Emily had to pull the seat back as far as it would go to fit in her car, and yet she could feel the steering wheel brush against her stomach. She knew she probably should have stopped driving awhile ago, but she didn't care, she had places to be.
Emily arrived at her place and squirmed her way out of the car. It was a nice home, a two story house out in the suburbs of the city. She waddled her way inside, and saw how truly dire her situation was.
Not only did she have nothing for her children, her home was completely unsuited for family life. Exercise equipment littered the home, the only parts of it she uses now are the exercise ball and the treadmill for kick starting labor. Pictures of her and her friends at parties, heavily intoxicated, were all around. She even saw a picture of herself in her bikini before she was pregnant, and she laughed at how different she looked compared to then. Well, there was really one major difference.
Magazines, very unfitting for children to read, littered the furniture as well. What's more, there were no signs that a pregnant woman lived here. There were no pictures of her belly at different stages, no ultrasound results. Emily didn't even remember going to see a doctor before. If you looked at her house, it looked as if she became pregnant this morning!
It hit Emily pretty hard how much she ignored her children for the sake of work. This brought a troubling line of thought. "My god, if I can't even take care of my children before theft are born, what kind of mother will I be?" That was a bad thought. Being a single mother is tough, but a single mother of three? Terrifying.
"This place is going to get remodeled. Big time." She exclaimed as she rubbed her belly. "But first..." She smirked and headed to her closet.
Upon opening said closet, Emily was slightly disappointed. There were a lot more suits and formal wear than regular clothes in her closet. Emily frowned at the suits and dresses she could no longer wear and looked down at the suit she was wearing.
Her blazer didn't even come close around her, and almost every button had popped off. A few straggling buttons held on in crucial places on her belly at least, but one could see huge gaps of pale flesh several button lengths apart. A singular button kept the blouse from revealing her bra she now noticed was incredibly tight. That is what happens when you try to fit F cup breasts in a double D bra. She could feel her pants were lower, unable to fit around her girth, and when she felt back there, Emily could feel her panties poking out from the pants. Margaret was putting it nicely, she looked like the office slut.
"Yeah, maternity clothes are a must now." She said as she now searched for a rare normal outfit. She finally settled on what fit her best instead of what looked good. She had a pair of sweat pants on that were straining to stay on followed with a black T-shirt that only reached about halfway down her stomach, showing a lot of her triplet filled womb.
After long consideration, Emily decided to go without a bra, knowing it would be just to uncomfortable for the night. Letting the girls hang free, Emily waddled back to the car and drove to where Laura said she and her friends would be.
Why in the world Laura decided to have a party for a pregnant woman in a busy bar, Emily will never know. But it was, and that was where Emily found herself now. Emily Immediately saw her friends by the corner booth and waddled her way over.
"Why did you have to pick a booth?" Emily asked Laura. "You realize how hard it is to get into tight spaces while carrying three children in my stomach?"
"Oh quit whining. You need the exercise anyway, fatty." Laura joked.
"At least I exercise Laura." Emily retorted, finally managing to wriggle in to the booth. "You guys are never going to guess what happened today!"
"Honey, we know what today, that's why we are celebrating!" Laura said gesturing to all her friends in the booth.
"No something else happened today." Emily said, as she related to her friends the events that had taken place that day.
That news was met with lots of screams of delight and congratulations. "I can't believe it" Laura squealed. "Two promotions in one day? You are one lucky girl!"
"Your right." Emily said. "You know what, the next round of drinks are on me. Let me go tell the bartender."
After another battle of wriggling, Emily managed to get out of the booth and head for the bar. Waddling her way to the bar, Emily placed her groups order.
"I need four whiskies and one sooOOH MY GOD! YOU!" Emily exclaimed.
Standing behind the bar, preparing her drinks, was the woman Emily had kissed earlier that day.
The woman seemed to recognize her too. "You!" She said. "You were the crazy woman earlier today! You were the one that kissed me!"
Emily wanted nothing more than to disappear. "I'm so sorry about that! I didn't know what I was doing! I don't even know why I kissed you! I'm so sorry!" She said in rapid succession. Her face would put most lobsters to shame.
Then the woman did something completely unexpected, she started to laugh.
"Haha, slow down! It was worth it to see that reaction right there! Can I at least get a name for my secret admirer?" The woman joked. "I'm Emily." She said, her face still beet red.
"Well then, I'm Jane." She said. "Now what do you want to order?" "Four whiskies and a soda." Was Emily's reply.
"Wow, you are a heavy drinker! You may have a problem. You sure wanna subject the little guy to that?" Jane said, pointing to her belly.
Emily was shocked. "Oh god no! The soda is for me! I would never drink while pregnant! The..." Emily stopped when she noticed Jane giggling.
"I'm just joking! Man, you fluster easily! Don't worry, four whiskies and a soda coming right up." Jane said as she turned to pour the drinks.
While she was turned, Emily got to really look at Jane for the first time. She was shorter than Emily, but most people were. She looked about average height. She was a very attractive woman, Emily had to give her that. Skinny jeans hugged her legs and showed off some nice curves, and when she bent over, Emily noticed a lot of the men in the bar turn to stare at her her ass. A small belt wrapped around some very curvy thighs. A blouse and a black vest, like the ones you see on casino dealers, his what were at least Triple D breasts.
When Jane turned around, Emily saw a playfulness in her eyes and in her smile. She also saw the luscious red lips and dazzling white teeth that she had kissed earlier that day. Followed by green eyes hiding under bangs of fiery red hair.
"Here ya go!" Jane said breaking Emily out of her trance. "For whiskies and a soda for the mother to be." Jane then looked at Emily. "That's an interesting outfit for a night of partying." "It was the only stuff I had that fit me these days." Emily said, rubbing the exposed flesh of her womb. "If that's what fits you, I'd hate to see what doesn't." Jane joked. "I mean, you don't even have a bra on."
"How did you know I didn't have a bra on?" Emily asked. "That's easy, your leaking honey."
Emily looked down and saw that was indeed leaking breast milk, and it was soaking through her shirt to the point that she could see through the fabric.
Emily's hands shot up to cover her breasts. "Oh god! This is so embarrassing!" Emily said, illiciting a cackle of laughter from Jane. "Its also incredibly funny!" She said between chuckles. "I like you Emily, even if you are a crazy kisser."
Emily liked Jane as well, when she got past the embarrassment that she kissed this woman for no reason. Emily though she would make a good friend. "Well, you seem nice too. Thanks for the drinks. Again, I'm sorry about kissing you." Emily said.
"I think you at least owe me dinner first." Jane joked.
Emily laughed, and then thought about it. Hey she just got promoted with a bonus check, what the hell?
"Alright." Emily said, deciding to be adventurous. Jane, for her part was taken off guard. What?" She asked. "Dinner, let me buy you a dinner. It the least I could do to make up for what I did earlier today."
"You realize that I was joking, right?" Jane asked. "Yes, but I'm not joking. Let me buy you a dinner. Here." Emily said as she took a napkin and wrote down her phone number and placed it in Jane's hand. "Tomorrow evening sound good?" She asked.
Jane stared for a moment and then smiled warmly. "Hey, who can turn down free food? Sounds great. See you then."
Emily took the drinks over to the booth and sat down after much wriggling yet again. When she settled in, she realized her friends were staring. "What?" She asked. "What was that about?" Laura asked, pointing towards the bar. "Oh nothing, just celebrating in my own little way. "Alright, don't tell me. Hey, you know your leaking right?" Laura said.
"I know." Emily said in an exasperated tone. Emily was about take a sip of her soda when...
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