The First Year

Part II

"You're fat," she says as if it isn't the most obvious thing in the world. She pokes at Julia's belly button practically bursting through her maroon-colored faded hoodie, then cups the globe teeming with life altogether and gives it two slow jiggles, taking in the weight on her hands. "You're really really fat."

"Pregnant," Julia corrected her twin sister with a grin. "I'm pregnant, Mel."

"Yeah, well, you're still really fucking fat," Melanie smirked with sparkling green-brown eyes much like her sister's.

Slowly moving both hands over the sides of her older sister's engorged womb, she could feel the life within rolling around, pushing as burbles and gargles sounded from underneath Julia's hoodie. 

Melanie was the youngest of them both, though only shy of a few seconds. Julia loved reminding her baby sister that she was older, even if most of the time people thought that Melanie was the oldest sibling. And it didn't surprise Julia; Mel was a whole four inches taller, with older looking facial features and a less lanky build pre-pregnancy Julia. Though their eyes were exactly the same, their skin tone the same shade, and the smattering of freckles on their face, you could tell they were sisters; just not twins. Melanie had even went so far as to dye her hair auburn, pairing it with a bright green at the ends, piercings dancing up along both ears, a double eyebrow piercing, and a lip ring opposite of Julia's. 

It wasn't that often that Mel came into the area; she had been gone for the last 2 months for her photography job . . .  between that and finishing up college, Julia really hadn't been able to see her twin in quite some time. Which was plainly obvious by the way Mel kept gawking at the gravity of Julia's belly. 

"How freakin' much do you weigh?" Mel grabbed the hem of her sister's hoodie, pulling it up to reveal Julia's swollen form. "Jesus, sis your belly button is the size of an apple!"

Julia laughed at her sister's exclamation before responding to the question, "Four hundred pounds. Which is actually preferred for what I'm carrying."

"So back to my original statement: You are really fuckin' fat, Jules."

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Hours after her sister stuck around to catch up on things, Julia was more than happy to be spending the rest of her time with Kryla. Her wife had promised a night of a good meal and relaxing.

Annoyed with the way her green leggings were fighting against her taut belly, Julia hooked her thumbs into the waist band before quickly tugging them down on the way towards the living room. She took a few fumbling steps with the heaviness of her belly's weight before completely stepping out of the leggings with a content sigh.

"That's more comfortable," Julia mumbled to herself, now looking down at her rippling belly; just wearing the hoodie from earlier and her black maternity panties felt amazing, considering her immense size.

Bundling her massive belly load under her arms, Julia began her waddling descent down the stairs to meet Kryla in the living room for dinner. Her wife had returned home shortly after Melanie had left, having brought home a stack of pizzas for them to share; eleven boxes worth to be exact.

She could smell the mouth watering promise of pizzas reach her senses as soon as both bare feet hit the blue kitchen tile. The wriggling, rolling brood inside her womb seemed to share her enthusiasm as they began to send even more visible ripples to her mound, a deep gurgling accompanying the movements.

"You sound hungry," Kryla commented as her heavy bellied wife waddled towards the couch. 

She was already changed into a plain purple spaghetti strap tank paired with goldenrod yellow pajama shorts, covered in a gorgeous design of white stars. Her hair was pulled upright into a floppy top bun, a few strands of her beautiful blonde hair framing her face. Kryla's violet eyes sparkled under side-swept bangs as Julia lowered her hefty form onto the couch beside her.