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"Ma'am! I'm afraid you're going to have to put the girl down!" Martha helped her Ray Gun firmly towards the enormous woman. Standing at twelve feet tall, her comparatively tiny hostage was rightful to feel terrified. "I mean it! The academy doesn't teach us to miss!"

The woman looked down upon her intended victim. She was only about five feet tall! She'd fit in her mouth perfectly! And this green, blue haired woman with a belly the size of a watermelon bursts in out of nowhere  brandishimh a firearm! She probably just wanted her all to herself!

"I'm gonna count to three. One...two..." The girl fell to the floor and the woman raised her hands into the air with a heavy sigh. "Much better. Are you alright?"

The girl rose her thumb in confirmation. That made Martha very happy. She had been chasing this giant of a woman for light years at this stage. It was a relief to know she managed to stop her from taking another victim after all that, especially considering it was her week off and she wasn't given the assignment in the first place, though this wasn't the first time this had happened.

Martha was a very pregnant officer of the Intergalactic Defence Bureau, and her mood swings often lead to her overworking herself to the extreme, doing other people's jobs and putting intense amounts of effort into catching criminals who would usually get off scot free. Such an example was seen here with the man-eating Venusian woman. Martha had actually travelled beyond the solar system to catch her, something she would have usually considered an incredibly poor move, even in her condition.

You see Martian pregnancies are slightly different to human ones. For one, the belly does grow in size, but rather than leave the woman more vulnerable, the walls of the belly are actually 'fortified.' This would allow their gut to act as a shield in combat and actually deflect bullets if they were on Earth, though most wouldn't risk it. The strengthening process is difficult for the body, resulting in the woman getting strong cravings to bring in the extra nutrients, though often they consume more than is necessary. Mood swings are also frequent, resulting in her decision to chase the woman so far.

With such excess strength, the woman required numerous pairs of Restraint Gear. After such a long and exhausting trip, Martha's body was finally catching up with her, and she realised she was in no mood or condition to guard a twelve foot man-eater tied up in the back of her ship. The solution was simple, hack the computer on the woman's ship, lock her inside without any weapons, and set coordinates for IDB HQ. It wouldn't be the first time.

Slumping back into her chair as she watched the ship fly off into the sky, she lazily flicked a switch on the dashboard, eagerly awaiting another Martian Pickle Milkshake (Though of course Martian Pickles look nothing at all like Earth Pickles). She smiled as the frothy cold beverage emerged from the small machine, quickly bringing it to her lips. As her tongue neared the delicious froth, her expression sagged into a frown at the sound of the intercom going off.

She checked Caller ID. It was her partner Xander. Probably wondering where she was. After all they were going to go out for Target Practice today. She could always answer and explain why she was out and why she probably wouldn't make it...But no, right now all she wanted was to drink her milkshake and relax.

"At least out here it's nice and quiet."

"Um, okay."

As she swallowed her first gulp of drink, Martha suddenly realised that she still had a young woman to return home. "Oh! I can't believe I forgot!"

"Forgot what?" She asked. She probably would have felt quite offended to know it was her.

"I left the keys outside after I sent her back to base. Be right back." Martha narched outside towards the landing ground and pretended to look for the keys. Whether she dropped things or not, bending over was hell with a belly that size. Soon she managed to pull herself upright and began to waddle back to the ship. As she did, she suddenly realised that the door was now closed. And the engine was revving.

"You're kidding!" Martha stood in awe and anger as she saw her ship rise into the air and vanish in a blink of energy. The woman obviously knew IDB Ships don't use keys.

Standing alone on the surface of the planet, Martha didn't quite know how to react. She knew that being boisterously angry and jumping down in a fit of rage would probably be bad for her child (Or possibly children, she didn't know yet). Instead, she took a deep breath and pulled a small device out of her pocket, typed in some coordinates and hit go. Tapping her foot lightly, she waited patiently as the ship began to return to it's former placement. In the window, the woman could clearly see she was in trouble. Martha brought forth her ray gun as she opened the door. Out of all the things going through her head, 'Why' wasn't one of them. The small planetoids just outside our solar system were rife with drug runners, fight rings, gambling and general crime. An IDB Ship would probably be worth a small fortune to almost anyone with money there.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"I wasn't stealing your ship if that's what you're thinking."

"I don't believe that. I don't believe it at all, actually."

The woman was clearly feeling a great amount of regret. More because she didn't expect an IDB Officer to be prepared for something like this more than for what she had done. "Look...I have a mental disability, I didn't know what I was doing."

"If that was true, you probably wouldn't have been so casual about it. What's going on here?"

"...Okay, I hired that Venusian to kidnap me. But I was in real danger, I didn't tell her to give up and she had every intention of eating me. I just sort of figured you'd be skilled enough to stop her in time."

"I probably should have let her do it." Martha's concentration was interrupted by a growl from her stomach, "Or maybe helped her."

"Oh god! You...you can do that can't you! I heard that somewhere. You can eat people...Oh my god! I thought you were pregnant!"

"Okay, so this girl is smart enough to figure out a plan to trick a trained Officer like myself into taking her on board my ship so she could steal it, but she doesn't seem to even know anything about Martians," she thought to herself. She thought for a second and realised that the people eating thing came from a movie called 'They Hunger' made on Jupiter during the early days of opening relations. It wasn't very good and a  fair bit racist. However, the fact that this woman's knowledge apparently stemmed from its content did open up the possibility to a plan of her own.

"Yeah, most do. Until they're inside. But I have another idea in mind for you."

"What...?" she asked with sheer, genuine fear.

"I'm very hungry, and you look very appetising. But as delicious as they are, people tend to take their toll on my hips, and as you can see I'm already going to be dealing with that problem," she rubbed her exposed green belly in hunger, "So I can offer you this delightful little deal with the devil. Feed me. Rub my belly. Give me a really good dinner and I'll let you live and I'll let you off scot free."

"...Really? That's all? You've got a deal!"

"Good to know, now follow me to the kitchen, I'm famished!" Not a word she'd usually use, but somehow she felt that using a larger vocabulary would make her seem scarier.

IDB Officer Ships are only a little larger than a caravan and have about three rooms. The cockpit, which doubles are a bedroom and armoury, the kitchen, and the bathroom. The kitchen was designed to hold enough food for four occupants for at least a few months. Feeling the rumbling in her gut and the situation she had gotten herself into, she felt that she'd need to have it restocked once she got back to HQ.

"Alright, now put on some soup, start a few sub sandwiches and put that roast on. You might as well prepare something while you feed me the snacks."

"Yes Sir...Ma'am....Officer."

Martha sat her shapely behind down onto a chair as the woman began to race around the kitchen putting things into motion. Martha drooled a little as a few Venusian Turkeys entered the boiling pots, and as the woman sliced open the loathes of bread, immediately filling them with slices of meat and vegetables. Taking only about a minute to set this up, thanks to a combined force of fear for her life and the prospect of getting away from the whole ordeal with no consequences, she quickly pulled a small series of tubes out of a refrigerated drawer. As delicious as solid food was, Tube Food was much more practical in areas with low gravity. She quickly made her way over to her and placed the end of a tube marked 'Chocolate' into Martha's mouth.

With a squeeze, the Martian woman found her cheeks balloon up around a suddenly giddy smile. That tasted divine! She quickly sucked every dollop of the chocolate goo from that tube and sent it down into her awaiting belly with a gulp. She soon found herself smiling through strawberry, grape, cheese, blueberry and jalapeno (Um, that is to say, Martian grape, Martian cheese, Martian blueberry and Martian jalapeno). As the empty tubes hit the table, Martha gave her full, but still rumbling belly a good rub.

"Uuuuuurp!" She belched, this was going to be fun.

With a beep of the microwave, the sandwiches were done. Grabbing a Pepperoni Milkshake(!), the woman delicately lowered the  meal towards Martha's face, flinching slightly as the hungry woman's teeth gnashed the bread in half. She at first sipped at the milkshake, but quickly emptied the glass in a single gulp. Drinks aren't usually known to be spicy, but the heat on her tongue was a little overwhelming; she needed to soak up the spice with some more bread. The woman watched cautiously as Martha gnawed and chewed her way through the sandwiches. She just imagined herself sliding down the same passage and quivered slightly as she stirred the soup. The minute the timer went off, she jumped and brought the steamy pot to Martha and began to pour it down her throat.

It was hot. Boiling hot. It was actually quite painful, it was so hot. But not painful enough for Martha to deny herself further consumption. Her stomach was already filled with sandwiches and semi solid goo, some boiling soup would hardly have an impact, aside from some growth. Placing both hands on her already colossal girth, Martha drummed on her gut as she moaned in stuffed pleasure. She giggled to herself slightly, as if to say, 'Take that, cravings!" She burped as the woman presented her with a few more tubes.

A few slurps and a burp emitted from her juicy green lips before the tubes found themselves in the ever growing pile of their empty brethren. "Those roasts ready yet?" The woman obediently ran over to the boiling pots and lifted the roasted poultry from within and placed them onto a series of plates. She brought them to the hungry mother-to-be, her lips smacking as the appetising aromas whiffed past her nose. "All this food is really taking it out of me. Feed me?"

With a forced smile, the woman pulled up a chair and sat down before Martha. Pulling a leg off the turkey, she presented it before Martha's face and within moments, saw it stripped of meat. She licked the juice from around her mouth as she simultaneously sent the food into her stomach, almost immediately presented with another leg. And then another. It should be noted that Venusian Turkey's have a few more legs than those found on Earth.

Cutting the bird into quarters, the woman began to cram each hunk of food into Martha's mouth almost forcefully. Perhaps she was finally growing bitter for such humiliating treatment, but if it was, Martha was too busy eating for six to notice. She would open her mouth and welcome another hunk of roast Turkey, grind her teeth against it while lopping it around with her tongue as much as she could, then send it down to play with her child. It was such a blissful situation that she completely failed to notice that the crunchy bird roast was eventually replaced with crisp toasted bread, soft melting ice cream, and juicy Peperoni and Pickle milkshakes. She had long ago run out of turkey, but she still seemed hungry, and if there was one this this woman wanted Martha not to be, it was hungry.

"Ooooh...BUUUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLALLLLLLALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUURRRLRLRUUURURRRRRP! ...Excuse me," exclaimed Martha, finally knocking her out of her trance of consumption. She looked around the kitchen and saw nothing but a mess. The entire place had been obliterated in the woman's attempts to keep her belly satisfied. The fridges were bare and gaping open, cupboards were pulled apart for their cutlery, and the pile of tubes had grown to rival Martha's girth. Or rather, it's original size.

Look down at the colossal green dome, had she been struck with amnesia, she would have not ruled out the possibility that she was in fact a man-eater. Originally watermelon size, had Mars had beaches, a beach ball wouldn't have come close to the right description. Attempting to lift herself off of the ground, she found it to be in vein; she'd need to put all her strength into a jump to single-handedly get herself off that chair, and given the small size of the room, this wasn't going to happen.

"Well, you have managed to appease my appetite. I feel as satisfied as can be."

"Oh good! Because I don't think there's a scrap l-"

"There is just one thing left."

The woman began to shiver as she looked upon Martha's immense stomach. It moved lightly with the gurgle of digestion, pulling apart the gigantic meal and forcing a giddy look of satisfaction on her face. Her lips began to tremble.

"I'm feeling a bit too full now. I think I'll need a belly rub."

"Oh! Okay, sure." The woman pushed back her chair as she kneeled before the gigantic green gut. Pressing her fingers to it, she began to swirl circles on the soft tummy flesh. Martha groaned in pleasure as the woman pressed her fingers hard on the squishy surface of her midsection.

"Don't forget my bellybutton, a lot of the pressure goes around there when I'm full."

Martha smiled as the woman obediently began to focus her rubbings around her navel. She squeezed, pressed and rubbed until the flesh felt numb. And then she continued. She propped up Martha's underbelly and pressed into it with her entire hand, slowly dragging it up to just in front of her breasts. She grabbed both side of the belly and pressed them together. Oh, it was absolute bliss. Martha didn't want to reach for the Emergency Controller and set the coordinates, but she knew she couldn't wallow in joy for the rest of her life. But it would take a few hours to get back, meaning she had a whole lot of rubbing to enjoy...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S PREGNANT!?" screamed the woman in fury as two guards dragged her down to a cell.

"How could you not tell? Her belly sticks out like a foot and a half!"

"She said she ate...She made me feed her and rub her gut for six hours! She threatened to eat me! She's an IDB Officer, that can't be legal!"

"It's sure as hell a lot more legal than Grand Theft Auto."

"And you left her on a desolate unknown planetoid, so that could be considered conspiracy to murder."

"We'll have to look into that."

She kicked and screamed all the way down the hall, to no avail whatsoever. Martha however, was greeted back quite fondly. She had captured two criminals on her day off, left the solar system to do so, AND broken her current Belly Record by twenty whole inches!

After at least a half hour of high fives, a few passing belly rubs and one or two photos, Martha waddled her way out of the station and made her way to the shooting range. Somehow she knew Xander would still be waiting for her. Once he heard about everything she had done today, he'd probably treat her to a few milkshakes. She always needed a few to satisfy her bump. She smiled as she lovingly rubbed the home of her unborn pride and joy as it kicked  at the walls of her tummy. And to think, she was only due in two measly years.

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"Ma'am! I'm afraid you're going to have to put the girl down!" Martha helped her Ray Gun firmly towards the enormous woman. Standing at twelve feet tall, her comparatively tiny hostage was rightful to feel terrified. "I mean it! The academy doesn't teach us to miss!"

The woman looked down upon her intended victim. She was only about five feet tall! She'd fit in her mouth perfectly! And this green, blue haired woman with a belly the size of a watermelon bursts in out of nowhere  brandishimh a firearm! She probably just wanted her all to herself!

"I'm gonna count to three. One...two..." The girl fell to the floor and the woman raised her hands into the air with a heavy sigh. "Much better. Are you alright?"

The girl rose her thumb in confirmation. That made Martha very happy. She had been chasing this giant of a woman for light years at this stage. It was a relief to know she managed to stop her from taking another victim after all that, especially considering it was her week off and she wasn't given the assignment in the first place, though this wasn't the first time this had happened.

Martha was a very pregnant officer of the Intergalactic Defence Bureau, and her mood swings often lead to her overworking herself to the extreme, doing other people's jobs and putting intense amounts of effort into catching criminals who would usually get off scot free. Such an example was seen here with the man-eating Venusian woman. Martha had actually travelled beyond the solar system to catch her, something she would have usually considered an incredibly poor move, even in her condition.

You see Martian pregnancies are slightly different to human ones. For one, the belly does grow in size, but rather than leave the woman more vulnerable, the walls of the belly are actually 'fortified.' This would allow their gut to act as a shield in combat and actually deflect bullets if they were on Earth, though most wouldn't risk it. The strengthening process is difficult for the body, resulting in the woman getting strong cravings to bring in the extra nutrients, though often they consume more than is necessary. Mood swings are also frequent, resulting in her decision to chase the woman so far.

With such excess strength, the woman required numerous pairs of Restraint Gear. After such a long and exhausting trip, Martha's body was finally catching up with her, and she realised she was in no mood or condition to guard a twelve foot man-eater tied up in the back of her ship. The solution was simple, hack the computer on the woman's ship, lock her inside without any weapons, and set coordinates for IDB HQ. It wouldn't be the first time.

Slumping back into her chair as she watched the ship fly off into the sky, she lazily flicked a switch on the dashboard, eagerly awaiting another Martian Pickle Milkshake (Though of course Martian Pickles look nothing at all like Earth Pickles). She smiled as the frothy cold beverage emerged from the small machine, quickly bringing it to her lips. As her tongue neared the delicious froth, her expression sagged into a frown at the sound of the intercom going off.

She checked Caller ID. It was her partner Xander. Probably wondering where she was. After all they were going to go out for Target Practice today. She could always answer and explain why she was out and why she probably wouldn't make it...But no, right now all she wanted was to drink her milkshake and relax.

"At least out here it's nice and quiet."

"Um, okay."

As she swallowed her first gulp of drink, Martha suddenly realised that she still had a young woman to return home. "Oh! I can't believe I forgot!"

"Forgot what?" She asked. She probably would have felt quite offended to know it was her.

"I left the keys outside after I sent her back to base. Be right back." Martha narched outside towards the landing ground and pretended to look for the keys. Whether she dropped things or not, bending over was hell with a belly that size. Soon she managed to pull herself upright and began to waddle back to the ship. As she did, she suddenly realised that the door was now closed. And the engine was revving.

"You're kidding!" Martha stood in awe and anger as she saw her ship rise into the air and vanish in a blink of energy. The woman obviously knew IDB Ships don't use keys.

Standing alone on the surface of the planet, Martha didn't quite know how to react. She knew that being boisterously angry and jumping down in a fit of rage would probably be bad for her child (Or possibly children, she didn't know yet). Instead, she took a deep breath and pulled a small device out of her pocket, typed in some coordinates and hit go. Tapping her foot lightly, she waited patiently as the ship began to return to it's former placement. In the window, the woman could clearly see she was in trouble. Martha brought forth her ray gun as she opened the door. Out of all the things going through her head, 'Why' wasn't one of them. The small planetoids just outside our solar system were rife with drug runners, fight rings, gambling and general crime. An IDB Ship would probably be worth a small fortune to almost anyone with money there.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"I wasn't stealing your ship if that's what you're thinking."

"I don't believe that. I don't believe it at all, actually."

The woman was clearly feeling a great amount of regret. More because she didn't expect an IDB Officer to be prepared for something like this more than for what she had done. "Look...I have a mental disability, I didn't know what I was doing."

"If that was true, you probably wouldn't have been so casual about it. What's going on here?"

"...Okay, I hired that Venusian to kidnap me. But I was in real danger, I didn't tell her to give up and she had every intention of eating me. I just sort of figured you'd be skilled enough to stop her in time."

"I probably should have let her do it." Martha's concentration was interrupted by a growl from her stomach, "Or maybe helped her."

"Oh god! You...you can do that can't you! I heard that somewhere. You can eat people...Oh my god! I thought you were pregnant!"

"Okay, so this girl is smart enough to figure out a plan to trick a trained Officer like myself into taking her on board my ship so she could steal it, but she doesn't seem to even know anything about Martians," she thought to herself. She thought for a second and realised that the people eating thing came from a movie called 'They Hunger' made on Jupiter during the early days of opening relations. It wasn't very good and a  fair bit racist. However, the fact that this woman's knowledge apparently stemmed from its content did open up the possibility to a plan of her own.

"Yeah, most do. Until they're inside. But I have another idea in mind for you."

"What...?" she asked with sheer, genuine fear.

"I'm very hungry, and you look very appetising. But as delicious as they are, people tend to take their toll on my hips, and as you can see I'm already going to be dealing with that problem," she rubbed her exposed green belly in hunger, "So I can offer you this delightful little deal with the devil. Feed me. Rub my belly. Give me a really good dinner and I'll let you live and I'll let you off scot free."

"...Really? That's all? You've got a deal!"

"Good to know, now follow me to the kitchen, I'm famished!" Not a word she'd usually use, but somehow she felt that using a larger vocabulary would make her seem scarier.

IDB Officer Ships are only a little larger than a caravan and have about three rooms. The cockpit, which doubles are a bedroom and armoury, the kitchen, and the bathroom. The kitchen was designed to hold enough food for four occupants for at least a few months. Feeling the rumbling in her gut and the situation she had gotten herself into, she felt that she'd need to have it restocked once she got back to HQ.

"Alright, now put on some soup, start a few sub sandwiches and put that roast on. You might as well prepare something while you feed me the snacks."

"Yes Sir...Ma'am....Officer."

Martha sat her shapely behind down onto a chair as the woman began to race around the kitchen putting things into motion. Martha drooled a little as a few Venusian Turkeys entered the boiling pots, and as the woman sliced open the loathes of bread, immediately filling them with slices of meat and vegetables. Taking only about a minute to set this up, thanks to a combined force of fear for her life and the prospect of getting away from the whole ordeal with no consequences, she quickly pulled a small series of tubes out of a refrigerated drawer. As delicious as solid food was, Tube Food was much more practical in areas with low gravity. She quickly made her way over to her and placed the end of a tube marked 'Chocolate' into Martha's mouth.

With a squeeze, the Martian woman found her cheeks balloon up around a suddenly giddy smile. That tasted divine! She quickly sucked every dollop of the chocolate goo from that tube and sent it down into her awaiting belly with a gulp. She soon found herself smiling through strawberry, grape, cheese, blueberry and jalapeno (Um, that is to say, Martian grape, Martian cheese, Martian blueberry and Martian jalapeno). As the empty tubes hit the table, Martha gave her full, but still rumbling belly a good rub.

"Uuuuuurp!" She belched, this was going to be fun.

With a beep of the microwave, the sandwiches were done. Grabbing a Pepperoni Milkshake(!), the woman delicately lowered the  meal towards Martha's face, flinching slightly as the hungry woman's teeth gnashed the bread in half. She at first sipped at the milkshake, but quickly emptied the glass in a single gulp. Drinks aren't usually known to be spicy, but the heat on her tongue was a little overwhelming; she needed to soak up the spice with some more bread. The woman watched cautiously as Martha gnawed and chewed her way through the sandwiches. She just imagined herself sliding down the same passage and quivered slightly as she stirred the soup. The minute the timer went off, she jumped and brought the steamy pot to Martha and began to pour it down her throat.

It was hot. Boiling hot. It was actually quite painful, it was so hot. But not painful enough for Martha to deny herself further consumption. Her stomach was already filled with sandwiches and semi solid goo, some boiling soup would hardly have an impact, aside from some growth. Placing both hands on her already colossal girth, Martha drummed on her gut as she moaned in stuffed pleasure. She giggled to herself slightly, as if to say, 'Take that, cravings!" She burped as the woman presented her with a few more tubes.

A few slurps and a burp emitted from her juicy green lips before the tubes found themselves in the ever growing pile of their empty brethren. "Those roasts ready yet?" The woman obediently ran over to the boiling pots and lifted the roasted poultry from within and placed them onto a series of plates. She brought them to the hungry mother-to-be, her lips smacking as the appetising aromas whiffed past her nose. "All this food is really taking it out of me. Feed me?"

With a forced smile, the woman pulled up a chair and sat down before Martha. Pulling a leg off the turkey, she presented it before Martha's face and within moments, saw it stripped of meat. She licked the juice from around her mouth as she simultaneously sent the food into her stomach, almost immediately presented with another leg. And then another. It should be noted that Venusian Turkey's have a few more legs than those found on Earth.

Cutting the bird into quarters, the woman began to cram each hunk of food into Martha's mouth almost forcefully. Perhaps she was finally growing bitter for such humiliating treatment, but if it was, Martha was too busy eating for six to notice. She would open her mouth and welcome another hunk of roast Turkey, grind her teeth against it while lopping it around with her tongue as much as she could, then send it down to play with her child. It was such a blissful situation that she completely failed to notice that the crunchy bird roast was eventually replaced with crisp toasted bread, soft melting ice cream, and juicy Peperoni and Pickle milkshakes. She had long ago run out of turkey, but she still seemed hungry, and if there was one this this woman wanted Martha not to be, it was hungry.

"Ooooh...BUUUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLALLLLLLALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUURRRLRLRUUURURRRRRP! ...Excuse me," exclaimed Martha, finally knocking her out of her trance of consumption. She looked around the kitchen and saw nothing but a mess. The entire place had been obliterated in the woman's attempts to keep her belly satisfied. The fridges were bare and gaping open, cupboards were pulled apart for their cutlery, and the pile of tubes had grown to rival Martha's girth. Or rather, it's original size.

Look down at the colossal green dome, had she been struck with amnesia, she would have not ruled out the possibility that she was in fact a man-eater. Originally watermelon size, had Mars had beaches, a beach ball wouldn't have come close to the right description. Attempting to lift herself off of the ground, she found it to be in vein; she'd need to put all her strength into a jump to single-handedly get herself off that chair, and given the small size of the room, this wasn't going to happen.

"Well, you have managed to appease my appetite. I feel as satisfied as can be."

"Oh good! Because I don't think there's a scrap l-"

"There is just one thing left."

The woman began to shiver as she looked upon Martha's immense stomach. It moved lightly with the gurgle of digestion, pulling apart the gigantic meal and forcing a giddy look of satisfaction on her face. Her lips began to tremble.

"I'm feeling a bit too full now. I think I'll need a belly rub."

"Oh! Okay, sure." The woman pushed back her chair as she kneeled before the gigantic green gut. Pressing her fingers to it, she began to swirl circles on the soft tummy flesh. Martha groaned in pleasure as the woman pressed her fingers hard on the squishy surface of her midsection.

"Don't forget my bellybutton, a lot of the pressure goes around there when I'm full."

Martha smiled as the woman obediently began to focus her rubbings around her navel. She squeezed, pressed and rubbed until the flesh felt numb. And then she continued. She propped up Martha's underbelly and pressed into it with her entire hand, slowly dragging it up to just in front of her breasts. She grabbed both side of the belly and pressed them together. Oh, it was absolute bliss. Martha didn't want to reach for the Emergency Controller and set the coordinates, but she knew she couldn't wallow in joy for the rest of her life. But it would take a few hours to get back, meaning she had a whole lot of rubbing to enjoy...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S PREGNANT!?" screamed the woman in fury as two guards dragged her down to a cell.

"How could you not tell? Her belly sticks out like a foot and a half!"

"She said she ate...She made me feed her and rub her gut for six hours! She threatened to eat me! She's an IDB Officer, that can't be legal!"

"It's sure as hell a lot more legal than Grand Theft Auto."

"And you left her on a desolate unknown planetoid, so that could be considered conspiracy to murder."

"We'll have to look into that."

She kicked and screamed all the way down the hall, to no avail whatsoever. Martha however, was greeted back quite fondly. She had captured two criminals on her day off, left the solar system to do so, AND broken her current Belly Record by twenty whole inches!

After at least a half hour of high fives, a few passing belly rubs and one or two photos, Martha waddled her way out of the station and made her way to the shooting range. Somehow she knew Xander would still be waiting for her. Once he heard about everything she had done today, he'd probably treat her to a few milkshakes. She always needed a few to satisfy her bump. She smiled as she lovingly rubbed the home of her unborn pride and joy as it kicked  at the walls of her tummy. And to think, she was only due in two measly years.