chapter 2

Less than an hour later we were in a booth at a little greasy spoon diner near our house. Both of us ordered the trucker's platter - pancakes with bacon, sausage, eggs, and hash browns.

I polished my plate clean without even thinking about it. Christy ate more than half of hers, mostly the proteins.

"Help me out a bit?" she asked, sliding the plate toward me.

"Fine," I grumbled, noting that my already huge belly was feeling a bit heavier already.

Nevertheless, I packed it all away.

"Oof, I ate too much," I moaned as I sat back in the booth.

I reached down to slide my maternity stretch pants under my bump, even the elastic was feeling too tight. I shifted slightly to spread my thighs and let my swollen belly hang down a bit, hoping that my shirt still covered it all.

After paying the bill, we made our way out of the restaurant. I was so weighed down by baby and breakfast (and all the eating I had already done), that I could only manage a slow, rolling gait. Feeling like a swaybacked barge, I was panting for breath slightly by the time we got to the car.

"Babe, are you really winded from that walk?" Christy asked.

"You try carrying all this around," I groused as I lowered myself into the passenger seat.

Christy got herself situated in the driver seat but didn't turn on the car. After a minute she turned to face me, looking quite concerned.

"Listen Beth," she began. "I know this has been difficult for you. Obviously your body has gone through a ton of changes and I know it's been hard that you can't do what you're used to. Still, though, I want you and our baby to be healthy, okay? Maybe we can start walking together more?"

I felt too ashamed to look at her. I lowered my head and gazed at myself, still unable to believe this was all me. My gigantic jugs, which now filled out E cups, took up much of my view. From there was the watermelon-sized belly that reached most of the way to my knees. Obviously a good chunk of that was baby, but my disgraceful gluttony had added inches as well. I couldn't see them, but my thighs were overly plump with all the flab I had accumulated.

My hips spilled out to the side and my bum had taken on so many inches itself that I now sat up a little higher. There was no getting around it - I had completely let myself go.

"Yeah, I'll walk with you," I said in a small voice.

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"I' m not wearing this," I stated flatly.

"C'mon, you'd said you go for some walks with me," Christy insisted.

"Look at me," I told her. "I look like a fat bloated cow!"

"You look great, babe," she reassured me. "You're pregnant, that's all. You'll feel a lot better after getting some exercise again."

I only stared at myself in the mirror. Christy bought some new workout clothes for me, but they didn't cover up nearly enough in my opinion. The sports bra technically fit well, but it showed off an insane amount of soft, jiggly cleavage. The XL stretch pants did nothing to disguise my lower body's expansion. The waistband was slung below my pregnant belly, letting it hang out in all it's swollen glory.

"C'mon," Christy said again, taking my hand. "It's early out, no one will see us. Please? For me?"

Forty-five minutes later I was red-faced and puffing as we finished our lap around the neighborhood. Christy wasn't even sweating of course, but then again she wasn't carrying around an extra 50 plus pounds.

"Almost there," she encouraged me as we approached our house.

"How did I . . . let myself . . . get so out of shape?" I panted.

"Don't you worry about it," Christy said. "Just focus on progress. I bet a year after the baby is born you'll be out there running a 5K and leaving me in the dust."

I had a hard time imagining that. Back home, I gulped down some water and headed into the shower. My legs were still wobbly as I soaped up, feeling more like a whale than ever.

Afterward, Christy stopped me as I started to get dressed.

"Let me give you a nice little rub down," she suggested.

I couldn't deny that it sounded quite nice. I laid down naked on the bed as her fingers started to work their magic. I moaned softly as she worked out the knots that formed as a result of lugging around this huge belly all day.

As her hands started massaging my sore glutes, my moans changed slightly in pitch. The hormones associated with my pregnancy were ridiculous, I had been stupidly horny for the last month or so.

Christy turned me onto my back and smiled at me in a very special way. I was thankful that she didn't seem to be turned off at all by my greatly swollen form. She straddled my hips and started nibbling the side of my neck.

As she worked her way down, I reflected on one of our first times together. I remembered watching in delight as her soft lips made a trail down my flat, toned stomach and how her fingers firmly gripped my muscular thighs. I remembered tangling my fingers in her hair as she brought me to completion time and again.

Now I watched as she covered my tremendous bump with kisses, the skin stretched so tight that I was hyper aware of her soft breath and full lips. I watched as she worked her to way to the peak, then began to disappear on the other side. Instead of tangling my fingers in her hair, I held my wobbly breasts in my hands so they didn't smack me in the face.

I felt her fingers grip the soft flesh of my thighs, in fact felt many jiggles all over my body as I squirmed in pleasure. I was huge. I was fat. I was so, so pregnant.

And as her tongue whorled and wound all around, I loved it. I loved every bit of it. I cried out loudly, unashamed, every square inch of my skin on fire.

"Thank you," I finally gasped.

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