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Gas II - Liquid
🕑 Added 2018-07-30 20:37:47 +0000 UTC Note: This is a story-prompt for Smith Jim.-
In the following days, Sandra was referred to specialist after specialist, and had to put up with awkward waits in crowded waiting rooms, and clerical staff members continuously trying to direct her to maternity wards.
Finally, Sandra had no choice but to give up. No doctor could give her an explanation for her condition. She had missed enough of work, and now she was at serious risk of losing her job.
She returned to the office, and did her best to ignore the stares of her colleagues. She made a strategic schedule of breaks, in which she would slip off, and relieve the growing pressure of the gas in her belly. And though Sandra did not shrink much farther than her present, at-term-looking state, she did not grow any larger, which was a minor victory. She even took to wearing maternity clothes to spare of herself the difficulties of finding tops in extraordinary sizes at regular stores.
She looked perpetually pregnant. Her belly was big and low. She noticed her breasts had gotten slightly plumper, as had her hips. With a visit to her primary physician, Sandra learned that her body seemed to think she was with child, and was preparing itself accordingly. Her breasts were engorged, and her pelvis was spreading. Strangely, her stomach was now beginning to fill with fluid. The whole thing unnerved Sandra, but as there was nothing she could do about it, she did her best to ignore it, at least until she heard back from a specialist.
She was getting progressively heavier. Her dating life was ruined, or so she had thought. It had taken a full month to get a date, and she was sure Richard probably thought her to be pregnant.
They met at a fancy Italian place. Sandra eased herself down carefully. She was surprised by how naturally the conversation flowed, and how much she was enjoying herself, despite her traitorous body. She had previously condemned herself to a life of loneliness. Sandras belly prodded the edge of the table, and she blinked.
Oh! she thought belatedly. She was late to relieve herself. Excuse me, she said, standing with care. Grimacing at the surprising heaviness of her gut, Sandra headed to the bathroom.
Once inside, Sandra belched as much as she could, her belly tremoring with each one that tore through her. Sandra was surprised when the belches ceased, quite abruptly. She tried to belch again, even to fart, but it was as though her body had no more gas.
Sandra looked down at herself. Her belly was still large and round, but heavier, and bobbing slightly. She steadied it with her hand, feeling unnerved. Fluid, she mused.
Sandra made her way back to the table, finding herself moving in a slight waddle by then.
Richard abruptly stood. I took care of the check.
Sandra forced a smile. She was unnerved by the increasing sensation of pressure, and the sudden inability to relieve it. She allowed Richard to walk her to her car.
She hoped he didnt take notice of how much bigger she was. Her belly was large and heaving and uncomfortably pressurized. It lightly bumped against Richards torso as they turned to face each other. She imagined she looked as though she was overdue with twins by then. She could feel her swollen breasts heavily bulging against the cups of her bra.
The tension was only growing. Sandra held her lower belly, her legs fidgeting beneath her. She absently tugged at the bottom of her maternity blouse as her body continued to steadily outgrow it. She was so tight by then. What if she needed to go to the hospital.
Id like a second date, Richard informed her.
Sandra couldnt help but smile. Her belly stood between them like a barrier.
Richard laid his hands on her waist, pressing slightly into her girth, causing her to squeak. He took this as a good thing, and lightly kissed her. Come back to my place? he murmured.
It didnt seem like the best of ideas. Yet she didnt want to reject him. Sandra opened her mouth to provide an inevitably flimsy excuse, but instead heard herself say, Sure.
