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Emi's 3rd Pregnancy #4 - Center of Mass
🕑 Added 2025-01-26 18:58:00 +0000 UTCApologies for the delay, I wasn't feeling too great for the past few weeks and couldn't really get myself to work on Emi. But no more (the latter part)! I'm not as far ahead as I'd like to in terms of scenes, but with the help I've been getting it should be a lot easier.
Story written by me and edited by Warmind Asura!
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(Week 22)
Matthew spread out as far on the sofa as he could. He tilted his head back onto the headrest and closed his eyes. The house was finally quiet after an extremely long day of child rearing and Emi managing, and he intended on making the most of the limited time he knew he had. The triplets were already fast asleep, and it was Emi’s turn to take care of the sextuplet’s evening routine. Even Aya had left early that day to celebrate New Years with her newly-made family of 12. It was finally time to relax.
“Maathewww…,” a voice cooed.
He shook his head, and slowly opened his eyes as he realized it was Emi calling to him. Matt looked around in confusion as to how his pregnant wife could have possibly been able to sneak down the stairs without him noticing. He was even more surprised to see his wife standing extremely close to him and blocking the television with her pregnant body. He leaned his head to the side. Matt was only able to catch a glimpse of the television before Emi caught the motion, and shifted her immense body to purposely his entire view with it. The brief glimpse he did catch was of a show he did not recognize.
‘Shit... I must’ve fallen asleep,’ he thought to himself.
He rubbed his eyes, and sleepily asked, “Kids are asleep?”
“Was there ever any doubt?” Emi chuckled. She waited for him to finish rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and for him to look back to her before she reached for the hem of her shirt.
Matt’s eyes immediately flicked to where her hands were grabbing the fabric, and how she was already struggling to gain much purchase on the garment. He recognized it as a shirt he had seen her wearing easily enough last month. Emi grinned down at him as she continued to try and get enough of her hands under the hem to begin yanking it upwards. As Emi continued to try to enact her striptease, it quickly became more than obvious that her breasts had grown significantly in the last month. The shirt was stretched taut across her immense bust, and only barely covered the bottoms of her areola leaving a significant portion of underboob hanging out.
Emi finally managed to slip her hands under the tight cotton shirt, and she tried to pull the fabric up. It continued to resist her attempts to remove it, but eventually she was able to work enough of herself out to allow for her soft growing mass to be revealed. Matthew, usually one to help out, instead found some enjoyment in watching her struggle for a bit.
“Having trouble?” he asked and smirked up at her.
Emi huffed. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew just by his tone that he had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. She grunted and tugged again, before replying, “I’ll wipe that smirk off your face! These babies are no joke!”
Her pulls became more and more violent as her frustration mounted. A smile finally snuck across her face as she felt her right breast slide out from its cotton prison. Emi could only imagine what Matt was getting to witness. She grinned as she knew it was likely one of the wildest boob drops ever. Encouraged to finish the process, she tugged her shirt up with full force. The action fully exposed her expansive chest to the open air.
Emi gasped as she felt a chill on her exposed skin. Her left breast flopped down and threw her off balance. Her center of mass had shifted so unexpectedly and so quickly because of the excessive growth she had experienced that this was becoming an almost regular occurrence. She immediately stumbled forward in the same motion as she yanked the shirt fully off of her. Before she knew it she was on a collision course with the couch and Matthew.
“Oh fuu-,” she yelled out as she tried to brace herself as best she could.
The next thing she knew, she had somehow landed safely in Matthew’s arms. He had attempted to pop up to help brace her, but her mass had quickly thrown him backwards. He had still been able to get his hands out, and she felt him catch her with them.
Stunned, she craned her neck to try and see around herself. She was only able to see the tops of her breasts and the top half of his head peeking out from underneath her. The next realization was his firm grip around her breasts and the sensation of the sofa- or floor barely grazing her belly. She moaned softly at the combined sensations.
Matthew nestled his head between the masses, before he said, “Em- That... was a close one...”
“My bad…,” She giggled nervously back. “-though I guess that does get us straight into the action...”
