The next morning Grace woke up. She had a great night's sleep, it had been years since she had slept so peacefully. As she slowly got out of bed, she started to feel a little hungry. She just guessed it was due to the good sleep she had. She grabbed her dressing grown and tied up the belt it had. Then she noticed something. The belt didn't seem to tighten up the same way as it usually did. She looked down at her waistline and noticed her belly was sticking out slightly. What's going on, she thought, it has been years since I have been bloated like this. I've been through menopause, so this should not be happening.
Before she got the chance to check, her hunger pains got really strong, so she ignored checking her belly and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a box of waffles from the freezer and put some of them into the toaster, the others under the griller in her stove. She rushed over and started a large pot of Joe's in the coffee machine. While the waffles were cooking, she grabbed the carton of ice cream from the freezer and started eating spoonfuls of it to tame her hunger. What's happening to me, she thought, first a swollen belly, now stuffing myself with ice cream. I'll be a blimp if I don't slow down. However her hunger, and enjoyment of the food, was not going to stop her. Soon the waffles were done, so she pilled them onto a large plate with a few spoonfuls of ice cream and large amount of maple syrup. She grabbed the coffee pot from the machine and didn't bother even pouring it into a cup. She carried the waffles and coffee back to the kitchen table, sat down, and started eating the waffles. Between each couple of mouthfuls of waffle she'd take a huge mouthful of coffee to wash down the ice cream and waffle mix. Grace was surprised how fast they were going down, but wasn't going to stop until all the waffles were eaten and the coffee was drunk. It wasn't long until she was done gorging on the waffles and coffee. She laid back in the chair, panting and moaning, seeing her belly sticking out. She undid the belt on her dressing gown and allowed her bare belly to stick out. She looked pregnant, her belly was flatish under her breasts, but soon curved outwards, ending up as a round ball where her belly button is.
Surely I am not pregnant, she thought. I never had a huge appetite when I was pregnant with the kids. She slowly got up out of her seat, grunting with the effort she required to move her belly. She finally stood up and looked down at her belly. She gave it a rub, feeling how warm and firm it was. Grace always made sure she was relatively fit, never putting on weight or doing silly things like stuffing herself with a large amount of food. However she stood there, enjoying the shape of her belly, each rub of her hand against it was almost erotic to her. She walked to the bathroom and checked herself out in the mirror. She noticed that her belly was starting to push down the waistband on her undies, but wasn't big enough to make the panties too tight. Her breasts seemed to be a bit bigger, she noticed how they were filling out her bra. She knew something was up, and needed to do something.
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