This choice: On the bus across town, the cheap food store has some good items. • Go Back...Chapter #4On the bus across town by: notabot   Maggie waddled out of the house, her massive belly jiggling in front of her. As big as she was when she was pregnant with her two twins, she was much larger now that they were more grown. She could only imagine how big she would get as they got older.
Well, she didn't have to use her imagination too much. The outside world was filled with women unbirthing and voring their children far into their teens. Maggie walked to the bus stop, mothers with incredible bellies all around her. Some were lovingly talking to their bellies, others were giggling and feeling their young kick and move inside them, and still others did it casually as Maggie did. Although Maggie knew there was still a thrill and a love that went into her unbirthing.
The bus slowly pulled up and Maggie waited her turn to get on, holding her belly as she stood there. The bus's doors were specially designed to be wide enough for women with especially large bellies and breasts to get on and there were plenty of women like that on this ride. Maggie heaved herself up the steps, Dennis and Denise sloshing around inside her swollen womb as she took her big steps.
"Be careful, Mommy!" Denise giggled, kicking the walls of her mother's womb. Maggie stroked where her daughter kicked with a smile and sat down at one of the closer seats. There were a few men on the bus, including the driver, but most everyone else either had a big belly or had breast vored someone. There was one woman with an impressive chest size who did not appear to have done any voring, but her teenaged daughter was feeding at her breasts, each of them looking lovingly into each other's eyes. Maggie chuckled a little because the woman's other breast, the one her daughter was not feeding from, was brazenly displayed and yet nobody on the bus said a word to the nursing mom. Not many people raised too much concern about women's breasts these days, not with all the children who spent time inside their mother's breasts and all the kids who fed from their moms. Sure, men still lusted over women's breasts but society's view on women's breasts were much more liberal these days.
Maggie felt her heart flutter as she saw this. She too had never stopped breastfeeding her children and she loved seeing other moms who did the same, especially the ones who fed their teenagers. In a world of Mother Vore, most did not care about women who breastfed their children beyond infancy and most did not mind one bit if any breastfeeding mother decided to feed her child, regardless of age, in public. Maggie was happy about this, because she had no wish to ever stop nursing her children.
Maggie ran her hands up and down her belly anxiously as the bus continued on. As the bus parked, she could see a massive billboard with a Vore celebrity, Anna Dukes, posing in specially-designed underwear for Voring Mothers. It cradled her inflated chest as the pregnancy hormones swelled and the panties could quickly break apart to accept her children back into her womb and was sleek and elastic enough to be able to carry the enormous growth of her belly. The billboard had her lying on her side, a sexy smile on her face as one hand stroked her big belly. Near her hand was the clear impression of her child's foot. Although, Maggie couldn't know if it was really her child inside her. Celebrities were notorious frequenters of Vore Clubs where people swap their young. Maggie never went to the clubs, however. She cared too much for her two twins and she was too embarrassed to show up in the cheaper clothes she had. Vore Clubs were supposed to be elegant places, from everything shed' heard.
She was broken from her reverie by a small moan, and turned to the source of the noise to see the chesty woman who had been breastfeeding her daughter was now taking her daughter into her breasts. Other mothers on the bus all took a glance or two, but Maggie was the only one to watch the whole spectacle as the woman pulled her daughter inside her large breasts. The woman's hands remained in her lap as she pulled her daughter in, showing she was well-versed in breast vore. Maggie was quite impressed that this woman was able to breast vore her child with only the muscles in her breasts, not needing her hands like many mothers did when breast voring.
The woman's eyes remained closed and a smile was on her face as she pulled her daughter in, until the last bits vanished and she let out a happy sigh. Despite being done, the woman made no move to cover her breasts. She just leaned back in her seat and casually stroked her hand over her now engorged breast. She opened her eyes and saw Maggie staring, but only smiled. Maggie blushed and quickly looked away. For the rest of her ride, she occasionally glanced back at the mother, who still had not covered her breasts and Maggie was sure she was not going to. Not that Maggie minded. For the most part Maggie had no interest in other women, but she could not deny how much she loved the sight of other mothers when they were post-vore. To Maggie's shock, even when the mother got off the bus, a few stops before her own, she made no move to cover up.
When the bus stopped near the market Maggie attended, she heaved her pregnant body off of the seat and walked out toward the store. She had on a grey wool cap over her brown hair and a checkered shirt on over top a maternity tank top from when she was first pregnant. Although, with the size her belly was now at, about half of her motherly tummy was exposed. Vore accessories were a little expensive and she didn't see why she needed to go to that expense. Inside the store, music played lightly from the ceiling as she looked through shelves for food. Maggie checked cans, looked for sales, and got big containers of milk, bread, and other necessities to save money. The grocer smiled as she walked up.
"Excited to give birth?" the grocer said as she ran Maggie up at the cash register. In a world filled with so much motherly vore, talking about each other's pregnancy and children was very commonplace. And like most other people, this cashier believed Maggie was just pregnant, not unbirthing or voring.
"Oh yes," Maggie said with a smile, rubbing her big belly. "I feel like I'll love my children dearly." Hearing this, Dennis and Denise happily kicking and stroked the walls of their mother's womb. They tried not to make too much commotion when Maggie was out in public, but both they and Maggie loved it when they thrashed around inside her.
"Well, it will be a blessing," the grocer said. "My little one's playing with my neighbor's kid." She paused with a smile. "She's a very bosomy woman, if you understand what I mean."
Maggie smiled and nodded. Breast vore was rarer than softvore or unbirthing and it was considered a kind of treat for children, hence the joke between them. After buying her groceries, Maggie headed back outside, where it was raining like crazy. Maggie saw the bus about to come across the street and knew that if she missed it, she'd have to wait a while to catch another one. Bus service in this part of the city was notoriously bad and the drivers would take an hour break after this route. The rain only got heavier, but Maggie knew she had to risk it. She started running, not bothering to shield herself from the downpour.
"Hold on, dears," she yelled to her twins, who began bouncing around inside their mother like crazy as she ran. Her entire outfit was soaked, but Maggie didn't care. But, as fast as she ran, she still had to hold onto her groceries, plus deal with a gigantic belly. Maggie was too slow and the bus pulled away. Standing under the bus stop for cover from the rain, Maggie sighed, dejected. "Sorry kids, we'll have to take a little more time before we get home."
"It's okay, mommy," Dennis said quietly, patting the womb walls.
Maggie sighed again and smiled, looking down at her ruined clothes. She rolled up her tank top to reveal her entire big belly and started to wring the water out. As she did, a woman next to her in the bus stop looked at her belly with awe.
"E...excuse me," the woman said, getting a little bit closer to Maggie, "but...you have some of the most incredible belly skin I've ever seen. What are you using?"
"What am I using?" Maggie asked curiously. She was too broke to afford any of the belly cream and oils marketed to Voring Mothers. "Um, nothing except this rain water, I guess."
"Wow," the woman breathed. She had on a nice rain jacket and a black corporate dress. The woman paused before she reached into her pocket for a business card. "I'm sorry to ask, but would you ever consider being a Vore Model? You have the perfect belly for it. We can wait until your children are born."
"Actually," Maggie said with a little smile, stroking her big belly. "My two twins were born three years ago. I'm carrying them inside me right now."
The woman smiled excitedly, handing Maggie her card. "Then you absolutely have to consider this deal, please!" Maggie took the card. It read Nina Roseman: WarmWombs A&R.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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