Pep Rally IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for varvi.

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Sam went shopping.

She was tired of her ever-shrinking wardrobe, most of her tops turned to belly shirts by then. Her cheer uniform was the worst, belly bulging out, udder protruding beneath it. She had ordered the largest size made, but it was still several times too small for her.

Sam tried on different outfits, mostly dresses, as few pants could hope to accommodate her udder.

She tried on a white tank top and a high black spandex skirt that she rather liked, despite that the skirt either exposed her belly or her udder depending on how she adjusted it.

She squeezed and struggled her way into a zip-up sleeveless dress. It was skin tight, showing off every curve and crevice of her swollen body, yet it looked rather pretty, with its low neckline and dark coloring. Despite the sensation of being uncomfortably squished and compressed, it looked good enough as a club dress, relatively speaking.

Sam waddled her way out of the dressing room, flushed and huffing, and pleased with the find. “What do you think?” she said, smiling at Scott.

His eyes widened as he took in her form, a smile curling his lips, before it dropped for a moment. “It looks great, Sam. But…” His eyes trailed down, over her belly, then lower.

Sam looked down at herself, but could see nothing past the hugely swollen mass of her girth. She turned to a mirror, her face falling as she saw the problem.

As usual, her udder was bulging out beneath the hem of the short, tight dress.

“Mmmm,” she hummed in displeasure, ignoring Scott as she waddled back into the dressing room.

Her swollen abdomen heaved as she struggled her way into a new outfit, feeling breathless from every inconvenient maneuver it necessitated. This one was a strapless sweetheart dress, also short, though this time she pulled on a piece of oversized hosiery to support her udder. It hugged the mass snugly, bordering on uncomfortable.

When she came out of the stall, Scott marveled. “Gorgeous,” he breathed.

“Mmmmm,” Sam thanked him. Then she paused and tried again. “Mmm…mooo.” She reddened and frowned to herself. “Mmm, thanks,” she finally managed, before turning to the mirror.

She could feel her breasts aching, filling, swelling by the moment, as the neckline of the dress accordingly strained. Panting slightly, she did her best to contain it. She scrutinized her appearance, at the way her upper breasts bubbled heavily over the neckline, practically popping free. The lower pair was framed perfectly beneath it, bulging heavily against the stretching dress material, yet somehow making the attire look gorgeous and sexy rather than odd and misshapen against the unusual layout of her body.

After that, she tried on various tops and skirts, but the skirts barely contained her, and most of the tops were rendered belly shirts and tube tops—even the biggest ones she found. One pulled down as far as her navel, which was a minor victory, she supposed.

Scott wrapped his arms around her from behind—at least he attempted to. He settled his hands on her bloated flanks, her belly so massive it was wider than the rest of her, navel jabbing against the mirror as she repetitively forgot about the profound reach of her body. She cupped it with him, watching it rise and fall, giving a disgruntled, “mmoooo,” as her milk finally broke free, seeping into the top.

“Have you considered trying a maternity store?” said Scott delicately, running his fingers along her exposed flesh.

Sam fidgeted. “I’mmm not wearing any of those…mmm…shapeless dresses. I’d feel like I’mmm wearing a circus tent.”

Scott shrugged. She liked the feel of his body against hers, harder than she remembered, his package soft yet creating a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans, pressing into her. Honestly, he had gotten massive lately. She shivered at the thought of him hard now.

He was also developing two knots atop his head, on either side. They felt stiff, and intrusive. Scott said bone spurs ran in his family. She didn’t know, but she tried not to worry about it too much.

Weary though she was, Sam tried on a body suit that was of a thin translucent material, and felt like a second skin. She wasn’t too sure about it until she saw the way Scott gawked at her, and added it to her top picks.

Finally, a cargo dress that she didn’t like it all. Anything that wasn’t tight just made her look unpleasantly amorphous. Scott cupped her breasts where the material hugged into her. He didn’t seem opposed to anything she put on.

“Moooo,” Sam attempted to further her point, before reddening and grimacing. What was happening to her speech?

“You’re adorable,” Scott sighed contently.

She sent him a glare, before shrugging to herself, and pulling him into the dressing room.

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