Chapter 13 - friday night alone

She tried to relax and keep still as much as possible, to avoid disturbing her digestion process and leave the baby alone. She slowly and gently rubbed it with one hand as she closed her eyes and within minutes, she was out cold.

When she opened them again, it was dark outside. Thankfully she had left the living room light on. A glance at her watch confirmed it was 8:00. Wow. Guess she was really tired.

She groaned and tried to sit up. At least she had satisfied the monster for now. Amazingly, her tummy wasn't rumbling. The house was empty and so, so quiet. She only heard the muffled crickets outside. It was too quiet. She had to turn on the TV and find a music channel or something.

She reached out a flabby arm as far as she could and grabbed the remote off the floor. Switching on the TV, she basked in the static glow of an empty channel for a few moments before hitting the Guide button.

One of the soft country stations would do. She selected one and sighed as the familiar crooning tones of her favorite cowboy filled the house. She was absently fiddling with her belly button, gently swaying her belly back and forth to the music, wiggling her toes she couldn't see.

Time seemed to pass so slowly when she was alone and the house was quiet. She wasn't even lonely at all. She liked her privacy. And besides, the growing thing inside her body reminded her she would never be alone again.

She hadn't even figured out if it was a boy or a girl inside her. She hoped it was a girl. Girls take care of themselves. She started softly singing to the thing inside her, absurdly as if it could understand her. What would she do tomorrow? She had no idea. She was starting to forget just how surreal this whole experience was. She felt just like she had been pregnant for months. How much longer could it be? She remembered that sleeping seemed to make her get bigger, so she would have to fight to stay awake. She didn't want the day to end.

Sunday always felt like the end of a vacation.

She cursed out load. What would she do?? How would she explain what had happened to her? There was no hiding it. She'd just have to think up some explanation. She was still trying very hard not to dwell on it. There was still 5 or 6 days, until she was in a world of trouble.

Maybe she'd have a sudden epiphany of how to deal with all this at the last minute. Things had a way of working out, after all.

She felt so lazy. Nothing seemed worth doing.

Maybe it would take her mind off eating if she went and tried on all Mom's clothes in the house.

After sitting there just rubbing her bulging belly thoughtfully, she sighed. It was time to get back up and do something.

Not bothering to try and sit or stand up, she gently rolled off the side of the couch on to the floor, careful to land on her knees and not her stomach. She swayed her big butt back and forth, feeling the pendulous weight of her belly dangle between her thighs before pushing off the carpet to rise slowly and heavily to her feet.

She made her way up the stairs, plodding like an elephant, until she laboriously reached the top and turned into her Mom's bedroom. She flipped on the light again, and walked over to the closet, trying to ignore the vision of her bloated fatness in the huge mirror.

She gently pushed the wardrobe door open and flicked the light switch again. Her Mom did have a ton of clothes. These racks would keep her busy half the night.

She took all the hangers off the rods on either side, carrying them in huge armloads out to the waterbed, and unceremoniously dumping them in heaps and piles. She opened up all the dresser drawers and took out all the bras and panties and tights, laying these out with a little more care. It would take her hours to try all this stuff on. Most of it hadn't been worn in twenty years.

The next few hours were more amusing than she expected. She was really having fun playing dress-up.

She tried on every piece of clothing in every possible combination she could dream up. Some things flattered her, some things didn't fit at all and others did fit surprisingly well.

Only two pairs of elastic-waisted pants out of the whole wardrobe would fit her burgeoning waistline. One pair of maternity "mommy" jeans and a really stretchy pair of black slacks. She was careful to put each hanger back in the order in which she took it off the rack.

The skirts fit better and were more fun to try on. Some of them were so stretchy she could wear them over her boobs like a dress. Her Mom had ruffly skirts, pleated skirts, soft silky skirts, flowery skirts and weirdly cut 80's skirts that exaggerated the swell of her hips. She liked to turn this way and that, feeling the skirts swish around her legs. She'd kneel down on the floor and feel them billow out to drift gently down and cover everything like a parachute.

Most of the underwear didn't fit around her huge waist but she was careful not to rip them. The attempts to put on her Mom's bras were downright funny. She had thought her Mom's DD boobs were huge before! If she tried to wear these in public it would be obscene. She just poured out of these things. Some bunched her melons up so high they touched her chin. Others snapped off the instant she did the eyehooks in the back.

The further back she went in the old closet, the older and more stylishly retro the stuff got. She had stripey dresses with padded shoulders and wide collars, in colors that reminded her of the TV show Miami Vice. She tried on some old big sunglasses and laughed at herself in the mirror. Her massive watermelon-shaped belly stuck out further when she giggled, and her outie navel popped out, which made her laugh harder....

She was like a giggly little girl, prancing around naked or trying on ridiculously obsolete clothes and loving every minute of it. She even looked up some retro 80's hairstyles on her phone and tried to imitate them, making goofy faces. This was the most fun she could remember having in a long time!

She went to her own room and got out her makeup bag, and tried experimenting with some alternative looks too. She put on some flaming hot red lipstick and very deep eyeshadow, and teased up and blow dried her hair into fantastic up-dos. Then she tried curling it, straightening it and crimping it with an old crimping iron she found in a box. It was great. She had to fight the urge to snap some selfies, as she knew none of her friends would recognize her.

Then she even tried on some of her Mom's shoes and tried to teeter around on stiletto high heels, laughing as she almost fell flat on her face. She dug out the biggest, most ridiculous earrings she could find and wore them in every combination. She even found some black gym leotards and hot flamingo pink legwarmers!

It was like a scene right out of Sixteen Candles or Dirty Dancing. This was so much fun. She could be Molly Ringwald or Demi Moore, or anybody she wanted to.

The hours of the night just flew by. When she was all done, she carefully packed, folded and hung all the clothes back up as she found them and treated herself to a long, hot, sexy shower.

The shower became a bath as she left the drain plug in, and really let her body soak until her fingers started to wrinkle. This seemed to make her swollen belly go down somewhat and relieve the gas pressure along with giving herself a belly massage. When she was done, though she couldn't believe it, she was starting to feel hungry again. Her tummy was making noises! It was time for a late night snack.

She wandered downstairs again into the kitchen, this time barefoot and wrapped only in a terrycloth bathrobe.