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Colette from Tales of Symphonia. A common theme as of late and one I absolutely had to take part in.

Also I wrote a crappy story for it so uh here you go:

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Forty paces. She could only make it forty paces before her back started screaming in protest. A week ago she could walk for twenty minutes!

Colette sighed, and pushed the heels of her palms into her lower back, twisting left and right, trying to work out the kinks in the muscle. As she thrust she could feel the skin of her stomach tensing, the recent growth spurt of her and Lloyd's twins having taken up all possible room they could squeeze into on her small frame. They started to kick and roll in response, no doubt cramped up and craving more space.

The ex-Chosen looked around the beach of Altamira, idly wondering if anyone else was dealing with the same sort of issues. Probably not. She was starting to think she was the only one crazy enough to stroll around a resort in a bikini with such a huge belly popping out in all directions.

She was tired, sore, and she felt horribly out of place, but luckily not many other people seemed to be around. Idly she rubbed her sore, swollen tummy while keeping one hand firmly propped against her back. "Phew," she said, for some reason stating the onomatopoeia. "You little guys need to give mommy a break sometime."

Still, it didn't take much for her usual cheer to return. Inconvenient or no, she was carrying around what she was certain were the most adorable children ever, and she loved them just as much as she loved Lloyd. And besides, being able to feel was a good thing, comfort or no. She shuddered, remembering the Chosen's journey she undertook years ago, and the sacrifices and losses she had to take along with it.

It might hurt sometimes but at least she could feel it.

The fresh ocean breeze picked up, lazily weaving through her blonde hair and pulling her out of her momentary reverie. She had to admit, it really was a beautiful day. Gingerly, she sat down on the bare sand, stretched out her legs, and laid back, not caring about how long she'd have to shower later to clean out her hair. For a moment she remained on her back, letting the air flow around the obvious growth jutting up from the rest of her. She wrinkled her nose. Not much else had changed about her over the years or even over this pregnancy, although she at least wasn't a total ironing board anymore, as she had once described herself to some of her friends.

Sighing, she rolled to one side and propped her head up with and arm. Her other hand returned to the duty of massaging her middle, trying to ease the wriggling passengers within. "There there, just relax, like mommy." She said with a smile. "Soon I'll be able to hold you in my arms, and then you can kick and twist and squirm all you like, okay?" Giggling, she noted that not a word of it seemed to get through to them.

Soon, she had said. To be honest, she really wasn't sure how soon. She certainly looked and felt like she was ready to drop at any time, but by her count it had only been eight months, although she also hadn't really been paying much attention. Raine had told her that with multiples you almost never made the due date, but impossible odds seemed to be the way of her life, and she partly expected this to go on for another month and a half. Not that she was sure how it could, she was completely blown out of proportion already, and honestly didn't know how she could possibly grow any bigger.

After musing for a while, she got onto her hands and knees and slowly struggled to stand, breathing heavily and trying her darnedest not to throw out her back while at the same time being extra careful not to hurt her little ones. While it was nice to have some time alone, she really wished her love was here at the moment, if only just to help get her off the ground all the time. Rather than dwell on it, she decided to enjoy herself.

Casting off the slightly translucent sash of her new swimsuit, she waddled adamantly down to the water and, after a moment to adjust to how cold it felt on her toes, she carefully pressed onward until she was submerged up to her chest. The feeling of weightlessness was an immaculate relief to the girl, and she lowered herself up to her neck, not quite wanting to go entirely underwater. "Aaah," she sighed happily.

For an hour she sat in the waves, rocking gently back and forth with their comings and goings, and generally enjoying the cool. Eventually, the reality of her condition struck, and her stomach grumbled noisily as if to remind her. She emerged from the waves, dripping wet and chilled by the breeze, but all in all she felt a hundred times better. She looked down as if to smile at her unborn children, but then suddenly squeaked and pulled her hands to her chest. Apparently it was quite cold, and the white fabric was not helping things when wet.

After checking the area, and seeing that she was still alone, she relaxed and let her guard back down. "No use worrying," she said to herself. "Everyone gets cold and wet, right?"

Curiosity struck her, and she looked around as much as she could at herself. Her breasts had definitely grown, and she was certain she could even get some cleavage going with some effort and an entirely new wardrobe she wouldn't dare to wear herself. She was grateful that they were still perky and pert, milk-full though they were, and was extra thankful that she still didn't match up to Sheena. Her back hurt enough already.

Her hips had flared out a bit, which she was told was to help make things easier when the birth came. She still wasn't sure why her rear had grown almost as much as her chest, and frowned at how her bikini bottoms pinched against her hips and thighs.

She reached her hands down under her belly, and tried to join them. She could, thankfully, although she was worried that any more growth would cost her that much mobility as well.

Still, she remained like that for a while, cradling her middle and her unborn babies, and she felt a sudden peace overwhelm her. A warmth that said yes, this is right, everything is just the way you want it, and she smiled for the umpteenth time. If this was exemplary of the sort of trials motherhood would bring, then she welcomed it. Anything that made her feel this content had to be worth it.

A bump against her wrist seemed to signal her children's agreement, and she giggled once again.

And the groaned, realizing she had to go bend over and pick up that sash again. And hopefully it won't split my bottoms again like my one-piece, she thought regretfully.

Description
Colette from Tales of Symphonia. A common theme as of late and one I absolutely had to take part in.

Also I wrote a crappy story for it so uh here you go:

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Forty paces. She could only make it forty paces before her back started screaming in protest. A week ago she could walk for twenty minutes!

Colette sighed, and pushed the heels of her palms into her lower back, twisting left and right, trying to work out the kinks in the muscle. As she thrust she could feel the skin of her stomach tensing, the recent growth spurt of her and Lloyd's twins having taken up all possible room they could squeeze into on her small frame. They started to kick and roll in response, no doubt cramped up and craving more space.

The ex-Chosen looked around the beach of Altamira, idly wondering if anyone else was dealing with the same sort of issues. Probably not. She was starting to think she was the only one crazy enough to stroll around a resort in a bikini with such a huge belly popping out in all directions.

She was tired, sore, and she felt horribly out of place, but luckily not many other people seemed to be around. Idly she rubbed her sore, swollen tummy while keeping one hand firmly propped against her back. "Phew," she said, for some reason stating the onomatopoeia. "You little guys need to give mommy a break sometime."

Still, it didn't take much for her usual cheer to return. Inconvenient or no, she was carrying around what she was certain were the most adorable children ever, and she loved them just as much as she loved Lloyd. And besides, being able to feel was a good thing, comfort or no. She shuddered, remembering the Chosen's journey she undertook years ago, and the sacrifices and losses she had to take along with it.

It might hurt sometimes but at least she could feel it.

The fresh ocean breeze picked up, lazily weaving through her blonde hair and pulling her out of her momentary reverie. She had to admit, it really was a beautiful day. Gingerly, she sat down on the bare sand, stretched out her legs, and laid back, not caring about how long she'd have to shower later to clean out her hair. For a moment she remained on her back, letting the air flow around the obvious growth jutting up from the rest of her. She wrinkled her nose. Not much else had changed about her over the years or even over this pregnancy, although she at least wasn't a total ironing board anymore, as she had once described herself to some of her friends.

Sighing, she rolled to one side and propped her head up with and arm. Her other hand returned to the duty of massaging her middle, trying to ease the wriggling passengers within. "There there, just relax, like mommy." She said with a smile. "Soon I'll be able to hold you in my arms, and then you can kick and twist and squirm all you like, okay?" Giggling, she noted that not a word of it seemed to get through to them.

Soon, she had said. To be honest, she really wasn't sure how soon. She certainly looked and felt like she was ready to drop at any time, but by her count it had only been eight months, although she also hadn't really been paying much attention. Raine had told her that with multiples you almost never made the due date, but impossible odds seemed to be the way of her life, and she partly expected this to go on for another month and a half. Not that she was sure how it could, she was completely blown out of proportion already, and honestly didn't know how she could possibly grow any bigger.

After musing for a while, she got onto her hands and knees and slowly struggled to stand, breathing heavily and trying her darnedest not to throw out her back while at the same time being extra careful not to hurt her little ones. While it was nice to have some time alone, she really wished her love was here at the moment, if only just to help get her off the ground all the time. Rather than dwell on it, she decided to enjoy herself.

Casting off the slightly translucent sash of her new swimsuit, she waddled adamantly down to the water and, after a moment to adjust to how cold it felt on her toes, she carefully pressed onward until she was submerged up to her chest. The feeling of weightlessness was an immaculate relief to the girl, and she lowered herself up to her neck, not quite wanting to go entirely underwater. "Aaah," she sighed happily.

For an hour she sat in the waves, rocking gently back and forth with their comings and goings, and generally enjoying the cool. Eventually, the reality of her condition struck, and her stomach grumbled noisily as if to remind her. She emerged from the waves, dripping wet and chilled by the breeze, but all in all she felt a hundred times better. She looked down as if to smile at her unborn children, but then suddenly squeaked and pulled her hands to her chest. Apparently it was quite cold, and the white fabric was not helping things when wet.

After checking the area, and seeing that she was still alone, she relaxed and let her guard back down. "No use worrying," she said to herself. "Everyone gets cold and wet, right?"

Curiosity struck her, and she looked around as much as she could at herself. Her breasts had definitely grown, and she was certain she could even get some cleavage going with some effort and an entirely new wardrobe she wouldn't dare to wear herself. She was grateful that they were still perky and pert, milk-full though they were, and was extra thankful that she still didn't match up to Sheena. Her back hurt enough already.

Her hips had flared out a bit, which she was told was to help make things easier when the birth came. She still wasn't sure why her rear had grown almost as much as her chest, and frowned at how her bikini bottoms pinched against her hips and thighs.

She reached her hands down under her belly, and tried to join them. She could, thankfully, although she was worried that any more growth would cost her that much mobility as well.

Still, she remained like that for a while, cradling her middle and her unborn babies, and she felt a sudden peace overwhelm her. A warmth that said yes, this is right, everything is just the way you want it, and she smiled for the umpteenth time. If this was exemplary of the sort of trials motherhood would bring, then she welcomed it. Anything that made her feel this content had to be worth it.

A bump against her wrist seemed to signal her children's agreement, and she giggled once again.

And the groaned, realizing she had to go bend over and pick up that sash again. And hopefully it won't split my bottoms again like my one-piece, she thought regretfully.