Chapter 3 - catherines selfdiscovery chapter 8 part 3

While Amy was downstairs cooking up a no doubt sizable breakfast to fill Catherine with, the pregnant angel had gone to the toilet to relieve herself and freshen up, brushing her teeth and giving herself a quick inspection. She was shocked by the results. Gazing at her reflection straight on in the mirror she definitely thought she looked wider, her waist looked slightly more filled in than it did yesterday morning, her sides seemed to almost bulge. Running her hands over her sides she couldn't deny feeling softer, nipping and pinching here and there, it certainly seemed like there was more to grab.

The same applied for her ass, it was wider, it hung little more, perhaps not carrying as high as it did a few weeks ago, it was still tight , but it just seemed bigger all over, wider and fleshier. Looking at Amy's glowing red handprint, she ran her fingertips over the wide expanse, it was sore from its recent punishment, but she loved it, the tingle and throb of the spanked skin.

Her breasts also appeared larger, they seemed to hang more, looking rounder and more bulbous throughout, they were starting to expand outwards too, obscuring a small part of her upper arms. With the butt of her left hand she nudged her left breast, it wobbled and swayed, liquid-like in motion until it came to a stop. The skin was still velvety soft, 'But at the rate I'm growing and gaining how long before they develop stretch marks?' She queried internally. Her daily ritual of practically bathing herself in cocoa butter might have to be stepped up, 'no doubt Amy will help me lather myself up.'

Then she looked at her belly, how could she not? At this point there was no missing it, even if you couldn't see it, you'd no doubt at least hear it eventually. RUMMMMMMMMMBLLLLLLE... "Shh, soon, don't worry, we'll eat soon. Shit, after yesterday how can you want anymore? Although chances are you'll bitch more now that you're so much bigger", she replied to her belly's plea, unsure if she was talking to herself or the bulging, rumbling mass. She stroked it delicately with both hands, then felt a light kick come from inside, "YOU on the other hand I love to hear from and can't wait to see," she went red and warm with pride. 'Wow, in just over two months I'll be a mom, YOU'RE mom, I can't believe it, it feels like it's gone so damn fast. Holy crap, only two months left, I have to make sure to enjoy these last few months to the max, and with Amy back that's inevitable.'

Turning to the side to view her profile she gasped, she couldn't believe how far out her belly extended, sure, she knew it was far, but "...Wow", running her hand over it as if checking if her reflection was real, and it sure was. Experimentally, she slid her hands as far under it as she could reach and attempted to lift it as if it were separate from herself, the weight of it was staggering. Staring at her profile she realised how far back from her mirror she actually had to stand to fit all of herself into the reflection, it was far to say the least. She looked to the ground, peering at the scales, she was so tempted to see what she weighed, to see what she'd GAINED, it had to be a fair amount since the last time she'd been weighed, but she knew it was a hopeless endeavour by herself, she had no chance of seeing the readout.

Her gaze returned to her reflection, seeing her very large breasts sitting heavily on top of her belly, she couldn't believe how big she was now, she just had to say it out loud to hear it, make it real, "I've still got two months left, I'm going to be ***ing enormous when this is over", she smiled. "Yep, I'm fattening up. I stuff my belly, I gain weight and I'm loving it and I can't wait to get bigger", she giggled at her reflection, giving her rumbling belly a light, playful slap just to watch it jiggle. "A pregnant piggy, indeed."

"I'll say", Amy suddenly piped up from the open doorway, leaning against the wooden door frame. She walked up behind Catherine and wrapped her hands as far around her as she could and kissed her neck gently, "Talking to your reflection a little, huh?"

"Maybe a little, I just needed to say it out loud, to hear the words", she responded, placing her hands on top of Amy's.

"Well you know I'm happy to say them to you anytime, here, listen: You're hot, pregnant, and fattening up like a prize pig for market who can't keep her belly full for more than a couple of hours. And I'm going to keep feeding you, fattening you up, and ***ing you", she said with a smile. "There, that better?"

"Much, thanks." RUMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLE... Catherine's belly pleaded again.

"Talking of feeding you and fattening you up, I think that's our song your gut's playing. Come on, breakfast's ready."

After slipping on a bathrobe Catherine followed Amy downstairs and entered the kitchen. Set out before her on the kitchen table was a breakfast feast of bacon, sausage, hash browns, fried eggs and about 8 other breakfast items, as well as very liberally buttered bread. Amy rubbed Catherine's hungry belly through the strained material of her silk bathrobe, "All for you."

"Wow, this looks great", looking over the table, her mouth watering and her belly complaining even more, she looked at Amy solemnly. "Listen, THIS looks incredible, but despite what I said up in the bathroom, today I want to take it easy. Rest assured this breakfast is going to vanish and it's going t fill me up plenty, but I don't want to get stuffed today, I'll eat, of course, and I'll no doubt eat a lot like usual, but I don't want anything like yesterday. I have working tomorrow morning, so today I want to relax with you, eat my regular meals and get an early night. Is that ok?" She was hesitant, she didn't want to upset Amy in light of everything that'd happened so far this weekend.

With a knowing smile, Amy said, "Don't worry, I understand, we'll take it easy, no stuffings today, I'm not pissed." She kissed Catherine on the cheek lovingly, then rapidly licked the same spot, "But as for the early night, I'm not promising anything", she winked.