Kira's Pudgy Pregnancy (Part 1)

This is an ongoing and absolutely massive comm for the truly excellent and talented SlimeyJayStudio on DA. His character, Kira, is a slimegirl and is desperate to get pregnant so she strikes a deal with her boyfriend, Ryker. This charts the first couple chapters of the story. More will be added as time goes on :). Excited to see what you all think!

--- Dinner Date. . .And Destiny? ---

The moon was high overhead as Kira and Ryker finished their meal. The two sat, pleasantly enjoying their meal as the sounds of the ocean drifted below them. Waves would rush below them, gently pulling back out so that the next wave could rush in. There was a light breeze, strong enough to tousle both of their hair. Kira had long, flowing brown hair while Ryker’s was deep blue and shaggy. Every so often a particularly strong gust of wind would pick up and toss Kira’s hair, she would gasp at first and then fall to girlish giggles. She couldn’t help but feel a little giddy that evening. Ryker, as always, had outdone himself. Not only had they gotten reservations at the best restaurant in town, he had also gotten them the best seat. She could not imagine what he had gone through to get the reservation, though she had to imagine that some combination of begging, threatening and bribing had taken place. She forked in another bite of exotic seafood, some freshly caught monster of the deep, and smiled at him. He had done his job in getting the reservation, so it was her job to enjoy the night to its fullest capacity. It was not hard to do.

Looking out over the railing beside their table, one could see the lights of the city fade off into the sea. While the town’s light burnt brightly, the collection of many fires and lamps, it inevitably faded into softest moonlight. The waves rolled under the light of the town and moon, rising up to large swells and crashing upon the beach. Kira could only look out at the sea for so long. The unconquerable, unknowable sea pulled at her heart in strange ways. She would take sheepish glances, before turning back to her food and Ryker. It was fitting that he had chosen this place to dine. He had practically the same effect as the ocean upon her. She loved him deeply. He was caring but strong. She had been worried that he might have trouble loving her, being a slime girl and all, but he had been nothing but loving. She had feelings well up in her that she had never felt so strongly. Feelings that pushed her every moment of every day to confess something to him. She had thus far resisted, afraid of what he might say or that he would reject her. Yet, watching him take a bite of a roll, his blue hair framed against the ocean, she knew she couldn’t resist any longer.

“Ryker. . .” Kira began. He looked up from his food for a second, cheeks just a little full from the roll. His eyes were full and of a deep blue color. He said nothing, but cocked his head; registering the change in her demeanor. Kira sucked in air, flapping her hands a little as she searched for the proper words. She couldn’t think of how to say what was on her mind. Worse, she couldn’t find a way to get it off her heart and onto her tongue. Ryker swallowed, taking another bite of food. He was curious as to what his girlfriend was going to say. He tried to be ready for anything. Finally, Kira counted down from 3 in her head and just shot the words out. “. . .get me pregnant!” Her eyes closed out of social anxiety, she shot the words out and across the table at her boyfriend. Ryker realized, as he began to choke on his roll, that he had absolutely not been ready for what his girlfriend was going to say.

“Kuh-Kira! Wha. . .What? How?” Ryker spluttered the words out, trying to figure out if he should spit out or swallow the roll in his mouth. Kira gasped, rushing out of her seat and over to her boyfriend. In a whirl of purple fabric, she was at his side. Unsure how to care for him, she alternated between hitting his back with flimsy, ineffectual pats and hugging him. The blue haired man rocked back and forth. While he was lightly choking and reeling from Kira’s question, Ryker couldn’t help but think to himself how much he loved being physically close to Kira. Her skin was so soft and perfect, owing to her slime heritage. Kira had a mixture of human and slime biology, though she might have trended just a bit more towards the slimy side. Ryker coughed a couple more times, finally dislodging the roll from his throat. “Oh, well, jeeze. I’m not sure about that one, Kira. Isn’t it a bit sudden.” He looked at her. She was kneeling, one soft arm around his back and the other grasping his hand. Her eyes were a vibrant green, shining in the light of the moon. Looking at her, Ryker realized that, while it was sudden, he might end up caving to her desire.

“I know, I know. . .but I just want this so badly.” She put a hand to her soft tummy. Kira, though thin, always verged on slightly chubby. She was never more than a few good meals away from drifting into being obviously fat. “I’m a slime princess. . .queen really. . .and I just know it’s time!” Kira looked at him, eyes soft with innocence, care, and love. “It’s my job as queen to repopulate the slimes. And you’re the one I want to do it with.” She hugged him, needing to be as close as possible as she made her play. “I’d do anything, Ryker. You wouldn’t have to worry about the children at all. They’d be slimes. . .just like Orey!” Kira continued, referencing her most treasured slime companion. The little slime had been asked to stay back at their room, just while Ryker and Kira had their alone time. “Ok-ok-ok. . .what if I let you do that one thing we always talked about? I’ll be pregnant anyway, I might even enjoy it!” Kira was unsure of how to stop talking. She couldn’t stop putting her feelings out into the world, hoping that Ryker would take her offer. He ended up being the one to stop her talking.

“Hey. . .” Ryker slowly pulled Kira up and onto his lap. She hugged him tightly, feeling vulnerable. She stroked her long, brown hair. Staring out at the vast and unknown sea, Ryker thought for a moment. Wave after wave broke upon the shore. Lights were beginning to dim in town, families comfortably resting in their homes. There was a sense of warmth that he could feel, though not physically. “Let’s do it.” He said, pushing her away just enough so he could look her in the eyes. It wasn’t hard to come to his conclusion. “I love you, Kira.” He said before kissing her. The two embraced. Kira couldn’t help but cry a little, overcome with the emotions of the moment. The two were beyond happy, to a point of speechlessness. Ryker had to be the one that broke it though. “But I’m definitely taking you up on your offer.” He kissed her forehead as she laughed and giggled.

“Oh gosh, I’m going to get super fat. . .aren’t I?”

“Absolutely!”

--- Later, in Their Bedroom ---

“Ryyyyykkkkeeer!” Kira called, patting her tummy. “You had better be bringing me some more ice cream.” Kira put her two hands to her stomach, pushing it up and down. It was just starting to get full enough with food to be round and visible. For all the world she wished that she was pregnant already. Every fiber of her being pulled at the idea. Yet, for the moment, she was happy enough to pretend that her food baby was an actual bump. “You aren’t allowed to be gone from bed this long, unless you are getting me food!” She called again. Ryker was under the strictest of orders, a fun and sensual tyranny. His job, this night and every other, was to get Kira pregnant. It was her one point of demand. They were to stay in bed and blissfully enjoy each other until the deed was done. They took breaks only to feed and rehydrate. Kira especially. That had been Ryker’s only condition, his point of sensual tyranny. He wanted his girlfriend to have the mass of a slime queen, a soft and pudgy mass. She had been more than happy to oblige.

“The bed's getting cold, I need my big, strong boyfriend to warm it up again!” She called, rolling onto her stomach and kicking her slim legs into her round butt. Kira had slipped back into her purple, skimpy panties for the time being. Since she was doing a little eating, she didn’t mind having some clothes on. The room was lit by a little fire as well as some romantic candles spread around the room; the flames of both dancing because of the open window. Kira hummed to herself as she waited, energy coursing through her body. She had never known that she could be so happy.

“Okay, my queen, what do you desire first?” Ryker said as he appeared in the doorway. He wore no shirt, exposing his lithe yet muscular body. “Ice cream?” He held the bowl out to the left. “Or ice cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles?” He laughed a little as he put the other bowl out to the right. Balancing the sugary treats, he walked into the room and kicked the door closed. He drank in Kira’s body with his eyes. She had a body that was meant for decadence. Soft and feminine, she had the kind of body that invited hugs and light squeezes. Nothing too rough but instead playful and teasing. Ryker especially watched as her little ankles kicked the back of her butt, her cheeks jiggled with the little pats from her feet. Ryker almost shivered, thinking about how she looked now. . .and how she would look in another couple months. His mind was thrilled at the possibilities and his body was eager to enact the necessary duties to fulfill them.

Ryker had recovered from the shock of her request earlier that evening. The more he had thought about it, the more amenable he was. He and Kira had been dating for a long while now, reaching the point where it was high time to take their relationship to the next level. While the blue haired man had envisioned something else, buying a home or adopting a pet, he supposed that this wasn’t so far of a step forward. Kira wanted this so badly. She longed to feel and grow life within her, as well as to use that experience to grow even closer to him. How could he resist? Besides, he got his own little wish out of it. He had longed to feed Kira. There was something about her body that spoke to him in a way that he barely understood. Whenever he held her his mind filled with images and suggestions of a larger, rounder Kira. He had mentioned it once. She had merely giggled and said “Ryker! I would have never imagined you to be one of those guys.” He had been bashful about it, but she had quickly reassured him. At the time, she had whispered to him: “Don’t worry, there’s a time and place for everything. Just you wait!” At the time, Ryker had been confused and unsure of what she meant but he had waited all the same. Kira had not mentioned anything further Ryker had put in his waiting time and was about to be richly rewarded.

“Hmmmm. . .” Kira put a dainty finger to her lips as she thought. She glanced from one bowl to the other, surveying everything in between. “I kinda think I want whatever is going on between those bowls!” she said, beaming. The thought of Ryker caressing her as he laid her down into the bed flooded her mind. He would pull off her bra, slip her panties down past her thighs and. . . the thought was simply too much for the pure girl to bear. All the same, she sat herself up, crossing her shapely legs in anticipation of the food she was going to eat. She remembered when Ryker first expressed his desire to her, wanting to feed and fatten her. It had taken every ounce of her not to admit that was one of her constant fantasies. Perhaps it was inappropriate for a royal lady to say, but she had intense dreams of being fattened and impregnated. She wanted to be huge, though with the right man supporting her. “What do you think about that?!” She asked, smiling wider than ever.

“I think you gotta get through these two bowls to get to the real treasure!” Ryker tried to gyrate his hips a bit to prove his point, but his dance ended when he almost lost control of one of the ice cream bowls. He had to dip and wiggle to keep the bowl balanced on his hand. In the end, Kira had to save him. She looped an arm around his, helping to steady the wayward bowl. Lightly, she took it from him. It was a hearty bowl, almost worth two regular bowls. Inside was vanilla ice cream, slathered in chocolate sauce and sprinkles. It was a bright, colorful snack. One that Kira was happy to devour. Without saying anything, she skipped back to the bed and seated herself on the edge. She held her legs together, pointing them at an angle away from the edge of the bed. She looked like a lady of the court, simply resting for a painting to be made of her. Even when she began to take big spoonfuls of the sweet cream, she lost none of her beauty. She chewed each bite thoughtfully. She stuffed herself quickly, Ryker marveling how fast she could put away food. Slime biology was truly an amazing thing to witness. By the time the first bowl was done, Kira’s belly was resting in her lap.

“Ooookkaaaaayyy, that’s bowl number one!” Kira leaned forward, shaking her shoulders back and forth. Her breasts bounced pleasantly and Ryker felt a stirring in his mind, lewd thoughts invading with ferocious strength. Ryker was so dumbfounded that he forgot that he was holding the other bowl. “I believe that I have another to work through? Or were you feeling a little peckish?” Kira’s soft, sweet voice was the only thing powerful enough to break through Ryker’s running imagination. Shaking his head, he approached with the bowl. He offered it to her, but she refused and put a hand to push it back towards him. “I think I earned a little feeding.” She opened her mouth, laughing a little. Still waiting for Ryker seconds later, she pointed to her open mouth. The poor, lovestruck man got with the program after that. He gingerly lifted a spoonful to her mouth, which she accepted quickly. Another followed, with a third close behind. Kira ate and ate, taking more of the sweet and sugary and fattening meal into her mouth and body. Her stomach puffed out further and she took little breaks to play with it. Ryker couldn’t tell if she was imagining her pregnancy or was simply enjoying having a bit of tummy heft. All the same, he was happy to encourage it.

Nothing lasts forever, and soon the bowl of ice cream was safely deposited in Kira’s belly. Without waiting, the two embraced and kissed passionately. Kira scooted back on the large bed, with Ryker chasing after to maintain the succulent liplock. Just as the two had imagined, Kira’s bra and panties slid off with practiced ease. Ryker tossed them both gently aside, enjoying the feel of Kira’s bare breasts against his chest. What was a surprise was the ease with which Kira pulled off Ryker’s boxers. Ryker had imagined that the pure hearted girl might have a little trouble with such an overt gesture, but her desires granted her confidence and steady hands. Freed from the shackles of their clothing, the two were free to know each other intimately.  Ryker pushed his body close, his cock hard and ready. Kira shrugged away at first, demurely holding onto her purity. She gasped a little as he laid her down flat on the bed, his arms on either side of her head. She was surprised, but did not hate what was happening. Rather, despite her momentary shyness, she felt herself getting wet between her thighs. She gasped again as he entered her, surprised at the feeling of her boyfriend’s cock.

Those were the last truly intelligible thoughts that Kira had. From there it was waves of pleasure, radiating from between her thighs but traveling over her body. Ryker pumped and she gyrated, the two slowly getting in sync with each other. Kira grasped his arms for support and Ryker bent down to kiss her forehead. He was strong and willful, but not brutish. Kira switched from panting openly to biting her lip, burying her ecstasy only for it to explode out moments later. Her breasts and belly jiggled. When Ryker would dip low, his abs would press harder against her stuffed tummy, making her wince in pain. She was so stuffed, filled with dinner and every snack thereafter. While her slime biology allowed for nice quick digestion, no one could process all that food so quickly. So, rather, Kira enjoyed the feeling of her food-baby being pushed and shoved. The pain from her stuffing coalesced with the pleasure of sex, forming some emotional vortex that she couldn’t hope to name. “Ry. . .aaaahhh. . .Ryker!” She called, using one hand to stroke his face. He pumped harder, his cock working against the wetness of her pussy.

Kira had always desired sex for the pure purpose of making babies. She had always seen it as a means to an end. Yet, now, she realized that sex might be an end in itself. Her back arched, allowing Ryker to hold her closer. She wasn’t sure when they changed positions, her straddling him and he continuing to pump; yet she loved it all the same. She imagined herself as the beach, with Ryker’s gyrations as the waves. Kira grasped her breasts, feeling how tight her nipples had gotten out of pure excitement. A deep part of her wished her breasts were bigger, she wanted something to grasp on her body as Ryker made love to her. The thoughts drifted away as Ryker put her to the bed again. He was working more intently now, clearly coming to the climax. His cock plunged in and out with vigor, Kira able to do little more than gasp and writhe underneath him. She felt her own body tensing, a pressure building deep within her. “Make. . make me. . .aaahh. . .pregnaaaannnttt!” She finally cried as the both climaxed together.

The pair collapsed, panting and sweaty from their extensive romp. Kira draped herself halfway over Ryker, her slim leg brushing against his still-hard member. For minutes, the two couldn’t say anything; caught up in post-coital bliss. The world was rosy-tinted. They heard the fluttering of the drapes and noise of the waves beyond. Kira sighed contentedly. It felt good, amazing even to take this step. Whether or not she was pregnant yet was immaterial. She was on the path towards her dream, with Ryker in tow. The two breathed, slowly collecting themselves. “Pretty good?” Ryker was the first to speak, facing the doubt that all men face in the aftermath of copulation.

Rather than answer immediately with words, Kira rolled on top of Ryker. She winced for a moment, feeling her stuffed belly press hard against his frame. Her smooth, pale body pressed against his own like a key fitting a lock or the last piece being placed into a puzzle. “Yes! You were amazing.” She smiled, her long hair draping over both of them and forming a secluded veil of sorts. They could do nothing but stare into each other’s eyes. “But you have your work cut out, mister. I’m not getting pregnant off of just one go.” She kissed his nose and began to wiggle her hips, stirring his nethers to life again.

Ryker sighed, knowing that his work was far from over tonight. . .and likely over the next couple weeks. He looked forward to his new duties, worried only that she might have more stamina than him. Though, those were questions better left for the morning. Now it was time to please his slimy lover.

--- Shopping Too Soon? ---

Kira strolled down the sunny streets of the city. The day was in full swing, with people going about their business. Kira herself had decided to give Ryker a break and take some time for herself. The two had hardly left the house over the past weeks, trying desperately to fulfill Kira’s wish. Kira had to admit to herself that she did not know much about the mechanics of fertility and pregnancy. While she fantasized about it, she did not really understand how to influence the odds. To her, it was simply a matter of rolling the dice as many times as possible until it was obvious that she was pregnant. This had led to the obvious outcome. Neither Kira nor Ryker had left their house much over the weeks following Kira’s dinner time proclamation. Comparisons to rabbits were apt and possibly conservative in nature when discussing the two’s proclivities. Kira had born it in stride, dutifully and gleefully accepting every bit of sex and lovemaking that had come her way. Yet, even she found that she needed rest every once and a while. Her dream burned hot within her breast, but not to the point where she wanted things to become un-fun or a chore. So, leaving a rather haggard looking Ryker behind, she took to the streets of the city for some shopping. . .and snacking.

“You know. . .mmpgh. . .little buddy. . .oh thanks. . .we might not be able to do this in a month or two.” Kira spoke to the slime nestled between her arms, Orey. He was her closest companion and a dear friend. They had a bond that was too deep to explain, one seeming to know what the other needed without asking. Even as Kira talked, the cream colored slime fed her pretzels covered in chocolate from a bag she had picked up from a merchant. In return, she carried him right over her belly, using two hands. Orey swang back and forth, feeling Kira’s belly roll against his back. She had been getting bigger from all the feedings. It had been Ryker’s trade. For getting Kira pregnant, he was allowed to influence her waistline. Yet, to Kira, it didn’t feel like much of a compromise or a trade. If anything, she rationalized, it was like practice for when she was actually pregnant. She was certainly getting round enough to pretend. Kria’s little belly had been making steady gains, filling out more and more with each day.  Noticeably, it had begun to poke out from between her purple overcoat.

Kira was more than a little in love with her belly, noting how its size, shape, and softness changed between stuffings and over days. Of course, it was not only her belly that had been growing. Kira’s lusty wish, to have more of herself to grasp during sex, had been fulfilled. Her breasts had obviously gone up a size and her butt was starting to strain her pants. Kira had insisted on referring to her derriere as her “mommy-butt” in reference to how her body would be changing upon getting pregnant. “Once I get pregnant. . .mmph. . . I shink you will haf too. . .mmph. . .walk more.” Kira spoke through the food that Orey passed up to her. “Not good for a pregnant woman to be lifting too much!” She smiled down at her slimy friend, eager for a day that would be approaching soon.

“Orey. . .” The slime said, his tone a little dejected. He turned and hugged Kira’s stomach, pressing his own roundness into her fluff.

“Nooo, you didn’t do anything wrong! I would just have to think of my babies.” Kira shifted her grip, turning it into a tight hug to reassure her friend. Orey responded by purring, his vibrations shaking the trace amounts of fat that Kira had put on. The hug lasted for a couple minutes, with Kira slowly shifting back to her original grip. With Orey in her arms and the weight of her belly, she could more easily pretend that she was pregnant. Just for fun, she started to waddle down the street; puffing her cheeks out to complete the picture. Her body jiggled more as she made heavy strides, her breasts bouncing up and down in her bra and loose top. She felt her butt bounce, swaying back and forth with the silly-strides. It was enjoyable, though a little tiring. Perhaps because she had been occupied with more vigorous activities, Kira did not have the stamina that she normally had. She made it a block or two before giving up, letting the air out of her cheeks in a laugh.

“Aaaah, Orey, I just want to be pregnant so baaaaad!!!!” Kira yelled into the air, not caring who heard her. People on the street raised eyebrows, a couple even crossing to the other side. Yet, Kira paid little attention. She was much too in love with her fantasies to stop herself. She had little way of checking to see if she had gotten pregnant. While she had been wanting to buy pregnancy tests by the cartload, but was stopped by another, deeper suggestion in her mind. She sort of just wanted her body to tell her that it was pregnant. She knew the signs well from research and observation of her mother: Tender breasts, morning sickness, and fatigue. Of course, knowing was not the same as experiencing. Kira searched and felt her body daily, yearning to know truly if she was gravid or not. Kira spent her free time away from the bedroom squeezing her belly and breasts, wondering if they were bigger from fat or from a hidden pregnancy. Part of the reason she was out today was because she getting too anxious about searching her body for signs and symptoms. Rather, she would spend the day out in Obai City, pretending in the open air.

“Orey. . .how about you and I go sneak into that maternity store over there!” Kira whispered her thought to her little buddy as if the store wouldn’t allow non-pregnant women in the store. Orey smiled and gave a gooey thumbs up. Kira started to cross the street, still carrying the little slime in her arms. “Oh, do you think it will be weird if I go in and I’m not pregnant? How soon do women buy these clothes?” Kira, good hearted as always, couldn’t help but innocently split hairs over nothing. As much as she wanted to be large with child, she did not want the rest of the city thinking she was a total weirdo. Walking into a pregnancy store as a non-pregnant woman who wasn’t helping anyone was the quickest way to get labeled a weirdo. Of course, her solution to the problem was not exactly the most normal either. “Orey! You have to get under my shirt.” Kira told her slime companion. “Be my. . .belly!” Kira paused to giggle at the idea. She was getting flashbacks to a month ago when Ryker caught her shoving pillows up her shirt. However, Orey was much more compliant with the suggestion than Ryker had been upon his own discovery.

The cream colored slime lifted and snuck under Kira’s shirt. Moving his malleable body, he wrapped his arms around her waist and inflated his own body a bit to look more spherical. He rode right next to Kira’s softened tummy. The slime could see upfront that Kira had been putting on weight. Her stomach wobbled almost as much as his own gelatinous body, while her larger breasts bobbed up and down on his head. Kira, now with the help of her friend, looked almost seven months pregnant; with a bulging belly no less. To complete the picture, as well as make sure her shirt did not rise up and expose Orey, Kira wrapped her arms around her belly. Now she was free to waddle as much as she wanted, making her way into the maternity store. She did her best to resist the impulse to push open the door using Orey. While fun, it was most certainly not what a pregnant woman would do. Though, Kira filed the idea away for later.

“Heeey there!” The shop attendant waved as Kira entered. She was a dark elf, about Kira’s own age. Unlike Kira, she was actually pregnant. She wore a set of overalls that covered what must have been a nine month belly. Above the belly bobbed two enormous, watermelon sized breasts. Kira couldn’t help but be a little jealous, her mind considering how elf women have all the luck in the world. Easy to breed and with bodies that became generously large in all the right places. “I’m Naylaaaa, welcome to Pregger Town! We have all the latest fashions for women bearing speciaaaal burdens! Like, no more needing to put on a tent to go outside.” Nayla spoke with a bubbly accent which seemed to drag out words at random. Kira got the impression that intelligence was not the dark elf’s high point.

“Oh. . .uh. . thank you! Just wanted to see what you all had.” Kira patted her stomach, trying to sell the fact that she was indeed very pregnant. Orey let loose a small chuckle, unable to take so much patting and secrecy. Kira tapped the top of her belly, signaling him to keep cool. She continued talking to Nayla, hoping to cover Orey’s small outburst. “You know it’s so hard shopping after the first trimester!” A bead of sweat formed on the back of her neck as she nervously wondered if Nayla was buying any of it. Rather than try and engage with the store clerk and risk blowing her cover, Kira started to waddle towards the racks of clothing. “I’ll. . .uhhh. . .let you know if we need anything!” She ambled slowly towards the clothing racks, nervously eager to start picking out leggings, shirts, and other cute little outfits to wear in the coming months. Only, she wasn’t alone.

“Oh muh gosh! You are ssssooooo preggers!” Nayla said, slowly waddling her way out from behind the booth. Her own large stomach and breasts rocked back and forth, threatening to slosh out of her white shirt and overalls. Clearly, the woman had no problems with physical space, for she waddled right up to Kira. The two bumped bellies, it was like large ships running into each other. Orey struggled to make his body rigid, trying to mimic what a pregnant woman's belly might feel like. Kira, meanwhile, tried to react like a pregnant woman would. It was a hard thing to simulate feelings and sensations that she wasn’t actually having. However, Nayla certainly was having them. Tears filled the hormonal woman’s eyes. “You must be like. . .8 months at least! And so cute too!” She reached down, trying to angle her belly out of the way in order to reach Kira’s belly. Soon her tanned fingers were grasping and massaging Orey, with Kira making faces according to what she thought a pregnant woman might do. She flexed her acting skills. Her face changed from smiling to nervous to pleased to nervous again. Each attempt at a new expression was met with an anxiety filled glance. She could not believe she hadn’t gotten caught yet.

“Weeel, actually I’m only 6 months. . .heh. . .twins.” Kira mentally kicked herself for trying to upsell her lie.

“No way! That’s like, crazy!” Nayla’s long, painted nails danced on Orey’s head as her bracelets jingled. “Buuuuuut, I got you beat a little. I’m only 4 months in.” Nayla paused her feeling up of Kira to stroke her own belly. . .and breasts. Kira’s jealousy flared up again as she heard the bimbo elf speak. Silently, Kira resolved that when she was hugely pregnant with her army of slimes she would make a return visit to the store. She would show the silly little elf what a slime-queen pregnancy would really look like!

“Oh. . .wow, thats pretty amazing! I can’t imagine what you will look like in another 4 months.” Kira tried to shift away from the store clerk, feeling suddenly inadequate. Yet, Nayla traveled with her. The tanned woman made blithe and giddy conversation, seemingly unable to stop talking. Kira was beginning to see why the shop had so few customers in it. Yet, all the same, she was polite to the woman. The two moved up and down the clothing isles. Nayla would hold up shirts and try to wrap them around Kira in an attempt to get a measurement. Kira would shy away, afraid that any extra contact would reveal Orey and blow their cover. The charade was quickly losing its luster for the slimegirl. Kira was quickly realizing that she did not know as much about pregnancy as she thought she did. Nayla would mention some little phenomenon that all pregnant women went through (apparently) and Kira would have to pretend that she understood as well. It was like pretending to be a fan of some band, but never having listened to a song. Minutes into the game Kira wondered if things could get any worse or more awkward. The jangling of the door proved that it could indeed get worse. . .much worse.

“Helloooo, is anyone here? I’d like to make a return.” The voice was undeniably beautiful and serene, though with stately underpinning to it. The speaker was obviously used to holding positions of authority, but had not let those positions go to her head or inflate her ego. Rather, she sounded loving and secure. Kira knew the voice instantly. It was her mother, Queen Ester. Kira cursed her ill fortune as she felt Orey shiver with anxiety. Ester would obviously know them both at a glance and, further, would know that Kira was not pregnant. Kira glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of her mother. Tall and even more heavily pregnant than Nayla, Ester drew the eye with her beauty. Unlike Kira, who used magic to disguise her slimeform, Ester was happy to let her emerald green skin and iridescent hair-tendrils show. Her stomach flooded out before her, a massive and almost perfectly round orb. Because of the size of her belly, Ester was forced to waddle; throwing her weight from side to side. Yet, she lost none of her regal bearing in her motherly movements. Her arms folded on top of her stomach, with a little shopping bag held between them. Kira was torn between running up and hugging her mother, and making a dash for the door. Though Nayla spoiled any chance of the latter happening.

“Yeeess! Sorry, like, we were just back here!” The immensely gravid elf yelled, waving her arm to signal to Ester. Kira groaned, turning around. She tensed up, ready for what would undoubtedly be a social trainwreck.

“Aaaah, good.” Ester smiled gracefully at first, but then a look of shock crossed her face when she saw Kira. “And I see that you have found my daughter. Kira what are you. . .doing out?” Ester asked, trying to choose her words carefully. Kira was at least grateful that her mother did not want to cause her undue embarrassment. At least not yet anyway. Ester and Nayla waddled towards each other, slowly but surely making their way across the store. Watching them Kira realized just how poor her imitation of a pregnant woman was. There was a real weight to how their movements, despite neither being fat in the traditional sense. They moved slowly to compensate for the weight and precious life within them, Ester especially. Ester was nearly always pregnant, as befitting her status as a queen slime. She had many years of practice, learning how to move as best she could despite carrying many, many children. Kira exhaled in wonder, hoping one day to be as graceful and gravid as her mother. Watching Ester made Kira realize just how silly she had been behaving.

“Oh my gosh! You two are relaaated!” Nayla squealed, flapping her arms. “I guess the size of your belly makes sense now.” She turned back and pointed at Kira’s faux-baby bump. Kira winced, trying to keep Orey from fleeing out of nerves.

“Well, you know what they say. . .” Kira said, trying her best to amble slowly out of the clothing racks and onto the main path of the store. She went and stood by her mother. She marveled at the size of her mother’s belly. It was a true pregnancy belly, filled with more slimes than Kira could even hazard a guess at. It was a testament to Ester’s strength and resilience that she was even standing, much less walking around. Kira’s faux-belly bumped into Ester’s by accident, making Orey whimper. The poor thing was terrified of being found out and the possible punishment. Though Ester was a sweet and loving woman, she was not adverse to setting people back on the straight and narrow by use of punishment. “. . .Like mother, like daughter! Heh.” Kira said, nervously shrugging her shoulders.

“Well said, Kira.” Ester smiled, reaching over slowly to pat her daughter on the head. Kira hummed for a moment, enjoying the familial closeness. Ester continued speaking with Nayla. “There is something nice about a daughter taking after her mother in that way. Two generations of babymakers.” She tilted her head and smiled, revealing a drive for pregnancy that rivaled Kira’s own. “Although. . .” Ester moved her hand down to poke at Kira’s hips and lovehandles. “. . .I don’t remember ever getting quite so chubby! There might be a diet in your future, young lady.” Ester turned and winked at Nayla, completing the picture of a loving but humorous mother.

“Moooommmm. . .not funny.” Kira pouted and crossed her arms. “A lady can’t help but put on a little weight when she gets pregnant.” Kira spoke as if she really was pregnant, taking all of the offense as if she were.

“Yes, yes. Anyway, why don’t you and. . .you go wait outside.” Ester stopped herself just short of revealing Orey’s existence. A mommy-brain moment can happen even to seasoned veterans. Though, someone like Ester could catch it quicker. Kira took the easy out, trying to waddle herself outside believably. Once outside, Kira ducked beside the brick of the building and waited for her mother to finish conducting business. She took peaks inside from time to time, watching her mother and the store clerk. It was fascinating to watch them slowly move and amble their way across the floor. Afraid of dropping the illusion, she kept Orey tucked under her shirt. All told, it took about ten minutes for Ester to conclude her shopping business. At which point she came outside. Politely, she took Kira by the arm and waddled with her down the street. It felt nice, Kira liking the attention from her mother. Ester had to walk slowly, and she would often need to stop to readjust her flowing dress or address a kick from one of her many babies. All the same, Kira loved every minute of it.

When they were a good deal away from the store and in a less busy part of the city, Ester finally stopped. “Kira. . .why don’t we let Orey out now.” She tapped the top of Kira’s belly, it purred in response. Kira slowly lifted up her shirt, letting her slime buddy roll out. Orey, ever the dramatic one, took large breaths upon escaping. Kira nudged him lightly with a toe to get him to stop overreacting. As a means of making amends, the little guy hugged her foot. “Now, daughter of mine, exactly what were you doing?” Ester began speaking again, easily taking both Kira and Orey’s attention. She looked so much more imposing with a big, gravid tummy. She was like some ancient goddess. While demure and sweet, she commanded respect all the same.

“Weelll. . .I dunno. . .I just. . .wanted to do a little shopping.” The guilty party spoke, kicking a rock between her feet.

“At the maternity store?”

“It’s just. . .Ryker and I have been trying for a baby. Well, babies, and I wanna be pregnant ssssoooo bad!” Kira started her long, rambling explanation. Ester simply nodded through it all, listening to her daughter pour her heart out. From time to time, Ester would shift her position, wrapping her hands either on top of or under her enormous, beach ball sized tummy. Though the event had not been that long, Kira couldn’t stop herself from talking. Even by the end Kira got a little misty eyed, feeling strange and unexplainable emotions. “. . .And that’s the whole thing.”

“Oh Kira. . . silly girl.” Ester said, slowly lumbering forward. She hugged her daughter, having to park her large tummy to the side of Kira in order to accomplish the task. She backed away slowly once the hug was done, using Kira’s stomach to balance herself. “There’s no need to rush things. You will have plenty of time to go maternity shopping, for this and every other pregnancy you have in your life! Besides. . .” Ester winked before starting to slowly make her way down the street. “. . .you are much to soon into your pregnancy to worry about such things. Just enjoy it for now.” Ester walked down the sidewalk, her hips shaking through her dress. Kira blinked, trying to make sense of what Ester had just said. The brown haired girl stood dumbfounded in the middle of the street. “Kira! Come on! I’m hungry!!” Ester called, not stopping. Cravings were calling to her something fierce.

“Wait! Momma!” Kira ran after Ester, Orey trying to follow along as best he could. “How in the world did you know? Teeeeeelll meeeee!” Kira called, racing after. Her plumper butt jiggling.

“No carrying on, Kira. We can talk over lunch.” Was all that Ester would say on the matter.

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“Now Kira, what was all that?” Ester said, easing herself into the booth. She had to angle herself sideways and allow her massive belly to rest on both the booth and her leg. Ester was swollen, filled to the brim with future slime children. Yet, she bore little to no fat on herself. Rather, she remained the same slim and elegant queen that she always was. Granted, certain elements of her body could not help but expand. Her breasts were bigger, puffed up thanks to the constant stream of hormones. Though few were brave enough to say it, she also had grown quite the round “mommy” rump. Ester rested easily upon her curvaceous rear end. Watching Ester was like watching a stained glass window come alive. Light shone and bounced through her emerald green, slimy for. It gave her a colorful radiance that poured out into the world. She moved with a corona of light following her. “Why in the world are you bothering store keepers?” Ester asked, her tone balanced but provoking embarrassment and self reflection in only the way a mother can. Ester rubbed her belly, feeling the many kicks from the slimes inside. She had come to relax in them, gracefully allowing every symptom that came with pregnancy.

“Mooom, don’t make me say it.” Kira huffed, as she flopped into the booth. The young woman put her head down on her arms, hair spreading around the table. She was feeling rather childish, upset by being caught in her little stunt. Kira rolled her head back and forth, trying to overcome the wealth of embarrassment that was being heaped upon her. While she loved her mother, she couldn’t deny that the older women knew how to lay a very powerful guilt trip. Kira’s pudgy, possibly pregnant, belly pushed up against the table while her breasts filled the space between her arms.

“Kira! Sit up please.” Ester said, her voice a little sharp. Kira, not willing to risk further upsetting her mother, straightened immediately. She whipped up, hand placed on her belly for comfort. Her chubby form bounced, adjusting to moving so rapidly. Kira was undeniably heavier, having picked up even more weight in a small space of time than her mother had over months worth of pregnancy. It was a testament to the appetite that Ryker was nurturing in her. “Thank you.” Ester tilted her head and smiled, earlier sharpness fading into memory. The slime queen turned and snapped her fingers, signaling for one of her own helper slimes to come over. Ester rubbed the large slime on the head, causing it to purr deep enough that Kira could feel the reverberations through her chub. “Why don’t you get us some food. Afterall. . .” Ester looked sidelong at Kira and smiled. “. . .we both have children to nourish.” She gave the large slime and emphatic pat and sent it on its way. The slime marched toward the buffet, grabbing several plates with its forming arms. “Now, you were saying. . .” Ester returned to prompting her daughter.

Kira looked at the table, unable to hold eye contact with her mother. “Well. . .I just. . .wanna. . .wanted to be pregnant.” She puffed the words out, her cheeks rounded with petulant shame. She tapped her fingers, noticing that the actions spread jiggles through her arms and made her breasts bounce. Kira couldn’t help but be a little happy at the feeling, knowing that she had a blue haired hero at home who would be lavishing attention on her chubby body later. Kira chanced a look up, seeing that her mother was still waiting for more of an explanation. Kira sighed, pulling a lock of hair over her face to stroke it. The worker slime was busy filling up plates, loading them with all sorts of goodies, so there was little chance of food saving her. “I thought that it might be fun to pretend.” Kira sighed, slumping down in the seat. With her confession she was finally able to look her mother in the eyes. Ester simply reached a hand across the table, a serene look upon her face.

“Oh Kira, you are going to spend most of your life pregnant.” She said, echoing what had happened to her and her mother before her. Ester grasped Kira’s hand, rubbing it with her thumb. “There’s no reason to rush.” She laughed, clear as church bells. “Especially since you are already pregnant.” Ester adjusted herself in the booth, trying to negotiate her large breast and stomach against the edge of the table. “You are going to change and grow so much when you get further along. Getting taller, your hair getting longer and changing color a bit, and your body softening up a smidge just so you can hold more slimes.” Ester listed the elements of slime pregnancy so naturally and perfectly. Kira blushed as she heard them, deep excitement brimming within her at the prospects of the change coming. The younger slimegirl breathed deeply, at peace with the world. “Oh! And your breasts are going to get way bigger!” Ester smiled, hefting her own massive breasts. They struggled to be adequately lifted by her small hands.

“Mother! We are in public!” Kira shouted, trying to leap across the table to cover her mother’s display.

“Says the girl who stuffs her friends up her shirt to pretend she's pregnant.” Ester laughed and leaned back in the booth, tapping Kira on the forehead. She might have said more, but the helper slime returned with their food. Or, at least the first helping of it. As soon as the slime deposited the plates it turned and went for more. “Good job! Keep them coming.” Ester called. Wordlessly, she pushed a plate to Kira. The chubby girl needed no further invitation. She picked up her fork and began to eat, quickly scooping the morsels into her mouth. Her mother might have known more about pregnancy than she did, but Kira was sure that she was the champion when it came to eating. Certainly, she had been getting her practice in with Ryker lately. Kira continued eating, letting the steamed rice and veggies fall into her mouth. It wasn’t bad as a first course, but it was a little boring. She had gotten used to having all the exciting, fattening food that her boyfriend provided. Pizza, burgers, ice cream, candy, and above all. . .cinnamon rolls. Kira had been getting her choice of all the world’s most delicious foods as of late, so it was a bit dull to only eat healthy food.

It was for that reason that Kira reached for the plate of sauteed chicken next. Well marinated and dripping with a caramelized sauce, the chicken was the perfect thing to heat up her meal. The roasted bird pieces were on skewers, perfect for the slimegirl to pick up three, four, or five at a time. “Mmmph. . .you sschould try thesche, mom!” Kira said, excitedly pulling tender meat from the sticks of wood. Ester merely nodded, watching her daughter eat. She was certainly impressed, proud of the food that Kira could pack away into her small body. It boded well for the rest of her pregnancy, especially the latter portions. Ester had told the truth about a slimequeen’s pregnancy changes, but she hadn’t told quite everything. There were changes waiting for Kira that she had no idea about, so the more food she could eat now the better. Kira’s belly pooched out further as the hearty hunks of meat made their way down. She looked fuller than before, her slime biology allowing her body to morph slightly for more capacity. Yet, she continued working on the chicken. Ester’s helper slime slowly drifted back to the table, quietly clearing away the cleaned plate and replacing it with a full one. Ester winked and made a hand motion to signal getting more. Kira happily continued to eat.

“Mom, don’t you want any?” Kira asked when she finished the chicken. She tilted her head quizzically. While she waited for the answer she grabbed some sugar drenched dough balls. Kira was nothing if not a fiend for sweets. She loved the rush of sugar on her tongue, delighting in the bursts of hyperactivity that it brought on. She popped the first one into her mouth and followed it with the second right away, her cheeks puffing out with the extra food. Meanwhile, her belly started to fill up more. It worked away at storing the chicken, puffing out to accommodate it.

Ester considered for a moment. “Oh, a bit probably wouldn’t hurt. Never a bad time to indulge a pregnancy craving.” She laughed and grabbed noodles with her chopsticks. Though, in a move that was as subtle as it was devious, she edged another plate towards Kira with her elbow. Kira, too occupied with the dough balls, did not notice. Ester smiled and laughed quietly to herself. It was fun to see Kira get to indulge herself. Clearly, her daughter had been getting her pregnancy cravings and needed an outlet. Ester was happy to provide such an excuse. Ester slowly made her way through the plate of noodles, Kira plowing through two more plates of food in the meantime. She was truly beginning to look puffy now. Her stomach rolled out in front of her, shirt having ridden up and everything. Kira had started to take pauses between bites, mentally trying to gauge her capacity for more food. She might have accurately done so, had she not had someone pushing her towards other extremes. “Ooo, how about these? I used to love these as a girl!” Ester said, hefting a plate of crab puffs over to Kira. Her good sense overridden by her mother Kira began to suck down the overstuffed crab puffs. With the amount of food she was packing into her stomach with every plate, Kira was beginning to feel and resemble the puffs.

Each plate worked more and more on her, slowing her eating. Yet, Kira found herself unable to stop. She wanted to keep going, a sort of pressure growing in her body. Though, it was highly possible she was confusing the pressure forming at her waistband for a spiritual revelation. Kira’s pants were becoming very, very restricted. Her gut pushed forward, advancing like an army trying to take a hill. Kira was determined to eat as much as possible, and her stomach was determined to shove its way over or through her pants. Something certainly had to give. The young slimegirl began to feel her waistband moving up and down, trying to fit over her ballooning stomach. She would rub at her tummy from time to time, trying to figure out what to do. Usually at this point, afraid her darling might be stopping her eating, Ester would pull some trick or mind game to get Kira back on the path of gluttony. “My. . .was the ceiling always spinning?” Kira asked at one point, chubby face turned up at the tiles. Ester laughed and told her to focus on her food.

Kira soon sat at a devastated booth. A graveyard of plates and silverware lay around her. She had truly hogged out, putting every inch of her stomach to good use. Her stomach almost resembled a pregnant woman’s gut, perfectly round and rising into the air. Bits of sauce trailed from the dazed woman’s mouth. Kira sighed and stretched, trying to raise herself to freedom but unable to manage. Though she was done eating, her stomach was not done filling up. Processing the food that had been shoved into it, Kira’s tummy bloated further and further out. The girl groaned, feeling her pants’ buttons and waistband press deeper into her belly. “Ooohh. . .I think that was enough.” Kira groaned, trying to do anything. She managed to raise a hand to the table and slowly raise herself up. She rose slowly, her stomach digging into her beltline even more. Just as she was about to be sitting straight up again and the pain became more intense, she felt relief. More specifically, she felt her button and zipper pop clean off of her pants and scatter to the ground. Kira might have been embarrassed, had she still had the capacity for clear thinking. “Mom?” She asked, unsure of how to feel in her food induced delirium.

Ester heaved herself out of the booth, having to scoot her way slowly. With each heft and heave of her gravid bulk her breasts came closer and closer to popping out of her loose top. When she reached the end of the booth, Ester had to spread her legs wide to allow for her barge of a belly to drop between them. Standing after a meal might have been the one movement that Ester could not have done gracefully. She puffed her cheeks out, look of determination crossing her face. She finally strained her legs and arms, tensing her muscles as best she could. Slowly, unsteadily she rose belly first. Waving back and forth, her mountainous belly rose. Ester had to arch her back to accommodate for the weight. She was always glad for the exercise classes she continued to take throughout her pregnancy. Besides helping to keep her body tight, they also helped her movements. With great force she finally arrived at a standing position, her hand placed on her helper slimed for extra balance. She then ambled her way over to Kira who had been watching her with wonder. Ester tugged her food stuffed daughter, lightly pulling her out of the booth. Kira made her way just as ungainly as her mother, though she looked much worse for wear.

Kira’s naked belly hung out into empty space, bouncing with equal parts flab and taut, stuffed-gut. The very tip of her tummy had turned red due to all the food packed into it. All in all, she looked several months pregnant, rather than a few weeks. To complete the picture of a woman gone off the rails, Kira’s shorts had exploded and ripped to the point of exposing her purple striped panties. While they were cute, it was probably best that the world did not see them. Yet, Kira was too dazed to have embarrassment. Her mother continued to encourage her. Ester patted Kira’s belly. “There you go, dear. A good start to taking care of those babies of yours.” She patted Kira’s head and Kira smiled widely. The two women started their slow waddle out of the shop. Their bellies sloshed, Ester’s with many babies and a little food and Kira’s with a few babies and much food. It was quite the picture the mother and daughter made. More than a few people point and made comments about Kira as she continued out of the store. She had to hold the lips of her pants, her panties on accidental display for most of the patrons. While she might feel embarrassed about the ordeal tomorrow, at least for the moment she was just happy to have her belly full and her mother nearby.

“I wonder what Ryker is going to think?” Kira said dreamily to her mother. “Me getting returned stuffed and pregnant.” She sighed, leaning onto her mother.

“I’m sure he’s going to be thrilled.” Ester laughed, knowing at least a little about the appetites of Kira’s boyfriend.

“Good! ‘Cause the fun is juuuussstt starting.” Kira smiled, feeling her belly slosh back and forth.