Chapter 6 - friday afternoon: dress up time and a bath-updated

She was poking around in her Mom's wardrobe again, playing dress-up.

Memories came flooding back into her brain about pretending she was her mother and all grown up. Well, now in the prime of motherhood herself, she had the body for it. She took a few work suits, skirts and stockings off the closet rod, with a few more size DD bras with those wide bands and padded shoulder straps. Her Mom liked black stockings and skirts, but had very colorful tops. The bras were very lacy around the edges, and flowery and they had little bows on them. In a box she found a mink wrap and a furry hat, and in a jewelry box she found her pearl necklaces and various bracelets. Then, in a red box she found...what's this? Her Mom had some lingerie?

There was a bustier, a corset and garters and red silk panties with black frilly trim. and what's this? "Fishnets? Oh my gosh!" Her Mom was a skanky thing in the bedroom!! She had to try these on.

Trying not to think about the absurdity of what she was doing, she brought all this out and laid them on the waterbed. Her face was somewhat flushed and her heart was pounding. It felt wrong and naughty; forbidden somehow. But for now, she wanted to live in this bizarre fantasy that she was a younger, more fertile (and sexy) version of her Mother from 20 years ago.

She gathered up an armload of maternity clothes and dropped them in a pile on her Mom's bed. She started by first picking up a hot pink dress with an elastic waist and a top portion that was not connected at the bust line, it was just crisscrossed in front. She wriggled into it with some difficulty, since the ball of her stomach was stretching it. It gathered pleats around her torso but it draped her belly nicely. She pulled up the separate criss-crossed bra cups
and put the straps on her shoulders. Her girls fit easily into them; she saw how this dress was meant to accommodate an expanding chest as well as waistline. Sitting down on the bed, the skirt draped over her knees. She pulled the skirt back and reached for a pair of tummy control pantyhose balled up inside a plastic egg.

Unfurling the nylon undergarment, she carefully stretched it around her hands and began rolling it up around her foot. Amazingly, it made it all the way up her large thighs. The tummy portion stretched easily over her round ball of a stomach, she tried to pull it up further and started to hear a tearing sound, so she hurriedly took them off.

Shedding the dress, she then tried some Spandex-waisted jeans and a few tops. She rubbed her belly and massaged her large swollen jugs through the fabric, and this felt good. She saved the lingerie for almost last.

When the time for that came, she closed her eyes and pulled the red silk panties up to her crotch, where they stayed. She laid down on her back to pull on the super-stretchy fishnet stockings up to her thighs, fastening the garters to the clips on the panties. The bra sadly turned out to be too small, it wouldn't fasten. But she rubbed her legs together and felt the fishnet webbing against them, and had to pull the panties back down because she became wet. She was in bliss. She reached around her belly and fingered herself a bit more, sighing through her clenched teeth.

After a few minutes, playtime was over. Stripping naked again, she got up and carefully folded and replaced the clothes where she found them.

Her glowing body was bathed in sweat by this time, from her excitement and being hot due to the summer weather, so she turned on a ceiling fan which spun high above her head and waddled into the private bath where the Jacuzzi waited. She hadn't used this since she was a girl.

She sat down on the side of the tub and turned the brassy faucet. She heard some air rumble through the pipes and then the water began to pour out and fill the tub. She reached for a bottle of bubble bath, opened the cap and poured a capful into the steaming water. The tub was soon filled with bubbles, but not enough to spill over the side. After about ten minutes, a nice steamy bath was waiting for her. Reaching up behind her head with her arms to knot her hair into pigtails, she swung her legs over the side and slid right in.

As soon as her fat butt rested on the smooth marbled bottom of the tub, she hit the button for the jets. She let out a big sigh and tilted her head back and stretched out her arms. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh." Just a small circle of her pregnant belly was sticking up above the water like an island. She giggled and squirmed as she felt the bubble jets tickle her 'down there.'

Being preggers was troublesome, but man...sometimes she didn't want this to ever end. Despite how bloated and fat she was, she felt very comfortable in her own skin. Her body was like a fleshy cave that her unborn child, still nameless and sexless, was living in. She closed her eyes and briefly wondered if it was a boy or a girl. How weird, to think she might have a boy growing inside her. She hoped it was a girl. Still couldn't think of any names yet.

The strong bubble jets in the floor and sides of the tub were playing over her skin and making her shiver with delight. Her body felt like such a heavy load normally, but in the water she was weightless. What a huge relief it was on her back and shoulders! It took her no effort at all to raise her lower body up so that her fleshy ball of a belly emerged like a quivering pink mountain from the sea. Then, it dropped back down and she felt her butt drift to the bottom again, like a feather. Oddly, her flabby breasts seemed to bob to the surface and float, but the extra support was a big weight off her chest.

She stayed in until her fingertips started to wrinkle, and then it was time to get out. She pushed the off button and the jets stopped. The water became calm and most of the bath bubbles were gone. Sighing in bliss, she reached beneath her and yanked the drain plug, and the warm water sank slowly until it was gone.

Before she knew it, she was sitting naked on the dry floor of the hot tub. She slowly got up and reached for a fuzzy towel, and wrapped herself in it as she stood up and climbed out of the tub.

That was wonderful, it just took all her aches and unclean feelings away.

Looking at her royal fatness in the large wall-sized mirror, she took a deep breath and sighed, letting her tight belly muscles relax. Her bump stuck out so far it undid the knot and the towel fell down around her ankles. Reaching down and feeling a small pain in her back, she picked up the towel. She rubbed the soft, fluffy towel all over herself, drying every inch of her skin including where the sun don't shine. Then, studying her naked womanly body in the mirror, tied and knotted the towel around her hair like a genie. She turned slowly in a circle, finally daring herself to like what she saw.

She felt like a bloated hippopotamus, but didn't actually look that bad. Other than her bowling ball-sized tummy sticking out in front of her and her milk-filled fun bags, she looked pretty damn hot. Her hips were wider than she remembered and it seemed the ice cream from earlier had gone straight to her thighs, but she looked over her shoulder at her bubble butt and it was still round and tight.

Still admiring herself, she started to massage her swollen belly with one hand and finger her coochie with the other. She patted her belly and felt it was taut like a watermelon.

Her mature body was such a fascinating plaything. She could amuse herself for hours, just playing with herself. No wonder ladies are always seen rubbing their bellies. It just felt so good. A lot of women were sensitive about other people touching their belly, but she wanted someone else to touch it.

Climbing back into her Mom's waterbed, feeling the liquid slosh and gurgle as she bobbed up and down, she diddled herself a little more until she came (she caught it in a tissue), stretched out, yawned and then relaxed. The rhythmic motion of the water-filled mattress seemed to echo the sloshing of her liquid-filled belly. She lulled herself into a dozing kitty nap for about an hour.