2 comments/ 56788 views/ 15 favorites Like Rabbits By: DustinSteerpike Chapter 1 It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in October, there was nothing to do, and he was hungry. He was driving to a place that the hotel told him would be a good place to have a sandwich and a couple of beers while he watched the Penn State game. What happened that afternoon changed his life forever. Chuck was a networking consultant for a factory automation company near Atlanta. He was thirty­-three, and the hotshot on his team. Any time someone needed something special, he'd always be the one to fly. Unlike others on his team, he was unattached and willing to see the world on the company's dime. This time, it was a big college town in western Pennsylvania. He was to do some preliminary project work at one of the company's big accounts. He job this time was to get some details of how things were laid out, a job that he figured would take about a week. Because his company was cheap, however, it meant that he had to stay over a Saturday night anytime he left the building. He had landed a few hours before, coming in from Atlanta. The flight hadn't been all that bad, especially considering the early fall rain that gave the Pennsylvania landscape a chill that it shouldn't have until November. The sky was low and gray, and the rain, although not heavy, was wind ­driven. All of this left little doubt in his bones that it'd be an early winter. It was the sort of feeling that went to the core, and which wouldn't easily go away. Just as the rental car was warming up, he saw the place and pulled into the lot. He shook himself off a little like a dog when he got in. He took the usual business traveler's quick look around the place. He'd learned things to look for from his manager years earlier. You wanted to be careful with new places. This restaurant was the kind of place where the college kids would get their parents to take them for dinner when they were in town for the weekend. The walls were covered with stuff that other people would consider junk, but with enough of the stuff, became nostalgia. He wondered if these "treasures" had made their last stop at a garage sale. In the center of the dining area was a lounge, which was surrounding a big open­-pit fireplace. This place would do. It was about two in the afternoon, and it place was dead. Most kids and their parents were at the game, which was being played in spite of the crummy weather. He walked in the door, and went straight for the men's room. A couple of hours on the flight, followed by a run to the rental car desk didn't leave a lot of opportunity to pee. The hotel wasn't a lot of help either, since his room wasn't ready yet. This was his first real chance to pee since leaving home that morning, and it was about time. He came out of the men's room and went to the desk. It took a while for anyone to notice that he was there, because what few eyes were in the place were on the pigskin ball on TV. Finally a tall guy noticed him, and came over. He was obviously a college kid making a few bucks for school. His glasses were in dire need of repair, and it looked like all his clothes were exactly a month old. "Table for one near the fireplace please." "Sure thing. You're lucky you got here when you did, in a couple of hours, you'd be lucky to find a seat anywhere near here!" You could tell it was early in the year, since the host had actually shown some enthusiasm for seating a customer. Had it been later in the semester, he'd likely have been dragging himself from a thick book to begrudgingly find a warm place for me, but no, he still hadn't had all his energy drained by school's demands. The host first brought Chuck to the close side of the fireplace. "Is this alright," he questioned. "I'd prefer to be on the opposite side, if it's not a problem," Chuck replied. Sitting in his seat on the opposite side of the fire let him see who was coming into the room, and get a good view of the game as well. He liked to people watch. There was nobody to converse with, so this was his way of making up for that. People watching, trying to guess about them. He could entertain myself by watching the game and people at the same time. At the moment though, the gridiron had more people on it that the restaurant had in it. Of course, there was the occasional waitress to watch. Most of them were behind the bar most of the time, watching the game. Maybe some of them had boyfriends in the game. It was hard to tell, but they all did seem into the game, more so than you'd expect women to be. They were all wearing basically the same outfit, black pants or skirt, white shirts, and aprons on the side for carrying those remote order entry devices that get you your beer before you can count to ten. Some filled their shirts better than others, and some took liberties with their dressing more than others. It was pretty clear that they were all college kids of one type or another. He was enjoying looking at them and trying to guess what they were studying. That one must have been liberal arts, she seems flighty. Another was probably economics, or something like that. Quite studious looking, and perhaps the one having the least fun watching the game. One of them he couldn't quite figure out. He probably didn't see enough of her to guess. That must have been it. He convinced himself. She seemed to have more natural energy than the others. She wasn't overly energetic, but seemed to show more enthusiasm than someone might while working. Maybe it was a bounce in her step, or maybe the bounce in her dark brown ponytail. There was something about her that kept her in his thoughts. Then he convinced himself of thing else. "Maybe this was why I can't decide what she's studying, maybe I'm just not letting myself come to any conclusions," he thought to himself. She was just too interesting to watch to decide anything too quickly. After a few minutes, the mystery girl who was the object of most of his thoughts came out from behind the bar. She came right over and stood across the small round table from him. "Would you like something to drink," she asked. Her energy was even more evident up close. The fireplace played on her curves, softly detailing her shape. A warm orange glow danced across her right cheek, from her hair to her chin. Her nose was short and round, and cast a cute shadow. Her eyes had a kind look, and it was hard for him to tell whether the fire was making them glisten, or they were just naturally that way. Her chest was not large, but she filled the shirt nicely. The orange glow transformed her from cute waitress to art form. "Sure," he said. "What do you have for beer?" She moved closer to him. "The beer is listed here," she said, as she leaned over his shoulder from behind, pointing toward the right page from the menu. "We have about twenty on tap here, and here's what we've got in bottles." Her frame was what most men would call "normal". She wasn't fat, but her belly filled the skirt, making a nice small round bulge under the skirt's top. It was as though she was one of those women who were always on an optimistic diet, squeezing into what she wanted to fit into, rather than what she would comfortably fit in. Maybe she was just trying to wear something form­fitting, and missing part of the recipe. The rest of her seemed fit, the belly just didn't match the rest of the picture. He liked athletic women. As an occasional runner, and frequent racquetball player, he kept himself fit, and was normally attracted to women who did likewise. He noticed her slender legs first, and her tummy second, but it was the whole of her that did it for him. He could easily overlook something like that. "Heck, most men are attracted to a rounding of the edges," he convinced himself. He caught himself though, he was an out-of-towner, probably never come back, besides, she was probably engaged to a football player or something. She wasn't wearing a ring though. He caught himself again. "I'll take that one," he hesitated a little, not wanting to give up the moment. "Great," she said as she went into efficient action, "I'll be right back with your beer and to take your order!" He watched as she went back behind the bar to put in the order. Before, she was interesting, now she was the absolute focus of his attention. She came back a few minutes later, but he averted his attention to the game as she came out. He didn't want to give her the impression that she was being watched. "Ready to order?", she asked. "Sure, but I have a question." She leaned over him again. It had worked. "Does this come with a salad and fries?" He could have done without the salad, but he had to ask a legitimate question. "We can give you a house salad for two dollars more." "That's OK, I'll take this, rare." She scribbled. "Do you go to school here?" he asked. "Ya, pretty much everyone does." "What are you studying?" he probed. "I'm doing graduate work in oceanography." This intrigued him even further. A scientist. Probably a lot smarter than me too, he thought. She went off again. His thoughts were concentrated. She came back with cheese and crackers. "Here you go. How's the beer doing?" "Fine." It was taking him a lot longer than normal to finish this one. He was busy thinking other thoughts. "Do you ever do any field work with oceanography?", he asked, trying to know more about her rather than the studies. "I did some work at Wood's Hole this summer, and had hoped to go back next, but I don't know if it'll work out." "Why's that?" He knew it involved a boyfriend or something like that. She seemed too smart to let grades get in the way of her profession. "Well, you may as well be the first to know," she started. He wondered why he was to be the privileged one to be the first to know whatever it was. "I'm pregnant." Chapter 2 Earlier that same morning, Karen woke up earlier than normal. Over the month since she discovered that she was pregnant, she had been needing more sleep. She was usually tired earlier, and avoided parties, since she wanted to take the best care of her new little partner that she could. This meant that she could begin her morning heaves earlier too, although this was starting to pass. Fortunately, her roommate was usually gone by the time that the retching started, and today was no different. A shower always helped after a session of that unpleasantness. Today, starting the shower was the first thing she did. As she stepped into the shower, she noticed her reflection in the bathroom mirror just as it started fogging over. She wiped it to get a better look. Her twenty-­five­ yea-r­old athletic body had changed in the last few weeks. As she gazed into the mirror in amazement, she slowly put her hands to her belly. Before her pregnancy, she would have put her hands on to a nice flat abdomen and a twenty-­five inch waist, but that was a thing of the past. She felt that her hands actually made a round shape as they made contact with her skin. She rubbed side to side and up and down. Her skin seemed tighter than normal. A rush of blood went to her head as she realized what she was feeling. There was no denying it, her tummy was growing, and faster than she had expected. After her shower, she looked at herself again again. The tummy was still there, not as though she expected otherwise, but it was still a new idea to her. She hadn't expected to grow this early. "You're not supposed to be showing at twelve weeks," she muttered to herself. Her breasts also seemed a little bigger than before. She placed her hands under her breasts, and cupped around them. Definitely a little bigger, and heavier. She felt as though they had started to fill with something, but knew that they were just preparing to feed a child. She had noticed this before, but today brought a more noticeable change than ever before. She wrapped herself in an oversize towel and went to her room. It was almost six­ thirty and she had a seven o'clock shift. She quickly put on some panties, but took extra notice of how they fit. They still fit, but they were tighter than she had remembered. The belly bump was just under the waistband, and she could almost feel the waistband settle in just above her belly. She sighed again. She felt that this was inevitable, and decided to get used to it. She put her bra on. Since her breasts had begun feeling tender, she opted for a slightly oversize athletic bra that would give her better support, and give her room to grow. Her breasts were nice round spheres now, especially with their fullness and more ample size, and fit nicely in the bra. She'd have almost killed for boobs like that earlier, but this isn't how she had expected it to happen! She leaned over and fumbled with a pile of clothes on the floor, noticing how even a small pregnant belly could affect how she bent over. She grabbed a skirt. She'd heard that you can grow overnight, but didn't believe it. Now she believed, first­hand. The restaurant would let her wear anything black below the waist, and anything white above the waist, so she was usually willing to push the limits a little. There was going to be a game today with lots of parents taking their kids out to eat before the game, which meant big tips, so she'd wear the little skirt. As soon as the skirt met her belly, she had to work at it a little. The skirt had some stretch to it, but this was the first time she had to actually use the stretch. She pulled the waistband of the skirt over her belly, and it settled in on top of her belly. This gave the waistband a break, but the fabric on the front of the skirt was stretched outward in an alarmingly new way. She again rubbed her hand on her belly, and said to herself, "I guess this is the way it's going to be from now on, so I'd better get used to it." Curious, she got a tape measure from the kitchen drawer and put it around her waist. She was thirty inches! It's no wonder that things that used to fit weren't anymore! Her waist had expanded alarmingly fast! She was trying to decide if anyone would notice, and whether she should start telling people. She decided yes on both counts. She was becoming just too big in the belly to hide it anymore, but she just didn't know quite how to explain it. She'd have to think of something. Chapter 3 He hadn't expected that. Her rounded belly could easily have been a few too many burgers over the years. He became a little lightheaded when she said that. "Well, congratulations," he started. "How far along are you?" "Depends how you count, but I figure it to be about twelve weeks." "That's great! I'm sure that you and the dad are very happy!" Her face dropped a little. "I doubt it," she said. "It was this summer, he's married, I didn't know it at the time though, and he lives in Massachusetts. I didn't even bother telling him." She paused. "I probably shouldn't have dumped on you, sorry." 
He felt like a heel. He hadn't wanted to open any old wounds, so he tried to make things a little better. "That's alright! Dump on me anytime, I'm told that I'm a great listener. He's probably a loser anyway, right" "He's got a PhD. in oceanography," she countered. He felt worse. She left the table to see if the order was up. "That's it, I'm never asking questions again," he said to himself. After a while, she came back to the table carrying his dinner. "Here you are, can I get you anything else, steak sauce perhaps?" "No, I'm fine, but if you want to sit here instead of over there, you're welcome to," he explored. He didn't really expect her to accept, but she did. "That sounds great. You're my only table right now, and I'm really tired." He introduced himself, and told her why he was in town. "So what are you going to do?" "Keep it, of course! It's a child, a human being, I couldn't do anything else!" she exclaimed. "No, of course, I meant what are you career plans, what are you plans for taking care of the little one?" He didn't want to offend, so he had used careful terms. In fact, he agreed with her wholeheartedly. She seemed resigned to her future, and dismissive of who she was and her past. "Well, the career's shot for a few years, because I'll be taking care of my baby, and sure as heck nobody's going to want to date a fat preggo, so I'm just going to let it go where it'll take me." "What do you mean nobody's going to want to date you?" he queried.
She seemed to be getting a little sarcastic. "You know what I mean, you don't need to sugarcoat reality for me." She turned away a little. "I don't. I think that you look fabulous," he countered. He did indeed think that she looked great, and knowing that inside that little belly was a new human being made him think it all the more sexy. "Oh sure, for now, give me a few weeks. Just look at this stomach, and I'm only twelve weeks into this!" She put her hands around her belly to accentuate the growing bulge. "I think it's beautiful." He was convinced, and needed to convince her. "No you don't." "I do," he insisted. She lifted up the bottom of her shirt and put her hand on her stomach, and rubbed it. Her tummy moved a little bit as she rubbed in a small circle. She sighed. This sent him in circles too. "I need to go check in, I'll talk to you later," she said. She got up and went toward the kitchen. He took one last look at her belly as she walked past. He sighed, and ate his meal. Chapter 4 Later that evening, Karen went to a back table to cash out all of her receipts. One of the older waitresses was there working on her receipts. "Hi Monica." "Hi Karen." "Hey, Monica, you've got kids, right?" "Yup, two great kids. I'll be picking them up in half an hour if I can get through this," she said part jokingly, part longingly. There was a pause while Karen worked up her thoughts. "I'm going to have one of my own in a few months." She confided in Monica only because she was the only waitress with kids who wasn't a gossip. "Really? Congratulations? How far along are you?" "Twelve weeks," she said, putting her hands down near her belly. "My goodness, that's great! If you don't mind my saying so, I've noticed a little thickening of your waistline lately, but you do look great!" "Do you think that other people have noticed?" "I don't know really, but you see these things when you'ev had kids of your own," Monica assured. "I feel as though I'm big for twelve weeks though." "Hmm," said Monica as she looked down at Karen's belly. Karen put her hands around her belly to make the shape more pronounced. "This is your first, right?" "Yes." "Well, ya, I think that you are big for the end of the first trimester. Have you seen a doctor?" "Sure , why?" "Well, there's an outside chance that you may have twins. This is your first. Woman show early when it's not their first. Also, you're athletic, so that would help hide a pregnancy longer. I think that you should ask for an ultrasound." Karen sat back in her chair, fluffing up her shirt to hide the bump once again. "Wow. I don't know what to think." Two days later, Karen was working the breakfast shift with Monica again. They were at the coffee station together. "Seen that doctor yet?" "No, this afternoon," said Karen. "I've got some pictures to show you after the shift." Around two o'clock, the shift was over, and the waitresses were cashing out. "I'll be in the ladies room," Monica said to Karen. A minute after Monica got up, Karen followed. Monica was just coming out of the stall. "Here are a few snapshots of me while I was pregnant with my first," Monica said. Karen took the small stack of snapshots. She looked at twelve weeks, then sixteen, and then twenty. She put the pictures down and stood next to the mirror, pulled down the front of her pants, pulled up the bottom of her shirt and compared. Monica watched too. As she looked again and again, a rush came over her. Her eyes were fixed on the photographs. Like Rabbits "Nothing. You'll see later." She put on a fake frown of playful disappointment, then smiled and again pecked him on the cheek. "Come on into the living room, I was just about to catch a movie on pay­-per­-view." She went to the couch, and removing his jacket, followed. She had him sit down first, and laid with her legs over his so that she could give herself a rest. She rubbed her tummy a little under the sweatpants. "Ugh, winter's got my skin awfully dry, could you please pass me the lotion over there?" He reached to his left and took the lotion from the end table. "Would you mind if I did this for you?" "No, that'd be great." He took a few dabs of lotion and warmed it in his hands, then lowered her sweatpants and raised her shirt. Her belly was indeed much bigger. Where before there was a bump, this was more than a bump. It had an outline all its own, and was truly round, even slightly on the sides. It was still soft and smooth, even where her belly button was; it hadn't yet "popped", but he was sure that it would before he left after the holidays. He rubbed the lotion in all over, and went back for more when what he had had run out. He again warmed it. "Do you still think I'm sexy?" she asked. "Yes, Karen, more than ever." He gazed into his eyes. She pulled herself up and kissed him, this time a little more passionately than before. "I think you are too." He hadn't heard her say that before. "Besides, any guy who thinks that I look sexy while pregnant with twins is my kind of guy." There was a moment of silence between them. What was yet to be said was hanging in the air between them. "I love you," he finally mustered. "I love you too," she let out. She had felt this way for a while, but didn't want to ruin a friendship. She decided that if he felt that way, then she could too. Both wanted to move slowly, and neither felt that this sped things along at too brisk a pace. She sat up, spread her legs and moved closer to him, one leg on each side of him. She put her tummy against his side, put her arms around him and hugged. He leaned towards her and gave her the kiss of either of their lives. He turned towards her so that he could put his hands on her belly, as if hugging both mom and child. She liked that because it meant that he loved them both. Two weeks later, it was Christmas eve. He was burning to have her open her present, and could take it no longer. She was ready for bed, but had something for him too. He gave her the box. She delicately opened it and found the lace body stocking that he had purchased at the mall. "I've never had one of these. Do you think that I should try it on? For that matter, do you think I'll fit without ripping it?" "I think you'll fit. Go ahead, put it on, if you're comfortable with it." "I'll be right back," she said, leaving little else to be said. He sat there not knowing quite what to do, his heart pounding and his hands sweaty with anticipation. In the bedroom, she took off her bathrobe, her ill-fitting pajamas, and put on the lace bodysuit. As she pulled it over her twenty-five-week belly, she watched herself in the mirror. "This really accentuates the curves," she said to herself, "Now I know why guys like these things." She had more than the usual curves to cover, something that she hoped wouldn't turn him off. She put the robe back on over it and went out to see Chuck. He has dimmed the lights, and lit two candles. He now was ready for this. "I didn't want you to feel self-conscious. Are you wearing it?" "Ya," she said sheepishly. "But first, promise me that if I don't look good, you won't leave." He laughed a little. "Promise," he said quickly. "I'm sure that you look absolutely beautiful." "OK... you want to see your present now?" she said as she played with the robe's tie.
He was dying for this. "Ya. I'd like that". She tugged gently at the robe ties, and the robe's sides slid sideways off of her belly, pushed aside by her belly. She let the robe ties drop, and put her hands on her belly, which by now was a major bodily feature. The lace accentuated the shadows that were illuminated by the candlelight. Her breasts were round and prominent, larger, and fuller than he had ever seen first-hand. Her belly was round, even from the front, and a small bump was present where there had once been a belly button! He reached up and folded back the shoulders of her robe, and it fell to the floor. He ran his hands down her arms, then back up again and down to her breasts. He went to her belly, and ran his hands along its curves so as to implant a mental picture into his mind. He had to remember this well. While he found the bodysuit nice to look at, it was beginning to interfere. "May I?" he asked as he prepared to peel it off her. "Yes," she said as though at a loss for breath. He pulled it from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He knelt in front of her and put his hands on them. They were heavy and full, preparing themselves for what lay ahead. Slight blue veins were just under the skin, exposed by the stretching that happened when they grew larger. They were firm, still supporting their own increasing weight. The skin of her breasts was smooth because the growth of her breasts had given it much more to hold in. They were like balloons filled with warm milk, although she wouldn't lactate until birth. He had always heard the old saying "more than a mouthful is a waste," but he had never believed it, and definitely knew that it was wrong now. "They're so much bigger than they were last time you saw them, aren't they?" she said quietly. All he could do was to say "Hmmm." He wrapped his hands around them, but wasn't quite able to because they were so much bigger than his hands could cover. He licked them, which made her giggle and squirm a little. He suckled on them gently, so as not to be uncomfortable for her. "I've wanted you to do this for months now," she said. "And I've wanted to," he managed. He pulled the suit down further, and again ran his hands along her belly. It was amazing what twenty-five weeks and growing twins would do to a woman's belly. It was large enough to hug all by itself. He wasn't sure what to do with it, but knew he wanted to do something, so he licked at her bellybutton and rubbed the rest of her belly. He removed the bodysuit the rest of the way, and it fell into a small pile at her feet. She undressed him, making her intentions clear. He took her by the arms and drew her to the couch, with him lying down. She accommodated him with one leg on either side of him, and knelt over him. He drew her closer and again suckled on her breasts, while running his hands down the sides of her belly to the bottom, and back up the center over her bellybutton. She leaned towards him, pressing her belly against his. She arched her back, giving him access to her breasts. Her breasts were almost against her belly. He didn't know what to play with more, her boobs or her belly, so he put his face at the point where all three spheres converged, and decided to go back to her breasts. He felt her pussy, giving her shivers. "Are you OK?" "Oh, ya, that feels so fantastic." Her labia were swollen from her pregnancy, engorged with a new­found sensation. To him, they felt larger, softer and warmer. To her, it was a new reason to enjoy her pregnancy! She helped him enter, and started to make love to him. She moved slowly, her body moving up and down. She moved forward and placed her arms on the side of the couch for support. She then moved backwards and supported herself with her arms behind her on the other end of the couch. He was just watching the whole time, his gaze fixed on the beauty of her pregnant body. It was perfect. Chapter 8 The phone rang, and Janice went to pick it up. "We finally did it last night!" "Oh, hey Karen! How was it," Janice inquired. "Wow. It was great. He was just great." Karen was left speechless. "Well, I mean, how did you do it?" "Oh, you mean the belly..." "Ya!" "Well, this is weird to talk about, but I was on top. We didn't try anything else." "Was it good? I heard that sex during pregnancy was great." "It was. It seemed to be a better fit, if you know what I mean. I think that those parts, you know, swell up some during pregnancy, and that made it feel a lot different, better. "You're making me want to get pregnant, what with that and your big boobs." "Ya, the big boobs and big belly seem to be a turn-­on for him. I'm glad for that, because otherwise, I'd have no chance for a relationship right now! I'm starting to waddle some I think. The weight of the babies is lying heavy in my torso. I'm definitely feeling the increased weight." "And you've got fifteen weeks to go!" "I doubt it, I can't see going to term with these big kids inside of me. I'll have to be in bed for the last two months!" "Well, here's to good luck!" Chapter 9 The phone rang as she was getting ready for bed. "Hello?" "Hi there, Karen, miss me?" Chuck asked. "Yes, very much. I was just thinking about your," she said. "I was thinking about you too." "I'm just getting into bed, hang on a sec..." She had an old pair of flannel pajamas on. The bottoms were never going to get over her belly, so they were bunched up underneath her twenty-­eight week belly. The shirt was missing a button on the bottom, and parted near the bottom to make room for part of her belly to show through. She sat down in bed and picked up the phone again. "I'm back." "So what were you thinking about me?" "I was in the bathroom getting ready and looked at myself in the mirror. I think I've grown again." She had pulled the shirt up and was rubbing her belly. "I'm sure you have. What I would give for a plane ticket right now... Describe it to me." "I don't know, it's just that I feel bigger. My clothes are getting tight, even the maternity stuff. I feel like I'm waddling now too, my legs just don't go quite where they used to. I think that my boobs are bigger too." "Don't tease," he said. "I'd love to see you." "If you were here, I'd have you rub lotion all over my belly, then we'd do some more gymnastics." He sighed. "We'd really need to work at it this time though. My belly seems so big that I don't know how it'd work!" His dick was hard as a rock. He'd never wanted her sex more than right now. He imagined her pregnant body over his and almost came just on the thought. "I think that we'd make something work...," he offered. "If I made love to you, I'd probably bump you in the nose with my belly button. I don't know if you could even make love to me without something getting in the way!" "Good grief! How big around are you?" "I dunno, hang on a sec." She went to get her tape measure. She put it around herself like a belt, pinched off where the magic number was on the tape. "Hmm." "What?" "Wow!" "How big?" "Forty-five inches! I was forty-­two last week, and thirty-nine when you were here last!" "Wow, you're really expanding! I see what you mean about making love ... but I'd like to try. I'm trying to get another trip up there. I wish I could be there now." "I wish you could be too." "I have that line down my belly now, and my belly button's popped out!" "Wow, I guess you have changed. The line's caused by hormones, it'll go away." "Ya, I've been reading those books that you gave me." "Tell me about your belly button," he prompted. "There's not much to say, except that it's an outtie now!" "Is it soft or hard?" "Oh, it's soft, kind of like an ear lobe. It sticks out when I wear tight fitting clothes." They continued for a long while. They hung up and went to bed, each thinking of the other. Chapter 10 It was after work, and Karen was resting after cashing out. She was slouching on a cushioned leather bench in the back of the restaurant. She was thirty weeks along, and ready to give birth. Her belly was huge, like a mountain on her abdomen. She looked like a pregnant woman with one child – a month overdue! Her belly was increasingly looking like it was glued to her stomach rather than an extension of it! Janice walked in. "Hey Karen, how's it going?" "I'm tired. I think that I need to give up work pretty soon now. I can't carry trays very well, and I keep bumping people with my belly out back!" "I could see that." Janice motioned to Karen's belly. "May I?" "Sure." Karen lifted her shirt, exposing her huge round belly. Janice felt her belly at her bellybutton. Her bellybutton was flattening out again. When it first came out, it was definitely out, but now the stretching of her belly needed the bellybutton skin to continue expanding. "Thanks for picking me up," Karen said. "No problem. Is your car broken down or something?" "No, umm, well, I can't fit behind the wheel anymore!" "You're kidding." "No, I'll show you, I need to get some stuff out of it out back anyway." The arrived at the little Honda. She pushed the seat all the way back and got in. She pulled the seat forward until her belly hit the steering wheel. "See, I can't even touch the pedals!" "Wow, you weren't kidding!" Janice drove Karen to her apartment, and helped her carry her stuff up the stairs. Karen was walking with her legs fairly far apart to her herself up the stairs. "I can't wait until Chuck gets back." Chapter 11 It was Ground Hog day, and Chuck was back. It had been six weeks since he had seen her, far too long. He had come back as quickly as work permitted. Of course he was curious as to how she'd look. He was sure she'd be great, but now that they'd made love, he had more reasons to be curious. Making love at twenty-five weeks pregnancy was an adventure, what would thirty-one weeks be like? He was dying to find out, perhaps a few times! He walked into the apartment, which smelled wonderful with dinner. She came in from the living room and threw her arms around him. She was clearly waddling side to side now, and leaned back quite a lot to counterbalance the belly. He was oddly turned on by this, a woman so hugely pregnant that she had difficulty getting around. It wasn't that he liked to see her struggle, but her motions just accentuated the fact that she was very, very pregnant! He felt her belly first, pressing into his just underneath his ribcage. She hugged so hard that her belly took the breath out of him! "I've got something for you," he said innocently. "I have something for you too. I need you now," she said without any hesitation, and decidedly without innocence. She shut off the stove. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom as quickly as her pregnant frame would move. She promptly undressed him and sat him on the bed. As she stood in front of him he put his hands up her flannel maternity top, and pulled down the expandable front of her maternity jeans. He ran his hands up and down and all around her belly, which was just plain huge. He raised her shirt so that it rested on the top of her belly, and kissed her all around her bellybutton. He thought to himself that from here, he'd have to put his head against her belly to get his arms around her, which he did just to see. She thought of it as a hug for the kids. Her belly was even bigger than he had imagined from the phone calls. Her skin was stretched so tight that it was shiny, but she had no signs of stretch marks. She put her hands on her tummy and rubbed in large circles, almost as though she was showing it to him for the first time. In a way, she was. Since the six weeks between her twenty-fifth week and now, her thirty-first week, was nearly an eternity for the pregnant woman, particularly for one carrying twins. A dark line ran from her belly button to her pubic hair, a relic of the hormones that were rushing through her body. Her belly was now wider than her hips, which meant that even looking from the front, he could see a round profile of her pregnant form sticking out from her sides! He placed his hands on her sides to feel the roundness of the belly as it wrapped around her. He was so wound up that he was shaking a little. "How big around are you now?" he asked. "It was fifty­-four inches yesterday. Pretty huge, huh?" He could believe it. "I think that the babies have dropped too. It definitely feels different. I waddle a lot more than I used to. The doctor said that I measured full-term three weeks ago." She pulled her shirt upwards, exposing her whole belly, and rotated side to side. "What does that mean?" "It means that three weeks ago, I was as big as a pregnant woman with one baby would be at forty weeks. Basically, I'm now twelve or thirteen weeks bigger than I would be with one baby." "Your belly's definitely lower than it used to be, but the top is still up there at your boobs." He wondered how the belly could go all the way to the boobs, but here she was, evidence that it can. "I guess it is lower. What does that mean?" "It means that we don't have much time!" He worked his way around her stomach to pull her pants down to her ankles. Her panties weren't the maternity ones that he had helped her choose, they were some small regular ones, almost hidden from view under her belly. He reached under her belly to pull them down, as she stretched upward and backward to give him access. She rotated herself around her large belly and sat on the bed. She reached down to pull off her pants, but couldn't quite bend that far, so she started kicking them off. He obliged. She pulled her top off, leaving only a bra between them. He gently guided her down to a laying position, and tried to place his hand under her right cup. The bra was too tight though, nearly at it's limit under the stress of her ample breasts, so he unhooked the bra and took it off. Her breasts didn't seem to have gotten any bigger, but they did seem heavier. and perhaps firmer, almost like bowling balls. From the front, her breasts curved outward from her body, just as her belly did. She pushed herself further onto the bed, and laid down on her side. It was as though she was laying next to her belly because it seemed to lay down first. It drooped down to the side and onto the mattress before she did. She held it with her hand as she settled herself next to it. He came up next to her and rubbed her belly. The skin on her belly moved, but as though it was moving around something unmovable. Her belly seemed like a large stone attached to the rest of her, it could move when she didn',t and she would work her body around it. It had become her center of gravity. "Did you see that?" she asked. "I did!" he replied excitedly. One of the babies had kicked, punched, or something. He'd never seen that before, but she didn't believe it. "They were doing that last time you were here!" They watched for a few more minutes, but they were both getting anxious. "They're running out of room in there, so I don't expect that they'll be doing that a lot longer!" He wondered how they could be running out of room in a belly that large, but he supposed that they must be! He got up and sat on her legs, wondering what to do next. He looked down at the huge belly beneath him and wondered how this would work. She spread her legs, and he got in between, but the top half of his body was almost upright against the bottom of her belly! They both laughed. "How's this going to work?" he asked. She inclined her pelvis upward, giving him just the right angle. They both laughed again, and made love, laughing from time to time from the planning and gymnastics needed to accomplish the task! She got up to make love to him, but had to rotate herself completely off the bed, with her huge belly at the center of every motion. She stood up, and then crawled back onto the bed from the bottom. He watched as her breasts and belly hung like huge drops of honey from her body. As she neared him, her belly brushed against his privates. She must have known that he liked that because she went back and forth a few times as she smiled at him.