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Showing no signs of letting up, the couple’s pregnancies accelerated over the following days, affecting each of the girls differently. Mia’s body exploited the opportunity to endow her with a set of curves she had never before thought possible, as her busts’ growth far outstripped her girlfriend’s to the extent that Mia sported a pair of stunning basketballs when Neesha’s breasts had stirred by just a few cup sizes. Bras were quickly rendered out of the question by the busty raven-haired girl, whose wardrobe of relatively slight underwear was no match for the scale her tits attained. Although Mia’s belly was certainly growing rapidly, she seemed almost slim in contract to Neesha’s development. Hips flared and buttocks fattened from her previously strong but sinewy figure whilst her giant bump distended from her front, soon to a size that she couldn’t reach all the way around and make her hands meet and with just a day or so more growth, Neesha couldn’t even reach the front of her belly anymore. Of course being more athletically-inclined, she was better built to carry all of her extra load, a fact that was not lost on the shorter and generally more petite Mia, who enviously eyed the ease with which her partner conveyed herself, whilst she felt crushed by her blossoming bulk. Extra pounds added to the lanky Neesha’s body looked almost necessary, whilst Mia grew stout and plump with baby weight, her boobs looking pregnant themselves they inflated so fast. She found herself subject to pregnancy cravings for sweet, sugary snacks, which she would regularly waddle to the galley at all hours to pilfer, in turn heaping more excess poundage onto her frame. Soon she found herself jiggling in places she had never felt before, as her thighs, ass and hips swelled outwards and she secretly felt like a blimp,
“Neesh?” Mia began one morning, the two still in their separate bunks,
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever seen anyone this pregnant?”
There was a silent pause,
“...Umm, no,”
“Have you ever heard of anyone being this pregnant?”
“I don’t think so,”
There was another pause,
“Neesh?”
“Yeah?”
“How are we this big?” Mia asked, turning her head to where Neesha lay curled up, although her view was blocked by her mound of a tummy. Neesha cautiously uncoiled her legs and sat up slightly, looking across the bedroom at Mia. It was a question that she had considered herself previously, as both were now conspicuously enormous, far, far larger than the rationally-minded pilot thought possible. Neesha glanced over at her previously lean girlfriend, now perched on the edge of her mattress looking expectantly across the room after her customary morning struggle to heave herself upright. She was gently nursing the astoundingly vast gut ballooning from her midriff, its curved front daubed vertically with a dark maternal line far beyond her arms’ reach. Her heavy belly bowed her comparatively tiny body, swinging towards the ground from her hips whilst the deep-colored stripe circled her throbbing, popped-out navel, slung low on her bursting bump. Mia’s dappled, stretched skin was coping grudgingly with its vast load, hugging her bulging tummy tightly as it spread way beyond its natural capacity,
“Our hormones must be working overtime,” Neesha considered, staring at Mia’s insanely bloated belly somehow containing her massive litter as she answered,
“I think mine need to switch their priorities,” Mia puffed out her cheeks as she stopped tending to her bump and pulled at the top which her furiously burgeoning tits were forced into and were threatening to explode from at any time. The vest she wore usually stretching down to her waist was so thick with boob flesh that it was only composed with enough fabric to just about cover her hormonally pumped-up breasts,
“Those boulders seriously are something special, Mi,” Neesha smiled, attempting a joke to cheer her girlfriend, who was jostling her huge tits inside the tight top,
“I’m glad they’re aesthetically pleasing,” Mia replied while her partner levered herself from horizontal, “Holy moly Neesh, save some belly for the rest of us,”
Mia gawped at the brunette’s towering bump, which hefted ponderously over the side of the mattress as Neesha sat up, tugging so onerously on her body that she had to brace her legs on the floor to stop her belly pulling her from the bed. However fat Mia felt, she knew that Neesha was clearly the larger of the two overall, with extra curves sprouting all over her body but with most of her augmented weight concentrated in her stunningly vast belly several noticeable inches larger than her younger girlfriends’,
“Phew! Yup, I was at the front of the queue when they were handing out guts!” Neesha agreed, puffing out her cheeks as her wobbling belly came to rest on her burdened, trembling frame. Her pendulous tummy bulged straight out before her as if full of air, but still dipped as low as Mia’s own slouching bump, looking tremendously overinflated as its owner rubbed her back against the awesome weight placed upon it,
“What if you also had my boobs? Or I had your belly?” Mia asked,
“I think both of us woulda popped a long time ago, honey,” Neesha smiled, with a glance from her girlfriend’s fearsome tits to her own massive gut,
“Sharin’ the burden,” Mia nodded as her partner sighed,
“This is insane,” Neesha shook her head, finding the pants she had planned on wearing simply wouldn’t button beneath her extensive swell of a belly, “We’re gonna have nothing to wear before we know it!”
“At least you don’t have these to contend with,” Mia grumbled, still trying in vain to effectively stretch her vest over the twin jutting curves of her juicily plumped-up breasts,
“I’m glad I don’t,” Neesha half-smiled, attempting to button her pants again before hesitantly asking, “But... aren’t you finding you’re putting on weight in... other... areas... than the obvious ones?”
“You mean...”
“Well, put it like this,” said Neesha, “It’s not my belly stopping these pants from fastening,”
She was just looking for confirmation from her girlfriend; it was blatantly obvious to Neesha that Mia had piled on the pounds apart from her swelling belly and boobs. Extra weight was even evident around her face in the beginnings of a double chin,
“I guess,” Mia self-consciously mumbled, “My ass and my thighs really... but isn’t that where all pregnant women put on weight?”
“I guess,” Neesha echoed, “But this isn’t really your average pregnancy,”
“Hmmm. Sure makes getting dressed a chore,” nodded the younger of the pair,
“There must be standard-issue stuff onboard somewhere,” Neesha reasoned,
“All I can think of are those grey company coveralls,” Mia shrugged, “And they’re no use to us,”
“At least they’d cover our legs and arms,” offered Neesha,
“And what, we don’t zip ‘em up and have our boobs and bellies bulgin’ out the front?” Mia scoffed,
“Well...”
“There’s no point Neesh, we can just turn up the temperature to keep warm,” the hefty Mia said, before wincing, “Pheewww, anyway, it’s support I’m craving,” again jostling her sorely bloated boobs contorting her vest to breaking point, “These things are just like, ‘Gadoi-oi-oinnngg!’... taut, y’know?”

“Neesha?” Mia called through the deserted, echoing metallic corridors of the ship one morning, awakening a little later than usual to find her girlfriend missing and her bedcovers piled in disarray,
“Neeeeshaaaa?” Mia repeated in the passageway outside, her partner nowhere to be found. The edge of the hatch was cold against Mia’s massive naked tummy and after carefully turning and trudging back into the quarters, she yawned and stretched,
“Computer, where’s Neesha?” she asked, as the screen’s greenish blue displayed Neesha’s lifesigns as being on the recreation deck,
“Oh good, I could use a soak,” Mia told both herself and the passive computer, padding over to retrieve her towel from a drawer. She cast the white cotton sheet over her shoulder and set out barefoot from the sleeping quarters, swaying heavily from side to side under the considerable influence of her giant belly. Mia took her time to waddle casually to the transit chute, levered herself into the pod and, keying in her destination of the recreation deck, she sat back as the system began with a whirr and whisked her away without any sensation of motion. Breathing slightly heavily after the exertion of walking, Mia looked over her expanding bust to the arcing curve of her tremendous belly, which looked undeniably larger even since yesterday. She puffed out her cheeks as the claustrophobic interior of the capsule meant her tummy bore down on her thighs, even with her legs spread so that her knees touched each wall. Although her bump wasn’t immovably taut and the section between her legs bulged down slightly, the weight atop her thighs was uncomfortable, and Mia grunted as she stiffly exited the chute a few minutes later. Now on the recreation deck, she lumbered along while the feeling returned to her legs towards the main floor where the computer had shown Neesha to be. Mia would usually have called to her girlfriend but was slightly short of breath and then heard activity in the recreation room, which meant that Neesha wasn’t in the tub,
‘What’s that noise?’ Mia asked herself, ‘It sounds a lot like... is she...?’
Mia couldn’t help smiling as she recognized the once familiar but slightly out-of-context sound and crept to peek around the corner. She shook her head as she confirmed Neesha’s activity, her smile fading slightly as her concern for her partner grew. Neesha, despite her giant gut being of a size even larger than Mia’s, was pounding away on the treadmill, her augmented weight thumping onto the equipment loudly. Whilst Mia admired her girlfriend’s determined attitude and resolve to not be hindered by her condition, she recognized her activity as slightly crazy whilst Neesha’s cheeks shone bright crimson, her mouth wide open gasping for breath. She ran at a fast jog not far short of her usual exercise pace, arms pumping away at her sides with her fists clenched, bouncing and jostling her burgeoning tits that she had somehow crammed into an extensive sports bra which failed entirely to arrest their movement. As Mia moved slowly into the room, she could see that Neesha was bathed in sweat, her back soaked, hair matted against her forehead and her giant belly glistening all over with moisture. Neesha’s capacious bump itself heaved up and down with every stride she took, threatening not only to topple her over but to split off her body with its sheer weight and momentum. Her legs tripped and stumbled often beneath it, her knees unable to rise very far without jagging her belly painfully,
*WHOMP-WHOMP-WHOMP-WHOMP!*
Went Neesha on the unfortunate treadmill, Mia stepping easily unnoticed behind her amidst the machine’s whirr and her girlfriend’s thunderous stomps and labored panting,
“Well, at least your ass looks good,” Mia said with a smile, loud enough for Neesha to hear, as she looked at the cycling shorts clinging to the jogger’s rear,
“Mia! Oh God, treadmill off!” a mortified Neesha shrieked as she thumped along. The machine failed to respond,
“I said treadmill off!” she repeated, unable to be heard over her own footfalls and, as she found by swiping ineffectively at the control panel, too fat to reach the manual controls. Neesha’s girth had now obviously grown larger than her arms’ length in front of her as she remained struggling along on the treadmill,
“Oh God! Mia, help!” she wailed as a concerned but smirking Mia wandered slowly alongside the gym apparatus and finally hit the ‘stop’ button. Neesha and the treadmill both wheezed to a halt, Neesha holding her knees as she puffed and panted to get her breath back,
“Don’t you think you’re, maybe... a little too... fat and heavy to be doing that?” Mia asked condescendingly,
“I’m not... letting this... beat me...” Neesha gasped in response,
“Nobody’s saying you are doing!” Mia remonstrated, “But there’s better ways to go about it than shattering your pelvis or breaking a leg! My belly feels ready to drop off me at the best of times, never mind if I tried to bounce it off whumping along on a treadmill!”
“I... didn’t want you to see me... when I’m weak... I’m stronger than this,” Neesha explained through gritted teeth,
“Neesh, you probably weigh twice what you used to! You can’t expect to just ignore that!” her girlfriend protested, with a gesture to the taller brunette’s vastly inflated body, her boobs and butt barely contained by two trembling, overstretched strips of black lycra that hardly deserved the titles of bra and shorts, whilst her vast belly ballooned outwards and extended down to knee level,
“Come on Neesh, let’s just get in the tub,” Mia offered as her exhausted partner gradually regained her breath,
“I’m alright, you go first,” she puffed grumpily,
“I meant together,” said Mia, taking Neesha’s hand with a naughty grin, “While we aren’t too fat to both fit.”

Neesha found herself awake first again the next morning as per usual; her girlfriend had always been a late riser as long as she could remember, and Mia’s pregnancy had just compounded her lazy nature. Sighing as she looked around the berths they slept in, Neesha decided to again wander down to the recreation deck as she had done many times before Mia woke up. She had no intention to use the treadmill again as she had been caught previously doing. Not only learning her lesson from the embarrassment of last time, even the obdurate Neesha accepted she was far too large to exercise,
‘Just moving is exercise enough!’ she maligned as she slowly shuffled herself out of bed and levered herself troublesomely upright, her big naked breasts swinging burdensomely from her chest as her stiff, immovable belly burst from her midriff. Neesha took a few moments to check the navigation and comms systems, but the Mason-Dixon was still too far out for anyone to miss the ship. However their due date in port was later that day, the pilot noticed, so a red flag would be raised in a few hours. As heartening as that was, she also recognized that nobody would physically look for the ship for another few days on the daily long-range scan, but hopefully they would be close enough for the Abdosians to notice before too long. Neesha nodded to herself before looking over at her sleeping partner. Not wanting to disturb her in the now almost futile attempt to find clothing big enough to dress, the still-nude brunette set quietly out for the recreation deck, grunting softly as she got her huge load’s movement underway. She had always been tall and statuesquely built, but as Neesha squeaked along feeling the cold metal grating of the ship’s gangways between her toes, her legs seemed shorter than they had ever been. Despite the cool metal on her feet and the ship’s temperate climate, Neesha perspired slightly beneath her sweltering mass. Her gait had been altered by the ballooning tummy she supported, as she leaned back to bear its gravid weight and swung her hips stiffly to move her legs. She felt as if her knees didn’t bend at all as she staggered exaggeratedly along, locked straight to support her enormous bulk as her arms flailed almost as if propelling her forwards. Puffing breathlessly whilst walking, her titanic tummy swayed rigidly left and right with each pace in time to her body’ s contortions to haul it along. She staggered the fifty or so meters to the transit chute and paused to prop herself against the wall with her hands to recover, bending over forwards to relieve some of the weight from her hips, her massive girth almost touching the floor in the process. Eventually she pressed the button to slide the doors open and squeezed her giant tummy aboard the carriage, flopping heavily down onto her bare backside,
“Recreation deck,” Neesha wheezed as the doors hissed closed and the system flickered to life, depositing her on the requested deck a regrettably short sit-down later. She puffed out her cheeks and pulled her increasingly unshiftable mass from the pod, wondering why she had come to this deck in the first place,
‘I just want to sit down and not feel so damned heavy!’ she complained inwardly, looking apathetically from the hot tub to the augmented reality suite to the sauna and beyond. Remaining too long in the transit chute carrier after its cycle had finished for some reason enraged the computer, which set off all kinds of warnings and error messages, so seeing a bench nearby, Neesha plonked herself down. She considered her next action, her belly resting on the floor between her legs as she unconsciously nursed the stretched skin on its dipping curves,
‘Wonder what the miracles of modern medicine could do for us?’ Neesha wondered as her roving gaze settled on the medical bay just behind the twin hot tubs. She waited for the aching in her hips and back to subside and hoisted herself clear of the bench to waddle over to the treatment center, passing through the glass automatic doors. Having never ventured to this room on the Mason-Dixon, Neesha was disappointed to find the place almost featureless, save for some benches similar to the one she had just left on three of the walls. However, her presence clearly prompted some emergency protocol to kick in as suddenly machinery whirred away behind the walls and floor. Hatches swished open revealing medical supplies, two examination tables hummed up from the ground in the room’s center and robotic arms sprouted from two walls to Neesha’s left and right. She raised her eyebrows and stumbled over to a bench next to one of the mechanized arms. It rotated in front of her in response, displaying on a holographic projection in front of her,

‘Concorde Pharmaceuticals Interstellar MediBot™:
How can I help?’

Neesha raised her eyebrows further, nodding at the impressive equipment,
“Er... diagnostic?” she said to the bot, and the screen began to display information,

‘Concorde Pharmaceuticals Interstellar MediBot™ 2.5
Manufactured 05.26.2524
Operating System ver. 4.1.5...’

“No, no... cancel,” Neesha huffed frustratedly, unfamiliar with the command architecture of the interface. She tried a different approach,
“Just... tell me what’s wrong here,” she stuck her belly out slightly. The holographic display blinked off and the arm whirred into life, a wide laser beam scanning over Neesha’s belly, which the apparatus took a few circuits of before it had examined the bump’s entirety and the holographic display began,
‘Scan complete... Subject: female human (homo sapiens, homeworld Earth), 24 years,’
“Correct! You’re through to the big money round,” Neesha scoffed sarcastically, but kept her eye on the readout as it continued,
‘Human subject appears pregnant with 48 humans,’
Neesha’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the figure,
“Forty-eight!?” she screeched, “What the...”
‘Gestation period estimated to be...’ the screen blinked uncharacteristically as the modelling software processed what it was presented with, ‘7 days... recalculating... 5 weeks... recalculating... 39 weeks... recalculating... 244 weeks... recalculating...’
“Yeah, yeah, cancel, cancel, cancel,” Neesha waved at the robot, “I get it, you’re stumped... ah... confirm... subject is carrying 48 babies,”
The arm made a quick series of movements to re-scan Neesha’s huge bump, now re-calibrated to her extraordinary size,
‘Scan complete... subject pregnant with 48 humans.’
“Well... at least it’s not... anything else in there...” Neesha said aloud, thinking back to the alien-looking likeness of the idol she and Mia had touched aboard the Orta-Rala,
“Er... MediBot... proposed course of action?” she asked the system,
‘Unknown query,’
“Right... umm, prognosis?”
‘Unknown query,’
“F- Just... help me!” she pleaded, which stirred the bot back to life as it again scanned over Neesha’s hulking bump,
‘Subject stable,’ it coldly reported,
“Subject’s size forecasted to increase!” she urged,
‘Size increase will result in destabilized subject,’
“No shit!”
‘One moment please...’ the laser again skirted around Neesha’s inhuman girth quicker than ever and reported its findings, ‘Dermal repair... proceed?’
“Dermal wha...?” Neesha muttered, craning her neck to look her giant belly over. Just beyond her normal field of vision around the right-hand curve of her sprawling gut lay the silvery beginnings of a stretchmark, the first sign of strain on her skin, which had otherwise coped remarkably well until now. Neesha shivered slightly as she realized she couldn’t just inflate forever, and that at her astounding size, a limit was likely to be reached soon,
“Ah, yeah... proceed,” she told the bot. Its laser again passed over her, but far more slowly and deliberately this time, its pale blue light tingling as it passed over her stretched midriff,
“Onscreen,” she commanded, and the bot projected its perspective of the operation in front of her; it appeared to be healing her overstretched skin to its previous integrity. As it got to the pale flash of a stetchmark streaking across Neesha’s flesh, the beam erased it as it passed,
“Wow!” she couldn’t help but exclaim, and sat back as the MediBot worked its magic,
‘I’ve got to tell Mia about this, this is quite a find!’ she congratulated herself, ‘This thing could keep us healthy ‘til we reach Abdos,’
The bot finished its work, and although she felt just as heavy and her skin just as taut, Neesha recognized there was an extra resilience about her. The bot had knitted the fibers of her skin back together, undoing at least some of the damage done to her ever-swelling belly by the brood lurking within. Bolstered by her almost miraculous healing, Neesha set the robot to standby mode and craned herself up to go tell her girlfriend the good news.

“Neesh that’s a hell of a find!” Mia applauded when hearing of the MediBot,
“You should get down there right this instant, patch up that belly of yours,” Neesha smiled with a tender pat on her girlfriend’s bulging tummy,
“Who says I need it?” she retorted with a grin,
“Well you could’ve at least told me I was getting stretchmarks!” Neesha replied in mock outrage,
“Yeah, fair point,” Mia smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t have the heart, I thought you’d freak out. You coming back down to the medical bay?”
“You go on ahead,” Neesha said, “That’s made me wonder what else there is on this ship that we’ve never even thought to utilize until now,”
“So...” Mia furrowed her brow, unable to follow,
“So I’m gonna go check the inventory on the bridge while you’re getting your belly lasered,” a reinvigorated Neesha told her, “Come on, run along now, we’re onto a good thing here,”
There wasn’t a lot of ‘running along’ that Mia was able to do, but there definitely seemed a greater purpose to her actions as she struggled out of bed and wobbled towards the sleeping quarters’ door. Neesha followed down the corridor, waiting for her girlfriend to get in the available transit chute pod,
“I’ll wait on the bridge for you,” Neesha smiled as she stooped to peck Mia on the lips and straightened to let the door close. A short transit ride of her own later, Neesha was waddling breathlessly onto the bridge as the hatch slid open and she steadied herself by leaning on the edge of a console, her brow moist from exertion,
“Whew! You take... some effort to move,” she told her babies with a rub of her blooming gut, catching her breath before making her way to a computer to look up the ship’s manifest,
‘There are whole decks on this ship we’ve never even been to,’ she reasoned to herself, the ship only having been acquired by the company that same year, and this being just their second mission aboard it. In fact from the moment they had dropped abruptly out of hyperspace to now represented the most amount of time Neesha and Mia had spent on board the Mason-Dixon at once. Neesha began pouring over the data and getting the program to sort it into categories for easier review. Pretty soon, she had found something of interest,
“Jackpot! A wardrobe!” she beamed, reading the entry with glee, “Deck 3C, Starboard Room 2... Computer, internal comms to Mia,”
The computer opened a channel to the recreation deck, where Mia was still being tended to by the MediBot,
“Mi? It’s Neesh,”
The ship’s PA system echoed into life and Mia looked about at the sound of her partner’s voice,
“Neesh? You still on the bridge?” she replied,
“Yeah!” the unseen speakers filled the room with Neesha’s disembodied voice, “How you doing?”
“Nearly done, I guess,” she said, glancing to the MediBot’s steady blue beam whirring healingly around her belly, “Neesha this goddamn contraption says I’m pregnant with 47 kids!”
Back on the bridge, Neesha cursed at the quoted figure,
“No fair!” she whined, slumping in her seat, “Why’ve I got 48?”
“Ha-ha fatso!” Mia mocked over the channel as the bot completed its cycle, “Hey Neesh, I’m finished, I’ll come to you,”
“I’m not finished here yet, but I’ve got a detour for you anyway...” Neesha’s encircling voice said in the medical bay, “Deck 3C, Starboard Room 2...”

The transit chute hatch opened and Mia pried her naked butt from the seat, standing up unsteadily as the seldom-used lighting flickered on around her. There was a definite vacant feel to the deck, and it was much colder than those the pair usually frequented; the nude Mia shivered slightly but was contented by the fact that she could soon be clothed. Nevertheless, she had moved around more today than she had since boarding the Orta-Rala and the petite pilot was feeling the burden of her baby-augmented weight. She braced herself against the wall and took a few deep breaths, readying herself for the expedition to Starboard Room 2; looking at the floorplan en route, the room was at the end of a sub-corridor off the main passageway,
“Come on then,” Mia groaned, straightening herself back up and watching her spherical belly stretch at least four feet in front of her and down past knee level. She leaned back to counteract the dragging effect of her massive gut and set off, the movement commencing her increasingly hefty tits jostling each other on her chest. The journey to the room wasn’t long, and would have taken a minute at the most normally, but it was testing at Mia’s current size and took her nearer ten. She stood side-on to the doorway had pushed the button to open the uncalibrated door manually. It slid open and she waddled inside the chemical-smelling room to see the holographic display of the wardrobe booting up. Mia and Neesha couldn’t afford one of these in their apartment back on Earth, but she had used them enough times to know the drill. As she drew closer, she realized this was the type of wardrobe that some stores would use; the user could choose garments from an array of different templates and a 3D printer produced whatever was selected,
‘Perfect,’ she smiled as she stepped into the operation area; the interface was pretty usable from her experience, taking voice and gesture commands. Mia swiped through the welcome screen and was instantly struck by how many of the garments were unwearable in her current condition. She bypassed options for jeans, dresses, jackets, blouses and plenty more besides, correctly reasoning that anything that she would have to reach the front of her belly to fasten was useless. Tops would have to cover her bust but leave here expansive belly mostly naked, and any legwear would need to fasten just beneath her vast bump. Eventually she decided to try a standard pair of black pants to check the system and printer were working properly, highlighting the option with her left hand. The wardrobe attempted to scan her body, but clearly confused by her insane proportions, displayed the simple message,

‘Please select required size: - 10 12 14 +’

Mia stopped for a moment to consider the simple question,
‘What size do I need?’ she asked herself, ‘I’ve no idea what size I am anymore,’
Fortunately, she had come to the right place,
“Wardrobe, how big is my waist?” she requested, prompting a showy holographic column to rise from the floor around her and flamboyantly calculate this. The result appeared on the display,
“148 inches!?” Mia gawped, her jaw dropping open, “Jeee-sus! That means I’m... twice as fat as I am tall!”
She looked down at her tremendous girth, now understanding why day-to-day tasks were becoming such a trial. Glancing back up at the somehow vaguely exciting figure, she was inspired to investigate further,
“How much do I weigh?”
The floor glowed blue, before the figure was displayed as 251kg,
“H-h-h-oooooly shit!” Mia half-giggled, mostly amazed but again just a little thrilled at her behemoth proportions, “God, I really am the size of a house,”
Both figures confirmed the need for elasticized pants that would cover her hips but then sit below her mammoth belly. But that wasn’t the only coverage that Mia required,
“Wardrobe... what size bra do I need?”
‘Suggest: 32JJ’
“Double J’s!” Mia whooped, bouncing her engorged tits with her hands, “Jumbo jugs!”
She was actually enjoying her little shopping trip, feeling rather empowered by the non-judgmental machine and its software spewing out marvelous numbers at her. Mia rubbed her hands together as she wondered of the outfits she could explore; but first, she would take care of business,
“Wardrobe, show me the bras,” she commanded, “These things are getting mighty heavy...”

“Neesh,”
“Hmm?” Neesha woke up gradually, blinking her bleary eyes,
“Neesh!”
“Hmm! Yeah! Hmph... what?” she grunted,
“Neesh I’m too heavy to move!” Mia called from her bunk,
The brunette came to her senses,
“What?”
“I said I’m too fat to move, Neesh!” Mia replied, “Turn the goddamn gravity down, the voice controls won’t respond to that command!”
Safety protocols were set on all ships as standard to not respond to voice commands issued to vital systems like gravitational control and life support. So the larger, stronger Neesha turned arduously over in bed and reached for the console on the wall,
“C’mon... you stupid... gut!” she grunted, stretching her arm out to the panel and hauling on her giant belly. She navigated to the correct screen and dragged the cursor downwards to leave the ship’s gravity at 75%,
“That better?” she shouted, feeling lighter herself. She looked across the quarters to see Mia clambering into a sitting position,
“Nnngh! Just about!” Mia confirmed, “How is it for you?”
“I could move anyway, fatty!”
“Sh-yeah right!” Mia spluttered, “I saw you tryna shift that thing, it was like a big ol’ ball and chain!”
“Just remember who got you out of bed this morning,” Neesha countered, swiveling into a sitting position herself. The quarter-reduced gravity produced a strange sensation unlike the underwater feeling of zero-G, more akin to a slightly slowed dreamlike state that made Neesha feel rather seasick. She was glad of the reduced effort it took to haul herself vertical however, as she stood and returned the gravity to normal. But Mia hadn’t stirred from her bed, and now gazed across the room feebly,
“Urrrrgh, a little help here?” Mia groaned, her arms outstretched from her seated position to Neesha,
“Mia, if my belly is sticking out further than my arms do, yours definitely is,” she told her, “So how d’you expect me to help you, exactly?”
Mia stuck out her bottom lip,
“Oh please Neesh! I’m not as big and strong as you,”
Neesha gave her girlfriend a worn-out but good-natured look as she waddled over to help her up, having to turn sideways, so that their combined girths wouldn’t stop their hands from meeting,
“You are just as big as me,” Neesha assured her partner, who rose to kiss the brunette on the cheek,
“Gee, I dunno Neesh, you’ve definitely still got those couple of inches on me,” Mia replied, turning to stand side-by-side and peering over their twin orbs to compare them,
“At this size, I don’t think a couple of inches really matters,” Neesha replied with a frown, examining irritably how much larger just one extra baby made her. She was in fact noticeably bigger than her girlfriend and therefore a little annoyed at Mia’s complaining, especially as she seemed to move around with ease whilst Neesha shuffled ponderously, feeling ready to drop straight through the deck. Mia continued jabbering and chattering away as the ludicrously blown-up, naked pair waddled to the galley to grab some breakfast, a panting Neesha silently dedicating all her strength to shifting her wanton weight. Once there, the younger preggo gobbled down a lavish cheese, ham, tomato and mushroom five-egg omelet, whilst the stretched-sheer elder carefully slipped a small bowlful of cereal into her teetering tummy,
“No wonder you’re piling on the pounds!” Neesha exclaimed watching Mia eat whilst perched awkwardly on a stool so as not to load the furniture with her full, overbearing bulk,
“Hey, I’m eating for 48 here!” the chubby youngster grinned, “Momma, treats you right, doesn’t she?” she smiled down at her busting belly as she finished her meal, “C’mon Neesh, let’s get down to the medical bay; gotta keep my belly in shape for these little darlin’s!”
Neesha was once again left behind as her busty counterpart got up with her plate and slotted it into the dishwasher and made her way towards the door before the brunette had even managed to lever herself to standing. She wasn’t sure if she had experienced a growth spurt overnight; it was difficult to tell at such an already-gigantic size, but Neesha was currently feeling utterly defeated by her sprawling waistline, in contrast to her carefree-seeming girlfriend,
‘What gives? God I feel so fat and she’s just bounding around!’ Neesha jealously wondered, her eyes squeezed shut in effort as she clambered heavily to her feet and set out to join Mia, nursing the tight sections of skin around her sides where she felt pools of stretchmarks regrouping ahead of their MediBot session,
‘She’s smaller than me and not as strong, how’s she doing this?’ Neesha stared at her girlfriend’s undeniably bigger, wobbling ass gyrating in front of her as the two walked, Mia’s massive belly clearly visible from behind bulging spherically at all sides, as was her giant bust heaving this way and that as she took her waddling paces. Stopping outside the transit system’s entrance, Mia let the visibly-pooped Neesha clamber in first,
“Ooohhhh holy shit Mia, look at this!” Neesha hollered almost immediately,
“What, what is it?”
“I only just fit in the capsule, Mi! What are we gonna do if we can’t fit in the transit chutes? We can’t walk everywhere!”
Mia peered around her girlfriend’s naked body to see that there was clearance of only an inch or so either side of her belly on the doorway, and could easily ascertain that her belly and body would fill up pretty much the whole interior,
“Well... you still fit, what’s the problem?” she offered,
“Yeah, but what about tomorrow, Mi?” Neesha demanded; it would certainly be a snug fit for her then, edging consistently ahead of her partner in size terms,
“We’ll... we will... well... we’ll have to...” Mia thought aloud, “We’ll just have to pick a deck and stay there,”
“We move around decks for a reason, Mi!” Neesha protested, “Not everything we need is on one deck,”
“Well we can... move the beds down to the recreation deck,” Mia suggested, to an incredulous stare from her partner,
“Mia, we can hardly move ourselves, never mind a bed!”
“Well hell Neesh, I’m trying here, if you’re gonna bat down everything I suggest, I might as well not bother!” she shouted. An awkward silence followed,
“Okay... I’m sorry...” Neesha said at length, still sitting in the pod as she began again, “Okay... there’s got to be a way that we can get around the ship – which we agree we have to – without using the transit chutes and without walking everywhere... now let’s just think about th-”
Neesha didn’t even get to the end of her sentence before a lightbulb almost literally appeared above her girlfriend’s head, who leaned across and keyed co-ordinates into the transit chute computer,
“Meet you down there and I’ll explain,” she smiled as the system whirred to life and the door began to close,
“Mia? The carg-”
*Shunnnkk!*

“This is... the best idea... ever!” Neesha purred happily,
“Not bad, ah?” Mia tossed a grin over at her. Neesha was sat on one of the cargo bay’s loading flatbeds whilst Mia drove. Both were sitting with their vast tummies sprawling over the freight platform, Neesha near the back with Mia at the control column with the console balanced on top of her naked gut steering the loader. The vehicle was more than capable of handling their weight, maneuverable and small enough to fit down all but the tightest of the Mason-Dixon’s corridors. The trip from the cargo bay back to the recreation deck wasn’t as miraculously near-instantaneous as in the transit chutes, but sure beat the interminable half-hour-at-best waddle it would have otherwise taken. Although their inter-deck transport was taken care of for the time being, the truck failed to address the problem of the girls’ general movements, which their mounting size was making more and more difficult. They were far past the point of being able to fit both of their terrific tummies in a hot tub at the same time for example, and so sat side-by-side in the twin baths some hours later, the warm water and massaging bubbles nursing their weary bellies,
“Holy shit, Mia, you’ve grown,” Neesha tutted, glancing at her girlfriend as she stood up out of the broiling water and taking in the full immensity of her bump, peppered with the stressed blotches of developing stretchmarks,
“Takes one... unnfff... to know one, lardass,” Mia smiled weakly, clutching her enormous belly in both arms, which extended so far down her body past her knees that stepping out of the bath was a fraught challenge. It ballooned outwards meters from the rest of her, stretching taut her augmented hips where her extra fat should have bulged into curves,
“You’re catching me up!” called Neesha above the roar of churning water surrounding her,
“Ohhh I hope not, I’d explode if I was your size!” Mia replied, just as the frothing bubbles in her girlfriend’s hot tub ceased. Whilst Mia dried off with a towel, Neesha sat in the steaming water, working herself up to the effort required to hoist her insanely bloated body out of the tub when she noticed something strange. Ripples juddered out across the surface of the water, seemingly randomly and not in time with her breathing or movement. The eddies themselves were also weird, small and almost like vibrations, and Neesha stared at the vast upper hemisphere of her belly sitting out of the water when it occurred to her that despite the water jets ceasing she still felt a pattering sensation on her tummy. Just then a tiny outwards dink in her skin sent a ripple shimmering across the water’s surface. Her eyes widened,
“Mi! They’re kicking! The babies are kicking!”
Mia’s face also lit up with delight from across the deck,
“Oh, it’s so weird! It’s like... I dunno, popping candy!” Neesha marveled, her hands clasping the reachable sections of her giant bump, feeling the small movements beneath her skin,
“Well, I guess that settles once and for all if we’re pregnant or not,” Mia chuckled. Following a MediBot session and loader trip, the two girls retired for a catnap back in their dorm, Mia more exhausted than she let on. Sleeping for several hours before waking up with her own womb alive with tentative movements, Mia lay awake enjoying the new sensation for a few minutes gradually coming to. She heard her girlfriend stirring from across their quarters a short time later,
“Hey baby, how you doin’?” Mia called,
“Unnnff! Don’t say the word ‘baby’!” Neesha groaned in response. Mia tittered, viewing their hyper-pregnancy as something of an adventure, whilst her partner remained frustrated at her body letting her down and could think of nothing but the risks associated with the girls’ unprecedented condition,
“Uuuuurrrgggghh, Miiiii! I’m so fuuuuulll!” Neesha groaned from her bunk, behind her mound of a belly covered in bedsheets, “I don’t think I can mooooove!”
“Ngh! On come on, Neesh!” Mia encouraged, managing to lever herself out of bed a lot more readily than she had that morning, “It’s not all that bad; another, what... ten, eleven days and we’ll be in a medical center in the best hands this side of the Orion Nebula,”
Mia sat on the edge of her mattress, her naked, extensive belly ballooning out an unknown number of meters in front of her, its weighty mass rising and falling slightly with her breathing,
“Or pincers, we might be in the best pincers... I’m not fussy,” she continued, clambering to her feet reasonably easily despite her leg muscles tensing to carry the extra load her bloated girth presented,
“Oh God Mia, shut up, you’re prattling!” Neesha snapped,
“Hey Miss Crabby!” Mia retorted, waddling over to where her girlfriend still lay, “Get your bulk outta that bunk!”
“Ohhhh Mi, just leave me alone for a few minutes, I’ll be up soon!” Neesha buried her face in the pillow. Mia pursed her lips and grinned,
“Would some morning sex cheer you up?” she cooed, “Some fat girl morning sex?”
“Ohhhh Mia, I think an orgasm would split me up the middle!” Neesha raised her head and protested, rubbing the stretched skin of her bulging bump,
“Come on my fabulously fertile friend,” Mia grinned, “Can’t two impossibly pregnant girls have a little fun every once in a while?”
“No!” Neesha snapped again, “Mia you’re creeping me out here, I swear we’ve had more sex since... all this... happened... than ever before! Now you’re acting weird, so just drop it!”
Mia wasn’t put off at all by Neesha’s outburst; perhaps her libido had been running a little high lately, but that was hardly surprising, she reflected, given the cocktail of hormones no doubt coursing through her expanding body,
“Aww c’mo-o-nnn,” she persisted, stooping slightly to rub Neesha’s naked shoulders and back whilst her girlfriend clutched the sheets around her impressive bosom,
“No, Mia! Come on, stop it!” Neesha maintained,
“Aww Neeeesh, let me just... slip in beside you here...” the lustful Mia knelt on the mattress with one knee, shuddering excitedly as she felt the underside of her capacious belly brush upon Neesha’s hip below,
“Mia, no! What the hell are you doing!? We’re too-”
But before Neesha could finish her protest, Mia had already swung her other leg onto the mattress to kneel over her partner, as she had done many times during their relationship. But the combined weight of the two enormously pregnant girls was clearly far too much for the bed to withstand, as no sooner had Mia bore her entire mass down upon it as a deafening metallic shriek filled the air,
*KKKKKKRRREEEAAAKKK!* went the bed’s metal legs upon the floor as the frame buckled beneath the insurmountable weight of the two laden lovers. The legs slid apart as the two rails bent in the middle, dipping the mattress downwards and sending the pair of preggos sinking unceremoniously towards the floor. Eventually the noise stopped, as Mia and Neesha were piled together in the middle of the folded mattress, their masses of naked flesh pressed uncomfortably together. Mia looked around with a vague smile, as if she was rather pleased with what she had accomplished,
“Well...” she half-giggled, “I have been meaning to cut down my calorie intake,”
“You’re an idiot,” Neesha croaked, her face buried in someone’s blubber, although she couldn’t quite tell whose.