Try to hide it...

No! You can't let your mother... Or anyone else see you like this!

Awkwardly, you struggle to get back to your one good foot and manage your balance as you try to assess how big... Your belly... Is.

You don't have any scale to go by, but hopping and wobbling to your mirror, you think you look about full-term... Maybe a bit more than that.

"this is going to be difficult..." you say to your pregnant, flustered-looking reflection.

You try sucking your huge belly in... It sort of works, if you don't breathe.

You start to feel a dull ache in your breasts... We're they always this... Big?

You try to ignore the pressure as you struggle to your wardrobe.

Yes! Your leotard from a few years back! It was tight then, so now it should be close to a corset!

As you struggle into the restricting garment, you find that your breasts aren't just aching and bloated... The pressure of the too-small leotard sets of a spray of sweet-smelling milk that you have to desperately try to stem with tissues!

Milk... You didn't even begin to consider that!

The spray fades after a few minutes, giving you time to get your breath back and keep trying to squeeze into the tight material.

You struggle to get the fabric around your hips, setting off a sting from both of your recently abused holes... But you manage eventually.

Sitting on your bed, you try to get your breath back. Glaring down at the round, soft... Wait... Soft?

You experimentally press the surface of your belly and feel it squish in a little.

Do pregnant bellies squish? You remember someone saying they were hard...

Maybe it's just swelling?

You feel a surge of hope at the thought! Redoubling your efforts, you manage to suck in your belly and pull the leotard up in one movement.

Oh the pressure!

You can barely breathe and you certainly can't bend!

The skin-coloured leotard makes you look... Well, fat.

But woodenly hobbling in front of your mirror, you can see how much of your belly has 'squished in'.

You feel an odd... Stirring inside.

"What was that?" your ask your 'totally not pregnant' reflection.

After a moment, you decide it must be gas or... Something like that. It's just swelling, after all.

You awkwardly pull on your shirt, noticing how your breasts now fill it to bursting as you button it up.

Your belly is still quite obvious, so you throw on a blazer too.

If nobody looks too closely, you might get away with it?

At least it will be enough to get to a pharmacy or... Something.

You start your hobble downstairs, hoping your mother isn't home.