Kiriko and Pharah’s Labor of Love. . .and Science (Part 1/2)

Tags: Overwatch, Pregfat, sex, feeding

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/kiriko-and-labor-127605781

Hey All! Hope you enjoy the first part of this pregfat extravaganza! I will post the second part next month. As always, I enjoy your comments and feedback! Overall, I'd like to be back to posting more spontaneous, short fiction along with these longer comms. My writing plate is a bit filled with commissions at this point, but hoping I can be geared up for a summer of ridiculous content!

--- Chapter 1 ---

 Pharah walked up the long drive towards the institute, wondering if she was doing the right thing. She was dressed conservatively, wearing only jeans and a sky blue jacket. It fluttered in the light breeze. The wind whipping past the jacket reminded her of the countless hours she had spent in the sky. Her entire life was a testament to man’s continued fascination with the wonders of flight. She was an eagle that had lifted off of the dusty dunes of her hometown, almost never looking back. However, that all might be coming to a close. At least, as Pharah drew closer to the imposing building, it would be for a while. Pregnant women had little need for flying or danger.

 “Pharah!” A chipper voice called out behind the Egyptian woman. Surprised that anyone would be meeting her here, she turned. Running up the driveway was a woman with green hair held back by a red headband. Kiriko Kamori was bedecked in red and white, fitting her occupation as a shrine caretaker. She waved her arms ecstatically, greeting Pharah with the friendly energy that she put into everything in her life. “Wow! Fancy meeting you here. I couldn’t imagine another soul wanting to do this!” Kiriko bounced from foot to foot. She looked up towards the building in front of them, her eyes wide at its grand stature and dark coloring. Few things were as impressive as the institute.

“Yeah,” Pharah said as she started to walk. She didn’t want to push Kiriko away, but she had trouble dealing with even normal conversations. One such as this would readily steal her words away. It was hard talking about life changes. . .especially ones that dealt so deeply with a woman’s body. Pharah felt her hand twitch, wanting to reach up to her stomach. Though empty, soon her womb would be filled with a child. She sighed, fear of appearing rude winning out over a desire to dodge conversation. “It seemed like a good time.” Pharah thrust her hands into her pockets, eyes set on the approaching building. She could see nurses and other staff walking around behind panes of glass. She turned back towards Kiriko, feeling nervousness rise up in her. “How about you? Aren’t you a little young?”

“Isn’t that the best time for. . .something like this?” Kiriko, sensing Pharah’s discomfort, avoided saying pregnancy. She put her hands to her stomach all the same. Clearly, she thought differently than the Egyptian woman. “I want to get a good start early! That way I can know if I will have more in the future.” Kiriko hummed, considering the forthcoming months and years in a much different light than her dusky companion. “You know, I heard the MOSA Institute was the best for this sort of thing too.” She nodded sagely, her breasts bobbing as she spoke. “Top specialists. . .and they do it all for free!” Kiriko gave a thumbs up.

“Well, we are putting the future of humanity in their hands.” Pharah huffed, hiding further into her jacket. The institute had always worked closely with the Overwatch program. It had studied and decoded the genes of the exceptional human beings that had been Earth’s guardians for many years. Over time, those studies had expanded and grown into more direct ones. Though controversial in many ways, the breeding program had proven to be one of MOSA’s most popular initiatives. Though candidates could be from anywhere, it was most often that those in the Overwatch program were chosen. Those within the institute wanted to study how genes were passed on and what children inherited from their parentage. It had become something of a rite of passage for women like Pharah and Kiriko.

“Can’t deny that the perks are great too!” Kiriko elbowed Pharah. “Basically a paid vacation for 9 months. A spa trip if nothing else.” She winked.

“With a baby at the end.” Pharah was quick to remind Kiriko of the obvious.

“. . .Wiiith a baby at the end.” Kiriko said, as if finally understanding the gravity of what she and Pharah were undertaking. She put her hands in her pockets. Though she still walked with a confident stride up to the doors of the institute, Kiriko had suddenly become a little less sure of herself. It had all seemed so simple as she had talked to the representative over the phone. She pulled the door open, allowing Pharah to walk in front of her. “After you!” Kiriko’s spirit always returned after simple acts of kindness. Whatever worries she had could always be pushed aside by helping or assisting others.

“Thank you,” Pharah said, stopping in the doorway for a moment. “I. . .hope I didn’t scare you too much.” Pharah gave an uncomfortable bow. “I think this will actually be fun. . .once we get over the weirdness.” Pharah said as she walked into the building. Kiriko gave a silent thumbs up and walked in after her friend. The two were greeted by smiling nurses, each almost tripping over the other to greet their prospective breeders. Pharah was polite, though quiet. Kiriko almost immediately returned to her vocal, cheery self. Both women had their hands shaken, identity verified, and were summarily led through the halls of the MOSA institute. The nurses began to explain what the procedures would be like, though it was doubtful if Kiriko or Pharah were listening super intently. Lurking in the back of their minds was a question of just what the program would entail from them.

--- Chapter 2 ---

 “Have you two thought about how you want to have the procedure done?” The nurse was sweet and friendly. She seemed exactly the kind of woman that would be working in a permanent maternity ward. “We can always do this clinically, but,” She paused, a little blush coming over her face. “We do also offer more. . .naturalistic methods.” The nurse touched her face with a glove, hiding an expression that would have revealed how new to the profession she was. She had yet to master her professional face. She saw and experienced the world in the same uninitiated view that Kiriko and Pharah might. In fact, both Kiriko and Pharah were blushing as hard as the nurse was. Kiriko smiled openly whilst Pharah fought to keep the awkwardness from her lips. “While we cannot offer. . .direct. . .intercourse, we do have machines that can simulate it.” All three women exhaled in unison, the nurse brought the tension back quickly. “I’m told it is very fun and pleasurable.”

Kiriko could not help but splutter a giggle, spraying little flecks of saliva out from her mouth. Pharah nudged her, trying to put some order back into the discussion. She would admit, however, that it was hard to take anything seriously. The institute had thus far seemed like a dream, some sort of fantastical imagining of what a high quality genetics and maternity ward would be like. Exceptionally wealthy, intelligent, and pregnant women waddled the hallways. They were accompanied by at least two nurses each who made sure that the expectant women never wanted for anything. The testing was unobtrusive, almost mixed in with the activities provided. Kiriko had not been wrong when she said that the MOSA institute was like a private spa. After the two weeks Kiriko and Pharah had spent there, they could hardly see the forest of science through the individual trees of relaxation and indulgence. The two were even beginning to have “spa bodies”, as one nurse had put it.

Pharah and Kiriko now sported little potbellies, their lean muscle well covered by budding deposits of fat. The days of enjoying fine food and drink, the last swigs of alcohol they would have for 9 months, had quickly degraded their figures. Muscle seemed to fade hastily in the face of indulgence, fluff building with equal speed. It was hard for either woman to care, given what was really about to happen. If anything, a bit of weight going into the pregnancy might be a good thing. Certainly, by the way they catered to either woman, the nurses of MOSA seemed to think so.

“Well. . .it’s a big decision.” Pharah started conservatively. She had folded her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, toying with the fat that rested just under the fabric. “I know we need more ti-”

“I’d looooooove to do it the fun way!” Kiriko bounced in her seat, almost vibrating out of it. She and the nurse shared a little laugh. Kiriko then turned to Pharah, looking sheepish about her lack of control. “I mean. . .we are here for at least a little bit of fun.” The green haired Japanese woman kicked her legs. Pharah felt the temperature in the room rising. There was a pressure that nipped at her heart or perhaps her lust. “It might make it feel. . .more special too.” Kiriko continued to talk. She moved in her seat, chubby belly bouncing up and down as the owner swayed sensually. “Less like a boring, old science experiment. More like. . .a labor of love!”

“I certainly agree.” Kiriko was surprised to hear Pharah’s voice. After her impassioned speech, she was more expecting support from the nurse. Yet the Egyptian woman was sitting straight in her seat, blush having spread even further. Though she was not cured of her awkwardness around intimacy, her rigid posture spoke volumes there, Pharah looked more alive than Kiriko had seen her. There was a twinkle, however hidden, in her eyes.

“Well I will mark that down!” The nurse scribbled a note out on her pad. “We can have you both in quickly this afternoon. . .that way no one loses their nerve” She winked at Pharah, who groaned.

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Pharah laid back on the medical mattress. The furniture seemed like a combination of actual bed, examination table, and massage table. It seemed a strange place to begin a nine month journey for science, but she was hardly one to argue with professionals. Instead, she simply focused on relaxing. There was calming music playing, a genre that she couldn’t quite grasp. It was sweet and relaxing but with obvious erotic undertones. The scented candles within the room were no different. She was not sure if they were meant to calm her down or stir her libido. She could admit, if only to herself, it was a mixture of both. She lay naked on the table, covered only by a soft blanket. Plump breasts bobbed as she shifted, her butt squishing on the mattress. Her stomach rose, a fat little thing created by only a short stay within MOSA.

“Hey. . .” A soft and sweet voice whispered next to Pharah. She looked to see Kiriko, equally naked. The green haired woman had pulled down her blanket to expose her breasts. Pharah, maybe lacking anything else to focus on, studied them closely. They were not as big as Pharah’s own breasts, but had a delightful playfulness. They were as spunky and perky as their owner, a complement to Kiriko’s disposition. Pharah wondered how they would change during pregnancy. She might have thought of her own body, had she been brave enough. “. . .this is going to be fun.” Kiriko picked up her sentence. “Just have to relax and let what is going to happen, happen!” She smiled and nodded knowingly, though she had no more knowledge than Pharah on these things. The Egyptian pilot was about to respond, but the nurses had finished setting up the machines. It was time for the “fun” which Kiriko was so set on, to begin.

Pharah saw a large, vibrating member being lowered by the nurse. She turned, seeing another coming towards Kiriko. Though no stranger to certain feminine orgasm tools, seeing the device in a medical context sent a shiver through the Egyptian woman that she could not readily understand. Importantly, she did not try to run from the vibrating impregnation machine. She tensed, nervousness peaking as she felt it coming near. Thoughts of pleasure mixed uncomfortably with guesses and predictions for the future. Pharah tugged on the white sheet that had been placed around her for modesty. It lifted up ever so slightly, exposing her gleaming sex to the nurse and the machine. In that moment, just before contact was made, Pharah might have run away. It was then that she heard the long, low moan from Kiriko. Pharah glanced just in time to see the other woman arch her back as she was penetrated.

In the glow of the candles, Kiriko looked like a goddess. Rather than protecting or caring for shrines, she was the being that was honored. The arm of the vibrator moved with more skill than Pharah would have assumed possible for it. Kiriko wiggled, further adding to the lurid nature of what was transpiring. She seemed to have forgotten what was happening in the room. Instead transfixed by the vibrator going in and out of her wet pussy. She sighed and moaned, writhing on the little table. A little embarrassed of the intimacy that she was apart of, Pharah turned back to her own breeding machine. With a sigh, she let the vibrator penetrate her.

She rode on waves of pleasure, her body tightening and releasing at the programming of the machine. It seemed to read her, understanding what would give her the most release. The table under Pharah faded out of existence, leaving only her floating on an ocean of desire and lust. She ached, hardly believing that such feelings could exist. This was beyond scratching a biological urge, it was art played out within her body. The machine did not stop or slow, building to a crescendo timed to Pharah’s body. When her orgasm finally game, she felt the machine release its cargo. She slumped onto the table, cognizant of the world once more. She almost hoped that she wasn’t pregnant, just so she could ride the machine again.

--- Chapter 3 ---

 “Wow. . .they really know their stuff.” Kiriko said, stroking her belly in the mirror. “I didn’t think I would get so big so fast.” She turned sideways, showing off the breadth of her pregnant belly. Kiriko was exactly a month and half pregnant. However, her stomach looked as if she was closer to three months. It was fully round and beginning to push out over her pants. Fat, now coming on in greater quantities as her body adjusted to being gravid, collected on the bottom. Kiriko could not stop moving, toying with her large belly. She hopped up and down in little spasms, making her body shake rhythmically. Her breasts had grown, though were still smaller than Pharah’s. If any part of the green haired Japanese woman was blooming, it was her rear end. It seemed that whatever angle she posed in, she could see its wobbling curves.

 “Do you think we should say something?” Pharah appeared behind Kiriko, taking up whatever space was left in the mirror. Her large chest, straining the blue sports bra she wore, bobbed just below the top of Kiriko’s head. Though they should have been hidden behind Kiriko’s head, their new girth allowed them to spread out around the Japanese woman’s head. Pharah’s own belly was almost hidden from view, though she would hide Kiriko’s if their positions were revered. Kiriko shuffled over to let Pharah get a better look at herself. The tan woman moved as well, trying to share the space as much as their growing bodies would allow. Pregnancy had not stalled or even slowed their weight gain. Rather, cravings had only built upon the foundation that the week of relaxing had built. It was hard to guess exactly, as no scale had been provided, but either woman could have packed on 30 or even 40 pounds in their stay so far.

 “What are they going to do?” Kiriko asked. “It’s not like they could exactly stop this.” She turned, taking slow and careful steps. She wiggled her belly against Pharah’s. “I think we are just going to have to see where things go.” She shivered as the fun of being belly to belly with another pregnant woman became too much. The pair wore matching athletic clothes; a pair of shorts and sports bra. They were scheduled for a yoga session later, one that promised to include extra jiggling.

 Pharah cringed away, embarrassed as if an audience had been watching. As she backed away, she felt her breast slosh in the soft holsters and her butt jiggle. She had never been so aware of the movements of her own body. There was a constant chorus of happy bobbing from her expanded assets. Pharah almost wished she could feel as energetic about them as Kiriko did. For every bit that Pharah was nervous or unsure, Kirkiko seemed twice as excited. She responded, her speech halted as she felt her bosom jump with each word. “I. . .ah. . .suppose you are correct.” She sighed, leaning her butt against a wall. She had hoped that would have calmed her body, but all it did was show how far her butt could squish outwards. Pharah fought to keep from pressing her hands into her tights, instead wrapping them under her breasts. “It’s just so. . .odd.”

 “Just give it a little bit!” Kiriko bounced forward, unwilling to let Pharah escape from the conversation or their bellies touching. Pharha was quick to see just how much Kiriko’s butt moved. It had grown thick and juicy, a mommy-butt of the highest caliber. Hormones had begun to pump into both women uncontrollably, altering their looks and even their personalities. Pharah, as grounded as she tried to be, had even noticed certain tendencies cropping up. “I bet you will learn to love this!” Kiriko’s belly once again made soft, sweet contact with Pharah’s. Trapped in more ways than one, Pharah allowed the pale mass to probe her tan one. She and Kiriko continued talking, prepping for the activities later, but it was doubtful either was entirely listening.

--- Chapter 4 ---

 Pharah looked down at the tray of sweets that Kiriko had brought back with her. The tray looked tiny as it held slices of cake, bowls of ice cream, and heaving servings of pie. The food only seemed to magnify as it was set down and slid across the little table to the gravid Egyptian woman. Pharah recoiled, though only so much as it caused her voluminous stomach and breasts to jiggle. As the unwanted bouncing of her body came into focus once more, Pharah returned to sitting with rigid posture. She would not cause any more jiggles or bounces or undulations. Likewise, she would not be eating any of the sweets.

 “Kiriko. . .Thank you. . .but I can’t.” Pharah pushed the tray more towards her friend and pregnancy partner. The green haired woman looked confused at the movement.

 “They weren’t for you anyway.” She giggled a little to dispel the awkwardness. It was the first time that Pharah had ever seen the other woman look even mildly ashamed. “These were actually. . . all. . .for. . .me.” Kiriko drug the sentence out, whether because she felt ashamed for eating so much food or because she had to now take the tray fully from Pharah. Her bites came quickly after, digging into the moist cake slices. “Mmmgghph. . .schoorrry. . .you know. . .mmgghph. . . how cravings get!” With one hand she rubbed her belly, showing just how much mass she had put on.

 “But. . .” Pharah knew she was on feeble ground as she started to speak. “What about your figure?’ She was potentially alienating her only friend in the institute, as well as the only woman who was growing at a similar speed to herself. Pharah’s hands clasped around her stomach, feeling just how large she was becoming. Her belly shoved outward, now fully resting on her lap. Now 3 months into her pregnancy, she seemed more like five or six. This was to say nothing of the fat which had continued to assault her figure. The chair underneath Pharah was struggling to hold her meaty buttocks. They flared out, squashed over the lip of the cafeteria chair.

 “I know. . .mmghph. . .itsscch bad. . .but. . .” Kiriko ate with abandon, building up strength with each bite. The deliciousness and rush of sugar gave her power, fading the earlier conversation difficulty away. Her own butt billowed out further than Pharah’s, chunky and leading to thighs that had long since squished together. “. . .well. . .” She gulped the mouthful down before replying. “Only pregnant once!” She thrust her spoon in the air and continued eating.

 Pharah had little to say after that. She smiled and made a small comment of agreement, allowing Kiriko to continue her feast. A bowl of ice cream disappeared in short order, sucked and slurped into Kiriko’s waiting mouth. She did not pause, instead drizzling what was next onto a waiting slice of pie. The white cream trickled over the humps created by the blueberry filling. Kiriko leaned into the next forkful, so excited that she could not wait for it to arrive at her mouth. The meal continued with Kiriko making happy noises and Pharah waiting patiently for her friend to reach her proper fullness. Yet, the waiting soon grew tiresome.

 Pharah tapped her foot, feeling her now hefty chest bouncing up and down. She had been too nervous to ask the nurses if she would be producing milk, yet there seemed to be no other explanation for their size. Her arms folded under the fleshy milk jugs, they swelled all the more with support. Though the warmth between her breast and belly was comfortable, Pharah shifted her posture quickly as she did not want to appear impatient. She would give Kiriko the time she needed for her feast. Which, judging by how ferociously she was eating, would take some time. Kiriko seemed close to scooping the slice of cake she was working on into her mouth in one fell bite. Kiriko’s mouth was dotted with blue and white stains from her meal. Pharah shifted again, not wanting to stare. Finally, she stood up.

 Pharah walked away from the table, needing something to occupy her. The cafeteria was filled with pregnant women and their nurses. Pharah moved through them, having to swing her belly from side to side. The amount of weight that she had packed on was never so obvious as when she had to make small and precise movements. There seemed to be a lag between Pharah twisting her trunk and the rest of her body following through. Her belly bobbed through the sitting women, her breasts hugging the sides of it. She approached the lunchline, finding it short. Save for women like Kiriko whose cravings spurred them towards more and more food, the ladies had all gotten their meals and were enjoying it. Pharah intended only to get some water, needing something to keep her hands busy as she waited for Kiriko to finish her feast. Yet, the arrayed snacks were enticing.

 Pharah was soon walking back to her table, carrying a plate of sweets. It was decidedly less than what Kiriko had grabbed, but far more than what Pharah should have gotten. As forcefully buried as her cravings and hormonal impulses were, they were not totally without power. Pharah had grabbed a drink, but felt that her other hand was slightly too empty. She had filled it with a plate. . .and then filled that plate with a couple slices of cake. She swore that she would work them off, signing up for extra yoga classes. The promises were made even more heartily as she stared at Kiriko’s large rump, which was thrusting up and down as she reached for more food. The soft, barely contained cheeks sloshed back and forth behind thin pajama pants. Pharah shivered, knowing just how tight a rope the two of them walked.

--- Chapter 5 ---

 “I swear these hallways get longer everyday.” Pharah said to Kiriko with a frown. The pair walked down the hallway together as they headed back from breakfast. Phara let her stomach lead the way, with Kiriko doing much the same. The pair had little choice with how big they had become. They approached the end of their first trimester with bellies more developed than women twice as far along. The fine, satin pajamas that the institute gave them were in a constant state of riding up or being pushed down, depending on if a person was inspecting the shirt or pants. Kiriko herself always seemed to have the crest of her buttcheeks showing. Pharah couldn’t decide if that was intentional or accidental.

“Ooooh. . .mmgghph. . .I know!” Kiriko munched on a breakfast wrap. Fat hunks of fried chicken were cushioned by fluffy eggs and rivers of melted cheese. What the wrap lacked in nutrition, it made up for with taste. “But a. . .mmmghph. . .walk after breakfasccht. . .mmghph. . .isn’t bad!” Kiriko spoke as she scarfed down the food.

Pharah looked over, her stomach still aching. The cravings she had been so earnestly denying were fighting back with everything they had. Obsessed with fighting the rising tide of fat upon her body, the former pilot had been counting calories. Seemingly, it had been a miserable failure so far. She was hungry, ravenously so, and had lost no weight. Worse, she had gained it.

“I could probably stand to go for a couple more walks.” Pharah tried to silence a stomach growl by tugging down her blue satin nightshirt over her belly. She winced as buttons and seams ripped. In the wake of her waddling steps she left behind a graveyard of fabric. The buttons watched as their hefty mistress waddled away. Pharah would ignore the lost children of her outfit. To recognize them now would be to admit how much weight she had been gaining. 230 was a number that Pharah had never imagined she could possibly reach. She hadn’t even believed it when she had stepped off the scale the day prior at her first trimester weigh in. In the span of three months (plus the extra days before her insemination) she had gained 70 pounds, a mind boggling amount.

“Don’t torture. . mmmggphp. . .yourself!” Kiriko was quick to intrude to help save her friend. She waved the half-eaten burrito like a scepter, sauce and grease dribbling down from it to splatter onto Kiriko’s naked stomach. She had long burst her nightshirt open and was enjoying the cool breeze upon it. Kiriko was only a couple pounds lighter than Pharah, but the difference in stature made her look just a bit heavier. Her butt wobbled with such force and fury that seams popped every couple steps. “You need. . .mmmgghph. . .the energy!” Kiriko took a final bite of the burrito and tried to foist it onto her pregnancy partner.

 “I shouldn’t. . .especially with the check up coming soon!” Pharah tried to move away, but her body was too heavy and slow. It was hard to be agile when carrying enough babies to fill a small car. Kiriko only had to keep leaning over, her belly and lovehandles never breaking contact with Pharah’s. The cheesy burrito came ever closer to Pharah’s face. She tried to ignore it, instead glancing at the little food smears dotting either side of Kiriko’s face. Her round visage was growing ever chubbier as she gained weight, making her look at the cuter and more huggable. Pharah could see the enjoyment that obeying cravings was giving to Kiriko. She was loath to stand in the way of it.

 “Fine. . .but no more.” Pharah allowed Kiriko to feed her, eating down the other half of the burrito. Another button burst by the end of the small feeding session, with it left behind as the girls continued walking.

 “Thank you.” Kiriko leaned forward to kiss Pharah’s cheek, overcome by just a little bit of pregnancy hormones. “And I promise. . .” Kiriko said, her hand crossed behind her back. “. . .no more!” Her crossed fingers tightened. It was clear that Pharah needed more than just a little help enjoying her pregnancy.

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 “Ooooh. . .what a day!” Kiriko yawned as she waddled into the shared room with Pharah. Though one hand held a bowl of ice cream and the other a bag of chips, Kiriko’s yawn was bombastic and exaggerated. She stretched as much as she could, straining her arms until her oversized hoodie rose over her stomach. The fat collecting under Kiriko’s baby bump waved a greeting to Pharah, who turned away from the sight of exposed flesh. She was trying to ignore any reminder of the weight the two were putting on. Meanwhile, Kiriko was trying to expose her to it even more.

 “I’m so ready for some movies!” Kirko dropped her arms as she reached the bed. Her arms thudded into soft pads of fat. Pharah could almost hear the Japanese woman’s butt and thighs slapping as he crossed the room towards her. There was little doubt that Kiriko was passing into the upper 200’s, with Pharah in lock step with her. When Kiriko arrived at the bed, her large belly hung down onto the raised mattress. “Would you mind holding these? Kiriko stretched as best she could towards Pharah, trying to hand off her snacks. As she did, her butt clapped together with even more force. From tight little puddles, to ever growing lakes of fat Kiriko’s butt continued to expand as the pregnancy went on.

From her blanket-fort, Pharah looked over at Kiriko. She had tucked her covers almost up to her chin, trying to hide all evidence of her fatness. Though for all she tried to hide, the coverings did little good. There was the large swell of her belly, protruding up like a mountain. Her breasts acted as little foothills surrounding the uppermost region of her stomach. The blankets hid only the finer details of Pharah’s fat. Those details were soon made noticeable as she reached out her hands for the snacks that Kiriko had brought with her. The foremost detail being the way her arms wobbled. The sacks of fat on each bicep were more than healthy and well molded. They swung back and forth, matching Kiriko’s own. The jiggling was brought to an abrupt end as Pharah took the snacks and snapped back to her original resting position.

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“Thank you!” Kiriko beamed, starting to make her way into the bed. As she put her first knee on the bed, she felt her butt wobble. One thick, juicy cheek bounced up before landing in a shower of undulations which spread across her smooth landscape. The green haired woman bit her lip, trying to hide how much she enjoyed the feeling from Pharah. The time for wild abandon would come, hopefully sweeping the Egyptian up with it. However, for the moment at least, Kiriko had to only show a normal amount of enjoyment. Her other knee lifted, causing a swarm of movement across her bountiful cheeks. The thin pajamas that Kiriko wore seemed only to enhance the movement of her ass, rather than restrain it. She crawled and scooted across the bed, trying to keep her expressions in check. All the same, when she rested next to Pharah, her face was glowing.

“Ok! I’m settled in.” Kiriko wiggled her bloated body, her large pregnancy belly bumping softly into Pharah’s. Without waiting, she made a move for the ice cream bowl. The chips could wait in Pharah’s chubby hands. Kiriko encountered no resistance as she clasped her hand around the bowl. Pharah was so willing to rid of at least one of her temptations that she did not mind being held with the other. Kiriko playfully looked into the bowl, a series of chins forming as she looked down on the sweets. “Well. . .looks like it’s all there!”

Pharah snorted. “As if I would steal any.” Her hand still clutched around the bag of chips.

“You never know when the cravings are going to strike.” In lieu of using her arms for dramatic effect, Kirko bobbed her head close to Pharah. She felt the delicious jiggles of her body underneath the covers.

“No worries here. I’m trying to keep things together for the next check up.” Pharah sighed, leaning back on her pillows. “I know it’s going to be bad.” She groaned. “I almost want to cancel it.”

“Mmmmgpghp. . .why’scch that?” Kiriko asked, starting to slurp down the ice cream. It had started to melt, reaching a gooey prediction that matched Kirio’s own body consistency. A large hump in the middle which slide into soft and almost liquid forms the lower it went.

“I just. . .I’m going to be huge.” Pharah clutched the chip bag. “I know I’m pregnant. . .but there’s no way this is healthy.” Her innermost thoughts slipped out as the movie continued to play on the screen. “I’m afraid of what the nurse is going to say.” She finally admitted.

Kiriko took a long and thoughtful slurp of her ice cream. It was rather obvious that Pharah’s hangups went far deeper than she thought. Her breasts bobbled, bouncing as she chugged down the melted ice cream. When she finally put the bowl down, her lips were covered with a moustache of cream. Kiriko saved it, letting herself look humorous for a moment. “You’re doing everything you can, Pharah.” She put an arm around the other woman, hugging her tightly. Their fat forms collided, nearly 600 pounds of fat between the expectant mothers. Kiriko released the other woman, though she did not release her consideration of the issues. If Pharah was worried about judgement, however imaginary that worry might be, maybe a guest doctor could help? Kiriko puzzled over the idea as she and Pharah returned to watching the movie.

Kiriko eventually took the chips from Pharah, but both women took handfuls from the bag as they enjoyed the film. As they watched, Kiriko puzzled over who to bring in to help Pharah.

--- Chapter 6 ---

 Pharah and Kiriko stood in the waiting room, looking at the scale on the other end of the room. Even Kiriko, who had not been worried about her weight before, was now feeling the pressure. The chairs upon which the two rested seemed far too small to house their growing bodies. Their large rumps bumped and wrestled over the bit of free space between the furniture. Kiriko’s butt was handly the winner, having grown massive as her cravings escalated. Pharah was hardly smaller, only shaped slightly differently. Whilst Kiriko’s butt one the battle of the seats, Pharah’s melon breasts proved superior above. Their stomachs were the only things evenly match, now so big that they were precious inches from reaching their knees whilst sitting down. It seemed that the rate at which the blimped up was only increasing.

“Oh god, I’m a cow. . .” Pharah tried to fiddle with her medical gown, as if adjusting the thin fabric would make her any smaller. As she tugged the flimsy half-dress, she found Kiriko’s hand.

“You’re. . .we’re fine.” Kiriko squeezed Pharah’s hand, doing her best to reassure both of them. The women briefly struggled to find a comfortable way to hold hands and sit in their chairs. The constant shove and jiggle of their bodies made it difficult to rest easily, made all the more difficult with the two trying to embrace. “I actually have a surprise for you. . .” Kiriko said, squeezing Pharah’s plump hand. The desire to keep her secret was outweighed by her need to see Pharah at ease.

“A surprise?” Pharah almost pulled away, but the feeling of Kiriko’s hand kept her still. There was comfort in the doughy warmth. “What have you been up to?” She wasn’t sure how she sounded, hoping that her voice held the appropriate amount of inquisitiveness.

“Well. . .let’s just say that there will be a guest examiner today!” Kiriko smiled. “I thought you could use a familiar face, someone who knows your body better than anyone at MOSA might.”

“You didn’t ask my mom. . .did you?” Pharah dreaded the answer, coming up short on who might be a trusted enough medical examiner.

“No!” Kiriko knocked her shoulder against Pharah. “That was a weird direction to go with that, by the way.”

“Ok! But!” Pharah tipped her head back and groaned. “I don’t exactly have a deep well of physicians.”

“But you do know the best!” The voice that spoke was new yet familiar. Pharah and Kiriko turned quickly to find a blonde woman entering through the little door into the examination room. Her skin was so pale that it almost glowed, her flaxen hair tickled her ears and neck, and her eyes were luminously blue. Mercy, Angela Zeigler, had come to perform the examinations upon Pharah and Kiriko. However, she had come with her own surprise.

“Mercy?” Pharah asked in surprise.

“And pregnant!” Kiriko followed up, receiving a shock of her own. Through all the times they talked in the days leading up to the examination surprise, Mercy had never mentioned that she was as gravid as they were. Her belly swelled under the white lab coat and woolen sweater. Its girth was unmistakable. Had Pharah and Kiriko’s bellies not been covered by large amounts of fat, they would have looked similar.

“Well. . .I couldn’t just surprise Pharah.” Mercy winked as she waddled into the room fully. Though far skinnier than her medial charges, she seemed less equipped to handle her fertile load. She rested her hand on her large belly, the other one pinching Kiriko’s chin. “You two didn’t think you were the only experiments. . .did you?” Mercy said as she started to pull the Japanese woman up for her exam.

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 “Hmmm. . .” Mercy hummed as she waddled her way between the two women. She tapped out notes on a computer tablet. Her belly bobbed the bigger ones to either side, resting like a dolphin between two whales. The exam was finished with a weigh-in. Mercy had saved it for last, hoping that she could ease Pharah into the other tests first and more easily. It was not hard to see why the Egyptian woman was worried, she and Kiriko both had exploded in weight over a short period of time. They had changed in ways that Mercy was sure they had not even noticed yet. Both women stood with their bellies jutting out, needing to compensate for their weight. Pharah especially, since she was lugging around melon breasts. Kiriko, Mercy had noted, waddled with her feet splayed apart in order to handle her thicker lower half. Mercy finished taking her notes, charting down that both women were roughly 20 pounds over the dreaded 300. Afterward, she returned to stroking her belly.

 “Hmmm?” Pharah, concern growing, spat back Mercy’s own hum as a question.

 “Oh! Sorry, mommy-brain. You two may step down now.” Mercy stepped back herself, watching her larger friends move. They were slow, especially considering their athletic abilities before the pregnancy and weight gain. The pair turned like ships, each minding the bulk of the other. Mercy was quick to notice that both women were taking shy glances at each other, followed by looking at their own bodies.

 “Well?” Pharah asked.

 “You know stress isn’t good for a pregnant woman.” Mercy put her clipboard down and put hands to either side of Pharah’s belly. She rubbed it in a way that she had discovered was very pleasing on her own stomach. Pharah melted as her fat was brought up and down, tension slipping from her. She seemed to grow even fatter as the stress fled from her slumped shoulders. Mercy continued to massage as she gave her report, Kiriko paying more attention to what the doctor’s hands were doing. “You’re both fine! MOSA has been very kind to you and your bodies.”

“But. . .the weight gain?” Pharah asked, even through the increasing pleasure of Mercy’s massage. Her fat lifted and dropped, wiggling between Mercy’s thin fingers.

“At this point, I think it should stabilize.” Mercy dropped Pharah’s fat and attended to Kiriko, making sure to show the same love and attention. “I think it is because of the artificial insemination. They use synthetic sperm here, which yields higher fertility. . .but often some side effects. But, it should not be a concern!” Mercy put her hands to either woman’s stomach. “You two are perfectly healthy. I promise!” She nodded at them emphatically.

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Left with no further questions or even the shadow of a doubt, Pharah waddled herself out of the exam room. Kiriko followed behind. The Japanese woman expected to go back to their room, but Pharah stopped almost immediately. With careful strides, she turned around and docked her large belly next to Kiriko’s. “Thank you.” Pharah said, her eyes linking with her pregnancy partner’s. “. . .having Mercy here meant a lot. There aren’t many women besides her that I would trust.” Pharah put a hand to Kiriko’s belly and pulled herself closer. “Likewise, there aren’t many women I would do this with. . .” Before Kiriko could say a word, Pharah kissed her.

The two women played with each other’s bodies in a tender but inquisitive fashion. Their hands searched through pockets of fat, sneaking in and out of the bountiful fat which had collected on their bodies as their pregnancies had progressed. Their stomachs bopped playful into each other, a happy accident of their unwieldy size rather than an intentional decision. Kiriko melted as Pharah’s hands found her supple, large buttcheeks. It was heavenly being held by the taller woman. The green haired shrine guardian could feel the tension and stress melting away from Pharah, leaving only freed passion. Kiriko moved as close as she was able, huddling her rotund form against Pharah’s. She was almost sad when the kissing was finished.

“What was that?” Kiriko dropped her arms and hands to search for Pharah’s. She let them interlock with gentle grace. “Not that I’m complaining!”

Pharah discomfort returned, but to a lighter degree than any time previous. “Well, call it a thank you.” She tried to look away but was drawn back to Kiriko’s deep eyes. “You’ve been so fun and supportive so far. I just. . .I wanted to do something to make this special for you too.” She grinned a little.

“It was special even before that.” Kiriko stood on her toes in order to reach past Pharah’s belly and breasts. She gave a light peck, squishing her face into Pharah’s chubby cheek. “But I definitely want more. . .much. . .much more!” She winked before starting to waddle away. Kiriko made sure her butt was swinging plenty as she made her slow way down the hall. Pharah followed after, trying quickly to think of ways to impress her new girlfriend.