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Art by Zdemian: www.deviantart.com/zdemian

Story contains Pregnancy and Breast Expansion

A few months after I had moved to New York City, I finally started to feel like I was settling into the urban lifestyle, and confident enough to enter the dating scene. I was raised a country boy, growing up on a ranch in North Texas, but it turns out I’m pretty good with numbers. Gifted, you might say, which is why at age 25 I was offered a job at a hedge fund with an eight-figure starting bonus. Though I was adjusting fairly well to living in the big city (the money certainly helped), I started to get increasingly lonely. So, I did what most people were doing in those days, and started swiping on a dating app.

Though I was perfectly willing to be someone’s sugar daddy, I figured I’d try to keep my wealth a secret, at least at first, and find a date using only my reasonably good looks and Southern charm. I had always been fairly picky when it came to girls, however; I guess my mother and grandmother set a high standard for me. I would often swipe through dozens, if not hundreds of profiles before finding one that seemed worth connecting with. Though, admittedly, I was into one night stands as much as the next guy, I was mostly only interested in girls that I could see as “wife material.”

After using the app for a few days, I came across the profile of a pretty brunette named Anna, a 24-year-old kindergarten teacher who lived in Brooklyn. She was stunningly beautiful, in a hometown girl-next-door sort of way, with an amazing smile and stunning green eyes. She also happened to have an amazing body, with perky breasts and ample hips. Birthing hips, as we called them in the South, was something I had a weakness for. Though I was already sure I would swipe right, I scrolled down to read her self-description. All it said was the following:

Just trying to have some fun while I’m still young. I love going out and trying new things, but also staying in and binge-watching acclaimed serial Dramas. Oh, and I’m pregnant, by the way. If this bothers you kindly move along.

I re-read this several times to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. One of my best-kept secrets was that I actually had a fetish for pregnant girls, and suddenly the idea of dating one was very exciting to me. I wasn’t keen on raising a child that wasn’t my own, but Anna was so hot that I was at least willing to entertain the idea. I figured she was so attractive that most guys wouldn’t care that she was pregnant, and so my chances of matching were very slim anyway, but of course I swiped right and hoped for the best. Much to my delight, I received a notification only a few minutes later saying that we had matched.

My heart was pounding as I tried to think of what to say first. I had never been good at first impressions or breaking the ice, and I really wanted to avoid the boring “Hey” or “How’s it going?”. Before I thought of anything, however, she messaged first.

"Hey there, just in case you didn’t read my profile, you should know that I’m knocked up pretty good. I just want that to be abundantly clear before we take this any further."

I appreciated her forthrightness, even a little turned on by it, but I was still cautiously optimistic about the situation. I quickly entered my response, trying to sound sincere:

"Understood. It’s not a deal-breaker for me, but I don’t want to be caught up in any drama with the baby-daddy, you know?"

Her response, which came within seconds:

"No drama, I can promise you that, but I’m like… REALLY pregnant. I just want you know what you’re dealing with. Most guys can’t handle it."

At this point my curiosity was piqued, and I was also quite aroused. Even just talking about pregnancy was enough to get me hard. It seemed like she was baiting me to ask her, so I did:

"You mean like, with twins?"

I gulped as I pressed the send button, and held my breath as I waited for her answer. She took longer to respond this time:

"Nah... Quints actually. Crazy, right? haha"

Once again, I re-read this several times. It was hard to tell her tone through the text, but she seemed to have a sense of humor about her situation, or perhaps it was a coping mechanism. Either way, I was quite intrigued.

"Holy shit! Five? That must be quite a burden."

I wanted to sound empathetic, but it was hard for me to contain my excitement.

"It is… but I love it. I love being pregnant. I hope you don’t think that’s weird. Still wanna be friends?"

It was a strange prospect for sure, but I decided I would roll with it and see what happens.

"Sure, I think it’s kinda cool actually. I’ve never met anyone as pregnant as you lol"

She responded with the emoji that looks like it’s crying tears of joy.

"You’re sweet. Maybe we could go out sometime? It seems like ever since I got pregnant none of my friends want to hang out any more."

I suggested we meet at a restaurant I knew on the Upper East Side. She told me that it was too fancy and wouldn’t be able to afford it. Naturally I said I would cover it, but appreciated that she didn’t presume that I would automatically. We agreed to meet the following Friday night, which gave me a few days to update my wardrobe. It had been a while since I had gone on a date.

By the time Friday came, the anticipation was killing me. For the first time in my life, I found it slightly difficult to focus on my work. I didn’t ask how far along Anna was, but I assumed it was fairly early, as none of her photos indicated that she had a bump. I arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes early, hoping I would be calm and relaxed by the time she arrived. As soon as I saw her waddling towards me, however, my heart started racing.

She was wearing a tight blue dress that left little to the imagination, and it amplified her fine curves. I noticed her round belly immediately, which indicated that she was much further into her pregnancy than I had thought. She looked big enough, in fact, to be full term, albeit with a single baby. Her breasts, which seemed to be barely contained in her dress, were jaw-dropping: incredibly large yet still quite perky and firm. They were so well-shaped that I thought they were fake at first, or that her bra was doing a hell of a job. She was showing a generous amount of cleavage, as if she was inviting people to look. Her most stunning feature, however, was her angelic face, which was remarkably youthful and feminine. When our eyes met she smiled brightly, which lit up the whole room as far as I was concerned.

I could tell that walking was a bit of a struggle for her, but she still seemed quite confident in herself. I suspected that she was proud of her pregnant body and wanted to show it off. She certainly turned quite a few heads as she waddled towards the table with the waitress. When she arrived, I shook her hand and helped help her sit down.

“Oh… thank you kindly,” she said to me with relief. “Still not quite used to the extra weight.”

After the waitress took our drink order, Anna immediately thanked me for inviting her out, and admitted that she had been quite lonely in the recent months. I was so lost in her exquisite emerald eyes that I was barely processing what she was saying.

“It’s funny. I got knocked up and suddenly all my friends are busy. Preggos can still have fun, you know?”

“Sure they can, I’m having fun already!” I said with a smile.

“Hah! You’re cute,” she said flirtatiously.

The suspense was killing me, so I couldn’t resist asking. “So how far along are you?”

“It’ll be six months on Sunday. Still have three to go, if you can believe it,” she said, patting the side of her belly.

This came as a mild shock to me.

“Wow! But you’re so… um…” I stammered, struggling not to offend her.

“…big already? You mean?” She said with a smirk, slowly starting to stroke herself around her belly button.

“Uh… well… yeah, I guess. I hope you don’t mind me saying but you look like you could give birth any minute,” I said.

“No, I don’t mind at all. You’re right. I’m pretty huge already. And I’ve been told that most of the growth happens in the third trimester, so I’m going to get A LOT bigger. It also doesn’t help that all five are boys.”

The way she said this so matter-of-factly turned me on. She seemed to really enjoy talking about her pregnancy, and I was enjoying listening to her talk about it even more.

“Jeez… your poor back. It must get really sore from carrying them around all day,” I said, trying to be empathetic.

“Eh… not as sore as my boobs. They’ve gotten super sensitive recently,” she said casually, as though she was talking about the weather.

She looked down at her breasts and sighed. Again, I was at a loss for words. Before I could say anything, she continued.

“My doctors tell me they’ll probably get even bigger… but they’re already so huge! Can you imagine if they were like… this big?” She pantomimed having breasts as large as bowling balls. Of course, I figured she was just kidding and so I tried to laugh it off, but she spoke so plainly that it was hard to tell. If it was her intention to turn me on, she was succeeding magnificently.

“Yeah… that would… suck…” I said, struggling to form a sentence as I shameless stared at her tits.

Anna started laughing when I said this, and stuck them out even further as if to give me a better look. She reminded me of a proud farmer presenting her prized pumpkins at the state fair.

“It’s ok, you can admit it.” Anna said with a devilish smile. “You like ‘em big, don’t cha?”

“Well I WAS raised in Texas, ma’am,” I said with a grin, dialing up my accent a bit.

“You’d probably prefer if they weren’t attached to this huge belly though.”

Anna put her hands on the underside of her swollen womb, and lifted up slightly to emphasize her point. I figured she was just teasing me, but it also seemed like a test.

“Eh…” I said nonchalantly, “…it’s growing on me.”

She smiled sweetly when I said this. I felt confident that I gave her the answer she was looking for. Just then the waitress came to the table to take our order. Anna ordered a giant porterhouse steak, the biggest they had, which made her even more endearing to me. She then let me talk for a while about Texas barbeque, something I’m very passionate about.

“That sounds soooo good. I haven’t had good brisket in ages… and I’m constantly starving with all these hungry babies,” she said as she rubbed her stomach.

“I bet. It must be a challenge eating for six.”

“You got that right. Would you…um… wanna feel?” Anna said to me, gesturing towards her belly. The air was thick with sexual tension by now, and clearly she really wanted me to.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” I said timidly as my heart started pounding.

I had never been permitted to rub a pregnant girl’s belly before, let alone one as huge and round as Anna’s. I slid my chair around the table close to her’s, and she turned her belly towards me, nearly placing it on my lap. I tried to appear calm as I looked down at the large sphere that was wrapped tightly in her blue dress, but it was a little overwhelming, and I was hesitant to touch it at first.

“Go ahead… it won’t bite” Anna said, nudging herself even closer.

I gulped as I slowly reached towards it, fingers splayed out wide. I gently placed my hands onto both sides of her swollen abdomen, and started to feel around. Anna was evidently quite pleased by this, relieved even, as she sighed with satisfaction as I rubbed.

“Mmmmm… that feels nice. You have a nice touch,” she said sensuously.

I moved my hands as gently as I could, as though Anna’s belly was a massive balloon that might pop if I was too rough. Even through the fabric of her dress, I could feel how incredibly tight her skin was. Despite my efforts, I suddenly started to feel a multitude of kicks coming from within, which made Anna smile.

“Oh wow…” she said, giggling. “You woke them up! They must like you!”

The kicking got quite intense very quickly, but Anna seemed to find it amusing rather than painful. I thought maybe she was just putting on a brave face so that it wouldn’t be awkward for me, but her laughter seemed genuine.

“Oh dear... they’re… nngggh… kicking like crazy in there!” She said with a grunt. She closed her eyes and started to breathe deeply, almost like she was having contractions.

“Are you ok? You must be uncomfortable with all that ruckus going on inside,” I said with genuine concern.

“Yes… yes. I’m fine… really. They’ll calm down in a minute,” she said, in between deep breaths. “Please… just keep rubbing. It feels so good!”

I started to cover more area with my hands, and pressed in more firmly. As I did this, Anna looked down and spoke softly to her babies.

“Shhhhh… it’s ok little ones.”

The sound of her sweet voice was absolutely sublime to me, and made me nearly forget that we were still in a very public restaurant. It was difficult for me to keep a level head as lust overwhelmed me. I could sense the eyes of other guests in the restaurant staring at us, but I honestly didn’t care. At a certain point, one of the babies kicked especially hard, causing us both to flinch. This made her laugh quite loudly, as though she found the situation hilarious. I couldn’t help but smirk at the strangeness of it all. She looked back up at me intensely, and smiled fondly.

“Goodness gracious… I sure am preggers, huh?” she said with a huge smile.

“You sure are,” I said, continuing to thoroughly cover every inch of her belly as if it was my job.

Though it was clearly a rather sensual massage, I tried to keep things non-sexual by avoiding getting too close to her breasts or thighs. Nevertheless, I was so aroused that I was practically in a trance, and Anna seemed to be in a state of deep bliss. After another minute or two of this, I looked up and noticed an older couple watching us from another table. They both smiled at me in approval, almost like they were proud of me. I was a little weirded out by this, and it snapped me out of my trance.

“Yep, it feels… nice,” I said nervously, awkwardly moving back to the other side of the table.

I had a raging erection at this point, but did my best to hide it. Anna continued to rub herself with both hands, smiling serenely. She had a Zen-like calm that I found quite soothing. I wanted to get to know her better, so we each talked about our life stories over the next several minutes. I told her that I had a happy childhood and went to a good college, but didn’t give any clues of my impressive net worth. Anna was very enthusiastic about her job as a kindergarten teacher, saying that she always saw working with children as her true calling. It was refreshing to see someone who was genuinely passionate about their career. I was tempted to ask her more about her pregnancy, specifically what happened to the father, but I figured she would tell me when she was ready.

The waitress brought us our salads, and we continued to talk about our interests and favorite genres of music and movies. At some point, in the middle of a discussion, I started hearing a faint noise. It was hard to tell what it was at first, but pretty soon I recognized it as stretching fabric. I tried to ignore it at first, but after a minute, it was clear where it was coming from; Anna breasts were growing, and her dress was being pushed to its limits. It seemed like she didn’t even notice, so I looked down into her deepening cleavage, hoping her eyes would follow.

“Hey pal, my eyes are up here!” she said with a sassy smile, still unaware that her breasts were already at least a full cup size bigger.

“Anna! Um… I think you’re, uh… growing!” I said awkwardly, nodding my forehead towards her chest.

Anna finally looked down at her swelling orbs, and her eyes grew wide in surprise.

“Oh shit, you’re right! I guess the doctors weren’t kidding!” she said smiling, as though she was amused.

She didn’t sound scared at all. I figured she was trying to appear calm so that she wouldn’t cause a scene, but was secretly freaking out. She cupped her breasts in her small hands and squeezed firmly, perhaps in an attempt to stop them from getting bigger.

“God, this is so embarrassing. This would happen to me in the middle of a date.”

We both watched as her tits continued to swell in all directions, forcing her hands further and further apart. I found the situation to be stranger than fiction, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t secretly enjoying it. There was a sudden loud snap, which I quickly realized was Anna’s bra.

“Damnit,” she said under her breath. “That was my favorite bra. Oh well…” she said with a sigh.

Shortly after this the growth stopped. By then she looked like she was smuggling two large honeydews. They were easily the biggest tits I had ever seen. I was amazed that her dress managed to stay intact.

“I’m sorry, but would you excuse me for a minute? I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick,” she said hastily.

“Are… are you sure? Do you need to go to the hospital?!” I said, confused. I was truly worried that she needed medical attention.

“Oh no, I’ll be ok-“

She stood up quickly, but clearly wasn’t used to her new proportions. As she struggled to get to her feet, her breasts knocked over her glass of water, which spilled all over the table.

“Oops! So sorry! I’m such a klutz!” she said, rather whimsically.

She frantically tried to soak up the water with her napkin, but was having trouble reaching with her belly and breasts in the way. The waitress came over immediately with a towel, also seemingly unphased by Anna’s significantly larger bust.

“Had a little accident, did we?” the waitress said to us teasingly. She nodded towards Anna’s chest and smiled. “You gotta be careful with those things miss, you could poke someone’s eye out!”

“Yes, I know… Sorry! Pardon my tits,” Anna said with an innocent laugh.

At this point, I began to think that I was on some hidden camera show, that Anna had some sort of inflatable balloons inside her dress. It seemed highly possible that she and the waitress, along with everyone else in the restaurant, were hired actors trying to mess with me. When the mess was cleaned up, the waitress helped Anna to the bathroom, and I was left alone at the table for roughly ten minutes. As I sat there mulling it over, I convinced myself that it was all some weird social experiment or simply just an entertaining prank, and that I had no real reason to fear for Anna’s health. I didn’t like the idea of being the butt of a joke, but I figured I’d try to be a good sport about it. Looking around the restaurant, I noticed that more of the other “guests” were looking at me, all with a similar look of approval. I even got a subtle bro nod from a few of them, which I still found quite odd.

When Anna returned to the table, I had a hard time keeping a straight face. Her dress was now comically tight, and looked like it was good sneeze away from tearing down the middle. It was clear she was no longer wearing a bra, with the tips of her nipples nearly poking through the fabric. Despite this, her breasts looked nearly just as round and perky, though she clearly was encumbered by them.

“Sorry about that,” Anna said as she eased herself down into her chair, still acting like everything was normal. “Pregnant girl problems, you know?”

I decided I would play along.

“No worries, I’m just glad you’re ok.” I said calmly.

“So where were we?” she said, trying to continue the conversation we were having. “Ah yes, we were talking about our favorite shows. “Have you seen 'The Leftovers'?”

I did my best to have a serious discussion with her, but I found it nearly impossible with the ridiculous amount of cleavage staring at me in the face. Though I was sure they were just balloons, her breasts looked remarkably realistic. I tried to maintain my poker face, but the situation was so absurd that after a few minutes I couldn’t stop myself from grinning in amusement.

“What? What is it?” Anna asked sincerely, as if she had no idea.

“Sorry, it’s just… a little hard to focus,” I said.

“Because of my boobs you mean?” she smiled as if she was flattered. “I suppose I can’t blame you. They’re so big and squeezable now.”

Once again she cupped them in her hands and gently squeezed, this time maintaining full eye contact with me. I could tell she was trying to seduce me.

“They must be heavy.” I said nonchalantly, trying to play it cool.

“Hah! You betcha! But at least they aren’t quite as sore. Maybe if you play your cards right I’ll let you feel ‘em,” she said teasingly.

“Honestly, I’d be afraid they might pop if I do.”

She laughed when I said this, but I actually wasn’t kidding.

“Oh I don’t think you need to worry about that. They may start leaking though.”

Still convinced it was all a ruse, I decided to be a little bolder to see if she would break character.

“Well, we wouldn’t wanna make a mess, now would we?”

She was amused by my smooth response.

“I bet you could milk me like a cow, mister cowboy. Maybe you could show me how it’s done.”

“Maybe I could…” I said, laying on the charm, “…if you play your cards right.”

Anna giggled like a schoolgirl when I said this. Shortly after, she looked at me with a more serious expression.

“Can I… ask you a personal question?” she said hesitantly.

“Nope, what’s on your mind?”

“You have a thing for pregnant girls, don’t you? Most guys would probably be pretty freaked out by now.”

I was sure that any second the cameramen would come out and she would reveal it was all a prank. But, for some strange reason, I decided to be totally honest.

“Well… I suppose I do. Probably wouldn’t have agreed on the date if I didn’t, to be honest. But I think I’d find you sexy either way.”

I had never admitted I had this fetish to anyone, and here I was telling someone I had just met, while still quite certain that I was being secretly recorded, no less. Anna’s eyes lit up after I said this.

“Really?! You think I’m sexy even with all these babies in here?” she said, placing her hands back on her stomach.

“Yes ma’am,” I said plainly. “Especially with all those babies. For most of my life I would’ve been ashamed to admit that but I’ve realized it’s part of who I am, for better or worse, and I’m tired of hiding it.”

“Wow… that’s… really interesting,” Anna responded, seemingly at a loss for words. “Thank you for being honest with me. It takes some balls to admit something like that.”

I didn’t know what else to say at this point, and we sat in silence for a solid minute. Anna seemed to be in deep thought, and I started to think she was silently judging me. When she finally spoke again she said something I didn’t expect at all.

“…could you imagine if I was even more pregnant? I mean… I’m already super pregnant but what if I was like… super DUPER pregnant? Would you still think I’m sexy then?”

I couldn’t help but picture what she’d look like with a massive belly, absolutely filled to brim with babies. Anna was eager for my response, but I took some time to think first. It then occurred to me that the prank wasn’t over, and she was likely hinting at what was coming next. I figured that she would start inflating the fake belly she was wearing, just like she did earlier with her fake tits. This was a discouraging thought, because it meant that she probably WAS silently judging me, and this whole evening was an elaborate way to kink shame me. She would inflate her belly to a ridiculous size, and after my reaction everyone in the restaurant would have a good laugh at my expense. Despite realizing this, I was still proud that I was willing to open up to someone about something I once hated about myself. I knew that, whatever happened, I would still be ok.

“Yeah sure,” I said, semi-sarcastically. “Even if you were super duper pregnant.”

Anna suddenly gasped, and then, as if on cue, I started to hear the now familiar sound of stretching fabric. Just as I had predicted, her round belly started to expand like a balloon, slowly and steadily. Anna’s eyes grew wide as she watched it grow, and for the first time all evening, she looked genuinely worried. She started panting heavily, and I could see sweat forming on her brow.

“Nnggh! You couldn’t resist, could you? I was only kidding!” Anna said, groaning loudly.

“What do you mean?” I said, slightly puzzled.

Even though I was sure she was just messing with me, I found this to be an odd choice of words.

“I guess I wasn’t pregnant enough for you. You just had put more babies in me, didn’t you?!”

She sounded like she was angry, but somehow this made her more attractive.

“You’re saying I did this to you? That’s impossible. We haven’t even had sex.”

“Well, clearly you found a way… GAH!” she said with a loud groan.

Her belly suddenly surged outward in a short but powerful burst of growth. Afterwards, it was the size of a small beachball, and was nearly just as round. Even after this it continued to swell, and her dress started ripping at the front, where she was no longer able to reach. Her groans combined with the tearing fabric was loud enough to cause a scene at the restaurant, and the room was suddenly silenced. Anna’s face turned red when she realized that everyone was staring at us.

“First my tits and now this, in front of all these people. I hope you’re happy mister,” she said to me furiously. “You couldn’t even wait until we finished dinner. God… how many did you put in here?!”

I still found her anger adorable, but was starting to get concerned by the increasingly large hole in her dress. Her exposed skin and belly button looked quite real to me, and I was no longer so sure that it was fake. I decided I was done playing along, and just wanted this prank to end.

“Ok, very funny Anna, if that’s actually your name. You can stop now. Where's the camera? Go ahead and have your laugh, all of you!” I said loudly, looking at the various faces around the restaurant.

Anna looked at me like I was insane, as did everyone else. Before another word was said, the waitress returned to our table.

“Sir, I must ask that you keep your voice down,” the waitress said to me sternly. “Are you alright miss?” She said, turning to Anna.

“Ha! Am I alright?,” Anna said to the waitress agitatedly, “Johnny Utah over here thought it would be really funny if he got me even more knocked up right here in the restaurant, and now he’s in denial about it! Now I’m swelling up with God knows how many babies, and he thinks it’s just a big joke.”

“Is that so?” the waitress said as she looked back at me with disdain, completely abandoning her professionalism. “You think it’s funny, do ya? Getting a nice girl like her pregnant beyond all reason?”

I was so bewildered that I didn’t know how to respond. Anna’s dress continued to rip, which was likely exacerbated by the active babies inside. The kicks were so intense that I could see the outward bulges from across the table. Anna clutched her belly tightly, breathing deeply as if she was in labor. Fortunately for both of us, she wasn’t. The waitress turned back to her and put a hand on her still-growing belly. After feeling around for a few seconds, her eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Oh my, you’ve got quite a load in there! You poor thing, is there anything I do to make you more comfortable?”

“No… that’s sweet of you, but I think I’ll be – GAH!!”

Anna practically screamed as her belly lurched forward in another growth spurt. It was so intense that she had to stand, knocking over the table in the process. At this point, she was easily big enough to be carrying octuplets, and her breasts had grown slightly more as well. Fortunately, the growth finally came to a halt shortly after this. She gasped as she tried to process how massive her belly had become, clearly overwhelmed.

“Fuck…” she said in a loud whisper. She looked at me intensely with her vibrant green eyes, which were more beautiful than ever. “Look what you’ve done to me…”

“Anna… I… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

I could barely speak. I was simply in shock. Though the situation made no logical sense, somehow I knew in my heart of hearts that it was really happening. Somehow, I got Anna even more pregnant than she already was, and she was now carrying at least a few of my children.

“Well don’t just stand there,” the waitress said to me harshly. “You could at least rub the poor girl’s belly!”

Without a second thought I walked up to Anna and did as I was told. She let out a deep sigh of relief as my hands rubbed her bare skin, which was incredibly tight but had no stretch marks or imperfections of any kind. I could feel the storm inside her womb gradually settle down, and with it I could sense her anger dissipate. We took deep breaths in sync.

“There, that’s better now, isn’t it?,” the waitress said, now sounding much warmer.

“Yes…” Anna said in a slow, deep voice. “That’s better…”

The waitress suddenly spoke up, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.

“How about a round of applause for the new parents?!”

The entire room erupted in approving smiles and claps. I had forgotten that everyone was watching, and it was quite surreal to be cheered on as I rubbed Anna’s fantastically large belly. I suppose it represented that I was willing to take responsibility, and do my best to be a supportive father to our children. I certainly had the financial means to do so. Anna was greatly comforted by this, and she snuggled into me tightly.

“Would you… wanna get out of here?” I asked her, thinking she would want to get out of her tattered dress.

“Well, I mean… we haven’t even gotten our food yet,” she answered.

“We could hang at my apartment if you’d like, it’s not far from here. Maybe we could get a pizza on the way?”

“That sounds… really nice actually. But, could we do some shopping first? I should probably find something that will fit me, if that’s even possible anymore.”

“Of course!” I said, “Anything you need just let me know.”

I wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other the underside of her extremely crowded womb, giving her as much support as I could as we slowly left the restaurant. I handed the waitress $500 in cash on the way out, and she offered us both a sincere congratulations.

“So… is this a typical first date for you?” Anna said to me teasingly as we walked to the door.

“Heh, not quite. I usually leave the impregnation for the second date,” I said, obviously joking.

“I see,” Anna responded. “Well you better not be thinking of knocking me up any further. I really mean it this time!”

I could’ve been wrong, but to me this sounded like a dare.

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Art by Zdemian: www.deviantart.com/zdemian

Story contains Pregnancy and Breast Expansion

A few months after I had moved to New York City, I finally started to feel like I was settling into the urban lifestyle, and confident enough to enter the dating scene. I was raised a country boy, growing up on a ranch in North Texas, but it turns out I’m pretty good with numbers. Gifted, you might say, which is why at age 25 I was offered a job at a hedge fund with an eight-figure starting bonus. Though I was adjusting fairly well to living in the big city (the money certainly helped), I started to get increasingly lonely. So, I did what most people were doing in those days, and started swiping on a dating app.

Though I was perfectly willing to be someone’s sugar daddy, I figured I’d try to keep my wealth a secret, at least at first, and find a date using only my reasonably good looks and Southern charm. I had always been fairly picky when it came to girls, however; I guess my mother and grandmother set a high standard for me. I would often swipe through dozens, if not hundreds of profiles before finding one that seemed worth connecting with. Though, admittedly, I was into one night stands as much as the next guy, I was mostly only interested in girls that I could see as “wife material.”

After using the app for a few days, I came across the profile of a pretty brunette named Anna, a 24-year-old kindergarten teacher who lived in Brooklyn. She was stunningly beautiful, in a hometown girl-next-door sort of way, with an amazing smile and stunning green eyes. She also happened to have an amazing body, with perky breasts and ample hips. Birthing hips, as we called them in the South, was something I had a weakness for. Though I was already sure I would swipe right, I scrolled down to read her self-description. All it said was the following:

Just trying to have some fun while I’m still young. I love going out and trying new things, but also staying in and binge-watching acclaimed serial Dramas. Oh, and I’m pregnant, by the way. If this bothers you kindly move along.

I re-read this several times to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. One of my best-kept secrets was that I actually had a fetish for pregnant girls, and suddenly the idea of dating one was very exciting to me. I wasn’t keen on raising a child that wasn’t my own, but Anna was so hot that I was at least willing to entertain the idea. I figured she was so attractive that most guys wouldn’t care that she was pregnant, and so my chances of matching were very slim anyway, but of course I swiped right and hoped for the best. Much to my delight, I received a notification only a few minutes later saying that we had matched.

My heart was pounding as I tried to think of what to say first. I had never been good at first impressions or breaking the ice, and I really wanted to avoid the boring “Hey” or “How’s it going?”. Before I thought of anything, however, she messaged first.

"Hey there, just in case you didn’t read my profile, you should know that I’m knocked up pretty good. I just want that to be abundantly clear before we take this any further."

I appreciated her forthrightness, even a little turned on by it, but I was still cautiously optimistic about the situation. I quickly entered my response, trying to sound sincere:

"Understood. It’s not a deal-breaker for me, but I don’t want to be caught up in any drama with the baby-daddy, you know?"

Her response, which came within seconds:

"No drama, I can promise you that, but I’m like… REALLY pregnant. I just want you know what you’re dealing with. Most guys can’t handle it."

At this point my curiosity was piqued, and I was also quite aroused. Even just talking about pregnancy was enough to get me hard. It seemed like she was baiting me to ask her, so I did:

"You mean like, with twins?"

I gulped as I pressed the send button, and held my breath as I waited for her answer. She took longer to respond this time:

"Nah... Quints actually. Crazy, right? haha"

Once again, I re-read this several times. It was hard to tell her tone through the text, but she seemed to have a sense of humor about her situation, or perhaps it was a coping mechanism. Either way, I was quite intrigued.

"Holy shit! Five? That must be quite a burden."

I wanted to sound empathetic, but it was hard for me to contain my excitement.

"It is… but I love it. I love being pregnant. I hope you don’t think that’s weird. Still wanna be friends?"

It was a strange prospect for sure, but I decided I would roll with it and see what happens.

"Sure, I think it’s kinda cool actually. I’ve never met anyone as pregnant as you lol"

She responded with the emoji that looks like it’s crying tears of joy.

"You’re sweet. Maybe we could go out sometime? It seems like ever since I got pregnant none of my friends want to hang out any more."

I suggested we meet at a restaurant I knew on the Upper East Side. She told me that it was too fancy and wouldn’t be able to afford it. Naturally I said I would cover it, but appreciated that she didn’t presume that I would automatically. We agreed to meet the following Friday night, which gave me a few days to update my wardrobe. It had been a while since I had gone on a date.

By the time Friday came, the anticipation was killing me. For the first time in my life, I found it slightly difficult to focus on my work. I didn’t ask how far along Anna was, but I assumed it was fairly early, as none of her photos indicated that she had a bump. I arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes early, hoping I would be calm and relaxed by the time she arrived. As soon as I saw her waddling towards me, however, my heart started racing.

She was wearing a tight blue dress that left little to the imagination, and it amplified her fine curves. I noticed her round belly immediately, which indicated that she was much further into her pregnancy than I had thought. She looked big enough, in fact, to be full term, albeit with a single baby. Her breasts, which seemed to be barely contained in her dress, were jaw-dropping: incredibly large yet still quite perky and firm. They were so well-shaped that I thought they were fake at first, or that her bra was doing a hell of a job. She was showing a generous amount of cleavage, as if she was inviting people to look. Her most stunning feature, however, was her angelic face, which was remarkably youthful and feminine. When our eyes met she smiled brightly, which lit up the whole room as far as I was concerned.

I could tell that walking was a bit of a struggle for her, but she still seemed quite confident in herself. I suspected that she was proud of her pregnant body and wanted to show it off. She certainly turned quite a few heads as she waddled towards the table with the waitress. When she arrived, I shook her hand and helped help her sit down.

“Oh… thank you kindly,” she said to me with relief. “Still not quite used to the extra weight.”

After the waitress took our drink order, Anna immediately thanked me for inviting her out, and admitted that she had been quite lonely in the recent months. I was so lost in her exquisite emerald eyes that I was barely processing what she was saying.

“It’s funny. I got knocked up and suddenly all my friends are busy. Preggos can still have fun, you know?”

“Sure they can, I’m having fun already!” I said with a smile.

“Hah! You’re cute,” she said flirtatiously.

The suspense was killing me, so I couldn’t resist asking. “So how far along are you?”

“It’ll be six months on Sunday. Still have three to go, if you can believe it,” she said, patting the side of her belly.

This came as a mild shock to me.

“Wow! But you’re so… um…” I stammered, struggling not to offend her.

“…big already? You mean?” She said with a smirk, slowly starting to stroke herself around her belly button.

“Uh… well… yeah, I guess. I hope you don’t mind me saying but you look like you could give birth any minute,” I said.

“No, I don’t mind at all. You’re right. I’m pretty huge already. And I’ve been told that most of the growth happens in the third trimester, so I’m going to get A LOT bigger. It also doesn’t help that all five are boys.”

The way she said this so matter-of-factly turned me on. She seemed to really enjoy talking about her pregnancy, and I was enjoying listening to her talk about it even more.

“Jeez… your poor back. It must get really sore from carrying them around all day,” I said, trying to be empathetic.

“Eh… not as sore as my boobs. They’ve gotten super sensitive recently,” she said casually, as though she was talking about the weather.

She looked down at her breasts and sighed. Again, I was at a loss for words. Before I could say anything, she continued.

“My doctors tell me they’ll probably get even bigger… but they’re already so huge! Can you imagine if they were like… this big?” She pantomimed having breasts as large as bowling balls. Of course, I figured she was just kidding and so I tried to laugh it off, but she spoke so plainly that it was hard to tell. If it was her intention to turn me on, she was succeeding magnificently.

“Yeah… that would… suck…” I said, struggling to form a sentence as I shameless stared at her tits.

Anna started laughing when I said this, and stuck them out even further as if to give me a better look. She reminded me of a proud farmer presenting her prized pumpkins at the state fair.

“It’s ok, you can admit it.” Anna said with a devilish smile. “You like ‘em big, don’t cha?”

“Well I WAS raised in Texas, ma’am,” I said with a grin, dialing up my accent a bit.

“You’d probably prefer if they weren’t attached to this huge belly though.”

Anna put her hands on the underside of her swollen womb, and lifted up slightly to emphasize her point. I figured she was just teasing me, but it also seemed like a test.

“Eh…” I said nonchalantly, “…it’s growing on me.”

She smiled sweetly when I said this. I felt confident that I gave her the answer she was looking for. Just then the waitress came to the table to take our order. Anna ordered a giant porterhouse steak, the biggest they had, which made her even more endearing to me. She then let me talk for a while about Texas barbeque, something I’m very passionate about.

“That sounds soooo good. I haven’t had good brisket in ages… and I’m constantly starving with all these hungry babies,” she said as she rubbed her stomach.

“I bet. It must be a challenge eating for six.”

“You got that right. Would you…um… wanna feel?” Anna said to me, gesturing towards her belly. The air was thick with sexual tension by now, and clearly she really wanted me to.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” I said timidly as my heart started pounding.

I had never been permitted to rub a pregnant girl’s belly before, let alone one as huge and round as Anna’s. I slid my chair around the table close to her’s, and she turned her belly towards me, nearly placing it on my lap. I tried to appear calm as I looked down at the large sphere that was wrapped tightly in her blue dress, but it was a little overwhelming, and I was hesitant to touch it at first.

“Go ahead… it won’t bite” Anna said, nudging herself even closer.

I gulped as I slowly reached towards it, fingers splayed out wide. I gently placed my hands onto both sides of her swollen abdomen, and started to feel around. Anna was evidently quite pleased by this, relieved even, as she sighed with satisfaction as I rubbed.

“Mmmmm… that feels nice. You have a nice touch,” she said sensuously.

I moved my hands as gently as I could, as though Anna’s belly was a massive balloon that might pop if I was too rough. Even through the fabric of her dress, I could feel how incredibly tight her skin was. Despite my efforts, I suddenly started to feel a multitude of kicks coming from within, which made Anna smile.

“Oh wow…” she said, giggling. “You woke them up! They must like you!”

The kicking got quite intense very quickly, but Anna seemed to find it amusing rather than painful. I thought maybe she was just putting on a brave face so that it wouldn’t be awkward for me, but her laughter seemed genuine.

“Oh dear... they’re… nngggh… kicking like crazy in there!” She said with a grunt. She closed her eyes and started to breathe deeply, almost like she was having contractions.

“Are you ok? You must be uncomfortable with all that ruckus going on inside,” I said with genuine concern.

“Yes… yes. I’m fine… really. They’ll calm down in a minute,” she said, in between deep breaths. “Please… just keep rubbing. It feels so good!”

I started to cover more area with my hands, and pressed in more firmly. As I did this, Anna looked down and spoke softly to her babies.

“Shhhhh… it’s ok little ones.”

The sound of her sweet voice was absolutely sublime to me, and made me nearly forget that we were still in a very public restaurant. It was difficult for me to keep a level head as lust overwhelmed me. I could sense the eyes of other guests in the restaurant staring at us, but I honestly didn’t care. At a certain point, one of the babies kicked especially hard, causing us both to flinch. This made her laugh quite loudly, as though she found the situation hilarious. I couldn’t help but smirk at the strangeness of it all. She looked back up at me intensely, and smiled fondly.

“Goodness gracious… I sure am preggers, huh?” she said with a huge smile.

“You sure are,” I said, continuing to thoroughly cover every inch of her belly as if it was my job.

Though it was clearly a rather sensual massage, I tried to keep things non-sexual by avoiding getting too close to her breasts or thighs. Nevertheless, I was so aroused that I was practically in a trance, and Anna seemed to be in a state of deep bliss. After another minute or two of this, I looked up and noticed an older couple watching us from another table. They both smiled at me in approval, almost like they were proud of me. I was a little weirded out by this, and it snapped me out of my trance.

“Yep, it feels… nice,” I said nervously, awkwardly moving back to the other side of the table.

I had a raging erection at this point, but did my best to hide it. Anna continued to rub herself with both hands, smiling serenely. She had a Zen-like calm that I found quite soothing. I wanted to get to know her better, so we each talked about our life stories over the next several minutes. I told her that I had a happy childhood and went to a good college, but didn’t give any clues of my impressive net worth. Anna was very enthusiastic about her job as a kindergarten teacher, saying that she always saw working with children as her true calling. It was refreshing to see someone who was genuinely passionate about their career. I was tempted to ask her more about her pregnancy, specifically what happened to the father, but I figured she would tell me when she was ready.

The waitress brought us our salads, and we continued to talk about our interests and favorite genres of music and movies. At some point, in the middle of a discussion, I started hearing a faint noise. It was hard to tell what it was at first, but pretty soon I recognized it as stretching fabric. I tried to ignore it at first, but after a minute, it was clear where it was coming from; Anna breasts were growing, and her dress was being pushed to its limits. It seemed like she didn’t even notice, so I looked down into her deepening cleavage, hoping her eyes would follow.

“Hey pal, my eyes are up here!” she said with a sassy smile, still unaware that her breasts were already at least a full cup size bigger.

“Anna! Um… I think you’re, uh… growing!” I said awkwardly, nodding my forehead towards her chest.

Anna finally looked down at her swelling orbs, and her eyes grew wide in surprise.

“Oh shit, you’re right! I guess the doctors weren’t kidding!” she said smiling, as though she was amused.

She didn’t sound scared at all. I figured she was trying to appear calm so that she wouldn’t cause a scene, but was secretly freaking out. She cupped her breasts in her small hands and squeezed firmly, perhaps in an attempt to stop them from getting bigger.

“God, this is so embarrassing. This would happen to me in the middle of a date.”

We both watched as her tits continued to swell in all directions, forcing her hands further and further apart. I found the situation to be stranger than fiction, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t secretly enjoying it. There was a sudden loud snap, which I quickly realized was Anna’s bra.

“Damnit,” she said under her breath. “That was my favorite bra. Oh well…” she said with a sigh.

Shortly after this the growth stopped. By then she looked like she was smuggling two large honeydews. They were easily the biggest tits I had ever seen. I was amazed that her dress managed to stay intact.

“I’m sorry, but would you excuse me for a minute? I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick,” she said hastily.

“Are… are you sure? Do you need to go to the hospital?!” I said, confused. I was truly worried that she needed medical attention.

“Oh no, I’ll be ok-“

She stood up quickly, but clearly wasn’t used to her new proportions. As she struggled to get to her feet, her breasts knocked over her glass of water, which spilled all over the table.

“Oops! So sorry! I’m such a klutz!” she said, rather whimsically.

She frantically tried to soak up the water with her napkin, but was having trouble reaching with her belly and breasts in the way. The waitress came over immediately with a towel, also seemingly unphased by Anna’s significantly larger bust.

“Had a little accident, did we?” the waitress said to us teasingly. She nodded towards Anna’s chest and smiled. “You gotta be careful with those things miss, you could poke someone’s eye out!”

“Yes, I know… Sorry! Pardon my tits,” Anna said with an innocent laugh.

At this point, I began to think that I was on some hidden camera show, that Anna had some sort of inflatable balloons inside her dress. It seemed highly possible that she and the waitress, along with everyone else in the restaurant, were hired actors trying to mess with me. When the mess was cleaned up, the waitress helped Anna to the bathroom, and I was left alone at the table for roughly ten minutes. As I sat there mulling it over, I convinced myself that it was all some weird social experiment or simply just an entertaining prank, and that I had no real reason to fear for Anna’s health. I didn’t like the idea of being the butt of a joke, but I figured I’d try to be a good sport about it. Looking around the restaurant, I noticed that more of the other “guests” were looking at me, all with a similar look of approval. I even got a subtle bro nod from a few of them, which I still found quite odd.

When Anna returned to the table, I had a hard time keeping a straight face. Her dress was now comically tight, and looked like it was good sneeze away from tearing down the middle. It was clear she was no longer wearing a bra, with the tips of her nipples nearly poking through the fabric. Despite this, her breasts looked nearly just as round and perky, though she clearly was encumbered by them.

“Sorry about that,” Anna said as she eased herself down into her chair, still acting like everything was normal. “Pregnant girl problems, you know?”

I decided I would play along.

“No worries, I’m just glad you’re ok.” I said calmly.

“So where were we?” she said, trying to continue the conversation we were having. “Ah yes, we were talking about our favorite shows. “Have you seen 'The Leftovers'?”

I did my best to have a serious discussion with her, but I found it nearly impossible with the ridiculous amount of cleavage staring at me in the face. Though I was sure they were just balloons, her breasts looked remarkably realistic. I tried to maintain my poker face, but the situation was so absurd that after a few minutes I couldn’t stop myself from grinning in amusement.

“What? What is it?” Anna asked sincerely, as if she had no idea.

“Sorry, it’s just… a little hard to focus,” I said.

“Because of my boobs you mean?” she smiled as if she was flattered. “I suppose I can’t blame you. They’re so big and squeezable now.”

Once again she cupped them in her hands and gently squeezed, this time maintaining full eye contact with me. I could tell she was trying to seduce me.

“They must be heavy.” I said nonchalantly, trying to play it cool.

“Hah! You betcha! But at least they aren’t quite as sore. Maybe if you play your cards right I’ll let you feel ‘em,” she said teasingly.

“Honestly, I’d be afraid they might pop if I do.”

She laughed when I said this, but I actually wasn’t kidding.

“Oh I don’t think you need to worry about that. They may start leaking though.”

Still convinced it was all a ruse, I decided to be a little bolder to see if she would break character.

“Well, we wouldn’t wanna make a mess, now would we?”

She was amused by my smooth response.

“I bet you could milk me like a cow, mister cowboy. Maybe you could show me how it’s done.”

“Maybe I could…” I said, laying on the charm, “…if you play your cards right.”

Anna giggled like a schoolgirl when I said this. Shortly after, she looked at me with a more serious expression.

“Can I… ask you a personal question?” she said hesitantly.

“Nope, what’s on your mind?”

“You have a thing for pregnant girls, don’t you? Most guys would probably be pretty freaked out by now.”

I was sure that any second the cameramen would come out and she would reveal it was all a prank. But, for some strange reason, I decided to be totally honest.

“Well… I suppose I do. Probably wouldn’t have agreed on the date if I didn’t, to be honest. But I think I’d find you sexy either way.”

I had never admitted I had this fetish to anyone, and here I was telling someone I had just met, while still quite certain that I was being secretly recorded, no less. Anna’s eyes lit up after I said this.

“Really?! You think I’m sexy even with all these babies in here?” she said, placing her hands back on her stomach.

“Yes ma’am,” I said plainly. “Especially with all those babies. For most of my life I would’ve been ashamed to admit that but I’ve realized it’s part of who I am, for better or worse, and I’m tired of hiding it.”

“Wow… that’s… really interesting,” Anna responded, seemingly at a loss for words. “Thank you for being honest with me. It takes some balls to admit something like that.”

I didn’t know what else to say at this point, and we sat in silence for a solid minute. Anna seemed to be in deep thought, and I started to think she was silently judging me. When she finally spoke again she said something I didn’t expect at all.

“…could you imagine if I was even more pregnant? I mean… I’m already super pregnant but what if I was like… super DUPER pregnant? Would you still think I’m sexy then?”

I couldn’t help but picture what she’d look like with a massive belly, absolutely filled to brim with babies. Anna was eager for my response, but I took some time to think first. It then occurred to me that the prank wasn’t over, and she was likely hinting at what was coming next. I figured that she would start inflating the fake belly she was wearing, just like she did earlier with her fake tits. This was a discouraging thought, because it meant that she probably WAS silently judging me, and this whole evening was an elaborate way to kink shame me. She would inflate her belly to a ridiculous size, and after my reaction everyone in the restaurant would have a good laugh at my expense. Despite realizing this, I was still proud that I was willing to open up to someone about something I once hated about myself. I knew that, whatever happened, I would still be ok.

“Yeah sure,” I said, semi-sarcastically. “Even if you were super duper pregnant.”

Anna suddenly gasped, and then, as if on cue, I started to hear the now familiar sound of stretching fabric. Just as I had predicted, her round belly started to expand like a balloon, slowly and steadily. Anna’s eyes grew wide as she watched it grow, and for the first time all evening, she looked genuinely worried. She started panting heavily, and I could see sweat forming on her brow.

“Nnggh! You couldn’t resist, could you? I was only kidding!” Anna said, groaning loudly.

“What do you mean?” I said, slightly puzzled.

Even though I was sure she was just messing with me, I found this to be an odd choice of words.

“I guess I wasn’t pregnant enough for you. You just had put more babies in me, didn’t you?!”

She sounded like she was angry, but somehow this made her more attractive.

“You’re saying I did this to you? That’s impossible. We haven’t even had sex.”

“Well, clearly you found a way… GAH!” she said with a loud groan.

Her belly suddenly surged outward in a short but powerful burst of growth. Afterwards, it was the size of a small beachball, and was nearly just as round. Even after this it continued to swell, and her dress started ripping at the front, where she was no longer able to reach. Her groans combined with the tearing fabric was loud enough to cause a scene at the restaurant, and the room was suddenly silenced. Anna’s face turned red when she realized that everyone was staring at us.

“First my tits and now this, in front of all these people. I hope you’re happy mister,” she said to me furiously. “You couldn’t even wait until we finished dinner. God… how many did you put in here?!”

I still found her anger adorable, but was starting to get concerned by the increasingly large hole in her dress. Her exposed skin and belly button looked quite real to me, and I was no longer so sure that it was fake. I decided I was done playing along, and just wanted this prank to end.

“Ok, very funny Anna, if that’s actually your name. You can stop now. Where's the camera? Go ahead and have your laugh, all of you!” I said loudly, looking at the various faces around the restaurant.

Anna looked at me like I was insane, as did everyone else. Before another word was said, the waitress returned to our table.

“Sir, I must ask that you keep your voice down,” the waitress said to me sternly. “Are you alright miss?” She said, turning to Anna.

“Ha! Am I alright?,” Anna said to the waitress agitatedly, “Johnny Utah over here thought it would be really funny if he got me even more knocked up right here in the restaurant, and now he’s in denial about it! Now I’m swelling up with God knows how many babies, and he thinks it’s just a big joke.”

“Is that so?” the waitress said as she looked back at me with disdain, completely abandoning her professionalism. “You think it’s funny, do ya? Getting a nice girl like her pregnant beyond all reason?”

I was so bewildered that I didn’t know how to respond. Anna’s dress continued to rip, which was likely exacerbated by the active babies inside. The kicks were so intense that I could see the outward bulges from across the table. Anna clutched her belly tightly, breathing deeply as if she was in labor. Fortunately for both of us, she wasn’t. The waitress turned back to her and put a hand on her still-growing belly. After feeling around for a few seconds, her eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Oh my, you’ve got quite a load in there! You poor thing, is there anything I do to make you more comfortable?”

“No… that’s sweet of you, but I think I’ll be – GAH!!”

Anna practically screamed as her belly lurched forward in another growth spurt. It was so intense that she had to stand, knocking over the table in the process. At this point, she was easily big enough to be carrying octuplets, and her breasts had grown slightly more as well. Fortunately, the growth finally came to a halt shortly after this. She gasped as she tried to process how massive her belly had become, clearly overwhelmed.

“Fuck…” she said in a loud whisper. She looked at me intensely with her vibrant green eyes, which were more beautiful than ever. “Look what you’ve done to me…”

“Anna… I… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

I could barely speak. I was simply in shock. Though the situation made no logical sense, somehow I knew in my heart of hearts that it was really happening. Somehow, I got Anna even more pregnant than she already was, and she was now carrying at least a few of my children.

“Well don’t just stand there,” the waitress said to me harshly. “You could at least rub the poor girl’s belly!”

Without a second thought I walked up to Anna and did as I was told. She let out a deep sigh of relief as my hands rubbed her bare skin, which was incredibly tight but had no stretch marks or imperfections of any kind. I could feel the storm inside her womb gradually settle down, and with it I could sense her anger dissipate. We took deep breaths in sync.

“There, that’s better now, isn’t it?,” the waitress said, now sounding much warmer.

“Yes…” Anna said in a slow, deep voice. “That’s better…”

The waitress suddenly spoke up, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.

“How about a round of applause for the new parents?!”

The entire room erupted in approving smiles and claps. I had forgotten that everyone was watching, and it was quite surreal to be cheered on as I rubbed Anna’s fantastically large belly. I suppose it represented that I was willing to take responsibility, and do my best to be a supportive father to our children. I certainly had the financial means to do so. Anna was greatly comforted by this, and she snuggled into me tightly.

“Would you… wanna get out of here?” I asked her, thinking she would want to get out of her tattered dress.

“Well, I mean… we haven’t even gotten our food yet,” she answered.

“We could hang at my apartment if you’d like, it’s not far from here. Maybe we could get a pizza on the way?”

“That sounds… really nice actually. But, could we do some shopping first? I should probably find something that will fit me, if that’s even possible anymore.”

“Of course!” I said, “Anything you need just let me know.”

I wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other the underside of her extremely crowded womb, giving her as much support as I could as we slowly left the restaurant. I handed the waitress $500 in cash on the way out, and she offered us both a sincere congratulations.

“So… is this a typical first date for you?” Anna said to me teasingly as we walked to the door.

“Heh, not quite. I usually leave the impregnation for the second date,” I said, obviously joking.

“I see,” Anna responded. “Well you better not be thinking of knocking me up any further. I really mean it this time!”

I could’ve been wrong, but to me this sounded like a dare.