A South Park Pregnancy

Turd

*Kyle's POV*

I walked into Stan's house without even knocking. I'd started doing that years ago. He and Wendy were on the couch. Wendy was wearing a shirt that was way too small for her now. It had been a tight-fitting crop top before she was pregnant, and now it was almost like a bra. Her boobs had gotten huge, and the shirt didn't even come close to covering her belly button. It was really hot. I didn't know how Stan was keeping it in his pants. 

"Hey Kyle. What's up?" He asked. 

"Not much. I'm bored. What's on the agenda for tonight?" I asked. 

"Well, Shelly invited us to come to a frat party with her. We thought about going. I mean, we need to go out, and nobody at her college is going to think twice about Wendy being pregnant. They won't care," Stan said. 

"Sounds like fun," I said. 

"You should come! Meet some girls who aren't from here," Wendy said.

"You know what? I think I will. I don't want to stay in town tonight," I said. 

"You wanna get going?" Stan asked. Wendy and I both nodded, and they stood up. 

"Let me go put on a different shirt," she said. She ran up the stairs to Stan's room. 

"Is she grabbing one of your shirts?" I asked. 

"Nah. Wendy's parents have been out of town a lot. I think they're trying to avoid the gossip about the pregnancy. Wendy's been staying here a lot, and she's got a lot of her clothes in my closet," Stan said. Wendy came back down, wearing a tight, sheer shirt that did cover her stomach, but you could still see her skin, and the bright pink push-up bra she was wearing. She was wearing exactly the kind of outfit that would make people think she was slutty, but I thought she looked hot. And she wasn't letting her baby bump get in the way of her style. 

Stan drove, and we parked a ways away from the frat house. If the party got busted, we were just far enough away that they wouldn't run the plates. When we got inside, Stan and Wendy went to dance, and I went to grab a drink. They weren't drinking, Wendy because she was pregnant, and Stan because he was driving. But also because he didn't want to drink without her. I wasn't going to get wasted, but I wanted to take the edge off. 

"Hey, turd," I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Shelly Marsh standing there. She was wearing a tight, dark blue crop top and skinny jeans with holes. She was wearing grey wedge heels. The clothes hugged every curve of her body perfectly. She grinned at me. Her teeth were perfect now. So maybe those ugly years were made up for now. Her hair had been dyed from light brown to dark brown, and she'd curled it. Her lips were bigger than I'd remembered, and I just kind of wanted to kiss her. 

"Hey, Shelley. What's up?" I asked. She moved a little closer to me, so subtle I almost didn't notice it. 

"Not much. I didn't know Stan was bringing you," she said. 

"Yeah, sorry for crashing. There's not really much to do in South Park," I said. 

"Nah, I get it. I'm not upset. It's not even my party. It's a frat party," Shelly said. 

"Glad you're not upset. If I get thrown out, I have nowhere to go until Stan and Wendy are ready to leave," I said. 

"I can't believe my idiot brother knocked her up," Shelly said, laughing, drinking her beer. 

"Honestly, I can't either. But it seems like they've got it under control," I said, drinking some of mine. 

"Yeah, because the hell-raisers haven't been born yet. They'll have their hands full when she gives birth. One baby is too much to handle. I don't envy them," Shelly said. 

"Yeah, it'll be a lot of work. It's Stan and Wendy, though. They can do it," I said. She was silent for a second, took another swig of her beer. 

"Are you going to make out with me ever, or....?" Shelly said, trailing off.

"I...you...you want to make out with me?" I asked, a little surprised. 

"Yeah. I mean, sure, you're the little turd who's been friends with my brother for forever. And you probably remember how hideous and bitchy I was when we were younger. But I've changed, and you definitely changed. I mean...you're pretty hot now. So yeah, if you want to make out, I know a place," Shelly said, drinking the rest of her beer.

"Yeah, let's go," I said, downing the rest of my cup. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and into a bedroom, locking the door behind us. I didn't really care that she was Stan's sister. She was hot, and she wanted to make out with me. And she thought I was hot, too. 

She pushed me onto the bed, and threw herself on top of me, sticking her tongue down my throat. I traced the curve of her body from her back to her ass, and she pressed her body into mine. I felt myself go hard, and panicked for a second, thinking she might freak out, but then I remembered that the only reason college girls took boys into empty bedrooms to "make out" was so that they could fuck in private. 

That realization was confirmed when she felt it, smiled, and pulled her tight blue top off. She unclasped her push-up bra with surprising speed, and laid back on top of me. I hadn't realized just how big her tits were. She had to be at least a DD. They were perfectly rounded, and her nipples hardened up a little when the cold air hit her skin. She reached down to unzip my jeans. She slipped them off, along with my boxers, and her eyes widened. I pulled my shirt off, and looked at her. 

"You're huge," she breathed. I grinned and kissed her, both of us sitting now. I cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. She shivered and bit my bottom lip. I ran my hands up and down her sides. She wasn't skinny, but she was curvy in all the right places, and that was what I liked. 

After a while, she pulled me down onto the bed so we were both laying down, and kissed me again, while rubbing up against me. 

"I'm ready," she whispered. I went inside her, and she gasped. I could tell she wasn't in pain, or I would have stopped. Bebe had said I was huge, too. She kissed me in between gasps.

"Come inside me," she whispered when she could tell I was almost there. 

"But...Wendy...Stan...we don't...want that," I said between thrusts. 

"Birth control. Come inside me," she said. I did. I fell back on the bed next to her. After a few minutes, she leaned over and kissed me again.

"You're the best I ever had," she said in the sexiest voice ever.