Accidental Pregnancy
Jess was a little woman, and she knew it. She could only break five feet tall in wedges, and she weighed maybe 100 pounds when dripping wet. Her hips were narrow, her torso skinny, her chest flat. And yet while she always wondered what it would be like to be a curvy bombshell, she still thought of herself as pretty and sexy – a self-image bolstered by her gorgeous, striking face and string of cute boyfriends.
Then Jess slipped up. The details involved a long night of drinking, a very hunky boy at the bar, and a broken condom. The next morning, Jess woke up alone and back in her own apartment, with no memory of the name of the hunk she’d fucked the night before. Moderately concerned, she crossed her fingers that she’d be safe and continued on with her life.
When she missed her next period, she knew she’d fucked up. Still, Jess thought, she was a young professional, with a good job, money in the bank. She’d have the kid and make it work.
The first major change was her boobs. Her tiny pink nipples seemed to triple in size overnight, becoming big and fat and sitting atop puffy areola. Within a week the rest of her chest began to fill out, sending Jess bra shopping for the first time in her life. By the end of the second month she was adjusting to wearing B-cups, her firm fat breasts jiggly novelties to her.
A little tiny bulge was forming at her midsection, as well, her formerly extremely skinny torso beginning to fill out. Jess found herself starving, wolfing down huge meals every chance she got, the weight going directly to her belly and tits, which were continuing to swell. By the end of the first trimester her breasts were bulging out of her C-cups.
She was standing in front of a mirror shortly after that when she realized that her underwear no longer fit right. Curious, she pulled out a measuring tape and found that her bony hips were suddenly two inches wider than they used to be, and judging from how sore she started feeling over the next week, they were planning on getting a lot wider than that before long.
And so Jess watched as over the new few months her body completely metamorphosed in response to the life growing in her womb. Lying in bed near the end of the second trimester, her hands roved all over her body, massaging the seeming acres of new skin.
Her breasts were huge, G-cups that looked even bigger on her tiny frame, and already far too large for her to cup with one hand. Her nipples were thick as wine-corks, and intensely sensitive, and they stuck out past her belly by perhaps an inch. Her belly was large and firm, its taut skin nearly blemish-free, to her delight. Her impressive bust overshadowed her belly somewhat, but she was sure that her twins would catch up soon.
That had been a surprise at the doctor’s office. Twin girls, she’d marvelled. Luckily her hips had been stretching out – she’d need the room for the coming birth.
And she was right about all of it, especially her belly catching up to her nipples. The last three months were a non-stop orgy of growth, her breasts continuing their inexorable growth, and her womb putting in double-time to catch up. She felt like a whale, her sub-five-foot body having put on almost fifty pounds in eight months. Her belly caught up with her H-cups and didn’t even slow down, growing like she’d swallowed a watermelon or three. She could barely entwine her fingers around the widest part of it by the end of the eighth month. And her hips! She was far wider down there than her shoulders now, nearly 40 inches around.
And then, one morning, nine months after she make her mistake, she felt her entire body spasm and she knew it was time.