Chapter 2 - catherines selfdiscovery chapter 11 part 2

Twenty minutes later both Amy and Catherine waddled out of The Fat Panda, both with their hands at the small of their backs, but only Amy was groaning with mild discomfort and perhaps a tinge of arousal of the feeling of being so damn stuffed. Catherine looked her over, "Yeah, now you know what it's like to be me", she said with a grin as she ran a hand over her own corpulence. "I gotta say, from here you definitely look the part now."

"Oooph, really? Can you maybe take a picture with your phone real quick?"

Catherine giggled with glee, "Absolutely, you look so hot pregnant". She lined up the lens on Amy's bulging body as Amy posed with one hand pressed to her lower back with the other gently draped over her expanded tummy looking every bit as maternal as Catherine did a few months ago. At this point her tank top had risen several inches above her now considerably less shallow belly button, and by some miracle the button on her pants was still in place. Catherine approached her and wrapped an arm around her back, "Hows about we get you fitted for some new maternity duds, huh?" Taking her by the wrist Catherine led Amy through the mall until dead ahead stood a maternity clothing store appropriately named Hot Mamma. As Amy took another step in the stores direction Catherine dragged her to quite, almost hidden spot under one of the escalators, "Stand still". Amy complied patiently while Catherine rummaged through her handbag, from which she sneakily removed a stitch ripper, and before Amy could react Catherine had snagged the thread holding Amy's pants closed with the stitch ripper and tugged, causing the button to pop off and the flaps to rapidly open as Amy's stuffed gut filled the space. The pressure placed on the zipper caused it to quickly descend much to Catherine's delight.

Amy pulled away sharply and attempted to cover herself up, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Setting a pretence, now come on." Once again Catherine's hand had seized Amy's, she pulled her back round in the direction of Hot Mamma and entered the large, open glass doors while Amy's other hand was holding one of the flaps of her trousers trying to conserve her dignity by not letting them fall to the floor.

A young, attractive blond sales assistant saw the pair come in with a slightly flustered air and saw Amy's rather desperate situation, "Oh my", she said slightly shocked, "Is everything ok, can I help you?", she approached Catherine and Amy, eyeing them both up.

Catherine gave the girl a cute yet rather bashful smile, "Hey, we need help, my friend here's had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction and really needs some new clothes, can you size her up?"

The assistant, Melissa, looked Amy over with a slight smile, "I think I can handle this, come through to the private changing rooms and we'll get to work". Melissa led Amy and Catherine to the back of the store where they found 3 large fitting and changing rooms, a small stool for standing on during measurements and fittings were being done, as well as a small, comfortable sofa, on which Catherine took a seat and relaxed. Looking at Amy, Melissa said in a jokey tone, "I think it's safe to lose the pants now, I'm Melissa by the way."

Dropping her pants to the floor Amy felt very exposed as her very tight underwear and chubby ass were on show, "I'm Amy, and that's Catherine", she said as she blushed with embarrassment, she could feel Melissa's eyes all over her body.

"How far along are you now?"

"Oh, almost six months now, funny how the time shoots by", she said with a wink and a smile to Catherine who was sitting back and enjoying the show.

Melissa drew closer, gesturing to Amy's tight panties, "May I?"

With a heavy sigh Amy's eyes fixed themselves on the ceiling, "Sure, go ahead". Melissa reached down and felt the tension on the elastic of her visibly over stressed underwear, twanging the strap once against her supple skin.

"Well these definitely need to go, do you want to take off your top so I can measure to see if you need any new bras as well?"

"That might be a good idea, yeah", Amy raised her arms and started pulling her tight top over her head, freeing herself her boobs fell and bobbed around releasing one of her large breasts from her bra. She quickly dropped her top to the floor and fumbled to readjust herself.

"Yeah, I think it might be wise to go up a size.. or two, because that one looks seriously uncomfortable. Can you take it off so I can get you measured up?" As Melissa approached her, she asked her to raise her arms. Melissa held the tape to Amy's soft side and ran the tape measure around Amy's exposed breasts. While Melissa's attention was on Amy's breasts, Amy looked at her and could have sworn she saw a rather familiar look in her eyes, a kind of hunger. "Do you know what size you were before you were pregnant?"

"I've always been a little bigger up top, I think I was a 32 E", Amy said wit her eyes locked on the cute, busty assistant.

"32 E before you were pregnant? That's pretty impressive", Melissa removed the tape measure and reset at different angles on Amy's breasts. "Well you're no 32 E anymore, that's for sure."

"Oh yeah, so what's the news?" Amy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"36 FF, very nice. Once we've got your other measurements we'll go choose some clothes from the store", Melissa said with a wink.

"36 FF, you're catching up, babe!"Catherine said from her comfy spot on the sofa.

"Shall we get that bump of yours measured up now?", Melissa asked with a sweet smile.

Amy swallowed hard, she knew this was it, the moment of truth, would she be rumbled as just a chubby faux-preggo or would her stuffed belly actually pass the test? "Sure, why not, gotta do it some time, huh?"

From the sofa Catherine saw Amy's hint of panic and mouthed very clearly "Calm down" without Melissa's notice.

"Great, then if you could get onto the stool we can get started." Melissa motioned over the small measuring stool on the ground.

Amy took a deep breath and stepped up, keeping her gaze on the mirror in front of her, watching both her reflection and that of Melissa as she approached from behind with her tape measure in hand and with that same look in her eyes. While Amy was extremely turned on by the prospect of being treated like she was actually pregnant, the possibility of being discovered was making her sweat a little.

Melissa walked round to Amy's front, she pressed one end of the tape measure to her bulging tummy with one hand while the other pressed and traced it around her waist, but paused for a second. Amy could feel the hand on her bulge pressing and feeling with finger tips, then Melissa dropped the other end of the tape and pressed her other hand to Amy's taut tummy. Amy saw Melissa squint curiously as she touched her.

Out of fear of Melissa seeing through her chubby façade Amy felt compelled to push her belly out against Melissa's hands hoping to make it look round and feel harder, this of course only encouraged Melissa to inspect her more until she raised her eyes and locked them with Amy's.

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Melissa asked accusingly.

"What? Of course I am, what're you talking about?" Amy was panicking.

"Simple, THIS is what I'm talking about", Melissa poked Amy's stuffed belly eliciting a burp from her pouty lips. "Sorry, hun, but I know a pregnant belly when I touch one, and this ain't one. It's way too soft and squishy."

"Hey, less of the ishy-sqway, if you please. So I've chubbed up a bit since getting pregnant, it happens", Amy said, kinda proud of her retro use of Pig Latin and her desperate attempt to convince Melissa.

Melissa wagged her right index finger in protest, "Uh uh, no, SHE'S chubbed up a bit since getting pregnant", Melissa looked over and pointed her other index finger at the mildly entertained Catherine on the sofa, "I remember you from a couple of months ago, and lemme just say: Wow", she said with a rather impressed and admiring tone. "But YOU, you've just chubbed up", she said with an almost patronising pat to Amy's bulge. "Don't get me wrong, you look pregnant, really pregnant, but you only look it, it's the way your belly feels that gave you away", Melissa stated with a slightly smug smile.

With a defeated tone, Amy gave up the ghost, "Crap. Ok, so I look pregnant, but how do I feel different? My belly's tight and kinda hard sooo..."

"So it's not the same kind of hard, silly. Sure it's tight and a little hard, but when you've touched as many pregnant bellies as I have you can tell the difference, I'll show you." Taking Amy's hand she led her over to the sofa where Catherine was lounging, she knelt down and shifted her gaze between Catherine's face and her huge pregnant belly, "May I?"

"Oh I suppose, go ahead." Melissa tentatively pulled the material of Catherine's peach hoodie until it was bunched up under her heavy breasts, then using her finger tips the gripped the high elastic waist of her jeggings and edged them down slowly exposing her tight soft skin.