Hitting It Big, Part 3

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Summary: Ruth has a massive pregnancy fetish, to the point that she fantasizes daily about becoming a mindless breeding cow, getting increasingly more pregnant and giving birth to endlessly more babies. Given her career choice as the local college’s librarian, she (just barely) manages to keep it as just a fantasy, mainly due to her financial situation. However, when she inexplicably wins hundreds of millions in the lottery, she decides to finally make her fantasy a reality. Idea submitted by Zork27 on SubscribeStar.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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When Ruth studied her reflection in the mirror the next day, she was truly astounded. Somehow she had come to look as if she was already nine months pregnant!

It didn’t seem possible. It had only been a few days since his whole thing had started.

All the same, she was ecstatic. She rubbed her swell delightedly, massaging it with creams and oils every chance she got. She ate as much as she could, wanting to make herself as big as possible.

Not only had her belly grown, but so had her breasts. The mounds had been modest B-cups, but Ruth could tell that they had expanded at least a cup size, if just by the way all her bras were too tight now, her breasts overflowing the cups as they pinched into her flesh.

She sighed in pleasure, again cupping her belly. She looked so fertile and feminine, so full and maternal. She looked as though she could give birth any day, maybe any moment. There would be no hardship showing this off. Everyone would notice her condition, their eyes drawn to the globe.

Little of Ruth’s clothing could fit her anymore, so she decided that she might as well use some of the money she had won. She took a drive, but not to the maternity store in town. Ruth did not want to look dowdy in loose, amorphous attire. Instead she strolled right into a popular outlet at the mall. Employees gave her odd looks as she picked out fashionable shirts, dresses, tank tops, miniskirts, and more.

Ruth tried on a few of the pieces in the fitting rooms. She knew that people would think she was crazy, but she didn’t care, she wanted to show off. Her belly button was protruding outward in a testament of how so very packed she had become.

Ruth turned to her side, gazing at the way her abdomen bulged nakedly out beneath a crop shirt that covered her chest and shoulders but nothing more. She paired it with a miniskirt, grinning at how truly absurd the look was. It was certain to get attention. Most pregnant women refused to flaunt their bellies, instead hiding it beneath frumpy clothes, as though it was a source of shame to them.

Ruth shook her head at the notion before she started to change again.

This time she pulled on a minidress with plenty of stretch, the thin material hugging every twist and curve of her body. It had spaghetti straps and a deep neckline. Ruth gasped in delight when she turned to her side to see a perky plump backside she hardly recognized. When had that happened?

As her shopping venture came to a close, she went up to the registers with her cart piled high with clothing.

“Have you found everything you needed today?” inquired a masculine voice. Ruth found herself looking up into a pair of startling green eyes.

“I…think so,” she managed, her groin seeming to pulse and dampen. Something faintly stirred inside of her. She bit her bottom lip as he grinned and scanned her items.

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He was a beast! Ruth cried out when he exploded inside of her, the two of them leaning hard against a shelf. Various supplies and cleaning products tumbled to the floor.

Ruth hardly noticed. She tensed and grunted as her belly tightened, her cheeks flushing a deep red. The discomfort only intensified, pulses of pressure reverberating through her stomach. She gripped onto the shelf for support.

The cashier was still panting as he leaned on her back. “Woah, you okay?” He placed a hand on her sweaty shoulder. He couldn’t see what was going on.

Ruth impulsively reached up to grip his wrist, arching and grunting, struggling to endure the discomfort that was making it difficult to even inhale. “Fuhhh…” she puffed, her belly steadily inching outwards. Her face was scrunched, her hairline pouring sweat. It was just so much pressure.

She struggled and strained, her body expanding to accommodate the new life blooming inside of her.

She nearly collapsed when it ended, but the handsome cashier held her up. He had yet to see what had occurred. With Ruth facing the shelf and the cashier pressed up behind her, it was easy to miss the activity of her belly in the darkness of that little grocery store supply room.

Ruth was gasping for breath, her hands trembling where they gripped the shelf and the guy’s wrist, respectively.

“Oh god,” she choked. Even through the darkness, she could tell how huge she had gotten. She looked past term. She looked as though she was overdue or carrying multiples. “Oh my god,” she stammered again, feeling dazed as she slowly moved her hands to cup the orb. She felt so stuffed, just packed with babies.

This was better than she could have hoped. Somehow she had never thought that she could come to look this far along. As the cashier stepped back, she turned to face him. He tugged from a string dangling from a lamp on the ceiling, the small space suddenly illuminated. Then he just gaped at her.

Ruth’s belly rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her breasts jiggling somewhat. “I um…I should go,” she managed.

The cashiers jaw was hanging. He was at a loss for words.

Ruth awkwardly reached out to grab her shirt, which was hanging off the top of a broom leaning on the wall. Snapping out of his reverie, the cashier started to hurriedly pull his own clothing on.

After Ruth got into her shirt, she smiled at the way her belly protruded out from the bottom of it. She looked so damn cute with her round bump.

The cashier fled just as she had managed to tug on her shorts, the backside feeling incredibly tight on her. She tried to close the button under her swell, but it didn’t even come close to connecting.

She gave up with a sigh, leaving her fly open. So wearing just her T-shirt-turned-crop-top and jeans shorts, she made her way out of the little supply room. Her waddle was surprisingly pronounced now, and she found herself cupping the underside of her belly, struggling to acclimate to its increasing weight in front of her. She was just so huge. She panted as she moved, her shirt tight on her breasts which seemed rounder than ever, her swollen nipples bulging hard against the thin material.

She was just about to exit the store when a familiar voice made her freeze in her tracks.

“Ruthie?”

Ruth was hardly breathing. She slowly revolved in place and found herself face-to-face with her parents.

Both of their jaws dropped.

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They took her out to lunch.

“We’re just a little — concerned,” said her mother, to put things mildly.

Ruth was busily munching on her second bowl of pasta. Occasionally she would give a nod of acknowledgment or attempt to look ashamed and apologetic. But mostly, she just munched away. Her appetite had absolutely skyrocketed in recent days.

Ruth paused, her face contorting as her belly gurgled, then she felt a faint pressure, and a subtle tightening. Her cheeks flushed. She rubbed the side of her swell, wondering she was still growing a little.

“Is everything okay?” asked her father.

Ruth absently rolled her hips a bit, grinding into the hard seat beneath her. She felt hot and aroused, and she blamed the pregnancy. Her tingling groin was yearning for a hard fucking. But she knew she was already pushing things with the pregnancy. She had gotten so damn big already.

And so she sat there, fidgeting.

“We — we had no idea,” said her mother.

“Sorry,” Ruth blurted, her thighs rubbing together as she compulsively glanced around. “I just didn’t know how to tell you. And then one day I just started really showing. It was so sudden.” To say the least.

“Who’s the father?” They wanted to know.

“Um…” said Ruth. “He’s not in the picture.”

They continued to frown at her.

“You look like you could be having this baby any moment,” said her mother, motioning to Ruth’s huge abdomen, her brows furrowed. “You’re just so big. Are you having twins or something?”

Ruth blushed. God, her clit was positively throbbing. She tried to breathe evenly, maintaining a neutral expression.

“And why are you dressed like that?” said her father. “Don’t tell me you can’t afford any proper maternity clothes?”

Ruth again glanced around, but unintentionally caught eyes with someone familiar. It took her a moment to recognize him, after which she stiffened. And to her dismay, he had noticed her looking, his face filling with recognition. His jaw dropped as he registered her condition.

It was one of the guys she had hooked up with early on. Before she had even started showing. Ruth didn’t remember his name, but she knew he was one of the grad students at the college.

To her dismay, he started approaching, navigating his way through the busy restaurant, around tables and customers, as he made his way towards her.

Fuck! Ruth thought. “I have to go.”

“What?” Her mother blinked at her in confusion.

Ruth quickly rummaged in her purse, pulling out several hundred-dollar bills. She slapped them onto the table, then heaved herself up with more effort than it had ever taken before.

“Ruth!” her dad protested.

But Ruth was already waddling away, struggling through waiters and customers, even knocking something down, but she didn’t look back to see what had broken. Her clothes felt even more ill-fitting than before. She adjusted her top just before a nipple could be exposed.

She could feel her parents staring after her as she hurried out of the establishment.

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Ruth’s shopping haul was not likely to go over well at the workplace.

In consequence, she hired a seamstress to put together a full professional wardrobe for her.

Again, she declined to frequent a maternity store, wrinkling her nose just at the thought of the large, shapeless attire she would see pregnant women wearing around the city.

The seamstress proved competent. She was entirely receptive to Ruth’s requests for particularly fitted clothing that hugged her form and followed the contours of her swollen body. There was not to be any loose areas or bagginess.

On Monday morning, Ruth sat behind her desk at the library, her mind swimming around the memories of the various growth spurts she had experienced over the past several days. She felt heavy, lethargic, and honestly stuffed. She sank deeper in her chair, her hands cupping her tight clothes as she moaned, her eyelids steadily sinking.

“Ruth,” said Barbara as she walked over. “Can you help this customer? He’s looking for a very specific text, and I think you’re more familiar with 18th-century literature.” As she spoke, Barbara motioned to a customer standing a few yards away from them.

Ruth blinked several times. “Sure,” she said, even though she didn’t want to move an inch. Nevertheless, she did her best to straighten up in her seat. She braced her hands on the desk top, and heaved herself to her feet.

Barbara fell back two steps at the sudden emergence of Ruth’s huge belly. Her lips parted as she stared and mouthed something wordlessly.

“Ughhh…” Ruth’s abdomen puffed out and in as she tried to catch her breath. She was dressed in a white blouse and leggings, both of which hugged her body snugly. She looked down at her profound swell. There were small gaps forming between the shirt buttons though they hadn’t been that morning. “Eughh… I think…they’re growing…” She moaned, cupping her flanks as she waddled out from behind her desk.

Barbara stepped back to give her space, continuing to gawk. She had no idea how Ruth’s condition was progressing so rapidly and seemed afraid to ask.

Paying her no mind, Ruth went about with assisting the customer.

I’m doing a service to the world, Ruth rationalized, trying to distract herself from her now-chronic horniness. Urban populations were plummeting. She was independently providing the planet with numerous babies. Ruth waddled on along the shelves.

Admittedly, she had probably overdone it. Her body was straining. She was exhausted and dazed, her belly feeling like an overstuffed balloon some days.

Deep in the shelves, she finally found the book, and handed it off to the customer. He gave an awkward, but grateful, smile, and shuffled away.

Ruth sighed. Just before she could take her leave, she met the gaze of a man farther down the dark aisle.

His eyes darkened and leered, drinking in her fertile body.

Ruth’s breath caught in her throat.

Oh yes. She was done for.

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