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An Air-Baby for the Hubby (Comm)
🕑 Added 2022-02-21 15:49:43 +0000 UTCAnother test, another singular red line. From on the bed beside Jackie, Michael sighed. “Are we doing something wrong? There are accidental pregnancies all the time, so why can’t we get one on purpose?”
Jackie set the negative pregnancy test on her nightstand and leaned over to peck Michael on the cheek, her long, black hair spilling onto his shoulder as she did. She was an awesome wife and she wasn’t afraid to say it. She had mostly smooth skin and rocking curves, a kick-ass personality, a quick wit, and legs for days. Her only real problem was being too direct at times, but if someone didn’t appreciate that, then it was their loss. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m sure I’ll be knocked up and huge in no time. We just need to be patient.”
Michael’s face turned a bit pink and he pursed his lips. “I still can’t believe you looked through my browsing history. That stuff’s sacred for men, y’know.” Michael was a fantastic husband and Jackie wasn’t afraid to say it. He listened to her, he rarely got mad, he put up with her bullshit but still spoke up for himself when it mattered, and he had a rocking body. Not too muscular, not too flabby, and good-sized equipment. His only real problem was that he had a weird kink, but hey, Jackie had a few kinks of her own, so it was passable.
“Sure, sure, whatever. But aren’t you happy knowing that your wife’s ok with you loving her pregnant belly to your heart’s content?” Jackie paused. “Well, once I have one, anyways.”
Michael draped his arms around Jackie’s shoulders and leaned on her. “I mean, yeah, of course I am. It’s like a total dream. I just wish it would finally happen. We’ve been trying for two months already.”
Jackie patted Michael’s arm. “Hey, if it helps, we could both get a fertility test. If worse comes to worst and you’re the problem, I could get artificially inseminated or something.”
“Why would I be the problem and not you?” Michael pouted.
“You already tell me every day how perfect I am. If it’s my fault, then you’ve been lying to me. Plus that problem is a lot easier for us to work around than the other.”
“All good points. I retract my statement.”
Jackie chuckled. She had a lot of worries about the whole situation herself, of course, but she didn’t want to let it show. She wanted kids and she thought Michael would make a great father, and she was really looking forward to nine-plus months of being doted on by a pregnancy-kink fool… But if she wasn’t pregnant within a month, they might have to seriously consider that fertility test, and what to do if the results weren’t in their favor…
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“Have fun at work, babe,” Jackie called across the apartment.
“You know I won’t!” Michael called back before the front door shut. Jackie smiled to herself. He had a meeting with some horrific clients today, but he’d had worse. He’d be fine. Besides, Jackie had her own thoughts to focus on today.
The busty woman leaned back in her office chair and stared up at the ceiling. She worked from home, but this was her off day for the week. She normally read or ran errands on her off day, but today she had a different goal: what was the best way to cheer up a disappointed Michael?
The obvious answer was to get pregnant, but it’s not like she hadn’t been trying. She sucked at cooking, so making his favorite food was a no-go, and she didn’t want to do something frivolous since they were saving for her pregnancy and the child that would follow. So what could she do?
Jackie’s shirt started to slide up her midriff, leaving it bare in the chilly morning air. She yanked it back down with an agitated grunt. She was feeling bloated today, which was always awful. Like, sure, Michael would love the extra roundness to her normally flat belly, he always did, but it-
Jackie froze. That was it. She couldn’t get pregnant on command, but she could LOOK pregnant on command. With the right tools, of course. The black-haired beauty shot out of her seat and scooted into the bedroom to change into some going-out clothes. She needed to make a quick purchase before Michael got home. Nothing too expensive, of course, but Jackie knew that Michael would love it more than any pricey meal or skimpy outfit…
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It was half-past five, so why wasn’t Michael home yet!? Jackie squirmed on the bed. This wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, so she really hoped that Michael would get here soon-
She heard the front door unlock and swing open. “Babe, I’m home!” came Michael’s voice.
“Come to the bedroom, Mikey! I have a surprise for you!” Jackie called back. Finally! She lay on her side in that ‘paint me like one of your french girls’ pose. It was awful and cheesy, but it put her surprise on full display, so it was perfect.
“Oh really?” Michael responded. There was the sound of Michael taking off his coat and shoes, then the shuffling of socks on carpet. He walked into the bedroom with a flirty grin on his face, saying, “I’m ready for my-”
Michael’s voice trailed off as his eyes fervently traced the outline of Jackie’s body. He had good reason to look at her since she was in just her best lingerie and had a lovely new curve for his eyes to ogle. Her belly was a good few inches rounder than it had been when Michael had left that morning.
Jackie smiled coyly. “I’d ask if you like what you see, but your tent is telling me everything I need to know~”
Michael gulped. “B-But… I thought the test was- no, it wouldn’t show this much so early anyways, so why…?”
“As much as I’d love to say I’ve been lying and faking pregnancy tests this whole time to prank you, I haven’t been.” Jackie pulled up the blankets from the edge of the bed, revealing the bicycle pump she’d stored under the bed earlier. “It’s all air in here, honey. A fake baby bump, just for you.”
Michael blinked. He walked forward and knelt next to the bed. He reached out and gingerly put a hand on Jackie’s belly, curiously exploring the smooth surface of her inflated middle. “I’ve seen people do this online, but… I didn’t know the real thing would be so… wow…”
Jackie arched an eyebrow. “Oh? So you’ve seen ladies do this kind of thing before, huh? Care to share some of those videos with your wife?”
“Only if you’re fine with showing me the DA account you made in college.”
“What were we talking about again? Movies or something? I love movies.”
Michael laughed, then trailed his fingers along the ring of Jackie’s slightly distended navel. “This really is a fantastic surprise, though… makes me feel like I should reward you somehow…”
“If you want to reward me, get your pants off, pin me down, and make this new belly of mine bounce. Momma’s feeling empty with all this air inside her~”
Michael smirked and started fiddling with his belt. “Have I mentioned how much I love how direct you are? And don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll have any issue filling you up today…”
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“Pleeeeease?”
“Nope. Not happening,” Jackie denied. She was sat on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, legs and arms crossed.
Michael bit his lip. Then he sat down on the bed next to Jackie, sighing mournfully with his eyes closed. “Oh, alright… but you know, seeing you like that yesterday just got my hopes up… it was really fun, but now I just remember that gorgeous belly of yours and can’t help but think… what if it really had been the real thing…?”
Jackie frowned. “Stop that, you manipulative bastard. Why are you like this?”
Michael half-opened one eye and looked at Jackie. “I blame being the youngest sibling. Is it working at least?”
“...Yes,” Jackie conceded. “Fine. But not too much! You may like the results, but you’re not the one that has to feel it.”
“I think I’ll get to feel it plenty, thank-you-very-much~” Michael joked. He stood up jubilantly and reached under the bed for the pump. He held the pump itself in one hand and the tube in the other and just looked at Jackie. “Ok so, what’s the sexiest way to do this? Any thoughts?”
Jackie rolled her eyes and moved to be on all fours on the bed, her rear facing Michael. “Just lube it up and get it in me before I change my mind. We can do foreplay once I’m fake preggers.”
“You got it, babe,” Michael agreed. Jackie watched as Michael pulled open the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube. After a thorough coating, he then pulled down Jackie’s PJ bottoms and carefully slid the nozzle of the tube into her ass.
Jackie gasped softly as she felt the cold tube slithering into her warm insides. She braced herself for the oncoming blast of air that was sure to follow, but… nothing. She glared down at Michael through her spread arms and legs. “What’s the hold-up, Michael? Can’t figure out how to work the kiddy lock?”
Michael looked down at the pump. “Does this thing seriously have a kid’s lock on-” He stopped himself and shook his head. “No, right. I’m just wondering… should we have a safe word or something? Air inflation can get kinda dangerous.”
“Sure. The safe word is ‘fuck, it hurts, stop that you asshole’.” Jackie laughed and wiggled her bare ass in front of Michael’s obviously interested eyes. “C’mon, babe! I trust you to stop before I blow up like a balloon or something. We’re just making a little baby bump, after all. It’ll be fine!”
“Well… yeah, alright then,” Michael conceded.
He pulled out the plunger of the pump and slowly pushed it down. Jackie groaned softly as she felt a rush of air pushing through her insides. Once the flow had halted, she looked back to Michael again. “And remember Mikey: just a little bigger. I’ll kick your ass if you do actually end up hurting me.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “See, that’s exactly why I asked about the safe word.” He pulled out the plunger and pumped again.
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“Oooh-oooooh- stop-stop-stop!” Jackie moaned, her knuckles white against the sheets she was gripping.
Michael stopped mid-pump and gently set the bike pump down on the floor. He crawled up onto the bed next to Jackie and ran his hand along the flank of her swollen belly, sending shivers down Jackie’s spine. “God, I’ll never get used to how beautiful you look like this… and how amazing you feel…”
“F-Flattery will get you nowhere, you little shit,” Jackie hissed. “You went bigger AGAIN! You’d think that on the fourth try you’d finally be satisfied with how big you’ve blown me up.”
“Sorry, I just can’t help it. You look better and better every night, so I just want to keep going,” Michael said softly. He carefully slid the tube out of Jackie’s rear snd then swiftly replaced it with a butt plug that he’d bought on his way home that evening. They’d learned yesterday that once Jackie passed a certain capacity there was no chance of holding everything in during sex. While one loud fart during sex was funny, several massive ones were gross and stank. Hence, the plug.
Now disconnected from the pump, Jackie flopped over onto her side, panting. Her belly was a good bit larger than just a baby bump now. She could easily pass for being in the second half of her second trimester. She rubbed the side of her inflated belly and cocked an eyebrow at Michael. “You’re lucky that inflating like this is growing on me. Otherwise, your ass would be grass after the cramping that happened today.”
“I’m glad you’re starting to like this. It makes it a lot better to fool around when I know you’re not just doing this for my sake,” Michael said. He scooched up behind Jackie to be the big spoon, wrapping a leg over her hip and nuzzling her neck while one hand fondly massaged her flank. He was a bit shorter than her, but he still managed to be a wonderful big spoon, much to Jackie’s pleasure.
Jackie bit her lip, loving every millisecond of Michael’s attention. It hadn’t been a lie; Jackie really was starting to like the feeling of being so big and full and tight. She just wished that her belly had a bit more… heft to it. Fuck, maybe SHE was starting to get a pregnancy kink now. Her husband was infecting her.
The inflated woman craned her neck to seek Michael’s mouth. He gladly met her advance, all the while continuing to attend to her tummy.
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Jackie stood firm in the kitchen, hands planted on her hips. “Michael, I swear to fuck you need to learn some self-control. I felt like I was going to pop last night! Like, ACTUALLY pop!”
“Hey, you can’t blame me for that!” Michael protested, setting his fork into the box of take-out Chinese he was holding. “You told me, word for word, ‘I want to feel pregnant’ before we started. I was just trying to help you with that!”
“Well, thanks for nothing, asshat. If that’s what being pregnant feels like, I’m getting my tubes tied tomorrow. Seriously,” Jackie grumbled before shoveling a heaping helping of fried rice into her mouth.
“Why, because being pregnant wouldn’t feel as good?” Michael demanded. “You can’t fool me, Jackie. You were just as excited as I was by the end! Hell, I probably didn’t even need to use lube!”
Jackie spluttered, nearly choking on her mouthful of rice. “Wh- J- I- Fuck! Dammit, Michael! Just let me be irrationally pissed! It’s my RIGHT as your wife to be irrationally pissed at you sometimes! And don’t bring up how wet I may or may not have been! That is so insensitive!”
Michael scowled down at his Chinese food. The two ate in silence for a few minutes with only the sound of chewing and chopsticks filling the void. Then, growing tired of the dense tension in the air, Jackie sighed. “Ok, ok, fine. Even though yes, you did still go too far last night, I will admit that I did enjoy looking like I could go into labor any second. And it felt amazing too, I guess. So… sorry.”
There were a few more seconds of silence. Then Michael glanced up from his food. “Y’know… if you really want me to forgive you, we could go again with you being honest this time. You’re normally so straightforward with me, so why can’t you do it with this as well?”
Jackie raised an eyebrow. “I give you a vaguely heartfelt apology and then you immediately want to have sex with me in the exact same way that caused a fight in the first place?”
“Is… is that a no?” Michael asked sadly, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes. God damn those eyes. Jackie hated those eyes with a passion. Because whenever he brought them out, she… she just…
“Hnnng… alright, fine. But stop with the eyes! I can’t deal with you and those eyes!”
Michael grinned and fluttered his lids. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Love you hon! I’ll get the pump after we finish eating.”
Jackie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’re adora- wait, get the pump? It’s already in the bedroom, so why…?”
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“A-Aaaah- OOOooohhh my God, fuck!” Jackie cried out.
“Just a bit more, babe,” Michael promised, pushing the plunger of the pump down for the umpteenth time that night.
“Y-You said that- *aaah!*- three pumps ago!” Jackie protested. Her knuckles were white against the kitchen counter she was heavily leaning on. She was bent over with her belly, breasts, and long hair dangling towards the floor below her. Her belly wouldn’t normally hang down at all thanks to her stellar figure, but it was currently pumped full of enough air to make her look heavily pregnant. It still wasn’t quite as much as last night but it was more than enough to send cramps and rumbles coursing through her body with every bit of extra air Michael pumped in.
Michael pulled the plunger up again and started inching it downwards, making Jackie’s toes curl up under the shorts and panties that had long since been pulled down to her ankles. “I never said how much a bit was, did I?” Michael said flirtatiously, pressing his lower body up against Jackie’s bare ass and thighs.
Jackie panted as a series of light cramps passed through her tummy. “Y-You prick- oooooooh! I can feel how much you’re enjoying this!”
“C’mon, Jackie!” Michael urged, pulling up the plunger yet again. “You said you were going to try to be honest tonight! How does it feel, babe?” He put a hand against her drooping belly, pressing his fingers into her solid side. “God, it feels so tight in there already, but I bet you can fit more, can’t you? I want to fill you up so badly. I want to keep pumping you up even bigger and bigger. Don’t you want that too, baby?”
“I… I…” Jackie’s face felt like it was engulfed in flames. “F… Fuck you, bastard! Yes! Yes, alright!? But I’m so big already! I-If I get any bigger, I’m not even gonna look pregnant anymore! Wasn’t that the whole point of this!?”
Michael leaned forward, reaching down with his hand to massage the apex of Jackie’s belly. His finger dipped into her shallow navel and she moaned softly. “What’s wrong with going for twins? Or maybe even triplets?” Michael whispered.
“Y-You horny fucker…” Jackie panted, her arms trembling from how tightly she had been gripping the counter. “F-Fine! Do it then! Pump me up! Fill me up! I don’t care anymore!”
Jackie couldn’t hold back a shrill gasp as Michael finally forced the plunger down, pushing her belly past labor and into the absurd. She didn’t know what she’d managed to awaken in herself - and in Michael, for that matter - but if they were going this far after just a week of inflating, then she couldn’t even imagine what they would do going forward…
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Jackie hated this. This wasn’t hot and it wasn’t going to lead to sex. It was just plain annoying.
The heavily inflated woman pulled her black hair back into a ponytail, then carefully pushed herself to her feet. Her belly, filled with more than enough air to burst a balloon, stuck out a solid distance from her normally damned fine frame. Hell, she couldn’t even see her feet without bending forward. Not that she could bend forward at the moment. She was so full and tight that she cramped up just from breathing, let alone doing anything requiring her core
Jackie had had the oh-so-bright idea that inflating might go better if she got used to the feeling of being inflated. Maybe she’d cramp less, maybe she’d be able to move better, etc., etc. So after Michael had said his goodbyes, she’d pumped herself up to the size she’d been last night in the kitchen - that is to say, until she was beyond pregnant.
She had to admit, inflating herself was far less attractive than when Michael did it. All the cramps and tension weren’t getting swallowed up in her pleasure either, making them genuinely painful and annoying. Getting in the butt plug afterward had been a massive hassle as well since it was hard to reach around herself to her ass.
And now that she was up and moving around (she had some easy chores to do before settling down to work for the day), she noted how much of a hassle being this big was. Her generous hips had occasionally led to bumping into things from time to time, but now that she had a freaking blimp stuck to her front, she had to move at half speed to not collide with anything.
It was actually more than just a hassle, though. Jackie narrowly avoided having her taut tummy collide with the sharp edge of the kitchen counter and saw her life flash before her eyes. And were doorways always this narrow? Fuck.
Jackie finished up her chores and returned to the bedroom (slowly). At least this was good practice for being pregnant as well. Well aside from all those extra hormones, the weight, and the engorged breasts… though now that her shirt was off and she was looking down at herself, her boobs did look a little bigger than normal. Maybe her body was being tricked into thinking it was pregnant by how often she was inflating or something? Or maybe it was just her regular hormones being totally weird as per usual?
Whatever the reason, Jackie wasn’t planning on wearing a bra today, so it didn’t really matter. She just wanted to change into some comfy clothes before getting to work in her office. She grabbed a super comfy top that Michael had given her for her birthday and pulled it over her head. She tried to tug it down over her belly, but… oh fuck, that was unpleasant. She had forgotten that the shirt being snug was one of its best points since the material was mega-soft, but that snugness was now pressing down HARD on her engorged tummy. With this thing on, one wrong move and she really would pop…
Jackie forced back tears as she peeled the too-tight shirt off of her poor belly. This idea was TERRIBLE. She really hoped that it at least would give results…
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Michael slid the tube into Jackie’s rear for the fourteenth time in fourteen days. “You know, this still hasn’t gotten any less amazing than the first time we did this,” he commented with a smile.
“That’s because you’re not the one on the receiving end,” Jackie huffed. Michael’s bad habit of going bigger every time still hadn’t stopped. Jackie’s most recent record was around the size of full-term twins. She’d even noticed that her breasts had swollen up towards the end, pressing hard against her belly and feeling more firm than usual. That seemed physically impossible, but it really had happened and Michael had been more than happy to ‘investigate’ the strange occurrence, so she was willing to ignore… whatever was happening there.
The pumping began unceremoniously while Michael replied, “Babe, I know you. If you really didn’t like this, then you wouldn’t do it at all - like when we tried that teacher/student roleplay.”
Jackie grimaced. “Don’t remind me. God, that was so awful. I felt so uncomfortable in that pencil skirt and I can’t act worth a damn.”
“I still love you for trying,” Michael replied while giving Jackie a kiss.
“That would’ve been a lot more romantic if you had kissed my lips or forehead or something instead of my ass.”
It was all I could reach, ok? And your butt is just so kissable that I couldn’t help it~”
Jackie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop a smirk from spreading across her face. Michael was a dork, but he was her dork. A dumbass dork with a surprisingly insatiable thirst for large, swollen tummies, but a dork nonetheless.
While she was thinking about Michael, a small wave of tension brought Jackie back to reality. She looked down at herself. Her belly was already swelling past the point of a second-term pregnancy. She was this big already? Without even feeling that much? All that daytime practice was paying off, apparently. That was something at least.
“Wait, wait, stop for a sec, hon,” Jackie said.
Michael stopped. “Yeah?”
Jackie narrowed her eyes. “Why do you stop so easily when I’m calm but it takes me gasping in pain to get you to stop later?”
“Because those are the only two times when you actually want me to stop. If I stopped any other time, you’d get mad at me later for not following through.”
“Seriously? What do you think I am, some kind of masochist?”
Michael blinked. “Uh… yeah?”
Jackie blinked back. “...What?”
“What?”
The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Finally, Jackie cleared her throat. “Well… maybe I do tend to enjoy certain actions that happen to involve pain. But I enjoy them for other reasons.” She glared at Michael. “Other. Reasons. Got it?”
Michael nodded, barely suppressing a grin. “Y-Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, honey.”
Jackie sighed. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you?” She said plaintively while shifting on the bed. She settled down on her back, sprawled out across the bedspread. As one last afterthought, she snagged a hair tie to tie her hair back into a ponytail before saying, “Ok, you can keep going now.”
Michael resumed pumping, then asked, “Why the sudden urge to change positions?”
Jackie stretched her arms above her head, feeling the skin pull tight across her swelling belly as she did. It really did feel so much better when Michael was doing it instead of her. “I figured that you might be tired of staring at my butt every time, so I’m giving you a good view of my belly instead. It looks a lot more impressive this way anyways, right? Towering above me and everything.”
Michael visibly gulped. Jackie smirked. She ran a hand across her growing gut, feeling her muscles twitching underneath as she rapidly approached full-term pregnancy size. “That’s right, huh? Even after doing this for two weeks, you haven’t been getting the best view of the whole point of this. You’ve just been staring at my ass like a pervert peeking into a locker room. Are still trying to roleplay with me or something?”
“W-Well… technically, we’re roleplaying that you’re pregnant… so… yes?
Oh yeah. That was true, huh? But he really didn’t need to point it out. Jackie coughed, sending a spasm of tension through her overblown tummy. “F-For someone pretending I’m pregnant, you certainly aren’t being very gentle with me. You’re forcefully pushing me to be bigger and bigger every night, you bad man you.”
“And you look sexier and sexier every night,” Michael flirted, keeping up the rapid pumping pace. “I keep thinking how lucky I am to have someone like you that not only accepts my kinks but fulfills them too. And the bigger you let me get you, the more I’m reminded of how amazing you are.”
A wave of cramps rolled over Jackie’s belly. Oh God, she was rapidly nearing full-term twins size again, but Michael wasn’t slowing down. “F-Fuck off with that manipulative flirty stuff, Mikey. I’m never gonna f-fall for it.”
“It’s not manipulative. I really mean it. Why would I manipulate you into doing something you were gonna do anyway?”
“Th- That’s… true, but- AAH!” Jackie gasped as her belly spasmed. Her chest seemed to have grown again as well, her view of her belly more obscured than usual, but she could still clearly see how large she had gotten. “M-Mikey, s-slow down! I- ooooh- I’m so b-big!”
“Do you really want me to slow down?” Michael asked, the excitement clearly audible in his voice. “Because it doesn’t sound like you do~”
Jackie clutched her belly with both hands, feeling it tremble beneath her touch. It seemed to be physically swelling underneath her hands, pushing her fingers apart as Michael pumped. Her belly was hard to the touch, sleek and smooth, and so light despite how massive it was. Her tits were even swelling now, obscuring more and more of her vision as they blew up. “M-Mikey, d- AH!- d… don’t stop! I- Make me bigger! Make me tighter! Oh fuck, just make me explode! AAAAAH!”
Michael was more than willing to oblige. He continued pumping, the bike pump squeaking quickly. Jackie was moaning and groaning constantly now, writhing in place on the bed. It hurt so badly! It was so enormous and taut! Her belly! It was heaving and bobbing up and down from the force of the pumps, towering higher and higher above her! It- oh God, it- oh! Ooooh! OOOH!
“OH!” Jackie cried out. Something had moved! “S-STOP! MICHAEL, STOP!”
The squeaking of the pump ceased as Michael tossed aside the pump. “Is something wrong?” Michael asked concernedly. He ran a hand quickly and gently over Jackie’s blimped-up belly searching for… fuck if Jackie knew.
“S-Something- *ooooooooh*- something m-moved inside of me…” Jackie panted. Fuck, she could barely breathe. She didn’t know if it was her enormous belly or her engorged boobs that were pressing so hard on her lungs, but it was pretty awful. “Y-You were pumping, and then- *oh, fuck*- then s-something shifted. Like, it… slid? M-Maybe?”
Michael continued running his hands over Jackie’s poor belly. Every touch sent spasms of pain throughout her body, but at the same time… DAMN, that felt amazing… Michael frowned. “Uhh… maybe… your intestines got so blown up that they pushed something else aside to make room?” He looked over to meet Jackie’s eyes over her puffed-up rack. “Can… can that even happen?”
“Wh-Why would I know? It’s not like I’m an e-expert on this stuff. You’d know more th-than I would.”
Michael bit his lip. “Well… does it hurt?”
“Yeah, like h-hell,” Jackie responded. “B-But no more than usual when we do this. I b-bet it’ll hurt even more while you’re- *uuuugh*- getting under all th-this belly to the good stuff, t-too.”
“Jackie, I’m being serious! If you’re hurt, we need to get you to a hospital or-”
Jackie reached out with her hand and grabbed Michael’s upper arm. She yanked him down to her face and snarled, “Michael, I’m F-FINE. If you drag me out of this G-Goddamn house after inflating me with fucking air t-triplets WITHOUT fucking my brains out first, I’m going to crush your fucking s-soul.”
A drop of sweat ran down the poor man’s face. “Uh… s-sorry, I’m kinda out of the mood now because-”
“MICHAEL, I SWEAR TO FUCK-”
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This was a nice song. Jackie liked this song. It brought her joy and pleasure - unlike certain OTHER things in her life.
The air shifted from the door opening and Jackie opened one eye. Oh, look. It was a pleasureless thing. She pulled an earbud out and said, “What do you want?”
Michael smiled meekly as he stepped into the bedroom. “W-Well… I did some digging on some online forums and it seems like what probably happened was… one part of your intestines slipped over another part to make more room… or something similar. And no one has mentioned anything bad happening after that, so… you’re probably fine! Yay!”
“Wanna know what’s not fine, Michael? My fucking vibrator. It needs new batteries. Want to know why it needs new batteries, Michael?”
Michael pouted. “Aw, c’mon, Jackie! You can’t be mad at me for worrying about your safety! You could’ve died if it had been something serious!”
“The only thing that died was your libido.” Jackie scowled up at the ceiling for a moment, then shut her eyes and sighed. She pulled out her other headphone. “But… yeah, you’re right. I’d rather be alive thanks to a lame hubby than dead thanks to a dickhead one.”
Michael let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God, I thought this was going to be a huge thing.”
“Don’t push it, Mikey. My vibrator does still need new batteries and I’m also pissed that my bras don’t fit.”
“Oh yeah, what’s with that? Are they shrinking at least?”
Jackie glanced down at her chest. Her normally modestly sized and perky breasts were still grapefruit-sized and looked like she’d gotten implants. “No clue. And they are, but… slowly. It’s not like I can just let the air out. There’s no exit. I don’t even know how air got in them in the first place.”
Michael walked over and sat on the bed next to Jackie. “At least it’s not the worst thing in the world to happen, right? I mean, I love your normal size, but I’m not opposed to how they are now either…”
Jackie rolled her eyes. Men. She pushed past it and sat up. “Michael, I think we should hold back on the whole inflation thing. I know you love it, and I do too, but… it doesn’t feel healthy. Also, my intestines are really sore.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I think we should just wait until I’m actually pregnant to enjoy the big-belly life.”
Michael’s face drooped, but he nodded. “Yeah, that… makes sense.” There was a pause for a moment, then he looked hopefully back up at Jackie. “B-But maybe we could do it every once in a while? Like, once a month, max?”
Jackie snorted. “Just can’t let go, can you?” She thought for a moment, then grinned as a wicked idea grew in her head. “Alright, fine. But only if we get a second pump.”
“A second pump? Why?”
The tall beauty smooched her lover on the cheek. “Neither of us can regulate my body apparently, so we’ll use your body to know when to stop~”
Michael laughed. “Riiiight, good one.” He kept laughing as Jackie stood up and walked towards the door. Before she left, the laughing grew nervous and he continued, “R-Right? You’re joking, right? Jackie?”
She looked back at Michael and just grinned. She sauntered out of the room. She couldn’t wait to actually be pregnant, but she could settle for what she had for now. And playing around with her favorite boy-toy certainly made the wait more bearable~.
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Not today's fic, that one's still on the way. But here's a comm I just finished! It's got all that stuff my fics usually have, like breast expansion, men in a primary role, mentions of pregnancy... wait... actually, how is this even one of my fics?
The usual fic will be up later today! It's a character fic for once instead of an OC fic. Have fun guessing which one~
