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 Proud Gilda (WIP)
 
 >It was a lazy Sunday afternoon
 >Or at least, it was supposed to be
 >You were just sketching away at your office desk
 >Gilda, however, was busy doing aerobics despite being full-term with twins
 >Completely in the buff
 >Her last set of clothes being a few sizes too small on account of her belly
 >Despite it all she was still going strong
 >Unfazed by her massive midsection weighing her down
 >Her bronze feathers glistening with sweat
 >She was grunting a bit though
 >You finally spoke up as you turned her chair to face her
 
 “You know, the doctor said you should be taking it easy right now”
 
 >“Yeah, and he also said I couldn’t get pregnant by you. So I’m not so keen to take his advice”
 
 “Well, I guess I wouldn’t get to see you like this if you did” you tried to reason
 >She was grinning at you now
 
 >“Yeah”
 >And without warning, she bent backwards
 >Bringing her belly high in the air
 >Her arms weren’t even touching the ground
 
 >“You get to look at this”
 >She emphasized as she air-guided her hands down the contours of her belly
  >It managing to maintain its round shape thanks to the pressure within
 >It and the rest of her body jiggling from the strain of her muscles
 >You weren’t sure whether to be amazed or terrified
 
 “How in the world is your back not breaking right now?”
 
 >“Easy, I’m awesome” she chirped as she brought herself back up with a wipe of her brow
 >You resisted the urge to roll your eyes
 
 “Legs off steel”
 >She smirked and waltzed up to you
 
 >“Mhm, and a spine of titanium”
 >She draped her arms over your shoulders
 >You rather consciously noted her belly was also pressing against your chest as one of its occupants delivered a swift kick to your chest
 
 >“Now how about I use those steel legs on you for my post-workout?”
 
 “Shouldn’t you get cleaned off first?”
 
 >“Get clean to get all sweaty again? I don’t think so”
 >Oh boy
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 >”I’m going to take your silence as a yes”
 >and with no further prompting, she reached down and began undoing your pants
 >at least she didn’t rip them off like your first night together
 >with your manhood on display to her, she seemed to stop and ponder her next move
 >then, with a grin, she grabbed onto the arms of the chair-
 >and brought the underside of her belly to rest on your length
 >only to start slowly rubbing up and down against it
 
  “Not going to use your hands?”
 
 >”Hush, you know you love it” she chirped
 >she wasn’t wrong
 >the combination of slick fur and weight pressing against it was…stimulating
 >she took a moment to lean down a bit
 >her protruding navel brushing against your tip
 >she gave a hiss
 >she had mentioned it was a sensitive spot
 >her belly quivering a bit at the sudden jolt to the nerves
 >still, she didn’t let it slow her down as she continued her ministrations on you
 >after a minute, she eased off and admired her handiwork
 >you were now standing full at attention
 >time to move this to the bed
 >but just as you tried to stand up, she pinned you in place with a palm to the chest
 >you looked up at her, confused
 
  “Uhhh, shouldn’t we get in the bed first?”
 
 >”Nah”
 >she straddled one leg across the chair and your lap
 
 >“I’m not waiting”
 >and with a heave and a hop, she was in the chair and on your lap
 >the cushioned office chair groaning under your combine weight
 >Her engorged womb now sandwiched between her and your chest
 >someone tucked in there giving a hefty kick in protest
 
 >”Ready?
 >the moment you opened your mouth, a taloned finger stopped you
 
 >”That was rhetorical”
 >and with that, she braced her arms and legs against the chair
 >hoisted her rump in the air
 >and with a practiced aim brought it down on your shaft
 >whatever air was still in your lungs was promptly sent out
 
 >”Try to keep up this time”
 >and on that simple order, they were off
 >or rather she was off, you were still trying to gather yourself after the sudden bombardment on your pelvis
 >the best you could do initially was hold on for dear life
 >your hands automatically resting on to the closest and largest thing to you, her belly
 >the taunt glistening orb offered no grip for you, but it was better than letting your arms just flop down
 >Gilda meanwhile was using those toned legs of hers to lift herself as ways up your length before bringing it back down
 >without your input however, it was more a jamming action than a proper rhythm
 >fortunately, you recovered from your brief shock momentarily and started to lay on your moves
 >in no time you had a rhythm matching hers
 >for a moment, she didn’t seem to react
 >but that changed shortly after when you heard a moan resonate from her throat
  >with a shift of her rump she arched her back, leaning away from you
 >and bringing her belly to its full glory
 >right in your face
 >this close to you, the heaving orb seemed massive
 >even with your fingers splayed, they couldn’t even begin to cover it
 >well, no point skimping the opportunity
 >you started to rub a few circles along the taunt flesh
 >you could feel a few solid bodies, shifting within from the jarring between the two of you
 >your children
 >you’d have to contemplate your two’s future later as a more glaring activity was bouncing up and down in front of you
 >decided to give her a slight tease, you started to stroke your thumb over her protruding belly button
 >her belly instantly undulated from the stimulation
 
 >”You keep doing that and I’m gonna hit you!” she hissed
 
 “Sorry”
 
 >”Just...keep pounding”
 >that, you could do
 >still, she didn’t say anything about taking your hands off her belly
 >she leaned back in and brought her hands on your shoulders
 >her wings starting to flap a bit
 >she was getting close
 >time to wrap things up
 >you started picking up the pace
 >her body was starting to twitch errantly
 >and with a final thrust, you grabbed onto her hips to try and keep the gryphon from flying off your shaft as you both hit orgasm
 >her wings flared out for a moment before closing
 >slowly she slumped against you
 >or at least as close as she could with her belly in the way
 >carefully, you propped up her beak with a finger
 >you both shared a brief, sated smile
 
 >”Now it’s time for that shower”
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 >your numb legs delayed the process of actually standing up
 >by the time you did manage to drag yourself out of the chair, Gilda was already down the hall and in the bathroom
 
 >”There you are,” she called Get in here!”
 >While she spoke she backed up, she subconsciously started trying to enter the shower door sideways, not taking into account her cumbersome belly
 >her attention immediately turned behind her as the brown orb brushed and snagged against the door frame
 
 >”Aw come on”
 >you raised an eyebrow at the sight
 
 “You sure the two of us can fit in there?”
 >well, four of you actually
 
 >”Yes! Now hush!” she grunted
 >She tried again, this time backing up, then going through the door butt first
 >but once again, her belly was just wide enough to snag on both edges if the frame
 
 “Here, let me help”
 >carefully, you placed your palms on her belly and gave the gentlest of pushes
 >sure enough, the strained flesh gave just enough to slip through the door
 
 “See? Was that that bad?”
 >she just fluffed her feathers with a “humph”
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 >as expected, it was a tad cramped in the small, enclosed shower.
 >if she was just a bit bigger, the two of you probably wouldn’t be able to stand comfortably
 >even still, in her state, you two barely had an inch between you
 >a slight out of sync movement and you were running into her butt
 
 >”Round 2 already?” she asked grinning at you from over her shoulder
 
 “No nonono! I don’t heal THAT quickly!”
 >she just snickered at the flustered response and leaned against you lightly
 
 >”That was enough for one day anyway. Now I just want to unwind”
 >And on that note, she flipped on the water, shivering a bit as the cold water hit her before it warmed up
 
 >”Ohhh, I needed this” she cooed, stretching her arms up and behind her head and back while standing on her tiptoes
 >with the water pouring, her whole body seemed to be glistening
 >even with that big belly, she still had an air of grace to her
 >you just leaned to the side and admired the spectacle
 >your fecund goddess
 >the moment seemed to last ages even though it was just a few spare moments
 >once her stretch was over, she reached over the shelf on the shower’s corner and grabbed the shampoo
 >with you in the back, most of the water was hitting her rather than you
 >still, you wanted to contribute something to the moment
 
 “Need some help lathering up the belly?”
 
 >”Not really, my hands can still reach around my gut”
 >this was half true
 >at its widest point, she could still interlock her fingers, but just barely
 
 ”Yeah, but more hands make small work, or something like that”
 >She raised an eyebrow at you
 
 >”You just want an excuse to rub up all of my belly”
 >No point hiding it
 
 “You know me all too well”
 
 >”Weeeell," she said as she pretended to consider the offer, even though she already had an answer
 
 >"I’ve got no reason to say no, and since you’ve been so good…”
 >wasting no time, you took the bottle of body wash off the shower corner shelf and dabbed some on your palms
 >reaching around her back, you placed your hands her against her distended belly and started working circles into the flesh
  >her reaction was almost immediate as she started giving little chirps and purrs from the ministrations while she shampooed her head feathers
 >When the bulk of her abdomen was lathered, morbid curiosity struck you
 >you reached down, cupped the underside of her belly, and gave it a slight heft
 >she jumped slightly as the sudden motion
 
 >“Hm, wha? What’s all this for?” she asked looking over her shoulder at you
 
 “Just wanted to see for myself, how heavy is this thing to you?”
 
 >”Eh, not as bad as you’d think”
 >she said that, but you tilted your head as you gave a slightly longer lift
 >you blinked in shock as you truly felt the weight of it
 >The gigantic orb barely had any give to it!
 >at a glance, it looked squishy and yielding
 >but on actual contact, it felt like a exercise ball filled to the brim with lead
 
 “Not that bad!? I can barely move that thing!”
 
 >”Oh come on, it ain’t that bad”
 >and with that, she reached down towards base of her belly and hoisted the entire thing a good foot or so in the air
 >you stared slackjawed
 >everyday your girlfriend’s strength amazed you in new ways
 
 “How in the world are you doing that?”
 
 >”But Anon. I already told you my secret”
 
 “Wha-“
 >you tried stopped yourself, but it was too late
 >you knew what was coming as she donned that cheeky grin
 
 >”I’m awesome!”
 >walked right into that
 
 “Yeah, but you’re so heavy!”
 
 >”Well, that’s what happens when you knock someone up with 10lb twins”
 >and on that statement, she let go of the misshapen mass, prompting it to rigidly bounce up and down a few times before settling
 >she immediately winced
 
 >”Oph! Shouldn’t have did that. Woke them up” she moaned as she stroked the side of her belly where a bump had jabbed out briefly
 
 “Speaking of which, we still need to pick baby names”
 >Gilda’s mood immediately flip-flopped with a groan
 
 >”You know I’m not good with picking names!” she pouted
 
 “Aw come on. All we need is a boy name and a girl name and we’re done!”
 
 >”But they need to be cool names! And there’s some many that I can’t decide!”
 
 “At this rate they’re going to be out the womb by the time and out of diapers by the time you decide” you mumbled
 >She shot a glare at you
 
 >”Alright, smarty pants. You pick some names!”
 
 “Alright! How about…”
 >you stopped and pondered the thought
 >Actually, you weren’t quite sure yourself
 >she grinned
 
 >”See? Told you it’s not easy”
 
 “You’re right, you’re right” you declared
 
 “Still, one of these nights we need to sit down with that baby names book and start marking some off”
 
 >”Yeah, yeah. Till then, they fine either way tucked up in here” she said, give the side of her belly a light slap, prompting a slight jiggle to undulate through it.
 
 “Yep; big, healthy babies” you said rubbing your hands randomly across her tummy
 >in your idle hand movements, however, you brushed her protruding belly button
 >she winced and gave a hiss
 
 >”Gah! Don’t do that!” she whined
 >you raised an eyebrow
 
 “Is it really that sensitive?”
 
 >”Sensitive enough I’ll hit you with something if you keep doing that”
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 >With the shower done, the two of you carefully made your way out of the shower to dry off
 >The process took a tad longer for Gilda given the extra-large belly that had to be dried
 >the biggest towels you had barely covering half the top her belly
 >finally though, with a bit of teamwork you got her belly as close to dry as possible
 >you’d occasionally feel someone nudge you from the other side of the taunt skin and through the towel
 
 >”They’re probably going to be kicking me all night now at this rate” she winced
 
 “How they managed to sleep through all that in the office chair is beyond me”
 
 >”They’re like me, they can sleep through anything”
 >she looked off to the side
 
 >”Well, short of flipping the bed over. Speaking of which”
 >she tossed the towel on the rack and waddled down the hall and for the bed room
 
 >”Bed, wonderful bed” she purred as she pulled the covers back and crawled onto the bed
 >like a glutted cat, she arched her back in a full-body stretch
 >lifting her quivering belly to the ceiling before coming back down on the mattress with a sigh
 >you tried your best not to snicker at the sight
 >she draped herself with a blanket and beckoned you over with a taloned finger
 
 >”Don’t leave me here all by myself”
 
 “I’d never dream” you countered as you waltzed on over
 >The second you reached for the covers, she crawled under them
 >not sure what she was planning, you went ahead and edged into your side of the bed
 >but when you started to pull the covers up, she come up with them
 >and shot between your arms and nuzzled against your chest
 >no pranks, no teasing or mocking
 >just a honest cuddle
 >you returned in kind by wrapping your arms around her
 >there was a stillness for a moment before she finally spoke
 
 >“Thank you”
 
 “Hm? For what?”
 >she looked up at you
 >there was no snarky grin
 >just a genuine tired…happiness?
 
 >“For putting up with me. For being patient when I was angry when,” she motioned to her belly, “they happened. For not leaving me all alone. For always being there when the cravings hit, when the moodswings made me want to punch something
 >she looked down
 
 >”I know I don’t deserve it…”
 >that was enough
 
 “Gilda”
 >she slowly looked up at you
 
  “If I knew what was going to happen, I wouldn’t have traded or changed any of it for the world. You,” you stopped and rested a hand on her belly, “or them.”
 >the faintest sniffle escaped her beak
 
 >”Thank you”
 >and with that, the two of you came together for a kiss that held for what seemed like an eternity
 >your hands playing across her belly
 >someone on the other side giving your palm a thump
 >finally, your broke the kiss
 >the two of you shared a smile
 >and then, in a moment of maybe misplaced deviance, you brushed your thumb over her navel
 >once again her whole tensed up
 
 “WHA!” she squawked before glaring at you.
 >you gave a cheek grin
 >and with no further prompting, she slammed a pillow down on your face
 
 >”Told you I was gonna hit you with something”