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Awakening with a start, drenched in sweat and wrenching for breath, Amy’s eyes bulged with fright. She clutched at the bedsheets, stirring immediately from a dream so incredibly vivid that it was a surprise to find herself in familiar surroundings. Yet even as Amy sat in bed, moonlight filtering through her thin bedroom curtains, she could feel the dream’s immediacy melting away from her consciousness. There had been a room, much colder and darker than the one she had been in now. Then lights of wild, half-remembered colours, unnatural oranges and looming violets had danced before here. There were figures of some kind, fuzzy and unfocussed in her mind, but definitely surrounding her. Finally some terrible event had caused her to scream aloud and wake herself up. She wasn’t sure if the shout was in the dream or not, but her throat seemed to itch and ache, so Amy’s own scream had possibly awoken her. Heart rate and breathing returning to normal, the shaking young girl sank backwards onto the pillow, her bare arms on top of the bedsheets as she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes roved around her small bedroom, not a shadow out of place in the early hours’ hush. Amy could barely remember the last time she had awoken with such a start, but could already recall little of her nightmare. With only vague impressions of what had so disturbed her, she drifted gradually back off to sleep with the tangible reality that soon she would have to go to work her alarm awoke her.

When the annoyingly jaunty cellphone jingle awoke her, Amy opened her eyes automatically, conscious of having slept extremely lightly for the rest of the night. She had kicked the bedclothes from her body, turning off her alarm and looking down to the foot of her bed. The unfamiliar pale mound in front of her was the first sign that something was wrong. Amy moved and it moved with her, until she realised several seconds later that it did so because it was part of her body. Her belly had grown outwards, shrugging off her pyjama top and sticking rigidly into the air as she lay on her back. Amy froze like an arachnophobia noticing a spider in a corner. She blinked several times as she registered the increased weight on her pelvis pushing her butt into the mattress further than usual. She coaxed her arm into moving from its stiffened position by her side, running her hand over her bloated tummy. It was definitely her belly she confirmed, feeling the tiny hairs on her fair skin,
“Ah...” was all she could utter, remaining still for several minutes and staring uncomprehendingly at the orb bloating her midriff almost to nose-level from where she lay. Finally Amy sat upright, feeling no yielding in the solid swell of her belly as she swivelled her body around and stood out of bed. Her vest fell downwards, covering a portion of her newly-distended tummy, with the remainder looking beyond its capacity even if Amy had stretched the top over it. It confused her to even consider it, but the eighteen-year-old looked inescapably... well, pregnant.

“Good morning, Arty’s,” the lady who worked in the office answered the telephone. Amy realised just then she didn’t even know the woman’s name after nine months of working in the same building as her,
“Er, hi, can I speak to Ron?” Amy replied. Ron was Amy’s line manager, a stoutly built dark haired man of about forty. He was good natured and pleasant enough, and Amy had never taken a day off work since she had worked stacking shelves at the large supermarket. Yet as the hold music played and she could hear in her mind the receptionist’s staff announcement summoning Ron from the shop floor, Amy hadn’t the faintest idea of what she was going to tell him,
‘What am I gonna say?’ she nervously thought, her mind blank in the interminable wait. The muzak cut off suddenly,
“Hullo, Ron speaking,”
“Hi Ron, it’s Amy,” she began,
“Oh hey Amy, what’s up?” he asked,
‘What the hell is up?’ Amy questioned herself as she looked down to her expanded tummy. Suddenly inspiration came to her in a flash; she knew exactly what she could say, something that would never prompt questions from Ron. A catch-all phrase, one she’d heard many times before,
“I won’t be able to come do my shift today, I’ve had a family emergency,”
‘Genius!’ Amy cheered in her mind, having to consciously stop a smile coming to her face,
“Oh, that’s too bad, I’m sorry to hear that,” said Ron,
“I’m sorry to do this to you,” she tried her best to sound sincere,
“Hey, it’s not your fault,” Ron tried his best to sound matter-of-fact, “Just give me a call on Monday to see where we’re at, we can cover your shifts ‘til then,”
“Thanks, Ron,”

*****

“Kingstown Medical Centre,” said a voice, intoning ‘Yeahwhaddayawant?’. Amy was fairly sure but not quite certain that it was female,
“I... I uh, think I’m pregnant,” she told the gruff-sounding lady on the line, having woken up the following day with her tummy still ballooning alarmingly,
“When did you find out?” the voice asked, with a hint of an east coast accent and an undisguised hint of disdain,
“Ah... just now,” Amy said,
“Uh huh,” came the disinterested reply, “How many weeks pregnant d’you think you could be?”
“Well... I guess this must be the first week,” she unsurely said, hearing what sounded like a sigh on the other end of the phone,
“You think you’re one week pregnant?”
“Well... two days I guess,” another sigh followed,
“Look lady, I can book in your first scan and check around ten weeks from now b-“
“Ten weeks?!”
“Yes ten weeks, that’s the standard time,” the voice grumbled, “Now if you find out you’re not pregnant, you can always cancel,”
Amy licked her lips nervously and looked down to the already nine-month-looking belly she sported,
“But...”
“Name?”
“A-Amy, but...”
“Surname?”

*****

Ten weeks to see a doctor? The naive and unconfident young woman thought she would just have to wait. She could always call again if things got really bad, but was put off by the brusque, uncaring manner of the clinic receptionist. If it wasn’t for her, Amy probably would’ve called straight back the next morning when she awoke to find a belly at least as big as any she had ever seen sprouting from her middle. She looked ready to drop at any moment with twins at least, a dark vertical streak stretching down the middle of her distended tummy just adding to her look of ripeness,
“Oh my,” she squeaked, struggling to lever her increased weight and rigid, beachball-sized bump out of bed with her hips. Amy dressed with difficulty, looking repeatedly at her astoundingly altered image in the mirror whilst she discovered several t-shirts that no longer fitted over her swollen midriff,
“How many babies am I carrying here?” she wondered, her mind fogged with panic, before coming to a more logical question, “And how did they get there?”
The second riddle she had tried in vain to solve since the previous day was simple; if she was pregnant, how did it happen? She hadn’t done anything to make it happen, and thought of her last relationship coming to an end almost a year ago now. Not only had she used protection with her boyfriend, she hadn’t slept with anyone since then; it made no sense. Amy shook her head as she failed once again to think of a reasonable explanation for her predicament. If she had told the truth to the family planning center staff, they probably would’ve hung up on her straight away. She just woke up one morning, pregnant,
“Really, really pregnant now,” she muttered to herself standing in her bedroom restless with confusion, her attention once more arrested by her reflection and matters turned back to more immediate concerns,
“How big will I be after ten weeks?” she panicked, “An ultrasound scan? They’ll never fit me in the room!”
The rate she was growing was quite simply inhuman; Amy had never heard of anyone undergoing what amounted to over nine months’ worth of growth overnight. She knew girls from her year at high school who had children, and some had only began to show late in their pregnancy. But Amy couldn’t conceive of how such an instantaneous bump had inflated from her. Even if she had been pregnant without knowing for nine months like was sometimes reported on the news, it still didn’t stack up. Amy had always scoffed at such news stories, and found it even harder to believe now she stood in her bedroom sporting a firm, spherical tummy projecting considerably from her slim figure. She just couldn’t believe she was in the very late stages of pregnancy only now beginning to show, and couldn’t connect the dates to the last time she had slept with a guy. Then again, it was just as weird to fall heavily pregnant overnight as it was to harbor an unborn baby for nine months and only find out at the very end. No, nothing made sense. Amy could barely think straight, her mind tying itself in knots as she pondered in vain for a solution. She ruminated on these and other problems, barely even registering the hours pass in her quiet apartment as her belly crept steadily larger.

*****

“Ooohhhhhh! Oh I can’t believe this!” Amy whimpered desperately, tugging at the t-shirt that failed to cover even half of her expanded belly. Her rate of growth was mind-boggling, and had if anything accelerated overnight to pump her up to the insane size Amy now found herself the next morning. She had never seen a woman look so pregnant, and could scarcely comprehend what was happening to her as she stood struggling to dress. Vest after vest and jumper after jumper were tossed on the floor, unable to stretch over her inflating bump, until Amy finally found a pleated summer dress which could accommodate her giant tummy. Usually it fell to around her knees, but her increased size already drew the hemline way up to near the top of her thighs. The search for suitable clothing had taken up an hour of her morning already as Amy turned her mind to her next move. Her invented ‘family emergency’ was turning into a real one, and she had no idea what she would tell work when calling up the next day. If the past few were anything to go by, she could have doubled in girth by then. It was a given that there was no way she could return to work in her current condition, but what would she tell them to stay off work? What was her current condition? Would she call the family planning clinic again?

*****

She needn’t have worried in the end, as she woke up late on Monday to a text from her manager to say however long she needed off she was welcome to take it. Amy was relieved, and replied with something evasive about how she would let them know when she felt able to return. She was on autopilot as she did so however, astounded at her continued and massive growth. There was no doubt in her mind now that she was, as impossible and inexplicable as it seemed, pregnant. But what was also now inescapably clear was that her size had far outstripped anyone she had ever seen or heard of. Amy rifled through some drawers and found a tape measure, which she nervously stretched around her waist, half not wanting to know the result. She was over 60 inches in girth; she knew this because the tailors’ measure was 60 inches in length came nowhere near to encompassing her circumference. A quick web search told her this was far, far in excess of what a woman could expect in normal pregnancy. She licked her dry lips, her heart fluttering as she was unsure of how to proceed. Still in measurement mode, Amy padded fretfully to the bathroom and stood on the scale. She peered over her jutting belly to discover she had put on nearly three stones in weight. The same messageboards online told her that was a lot, even after nine months,
“This is not good,” Amy told herself aloud, rubbing her belly with both hands out of instinct. She was racked with indecision and longed to pick up the phone to the birth clinic, if only for reassurance. But what would she tell them; the truth? They would never believe her. And the gravelly sneer of the female voice on reception rang in her ears. She could imagine her disbelieving face. No, Amy couldn’t phone the centre. She would get through this on her own.

*****

She had begun to notice it wasn’t just her belly that was inflating. Her breasts had definitely gotten bigger too, and now her meagre B-cups were positively brimming with boob flesh. The juvenilely-built Amy had always wanted a fuller figure,
“But not like this!” she groaned, “And not this full!”
At first Amy tried to ignore her swelling breasts. After all, she had bigger fish to fry in trying to keep up with and to carry her out-of-control belly, which began to weigh significantly on her hips and pelvis. So Amy simply stuffed her burgeoning boobs into bras she already owned. Whilst this seemed to do the trick at first, after only a couple of days her boobs were not only spilling from the tops of her bra’s tiny cups, but were busting out from all sides of the insufficient underwear. Soon, the best that Amy could do was to place the bra over the front of her breasts and stretch the band around her back. This did nothing more than hold her ever-expanding boobs in place with their multiplying flesh overwhelming the material from every angle. Her most recently-purchased bra was pretty and silky in charcoal grey, but its size was just 32B, nowhere near sufficient to cope with her flourishing rack. Amy had never even had a ‘rack’ before, but now her blossoming breasts sent her required band as well as cup size spiralling. Soon she was having trouble stretching the band around herself at all; with her bra clutching onto her mammoth breasts in front, she simply couldn’t make the fasteners meet around her back. Eventually after much grunting and straining, Amy finally hooked the almost painfully tight underwear around herself, the cups biting way into her swollen tits whilst the band dug into her back and sides. Although she almost immediately regretted cramming her boobs into the tiny brassiere, she never for a second thought she was large enough to burst out of it. That was until only a few uncomfortable minutes later when she heard the pop of stitching and her stolid breasts wriggled free of the overwhelmed garment as the fastener ripped free from its seams. Now she found herself shopping online for frankly ridiculous cup sizes, simply skipping ahead to each website’s upper limit,
“50KK!” Amy gawked, barely imagining ever being able to fill out such a mammoth bra, even with her proliferating tits, “A hundred and fifty dollars!”
The bloated, naked masses bulging from her straining chest bobbed thickly as she looked down towards them as she sat at her desk as if mocking her. Just below them, obscured by her swelling tits and bulging under the desk, her giant belly rested heavily atop her thighs. The price was ludicrous. And yet the aching in Amy’s shoulders told her she would have to shell out for it.

*****

Whilst Amy was waiting for the package to arrive through the mail, the increasingly sparse contents of her cupboards told her she would soon be forced to venture out of her flat for the first time since her strange growth had begun. An absolute lack of even basic commodities like milk and bread forced her into the decision of making a grocery shop. Amy was as diligent as she could be in the planning of this, careful to avoid her usual haunts and taking a bus ride to a store she had never before visited. The walk of a few blocks to the bus stop was much more tiring than it had ever been due to Amy’s increased weight, but as she paid her fare and waddled onto the bus, she wondered if she would be offered a seat for the first time in her life. It was almost with disappointment that she glanced up the aisle to find the bus mostly empty, before her cheeks colored as she caught glances from other passengers astounded at the young girl’s enormity. Amy wore a comfortable tracksuit; at least, it was comfortable when she first put it on that morning, even zipping the jacket up the middle of her enormous baby bump. But her neverending expansion quickly rendered it uncomfortably tight, until slivers and glimpses of stretched flesh began to sneak out from the gaps and joins in her clothing. With the jogging pants of her purple ensemble hitched below the jutting swell of her growing belly and the top supplemented with a white vest beneath, she was never in danger of bursting out of her clothing. But on an increasingly arduous shopping journey in which she pushed her cart around gradually wishing more and more she hadn’t made this trip, Amy found herself pulling and dragging at her clothes progressively more often to ensure they contained her swelling form. Which, by the time she hailed a cab outside and was helped by the driver to load her groceries into the taxi, they definitely didn’t, instead showing an ever-present stripe of developing belly skin between the waistband and hem of her outfit. The journey home was spent in awkward silence as Amy self-consciously felt herself swelling inexorably into her tightening clothing as she caught and re-caught the cabbie’s eyes staring at her preposterously inflated form in the rearview,
‘He thinks I’m just going to go ‘Whoosh!’ and pop,’ Amy convinced herself as she sprawled in the back seat with her gut ballooning between her spreadeagle legs, not considering for a moment that the driver more likely thought her ready to go into labour at any moment. She had long since attained that stretched, full, stiff look of a woman advanced in pregnancy and nearing her due date. Her boobs stood out starkly from her chest, two almost artificially rigid-looking spheres lending her the appearance of a pregnant glamour model whose ridiculously augmented breasts were a nuisance in her current condition. They were a nuisance, only not for the reason anyone observing Amy might have thought, and anyone who did so would never guess she was as thin as a rake and almost athletically flatchested just a few days ago. Amy’s braless tits stuck what seemed like miles out in front of her restrained by just her vest, so that only a portion of her belly was visible to her between her deepening cleavage. The ten minute cab ride seemed to take an eternity, but after craning herself from the seat, Amy graciously tipped the driver as he wordlessly helped carry her groceries to her apartment. She huffed with relief as she closed her front door behind her and stripped the uncomfortable tracksuit jacket off straight away, appreciably bigger and heavier than when she had left just a couple of hours previously.

*****

A blast of chilly air on her midriff awoke Amy, and she started to find that her belly had swollen right out from under the duvet and was hanging in the cold morning air of her bedroom,
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding!” Amy exclaimed as she awoke and wearily saw she had swelled far more than she could have expected overnight. Whilst it was no California king, Amy had splashed out on a queen-sized bed when she moved in to her apartment. It was far from tiny, and the fact that she had outgrown her furniture worried Amy. Shuffling further over on the mattress and dragging her ballooning gut to make a mound beneath the sheets again, the quickly-fattening preggo summoned up the strength and will to get up. One she did so, she soon began her daily rifle through her wardrobe. Amy was finding to her frustration that since she was young and hadn’t experienced much fluctuation in her weight, all of her clothes were broadly the same size. Day after day, Amy spent the morning performing her habitual spot check of her clothing options, and soon found she had outgrown almost everything in the house. Sure, she could still cover her legs with track pants and wear unbuttoned cardigans and so on to cover her arms, but in terms of covering her whole body, she was out of luck. No dress could even be remotely persuaded to tackle her belly and even t-shirts that had always covered her body down to her butt could only just be stretched over her tits before running out of fabric. She felt the weight of her enormous tummy pushing down upon her pelvis and her slender hips as she stood before her ransacked wardrobe with very little in the way of clothing options available.

*****

Amy awoke the next morning with the familiar if unwanted feeling of butterflies in her tummy. By lunchtime those butterflies had turned to bats and finally in the evening she felt the first hesitant kick from one of her unborn children upon the outer wall of her womb,
“Awwww, was that a lil’ kick my precious little one?” she cooed, leaning forwards with a proud maternal smile as she tickled her belly with her forefinger around where she felt the movement. Several times over the next hour or so Amy was certain she felt the same baby make the same motion, until suddenly she experienced the same sensation all the way over the other side of her belly,
“Ohhh, have you found your feet too?” she beamed with an encouraging prod at the site of the latest kick. Just then another jolt from the unreachable front of her spherical tummy made Amy jump, again far too distant for it to be the same baby,
“Word spreads fast amongst you, doesn’t it?” smiled Amy as the action was repeated. Or was that another, adjacent baby? Soon there was movement from an unmistakably fresh spot, and whilst the original kicker shifted anew, more activity from a distant corner of her huge bump,
“Oh, you’re... you’re all learning at once,” Amy anxiously exclaimed, her pleased smile fading slightly as more babies joined in simultaneously,
“Very... very good!” she giggled nervously as the commotion inside her increased and she sat upright in her armchair, squeezing her thighs into the bottom of her now-quivering belly as she cradled the top with her arms,
“Well done!” she winced with a more and more forced grin as more and more babies joined in with their brothers and sisters, “Agh! That’s kind of h-hurting now,”
Despite her protests, her womb was now a hive of activity as an amazing number of thrashing kicks and blows continued unabated. Still more kept on joining them with very little that Amy could do to stop them as she looked on in growing discomfort,
“Oooh! Ow! Just a little more gently, please!” she whimpered, which only heralded new participants. Every time it seemed that every baby must now be moving both arms and legs, a previously undisturbed spot of Amy’s bump awoke with activity. Soon it seemed as if every single child within her was engaged in trying out their newfound limbs, sorely testing the poor girl’s stretched skin,
“Aaagh! Oooh! That’s enough! Stop!” she soon found herself yelling at her belly, which was a maelstrom of internal movement, causing the youngster’s first stretchmarks to peel out across the front of her shaking belly,
“Oooooff!” she wheezed as a particularly strong kick was aimed back inwards at her body, striking something within her torso painfully, “Uuuuugghh, that... hurt...”
Winded, Amy flopped slightly to one side, which seemed to snap the babies out of their fun. Breathing deeply, she gradually recovered from the stunning blow with the dull ache still burning somewhere behind her baby-crowded bump. Adrenaline stung Amy’s veins and her breathing rasped in her throat as she realised the true danger of her cargo for the first time. That kick had hit something vital within her body, which was becoming more and more vulnerable as she grew ever more impossibly large.

*****

“Excuse me, do you have anything, uhm... bigger... th-than this?”
The store assistant’s mouth fell open as she turned around and found Amy’s belly staring at her,
“I... I’ll... well the... I think... I’ll j-... umm, I’ll just need to, ah... go... and, ah... check,” the slim teenage blond managed to stutter out, taking the parachute-like size 20 dress from Amy and hurrying off abruptly. The clerk dived through swinging double doors to the shop’s staff only area, leaving an embarrassed Amy to hang around awkwardly. She was now deeply regretting that morning’s almost spur-of-the-moment decision to leave the house in search of some new attire,
“This is ridiculous, I need clothes!” she had told herself, left with almost nothing but her trusty 50KK bra. She had improvised an outfit with the few wearable clothes she had remaining and waddled defiantly out of her front door. Having struggled outside and squeezed herself into the back of a taxi – it was doubtful as to whether she would fit at all – Amy was now forced to heave her bloated frame around a department store in search of clothing. A few moments after being left alone in the store, one of the stockroom doors edged open, the blonde who just spoke to Amy motioning in her direction to a colleague, who looked equally as shocked and disappeared. Several times she noticed the preceding store assistant repeat the process to a new colleague, until clearly word spread up the chain of command, and a suit jacketed female manager in her thirties was the new witness. Doing a better job of containing her emotions as Amy watched out of the corner of her eye, she breezed over professionally,
“I believe you’re looking for a larger size than the 20, ma’am,” the supervisor smiled to the heavily pregnant woman taking up most of the gap between some liberally-spaced rails,
“That’s right,” Amy nodded self-consciously,
“I see, in any particular style?” the manager enquired with a momentary, unconscious glance towards Amy’s astronomical baby belly. Her unspoken point being,
‘Look lady, we haven’t got a lot that can cover that thing, so even if I bring you the ugliest outfit in the shop, beggars can’t be choosers, right?’
“Any would be fine,” Amy replied with a weak smile, sending the store employee hastening back behind the scenes. When a collection of truly sprawling dresses were presented to her a few minutes later, Amy was grateful to the manager for her help and waddled off to the changing room to try the mostly black garments on for size. The mirrored compartments themselves were dauntingly tiny from Amy’s point of view, almost too small to admit her burgeoning belly. Thankfully she found that the room was just large enough to accommodate her and for her to turn around in carefully. But she had barely peeled off her old ill-fitting clothes when,
*Thnnnk!*
“Oh...”
*Thuunnnnkk!*
“Uh-oh!”
*THUNNNK!*
“Oh, please not here!”
*BLOMMFF!*
“Owww!” she winced as her stretched skin popped outward in a reddened ding before disappearing just as quickly,
“Oh please don’t kick me my little cherubs, mommy is doing her very best!”
*THWACKK!*
“Aaaaaagh! That hurt, ya little brat!”
*THUDDDD! THNNNKK! THWUDD!*
“Okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Amy stuttered weakly as her belly began rocking with activity, and she was forced to brace herself with her hands on the cubicle walls,
*BOOMPH!*
“...it’s just that, well...”
*Boomph!*
“...Mommy is very full with you all and...”
*Thudd!*
“...I don’t know how much more I can take...”

“May I ask... how far along you are, ma’am?” the curious store supervisor asked later, trying to make conversation as Amy paid for her new dresses,
“Oh-ho er... I... can’t remember right now,” a flustered Amy giggled nervously, wary of telling the lady the mind-boggling total of just thirteen days, managing to skirt the question by adding, “Could be... hah... any day now!”
“I see,” the employee nodded and smiled, “And how many, might I ask, are you carrying?”
The sweat prickled the back of Amy’s neck as she shifted on the spot uncomfortably, feeling a couple of her multitudinous cargo stir inside her,
“I... ah... don’t know... it’s... it’s sort of a... an ummm, a surrogate... thing... I’m doing,” she managed to mumble out, garnering a genuine smile from the young lady before,
“Well I think that’s extremely commendable,” she beamed, “May I call you a taxi? Please, it’s the least I can do.”

“Uuughh! Never again!” Amy moaned, tumbling into her apartment some time later with a plethora of shopping bags in each hand. She tried to drive from her mind the astonished looks and whispered comments that had surrounded her for the duration of the trip as the door slammed shut,
“Never... again!” she repeated, breathless from exertion and with her burdened back aching from carrying her copious cargo. Amy could tell as she leant heavily against the closed apartment door that not only were her clothes shopping days over, but any other trip out in public was extremely unlikely to happen again. Amy may have been preposterously huge, far larger than it was even possible for a pregnant woman to be, and yet everyone who saw her was so at a loss to explain her abundant size, that was the only explanation they could think of. She couldn’t blame people for gawping; not even Amy could believe how big she had gotten. If the tables were turned and she saw somebody of her current size staggering down the street, she would probably have stared too. But that didn’t stop it from being hurtful. The moment when she noticed somebody taking a photo of her out of the corner of her eye was creepy and hurtful in equal parts, all of which were experiences she wished not to repeat. More practically however, Amy was simply getting too big to leave the apartment; extended periods on her feet were becoming uncomfortably problematic. Not to mention that her sheer size made manoeuvring increasingly difficult. The other fact of the matter, Amy realised over the following days, was that the fruits of her considerable labors simply weren’t enough to justify what she had to go through to procure them. Sure, the giant, parachute-like dresses spanned her massive baby bump at first, but she was outgrowing them astoundingly quickly. By the time she came to wear the fourth dress she had bought, it failed to cover the arcing lower hemisphere of her belly, which stuck out of the bottom at shin-level. Coupled with her boobs, which were so big and fanned the dress’ zipper out so far it wouldn’t even budge an inch towards fastening, Amy was soon dwarfing the unwearable garments. Not only was finding more or larger items of clothing extremely unlikely, but Amy was quite simply too fat and heavy to repeat the journey. Even the short trips from room to room in her apartment had become exhausting ordeals due to her incredible size and huge weight, neither of which Amy was willing to display outdoors again,
‘They’ll call the goddam Ghostbusters on me,’ she thought to herself as she checked her distorted reflection in the mirror. Perhaps she could find more wearable clothes online, but for now she once again owned nothing that could cover her burgeoning body,
“Ohhhh I think I’m more babies than person,” Amy grumbled aloud with both hands on the aching small of her back as she viewed the darkened, anguished seam running vertically down the front of her vast gut, punctuated by the tautened smear of her belly button.

*****

A bulging Amy waddled into the kitchen diner, her hands clamped to the small of her back to buttress her laden spine. She wore a pair of trousers tightly clinging to the beginnings of her huge tum where it sprouted from her midriff, her ever-dependable 50KK bra and nothing more. Her huge belly wobbled and wavered in midair before her, stretchmarks daubing its tautened surface. Amy had managed to rise before her babies that morning, and they now awakened one by one with their mothers’ movement around her increasingly small-seeming apartment,
“Morning, children,” she cooed to them, feeling remarkably relaxed by the almost massaging effect of their gradual stirring. Her crowded belly burbled soothingly with activity, rather than seething with the painful jarring that had woken her over the previous few mornings. For the first time, Amy found herself actually feeling pregnant, and feeling the tranquil, contented happiness that she had always associated with the condition from glossy magazine photos of glowingly healthy women caressing their cute bumps serenely with smiles on their lips. Her skin seemed to be coping remarkably well this morning, feeling positively slack and prepared for the challenges of the day. She was heavy; more heavy than she could ever have possibly imagined being, but it was a weight that she could for the time being cope with. Of course she was vast, but Amy had almost grown used to that. All in all, she contemplated as she poured herself a glass of orange juice and drank from it, she was feeling surprisingly good this morning,
“Ah, you’re right, it’s time for breakfast,” Amy muttered playfully as more and more of her brood stirred, but was surprised to be greeted with a bubbling of activity from within her,
“Oh!” she exclaimed, “You know what breakfast is? D’you want breakfast?”
An unmistakably affirmative flurry of excitement coursed through her womb. Enthralled by the remarkable intelligence of her litter, Amy habitually sat backwards onto a kitchen chair. She realised her mistake almost immediately but, girding her thighs futilely, found she was too far down and too incredibly heavy to arrest her momentum. The sturdy metal legs creaked and bent like heated plastic as the enormous preggo’s vast weight bore down upon them, sinking several inches as Amy squeezed her eyes shut, ready for a painful fall as she squashed the chair. Her look of alarm gradually turned to relief several seconds later as the frame eventually held. She slumped her arms upon her colossal gut, which now rested on the floor,
“Jesus, I can’t believe how heavy this thing is. I didn’t think the chair was gonna hold,” gulped Amy, staring at her belly, before the reassuring sensation of the floor’s support hit her. The titanic teen moaned with pleasure at the respite, as she felt her colossal weight melt from her body for the first time in weeks and transfer to the flooring below her. From her half-crouched position her boobs rested on her belly, which in turn rested on the ground, with none of the load lumbered on the petite youngster. She sighed happily and continued to drink her orange juice, enjoying the moment and trying not to think about how difficult getting up would eventually be.

*****

The trip to the clothes store had spooked Amy. Every second she was in public felt like she was avoiding capture and that some top secret government agency would scoop her up and bundle her away to a laboratory at any moment. For this reason, she decided on what to definitely not do, which was go to a doctor or a hospital. However that was where her plan ended. Other than managing the day-to-day difficulties of her condition, she had no long-term goal in mind. Her current target, as she swayed her unmanageably big belly through her increasingly cramped surroundings that morning, was to take the crushing weight back off her feet again. A growth spurt lasting several days had seized her bloated body lately, which seemed to reel in Amy’s skin at an alarming rate. Her midriff looked agonisingly shiny with tension, the pink and purple stretchmarks all over it throbbing as she grew. Fat blue veins popped out across her chest and boobs as her udders flourished and rapidly overcame the teen’s once-plentiful underwear. Before she knew it, the 50KK bra that had once seemed so dauntingly vast until becoming her constant companion would no longer fasten around her swollen bust,
“Uuufff, these things are gonna pop!” a braless Amy moaned, cupping her thickly engorged breasts as she looked down at her areolas in the mirror, darkened like two storm clouds. Her deep brown nipples tingled as she wrestled her gigantic tits with her hands and forearms,
“Oww! No, seriously, they actually are!” she warned herself aloud as the sensation intensified and spread until every inch of breast skin seemed to prickle, feeling extremely stiff. Over the course of a few seconds the tingling built and built, until it abruptly transferred to the tips of her nipples,
“Oohhh no, oh please don’t...” she stopped short as she felt the pressure build to a crescendo and then release as her udders disgorged a stream of warm milk, showering her huge belly and shooting forwards several feet to spray the mirror. Amy stood dumbfounded, eventually beginning to wipe the liquid from her tense skin. If any doubt in her mind had remained, it was now eradicated entirely; Amy simply couldn’t go outside. Not only was she far too big and heavy to move freely, but her growth had become increasingly unpredictable, as had the behaviour of her clutch of babies. Sometimes she seemed to have stopped growing entirely and the children barely stirred for hours on end. At other times she felt like she was being inflated with a pump whilst her brood juddered around inside her so uncomfortably that Amy could do nothing other than sit or lie down and wait for the expansion to end. And now her boobs had started randomly spraying milk. So having noticed a commercial on TV later that day, Amy decided to try grocery shopping online. So she found a store in her area taking online orders who could deliver her goods; after all, she needed more food now than she ever had to quell her babies’ insatiable appetites. It was only after clicking ‘Confirm’ that Amy began to consider how she would take receipt of the delivery without the courier seeing her,
“Delivery!” called the driver outside Amy’s front door following a knock so loud it made her jump,
“Umm, hi!” replied Amy, “You couldn’t do me a favour and leave the stuff in the corridor, could you?”
That was the best she could come up with, in the time she had to think about it. There was no plan ‘B’,
“Sure, lady, they’re your groceries,” he yelled through the door disinterestedly, followed by the unmistakeable thud of some dropped boxes. Amy clenched her fists in a ‘Yes!’ motion as she heard the man leave without ceremony, and retrieved her groceries a few minutes later.

*****

“Coming! Coming! Coming!” Amy wheezed, lurching as fast as her overburdened legs could carry her towards her ringing phone. Her belly had swollen downwards to an awkward size that Amy could only convey around very clumsily. She saw the screen read ‘Unknown Caller’ as Amy answered, putting the phone to her ear,
“Hello?” she puffed, her enlarged chest heaving,
“Hello, Amy,” came the witheringly familiar female voice on the other end of the line,
“M-Mom!” Amy blurted, immediately stirring her prying mother’s easily-aroused suspicions,
“Yes Amy it’s your mother, why haven’t you called?” she demanded, clearly setting aside her daughter’s jumpy response as a main event. As long as Amy could remember, her mother had been a nightmare parent; nothing she had ever done had been to her mother’s satisfaction, which was the main reason the teenager lived away from home at the relatively young age of eighteen. Of course she loved her mom, but now the same thought that had occurred to her thousands of times came again,
‘God, she’s a bitch,’
For the moment Amy simply stared down guiltily at the cavernous gut jutting mockingly from her previously immature-looking frame. She knew there was absolutely no way she could tell her nosey mother about this. Even if she did believe the sketchy absurdity of the story, Amy felt sure that her mom would be no help whatsoever,
‘She’d probably have me locked away in some underground testing chamber for the rest of my life,’ Amy considered as she made the split-second decision to keep her predicament secret from her parent. But for now, her mom was still barking away,
“Can I come over?”
“No... I... don’t think that’s a good idea... now’s... not a good time,” Amy stuttered,
‘This is not good,’ she thought to herself; she couldn’t give her mother the slightest excuse to come over, and would have to improve her act if she were to deter her,
“Why, what’s wrong?” came the instant enquiry,
“Nothing’s wrong, mom!”
“You’ve quit that job of yours, haven’t you?
“No, mom...”
“How are you paying the bills?”
“I haven’t quit, mom,” Amy droned, the back of her neck spiking with sweat as her mother’s line of enquiry drew a little too close to home,
“Have you finally found a man?”
“Mom!”
“You’re not pregnant already are you?” came the unerringly accurate question,
“Mom! I am not... pregnant!” Amy protested, sounding convincing even to herself despite the monumental bump stretching out for what seemed like miles in front of her,
“Well... that’s okay, then,” her mother sniffed satisfactorily, although somewhat perturbed that she just couldn’t home in on why Amy was being so cagey with her. Usually her daughter simply gave in straight away to her overbearing disapproval, but here they found themselves at an impasse. Amy’s famously passive-aggressive mom had never been in a position where she had to either capitulate to her offspring or directly disobey her. Amy similarly sensed this as an awkward silence descended upon them. Her heart fluttered. The conversation was at an end. They would make their excuses and speak next time. Unfortunately, whether it was her nervousness, her raised heartbeat or her raised voice, something had disturbed Amy’s children,
*WHUMMP!* went an abrupt kick from inside her belly,
“Uhmm...” she grunted, cringing as she tried to disguise the dull impact as a cough,
“What was that?” came the chiming nag in her ear. Amy cursed inwardly and lay a trembling hand on her cavernous gut in an attempt to quell the movement,
“Nothing mom, there’s... uh... some work being done upstairs I think,” she seemed to find herself saying, “That’s... why it’s not a good time... I can hardly hear myself think, never mind speak on the phone,”
“What sort of work...”
*THUUMMP!*
“...Amy?”
“What... Mom? Sorry,” Amy playacted, shouting into the phone, “Look Mom I’m sorry I’ll call when I can, okay?”
“Amy?”
“Okay, bye Mom! Love you!”
She hung up,
“Can’t you keep still for just a moment?” she spoke to her enormous tummy as soon as the call disconnected, its taut skin rippling with innumerable tiny internal kicks. Tiny for the moment at any rate, but growing by the instant.

*****

“In the corridor, please!” Amy called as her latest grocery order was delivered that morning,
“Huh?” replied the male voice, with a slightly lighter accent and in a slightly higher pitch than usual. It was somebody new. Amy’s heart jumped,
“Oh, hi! My usual guy leaves my groceries in the hall!”
“Oh... I, uh... I see,” the man replied uncertainly, “Steve’s off sick today, ma’am, I just need you to sign for these,”
“I don’t usually sign for them!” Amy protested, with a feeling of surmounting horror at the mere prospect of opening the door with her enormous belly exploding from her diminutive figure. Her eyes widened in anticipation of an answer, she listened carefully as the man showed no indication of leaving,
“Can’t you pass the docket under the door?”
There was some fumbling before a dirty sheet of A4 with pink carbon paper beneath was prodded underneath,
“Thanks! I’ve, ah... just got outta the shower!”
“Umm... oh!”