“Can I touch it?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure. Trust me, it’s fucking real.”
Naomi was extra cautious, as if she were reaching out for an exposed electric wire and anticipating the shock. Tina’s belly possessed no such threat, but it was an alien thing, so massive and round and bulging out from the rest of her body. When her fingers touched the summit of it—right near the belly button—a tingle shot up her arm. The exterior of it was quite firm, yet still smooth like a woman’s body. With her mouth spreading into a grin, Naomi moved her hand all over it, pressing her palm down to the surface.
It was real!
She felt motion underneath, and so did Tina. Apparently, the baby inside was searching for a comfortable position. Either that, or it was anxious to come popping out. Naomi remembered that she had set the setting for the week of pregnancy to the highest number. Tina no longer had seven months between now and the delivery date!
“I didn’t think it’d be this heavy,” Tina remarked, groaning a bit.
“How heavy?”
“Well, it feels like someone rolled their car on top of me, setting the front tire right on my abdomen.”
“Yikes. I wonder how that feels like.”
Tina immediately started shaking her head. “No. Don’t you dare.”
Naomi was already reversing off the bed to retrieve her friend’s phone again. “Why? It’s totally reversible.” She showed her the drop-down menu with the list of weeks, but refrained from clicking on anything. “It’ll be easy to turn you back. And me. I know it’ll work.”
“Naomi—”
“Hang on. I got this.”
With one press on the screen, Naomi brought up the default template for a profile. Then, she pressed TAKE PHOTO and turned the phone so that the camera lens was facing her.
However, trying to snap a picture only resulted in an error message.
ERROR 27: SUBJECT NOT WITHIN FRAME. SUGGEST TAKING PHOTO FROM FARTHER AWAY. RETRY?
Naomi pouted. “Well, I guess selfies are out of the question. You mind taking a picture of me?” She tossed the phone to her friend.
“Fine. Stand still,” Tina said. The phone clicked. “Okay, I guess it accepted that photo. Now there’s a bunch of options. Wait, I can change the amount of babies I’m carrying? Holy shit.”
“Hey, over here,” Naomi said. “Make me as big as you.”
“Yeah, hang on a second. Week of pregnancy, right? There, got it. You’ll be nine months along, just like me.”
“Awesome.”
Truthfully, Naomi didn’t know what to expect. She had imagined being pregnant before, though she wasn’t quite ready to be raising a kid yet. Nevertheless, she still pictured her belly swelling, and her boobs growing bigger and filling with milk. Those would be some fun changes to witness, but she wasn’t about to go find a random guy to knock her up just to experience the pregnant life.
Now, she didn’t have to!
At first, Naomi felt a slight pressure on her insides, right around her intestines and stomach. There was no visible swelling just yet, but she clutched her abdomen, groaning slightly, almost like Tina had. Then, her tank top began to stretch outward underneath her breasts, expanding into a curve. The sudden accumulation of weight into a localized area was disorienting, and she took a step back, splaying her feet. Her belly grew and grew, transforming from a slight mound into something more like what she would’ve seen on a camel’s back.
Naomi bent her spine backward as she went deep into the third trimester. It became so huge that she couldn’t even see her legs, and then even bigger than that. It was like someone had stuck a hose between her legs and pumped her full of air, inflating her womb to the breaking point.
She thought she was going to burst open like a balloon, but then the expansion stopped. At forty weeks along, she was just as big as Tina was, the tank top now riding high on her belly, too small to cover even half of it. At once, her hands were all over it, following the strange new contours.
And it was so gosh darn heavy!
“Okay, enough of that,” Tina announced, still handling the phone. “We’ll be turning back before we make some terrible mistake.”
“Hey, wait! I haven’t had any fun yet,” Naomi said.
“And what fun is there to have? Unless you like feeling like a hippo.”
“Well …”
Naomi looked down at herself again. Of all the changes associated with pregnancy, the belly was the most obvious one—but not the only one. Her tank top was tighter on her chest too, and a quick peek underneath revealed why. Naomi’s breasts had grown significantly from just moments ago, becoming fuller and rounder and undoubtedly heavier. Half of the time, she never wore a bra, but now she absolutely needed one—if she were to head out in public. But, Naomi had no interest in being seen like this, not outside of Tina’s bedroom anyway. She removed her tank top, allowing her breasts to hang freely. And even then, they didn’t really hang all that much. Naomi grabbed them both, moving her fingers quickly to the engorged nipples. They were each bigger than ever, and so dark! She had never seen them like that. And the sensitivity was off the chart!
“Oh,” she said, nearly moaning. “These are really nice.”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Making yourself pregnant so you could touch your boobs. Now I’ve heard it all.”
“And other parts of my body,” Naomi said.
To say she wasn’t turned-on would’ve been an outright lie. Naomi was on the opposite end of the spectrum, almost shaking on her feet from how warm the spot between her legs was. She sent a hand there next, keeping one upon her breast. Below the massive curve of her pregnant belly, Naomi felt her familiar parts, her womanhood already soaking wet. It had changed a little. To Naomi, the outer lips of her pussy felt larger than before, more swollen and thicker between her fingers. In the same way, the actual entrance to her vagina didn’t seem as tight. She easily stuffed a pair of fingers in, and then a third, and finally a fourth. She was wet to the core!
“Hey … oh! … this isn’t so bad.”
“You’re right,” Tina said.
Naomi cracked one eye open and saw her friend on the bed. Tina had slipped a hand under her t-shirt. The fabric rippled as the fingers danced underneath, probably pinching one of her nipples. Naomi really liked that now, better than ever before. Likewise, Tina’s other hand had gone to her crotch, pushing underneath the panties. Naomi saw the fingers at work there, too. Her own moved faster to the thought of Tina fingering herself, penetrating her entrance over and over again.
Tina rested her head against the headboard, her toes curling hard into the sheets.
“Fuck, that does feel pretty good,” she remarked.
Naomi came back to the bed, led by the apex of her round, protuberant midsection. “Remember what we used to think? Who needs guys when we have each other?”
Tina licked her lips.
Naomi did not anticipate she’d be this horny. It was peculiar, feeling the expanse of her swollen middle, knowing that a small life was inside of it. Unlike Tina, she hadn’t felt the baby move yet. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to. The thought that she had gone through nine months of pregnancy within the span of a minute was a little shocking, but the results were delightful.
The great weight of her pregnant belly was reinforced when she crawled onto the bed, supporting herself on her hands and knees. It was an uncomfortable position, where it annoyingly pulled at the rest of her body, a great mass trying to drag her down. Naomi was already out of breath, and she hadn’t even had the thing for more than a few minutes!
Tina had pulled the panties down to her thighs now, Naomi saw, allowing ample room for her fingers to work. Like her own, the outer folds of her friend’s pussy were enhanced in size, the lips themselves almost double the width and noticeably plumper. A wetness covered them both, and clung to several of Tina’s fingers. Three of which were deep inside the hot entrance, moving in and out. A strong scent emanated from between her legs, han
ging low, right on level with Naomi’s nostrils.
“Okay,” Tina panted, biting her bottom lip. “You’ve convinced me. This feels amazing.”
“I know!” Naomi agreed, finding a spot next to her. Their two bellies stood proud and high, almost equal in height and girth. “I don’t remember being this horny. It’s cool!”
“More than that.”
With a hand firmly at her own crotch—and the fingers probing what was an increasingly hot region of tender, slick skin—Naomi watched intently as Tina removed her shirt. Two fleshy orbs rolled out, each with a hard, fat nipple at the center of their respective areolas. Like Naomi’s, Tina’s breasts had enlarged in size, matching the rest of her very pregnant body.
Then, Tina squeezed one, causing a bit of milk to ooze from the tip. Naomi gasped.
“Oh,” her friend breathed. “Look at that. They feel so full!”
That’s what it was, Naomi thought. She had felt an ache in her boobs since the start, after they had grown with her belly. She didn’t know what that was until this very moment. They were full! As Tina worked more milk out of her right breast, Naomi turned her attention down to her own, gazing at the dark cleavage that separated them. She squeezed the right one, working her fingers toward the tender nipple. With a bit of careful manipulation that resulted in a soft moan racing through her lips, a droplet of milk appeared on the end. She scooped it up with her finger and licked it clean. It was too small to fully enjoy, but she approved of what little had touched her tongue.
“Hey, catch this,” Tina said.
Naomi turned her head just in time to be hit by a white spray. It went all over her face, prompting her to shut her eyes. Yet, it continued to rain on her skin, hitting her in the cheeks and forehead, sticking to her hair.
She shook her head, laughing all the while. “Hey, stop! It’s everywhere!”
Tina couldn’t stop giggling.
“A little warning next time?”
“Then it wouldn’t be as funny,” Tina reasoned.
Naomi wiped her face, staring at the source of the mess. The stimulation of Tina’s nipple had left it dripping, and it continued to do so even without pressure applied to the end of the breast. The nipple itself was as big as Naomi had ever seen, like a brown thumb erecting from the creamy, melon-sized mound of flesh. A glistening trail led underneath, where the accumulation of milk was already beginning to drip down to the mattress.
She felt a heat in her loins. “Mind if I have a taste?”
Tina presented it as if she were trying to get a newborn infant to latch on. “Here. There’s more where that came from.”
Naomi accepted the invitation, leaning across and encircling the fat, turgid nub with her lips. She tasted the sweet milk right away, and more readily came out when she began suckling, working her lips back and forth around the base. It came consistently, as if a tap had been turned on, and Naomi had her mouth around the faucet, swallowing whatever came out.
She heard Tina moan. “Oh, that feels wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like that. Oh!”
This wasn’t the first time Naomi had sucked on Tina’s nipples, but never had they emitted milk before! With a near-constant stream of the delicious fluid entering her belly, she reached down between her own legs and touched herself, pushing a finger deep inside her wet hole. Then, remembering that her pussy was looser than normal, she inserted four of them, tightly pressed together, locking them straight for maximum penetration. She undulated her body, rocking her pelvis to the rhythm, imagining that a man was on top of her, pumping her full with his cock.
And all the while, sweet milk filled her belly.
Naomi closed her eyes, for nursing from her friend’s breast was rather soothing in a way that she rarely experienced. She heard a rustling underneath the bed, and cracked an eye open to see Tina retrieving a flesh-colored dildo. Her lips stopped.
“Hey, keep doing that,” Tina said.
Naomi grinned. “And what are you about to do? What a convenient place for one.”
“I know, right? Never know when the mood will strike.”
From then on, Naomi nursed from Tina’s breast while watching as the girl plugged herself with the dildo. She wasn’t as spirited as usual—the massive belly and large breasts probably had something to do with that. Yet, the scene was highly erotic, even after Naomi had emptied the one breast and began sucking on the other, ignoring the sensation of fullness in her belly. The milk was too tasty to stop drinking.
Tina’s moans amplified, and Naomi eventually joined her, working her own soaked snatch with her fingers, appeasing that empty feeling which was stronger than ever down between her legs. She hated that, when her pussy was gaping and hungry, and she couldn’t move her fingers fast or deep enough. It wasn’t like that before being pregnant.
After Tina reached her first orgasm, it was Naomi’s turn with the dildo. This time, Tina leaned over and sucked from her nipple, drawing out more of that tasty milk which seemed to have no end. Her friend had been right! Feeling it leave her body—exiting with the force of the lips pulling at the tender nipple—was a strange and wonderful experience, and Naomi immediately wished it wouldn’t end. She pumped herself hard, even if her pregnant belly made the task a bit more difficult.
Yet, Tina’s blissful face with those white ribbons streaming down to her chin was enough to get her off, along with a pussy full of fake cock. She thrust her head hard into the mattress, screaming loudly, shoving the toy as far in as it could possibly go. Her belly arched high into the air, quivering as the rest of her body shook violently.
“Oh yes! Oh fuck!”
Naomi usually had enough in her for multiple orgasms, but the heavy weight on her midsection brought about exhaustion quicker than normal. Settling into the afterglow, she combed the other girl’s hair with her fingertips, listening as those lips continued to work. Her breast was beginning to look a bit deflated, but the milk hadn’t let up yet.
A moment later, Tina jerked her head back, her eyes widening.
“Oh no. Oh no! Not like this.”
Naomi propped herself up. “What is it?”
“It’s happening.”
Tina didn’t need to say anymore. Naomi saw the widening stain in the sheets, spreading under the girl’s legs. At the same time, Tina was clutching her abdomen hard, pressing both sides with her hands. Pain flashed across her face, before she panted through her mouth, inhales and exhales coming in quick succession.
“Naomi … grab the phone. Now.”
Naomi watched the scene, mesmerized by her friend apparently going into labor.
“Naomi!”
“Yeah. No worries. I got it.”
Scooting off the bed—which again reminded her that she was also more than thirty pounds heavier than before—Naomi found the phone, brought up Tina’s profile again by clicking on the top-right photo, and scrolled through the drop-down menu underneath the WEEK OF PREGNANCY option. She changed the number from 40 to 7, what Tina had been at before messing around with the Preg App.
“It better work. It better,” Tina said, now sweating from head to toe. She tensed up again as another shot of pain raced up her spine. More liquid continued to leak out of her pussy.
“There, I got it,” Naomi announced.
Right away, the power of the app took effect. Tina’s belly appeared to recede away, losing its mass and volume. With the girl’s hands still on it, it almost looked like she was pushing it down, forcing the air out as if it were a balloon. Meanwhile, her breasts lost their fullness, and the nipples lightened in color. Naomi imagined that the milk was gone too—whatever she hadn’t sucked out with her lips, anyway.
“Oh, thank God,” Tina said, sighing in relief. “That really scared the shit out of me. I wasn’t about to goto the hospital and deliver this thing now.”
Naomi eyed the app. “You know, I could go all the way back to zero, so you aren’t pregnant at all. Hey, we can have unprotected sex with this every single time! Guys would
love us!”
Tina glared at her. “I don’t know if we should be messing with that thing. You saw what it can do.”
“Yeah, and it’s awesome!”
“Anyways, I want to have a baby. Brock leaving doesn’t change that. I can still raise it myself.”
Naomi looked at the scene in front of her. Tina might’ve been changed back, but the sheets were still ruined, and a faint scent of milk hung in the air. Her belly was still full, so whatever was inside her stomach hadn’t disappeared like the rest.
And Naomi was still nine-months pregnant.
“You changing back yet?” Tina asked. “I bet it won’t be long before you have contractions. Let me tell you, they ain’t all that fun.”
“In a second,” Naomi answered, her eyes reflecting back images from the phone’s screen. “You know, this doesn’t say anything about whether it works on guys or just girls. I wonder.”
Tina’s eyes widened into saucers.
“No.”
When Brock opened the door, Naomi leapt into his arms, kissing him right on the face. She ran her fingers through his curly, sandy-colored hair, clutching it hard as he stumbled backward from surprise. Then, she forced her tongue right into his mouth, pinning her body tight against his.
Shortly after, he pulled away in shock.
“Naomi, what the hell? What was that?”
Naomi poked him in the chest. “Look. Tina’s finished with you. It doesn’t look good, buckaroo. But that’s one more free cock for me to have. And hey, you’re pretty cute. So let’s just forget about everything else—”
Brock opened his mouth.
“—and not say a word about what’s going to happen next. You’re hot, and I’m wet. Wanna feel?”
It was wrong, Naomi knew. Tina would murder her if she ever found out about it, but that girl wasn’t around. Before the split, Naomi had thought about asking Tina to share him in a sort of open relationship. They talked about it back in college, double-teaming a pretty-boy hunk and letting him have his way with both of their naked bodies. It was a wild dream to think about.
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