with you pregnant with my children; growing huge and you carried them to full term. I even imagined, in my most fertile dreams, you carrying twins or even triplets; your belly really, REALLY big as your pregnancy progressed,” Lance says.
“But this… this,” Lance continues, gesturing towards Nancy’s colossal belly, “Defies even my wildest imagination! I mean, 55 babies!”
“I know it’s pretty selfish of me,” Lance says, “Especially since you’ve had such a hard time getting around lately. But I LOVE you like this, so very big and full of life. I wish it would last forever!”
The phone rings, Lance rolls his eyes and ventures out of the Jacuzzi to answer.
Nancy languidly returns from her blissful, extremely relaxed state. Although she can no longer see Lance, her colossal belly more than blocks her view, she can hear his replies and they do not sound very positive.
“… but you said today was the day, you said that she wouldn’t have to go beyond this point,” Lance declares solidly!
“Dammit Doc, she’s going to be WAY disappointed, is there any, any way you could get all of the required personnel there today… even tomorrow?!” He questions.
“Oh… okay Doc, I’ll tell her the news, we’ll see you soon. Please, please call if anything changes,” Lances replies, hanging up the phone.
Pausing to collect himself, Lance slowly walks back towards Nancy. Patiently she waits in the Jacuzzi, her gargantuan belly still covered with soap suds.
“Is everything okay?” Nancy queries, sensing his uneasiness.
“Well… sorta,” Lance answers vaguely.
“Who was that? Are the babies okay?” Nancy presses, instinctively protecting her unborn children as all mothers do.
“You see sweetheart, the thing is….” Lance says, his voice trailing off, searching for just the right way to break the news.
“….that was Dr. Shepherd; he says that although he is ready to deliver the babies today, the hospital has told him that they’re not fully prepared yet. That they don’t have enough available nurses, extra doctors and… even worse, they’re not quite sure when they’ll all arrive,” Lance explains, his eyes looking downward.
Nancy sighs heavily, her gigantic tummy lifting higher and now well above the top of the Jacuzzi.
A tiny teardrop appears, and then rolls down her face, plopping softly into the warm water.
“Oh well… I wasn’t quite ready to deliver them anyway. I was hoping to have a 100” tummy anyway,” Nancy says, unconvincingly.
Lance returns to her side, yet finds that he has nothing to say, no positive words come to his mind.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Lance says, shaking his head.
“Ready?” Lance asks quietly. Nancy just nods her head and, with great concentrated effort slowly stands up, climbs the stairs to exit the Jacuzzi.
Just then as if by cue, Mrs. Connor returns to the backyard area, carrying an armful of multi-colored towels and a tape measure.
“Everything okay,” Mrs. Connor returns, sensing a change in attitude.
“Well… I think so Mom, it’s just that… I’ll be pregnant a little longer,” Nancy replies with sad, puppy dog eyes.
Mrs. Connor cocks her head, puzzled.
“Dr. Shepherd called, said that the hospital staff wasn’t quite ready for us… not enough people had arrived for today’s scheduled delivery. He said that they’re still coming but couldn’t give us a firm day or time… Nancy is a bit frustrated,” Lance explains.
Mrs. Connors journeys over to Nancy’s side, places her hands gently on Nancy’s colossal tummy, patting it gently.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know that you’re disappointed, but just think… the longer that they remain inside of you, the bigger and healthier they’ll be,” Mrs. Connors says, trying to reassure her.
“Yes, yes… I know that Mom,” Nancy sighs, “But they bigger they get, the bigger I get! I’m not sure that I’ll be able to walk much longer!”
Nancy leans backward, pushing her enormous belly out even further for effect, bumping into Mrs. Connor causing her to stumble backwards.
“Oops, sorry Mama,” Nancy gushes.
Startled, Mrs. Connor continues, “Well, I brought some towels and the tape measure. I’ve gotta go out for awhile, I’ll call you two later.”
Quickly, Mrs. Connor exits, they hear the front door shut soundly off in the distant corner of the house.
“That was strange,” Lance says surprised grabbing several towels, “What’s with her?”
Lance ponders over to Nancy, still standing by the entryway using the doorframe to keep and maintain her balance.
He begins to towel the wetness off her impossibly large body, starting from her feet working his way upwards. Nancy cranes her neck from side to side as she loses sight of her husband-to-be, her tremendously large tummy blocking her view.
Lance massages as well as dries his damp fiancé with great care as he rises slowly. Reaching her monumental tummy he continues gingerly, languidly knowing full well that she’ll never, ever look like this again. Nancy smiles, cooing softly as he circles her enormous body slowly.
“I… I… I think my Mom might be off again,” Nancy declares nonchalantly, her eyes closed as she concentrates on both Lances lovely touch and maintaining her balance whilst still standing.
“Sometimes she just leaves, off to parts unknown,” Nancy remarks.
“No way, she knows that you’re about to… dammit, we just told her that you weren’t going to deliver for awhile and, since she trusts me to continue taking care of you, then…” Lance says, his voice trailing off.
After several minutes of toweling her off, he finally reaches Nancy’s beautiful, jet black hair. The extra hormones in her mammoth body has made her hair grow extra quickly remaining very full and healthy. Now shoulder length, Lance squeezes handfuls of hair, wrenching water away.
“As much as I love having you dry me off sweetheart, I have to lie down or at least sit down, my legs are getting tired,” Nancy says, patting her humongous tummy.
“I know… I know,” Lance answers, impatiently.
“You try standing for very long carrying over three times your body weight, see how tired you feel!” Nancy retorts angrily.
Lance sighs apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just enjoying drying you off so much, I forgot about the time. Just let me measure you then I’ll put you down for a nice morning nap.”
“Okay… err, when was the last time that we did this anyway?” Nancy queries.
“Last month I think,” Lance answers.
“I know I’ve grown a lot since then,” Nancy asserts, attempting to hold her colossal belly up from the side, “I’m scared to think how much!”
“Let’s just start at the top,” Lance says, grabbing the tape measure, “Hold this end.”
Nancy steadies herself before releasing her grip of the door jamb and settles the end of the tape measure onto her breast. Her ponderous mammaries have swollen considerable in the last few weeks, in anticipation of her impending birth, sticking out nearly a foot in front of her.
Lance gradually eases out the yellow tape measure unwinding it from her front to her back. His eyes progressively growing larger as they dart back and forth from Nancy’s chest to the tape measure as he lets it out further and further.
“… forty five, forty eight….” He declares to himself, “fifty…. Fifty seven… Ohmigod!”
“Oh…okay, so my breasts have gotten a little bit bigger, no problem right… right?” Nancy says, perturbed.
“N…no….no problem sweetheart,” Lance interjects quickly. “It’s just that…well; you use to be a “B” cup right?”
“Yeah… and your point is?” Nancy answers abruptly, clearly annoyed.
“Well… err, I was reading one of your childbirth books and it said that your milk hasn’t even come in yet,” Lance gushes, reaching out and gently brushes her right breast with his fingers. Instantly they become erect, Nancy’s nipple sticking out thumb length.
“S…sss…stop that,” Nancy says trying to turn away, “You know how easy it is to get me aroused these days!”
“Oh… I forget; my bad,” Lance smirks.
“Just hurry up, this thing is heavy,” Nancy says, holding her blimp-sized belly.
Nancy snatches the tape measure from Lance’s hands and tries to place around her spectacular tummy.
With one end in one hand she attempts to circumnavigate her profound tummy with the other hand but quickly realizes, again, that she is far to big to do this alone. Twisting and turning as best she can, Nancy’s movements and sheer ineptness remind Lance of the proverbial dog chasing its tail.
Shrugging her shoulders in defeat, Nancy looks up to find an enormous smile across Lances face, “Laugh it up, funnyman!” she says.
With puppy-like eyes she asks, “Could you help a pregnant girl out instead of just smiling and gawking at her?”
Chortling, Lance grabs the opposite end of the 120” tape measure and begins to circle his abundantly gravid girlfriend. The numbers whiz by in his hands as he surrounds her, her heavily inflated body protruding out in all directions.
For the first time, as he looks very closely he can actually see her massive tummy bulge out in several directions as the dozens of babies kick and move around.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Lance return back to the task at hand and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he rechecks his tape measure progress, “…ninety-nine, one hundred two….one hundred seven,” he whispers unbelievably.
Peering around her fantastic tummy whilst still measuring it becomes apparent that he’ll run out of tape measure before he reaches fully around her preposterously engorged tummy!
“Holy….” Lance clamors, “I can’t believe it! I just ran out; this 120” tape measure is not… not big enough to measure you!”
“You’re telling me,” Nancy remarks unsurprised, dropping it as she heads for the couch,
“I just have to sit down now; these babies are almost too heavy for me anymore!” Nancy says as she bounds heavily towards the plush, red couch.
“I understand sweetheart, take a break and I’ll get us something to drink,” Lance replies, feeling guilty.
Nancy drops onto their resting place heavily, the couch groans in protest as over 350 lbs. of weight is suddenly thrust upon it. Fortunately this particular couch sitting area is very deep, nearly as wide as it is long, allowing Nancy’s gargantuan belly to flop over sideways yet still allow her to remain on the couch comfortably.
She learned her lesson last month the hard way when she tried a similar movement on the much narrower entertainment room couch, only to have the weight of her colossal belly shift and pull her off the couch and onto the hardwood floor with a tremendous thud!
A few moments later, Lance returns to find Nancy fast asleep… simply worn out from today’s activities.
Dutiful Lance gathers the largest afghan pullover and covers her as best he can.
A gentle kiss on her cheek accompanied with a soothing belly rub and taking time to wish them all a nice nap, Lance departs quietly.
The loud din of Nancy snoring follows as he exits the room.
“You’re home a bit early today. Its good that you got here just when you did, Mom and I would have had a hard time standing me upright by ourselves!”
Lance nuzzles Nancy’s neck lovingly, kissing her soft and gently. Nancy moans softly, partially embarrassed as her Mother tries to look away.
“S…s…stop, sweetheart. This is how this all got started anyway,” Nancy says trying to hold her gigantic belly up higher.
“Hmmm, I see your point, “Lance replies “But… at least we don’t have to worry about you getting any more preggers, do we?” He says mockingly.
“Heh heh, you are so not funny,” Nancy replies sarcastically, shaking her fist.
The Jacuzzi fills up slowly, Nancy taps her fingers its marble surface, waiting impatiently.
“I’ll be back a little later,” Mrs. Connor says and scurries off to a distant part of the house.
“What’s the matter with her,” Lance asks, noticing her uneasiness.
“Well… she hadn’t seen me… err, my bare tummy in awhile and … well, I’m a lot bigger than the last time and she was a bit shocked,” Nancy articulates grudgingly.
“Do you think we’ve overstayed our visit here? I mean, her house is so large and could accommodate all of us even after the babies are here,” Lance reasons.
“At first I was reluctant to move here, but now with the babies so close I was hoping to stay for quite some time.”
Nancy leans over, ever so slightly to brush her hands through the water, testing it for warmth and sighs longingly.
Her daily bathing was the one thing that she really looked forward to now that sex seemed to be out of the question. Sure, Dr. Shepherd had told her about sex causing pre-term labor but somehow, from the very beginning, she knew that she’d carry the babies to full term.
“Ready?” Nancy queries, slowly standing upright; her gargantuan tummy and breast bulging uncontrollably.
“Easy, nice and slow,” Lance says as they anticipate descending the five steps down into the hot tub.
Just six months ago going down into the hot tub was an extremely simple task, back then when Nancy was the size of a normal full term pregnant woman with just one baby.
But now, just walking around takes forethought and planning, maneuvering her mammoth body was akin to a tug jockeying an ocean liner.
“Okay, first step is coming up,” Lance says directing Nancy into the Jacuzzi whilst holding her forearm with one hand, balancing her tummy with the other.
Nancy leans backwards, her monstrous belly rises higher as she descends into the tub.
She reluctantly remembers several weeks ago attempting to enter the Jacuzzi solo, remembering the shock of falling headlong into the hot tub as she lost her balance.
Recalling vividly the tremendous splash she created as she and her colossal belly pierced the water with a terrific splash, displacing nearly all of the contents.
She unenthusiastically remembers the embarrassment she felt when Lance returned home, to find her stuck, belly down as it were, in the Jacuzzi; completely unable to get out alone.
Nancy sighs and steels her resolve as she descends further and further.
Finally, she feels the bottom of her profound tummy enter the warm water, her girth cutting through like an ice-tanker in the Artic.
Gradually she feels lighter, the weight of her belly lifting, becoming practically buoyant.
With unnatural ease, Nancy descends further into the oversized Jacuzzi, the water contents rising near the top of the tank as she and her gigantic tummy displace more and more water.
“I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful this feels!” Nancy says as she glides around the water.
Lately, Nancy has noticed that the bigger she gets the more buoyant she feels.
She became aware of this a few days ago whilst swimming in the Olympic sized pool.
Nancy observed that, while lying on her back in the water, her oversized belly sticking high into the air like an iceberg in the ocean, she could float effortlessly.
Even more bizarre was when she discovered that she could not remain submerged under the water for very long.
It was hard enough to even get all of her body beneath the surface of the water in the first place, but remaining submerged was practically impossible.
As she lies back in the Jacuzzi, Lance clasps a large bar of soap nearby, lathers up the wash cloth and begins the wash Nancy’s substantially cumbersome abdomen.
Nancy reaches around to her back, unclasps her oversized bra, releasing her 44 triple-G breasts.
They flop onto her tummy heavily accompanied with an audible thud!
Nancy sighs, “I knew I always wanted big breasts, I mean getting through high school with just a “A” cup didn’t help much. But these, these big boys are more than I ever imagined!”
Lance chuckles sympathetically, “Just wait till your milk comes in to feed all of our children!”
Nancy emits a loud guffaw, shaking her astounding belly which in turn causes the rest of her body to quiver and quake! Sir Thomas Newton’s third law of motion can be seen vividly as Nancy’s body now completely fluctuates uncontrollably.
The water in the hot top begins to roll, cresting the top and splashing over, onto the pool area.
Nancy’s eye widen in disbelief, they both reach for her tremendous belly attempting to stop the shaking. Lance tries to reach around Nancy’s entire tummy trying to quell the trembling, finding its girth far too wide too allow his fingers to touch.
Finally, after several minutes the shaking subsides; both Nancy and Lance simply stare at her mountainous belly, their mouths gaped open in amazement!
“It’s almost like this tummy has a mind of its own; I mean now… there is more belly than anything!” Nancy says, completely astounded.
Cautiously Lance returns to bathing his breath-taking beauty, caressing tenderly her belly and breast with warm soap and water.
After a few moments Nancy’s eyes flutter as she settles into a blissful relaxed state, her arms float alongside her remarkable breasts.
“This feels so good!” She says, almost moaning.
“It certainly does!” Lance blurts out without thinking..
Nancy reopens her eyes slightly, taking in the sight of Lance caressing her absurdly oversized belly with such tenderness and care, she falls in love with him all over again.
“You very much enjoy me like this, don’t you sweetie?” Nancy asks quietly.
“Yes I do love… but sometimes with mixed feelings,” Lance answers cautiously.
“I mean, I often dreamed of our lives together with you pregnant with my children; growing huge and you carried them to full term. I even imagined, in my most fertile dreams, you carrying twins or even triplets; your belly really, REALLY big as your pregnancy progressed,” Lance says.
“But this… this,” Lance continues, gesturing towards Nancy’s colossal belly, “Defies even my wildest imagination! I mean, 55 babies!”
“I know it’s pretty selfish of me,” Lance says, “Especially since you’ve had such a hard time getting around lately. But I LOVE you like this, so very big and full of life. I wish it would last forever!”
The phone rings, Lance rolls his eyes and ventures out of the Jacuzzi to answer.
Nancy languidly returns from her blissful, extremely relaxed state. Although she can no longer see Lance, her colossal belly more than blocks her view, she can hear his replies and they do not sound very positive.
“… but you said today was the day, you said that she wouldn’t have to go beyond this point,” Lance declares solidly!
“Dammit Doc, she’s going to be WAY disappointed, is there any, any way you could get all of the required personnel there today… even tomorrow?!” He questions.
“Oh… okay Doc, I’ll tell her the news, we’ll see you soon. Please, please call if anything changes,” Lances replies, hanging up the phone.
Pausing to collect himself, Lance slowly walks back towards Nancy. Patiently she waits in the Jacuzzi, her gargantuan belly still covered with soap suds.
“Is everything okay?” Nancy queries, sensing his uneasiness.
“Well… sorta,” Lance answers vaguely.
“Who was that? Are the babies okay?” Nancy presses, instinctively protecting her unborn children as all mothers do.
“You see sweetheart, the thing is….” Lance says, his voice trailing off, searching for just the right way to break the news.
“….that was Dr. Shepherd; he says that although he is ready to deliver the babies today, the hospital has told him that they’re not fully prepared yet. That they don’t have enough available nurses, extra doctors and… even worse, they’re not quite sure when they’ll all arrive,” Lance explains, his eyes looking downward.
Nancy sighs heavily, her gigantic tummy lifting higher and now well above the top of the Jacuzzi.
A tiny teardrop appears, and then rolls down her face, plopping softly into the warm water.
“Oh well… I wasn’t quite ready to deliver them anyway. I was hoping to have a 100” tummy anyway,” Nancy says, unconvincingly.
Lance returns to her side, yet finds that he has nothing to say, no positive words come to his mind.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Lance says, shaking his head.
“Ready?” Lance asks quietly. Nancy just nods her head and, with great concentrated effort slowly stands up, climbs the stairs to exit the Jacuzzi.
Just then as if by cue, Mrs. Connor returns to the backyard area, carrying an armful of multi-colored towels and a tape measure.
“Everything okay,” Mrs. Connor returns, sensing a change in attitude.
“Well… I think so Mom, it’s just that… I’ll be pregnant a little longer,” Nancy replies with sad, puppy dog eyes.
Mrs. Connor cocks her head, puzzled.
“Dr. Shepherd called, said that the hospital staff wasn’t quite ready for us… not enough people had arrived for today’s scheduled delivery. He said that they’re still coming but couldn’t give us a firm day or time… Nancy is a bit frustrated,” Lance explains.
Mrs. Connors journeys over to Nancy’s side, places her hands gently on Nancy’s colossal tummy, patting it gently.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know that you’re disappointed, but just think… the longer that they remain inside of you, the bigger and healthier they’ll be,” Mrs. Connors says, trying to reassure her.
“Yes, yes… I know that Mom,” Nancy sighs, “But they bigger they get, the bigger I get! I’m not sure that I’ll be able to walk much longer!”
Nancy leans backward, pushing her enormous belly out even further for effect, bumping into Mrs. Connor causing her to stumble backwards.
“Oops, sorry Mama,” Nancy gushes.
Startled, Mrs. Connor continues, “Well, I brought some towels and the tape measure. I’ve gotta go out for awhile, I’ll call you two later.”
Quickly, Mrs. Connor exits, they hear the front door shut soundly off in the distant corner of the house.
“That was strange,” Lance says surprised grabbing several towels, “What’s with her?”
Lance ponders over to Nancy, still standing by the entryway using the doorframe to keep and maintain her balance.
He begins to towel the wetness off her impossibly large body, starting from her feet working his way upwards. Nancy cranes her neck from side to side as she loses sight of her husband-to-be, her tremendously large tummy blocking her view.
Lance massages as well as dries his damp fiancé with great care as he rises slowly. Reaching her monumental tummy he continues gingerly, languidly knowing full well that she’ll never, ever look like this again. Nancy smiles, cooing softly as he circles her enormous body slowly.
“I… I… I think my Mom might be off again,” Nancy declares nonchalantly, her eyes closed as she concentrates on both Lances lovely touch and maintaining her balance whilst still standing.
“Sometimes she just leaves, off to parts unknown,” Nancy remarks.
“No way, she knows that you’re about to… dammit, we just told her that you weren’t going to deliver for awhile and, since she trusts me to continue taking care of you, then…” Lance says, his voice trailing off.
After several minutes of toweling her off, he finally reaches Nancy’s beautiful, jet black hair. The extra hormones in her mammoth body has made her hair grow extra quickly remaining very full and healthy. Now shoulder length, Lance squeezes handfuls of hair, wrenching water away.
“As much as I love having you dry me off sweetheart, I have to lie down or at least sit down, my legs are getting tired,” Nancy says, patting her humongous tummy.
“I know… I know,” Lance answers, impatiently.
“You try standing for very long carrying over three times your body weight, see how tired you feel!” Nancy retorts angrily.
Lance sighs apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just enjoying drying you off so much, I forgot about the time. Just let me measure you then I’ll put you down for a nice morning nap.”
“Okay… err, when was the last time that we did this anyway?” Nancy queries.
“Last month I think,” Lance answers.
“I know I’ve grown a lot since then,” Nancy asserts, attempting to hold her colossal belly up from the side, “I’m scared to think how much!”
“Let’s just start at the top,” Lance says, grabbing the tape measure, “Hold this end.”
Nancy steadies herself before releasing her grip of the door jamb and settles the end of the tape measure onto her breast. Her ponderous mammaries have swollen considerable in the last few weeks, in anticipation of her impending birth, sticking out nearly a foot in front of her.
Lance gradually eases out the yellow tape measure unwinding it from her front to her back. His eyes progressively growing larger as they dart back and forth from Nancy’s chest to the tape measure as he lets it out further and further.
“… forty five, forty eight….” He declares to himself, “fifty…. Fifty seven… Ohmigod!”
“Oh…okay, so my breasts have gotten a little bit bigger, no problem right… right?” Nancy says, perturbed.
“N…no….no problem sweetheart,” Lance interjects quickly. “It’s just that…well; you use to be a “B” cup right?”
“Yeah… and your point is?” Nancy answers abruptly, clearly annoyed.
“Well… err, I was reading one of your childbirth books and it said that your milk hasn’t even come in yet,” Lance gushes, reaching out and gently brushes her right breast with his fingers. Instantly they become erect, Nancy’s nipple sticking out thumb length.
“S…sss…stop that,” Nancy says trying to turn away, “You know how easy it is to get me aroused these days!”
“Oh… I forget; my bad,” Lance smirks.
“Just hurry up, this thing is heavy,” Nancy says, holding her blimp-sized belly.
Nancy snatches the tape measure from Lance’s hands and tries to place around her spectacular tummy.
With one end in one hand she attempts to circumnavigate her profound tummy with the other hand but quickly realizes, again, that she is far to big to do this alone. Twisting and turning as best she can, Nancy’s movements and sheer ineptness remind Lance of the proverbial dog chasing its tail.
Shrugging her shoulders in defeat, Nancy looks up to find an enormous smile across Lances face, “Laugh it up, funnyman!” she says.
With puppy-like eyes she asks, “Could you help a pregnant girl out instead of just smiling and gawking at her?”
Chortling, Lance grabs the opposite end of the 120” tape measure and begins to circle his abundantly gravid girlfriend. The numbers whiz by in his hands as he surrounds her, her heavily inflated body protruding out in all directions.
For the first time, as he looks very closely he can actually see her massive tummy bulge out in several directions as the dozens of babies kick and move around.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Lance return back to the task at hand and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he rechecks his tape measure progress, “…ninety-nine, one hundred two….one hundred seven,” he whispers unbelievably.
Peering around her fantastic tummy whilst still measuring it becomes apparent that he’ll run out of tape measure before he reaches fully around her preposterously engorged tummy!
“Holy….” Lance clamors, “I can’t believe it! I just ran out; this 120” tape measure is not… not big enough to measure you!”
“You’re telling me,” Nancy remarks unsurprised, dropping it as she heads for the couch,
“I just have to sit down now; these babies are almost too heavy for me anymore!” Nancy says as she bounds heavily towards the plush, red couch.
“I understand sweetheart, take a break and I’ll get us something to drink,” Lance replies, feeling guilty.
Nancy drops onto their resting place heavily, the couch groans in protest as over 350 lbs. of weight is suddenly thrust upon it. Fortunately this particular couch sitting area is very deep, nearly as wide as it is long, allowing Nancy’s gargantuan belly to flop over sideways yet still allow her to remain on the couch comfortably.
She learned her lesson last month the hard way when she tried a similar movement on the much narrower entertainment room couch, only to have the weight of her colossal belly shift and pull her off the couch and onto the hardwood floor with a tremendous thud!
A few moments later, Lance returns to find Nancy fast asleep… simply worn out from today’s activities.
Dutiful Lance gathers the largest afghan pullover and covers her as best he can.
A gentle kiss on her cheek accompanied with a soothing belly rub and taking time to wish them all a nice nap, Lance departs quietly.
The loud din of Nancy snoring follows as he exits the room.
