Evie and Sara, Part 1
by FoxxHart, Aug 21, 2018, 1:06:51 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories
 Groaning in pain, belly quaking, the last head finally emerges, stretching her wider than all the rest.
 “C’mon Evie, you’ve already pushed out fifteen!”
 “This is bigger than all the rest Sara!” Evie cried.
 Her emerald eyes glued shut, she bore down, her still-titanic, stretch-marked womb contracted to push the last baby out. Her stubby legs flailed, she was hoisted off the ground by its sheer size, her friend Sara waiting to catch the baby in the back. Her watermelon sized, milk-swollen mounds sprayed milk everywhere as she screamed, the head finally emerging fully.
 “The head’s out, just a bit more, c’mon!” yelled Sara.
 Evie groaned as she bore down, finally releasing the baby, a boy, eleven pounds, five ounces.
 “Wow you weren’t kidding,” said Sara as she cut the cord and cleaned him off.
 “Finally, that was the hardest delivery yet!” said Evie.
 Within moments her womb began to contract to its normal state, and all signs of her pregnancy had vanished. She fell back on the bed, exhausted by the ordeal.
 “Alright honey buns, rest up, I’ll take them to the adoption facility. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.” said Sara as she removed the protective padding from the bed.
 Evie nodded and drifted off to sleep, while Sara made eight trips to bring all the babies to the van. She knew she was going to need a bigger one, however, for the next batch.
 The next day the girls got up bright and early, at four in the morning. They would have to be at the clinic before it opened, as not to miss any opportunities. They showered together as always, just to save water. Sara towered over Evie, at five foot ten, as opposed to Evie’s five foot three. Physically they were quite opposite, although both beautiful. Sara was tall and slender, one-hundred and twenty pounds, with a very sexy, thin face, and with creamy mocha skin and ebony hair. Evie was short and stout, two-hundred and forty pounds, delicately fair with a cute face, very pudgy cheeks, and auburn hair. Sara’s ass was firm, Evie’s was quite fat. Sara’s abs were tight, while Evie had love handles and a big, flabby belly that nearly blocked her toes from her vision. Her belly had nothing do with her pregnancies though, she was just adorably fat in her natural state. Sara had a small B cup, Evie had an E-cup with huge pink nipples. Her thunder thighs were also extremely thick, enough to cause her to waddle, and her arms were even thicker than Sara’s thighs, with plenty of jiggly flab. Once the two finished showering they ate breakfast. Sara as always ate like a bird, simply drinking a protein shake. Evie, on the other hand, not even pregnant anymore, ate half a pack of bacon, half a box of Fruity Pebbles with three cups of whole milk, and five toaster waffles smothered in syrup. Of course something like this was just a pre-dinner snack for Evie while pregnant, luckily for her all pregnancy weight gain disappeared with everything else. After Evie ate her entire breakfast in seven minutes, the girls cleaned up and headed to the van.
 “How many do you think you can handle this time Evie?” asked Sara as she drove.
 “A lot more, I know it. At least twenty, if not twenty-five to thirty.” she replied.
 “I’m going to have to go to the grocery store every day aren’t I?” Sara asked.
 “Girl, you were already doing that!” Evie responded, teasingly.
 Truth be told Sara didn’t mind, in fact she was quite giddy about the prospect of her lifelong best friend growing much larger than before. Evie had become bedbound within three months, by the time the babies had all reached four months gestation. Her belly was gargantuan and covered with stretchmarks so early on, Sara had to vigorously oil her belly multiple times every day, as well as feed her ridiculous quantities of food. But she loved taking care of her adorable beached whale of a friend, and Evie loved being taken care of by her Amazonian bestie, as well as being helplessly bedbound by a squirming round tummy.
 The girls arrived at the clinic, just in time for it to open, and already a woman was walking up to it, trying to avoid the protesters that were surely to arrive. Evie hopped out of the car as fast as her fat little legs would allow, and began to concentrate before the woman disappeared into the clinic. Immediately the woman’s small but noticeable belly began to deflate, its contents transferring to Evie’s waiting womb. Of course because of Evie’s already fat belly, the effects were not visible, it was going to take a lot more for her womb to push through all that pudge.
 “Twins, four months along,” Evie said.
 The woman had a confused look, and wondered why she had come to this clinic. She shrugged and left, thinking she must have just been out of it.
 “That was a close one,” said Sara, “We might have missed them!”
 “Well, we’re doing the best we can,” Evie replied.
 The girls were not against the clinic or the women, in fact they felt the utmost sympathy for them. They hated watching protesters harass them. It was a perfect scenario, however. Evie loved being pregnant, and she had a special inborn ability to transfer pregnancies to herself. The original mother would have no recollection of ever being pregnant, nor would anyone she knew. Rather than take babies from mothers who planned to keep them, Evie only took from these clinics, to save the woman some serious distress, and to not steal from another. Sara simply loved taking care of her best friend and watching her grow huge, and was filthy rich from an inheritance, so she had plenty of time to do so. The girls sat down on a nearby bench, while Sara rubbed Evie’s belly lovingly. Evie smiled, happily displaying her cutie pie dimples.
 Over the next five hours, Evie transferred pregnancy after pregnancy. She took on a singleton at three months, twins at two months, another singleton at one month, triplets (what a find) at one month, another set of twins at four months, and finally a singleton at two months. The initial twins she took at four months development would be paused while their womb mates caught up, then once all were at the twin’s stage, gestation would continue normally.
 “Wow that is a lot of multiples today! Jackpot!” squealed Evie, rubbing her now firm belly.
 It hadn’t grown much, just enough to completely block her toes from her vision. It now filled out firmly, pushing her fat to the sides and underneath, leaving a small coating of it surrounding the now very crowded womb. Her deep belly button had filled almost completely, but it hadn’t yet popped from the pressure. It was going to get much bigger with just these babies alone, but the Evie had a lot more to add. Her breasts, however, were already straining heavily in her bra, her nipples now much fatter and thicker, sticking out clear as day. It wouldn’t be long before they would grow hugely fat, tight, and swollen with lots of milk, and start to leak all day and night.
 “What’s the total now?” asked Sara.
 “Twelve. It’s closing time soon though, we’ll have to finish up tomorrow.” she replied.
 Sara nodded and hoisted her friend up. Evie now had to waddle with an arch in her back, as her weight had increased greatly, and her center of gravity pushed forward with the heavy womb. Her womb had added a good thirty pounds already of baby and fluid, bringing her total to 270. Evie huffed and puffed as she, with Sara’s help, hoisted herself into the passenger seat. She was completely soaked with sweat by the time she got in. She closed her eyes and rubbed all over her belly groaning. The four oldest babies were kicking up a storm in their new surroundings, causing Evie to moan with pleasure. Sara grabbed some oil from the dash and pulled Evie’s shirt up. She squeezed it all over her belly and began to rub it in in big circles.
 “Oh fuck that feels so good, this is my absolute favorite thing.” said Evie.
 “I know,” said Sara, giggling, “luckily for you I have to do this at least ten times a day!”
 “You know what you have to do now right?” asked Evie.
Sara sighed, and nodded.
 “Andale, andale!” Evie yelled.
 And with that, Sara sped off, lest the raging beast destroy her.
 Ten minutes later, and Sara fifty bucks shorter, Evie was gorging on enough food to feed a family of five.
 “Babies are hungry,” she said, stuffing another chicken finger in her mouth. “So, so hungry.”
 Sara giggled and smiled. If Evie’s weight gain had remained after a pregnancy Sara would do her best to control it, only allowing enough to sustain mother and babies. But since Evie would return to two-forty, she indulged her as much as she wanted. Evie had finished her almost her entire meal in the fifteen minute drive home. Three double bacon cheeseburgers, twenty chicken fingers, two large seasoned curlies with extra ranch, two apple pies, five sugar cookies, and two of her three large vanilla shakes. Her shirt was straining hard against her stuffed belly, her belly button dangerously close to popping from the immense pressure bearing down on it.
 “I don’t understand how you even have room for all that food with that huge womb in the way,” said Sara as she strained to get her butterball friend out of the car.
 “Where there’s a will there’s a way!” replied Evie. “I should have gotten another burger, actually, I’m still so hungry. Hey, my shake!”
 “Let’s get you in bed first and I’ll bring it to you.”
 When Evie finally got herself out, she arched her back as far as she could and groaned, her belly so intensely tight. She waddled slowly as Sara supported her. It took her five minutes to waddle to her ground floor bedroom, and another minute to get herself on her bed. She laid on her back, panting and sweating profusely, her seemingly full term orb going up and down with the rhythm of her breath. Sara pulled her up and she, using all of her strength, scooted back bit by bit, resting her back on five pillows, with her belly sitting in her lap.
 “My shaaaaaaake, and some cookies please, and by some, I mean a lot,” said Evie as she rubbed her pudgy fingers all over her swell.
 Sara obliged, grabbed her shake, three boxes of Double Stuffed Oreos, and some coconut oil. She handed Evie her snacks and then oiled up her belly as she gorged. She downed her shake before she finished her first box, making Sara grab her a glass and a gallon of whole milk. She finished up the last two boxes and the full gallon, her belly still somehow rumbling with hunger, yet she was too tired to oblige. She fell asleep almost immediately, through a flurry of kicks and growling belly. Sara smiled, patted her cutie pie head, and went to the grocery store to spend three-hundred dollars on tomorrow’s food, plus another two-hundred on that week’s coconut oil.
Evie and Sara, Part 2
by FoxxHart, Aug 21, 2018, 3:42:20 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories
 Sara had to wake up extra early to prepare Evie’s breakfast: One pound of sausage, one pack of bacon, half a dozen fried eggs, one box of Fruity Pebbles, one gallon of whole milk, and half a honeydew melon. The scents from the kitchen, as well as the stirring of her womb’s occupants, woke Evie. She found herself lying flat on her back, stuck like a turtle, her breasts now much larger and pushing up against her chin as well as falling side to side. Clearly all of the fat and calories in her meal yesterday amped up her milk production. Her forward vision was almost completely blocked by her huge, overdue-looking belly, which had grown considerably since last night, the underside now exposed.
 “Sara! I’m stuck!” she cried out.
 “Hold on fatty!” Sara yelled in response.
 “Well, she ain’t lyin’,” Evie said to herself.
 “Oh, my poor, stuck, swollen baby machine,” said Sara, teasingly. “Alright, here goes.”
 Sara, using all of her might, pulled Evie up.
 “C’mon,” Sara said in a strained tone.
 Evie groaned as she tried to lift her immense baby belly up. Somehow, her belly button still hadn’t popped. She felt the pressure on it, she knew it was dying to.
 “Oh wow, already?” Evie said, taking note of the wet spots on her shirt. “Can you get the pump, and my breakfast, please?”
 Sara nodded and first returned with the pump. Evie pulled off her wet shirt and put the pumps to her nipples. While she was doing that, Sara returned with a tray, and a few more trips later, all of Evie’s breakfast. Evie went to town while the machine did its work, helping to relieve the pressure in her breasts, and while Sara oiled her belly up and gave it a deep massage. Sara soon had to grab two new bottles, as the two attached to the pumps were already filled to the brim.
 “You really should be a competitive eater. Holy shit Evie, you never cease to amaze me with how much you can pack in that belly, and how fast you finish it off!” said Sara, as she replaced the bottles yet again.
 Evie giggled as she finished up the last of her breakfast, filling up the bottles again.
 “Just let it run its course now, or we’ll be here all day while it pumps,” said Evie.
 Sara took the milk to a specially designated fridge, to be filled throughout the week and then donated to a milk bank.
 “We’ve got to go actually, don’t want to be late,” said Sara. “Enjoy being up now, because it’s the last time for the next 8 months, before that baby-packed belly weighs you down,” Sara teased.
 Sara helped Evie get her legs over the bed, then heaved while Evie scooted until she was at the edge.
 “One, two, three!” Sara shouted, simultaneously pulling Evie, straining hard to do so.
 Evie moaned and groaned as she managed to get up, once again arching from the weight of her immense womb and rubbing her tight belly all over with her fat fingers. Even though the babies were at different stages, the latest being four at four months, her womb was still tightly packed. With this litter of twelve alone, and with her eating habits, she figured by the time she reached full-term, her belly would hit her calves, although not be quite big enough that she could literally use it to hold her in the air like her last batch of sixteen. However, she intended to hit at least twenty, so she no idea how big she would be, but she was fucking excited to find out. She had dreams of being so huge that her belly hit the walls, so huge that she was fifty feet in the air, resting on top of it. She aspired to reach that goal one day, but it would take time, as she would have to gradually allow her powers to grow to the point that she could sustain such a pregnancy. Having started off with three and reaching her limit, she increased every year, for five years, from eighteen to twenty-three. Her inborn ability came with the knowledge of when the limit was reached, but she was thankful that it increased so greatly each time. With Sara’s help, she waddled her way to the van, and with another great effort, got her fat, pregnant body in the seat.
 The girls reached the clinic for the second time, and started the Herculean effort of getting Evie from point A to B. She reached the bench just in time for a woman to make her way to the clinic, and Evie quickly transferred her one month singleton to her womb.
 “Aye, just one that time, and only one month. I really want to pop this belly button soon, man it’s really killing me, the pressure on it. I mean, my whole belly is a tight ball of pressure, but it’s really concentrated in that one spot,” said Evie as she circled her finger around her filled belly button, barely being able to reach it.
 As luck would have it, she noticed a lady with a noticeable belly walking up shortly after. She concentrated, and then groaned loudly as her belly swelled, pulling triplets at four months.
 “Ooooohhhhhh,” groaned Evie. “Come on, pop, please, now it’s really killing me.”
 But alas, no pop, she was really feeling it now, moaning and groaning constantly. The three new occupants pushed her belly even further onto her fat thighs, forcing her legs apart and reaching halfway to her knees. The amniotic fluid sloshed audibly within, being thrashed around by her babies. Her hips had widened a considerable amount to make room for the growing womb. She was now four months pregnant with septuplets, three months with one, two months with triplets, and one month with quintuplets, totaling sixteen at varying stages, to be paused until each reached the stage of the eldest. She had to be somewhere over three hundred pounds now. Her shirt had ridden up completely, which was fine, because Evie needed it to absorb all of the milk she was rapidly leaking. Sara rubbed her now exposed aching belly button vigorously to soothe it.
 “Hey, there’s another, quickly Evie.”
 Evie concentrated, but unfortunately for her it was just another singleton at one month, leaving her belly button on the verge of popping, aching horribly with the pressure. Within the next two hours three more women came by, each with only a singleton, one at two months and two more at one month. Evie was going crazy, practically crying, she needed that belly button to just pop already. Two more hours and a mere two more at one month. Thirty more minutes and twins at two months. Then finally, finally, soon before closing, she saw the golden ticket.
 “Evie, how many now?”
 “Twenty-four,” groaned Evie.
 “You can’t take anymore!”
 “Yes, yes I can, I’ve got room for another four in here, I know it. I think my desires are really making it go into overdrive, it wants babies, lots of babies, and I need to pop this belly button already!”
 And with that retort, Evie concentrated on the woman, whose belly was noticeable, meaning she had to be four months. Her belly surged again with growth, stretchmarks now appearing all over it. She had to cover her mouth as she screamed, the pressure was worse than ever. As it slowly grew with the new occupants, she could feel it happening. Finally, when the last baby was transferring, and as the belly almost hit her knees, covered in small, thin stretchmarks, she heard a POP. Evie almost climaxed from the pleasure of it, and breathed heavily with relief. Her sore, aching, pulsating belly button was fat and pink, almost as big as a golf ball. She tried to rub it, but realized her belly had outgrown her arms.
 “Sara, please, rub it, I can’t reach it.”
 “How many now Evie?” Sara asked as she circled Evie’s poor belly button.
 “Twenty-seven, that was another set of triplets, at four months, oh fuck don’t stop!”
 Sara stared in awe at Evie’s enormous round belly. It now housed dectuplets at four months, which she could feel kicking around every inch of her belly. She knew that the other seventeen would soon catch up, and that eventually the babies would be big enough to make serious movements, visible to the outside.
 “I could take three more, Sara.”
 “Evie, no way, no way in Hell. You do realize, by the time all the babies have reached the four month mark, you’re going to be rivaling your last pregnancy’s third trimester right? You’re five shy of literally doubling your last pregnancy, and those stretchmarks tell me you’re at full capacity, with almost two trimesters left! I mean, what if you burst, I mean literally burst!”
 “I know, the stretchmarks make you nervous, but it’s just because I’m very fair. I can’t burst Sara, trust me, my gift makes it impossible, I’ll still feel the full pressure and weight, but my womb is indestructible.”
 “Alright, but still, this is enough, even if you can take three more, you’ll be able to go even bigger next time, so please, let’s go home now. Oh fuck how are we gonna get you home? We’re gonna have to wait till it’s dark, and I’ll have to bring the van around and get you in the back.”
 “I’m so hungry though, I need food badly or I’m going to faint.”
 “Shit, alright, stay here, I’ll be as fast as I can.”
 Before leaving, Sara ran to the van and got a large blanket to cover Evie with. They were lucky enough to avoid protesters, and lucky enough to be unnoticed by anyone, miraculously. She wanted to keep it that way, but unfortunately Evie’s huge belly was clearly visible through the blanket, her stubborn belly button included. Sara had to move quickly, so she ran to the van and sped off, called in a pick-up order at Evie’s favorite pizza place. She returned, twenty minutes later, night descending, with five extra-large boxes, full toppings, and six liters of cola. She, in all these years, and at all stages of pregnancy, had never seen Evie devour with such ravenousness. In three minutes she downed a full pizza, and then finished it off with a full liter of cola. Sara could see Evie’s belly growing underneath the blanket, bite by bite she stretched that belly behind that superhuman womb. Evie’s belly wasn’t the only thing growing, her breasts were inflating rapidly, a huge portion of the calories going to milk production. Her ass, thighs, and hips were growing and widening to support her giant beach ball belly, housing a tight womb underneath a thick layer of fat. Sara then realized what a huge mistake she had made. She lunged to grab the food and stop Evie from eating.
 “Sara, what the fuck?”
 “Evie, you won’t be able to move, please, just wait till we get you in bed at home, then you can eat as much as you want, I promise.”
 “How much do you think I weigh now, Sara?”
 “I have no idea, but you have to be at least three-fifty now.”
 “Yeah, I’d say I weigh about tree-fiddy!”
 Sara burst out laughing
 “It was about that time I realized my friend was a giant crustacean from the Paleolithic era. I said DAMNIT IT monster, why don’t you get a job and stop asking for tree-fiddy!” Sara said, both girls cracking up with laughter.
 Sara took the food to the van, placed it in the front, and then drove it around to the bench. She backed up, VERY carefully so that the back was facing Evie, and popped the trunk. As Sara went to pull Evie she cried in pain as her legs nearly buckled under the weight of the huge belly, which was pressing hard into Sara. Sara was practically crying herself from having to lift her behemoth friend. Evie only had to waddle a few feet before she could sit on the car, making it dip. She was completely exhausted just by this effort, drenched in sweat. Sara helped her fling her legs over and finally lie down. She was being crushed by her belly, and with all her might, and with Sara’s help, managed to swing it over and lay on her side. The belly landed with a loud thump and caused her babies to trash about wildly. Evie rubbed every last inch she possibly could trying to soothe them. But all in all, she wasn’t complaining, she loved this. She loved every last pain, somehow it became pleasure to her. She knew this is what she was born to do. And besides, when she finally got to her industrial bed, onto her lavish mattress and pillows, she would be MUCH more comfortable. Before they left, Sara rubbed coconut oil vigorously over Evie’s dome, massaging it deeply into the stretchmarks, which would only get bigger, redder, and deeper as she grew. Evie moaned again, there was nothing better than having her tight belly skin rubbed with oil by friendly hands, especially when the babies were big enough to somersault and make big swipes against said tightly stretched skin. Sara gave her a kiss on the cheek, then got into the van and drove off for home, stopping by the drive-thru again to pick up another gargantuan order.
 “I’ll have two Number 9’s, a Number 9 large-”
  “BITCH, don’t you dare, I’m driving!”