Bellies & Breasts

The clips advanced. Single images were giving way to short videos, just a few frames at a time. Close-ups of cum-splattered, semen-filled vaginas. Purple cock-heads withdrawing to reveal the pink holes with their white loads.

White...Lois' eyes were focused on the screen, rarely blinking, her breathing normal, attention focused. Yet around the edges of the screen she noticed a lightening, as though bright lights were turned on, all around her. The reporter could feel a growing warmth.

The clips were focusing out from the fresh-fucked pussies. The pools of sticky white goo in those well-laid holes. Scrolling upwards. Soon it was almost like abstract nature photography, the arch of natural cathedrals with clitoris spires, rivers of jizz flowing into their holy depths...and the cameras swept up and away, focusing on flat, toned stomachs.

Lois was hot. Uncomfortably so. She shrugged out of her jacket, kicked off her shoes. The air felt good on her bare skin. The background behind the clips was no longer Internet Explorer, but a pink expanse of slow swirls. She focused on the clips, which were getting longer.

Porn had given way to something like a documentary. Time lapse. Toned abdomens gradually softening. Nothing was obvious yet, in the pictures, but Lois had a sense of anticipation, and ran her hand across her own flat, toned stomach.

Without looking, Lois carefully took the collar of her shirt between her two hands and pulled with all her strength. The thin material ripped, a ragged tear right down the center. Her eyes were on the screen the entire time. Something in her didn't want to waist a moment, even to pull the shirt over her head. The air felt good on her chest, but she was still so hot...

The bellies were beginning to bulge. Just a little. The soft curve that had always struck Lois as so feminine. The muscular definition was gone, and in its place...they could have been pot bellies, but they didn't sag, didn't suggest fat, not yet. Little lumps right below the navel and above the hips.

Pants were the next to go. Lois peeled the pussy-drenched stretchy pants and panties off in one go, letting them fall unceremoniously on the floor at her feet. The cool air kissed her wet cunt. Her eyes never left the screen, the world outside of it a solid expanse of bright white light, too bright to look at. With practiced ease, she unhooked her bra and shimmied to let it fall from her breasts. To sit naked and unafraid before the final mystery.

The growth was evident now. What month? Lois wondered, as the abdomens distended. She wondered how many of the women being filmed right now were the same as those had been filmed getting creamed. Action, reaction, right there on the screen. The shots were still moving, even as the time lapse continued, the bellies swelling bigger and bigger, but the camera was panning upwards to focus on...

The breasts.

A succession of tits flashed on the screen. Small, taut, pink nipples. Then they grew. Lois' eyes focused on the darkening, swelling nipples. The way the areola stretched and darkened over the mounds. It reminded her of her own mother, pregnant with her sister, Lucy. The way she would walk around without a bra on, the dark nipples visible through her shirt, the way her tits had spread out so that Lois could still see them when she turned to leave the room, the heavy, half-teardrop profile...

The camera began to slowly zoom out. Bellies and breasts encompassed in a single shot, from thigh to collar-bone. All races, all body-types were presented. The "before" pictures were so fresh she could see the cum dripping out of their cunts. See the flat bellies begin to dome out, the tits begin to sag as gravity pulled at the heavier masses. Lois didn't know how far along they were. Life as a reporter hadn't left time for thoughts of maternity.

Then, a change in perspective. Close zoom in on a single pregnant stomach, larger than the others. The little depression of the navel. She couldn't take her eyes away, couldn't blink.

It popped. Lois almost came right then. Another clip, another navel popping out. The clips began to zoom out again, and now she could see movement, beneath the skin of those distended stomachs. The skin was taut enough on the baby bumps to show the shift of movement within. How much cum had those women had in them? How many chances had they taken to get to that moment? The clips continued, belly after belly on screen, bloated breasts descending to rest on the great mounds, the fatty tits bulging over the sides... and still the image of the screen zoomed in, the stomachs getting bigger and bigger, filling the screen.

At some point she hadn't noticed, they must have crossed a threshold, from singles to multiples. The short clips became less regular, more interspersed with the hallmarks of amateur footage. Women so large they had to be shown with the distended bellies resting on their thighs, or on their sides as they rested in bed. Tits swollen to grotesque proportions, as big as their head, heavy and hanging down from their chests on either side of their bloated bellies.

Lois' eyes were glued to the screen, but she caught a hint of movement around the edges, something emerging from the computer right in front of her. Nothing she could focus on without taking her eyes off the miracle of life she was witnessing over and over again, and she couldn't, wouldn't look away from that.