Competitive VIII
Added 2019-08-31 03:29:56 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for That-Other-Guy.
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The three pregnant friends waddled slowly towards their gate, each of their swollen bellies now gently swinging back and forth with every step they took.
The intensity of their growth spurts had gradually dwindled, up until the point that they reached the podium just as the airline made the first boarding call.
James was damn thankful that Edward had had the sense to book them in business class, where they would have wider seats, an abundance of leg room, and could even recline back a good deal. They were collectively looking forward to sleeping off the gluttonous eating binge, and hopefully their writhing babies would join in for a well-needed nap.
Edward was still the largest of the trio, and still leading in terms of ass and tit size. He looked overdue with triplets and was positively blowing up. Sometimes Edward would throw James a smirk, and James would catch himself staring. Each time he would blush and look away, and he noticed that Tim seemed to be ogling Edward as well.
They just couldnt help themselves. They wanted to watch Edwards pump mounds bob and jiggle as he led the way. James couldnt believe how horny he was, and he couldnt stop thinking about the sight of Edward hammering into Tims pregnant form the previous night, and the way Tim had blown up in consequence, looking like he might pop.
At present, Tim wasnt far behind Edward in terms of belly-size, and he was even beginning to catch up everywhere else. It was almost like they were still competing.
This just left James, who felt oddly bereft as he gazed at his two swollen friends. He didnt know why, but he wanted more. He rubbed his palms into his packed, tight gut, and couldnt help imagining himself blowing up with even more babies.
And he wanted to pack more babies into his two friends. He wanted release. He wanted to see what his seed would do to them, how much they would swell, how big they would get, how many babies he could stuff into their already over-packed bellies. He wanted to stuff them to capacity, and then further.
James wiped some sweat from his brow, a little embarrassed by his train of thoughts.
A red-headed stewardess stood at the podium smiling pleasantly, though looking slightly flustered. Her name tag said Starla, and she was heavily pregnant, in fact, looking as though she might drop at any moment. Her tight uniform hugged every curve and crevice of her fecund body.
Starla smiled and gave them a sympathetic look as she scanned their ticket stubs. She rested her free hand atop the huge swell of her stomach, which was absolutely huge. Though, admittedly, it still paled in comparison to even James packed mound.
The three friends thanked her breathlessly, and made the slow waddle for the plane, holding up the line with their sluggishness, but too fatigued to really care at that point. When the trio finally made it to their seats, they cupped their mounds and eased themselves down, breathless and sweaty, and just grateful to be off their feet.
They sat three-abreast, and Tim wouldnt shut up about how relieved he was to get an aisle seat.
Their bellies gurgled audibly from their huge feast, and James raging hard-on had sprung back to attention, perhaps enjoying all the pressure against it. It jabbed against the underside of his gut.
By the awkward way Tim and Edward were shifting and blushing, James could tell that they were hard as well.
James supposed, that at least the erection helped him contain his need to urinate, which seemed to be continual lately, what with his babies sitting hard on his bladder and prostate.
He sighed, and fidgeted, and continued to kneed his palms into his belly as he waited for boarding to complete. The other occasional pregnant passenger would waddle down the aisle, throwing the trio a sympathetic look, which was odd, but still rather nice.
Finally, it was announced that boarding was completed. The pregnant friends watched as Starla waddled slowly onto the plane, then the door was latched closed behind her.
