This choice: Check out your new borrowed body • Go Back...Chapter #4Check out your new borrowed body by: Dima   "I'm fucking pregnant..." You mumble again, running the smooth delicate hands along the rounded bloated belly jutting out off your newly acquired body with the shape being a bit oval and pointy around the belly button. Bloated, and both weirdly feeling connected to your body and not at the same as you stare down the mirror to see the exposed under belly poking out from your worn in white pajama top with just the feint signs of stretch marks on the side. her soft rounded jaw a far cry from your own while catching the site of her blue eyes being replaced fully by your own pools of light hazel. her heavy swollen melons resting on top of her bloated tummy with the combo of her loose sweats hiding most of your bodies shape only fueling your curiosity...but it is a cozy look compared to seeing Christina all done up for school with her hair usually being straightened out compared to the bundle of curly messy fluff she has as is.
All attention interrupted by the slight bulge and movement stirring in your belly again to snap your out of the curious stupor, "GAH..o-okay okay, awareness of me having a little rowdy jerk sloshing in me is established and out of the way. C'mon jon you've seen like a dozen women at work who are on the whole motherhood journey but..." you trail off, running your soft hands along your bellies round sides up till your thumbs press into the underside of your plump tits making your chest flutter. "this is different...and kind of hot like I'm all tucked into this...GAH I need to explore, hey kid you care if I do that?" You say, getting a bit overwhelmed and giving your baby a bit of a notice with no kick or reaction, "oh okay now you dont move around." you say, rolling your eyes as you glaze over your figure to figure out how to start, only really remembering Christina's figure before she got knocked up by a awkward one night stand, or so Ashlyn said it was.
"...Hmph alright lets start simple here I gotta know what kind of heat are you packing in this bra Christi~" you coo, fumbling around with slipping off her bathrobe before getting to work on yoinking off her worn in white shirt..getting it a bit snagged on your head making you bounce around which jiggles your belly and tits a bit to make them plap into each other before yanking it off fully, "Grk GRAH free from my shirt prison at la-DAMN" her soft voice cracks out from being met by two creamy over swollen tits bulging against a dull brown maternity bra which is struggling to keep the "full" feeling overs from breaking free...witnessing the slight hue of her veins bulging a bit in the cleavage thats being squished together as her reflection shows off her tits almost resting full on her belly along with the little poking out of a pair of matching ugly brown waistline of her panties poking out from her sweats. Not that you care with the two fat orbs sloshing off your chest as you move her shoulders just a little bit, "I know your bigger than Ashy baby but these are massive!?" you yelp...staring at them, then like a curious cat, slapping the side of one to make it bounce and wobble with the strike causing a tense tingle to run through your sensitive tits. "Hnnng~! w-woah...why do they feel full, like their not literal udders..*pap* hng s-sheesh" you huff, smacking the other tit to see the ocean of fatty titty goodness ripple with another tingling to make your toes curl up.
Biting your lip, you let out a amused girly giggle, "H-hookay lets...get them out cause these gotta be what G-cups or something lets...hnng c'mon!" you grumble, reaching back and trying to unhook your bra while leaning forward, which makes you stumble a bit with the counter weight of your belly pulling you down, your tits wobbling with the erratic jerking till you get the bra off with a relieved sigh while standing up right, shoving your belly out in the air. "GRAH why is Ashylnns easy to pop off compared to these!" you whine, her swollen tits flopping out and smacking your belly with a bit of sag to the swollen heavy orbs. Spreading out a bit with her puffy brown nipples poking out with a puffy look wile you hold her bra out. whistling loud from the J-cup measurement, "Js!?...well thats a lie from how tight this felt on me *toss* these have to K's now!?" you giggle and yell, tossing the bra aside to pivot your focus on her tits, cupping the heavy things in each palm and watching them over flow and spill between her fingers while you embrace your inner teen despite being 30 while squishing her tits together making a hot sensation ripple through your chest, "Grk~ Hahaaa Tittyzilla! look at em!" you say, letting them go as you rest your hands on your meaty hips before standing up stiff to make them stick out with your belly, "hooo they're resting in my gut."
Admiring your orbs just sagging and spreading across your chest, your mind wanders to the next best thing...what the heck does Christina got tucked in these ugly grey sweats. You never really paid much mind to what she's packing below the waist since she's about as short as they come. So, really your eyes never left the general view of her head and now the confirmed monster melons...curious, you hook your thumbs and yoink down her sweats revealing a pair of chunky creamy thighs with divos of cellulite squishing together leaving almost no room for a gap with your new smooth pussy being covered up by some of her thighs, the brown maternity panties which sink into her bell like hips...turning to her the side to see her profile with wide eyes over her equally chunky wide butt sticking out with her panties partially wedgied in before turning around fully to see her wide ass in all it's glory, "GODDAMN YOU AND ASHY ARE CAKED...I mean look at this *slap* Christina you had this hidden from us at the hospital and our last BBQ?" you say, slapping her ass and seeing it's mostly fatty buns ripple...def more fatty from gorging herself out with the pregnancy as you spread your legs apart and bend over again, grabbing both her cheeks and feeling your fingers sink in like squish sand while trying to spread her cheeks apart while you barely see past your belly at the mirror. "GODDAMN I cant even see the pan-panti gah" you stand up straight, "GAH cant even see it past my belly...im short and STACKED" you say, feeling her pussy ooze with warmth, as though her body knows it's being violated and explored against it's will..what now  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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