A Fruitful Vacation

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"Gosh, my back is so stiff!"

We all were feeling a bit stiff as we got off of the airplane, our faces greeted to the warm California air. A cross-country flight is never the easiest on anybody's body, so I could only imagine how Jane, Mitsu and Maria were faring with all of the unborn bodies inside their wombs.

Jane pressed both hands into her lower back, trying to massage her poor, achy muscles. Doing so pushed her twin-sized belly out even further, and even made the bottom-side of her belly stick out from the white blouse she wore. Her black leggings didn't do much to cover up her belly either, though they did give me a nice view of her bubbly ass cheeks and widening hips. I came up from behind her, pressing my fingers into her sore back as well in an attempt to help.

"How's that?" I asked gently.

"Hrgghh," she grumbled as I dug my fingers in. "It helps some. Doesn't help that I had to sit in that stiff chair for six hours!"

"I know, I feel that," I sympathized with her. My poor legs were so tight after being locked into a seated position for so long. I at least had the fortune of not having to carry such large amounts of babies in my belly.

I looked back at Mitsu and Maria as we walked about the concourse, my hands still trying to work the knots out of Jane's poor back, the both of them giving me a loving smile that I returned as well.

Mitsu rested her hands on her pregnant belly, which only had the bottom half of it covered up by a pair of black leggings, while she wore a green crop top over her breasts. She sat to my right on the flight, and for the most part, our babies remained pretty calm inside her womb, save for takeoff and landing. Mitsu was pretty happy to have me sitting beside her on the flight just to help calm our unborn daughters whenever they decided to get into kicking fits, and I was more than grateful to do so on the flight.

Maria wore a loose and flowy pink dress that clung nicely to her belly, hips, and booty. She was starting to look more and more like an overdue pregnant woman as she entered her 6th week of pregnancy, and each day it seemed like she radiated more brightly with a maternal glow that I've come to absolutely adore.

The three of us managed to get our bags and somehow were able to hail a cab amongst the chaos at the airport. It was a bit of a tight fit in the cab, given that it only had 3 seats in the back. I had to sit up front as my three pregnant lovers crammed in the back, their bellies smushing up against each other.

Mitsu had the misfortune of being in the middle seat, and judging by the impressions of hands and feet I could see against the tight surface of her belly, I could tell our babies were not happy to have their mother's womb being smushed. Her belly shook and quaked as our babies shifted and moved around inside her womb, kicking hard against Jane and Maria's bellies and startling the two. The resulting kicks to Jane and Maria's bellies caused them to shake a bit as well, though their babies hadn't started kicking yet like the three fully-grown and overdue babies in Mitsu's womb.

"Settle down in there you three," Mitsu blushed as she gently patted her busy womb. Jane and Maria giggled as their bellies were kicked at by Mitsu's babies. I couldn't help but chuckle as well. Inside all of their wombs were my babies, meaning that all of those unborn babies that they gestated inside them were brothers and sisters. It was a pretty incredible sight to see them interacting with each other while they still gestated in their beautiful mothers, and honestly, I was excited to see all of my babies kicking in their wombs.

That will be a glorious day.

In the meantime, we finally pulled up to our oceanside hotel and got ourselves checked in. Thanks to some strings that Nastasia was able to pull, we were given a beautiful penthouse near the top floor, with a rather spacious living room, kitchen, three bedrooms, and three bathrooms. As we all walked into the room, Maria quickly dropped her bags and made her way to the beachside porch, opening the window and instantly soaking in the ocean air. The warm breeze caught her pink dress and her hair in an almost majestic way, and with the sunlight reflecting off of her caramel skin and the smile on her face, she looked like she was in heaven.

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