Chapter 3 - friday morning: dress-up time (updated)

She sat there, rubbing her new pudgy tummy that poked out, until suddenly she felt a stirring in her nether regions. It seemed gross just a moment before, but she now had the inexplicable urge to play with herself. She thought "Hey, I'm all alone...why not..."

She slid off the toilet, forward and down onto her knees, staring down at her protruding belly hanging between her legs. She started massaging her belly with one hand, fingering her deep navel. It made her full feeling stomach growl more. Her legs spread apart, she reached the other hand down and stuck two fingers into her birth canal, sliding them in and out of the well-lubricated orifice and making a soft squishy sound. She gasped and sighed, slowly panting in a way she couldn't control.

She fingered herself harder and faster, rhythmically clenching and un-clenching her naked buttocks, resting on her heels. Her toes dug into the carpeting and curled. She threw her head back in delight and squealed. This was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

She then pivoted herself 90 degrees, and lay down on her back, the cold sensation of the tile floor making her nerves shiver. Reflexively, she pulled her legs up to her chest, spread far apart, and watched her mound of a tummy heave up and down with her panting breaths. She continued to rub her little pleasure knob, the magic button, as she felt a quivering and trembling sensation in her legs, spreading up her pelvis and up her spine. Her inner crotch area felt wet...so, so wet.

In just a short minute or two, the ecstasy was over. Then she did it again, rubbing herself more vigorously. She kept doing it to herself until she came two more times. Her brain at this point was totally shut off. She couldn't think.

Her thighs were starting to sweat. She felt a warm, trickling wetness down between her legs. Her back arched. She brought herself to the brink of a thunderous, shuddering orgasm; this time she cried out: "Uggggghh!!!" Then, she fell limp, exhausted. She lay there on the floor, naked and panting with her eyes closed. It took her several minutes before she could sit up.

WTF? her chest suddenly felt wet!

She rose slowly to her feet and looked down. There was a whitish, cloudy fluid oozing out of her nipples! Maybe she was truly sick.

She felt so heavy and tired, drained after diddling herself. Then she looked down at her bulging stomach again.

Nervously, she squinted at the pregnancy test laying on the sink. It still had a pink line on it. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream.

She was... but how?

She rubbed her round belly with both hands, trying to imagine the creature that was growing inside her. It was so weird to think about, she couldn't believe it was true. But those tests don't lie, do they? She tried saying it out loud to herself. "I'm...I'm....pregnant..." She privately wondered how much more her body would change over the next few months. What would her family think?

Her stomach gurgled again. Despite looking fuller than usual, it felt terribly empty.

As she studied her bloated torso in the mirror, she noticed something peculiar about her breasts. They seemed...bigger. She cupped her girls in each hand, and hefted them slightly. They felt heavier and definitely bigger. Her hips looked wider and her thighs seemed more jiggly than usual. How did she gain this much fat in her sleep? It didn't make any sense. She twisted around and looked over her shoulder. Her butt had grown in her sleep too. She lightly slapped it and it jiggled where there was no jiggle before. This was so weird.

She opened up the hamper and pulled out one of her small underwire bras, to see if she could put it on. It took her a few minutes of struggling until she got it hooked in the back...and then she took a breath and it popped right off. Her boobs were definitely bigger!

Well, if she was a woman now, she needed some big girl clothes. Maybe she would fit in her Mom's clothes. She painfully bent over, holding her swollen stomach, and put the bathrobe back on.

She walked softly down the hall to her parents' room at the end of the hall, and poked the door to open it just a tiny bit. She couldn't remember going in her mommy's personal things since she was a little girl playing dress up. It was not as exciting as she thought.

Sighing, she palmed the door open and flipped on the light.

Her mom still had a water bed, it was a relic of the 1980s. She flopped down on it, and felt it slosh and gurgle as she swayed back and forth. She lay there and caressed her belly for a minute, and felt it slosh and gurgle too. Then she got up with some effort, and crept over to her mom's wardrobe closet.

She opened the sliding door and flipped the light switch on. It was full of boxes, but at least they were labeled. There were a couple dresses, blouses and slacks hanging on padded hangers, and one polyester nightgown. "Ugh, only grandmas with saggy boobs and soccer moms wear nightgowns. I feel so old..."

But she might have to borrow it if none of her PJs or tank tops would fit this belly of hers. It was purple and frilly around the low neckline, and had no sleeves. She felt it with her hands, it was nice and silky though.

She took it off its hanger and held it against her chest, thought about being naked underneath it for a second and then put it back. She pulled off a pair of tan slacks with an elastic waistband, held it out in front of her and stretched the waist. They expanded quite a lot. Her Mom's 'fat pants' for work... But these might be the most comfortable. She looked around for underwear, and saw her Mom had a couple bras hanging by one strap off the doorknob. Unlike her colorful ones, these were just plain and white or a soft cream color. They had a wide elastic band and lacy trim, but no under wires. She took one off and held it up. The tag said 42DD. "Huh. I never guessed what size my mom's boobs were. Well this should work..."

Shrugging out of the bathrobe, she walked out of the closet and caught a sideways glance at her nude profile before the large mirror. Her stomach was sticking out a good 5 inches or so further than normal, like she was very, very full after a binge. There was a very noticeable bulge in her lower belly, under her navel with a faint line down to her vag. Just like the pictures she had seen of early stage pregnancy. Could this be a dream? This was impossible. But it sure seemed real, for a dream.

She pranced naked to Mom's dresser and opened up the top drawer, and found her silky panties with the elastic waistbands. She dug down towards the bottom, careful not to disturb the neatly folded undies on the top, and pulled out a big one that had a tummy control panel. Why does Mom still keep her maternity panties in the dresser? She had no idea. She dropped them on the floor and bent over to pull them up around her legs, and felt another dull ache in her abdomen. So she got on the bed and put her legs up in the air, and did it that way. Pulling them up over her enlarged tummy felt good. The tight elastic seemed to make it appear just an inch or two smaller. She couldn't wear thongs anymore...

She went back to the closet to start trying on her Mommy's clothes.

Taking the tan slacks off the rack, she stepped into the slacks and pulled them up her thick legs, around her swollen belly. The waistband stretched easily around her midsection, and stopped just covering up her navel. Now the pale balloon she carried in front of her was at least partially covered. She then fastened the wide bra band around her belly, doing the eyehooks in the front so she could see what she was doing. There were four of them, her tiny bras only had two. Then, she turned it around and pulled it up, it snapped up easily and sat just underneath her boobs. She pulled up and put her arms through the shoulder straps, and it felt loose. She slid the plastic buckles up and shortened the straps, and immediately felt the difference. Her shoulders squared back and her chest felt lighter, with some of that weight supported. It even relieved the pressure on her neck. "Ah...much better." She didn't realize how much her heavier breasts had weighed her down.

Every time she looked down at herself, she felt like her mother and so much older.

She had to find a blouse that fit, or a sweatshirt or something. She squeezed to the back of her closet and searched for her Mom's old maternity clothes. They had to be packed far back there, since her Mom hadn't been preggo since she had her, over twenty years ago. They would no doubt be disgustingly 80's and out of style.

After moving some boxes aside, she finally found them. It was labeled "Maternity Stuff" She removed the tape holding the lid on, and saw some tops and sweatshirts neatly folded inside.

She lifted out the top one, which was a black frilly thing, with elbow length sleeves and bathrobe-like belt that tied behind the back. She put on the baggy blouse, and it hid her belly quite well. It hid her telltale bulge nicely.

So she now had some stretchy pants, a decent bra and a nice top on. Now she was dressed, so to speak.

Uuuuurghurgl....there goes her belly again. She couldn't put off breakfast any longer.