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Forever Pregnant - Part 6
Synopsis: Chris and Robin move into their apartment on campus and Robin
begins wearing maternity clothes.
Chris (well, if she can call me "Robin" then I can certainly call her
"Chris") and I kept fairly busy that summer. There was a bunch of
advance reading and studying that we had to do for our classes. And
while Dad and June were going to let us take some of our bedroom
furniture to our suite on campus, we still had to get furniture for our
kitchen/living area so we were making the rounds of the local thrift
shops. Chris had been watching what she ate and routinely exercising and
by the end of summer she had her body almost back to the form it had
been in before she got pregnant. "Almost", because her waist and tummy
were back to normal but her breasts were still a D-cup - which didn't
seem to bother her because she had bought a couple of dresses and tops
that really showed off her cleavage. I'd been following a diet and
exercising as well but I had continued to gain weight over the summer -
another ten pounds by the end of August - and you can guess where the
extra pounds went. Chris was now kidding me that I looked "seven months"
these days. It didn't really bother me, I thought that my developing
curves made me look kinda, well, cute and sexy.
Moving into our suite was a hassle. Not only were there about a
gazillion other students trying to move into their suites, but the
elevator was broken so we had to haul everything up two flights of
stairs and some of the furniture was pretty heavy and bulky so the
stairwells kinda resembled rush hour traffic on a freeway. And the
outside temperature was in the 80's which meant the inside temperature
was in the 90's because of the crappy air conditioning in the building
so I'm sweating like a pig. And of course my top started to ride up on
my belly and I had to keep tugging it down, and my pants kept slipping
down below my belly and I had to keep pulling them up so that didn't
help things. Finally, after it took us almost a half hour to get a large
chair up to our suite because I had to keep putting it down to adjust my
clothing every couple of steps, Chris lost her temper, "Oh for pete's
sake Robin, if you're going to keep doing that with your clothes then
it's going to take us a week to get moved in."
"Well, what do you want me to do? Walk around half naked?"
All of a sudden Chris got this look on her face as though she'd had a
brilliant thought, "You know, I think I know what might solve your
problem. Come into my bedroom", and I followed her as she began sorting
through several boxes of her clothing, finally finding what she was
looking for, "Here, put these on."
I took the clothes that she was holding out to me and looked at them for
several moments before gasping, "But these ..... these are maternity
clothes!"
"Yep, those are the ones that I was wearing when I was about eight
months pregnant. They might be just a little big on you, but try them on
anyway."
I was going to argue with her but she had this look in her eye that said
she wasn't going to put up with any crap from me so I stripped down to
my panties (Yes, I had put on my Woody Woodpecker panties that morning,
and blushed when I realized that she'd seen the big bulge in them that
my dick made.), and pulled on the maternity clothes. The pants were
loose and very high cut so that the elastic waistband rode way up over
the top of my belly, and the maternity top was cut very loose and hung
down a good six inches or so below the bottom of my belly. What's more
the top was held up by two straps that went over my shoulders so it was
very cool and comfortable. When I looked at myself in the bathroom
mirror I was amazed at how the fabric of the top molded itself to my boy
boobs and showed how they jiggled a little as I walked - I couldn't
believe how much I looked like ..... well, like a very pregnant girl!
Luckily the pants were cut so loose that Chris couldn't tell that I'd
gotten this huge erection that was now poking way above the top of my
panties.
I was kind of nervous about stepping out of our suite wearing maternity
clothes but all the other students didn't seem to notice anything
strange, and in fact a number of them glanced at what appeared to be my
pregnant belly and moved out of the way to let me pass. And a couple
guys even offered to move some of the heavier pieces of furniture for us
- an offer we gratefully accepted. So within another 45 minutes we had
all of our stuff moved up into our suite and Chris and I collapsed into
chairs to relax.
"So, my maternity clothes didn't work out that badly?" She asked.
"Uh, no. In fact they're more comfortable than my regular clothes." And
I paused for a minute or two before continuing, "In fact, uh, would it
be okay if I kept them on?"
"Yeah, sure, I don't have any use for them as I sure don't plan on
getting pregnant again right away. But if you're going to keep wearing
them there's something that you need to do."
"To do? Do what?"
"Well, I noticed some of the looks you were getting from the other kids,
the guys especially, whenever they saw you with your arms raised."
My arms raised? What she was talking about? And then all of a sudden I
realized that I didn't shave my armpits and whenever I raised my arms,
folks could clearly tell that. Women's Lib may have changed a lot of
attitudes but not the one about girl's armpit hair. So that's why I
started shaving my armpits along with wearing maternity clothes.
Al the kids in the dorm have these small "white boards" outside their
suites that they can write their names or messages on. Chris and I just
wrote our names on our white board and as I was kind of excited that we
were really, really now in college. Gosh, this was going to be so
exciting. But I noticed how the messy scrawl that I had written my name
in was so different from the fancy script that Chris had used. I was
still thinking about that during my first class the following day and I
took out a sheet of paper and began writing my name time after time -
trying to come up with way of writing at least the five characters in my
name in a way that they looked prettier. It was really, really hard
because I had never been good at writing neatly but I kept at it and by
the time the first sheet of paper was full my signature was beginning to
look a little better. By the time the second sheet was full it was
beginning to look pretty good and I was thinking, "Gee, this is fun." By
the time the third sheet was about half full I was really happy with the
pretty signature that I had developed and I stuffed the pen and paper
into my book bag and looked up ..... and the room was empty! Oh gosh, I
had been concentrating on writing my name so hard that I hadn't heard a
single thing that the Professor had said and the class had ended and
everyone had left the room while I was still practicing my signature.
You would have thought that one of my friends would have said something
to me, or tapped me on the shoulder, or the Professor could have
announced, "Class Is Over", in a loud voice, or something. People can be
so inconsiderate at times. So anyway, on the way back to the dorm I
stopped by the bookstore and picked up red and pink dry erase markers
and when I got to our suite I erased the name I had scrawled and wrote
my name in the pretty script that I had developed that morning - and
instead of a dot over the "i" in my name, I drew a small heart with the
pink marker - that looked so really nice that I just stepped back and
smiled and admired my work for several minutes.
Chris and I got to know almost all of the other kids on our floor within
the first week we were there. Quite often in the evening or on weekends
there will be a party in one of the suites and sometimes there will be
just one big party which moves from suite, to suite, to suite. Most of
the parties I really enjoyed but there were a couple where people got to
talking about politics, or global warming or some other subject that I
was, like, just totally not interested in. Like, why would anyone want
to talk about global warming when clothing styles, or who is dating who,
is so much more interesting? Whenever a party turned boring I'd just
wander back to our suite (Unless the party was in our suite, of course)
and just turn on the TV and watch an old movie. I like the old movies
because I've seen most of them several times and I can almost tell you
what the actors are going to say before they actually say it so I don't,
like, have to concentrate as much to figure out what is going on.
By the time Christmas Break came, I had gotten, like, really big. Chris
had given me her largest maternity clothes and even those were stretched
pretty tight over my breasts and belly. I kind of hinted to Chris that
she could get me some larger maternity clothes for Christmas and it
sounded as though she would. Well, she didn't say that she wouldn't so I
kind of hoped that meant that she would. So anyway, my belly now sticks
out over a foot in front of me and my breasts are now almost as big as
Chris' were just before she gave birth. I really, really like the way
I've developed these curves and sometimes when it's just us in the
apartment I'll just wear a pair of panties so that I can admire the way
my belly bounces up and down and my breasts swing back and forth when I
walk. Of course, I do have to be kind of careful for there was one time
when I forgot to lock the door to our suite, or maybe Chris had unlocked
it when she went out, whatever. So anyway, I was standing in the kitchen
looking through the refrigerator and trying to figure out what would be
good to snack on because it was getting late in the day and I couldn't
remember whether I had anything for lunch that day or not, but anyway I
felt really, really hungry and I wanted something to eat. So anyway I
heard the door open and I thought that it was Chris so I turned to say
"Hi" to her except that it wasn't Chris, it was Patrick! So Patrick is
standing there in the doorway just staring at me like his eyes were
going to pop out of his head (which everybody knows really can't happen
- except that it would be really, really gross if they could), and I'm,
like, squealing and trying to cover myself up with my hands which I
couldn't do very well because, like, my hands were way smaller that my
breasts and belly, and also because I only have two hands and even if my
hands were bigger I would still need three of them to cover myself up.
So anyway, Patrick only started at me for a moment or two before he
turned and ran out of the suite into the hallway. "That was really
rude", I thought, "He should have closed the door behind him!"
I was kind of bored last Saturday and as I was combing my hair after my
shower I got to thinking that its light blond color was okay but that it
probably would look better if it was even a lighter shade of blond, so
after I got dressed I walked over to the campus store and browsed around
in the haircare section and finally bought two packets of "Loreal Super
Bleach." When I got back to our suite I read the instructions - several
times - but they were, like, really, really complicated - talking about
hair type, and degree of lightening, and the time to leave it on your
hair before washing it off and things like that and I was getting, like,
really, really confused. So anyway, I just emptied the whole packet into
the cup of water, and I was getting ready to put it on my hair but it
really didn't look like a lot so I added the second packet. So anyway, I
put it on my hair which was really, really gross because it had this
yucky smell and felt kind of, like, slimy on my hands and I couldn't
wait to wash them off, and then I sat down to read a magazine.
So anyway, I guess I must have fallen asleep because Chris was shaking
my shoulder to wake me up. "Robin, what are you doing to your hair?"
"Oh, well, I thought that it would be prettier if it were a little
lighter, so I'm bleaching it a little."
"Yeah? More than a little it looks like. You'd better wash that stuff
off."
So anyway, I got back in the shower and washed the bleach off my hair -
it was funny how it felt, like, maybe a little fluffier or something as
I washed it. So anyway, I got out of the shower and toweled off my hair
and turned to look at myself in the mirror and HOLY SHIT! I wasn't a
light blond anymore, I was a platinum blond! And on top of that my hair
wasn't wavy anymore it was curly - like, really, really, really curly. I
had this mass of tight curls - maybe 3" or 4" thick that framed my face
and fell down to several inches below the top of my shoulders. Chris'
jaw just dropped as I came out into the living area and she saw my hair.
"Jesus! I guess you did bleach it a little", she said, "Now all you need
is bright red lipstick to complete your look." I was confused at that.
Did she like the way my hair looked or didn't she? And did she really
think I needed the bright red lipstick? I pouted a little in uncertainty
and went into my bedroom to get dressed. After dressing and looking at
myself in my mirror, I decided that Chris hadn't been kidding me and
that she really thought that I needed the bright red lipstick so I
rummaged around in my dresser and found a tube of "Screaming Red"
lipstick that someone had given me, I forget who, and that I had never
used, so I put on a thick coating. Coming back into the living area I
looked at Chris and said, "There, isn't that better?" "Holy Shit", was
all she said and I was so happy that she liked the way I looked that I
giggled a little.
By the time Valentine's Day rolled around, I had gotten really, really
big - like even the bigger maternity clothes that Chris bought me at
Christmas didn't fit me anymore and I had to buy new ones. So anyway, my
belly, like, sticks out almost eighteen inches in front of me and it's,
like, so really, really neat the way I have to lean way forward and
reach around it when I want to reach something in front of me. And my
breasts are way bigger too. I don't know how big they are because I gave
up wearing a bra a month or so ago. I like it better when they just sag
down and rest on either side of my huge belly. So anyway, it is so,
like, really really neat the way people look at me and smile these days,
and everybody will move out of their way to make room for me, and
they'll let me move right to the head of any line, and often people in
stores will come up to me and ask whether I'm having twins. "Triplets",
I'll usually reply and giggle a little and bounce my curls. Some of the
ladies even want to touch my belly and maybe even rub it just a little,
and of course I'll let them do that, and it feels so good to have
someone else rubbing my belly, and I wish I could get more people to
touch and rub me, but I asked one of the guys in my class if he wanted
to rub my belly but he just looked at me like I was crazy or something,
which of course I'm not, like, what's crazy about wanting someone to rub
your belly because it feels so good ... oops, I'm repeating myself .....
sorry, sorry, sorry.
Oh golly, was I having a bad day today. When I got to my first class of
the day I realized that I'd forgotten to bring along a paper that was
due so I had to run back across campus (well, maybe "bounce and jiggle"
across campus is a better description) and then when I got to our suite
I found that I hadn't brought the key when I left that morning so I had
to hunt up the Resident to let me in. So anyway, then when I was running
back to class I dropped the paper and as luck would have it, it landed
in a slushy pile of snow and the ink got all wet and smeared and the
instructor gave me a really nasty look when I handed it to her. So
anyway, I was trying to give her the whole story about how it wasn't
really my fault because I was having such a bad day but she cut me off
with a curt, "Now now, Robin." So anyway, in my second class the
instructor called on me right out of the blue to explain in my own
words, the theme of a story that we were supposed to read for the class.
Like, really, couldn't she have told me after the previous class that
she was going to call on me? Give me a break. So anyway, I'd had
actually read the story several times but I really didn't understand it
- there were all these big words in it that I didn't understand and I
didn't want to take the time to look them up - and if someone is going
to write a story, why can't they write it so that people will understand
it? So anyway I'm trying to describe the story but I kept getting all
confused and starting over and some of the other kids in the class were
beginning to snicker at me and I finally blurted out, "Well, it's not my
fault if it's a stupid dumb old story", and that broke the class up but
I could tell that I hadn't scored any points with the instructor.
So anyway, after those two disasters it was getting close to lunch time
so I headed over to the Student Center. Usually I meet Chris there and
we have lunch together but I guess Chris was running late because I
couldn't find her in the crowd and I was getting hungry. So anyway,
after about fifteen minutes I decided that I wouldn't wait any longer
and would eat by myself. So anyway, I'm, like, going through the
cafeteria line and because of the size of my belly I had to stand back
over a foot from my tray with my arms stretched out in front of me to
hold the tray and I guess that I'd left my book bag back in the suite,
or maybe I had, like, left it in one of the classrooms, or something -
anyway, I didn't have it with me. So anyway, I'm trying to move along
the line with a book clamped under each arm and that didn't work very
well because I kept dropping them, my books - not my arms, and saying,
"Oopsie", as I stopped to pick them up and that was, like, I guess,
annoying the kids behind me because a couple of them were scowling at me
every time I stopped to pick up a book and, like, couldn't they tell I
was having a bad day and show me some consideration?
So anyway, all of a sudden I heard someone say, "Can I help you with
that?" And I turned around and ..... oh my gosh it was Drew! Now I'd
never, like, actually talked to Drew before, but I knew who he was
because he was the captain of the football team - or maybe it was
basketball, or something like that - and his picture was always in the
campus newspaper - and he was so popular and good looking - and here he
was offering to help me. So anyway, I'm, like, talking to him and
saying, "Oh wow ..... uh ..... like, yes ..... I'm having this really,
really bad day and ....." Drew just smiled at me and took my books and
stepped into the line behind me and the line started moving along again,
and the other kids stopped giving me dirty looks, and I guess that will
show them who's a popular girl on campus, or whatever. So anyway, Drew
and I got to a table and we sat down and we chatted a little as we ate.
I was telling him about my really, really, really bad day and he was
smiling and laughing as I told him everything that had happened to me.
And then he started telling me about all the funny things that had
happened to him in yesterday's game (Basketball? Football? I wasn't
sure) except I never really understood the rules of that sport, whatever
it was - I can't remember right now, and I wasn't sure that I really
understood what Drew was telling me, and every so often he'd stop
talking and look at me and I finally realized that he had said something
that was supposed to be funny, and so whenever he stopped talking after
that I'd giggle a little and he'd start talking again. So anyway, after
we finished eating Drew said that he had to run off to his next class
and he said that maybe we could have lunch together again sometime as he
got up and left. So anyway, I gathered up my books and went on to my
next class except that when I entered the room there wasn't anyone else
there, but I figured that I had just gotten there a little early so I
took my seat and just stared at the front of the classroom and didn't
think about anything in particular - sometimes when I try to think too
hard I'll get a headache so it's nice every so often not to have to
think about anything - so I don't. After I'd waited for awhile I looked
at the cute little wristwatch with the pink wristband that I'd bought
last week and realized that the class was due to start in just a couple
of minutes. "Wow, those other kids had better get here pretty soon or
the Instructor's going to be mad", I thought. So anyway, after another
fifteen minutes or so I thought, "Golly, are the other kids lucky that
the Instructor's late too or they'd be in real trouble for being this
late."
So anyway, after another five minutes or so one of my friends walked
past in the hallway and stopped and poked her head into the classroom
and said, "Robin, didn't you remember that there's no class today? The
Instructor told us last week that he had to be out of town at a
conference today?"
"Oh, yeah", I replied, "I was just a little tired so I thought that I'd
just sit down and relax for a couple of minutes", and my friend smiled
and left. That Instructor, couldn't he have been a little clearer about
no class today, or couldn't he have put up a sign or something, or
couldn't he have had an assistant come in and tell whoever showed up
that there was no class? That guy is NOT well organized!
So anyway, back in our suite that afternoon I was asking Chris why she
hadn't met me for lunch like she always did and she said that she had
told me that morning that she had a special lab at noon and that she
wouldn't be able to meet me. She had told me that? I didn't remember her
saying that - why couldn't she have written it down for me instead of
expecting me to remember every little thing. So anyway, while we were
eating warmed up pizza for supper I was telling her about all those
really, really, really bad things that had happened to me earlier in the
day, and how Drew had helped me out in the Cafeteria, and how dreamy he
was, and how I thought that he liked me, and stuff like that. I think
that Chris was getting a little annoyed for she interrupted me when I
was talking about Drew and said, "Yeah, I heard that he has a thing for
blond bimbos." That wasn't a very nice thing to say so I didn't talk to
Chris anymore while we finished the pizza.
After supper, I was just sitting in front of the TV watching a rerun of
some old movie. I had pulled up my maternity top so that my belly was
exposed and I was gently stroking and rubbing it - my belly that is, why
would I want to rub my maternity top - like, it's just a piece of cloth
and why would anybody want to rub a piece of cloth - the idea of someone
rubbing a piece of cloth seemed really funny to me and I giggled. So
anyway, I was kind of upset about Chris' "blond bimbos" comment. But
I've found that the sight of my huge belly resting on my thighs and the
feel of it under my hands as I rub it comforts me whenever I'm upset.
It's hard to explain but I really, really like the way my body looks
these days and even if I could go back to looking the way I did before I
"developed", I wouldn't. I want to look this way forever and maybe get
even bigger in the future. "There's nothing wrong with being forever
pregnant", I thought, and I giggled some more and fluffed my curls.
(The End)
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