IPJ Round Two Extra - A Fan (W40) (Patreon)

We're taking just a step back during her pregnancy to look at a certain encounter with a rather large aftershock. :)


Goth Manon was something on my mind quite a while ago, but I never really followed up on it until today. This is mainly due to a resurgence in interest in her, which was pretty much exclusively made through the thought of "hey I wonder if I can make giant bra's work as a texture". I still can't promise much, I don't know how long it'll last and how many scenes I'll make with it (there's at least one, which looks to be quite promising)

Drive folder

---

“How about we grab some lunch?” Ivana looked over to her side, to her fiery haired partner in crime, Clara.

“Sure... If you don’t empty out their entire stock again.” She shot a nasty glare back at her heavily pregnant friend.

“That’s not fair and you know it… You forgot the part where they apologized for the low stock they had that day.” Ivana stood still with her hands on her hips.

“Even then… I’ve never heard anyone ever tell me that they single-handedly caused a store to close with their appetite!!”

Ivana eyed both sides of the street they were standing in, only a handful of people minding their own business. This increasingly became a rare occurrence, as her social media reach was most intense in the capital city and her pregnancy certainly caught a lot of eyes.

“That’s because it is embarrassing! Who would tell people that!? Plus… I don’t need my bestie to keep reminding me of it...”

“Fiiine… Just for-... today.” The brief pause was unnatural for Ivana’s friend. When Ivana turned around to see what made Clara pause, she spotted a girl in all black standing only a few meters away. It was rather hard to assess it with all of the black and drapey clothing, but initial impressions reminded Ivana of her younger self. The girl’s eyes lit up as soon as she noticed them looking.

“Hey there, what do you need?” Ivana asked in a comforting tone. Clara crossed her arms and looked the other way.

The girl looked around, as if she didn’t want anyone but herself to see. She moved in closer. “H-hi… I’m Manon and...well… I… I’m a huge fan.”

“Well hello Manon, I’m glad to hear that. Would you perhaps… like an autograph?”

Manon’s face went through various expressions, anyone could’ve guessed it was about the realization she didn’t have a pen nor a notepad to write it down on. She rubbed her legs together nervously. “I… I don’t have anything on me… sorry...”

“No worries. What about a photo then? You and me!” Ivana could hear a sigh to her left, Clara’s patience was running thin.

“I-If that’s okay!” Manon came closer while taking out her phone. As she gave it to Ivana, she noticed how much Manon’s hands were shaking. She held them briefly and smiled at the black-dressed girl. Her kindness seemed to have done little to calm Manon, as now her steps seemed irregular.

Ivana handed it over to Clara, fully well knowing she’d get another earful once they were done with this. The two positioned themselves near a wall, Ivana wrapping an arm around Manon. She nearly jumped out of her skin in response.

Upon closer inspection as well as posing with her, it seemed Ivana’s earlier assessment was off. She was significantly curvier than she had previously thought, on top as well as Manon’s bottom. If the girl would grow similarly to Ivana herself, she would have quite a bit of growing left on the agenda.

“Heheh… this was supposed to be an off-day, I didn’t exactly dress for the occasion either...” Ivana pointed at her simple outfit, which clearly showed how she needed two pairs of fabric to contain her monstrous bust.

“Aah! I’m sorry… I’m not going to share this with anyone besides me, if that... if that makes it any better…”

Ivana looked over and smiled. “Of course! Now… say cheese!” She was the only one that said the word, Manon made an attempt to smile.

Clara handed over the phone to Manon. Ivana leaned in closer to see the photo. “Oh that one turned out great! I must say… black fits you quite nicely.”

“T-thanks…” She said out of courtesy, but she didn’t sound like she meant it.

Ivana noticed an amethyst pendant dangling from her neck, the sun highlighted it as it glittered violet. If she wasn’t so close to Manon, she wouldn’t have even noticed it.

She points at the pendant. “I love that color, it really suits you.”

Manon’s eyes jumped wide open and after a brief delay, they started to tear up. Upon realizing this, she turned around and wiped them away with her arm. With her leather jacket, this however wasn’t as successful. “S-sorry!”

“Heeey…” Ivana turned to rest her hand on her shoulder. If she weren’t heavily pregnant, she would’ve leaned in for a hug instead. This girl looked like she needed one.

“Are you okay? Shouldn’t I have said that?”

Manon sniffed and shook her head. “I’m fine… It’s just… my hair naturally is purple. I dyed it black because… I wanted to be super pretty like you...”

“Aww I’m touched… Thank you. Wait… isn’t purple hair incredibly rare?”

Manon’s eyes were locked staring at the pavement. “Y-yes… it is…”

“That’s amazing! I actually think purple would look great on you.” She took a moment to stroke her own jet black hair, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

Manon looked at her bewildered. “R-really? You… you wouldn’t hate it?”

“Not at all! In fact it should be something to be proud of!”

Manon’s eyes teared up again, this time she made no effort to hide it. She sniffed before turning to Ivana and hugging her. Which pretty much equaled to hugging her breasts, tightly.

Ivana reached out to pet her head. “There, there… Don’t let anyone tell you who you shouldn’t be, okay?”

Manon looked up to nod, before letting go of Ivana’s breasts. She straightened her back and put up a great smile. “Thank you so much… I won’t forget this, ever.“

Before Ivana could respond, the girl turned around and ran back into the street. Puzzled, she looked back at Clara.

“Huh… that was certainly… unexpected.”

“That it was… but it seemed that was exactly what she wanted to hear. From… from someone she idolizes, perhaps?”

“Probably. Though…” Clara looked away as her face blushed slightly. “This idol of hers also happens to have sprung a leak or two.

“OH! Oh shoot… Looks like lunch is on hold… unless...”

“NEVER.” Clara replied instantly.

“Oh well. Can’t say I haven’t tried.”