Getting Spiteful IV (Patreon)

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“I’m so glad you came,” said Megan.

Jack couldn’t help noticing how gorgeous she looked, with her shining pink lips, thick eyelashes, and her hair let down to flow down along her shoulders. She looked so different from the kind waitress who served him at the buffet.

“I admit, I would’ve been really disappointed if you hadn’t shown up,” she continued softly.

The house was large and surprisingly upscale for someone of her salary. Maybe she had inherited some wealth. Jack admittedly felt out of place in the sumptuous environment.

“Hors d’oeuvre?”

Jack startled a little when a waiter appeared carrying a platter of some fancy appetizer.

“Oh, s-sure,” he stammered, grabbing up a handful and stuffing them down without ceremony. Megan giggled at him as he went for more.

“Someone’s baby is hungry,” she teased.

Jack coughed a bit and tried to smile between mouthfuls.

He could feel the stares drilling holes in his back, everyone intrigued by this hugely pregnant guest. Jack honestly felt like a whale. His back was straining and he was breathless just from standing there. But he had to admit that it was nice to be somewhere social, not just eating alone, or lying around in his dorm with his babies hammering away at his insides, demanding to be born. This was, maybe, preferable. This house. Megan’s company.

“Are you having a good time, Jackie?” she asked him sweetly as she reached out, wiping a crumb his cheek.

Jack gulped. “Yes.” It was true. This was the most he had enjoyed himself in a while, awkwardness aside.

The stares persisted. He just stuck out so much and he didn’t belong. “Oh!” His abdomen clenched, causing him to hunch slightly, clutching at the huge, swollen orb. Was that a contraction? Shit, the stress was really getting to him.

“You okay?” Megan asked in concern.

“Yeah…f-fine,” Jack managed, even though he wasn’t too sure about that. He rubbed his hands along what he could reach of his massive belly. It heaved out and in, out and in, with his heavy breathing. God, it was bigger than beach ball. Just huge.

“Here Jackie, have some water.” Megan offered him a glass.

As Jack stepped forward to accept it, his belly bumped into her. Megan gave a surprise laugh. Jack offered a pained look. His belly outspanned his arms!

Rather than being repulsed by how outrageously gigantic he truly was, Megan smiled, leaning in, allowing his packed body to press snugly into her. She wasn’t at all mindful of the way people goggled all around them. She gently handed him the glass. “There you go.” God, Megan made everything better. Jack started to relax again. “Oh!” Megan said, her face lighting up. “A kick!”

Jack and Megan spent most of the night together, chattering away, forgetting about all the people around them. Sometimes Jack felt little jolts of tightness, but he kept eating as a way of comforting himself, taking his mind off things, and keeping himself from just popping. He kept close to the snack table, continuously stuffing handfuls of fancy cuisine into his mouth. And he summoned waiters at every opportunity. They all came bearing new and intriguing snacks for him to devour.

The party was winding down and Megan had not left his side, not once.

Now she pulled him along, showing him different parts of the house. Jack managed to keep up at a breathless waddle, cupping his lower belly, which felt about ready to burst. He was so heavy and exhausted, yet he didn’t want this night to end. He was just enjoying it too much.

His dress was hugging into him. He wasn’t sure if it had been this tight at the start of the party. It was a low-cut strapless thing, cleavage puffing over the neckline. He must have looked absolutely ridiculous, so round and voluptuous, so busty and hugely pregnant.

He found himself in a broad corridor decorated with gorgeous paintings. He realized that he had been guided away from the party, and was now alone with Megan, in this private little corner.

He felt so full and heavy, so tight and exhausted. He was flushed and sweaty, belly heaving and aching, just straining with tension, and growth, and babies. God, the dress felt close to tearing right apart.

And yet he was having the night of his life. He strained to smile, then Megan closed in, laying her hands on his tremendous, heaving swell.

“God Jackie, do you have any idea how attractive you are like this?”

“R-really?” said Jack.

Then she closed in, pressing closer, until his belly was squashed between them. It was awkward, yet ludicrously wonderful to feel her lips pressing against his, his eyelids dropping, as her hands idly explored his swell.