You've still got it

"Are you made of grease?!?"

You don't answer, far too focused on landing your shot.

"Apples?!? FUCK!"

You allow yourself a slight smile as Felicia's character trips and bounces off a wall.

"Cock sucking bush bits!... No, no, no, NOT THE PROD! ASS!!!" she wails as you punt her just far enough off a cliff that there's no way back.

Finally you relax while Felicia spasms and all but falls off her chair. "How?" is all she manages when she can finally speak again. You managed to beat her - it was close... as long as you don't count that extra life you had in reserve. All in all you have to admit that she is really good, but she's still not quite as good as you.

The busty blonde, usually such an aggressive and domineering bitch, has surprised you in all sorts of ways. Now she comes over to you and plops her butt on the couch next to you, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths. "Jesus Jane... just how?" she asks you with more respect in her tone than you've ever heard from her.

"Well I had a lot of time to play when I was growing up."

Felicia shakes her head and says "No way, you had to sacrifice your soul to a demon to do that. I've beaten the pants off of everyone I can find."

"You are really good. I know you would have creamed every guy I played with growing up." It's true - and oh boy would you love to see Alex and a few other guys get totally emasculated by Felicia. Apart from a few of your nastiest tricks she knew the game forwards and backwards. "Seriously, you would have curb stomped them."

"Fuck me!" She sighs and her hand ends up sliding onto your belly as she comes in to give you a hug.

It's not something you ever expected from Felicia - she's the least 'loving' of all your new friends, but you do wind up with a rather nice, long hug. Not really sure what to do you hug her back. No reason not to and besides, your old male self would commit suicide if you missed a chance to hug Felicia and her massive D cups. Pressed against your own C's they are even better than you could have imagined.

"Wow - you two planning to share a room tonight?" asks Hanna, still sore from the way the rest of you totaled her in at the start of the match.

"Phhhbt" replies Felicia. "Don't be jealous if I get the best partner."

Probably by accident her hand drifts back to your belly and this time you have the presence of mind to take it and hold it gently. Felicia looks a little surprised, but you've been thinking about this ever since that day in the library. "What can I say, I like it." You say it quietly while biting your lip and holding her hand against your belly. It's true too. You love the feeling of showing off your belly, letting other girls touch it and feel the firm swell of your womb. Your feminine side is getting stronger and stronger.

Like moths to a flame the others come closer, conversation dying down as they get the permission that they all secretly craved. Bethany gets there first, her long thin fingers pressing against your side and slowly drawing across the thin fabric.

"I'm still amazed you wore something so daring," says Felicia.

"Why not? I'm at a sleepover with my friends. And even if I wasn't I don't feel bad about wearing a nice, sexy outfit. I'd go to the mall in this outfit."

"No way," squeaks Bethany.

"Yes way. Hell, I got married in this outfit."

"No way!" comes the chorus - not just Bethany, but Zoey and Hanna too.

You giggle and tell them "I did. I'm not really religious and my husband really liked the look of it. He kind of dared me to let him pick my wedding dress and bam!"

"I would never let a man... no, no, no," says Felicia, shaking her head.

"I never thought I'd do something crazy like that either, but it's been so worth it. I didn't think I'd be pregnant so soon either... and it is kind of scary sometimes, but it's incredible. I... just never thought I'd have a little life growing inside me. I, uh, always thought that was something for other people." You sniff a little to clear the tears that have started and you know that the estrogen level in the room has hit dangerous levels.

"What was it like?" asks Hanna, her hand now petting your tummy.

"Which part? The amazing sex, finding out I was knocked up, morning sickness?"

"The sex!" says Zoey.

"The day you found out," whispers Bethany.

"Everything!" says Hanna.

Felicia laughs - a good, honest laugh, and says "you might as well get started. None of them are going to drop it."

"Like you aren't all ears too," says Trish. "Here, I already know the story, so I'll find everyone some drinks."

"How come Trish knows?" asks Zoey. She says it in a teasing way and Trish snorts and waggles her middle finger on the way out.

It's a good thing that you and Trish have talked about how you met your 'husband' a few times in preparation for the day this particular subject came up. You give the girls a long story about how you met the love of your life on your first day in town. Pretty much from then on you knew you would be carrying this man's babies.

"Is he hot?" asks Felicia.

"Hot, strong, sexy, smart and fucking devious," you reply with a big smile.

Over the next few minutes you get peppered with all sort of questions. Some are unexpected, some are almost required for a girl's sleepover party with one pregnant girl and several virgins. Or at the least a few less experienced girls. "... and then he just licked me out, right there in the car."

"Woah. In traffic?"

"Yup. And that's how my first ultrasound went. Heh, twins. Explains why I'm fattening up so fast, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but you really don't act like it," says Hanna, a bit of awe creeping into her voice. "You're still so happy and energetic. I can't believe it's twins."

"Yeah. But being pregnant seems to be its own kind of energy."

"So..." asks Zoey, letting the word hang. "When do we get to meet mister right?" She takes a long sip of the punch Trish mixed up. You know that there's not only a sizeable slug of very smooth and tasteless vodka but also a large dose of Trish's special sauce. Your toes wiggle as your friends drink up her addictive cum. All save Beth, who Trish mixed something special for. Bethany doesn't like mangoes, apparently, and Trish 'forgot' that while making the punch and made her a separate cocktail.

You smile and tip back the last of your virgin cocktail. "Isn't it funny that they call it a virgin cocktail when the most sex happy girl in the room is the one drinking it?"

"Aw, come on, don't try to slip one by. I want to meet this guy. I mean - you haven't even told us his name!"

"I told you..."

Zoey huffs and says "You said he's kind of secretive, but what does that mean, really? You've told us everything else - even how long his cock is."

"Yeah, not that I'm buying eight and a half or nine inches," says Hanna. "No way he's got a porn star shlong. Pluz... er PLUS there's no way a girl's not gonna measure that shit. You've got a guy with nine and you fucking know!"

Holy crap - you knew Hanna had a rep as a lightweight, but one glass and she is completely toasted.

"Did he really say you could..." Bethany just goes red. Even thinking about your earlier statement - that hubby dearest has more or less given you carte blanche as far as sleeping with other women - has her blushing in the cutest way possible.

"He did," you tell her. "Having sex with another girl isn't cheating, especially if you bring her home."

"Oh my God!" she whispers, just about matching the color of the strawberry chunks in her punch.

"He's pretty enlightened that way," says Felicia.

"Of course you'd say that," says Hanna.

Rather than getting pissed off at her drunken friend Felicia laughs and says, "Hanna, the guy's smart enough to know that there are some things a man just can't do for you. I'd like to meet him too, sounds like a keeper. But I still don't like that he dresses you up sometimes." She gives your belly a little rub too, for good measure.

"Well he has great fashion sense. Hey, you know my green dress?"

"No way - I love that dress," giggles Hanna.

"Yup." You take another sip and smile. Turing to Felicia you say "How about my electric blue slit skirt? Or my white cashmere scarf? That tight black halter top?"

Felicia shakes her head. "No way. Hanna can't believe his cock, I'm way more reasonable. I'll believe he's packing a honking big kielbasa, but no way am I going to believe he has that kind of fashion sense and is also straight!"

Zoey downs the rest of her drink and says "Come on now, we all want to meet this guy. You're driving me crazy here!"

You grin, Trish grins. The plan is working and you've got them hooked. Hopefully Trish's naughty seed can provide a helping hand with the rest.

"Well... I would like that." You wait for the chorus of 'Yes's and 'Woo's to die down and for Hanna to stop literally jumping up and down in place. "But he's a bit worried about some things. Like how I'm pretty young." You let that little detail sink in. None of them asked how old your beau is and this is a great way to throw off the scent. Overactive imaginations will probably have you sleeping with some seventy year old grand uncle by the time the week is out.

All of them are leaning in, hanging on your next words. "He would probably love to meet all of you too, but the thing is he doesn't do that well with lots of people. So... I could introduce you one by one."

Again, you wait for cries of 'No fair', 'But why?' and so forth to wind down. With all your girlfriends sauced it kind of feels like holding court. "For it to be fair anyone who come and meets my husband has to swear to keep the secret until you've all had a chance to meet him."

That leads to a short silence before a "Me first!" from both Zoey and Hanna.

You laugh and wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye. "How about we decide tomorrow, when everyone's sober? Don't want anyone backing out because the suddenly have cold feet." That nets you a bunch of promises about how they're all going to meet him, you can't stop them now, etc. As they start to argue about who's on first you look over and give Trish a big smile.