Babe. I want you to grow and I won't you to know about it.

Continuing to think with your dick. You imagine her filling out more.

The top of her belly rounds out slowly, seemingly with each breath taking up more space. Her breathing changes and she looks down at her baby bulge, now smooth and clearly defined against the fabric of her shirt out front. She rests a hand on top of her belly and let's out a restrained look of shock.

She crests the hill of her tummy with her hand multiple times as if gauging something a little more unfamiliar than usual and then pushes down firmly but gently where her uterus is now beginning to meet her sternum.

Unsettled and unsure she can't help but look face to face on the bus. No reaction.

Leaning back against the bus' wheel facade on her plump but (and in the process reangling her spine) she pulls out her phone and starts to dial.

In a cute loving voice she starts.

"Heyyy." -pause-

"Yeah, going well." -pause-

"Ahh well, a little heavier today, probably much bigger than the last time." -pause-

"Aww" -pause- Her hand idly tugs down at the fabric on the underside of her belly.