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🕑 Added 2024-09-29 01:38:36 +0000 UTCHaru meets a very pregnant, obese Yukiko while vacationing in Hawaii and can't get the sight of her out of her head...
Haru Okumura trudged across the beach, taking in the sight of the other people vacationing in Hawaii. Her curvy figure was outlined in the flowing half-dress swimsuit she wore, giving away a subtle jiggle at her hips and chest. The heiress moved out to the beach, letting the clear, warm water lap against her feet. The sunshine was reflecting off the water, making it sparkle and shimmer in a vibrant blue hue. “It’s so pretty,” she uttered, her breath catching in her throat as she laid eyes on a beachgoer walking parallel to her through the water.
The heavily pregnant woman looked a few years older than her. Haru wondered if the woman was at least triple her weight. She was smiling serenely as she walked through the ankle-deep water, resting one hand on her generous belly, which jut out by more than the length of her forearm. She was classically beautiful, with delicate, angular features that were partially erased by her plush face weight. Her figure was squeezed into a stretchy red one-piece maternity swimsuit that hugged her engorged looking breasts. Her long, raven hair flowed out behind her, coming to a stop above her large, plush buttocks. Pale stretch marks were etched into the outer curves of her rump, close to where her rear end met her thighs. Similar discolorations striped her breasts, which were jiggling steadily as she strolled along. She was moving with a determined waddle, clearly out of breath. Her belly was rounded and gravid, tapered by excess fat that ended in a set of grabbable, jiggling love handles.
Her body quivered as she swayed along, though the texture of her distended belly was a bit more firm than the rest of her puddinglike body. Her limbs looked utterly unused to exercise, fatted and squeezable. Sweat and sea breeze clung to her pale skin. It looked like it took real effort for her to move; she would cringe slightly with every few of her waddling steps, but looked otherwise calm and content.
“Oh, wow...” Haru gasped, unable to take her eyes off the woman. Her hands traveled to her own flat, but subtly soft belly and squeezed.
The woman met Haru’s gaze. Haru looked away quickly, blushing profusely. To her shock, the woman was approaching her with a smile.
“Hello,” the woman said in a soft, breathy voice. “Are you here on vacation, too?”
“Yes; it’s a school trip!” Haru answered, nodding and shaking her fluffy head of hair.
“I thought I’d try and catch some sun, but I don’t know how long my complexion can hold up like this, even with sunscreen! I’m Yukiko, by the way!”
“I’m Haru, it’s very nice to meet you!” the heiress answered.
“I’m from a small town; I rarely take trips because of my work, but my husband insisted!” A small blush spread across Yukiko’s cheeks. “He’s been spoiling me a bit since we found out about the baby.”
“You look beautiful,” Haru blurted, her blush redoubling in strength.
“Aw,” Yukiko chuckled. “I don’t always feel it, so thank you. You’re a very beautiful girl yourself; you must have no shortage of interested boys after you.”
“W-well-” Haru stammered.
“It took a while for me to realize how much I loved my husband after I met him. It was our shared experiences that brought us together, I think.”
Yukiko’s eyes widened before she let out a surprisingly silly snorting laugh. She placed both hands on her soft, rotund belly. “Ooh, the baby’s kicking! She must like you.”
“Aww!” Haru hummed, her eyes going wide.
“Want to feel?” Yukiko asked.
“Can I?” Haru murmured, reaching out and pressing her palms against the warm softness of the pregnant woman’s belly. She could feel the pulse of movement beneath its plush exterior. “Wow...” she gasped.
“Sometimes it feels like you never quite get used to your body when you’re carrying a child, but it isn’t a bad feeling, either,” Yukiko advised, her eyes looking at Haru knowingly. “Sometimes, it just feels hard to believe you’ve got life growing inside you. Then the weight gain, morning sickness and backaches remind you.” Yukiko let out another uncouth laugh. “You should see me trying to fasten my yukata!” Still smiling, Yukiko let out a big sigh. “I think it’s time I sat down. It was very nice meeting you, Haru. I hope we run into each other again before we head back home!”
Haru said her goodbyes and watched Yukiko depart, staring at her wide, ample bottom jiggling away.
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Haru opened her second chocolate box of the day and popped a caramel into her mouth. Her once shapely figure had expanded and softened through years of idle snacking, rounding out her figure and draping it in pillowy flab. Her curves were puffy and soft, including a dense, rounded belly that had recently begun to droop and a significant double chin. Her already generous bust had grown heavy, like softening, overripe fruit. Whenever Haru started snacking, she would begin to daydream about that woman Yukiko she met two years ago, and her vibrant, pregnant body.
Haru let out a long, wistful sigh and ran her hand down her belly, which was pressing firmly against the fabric of her dress. She was even starting to get stretch marks from her weight gain, lately. Haru found herself staring at her naked body in the mirror, tracing each one with her fingers. She felt heavy...almost gravid. Her lips parted as she let out a long belch, freely venting some gas from her stocky behind as she did as well. I wonder if she’s had another baby by now, Haru thought, picturing herself stomping barefoot through her home bearing quadruplets. It sounds like she really was in love, too... Haru felt warmth between her thighs as she imagined being doted on by a loving husband, having her body luxuriated upon by his attention and touch...
Haru quickly placed two more chocolates on her tongue, shutting her eyes as she chewed them back, practically drinking the sweetness back. I don’t need to work if I don’t want to...I have father’s fortune...she mused. I just need to fill my life with the right person.
