As soon as the t-shirt was pulled down over the baby, the Eject button came up black. Jim took this as a cue, and pushed it gently.
Sharon got a confused look on her face, then a little panicky, as the t-shirt got suddenly more crowded. Not one but two flailing infants were now contained within the t-shirt, rubbing against one another and bumping into the bottoms of Sharon's mammoth breasts. It was quite a handful, and Sharon was afraid she'd drop one or both of the babies.
Jim, thinking fast, pushed the Eject (Inject?) button again. All at once, Sharon took in what sounded like an enormous breath, he chest rising sharply and her leaning back suddenly. Then, just as suddenly, her belly rose up against her t-shirt, stretching it larger than Sharon thought possible. She was pregnant. With her own ch1ld, and with her roommate's as well. She struggled for breath, as the added weight on her diaphragm was intense.
Stacy had leaned forward, her jaw dropped. "Holy crap! You did it!" she exclaimed, rubbing her belly with one hand and absentmindedly pinched at her engorged nipple with the other. Had Jim been paying attention, he'd have been dumbstruck.
"Sharon, are you all right?" he asked, leaning against Sharon's enormous bulging frame.
Jim had no idea how she got the strength, but Sharon managed to push herself forward, knocking Jim back on the couch, and then continue forward and straddle him. Startled at the sudden change of position, Jim found himself pinned beneath Sharon's bulging frame. The look in her eyes was intense- she was 'hungry'! She emphasized this by gyrating her hips against his, an impossible feat considering the bulge in her belly.
"I just orgasmed," Sharon whispered between breaths, "The biggest orgasm I've ever felt. I need you Jim. I need you NOW!"
Jim stammered, "But, Stacy-!"
Stacy piped in, "Don't worry about me, loverboy. I'll come get my boy when you're all done." She was rubbing low in her belly, feeling the emptiness she didn't know existed before. Then she added, "Sharon, are you going to be using the shirt?"
Sharon's response was to grab the t-shirt and pull it off of her, over her mammoth mams, over her head, with one clean motion. She tossed it to Stacy, then wiggled back and did her best to stand. It was difficult, with a belly that stood more than two feet in front of her. She could feel the babies jostling about, running into each other and pressing against her insides. It was electrifying.
As Jim was standing up, Stacy reached out and grabbed his hand, and cupped it against her breast. The Fast Forward symbol flashed green. "Why do it yourself when there's boymeat nearby?" she mused. Sharon either didn't mind, or didn't notice, as she was half-waddling, half-draggin Jim down the hall.
Was he in heaven? Or a hell he had no concept of? Only time would tell.
Mon Dec 31 08:38:37 2007