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“I still can’t get up Neesh, turn the gravity off!”
Several minutes after waking and Mia was still pinned to the mattress by her extensive tummy, her puny legs’ ineffective kicking only managing to softly bobble its rotundity. The tables were well and truly turned from the previous day when Neesha was the one struggling with her spiraling weight,
“I can’t turn it off completely, we’ll just float randomly all over the ship!” Neesha shouted back, resisting the urge to draw a comparison with a pair of bubbles. Although she was reluctant to turn the gravity to zero, Neesha accepted that she would have to do something to help Mia out of bed, not to mention help herself. She had just about managed to heave her replete body out of her new bed retrieved from the hold with the truck’s help that morning, but she could tell from the strenuous effort required that an extra day’s growth would land her in the same position as her girlfriend. Standing with her hand to the console on the wall, Neesha was feeling much lighter already as she had reduced the gravity to 50%, but her stranded partner was still stuck behind her mountainous belly,
“Oooommph! You gotta be kidding me, guys,” Mia groaned as her belly rattled with kicks. Throughout the previous twenty four hours both sets of babies had asserted themselves from within the two preggos, and now Mia’s lively brood was hampering her efforts in getting up all the more. Neesha stood watching stoically as her own bump shuddered with activity,
“Look, just turn it off, you hang onto something while I get up, then phase it back in!” Mia bargained,
“If I turn it all the way off, there’ll be no resistance for you to get up with!” her ever-logical girlfriend reasoned, “You’ll float upwards at the slightest push!”
“Oh God Neesh, that sounds like heaven!” Mia groaned, to a shake of Neesha’s head, who responded by dragging the interface’s slider down even further,
“We’re at 10% now. If you need any less, I guess we’ll just sign you off as immobile,”
“Ohhh I feel like a complete hippo...”
“...And you look like one, now get outta bed,”
Muttering and grumbling irritably, Mia was finally convinced into movement; kicking with her legs and pushing on the mattress with her arms, she was soon able to crane her giant belly past its tipping point and wavered serenely downwards in the thin atmosphere. She clambered to her feet and stood for a moment, waiting for her body’s inflated features to settle on her frame,
“Ok?” Neesha asked after a while,
“Ok, phase it back in,” Mia nodded, “But slowly!” she cut in before her partner could act, “Don’t dump all this on me at once, you’ll snap me like a breadstick,”
Neesha gradually slid the fader back to its usual setting, the pair feeling their staggering weight reasserting itself as she did so. Beads of sweat formed on a nervous Mia’s brow as she glanced towards the screen whilst her perceived load continued to increase,
“You nearly there?” she asked at length, feeling her legs’ desire to buckle beneath her,
“84%” Neesha puffed out her cheeks, “I’m feeling it too, sweetie,”
“Can’t we, just... y’know, call it there?” Mia asked,
“The system will default it fully on eventually,”
“Well... override that option,”
Neesha glanced at Mia as a beleaguered parent looks at a disobedient child,
“I can’t, Mi, you know how strict the gravity protocols on any flight system are,” she sighed, “Look, we weigh what we weigh, now just quit your complaining and get ready for 16% more,”
With that she flicked the gravity back to full as if ripping off a bandaid, both girls wincing as an extra few stones were deposited onto their humungous forms,
“Ooohh, my back’s hurting from carrying my tummy!” Mia complained, flexing her spine forwards with both palms on the small of her back, “Neesh this thing is crippling me,” she told her partner in frustration, “D’you think we’re the biggest people in history?”
“We’re being kept alive by a MediBot, I’d say it’s a safe bet,” Neesha confirmed to her, “We’re, like...”
“...Too big...”
“Impossibly big!” Neesha yelled, with one hand on her giant gut wavering meters in front of her, “Nobody should be this pregnant!”
“C’mon Neesh, what can we do about it?” Mia pursued, “There must be something aboard this goddamn ship that can help us out!”
“Well I’m sorry if I can’t just take a few hundred kilos off your hands, Mi, but...” Neesha began somewhat angrily before checking herself, “Hey, wait a second... wait just a second here...”
“What? What’s up?” asked a confused Mia,
“You getting up this morning,” Neesha nodded, “It’s given me an idea,”
She tapped away at the console, before long pulling up the ship’s inventory and scanning through it purposefully. Her face suddenly lit up,
“There! That’s it, look!” she encouraged. Mia glanced through the list, murmuring it under her breath,
“Loader, packing trolley, crane, hand-held operating system, gra... gravity reduction straps?”
“Those things you wrap around crates above loading equipment’s max weight!” Neesha grinned,
“And... what?” Mia narrowed her eyes, not following,
“We wear them like belts!” her girlfriend concluded. Mia was unsure,
“Neesh, those things are meant to operate for, like... a few minutes at a time,”
“So? They don’t have to be on all the time,” Neesha suggested, “There must be a way to program them to come online when they sense movement,”
Having thought about it for a few moments, Mia couldn’t find any immediate faults with her girlfriend’s plan,
“Ok, I’m game... to the fatmobile!” she cheered, and began the waddle to the freight truck. Re-energized, the pair made the journey to the cargo hold in no time and had located the stowing area for the gravity reduction straps before long. Staggering around at their immense size and weight proved a substantial hindrance to actually finding the straps however, as both now found they had grown so big that searching in boxes was a considerable challenge. Little by little they were forced to master a technique of positioning their bellies carefully, unable to see anything below their bust height for meters in front of them,
“Here! Here they are!” Mia shouted finally, holding up one of the industrial straps for her girlfriend to see. The white, pill-shaped boxes the approximate size and appearance of a soap dish were innocuous-looking, but housed powerful ceramic discs which spun frictionlessly to cancel out gravity on a relatively small scale. This was attached to light grey, industrial-looking strapping with buckles to secure the lengthy bands and to keep the unit in place,
“How many of ‘em are there?” Neesha puffed, wobbling over to join Mia,
“Two,” came the reply, as Mia dangled the pair of devices from her forearm and held them up,
“Pfffft, cheap-assed company,” an annoyed Neesha grumbled, “Okay, well we’re gonna have to make ‘em last, but I’ve used these things before and they can literally make tonnes feel like nothing,”
“Ohhhhh boy, that’s music to my ears,” Mia grinned with a rub of her pendulous gut, “Strap me in and turn me on, sugar!”
“Right, well... look, if I...”
Another logistical challenge followed as the bulging Neesha fumblingly tried to fasten the belt around the barely-smaller Mia, positioning the operating module at the bottom of her giant belly to provide the necessary lifting effect. Eventually, the belt was situated in an upright ring around the dark-haired girls trembling tummy,
“Okay, so how d’you turn it on?” she asked,
“Well you press the button on... oh sonofabitch!” Neesha cursed, realizing the switch was on the node itself, now buried perfectly underneath Mia’s towering belly. Reluctantly, the girls were forced to forgo tantalizing relief of their giant burdens and take the gravity reduction straps back to the upper decks to be reprogrammed. Neesha was confident she could get them working remotely, but this meant an arduous trudge back to the loader feeling heavier than ever and a return journey,
“This had better work, Neesha,” Mia groaned at her girlfriend some minutes later as she flopped herself leadenly onto a couch moments before she felt her legs were certain to give out. Neesha worked at her makeshift bench in the galley for over an hour on the devices whilst Mia wallowed in the corner rubbing her cavernous gut and maligning her outrageous size,
“You can’t tease me with the promise of taking all this weight off me and it not work,” she called out unhelpfully as Neesha’s delicate work was upset continually by her restless babies’ bored thrashings from within,
“Mi, I’m nearly there,” Neesha sighed, “Now I’m not promising this will work, I’m just saying it should,”
True to her word, the straps were ready for action a short time later, synced with remote controls as a master on/off switch and also calibrated to respond to movement. With some minor adjustments, the preggos each slid a belt onto the other’s bulging belly. Their eyes met in anticipation,
“Well, here goes nothing,” Neesha smiled nervously as she pressed the button. Both units hummed slightly as they came online. Instantly an unimaginable weight was lifted from the two burdened young women, as Mia gasped with relief and Neesha grinned with satisfaction. They worked. Both girls’ bellies felt like nothing, as if they were filled with air. As light as a feather,
“Well hot damn, they work!” Mia shrieked,
“I thought as much,” her girlfriend winked,
“Neesh, we can be as pregnant as we want, it doesn’t matter!” Mia cheered,
“Well, I wouldn’t...”
“You clever, clever girl!” Mia gushed as she all but ran at her partner, their bellies smooshing together as she kissed her liberally,
“We’ve got everything we need here! We can get as big as we want and as heavy as we want!” she continued excitedly, referring to the MediBot and grav belts, “It doesn’t matter!”
“I wouldn’t say we can get as big as we...”
“Ever wondered how big you are around?” Mia interrupted again,
“Mia I-” Neesha checked herself as she glanced down at her spherical belly and suddenly contemplated this, her reservations momentarily forgotten as she found herself answering, “Yeah, yeah I have actually!”
“The wardrobe can tell you!” Mia smiled, “C’mon, Neesh, let’s go check it out!”
Neesha gazed downwards once more, contemplating her enormous size all but annulled by the strap around her belly. Her gut extended before her an impossible distance. How far outwards had she swelled? Eight feet? Ten? Maybe even twelve, it was hard to tell from her vantage point and with her breasts partially obstructing her view,
“Oh, I dunno, I...” she mumbled, her pessimistic side showing itself once more,
“Come onnn Neesh, where else have you got to be?” Mia encouraged, “And besides, if we walk there we can give these little beauties a good run-out,” she added, nodding towards the twin devices levitating their bellies. Without further protest, the two set out on foot towards the upper decks to the wardrobe, which even held the possibility that they could fabricate underwear once more. The difference between having the grav belts in operation and not was almost incomparable, and Neesha soon understood why her younger crewmate had become so giddy earlier. They may still have been inescapably enormous, their skin still creaking with pressure and resembling a pair of overinflated balloons ready to pop. Their stretchmarks still stripped across their giant bellies and stung with strain. But they were no longer heavy, which was such a relief. All other symptoms of their impracticably huge pregnancies were manageable with the weight lifted from their frames by the belts they wore. Gone were their rotund waddles as Neesha and Mia could walk along all but normally, their bellies feeling full of nothing but air as they wavered in front of them. Stacked on top of their massive bumps were their boobs, also feeling the benefit of the grav belts,
“This is just... too good to be true!” Neesha grinned as the pair arrived at their destination no more out of breath than if they had walked the same short distance back on earth a few weeks ago,
“Believe it, sister, no more hoiking yourself out of bed anymore!” Mia approved as she gestured for Neesha to enter the wardrobe first and the holographic welcome display danced about her, “Go on, ask it how big you are around,”
“Ah... wardrobe?” Neesha began, “What’s my waist measurement?”
‘283 inches,’ reported the display after an investigation,
“Oh my God, fatass!” Mia gawped, performing some mental arithmetic, “You’re, like... over twenty feet around!”
“Is... is that a lot?”
“The hell should I know?”
“Well you’ve measured yourself before!”
“Yeah, I wasn’t even half that last time I did!”
“283 inches!”
“283 beautiful inches,” Mia purred, stooping to kiss Neesha’s tummy skin and straightening back up effortlessly,
“Wow... thank God for the grav belts!” Neesha chortled, giving her giant belly an assured slap much harder than she would ever have attempted without the strap.

The pair spent the next few hours traversing the Mason-Dixon simply because they were able, without their massive respective cargoes weighing them down. They wandered hand-in-hand up to the observation deck at the highest point of the ship and wondered at the unfamiliar constellations and distant spiral galaxies corkscrewing their way across infinity. At the bridge they carefully checked their heading, finding Abdos was now only three days away, which seemed an easily achievable target with their burdens lifted. Later they slept blissfully simply because they were tired, and got up simply because they wanted to, and with a pleasing lack of effort. Slipping into their new underwear (Mia was now a thrilling MM-cup, with Neesha a barely less remarkable K) and making their way to the galley, Neesha reclined comfortably on her chair, confident her enormous weight wouldn’t pulverize it,
“Oh God I’ve got to step up the eating,” Mia giggled from the kitchen, “I’m gonna get as fat as I can, make sure this thing is value for money!”
“Sure, why not?” a relaxed Neesha shrugged with a smile, “I’m actually getting used to you with curves, Mi, I kinda like it,”
“It’s taken you long enough to come around to the idea!” Mia grinned, bounding around the galley whilst fixing herself a towering stack of pancakes for breakfast. Shaking her abundant, panty-covered rear sent her bizarrely light belly swaying left and right as the grav belt held it aloft and Mia completed her excessive compliment of pancakes and carried the plate to the table, slathering the food with lashings of maple syrup. Neesha enjoyed a far less lavish but equally satisfying meal of coffee and toast, no longer feeling as if there were no space inside her whatsoever for the food to occupy. She smiled across the table at her girlfriend who gorged herself liberally on the sweet, sticky circles, Mia finishing with a contented sigh and a loud burp,
“Ohhh, this little piggy is stuffed!” she beamed, laying a hand atop her jutting tummy and leaning back. But soon Neesh recognized something wasn’t quite right with her girlfriend as Mia squirmed uncomfortably in her seat,
“‘Sup, honey?” she asked,
“Mmmmff! God, Neesh! My skin’s so tight!” Mia grimaced, “What’s up with that?”
Raising herself with ease from the diner stool and padding around the table, Neesha’s eyes widened as she caught sight of her girlfriend’s overstretched belly, which looked to be in an almost terminal state. Her distressed veins bulged thick and blue through sheer skin, masked in places by the raging purple stretchmarks that were now smeared liberally over Mia’s spherical gut and accompanied by broken and burst blood vessels coloring her belly alarmingly,
“Oh my God Mia, you look ready to explode!”
Mia got up with a start and winced as her skin pulled painfully taut at the action,
“Oh shit! It’s so hard to tell when you’ve no sensation of weight!” she grimaced, glancing over her throbbing gut, unable to see its major distress marks concentrated around its front but feeling their presence and noticing the darkened tinge to her bruised skin,
“C’mon Mi, let’s get you to the MediBot,” Neesha encouraged and the two rode the truck in worried silence down to the medical deck. Each sat back down opposite each other on the benches for the two MediBots to repair their ailing bellies as they had done increasingly often over the course of the preceding weeks. But just as Mia was beginning to settle down and crack jokes, a sudden flash filled the room and the MediBot juddered uncharacteristically. She jumped in fright and shrank backwards as the device went haywire, waving through the air in crazy, unpredictable motions,
“Hey, whoa, what the hell?” Mia shouted as smoke rose from the malfunctioning arm. She prodded the stop button and the droid whirred to a final-sounding halt. She pressed the button and, amidst a worrying grind from the mechanism, the device failed to respond,
“Mi, your goddamn gut has fried the MediBot!” Neesha shouted from across the medical bay,
“Hey it wasn’t me, it just stopped!” Mia shouted back. Neither of the girls were qualified to repair the robot; its construction and circuitry was far different from anything else on the ship,
“What are we gonna do now?” Mia shook her head, levering herself up onto her elbows, “We’ll have to share yours!”
“Hey, wait,” said Neesha with a start, “My grav belt’s offline,”
Mia realized she was having to crane her gigantic weight upwards with her arms and legs once more,
“M-mine too,” she confirmed. Both girl’s stomachs sank,
“The MediBots... they must have...” Neesha croaked,
“...and then mine...” Mia felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, “Oh, Neesh... now what?”

The sudden load demands placed on the girls’ bodies by the failure of the gravity belts was difficult to comprehend as they had to re-adapt to heaving their bloated bodies sluggishly around the ship, and just as hard to adjust to. Both found themselves at the very limits of their locomotive abilities, having swelled to a size that was surreal even to them,
“Neesh... God... I’m so fat... I had no idea we’d gotten this big,” Mia wheezed as they found themselves propped up with their burdened backs on opposite sides of the corridor just meters from their dorm on an ill-conceived trip to the medical bay,
“Tell me about it,” Neesha complained, “This is ridiculous... I can... hardly move!”
Both girls winced and recoiled as pangs of their babies’ flailing reverberated around their massive bellies and their bodies quaked with effort just to hold themselves upright on the passageway’s guiderails,
“Nnngh! I’ll tell you what else,” Mia groaned, “The belts stopped the babies from kicking so much!”
“They were suspended in zero gravity!” Neesha winced, “You can’t kick in zero-g!”
“Mine are going insane,” Mia reported, bumps and bulges raising from her spherical belly skin as she spoke, “You?”
“They’re having a goddamn party in my womb,” Neesha grimaced, her entire frame shaking with activity, “And they brought their friends by the looks of things,”
The two naked preggos stood incapacitated by the thrashing of their babies, which coupled with their immense size, paralyzed them both. Eventually Mia looked down to find her huge gut had quietened and her quickened breathing returned to normal,
“Lets just get to the medical center,” Mia said decisively, craning herself to vertical with one hand on the rail before wrapping her arms around her huge bump,
“Nnngh... you... go on ahead,” her girlfriend grunted, “Things are getting out of hand in here... *THNNK!* Oooofff! I feel like... *THUUNNKK!* ...a cement mixer,”
“They giving you a hard time there, hon?” Mia sympathized,
“Mmm-hmm,” the troubled preggo nodded through pursed lips as she closed her eyes against the discomfort of her rowdy brood, who continued to kick raised dings outwards from poor Neesha’s rocking belly. She gingerly placed her hands down her flanks as she took calming breaths amidst the onslaught from within,
“Kids these days, huh?” Mia joked, raising her eyebrows,
“Uhh... tell me about it,” Neesha smiled at her weakly, “Parents jus- *BWOMPT!* ...just can’t control ‘em,”
“Where the hell’s the loader?”
“Ungh! It is so not that far!” Neesha laughed exasperatedly, “Just around the corner,”
“Look, I’ll go get it, you just... hold the fort here, Neesh,” Mia offered, prompting her girlfriend to straighten up in response, still gripping onto the rail behind her with both hands,
“N-no, it’s okay Mi, I can make it!” she protested, the sudden movement of her preparing to leave causing her babies’ unrest to intensify at that moment, and Neesha grunted a strained objection as she fell back onto the wall whilst her belly squirmed profusely. A sympathetic Mia quietly hobbled off to retrieve the truck, returning and helping her stricken partner aboard before whisking them both down to the medical bay. Thoughtfully allowing the battered Neesha a patch-up first despite her own spreading girth causing her some concern, Mia had her turn on the MediBot before Neesha settled down for a full session,
“Jeez Neesh, your nipples look raw,” muttered Mia, glancing down at her girlfriend’s areolas as they exchanged places, which were staging a war of attrition in deciding what color to turn. Although the cocktail of hormones coursing through Neesha’s bloodstream was trying to darken them, the spreading effect imposed by their ballooning growth simultaneously tried to lighten them. Looking flaky and frayed, her tender areolas settled for a deeper but more transparent shade as they broadened,
“It’s cuz they’re that goddamn stretched,” Neesha groaned in response, with a tentative rub of her blossoming boobs, “The MediBot seems to repair more and more of me every time it scans! I swear it did like two circuits of me last time,”
“I’m getting worried about that thing,” Mia confided with a nod, “This isn’t what the hardware is designed for, we’re running it into the ground,”
Neesha nodded in agreement as the appliance buzzed back into operation with an almost weary tone,
“You’re right – Ohhh God stop kicking in there! – we... can’t go on like this,” Neesha began, “The MediBot is all that’s keeping us alive here, sooner or later we’ll get so big we won’t be able to survive without being on it permanently!”
“And... look what happened... to the other one,” Mia agreed, short of breath in her overwhelmingly full body, “It can’t just run... all the time,”
“It can’t keep us both going, Mi,” Neesha continued, “There’ll be a time when one of us is on it...”
There was a silence,
“...and the other one pops,” Mia concluded. The atmosphere was suddenly tense as the MediBot’s frenetic whirring seemed to increase in pitch and prickles of sweat stung the back of the pair’s necks as they avoided each other’s worried gazes.

“A-a-a-aaahhhh! *THHHPPP!* Ohhhhh!” groaned Mia as her laden tits burst out of the last, latest and largest bra she had made, the clasp split in two from her back. She wriggled her shoulders to shrug off the useless straps as her giant boobs squirmed free of their cups, the material of which were both moistened slightly from the infrequent surges of milk production Mia had begun to experience. It was an occurrence she felt certain was to increase in regularity if her bust’s rate of growth was any sort of indicator; her breasts had rapidly transformed lately to basketball-sized whoppers protruding in stiff, onerous orbs from her chest,
“Uuuuffff, there goes my last bra,” she muttered, patting her milk-tinged nipples dry with the underwear’s fabric before discarding it. Mia looked to her ballooning girlfriend; although the brunette’s tits hadn’t yet taken up the cue to swell as if plumbed into a pump, her tummy was a truly monumental size and teemed with the activity of her well-developed babies. Their eyes met across the room, to a weak smile from Neesha, who hadn’t really been taking much notice of her partner,
“Neesha, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were only interested in seeing my boobies,” Mia scolded playfully, cradling her tender, burgeoning breasts in her arms,
“What? No, no, it’s not that at all,” Neesha stammered, puffing out some calming breaths as she was distracted by her pulsating belly, “It’s just a... strain... all of this... sorry,”
“I’ll bet it is,” Mia giggled,
“Hmm?”
“I mean, it must be,”
“I don’t follow,” Neesha mumbled,
“Come on Neesh, you don’t have to put on a brave face for me,” Mia assured her girlfriend gently, “I can see that thing moving from over here,”
Neesha’s belly trembled and juddered with kicks, resounding with an almost continuous barrage of,
*THHNNKK! BWUMPH! BWWUUMMP! THUUNNK! BLOOMPH!* as she finally, hesitantly wrapped her arms around her giant gut in an attempt to calm her babies. Mia’s boobs throbbed meanwhile, as their owner cupped and rubbed their giant rounded undersides, her nipples tingling in a trickling expulsion of creamy milk,
“God, I think I’m as full of milk as you are of babies,” Mia puffed out her cheeks as the fluid dripped from her teats,
“We’re both full of babies, Mi,” Neesha grimaced, struggling to sit comfortably as the onslaught from within continued, “I’m just sort of ahead of you on the curve,”
“I’m just one growth spurt away from that,” Mia nodded towards her girlfriend’s restless cargo,
“Yeah, and I’m just a couple of cup sizes away from that,” Neesha nodded with a smile towards Mia’s expansive rack bulging nakedly atop her relatively still bump which stirred infrequently,
“Like I say, you’re fascinated with my boobies!” the dark-haired girl joked, fondling her naked breasts as Neesha watched, who realized that perhaps they were playing on Mia’s mind more than she was letting on,
“What are you doing, Mi?” Neesha questioned as her girlfriend tweaked at her nipples,
“Well you’ve seen what’s been happening to me,” said Mia, “I’m just trying to, y’know, relieve some pressure,” she muttered, squeezing her left teat distractedly. She was trying to milk herself, Neesha realized, which probably wasn’t a good idea,
“I dunno if you should, Mia,”
“Unnnghh, Neesh, I have literally got two beach balls on my hands here!” Mia groaned, her stiff, engorged tits prickling into a pair of dark, erect nipples, “I’ve got to get some milk outta there before they explode!”
“Hey, how d’you think I feel?” Neesha angrily retorted, gesturing angrily at her massive belly, “I can’t just squeeze a little sprog out of here, lighten the load!”
“Well sorry you’re pregnant Neesha, but it sort of goes with the territory!”
The two were really yelling at each other now as their argument escalated,
“Well so do your goddamn tits Mia!” Neesha screeched, “What d’you think milking them’s gonna do?”
“I dunno, how about, make me feel better?” Mia spluttered,
“And produce more milk?” Neesha sneered. Her girlfriend had no comeback to this, it was an undeniably good point, “I’m only thinking of you Mia,” Neesha continued, reducing her voice from a hoarse screech to a tense, weary tone, “And there’s no rulebook to this... but I’m just asking are you sure it won’t hurt you in the long run?”
Trickles of milk ran from Mia’s sore, thickened nipples, descended the curved swell of her boobs and dripped onto her enormous belly. She was quiet, chewing her fingernail nervously with her other arm crossed over her chest above her extensive tits,
“Now I’m sorry the grav belts broke Mi, I really am,” Neesha rejoined, “But it’s hit me just as hard as you, so let’s just get on with this without blowing u- ...without falling out with each other all the time.”

Over the next twenty-four hours, the pair found themselves returning to the medical bay more and more often until barely an hour could go by until both girls’ bellies were so strewn with lurid stretchmarks that they looked ready to shatter without the MediBot’s intervention. Her shorter stature working against her, Mia’s belly and its shadow below her almost met when she stood as her giant belly hovered perilously close to the floor. As time ticked by, both of the girls became so incredibly large that there was very little they could do aside from sleeping and not bursting. Although Mia was now suffering most, both preggos now found themselves eventually confined to the medical bay,
“Unnnngghhhffff! I was not built to hold a whole crèche inside me!” the struggling Mia groaned as she edged ever larger, existing stretchmarks melding together whilst new ones were born, “Neesh this is getting out of hand, we’ve been trading back and forth for hours now,” she worried, whilst the MediBot worked its sixteenth straight shift around her bulging girth, “We can’t stay down here forever,”
“We must be getting close to Abdos by now,” Neesha conceded, leaning close by on the wall and feeling like she may need to get straight back into the seat for another repair once her girlfriend was done, “If not by today then surely by tomorrow,”
“So what do we do?”
Neesha thought about this for a few moments before selflessly suggesting,
“Well, you stay down here on the MediBot and I’ll take the stacker to the bridge,”
“Uh-uh,” Mia shook her head immediately, “No way, if one of us goes, we both go,”
Needing to stop herself from smiling at the touching display of loyalty from her partner, Neesha tried to reason with Mia, though she knew an argument with her famously stubborn co-pilot was almost pointless,
“Mi, you’re the size of a house! You’ll be fine here, I’ll contact the port and bring in the cavalry and be back before you know it,”
“Pfft! Size of a house! I could be... twice as... pregnant as this! No problem!” Mia blustered unconvincingly as the bot’s blue laser circulated her immensely gravid form far, far beyond her line of sight, before getting back to her point, “Anyway, if you’re going anywhere, I’m coming too,”
“Ungh... time to swap yet?” Neesha asked hopefully whilst her skin creaked alarmingly as the babies writhed around inside her. She attempted a stiffened wiggle of her back to flex her titanic belly’s skin, which groaned in response to the movement as the enormous Neesha peered over her extensive bust at her girlfriend, whose eyes were closed as the MediBot’s laser trawled over her bulging bump,
“Ohhhh, I guess...” Mia pouted sulkily, glancing down at her flawlessly unblemished belly skin and wishing she could stay on the machine forever, “It’s stopped working in cycles,” Mia noted to her girlfriend. Neesha nodded,
“Our skin is in such a bad way it needs constant repair,”
Mia anxiously rubbed her gigantic sphere of a tummy, feeling so nervous in the pit of her stomach that the sensation momentarily overrode the bubbling movement of her many babies. She made a point of waving away Neesha’s assessment, if only to make herself feel better,
“Naaaah,” she grunted, reaching to shut off the bot’s program and levering her mighty weight off the bench. Mia immediately regretted her abrupt movement as soon as she stood however, her skin pulling taut and a strip around her girth feeling perilous tight,
“Unnnnggfff!” she groaned, shutting her eyes in discomfort and grasping at her giant gut with both hands, unable to reach the area of concern. Neesha, feeling fragile herself after an extended period away from the MediBot could only watch on helplessly as her partner grimaced and cried out, desperately trying to nurse her tummy with her hands. Mia’s huge belly quivered as stretchmarks bled through her skin at numerous points all over its orb and burned vividly onto its surface. Frozen to the spot, she inched larger with a creak from her overstretched skin as blemishes erupted from her at all angles, instantly spoiling her smooth, spherical belly,
“Ohhhhhhh,” Mia shuddered with tears in her eyes as her surge of growth abated and she rubbed the site where a particularly tender-looking mark throbbed,
“Jeez Mi, I think I heard you growing then,” Neesha empathized. Mia nodded, shellshocked,
“D’you mind if I...”
“Yeah sure,” Neesha waved as her girlfriend slumped back down for a boost from the MediBot.

Back and forth the pair traded many more times, the increasingly rundown robot wheezing and whirring its way about what must have been miles of belly skin. Neesha was dozing as the healing ray glossed over her astounding belly until,
“Neesh... uunnngh... N-Neesh... gimme a go on the ‘bot, Neesh,” Mia groaned, “Please, Neesh... I’m gonna pop here,”
“Just... like, five more minutes, Mia,” Neesha breathed dreamily as the soothing blue light scanned across her belly,
“Neesh, please! I’m gonna rip open here!” Mia pleaded,
“Another thirty seconds, Mi!”
“Neesh, what difference will thirty seconds make!?”
“Well what difference will it make to you!?”
“I’m gonna explode in the next thirty seconds!” Mia wailed, “Seriously Neesha, one of these things’ foot is gonna go straight through me if it kicks before I get on there!”
Alerted by her girlfriend’s desperately urgent tone of voice, Neesha looked up for the first time, the sight of Mia’s pale face enough to cause concern alone, never mind the ballooning gut which threatened to burst off her body at any moment,
“Oh shit, Mia, you’re in a bad way,” Neesha gasped, hastily clambering to her feet to allow Mia access to the MediBot. But for its severe crimson slashes of stretchmarks, her girlfriend’s pallid belly skin looked practically transparent, its dense network of veins intertwining around its globular immensity. Neesha swore she could almost see her petite partner’s copious litter squirming around inside her through her perilously thin skin as she helped her to switch places,
“I feel it, Neesh,” Mia mumbled dazedly, stumbling onto the bench as the MediBot hummed to life around her stretchmarked flanks, “I can’t take much more of this, these kids are gonna rip me apart,”
“They aren’t Mi, we’re gonna be fine,” Neesha tried to assure her girlfriend, “You’re just tired. We’ll top ourselves up on the MediBot then catch some sleep.”

Mia woke up from a fitful slumber early the next morning feeling as if she was at maximum capacity.
It was just a few hours later, and although she had tried to put a brave face on, she hadn’t even wanted to leave the medical bay as Neesha had suggested. But as the larger brunette was obviously exhausted, Mia had bumped stiffly back to their quarters without argument. Now she barely even dared to inhale deeply so taut and crazily stretchmarked was her belly, taking shallow, shuddering breaths as her skin clung desperately to her gigantic gut. Lying motionless in bed listening to the anguished squeaks of her tummy skin and the resounding thumps of her brood stirring within her, Mia willed Neesha to wake up. After what seemed to be forever, Neesha finally woke, started as soon as she noticed the time and turning to her girlfriend, horrified at the appearance of her obviously busting gut,
“Oh my God Mia, we’ve got to get you on the MediBot, now!”
“I c-can’t, Neesh,” Mia grimaced, croaking out the words whilst struggling to see over the rigid orbs of her tits. Neesha herself was now somehow on her feet, which were obscured by the vast dipping curve of her belly nearly brushing the floor,
“I don’t think... I can make it down there! O-o-o-ooohhhh!” she wailed as her belly inched perilously bigger. Milk seeped from her erect nipples as her skin tightened in response, trickling down the veined swell of each breast,
“Ungh! See? Coming apart at the seams,” she continued, with a weak smile, “I-I’m too fat, Neesh... I swear I’ll burst if I move,”
“No! Mia, I’ll go and get the truck, you’ve only got to make it to the door!” Neesha pleaded as her frozen, terrified girlfriend’s overstretched skin creaked with strain. The loader was parked just a few paces from the door, which seemed like forever for the barely less-full brunette, who reached out to knock the ship’s gravity settings down to a bare minimum to facilitate her movement. She lolloped in slow motion through the door, her massive unfettered jugs wobbling and drifting in the reduced gravity. Even at 10% of her real weight the walk was a struggle but hopefully the lessened atmospheric pressure would leave Mia feeling slightly better. Neesha was almost at the flatbed when a sudden growth spurt swept through her gut and fattened her to an impossible new level,
“Agh!” she uttered as her skin squeezed taut and her udders convulsed to send twin streams of milk arcing from her thick nipples to the floor. She felt the cold metal of the deck touch the bottom of her vast belly and her distant belly button tweak with stress,
“Neesh! What’s wrong?” Mia shouted,
“Nothing, Mi! I’m coming!” Neesha responded, heaving determinedly on her distended tummy and clambering behind the truck’s controls. Without time to think of anything but the distress of her partner, Neesha clicked the vehicle into reverse and slammed into the doorway with the loader’s powerful electromagnetic engine and sturdy construction. It cut like a sword through either side of the doorway as metal sparked and screamed, the flatbed grinding to a halt as it entered halfway into the room through the buckled passageway structure with debris drifting strangely in the downed gravity. The truck came to rest a few meters from where the stricken Mia still lay on her bed,
“C’mon Mia, climb on! Let’s get you on the MediBot!” Neesha shouted from the operator’s position, ready to drive her girlfriend to the medical room. But Mia remained frozen to the spot, her wide eyes trained on her enormous gut’s ailing skin,
“Ungh! Neesh, I can’t move a muscle,” she grunted, exertion written all over her anxious face as she gripped the bedsheets with discomfort, “I’ll explode if I do!”
“Come on Mia, it’s right there!” Neesha encouraged, motioning towards the loader just yards from her immovable partner as she felt her own brood’s struggling intensify inside her, “Don’t make me come over there and get you,” she warned. Mia didn’t answer, frozen as much from fear as she was by her colossal size and weight, “Okay then, here I come,” Neesha proclaimed, adding in her mind, ‘If I can,’
With a push of her arms she managed to initiate movement of her immense weight, landing softly from the loader’s platform on the deck and struggling around to Mia’s prone, bursting figure in just a few struggling steps,
“Neesha!” Mia responded as the brunette neared, as if surprised to see her, “Oh my God Neesha, you’re...”
“Yeah, let’s not focus on that,” said Neesha bravely, swinging her enormous, stretchmark-riddled belly around and scooping her girlfriend under the shoulder to help her from bed. The complaining Mia winced as she began moving, her engorged boobs again spewing milk as she was craned to her feet and she waddled the few steps to the loader, her skin creaking with every motion. Finally she managed to sit on its edge and scoot herself onto the platform as Neesha hauled herself back to the controls and set off for the medical bay, extracting the half-buried vehicle from the wall to propel them forwards as quickly as possible. Despite not being able to see the controls due to her burgeoning body blocking her view, Neesha managed to disengage the safety protocols, enabling her to drive at an almost reckless speed and reach the medical deck twice as quickly as usual. She couldn’t risk repeating the trick of ramming through the wall with Mia on the flatbed fit to burst, so had to park up as close to the hatchway as possible. Leaning on each other for support and with their shiny, overinflated bellies squeaking and rubbing together, Mia and Neesha stumbled through the recreation deck to the medical wing. Her legs giving way under her own astounding weight, Mia collapsed onto the MediBot bench and the gadget sprang into action to bolster her waning belly skin. Watching her girlfriend and noticing her stuffed winces and grimaces were not subsiding, Neesha knew Mia was past the point of no return, a point she was rapidly nearing herself; Mia couldn’t survive without the MediBot’s permanent assistance. Although relieved that her partner was for now taken care of, Neesha felt she was fighting a losing battle, sitting on the bench herself at a loss of what to do next,
“Computer... how far to Abdos hailing range?” she eventually asked, tentatively nursing her sore, expansive girth,
“Abdos communication range ETA: 6 minutes,” the computer voice announced, which even roused the drowsy Mia,
“Neesh! We’ve... got to get to the bridge!” she slurred exhaustedly,
“No, I’ve got to get to the bridge, you’re going nowhere,” Neesha replied, unsure of how even she was going to get there as she looked downwards to her massive blimp of a belly,
“Neesh, just give me... a few minutes... it’s... I’m...” Mia lost her train of thought, stretched to almost a point of druginess,
“You’re staying here on the MediBot, Mia,” Neesha told her forcefully, “I’ll be fine if I can... just... oh... uh-oh...”
Neesha felt a build-up of pressure in her belly which soon culminated in a ballooning surge of growth, which visibly swelled the giant gut sitting between her thighs out across the floor,
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” she moaned, clutching at the enormous dome of her tummy within her arms’ reach whilst her unbearably enormous curves swelled even further. Neesha’s tortured belly skin spread even further as stretchmarks spanned its extensive orb and even her breasts ripened further, absorbing much-needed skin from covering her giant gut,
“Unnnngh!” she uttered, feeling as if she were stretched stiff by the abundant brood in her womb and her belly skin trembled with strain. The tense silence was only interrupted by the whirr of the MediBot as Mia looked on in powerless concern,
“Neesh, there’s no way you can make it like this,” Mia finally said after a few seconds’ pause,
“S-sure I can...” Neesha strained through gritted teeth, “There’s... no choice, really,”
“Please Neesh, just stay here,” Mia begged, “You look too big to even stand up,”
‘It could be days before we dock,’ Neesha thought, ‘Neither of us are gonna make it that long,’
“Just... stand back while I try something here,” the brunette said determinedly, girding her arms and legs and hoisting herself upright with all her strength as her skin complained loudly and new marks of pressure blotted its surface as a result. Mia was right; Neesha had grown too big to stand up normally, and was forced to lean backwards in order for her immense tummy to clear the ground at all,
“Neesh, please, at least have a top-up on the MediBot before you go!” Mia pleaded, seeing that her girlfriend was intent on making the almost suicidal journey to the bridge,
“Uuuunngh! No thanks, Mi... I’m gonna make a go of it before... this thing detonates!” Neesha joked courageously, “Just stay on that bot ‘til help comes,”
“Love you, Neesha,” Mia smiled,
“Love you too, kiddo,” Neesha smiled back, before staggering out of the medical bay and back to the flatbed. At such an advanced size, everything from walking to piloting the loader was a struggle for the bursting Neesha, who remembered with desperation that the access corridor to the bridge was nowhere near big enough to admit the vehicle. So, steering mostly from memory as she was barely able to see over her expanding bust, Neesha navigated to the bow of the Mason-Dixon, inching ever larger during her trip. Upon her arrival, her mind was fogged by her own immensity, and the pilot stumbled from the truck in the ship’s reduced gravity as she disembarked and waddled towards the bridge. Her body seemed almost out of control however, as an expansion that had never really dissipated intensified once more; dreading a further increase of her already unmanageable size, Neesha begged aloud,
“Ooohh! No bigger! No! Oh please, I ca- aaaakkkk!”, breaking off and stopping in her tracks as she inflated even further, her back buckling and plonking her belly back onto the floor. This was unfair. It was almost as if her babies were conspiring against her. The development of the past few hours had been astonishing. Almost too astonishing. Neesha felt as if the rules of a game were stacked against her. This was unjust, and that made her angry,
“RARGH! I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let these kids just burst outta me!” Neesha roared, reinvigorated as she hauled her enormous belly off the deck and stomped along towards the bridge. Her babies writhed frantically now definitely acting as if playing a game, and surge after surge of growth bloomed through her belly, her skin crackling with strain as it spread outwards. She wavered on the spot for a pace, resetting her amazingly altered center of gravity, before waddling onwards,
“Nnnngh! That all you got!?” she hissed through gritted teeth, zigzagging down the corridor under her own tremendous weight and unsighted by her boobs, which toppled backwards towards her face through how much Neesha was required to arch her back in order to walk,
“Graghh!” she strained as she felt a stretchmark peel down the side of her towering tummy, which her babies seemed to immediately attack,
“Hey! Get away from there!” she scolded, wafting her left hand towards the area, “You’ll rip mommy open!”
Neesha’s skin again tightened in anticipation of another growth spurt, constricting her engorged mammaries and sending milk rocketing from her upward-pointing teats. She bulged even larger once more, her legs buckled momentarily under her astounding weight as she caught a glimpse of the open bridge hatch just a few yards away from between her cleavage, which provided a second, or possibly third wind,
“Nnnnnnghh! Almost there!” she grimaced, still moving forwards despite her body feeling like it was blowing apart all around her. The cold metal of the doorway pressed on the distant front corner of her belly and she prayed,
‘Please let me fit through, please let me fit through, oh please let me fit through!’ her enormous gut rattling in the gap of the open hatch as she tried to insert it through. Still it rattled. And rattled. And rattled once more, until she felt the vague edges on both sides of her gigantic belly and pushed her way through, squeaking and scraping through with barely millimeters to spare,
“HA!” she cheered triumphantly, “Still slim, baby!”
Neesha reached out to steady herself on the corner of a console as the aftershocks of her latest growth spurt still seized her belly and boobs, feeling the gush of milk dribbling down the underside of her massive udders and onto the top of her gut,
“Uuunnff!” she groaned as a clutch of her babies now stirred inside her, and the brunette turned to see the pilot’s seat just a few paces across the bridge,
“*Whumpf!* Okay... *Whummph!* Okay, here we go... *Plummmf!* Here we go!” Neesha psyched herself up as she hoiked herself from her perch with her arms and staggered towards her destination as the activity within her intensified. By the time she had wobblingly reached her goal and flopped weightily into the seat, all of her babies were thrashing away, deforming her spherical belly with their actions. Neesha opened a communication frequency and called through gritted teeth,
“Mayday! Ungh... mayday! *PLOFF!* This is the carrier Mason-Dixon... calling all available frequencies... Agh! Please respond!”
As Neesha’s children continued their fierce struggling, interference and distortion on the hailing channel resolved itself suddenly into a male American-accented voice,
“Carrier Mason-Dixon, this is Abdos port control, please identify yourself,” the man stated calmly,
“Ughh! This is... Flight Officer Neesha Clancy, Acting Captain, we...”
“What seems to be the problem, Flight Officer Clancy?”
“Yeah, we have a... *BWOOMF!* Agh! A... medical emergency on board, request immediate med-evac,”
“Understood, Mason-Dixon, med-evac will be dispatched momentarily,” the port replied, “Do you have a Code 040, do you have any contaminants to report?”
“Ugh! No! Just... send help!” Neesha cried out as she felt her overstretched body losing consciousness through the sheer pressure exerted upon it, her arms and legs falling limp as she slumped over the seat.