Kate and Jenny

Part 18

Jenny

We were alone. Angie's eyes immediately turned to my bloated midsection, which grasped her sight with its irresistible gravity. The slight blush on Angie's cheeks made her even more beautiful in my eyes. I longed for her touch. I craved it with all of my being. I almost felt how heavenly it would be if her nimble fingers were laid upon the globe of my stomach, how I would relish in her gentle touch.

"I-I think I should go..." Angie said with her eyes still glued to my abdomen. 'No, no, no!' I wanted to scream. 'She can't leave now!'

Before I could say anything a lightning struck outside. Mere milliseconds later a deafening thunder shook the house and I knew exactly what to say.

"You want to go home in this weather? Don't be ridiculous! You can stay right here." Angie slept over in our house before and there was a chair bed in my room just for that purpose. I secretly hoped she'd opted to share the bed with me though. After all it was large enough to accommodate both of us, despite my swollen form.

"I suppose you're right... I'll go get some pillow and blanket." She said leaving me all alone in my room.

Angie returned few minutes later with sheets, blanket and pillow. I noticed she was crimson red in the face and she kept muttering something to herself, but I couldn't quite distinguish what. 'Something about size?' I just shrugged and let it go.

We stayed up for hours, filled with belly rubs (to my immense delight), talking and laughing... and kissing...

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Kate

I left Jenny's room, quickly following after dad's departure. Judging by his expression, before walking away, I would say he simply wasn't prepared to see one of his little princesses devour more food than four other people combined. 'He'd better get used to it soon, I guess...'

I slipped into my room. I wasn't sure whether mum wanted to have some deeper conversation with me about my relationship with Mark or whether she just wanted to know that one 'little' detail about its nature, but I knew I definitely didn't want to talk right now. Despite sleeping through most of the afternoon I felt weak and tired. I fully intended to call it a day. Maybe it was a bit selfish from me, but I was kinda happy with how the dinner went. 'Mum's head will without a doubt be preoccupied with Jenny.'

A blinding light shone through the window followed closely by roaring thunder, shaking the entire house. 'Wow, that was near! I wouldn't want to be caught outside right now...'

Heavily I sat down on the bed and stripped off my shirt letting it fall to the floor, revealing a bra I only put on before the dinner. I looked down. It wasn't a very good looking bra, but it served its purpose as the cups were big enough to fit my huge melons. 'What was its size again?' I scratched my head. 'N cup? Something like that. Yeah, that sounds about right.'

A soft knock on the door made me look up. A blonde head that could belong to only one person peeked through the door, turning deep red upon seeing me. "Uhm, c-could you point me in direction of some extra pillow and blanket, please?"

"Yeah, sure." I said. Unwillingly I stood up, trying to contain a sigh.

The never ending dilemma hit me once again. 'Should I sleep in a bra or should I take it off?' I decided for the former. Mostly because the bra was... surprisingly comfortable. Or rather not as uncomfortable as bras tended to be. I quickly took off my pants and climbed into the bed, falling asleep only few moments later.

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling strange. My chest felt very warm and tingly. Slightly panicked I sat up and turned on a lamp on my nightstand, before I started to examine what was going on with my boobs. 'They're growing! They're literally growing right in front of my eyes!' And growing they were. Slowly the soft tear shaped wonders expanded, spilling over the cups of the bra, sending waves of pleasure down my spine and spreading into every fiber of my body. I moaned softly, despite putting all my effort into staying silent. It was getting harder and harder to breathe as the bra became tighter and tighter. And still they grew, spilling more and more over the now too small cups. I wanted more. 'Grow! Just grow! Bigger!' I bit my hand to stop a spontaneous scream of sheer blissful ecstasy that threatened to escape from my lips. The over-strained fabric cried out, fighting with more bust than it could possibly handle to contain. 'More! Burst right out!' I demanded.