Drinks II

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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Tina went home from work under claims that she was sick, and she called out the following day as well. She had her doctor’s appointment after all.

But when Tina got home and checked her messages, she was alarmed to find that her appointment had been cancelled—apparently the building was having plumbing issues. Tina called the doctor’s office and desperately tried to reschedule, but there were no additional openings for that week. She even tried calling other offices in the area, but no one was willing to see a new patient on such short notice.

Tina plopped down in her armchair, her huge belly perched in her lap, heaving eerily. She stared at it.

Of course there was the option of going to the hospital, but Tina wasn’t too sure about that. It would entail admitting that there was something truly wrong with her. And that perhaps she shouldn’t have drank the mysterious green beverage after all.

Heaving herself up was a bit of an ordeal, considering the momentous size of her belly. Once she managed, she was flushed, panting, and sweaty. She pulled on a thin cotton night gown her sister had left over—Tina’s older sister had always had weight issues, and Tina figured it might be a fit for her now.

Unfortunately, it was not. The gown was stretched at its seams, taut to transparency. The fabric hugged into her, but it was so thin, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Tina waddled to her bed and eased herself down. She watched her huge breasts jiggle with her panting breaths. She grimaced and arched at a sudden sensation of tension in her nipples. They felt as though they were growing erect—but worse. They felt as though they were squeezing, pushing, inching forward as though to tunnel through the fabric of her gown. Panting heavily, Tina looked down at herself, stunned by how swollen her nipples had gotten to be. They had gone from looking like coke caps to large, fat marbles. Dizzied from the ongoing developments, Tina eased herself back and promptly fell asleep.

Friday was the day of a work function—in fact the most important one of the year. That morning, Tina repetitively tried to cancel. Her hips had softened, thickened, and gotten almost abnormally wide. Her gait had descended to the most awkward wobble imaginable. Her nipples had continued to distend, inching forward, and now the thickness of nickels. She had tried to diet, but it seemed to have no impact on her continuous growth.

“You can’t miss this one Tina,” her colleague, Brad, said on the other line. “We’ve been planning this for months. If you do…gosh, I fear you might be out of a job.”

That decided it.

Tina ordered a rush delivery on a dress. Maternity, the largest size option they had, customized with extra elasticity. Even then, it still proved a tight fit.

It was a spaghetti-strapped, body-hugging, knee-length number, which blatantly exposed her beach ball of a belly, the mound wider than she was, and incredibly heavy on her ridiculously wide hips.

It was a struggle not to stagger with the awkwardness of it all, her hands continuously clutching her mound, though often wanting to steady her wobbling volleyball-sized breasts which could no longer be accommodated by a bra.

Her ass stuck out behind her like two basketballs stuffed together in her dress. It bobbed horribly, but on the bright side, at least seemed to help counterbalance the weight of her belly.

She had no hope of driving, and barely managed to cram her massive body into an extra-large cab. Her dress straps strained, and her breasts threatened to pop out of the low V-neck at any moment.

Her body jiggled relentlessly as her feeble legs struggled to support it, and every move, every twist and turn, left her, for some reason, unbelievably horny.

Her thighs quivered. Her nipples were two inches long by then, sticking out obscenely in the stretched fabric, and the sensation of them rubbing freely against the cotton had her loins tingling and seeping into the XXXXL thong she’d squeezed into.

She panted heavily as she tried to mingle, her belly stuffed with pressure, feeling as though it was rolling forward. She tried not to move around too much, fearing she might collapse. As clients gawked at her with looks of horror, she tried her best to smile and beckon them over to discuss their accounts.

One caved.

“I didn’t know you were…expecting,” said Mrs. Cedar awkwardly as she gazed at Tina’s gargantuan belly, heaving and pulsating visibly.

“Oh, I’m not,” said Tina, quivering slightly, a hand sliding to her hip as it strained yet more. Her belly was pushing harder into the dress, her ass swelling behind her, as the hem inched up, and her cleavage bulged more heavily against the failing neckline. Tina did her best to tug the various parts of the dress material back into place.