Harley's breath quickened. The cool tile pressed against her hot back. Her shirt was discarded on the counter, her bra, pushed up over her b-cup breasts. Her skirt was still on but I w bunched around her waist and her panties had been slipped aside. The man her legs were wrapped around kept pumping his hips. Their sex was as hard and fast as the music in the club outside the bathroom.

The man stiffened, pushing her hard into the wall. She felt his cock pulse within her and let the crest she had been riding crash. Her legs tightened against his lats as her hips pushed back against his. They came together.

"Oh wow, you sure can fuck." said the man after they had both finished and he had slipped himself out of her.

Faster than Harley had thought possible he'd slipped off the used condom and tossed it in the garbage. "You were damn fine too." she said as he quickly pulled up his pants and she re-seated her breasts in their cups.

"Maybe we'll hook up again," the man said and flashed her a grin.

"Keep coming here and you'll find me eventually," Harley said as she pulled her too small shirt over her head. By the time her head had made it through the neck and she could see again, the man was gone. That's when Harley felt a trickle on her inner thigh. She grabbed a piece of toilet paper and quickly wiped at it. It came away drenched with a white fluid.

"Oh, shit," Harley swore. She looked in the garbage and saw the condom they had used sitting on top, the end clearly blown out of it. "Motherfucker!" she swore again. She rushed out the door of the bathroom to look for the guy but he had disappeared into the crowd.

Matt came home late in the morning. Harley was still awake. After the incident in the bathroom, she hadn't felt like staying at the club anymore. "Hey babe, when did you leave? What's your score? Afraid I would crush you again?"

"One," Harley replied.

"Only one?" Mat asked. He threw himself onto the couch beside her. He had a light dusting of sparkles on his face and in his hair. "Are you losing your touch? I scored a solid five tonight."

"I wouldn't say I've lost my touch." Harley replied. "I'd say my touch has gotten much better." she turned on the couch to face Matt more. "The condom burst Matt."

Matt turned serious in a heartbeat. "What do you mean burst?"

Harley put a hand on Matt's knee. "I mean a total blow out. Not a small hole. I mean the end was totally gone." She bit her lip. "What should we do Matt?"

Matt was silent for a bit, contemplating things. He looked away for a little bit while Harley waited. Eventually he asked, "Should we get rid of it?"

"Can we get rid of it?" Harley asked. "We don't even know if there is an it to get rid of yet. And if there is an it can we revoke a life?"

"I don't know if I can bring my self to make that decision," Matt said. "It's pretty heavy." Harley nodded. They were silent for a bit again.

"We're stable financially," Matt ventured. Harley nodded. Matt put his hand over Harley's and looked at her. "Do you want it gone? I'll go with whatever you want."

"I can't kill it Matt." Harley said shaking her head. "If it happens it happens, but I'm not going to to take steps to end a life." Harley looked down at her lap.

Matt nodded. "Alright, we'll get you tested at the clinic tomorrow and have a definitive answer." Tears started to drip from Harleys face. With his free hand Matt lifted her chin. "Hey, it's alright. We're alright. We will be alright."

"I don't know if I'm ready for this responsibility yet Matt." Harley said.

"I don't know if I am either, but if it did take, we'll get responsible together." Matt comforted her. "Besides, there's a couple of upsides." He looked down to Harley's chest. "Your boob are gonna get huge."

Harley couldn't help but laugh. "I guess you don't need to use a rubber with me any more either mister."

"Jesus Christ," Harley cursed. "Matt! I need a new bra again!"

"Holy crap woman." Matt called back from the kitchen. "How many is that now?"

Haley opened the the door to the bedroom. Standing in the door frame, looking across the living room to the kitchen where Matt was making breakfast, Harley replied, "Four cup sizes Matt. I've grown four cup sizes since this whole thing started."

She came out of the bedroom in just her pajama pants that were stretched around her absurdly gravid for five months belly and waddled over to the table. "Did we make a mistake Matt?" she asked when she got there, leaning on the back of a chair.

Matt shook his head. "No regrets here," he said cheerfully and started plating the food. "Look at you, you are a beautiful creature. More beautiful with each passing day."

Harley snorted as she eased herself down into the chair. "What type of creature, a beached cow whale? My breasts are massive. I'm not even in my third trimester, and look at me. That's when the real growth starts. I already feel ten months pregnant. You're going to need a dolly or something to move me around." Matt put a plate down in front of her at the table. It was three times the size of his plate with portions to match. Haley smelled the meal. "That smells delicious Matt."

"I just hope it tastes delicious." Matt said, using the same joke he normally did whenever someone complemented the aroma of his cooking. "Eat up Harley."

Harley looked down at the large plate and sighed. Her meal was huge compared to his. Half a dozen scrambled eggs, four slices of toast, most of a pound of bacon, and a fruit bowl with yogurt on the side. It was depressing that she'd be able to finish it without difficulty, but she needed it to keep going during the morning. Carrying a baby took a lot of energy, and with her size she was carrying at least twins. Harley did noticed the empty glass in front of her, and the one in his hand. "Did you forget anything Matt?" she asked.

"Nope." Matt replied, looking at his empty glass. "I figured we'd just drink some milk with breakfast."

"You left it in the fridge," Harley said.

"Who said anything about cold milk?" Matt asked.

Harley quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh really? Kinky breakfast? My milk hasn't even come in yet."

"The sheets say different my love," Matt replied, "and you're leaking."

"Shit." Harley swore, suddenly conscious of twin streams of milk running down either side of her belly. She swiped her glass off the table, snatched Matt's glass from his hands, and held one just below each of her ruddy nipples. "Goddammit."

"Let me help," Mat offered sliding in behind her. He reached around her to massage her left breast, working the pressure down to the tip. Harley took her lower lip between her teeth as under his ministrations milk streamed out her teat.

Harley moaned, "Mmmm, that feels good Matt."

"I bet it tastes good too," Matt replied.

Milk started dribbling out Harleys other breast faster as Matt milked her. Matt massaged and milked until Harley's breast was dry. Harley could feel things getting moist between her thighs when he switched breasts. She put down the glass and her now free hand started stroking her belly. Five months and already this big. She was eager to find out how many babies were inside her.

After twenty minutes during which their breakfast got cold, not only did they manage to fill two glasses of milk, but also relieved a lot of pressure in Harley's chest, and got her all hot and bothered. Harley put the second glass down, pushed her plate out of the way and stood up. "Babe, what about breakfast?" Matt asked.

"Fuck breakfast," Harley said. She turned and pushed her pajama pants down under her belly and under the curve of her butt. Her eyes smoldered as she looked arrestingly into his. "Fuck me instead." She perched her bum on the edge of the table and leaned back. "Matt I want you inside me right now," she ordered. "Our appointment is a noon. That's three hours away, you have a half hour to put as many more babies up in me as you can."

Matt quickly shucked his pants and put Harley's feet up over his shoulders. Her belly rose almost as high his pecs. Her breasts, now empty, sagged to either side. His cock was hard as steel, pointing right at her moist centre. "Private Matt's privates reporting for duty Mam." Matt said. When that last word came out Matt thrust into Harley.

"Oh!" Harley squeaked. Mat thrust into her again. His hands rested on her belly, roaming over it. "Oh, Matt, this is amazing." Harley groaned.

"You're goddamn right it is," Matt replied, grasping at her breasts. "Your cunt is so tight with a baby up in you."

"Oh, yes," Harley gasped, "Harder Matt. Ohhh, harder!"

Neither of them noticed the crash as their plates fell off the shaking table. Matt pistoned his penis into her waiting snatch so hard and fast that there was a delay in translation of motion to her less solid parts. Her breasts and belly wobbled but remained stationary for the most part, instead Harley was moving underneath them.

In short order Matt grunted and leaned into Harley. Her legs tightened around his neck and head. Her vagina squeezed, milking his cock of all the baby batter it could wring out of his balls. Matt shuddered and collapsed on Harley's belly as her legs fell to the sides. Harley was breathing deep, her chest heaving. Matt lifted his head and rested his chin on her belly. "If it were possible, I figure I added at least three babies with that load."

Harley gave a laugh. "It felt like at least five." She breathed a few times more. "Alright, get off me. My hips are hurting." Matt lifted himself off her belly, pulling his shrinking sex out of hers.

"Alright," Harley said, she held out both her hands. "Help me up. I need a shower before our appointment."

"You're getting a bit fat. Do it yourself. It looks like you need the exercise." Mat said jokingly.

Harley kicked at him which he easily dodged. "Watch it mister, or I won't invite you in to help wash me."

"Well who can resist an offer like that?" Matt replied and took her hands. "Alright, on three. One... Two... Three." On three Matt pulled and Harley sat up.

Harleys took another break after sitting up. Her belly hung over the edge of the table and her empty breasts rested on it. "Holy crap. That was intense," she remarked.

Matt nodded. He looked down at the broken plates and scattered food. "Too bad about breakfast though."

Harley pouted. "And. I'm really hungry now."

"Well, at least there's still milk to drink." Matt said, picking up the two glasses that surprisingly had stayed upright.

Harley took a glass from him and looked at it. "All this came from me," she declared. "That's actually a lot of milk."

"And it tasted great too." Matt said, putting his empty glass down on the table. "Let's get into the... what?" he asked as Harley snickered.

"You have a milk mustache," Harley replied. She took a delicate sip from her glass as Matt wiped his face. "Mmmm a fine vintage if I do say so," she said.

"Alright, drink your milk, then to the shower with you," Matt prodded. "I'll clean up this mess before joining you. We've gotta wash you up for the doctor, and we'll need to stop for breakfast somewhere on the way."

The ultrasound technician gasped when the image resolved itself. "What are we looking at here?" Matt asked. He couldn't make heads or tails of the image on the screen. "It looks like more than one baby."

"Yeah, there's clearly one head here and another here," Harley said, pointing. "It looks like twins to me."

"I'll be right back." said the ultrasound tech. She put the wand down and quickly left the room.

Matt and Harley were left looking at the last image from the ultrasound. "She certainly left in a hurry," Matt observed after a couple of minutes. "Are things not supposed to look like that?"

"Matt, I don't have a good feeling about this." Harley said. "Did you see the look on her face?"

Matt nodded. "But she didn't say anything was wrong. I mean, they tell you, right?"

Further speculation was cut off by the nurse returning with a doctor. "Doctor, is anything wrong?" Harley asked as the doctor looked at the image.

"Hmm... no," the doctor replied as he picked up the wand. "Not wrong, just strange." He placed the want on Harleys belly and moved it around. The black and white image shifted as the wand moved. "Hmm..." the docter said, lifting the wand off Harleys belly again.

"Is that another head?" Matt asked. "How many babies are in there?"

"That's the strange part," the doctor said. "There are two babies at about twenty weeks development, another two at eighteen weeks, and four at what looks to be fifteen weeks. There might be more, but it's hard to tell."

"What!?" Harley asked. "What do you mean?"

"It looks to me like you got impregnated multiple times on a couple of occasions," the doctor explained.

"Is that even possible?" Matt asked.

The doctor shrugged. "I didn't think so, but this," he pointed to the image on the screen, "tells me different. You, Harley, are living proof that it is possible. Congratulations. You two will be parents at least eight times over."

"At least?" Harley asked.

"Yes, well, below fifteen weeks it's almost impossible to differentiate between fetuses," the Doctor said. "We can requisition a 3D high resolution ultrasound and that might give us a better idea of what we're looking at here. Would you be interested in that?"

"Yes." Harley said with no hesitation.

"Well, it looks to me like you have at least thirty-two babies in there." the doctor said.

"Excuse me? Thirty-two?" Harley asked.

"At least," the doctor nodded. "There were some masses we couldn't image very well here and here." The doctor highlighted two areas on the model. "The technology is still relatively new. But based on the number of older fetuses and the seeming pattern of growth in numbers and timing... two more periods, double the output each time, thirty-two, sixty-four... I'd hazard a guess that you may have another ninety-six fetuses in those two masses. So one hundred twenty-nine kids over all."

Matt and Harley both paled.

"One hundred" began Harley.

"Twenty-nine" finished Matt.

"That's only if the pattern holds," the doctor reminded them. "It's also worth noting that there are resources out there that can help with the extra children if need be."

"If need be?" Matt asked. He stood up. The ridiculousness of the situation was overwhelming. "Holy shit. Understatement of the century, doc. One hundred and twenty-nine kids? Are you serious? You're fucking with us, right? You can't be serious."

Harley was looking down at her belly, teeming with life apparently. She rested both her hands on it. She didn't believe it. She shook her head. "No, he's wrong. It's not that many. It can't be that many."

"Like I said," the doctor reiterated, "we can't be certain. I say come back in a week or two. We may get more definitive results as they grow."

Harley sat on the couch cradling her belly. "What are we going to do Matt?" she asked. "One hundred and twenty nine babies is too much. There's no way we can handle that."

Matt was had his elbows on his knees and his palms pressed against his forehead. "I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "We should have done something about this at the time. It's too late now."

"We can't change the past," Harley said, "Besides, one hundred and twenty-seven of them are from you."

Matt dropped his arms and looked at her. "Yeah, how exactly is that possible miss super uterus?"

Harley shook her head. "It makes as much sense to me as it does to you. We need to look into those services the doctor mentioned."

"Who would take in that many children?" Matt asked.

"I know" Harley commiserated, "who would want a little you?"

Matt couldn't help but grin a bit at the insult. "I know, imagine one hundred and twenty-seven of me running around. When they hit the clubs nobody's daughter would be safe."

"Well I certainly wasn't," Harley replied, then she paused. She looked at Matt. "I don't want to give them up."

Matt shook his head. "Me neither, but we're only two people in an apartment. We can't look after that many kids."

Harley hung her head. "I know." She paused, then lifted her head. "Hang on, Matt, do you remember my aunt Deborah?"

"The one who's crazy?" Matt asked.

"Yeah," Harley replied. "What's she crazy about?"

Matt perked up. "Children. She's crazy about kids."

"Yes, she couldn't have any herself," Harley continued; "and she has that ranch out in Montanna. Plenty of room there, and plenty of money for the necessities."

"You should call her," Matt said. "We can move. I can do my job from anywhere."

"Yes aunt Deborah," Harley said into her cell phone. "Yes, I know. I love you too." She nodded. "Matt also. Yes, I'll let him know. Fine. I'll call you soon. Love you too Auntie." Harley took the phone away from her face and hit the end call button.

"What did she think of the idea?" Matt asked.

Harley answered a bit uneasily. "She was thrilled at the idea."

"What's the but?" asked Matt.

"She wants more kids Matt." Harley said. "She said she'd cover all the expenses or raising them, but she wants more."

"More?" Matt asked. "Christ, how many does she want?"

"She is crazy about children Matt." Harley replied.

"Certifiably so." Matt agreed.

Harley punched him in the arm. "Hey, be nice. She is offering us far more than we could ever ask for, all she wants is a little bit more."

"Are you saying you're actually interested in her proposal?" Matt asked.

"I'm thinking about it," Harley said, "and I'm thinking our future."

"What about our future?" Matt asked.

"I'm wondering if you'll be able to take eight months of abstinence until I can safely get my tubes tied," Harley replied, leaning forwards on the couch. "My last experience with condoms didn't go so well," she pulled one arm into her shirt, "and after these months without," she pulled her other arm into her shirt, "I don't want to ever go back to using them." Harley ducked her head and lifted her arms. The hem of her shirt got caught on the underside of her breasts and lifted them up off her belly into her face. Harley paused, things didn't go off as planned. She twisted her shoulders trying to free her boobs with little success.

Matt watched with a bemused smile. "Were you trying to tempt me into having sex with you to knock you up for a seventh time because you want to go live with your aunt?" he asked.

Harley stopped struggling. "Maybe." was her muffled reply.

"Well," Matt stuck a finger under the hem of Harley's shirt, "mission accomplished. I don't think my dick has ever been harder." he said and pulled the hem of her shirt up.

Harley's bra encased breasts fell to her belly with a slap. After milking and the shower Harley had managed to squeeze into her largest bra, but after a few hours of milk production the garment was sorely inadequate. She had cleavage above and below the cups, and her breasts bulged around the sides as well.

"That can't be comfortable," Matt observed.

Harley pouted. "It isn't." She twisted her shoulders back and forth, making her tightly restrained flesh wobble. "Maybe you can help me take it off?"

"I most definitely can." Matt replied. He stuck two fingers into her underclevage and pulled up on the surprisingly strong material. There was little movement at first but Matt kept pulling harder. Again her breasts ponderously lifted off her oversized belly, rising to obstruct her face. Harley lifted her arms over her head to make things easier. Matt had to bounce them a couple of times before any thing moved, but soon enough, first one heavy breast fell to her belly with a resounding smack, making both jiggle, and rolled to the side. The other breast followed shortly making all three jiggle.

"Oh, that feels so good," Harley said leaning back on the couch.

"It looks amazing," Matt said, tossing Harley's bra over his shoulder, "but if you want me to go along with moving to your aunts you owe me some loving."

Harley slipped lower on the couch, scootching her butt towards the edge of the cushion. "You'd screw me anyway mister."

"You know I would." Matt replied, moving in front of her legs.

"Maybe I should play coy then." Harley replied, closing her knees most of the way as her butt cleared the cushion.

Matt tucked his finger into the stretchy waist of her pants and panties. "But you don't want to do that," he said pulling her pants down over her knees and to the floor. "If we're going to move we need to get to work making more nieces and nephews for your aunt."

Harley sighed and let her legs fall open. Her groomed snatch was already glistening. "Fine, if we must." she said as she kicked her garments away and Matt hurriedly got rid of his clothes.

"You know I'm going to get really big, right?" Harley asked as a naked Matt slipped between her legs and lay back on the floor.

"From this angle all I can see already is your bush, butt, belly and boobs." Matt said when he'd assumed his position. He kept a hand on his cock to guide it while Harley ponderously lowered herself.

"Soon I'll be nothing but boobs and belly," Harley said as she eased herself down. Matt made sure she hit the target. "When the last sets of babies are nearing term I'd crush you if we did this."

"We'll just have to ffff..." Harely's belly pressed against Matt's as she finished lowering herself, driving the air out of him. "...find a way." he finished weakly.

"Matt?" Harley asked.

"Yeah?" Matt wheezed.

"Can you breath?" she asked.

"No," Matt groaned, "not easily. Can you get up?"

She tried, but her legs lacked the strength. "No." Harley replied. "This isn't going to work, is it?"

Matt took a shallow breath. "I don't think so."

"Dammit," Harley cursed, "this whole thing was really sexy too."

"It was." Matt agreed. "Do you think we can try and get you off?"

"Well that's what I was hoping for." Harley retorted.

"Off me." Matt clarified.

"You mean you don't like suffocating under my massive belly?" Harley asked.

Matt coughed. "I want to liiive." Matt replied.

"Oh I suppose we can try then." Harley relented. "Alright get your hands on my belly and lift on one... two... three!"

"Good news every one," the doctor said. "It looks like the pattern didn't hold. The largest mass is only sixteen fetuses, not thirty-two." Matt and Harley released the breath they had been unconsciously holding. The doctor continued, "Based on what the mass looked like earlier the next one is probably only sixteen as well."

"So it's only sixty five babies total?" Matt asked. Surprisingly, he found he actually felt let down.

The doctor nodded. He turned back to the screen and highlighted an area. "I am concerned about one thing though. It looks like another small mass has taken root here." He looked back to Harley and Matt. "If it hadn't been for your special circumstances I probably would have dismissed it, but it could be another group of fetuses."

"So another sixteen fetuses." Harley said. "Eighty one?"

"If it is fetuses, probably." The doctor agreed. "There is no way to tell until it develops more."

Matt and Harley looked at each other, a mixture of relief and disappointment on both their faces.

"I also got the results of your blood work back," the doctor said. "Your LH, FSH, and HCG levels are all extremely elevated, and there appears to be a total lack for progesterone in your system. In all my years I have never seen someone's system in such a state."

"What does all that mean?" Harley asked.

"LH and FSH are responsible for moderating your monthly cycle. In your case their levels are unnaturally high which explains your hyper fertility," the doctor explained. "Normally the production of progesterone in your system will turn these off for the duration of the pregnancy, but you have absolutely none in your system, which explains why you were able to get impregnated again and again. HGC is the fetus' way of telling your body 'I'm here, get ready for me' and triggers the development of the mammary glands, increases your bodies production of elastin, and prevents the sloughing of your uterine lining."

"So she's super easy to get pregnant, and her body is super ready to handle all these babies?" Matt asked.

"In essence, yes," the doctor said uneasily, "but it's not quite that simple. I feel I should caution you against any more intercourse until we know how Harley's body is going to handle the current gestations."

"My breasts are definitely ready Doc." Harley said, proud of her development. In the two weeks since they had seen the doctor last, Harley had grown out of another couple of bra sizes and properly fitting support was getting more and more difficult to find. Already she was beyond the range that the big and medium stores kept stocked and she was pushing the limits of her current undergarment.

"I'm not worried about you mammarial development," the doctor replied. "Never has anyone been pregnant with this many babies at the same time before, let alone at different stages of development." The doctor looked at them both seriously. "You are in uncharted waters, and it would probably best for you, Harley, and your babies, to not stray further from the established path than we need to."

"We appreciate your concern doctor." Matt said quickly, even though he knew both he and Harley had no intention of following the doctor's advice. "Is there anything we should be keeping and eye out for, or anything we should be doing that we already aren't?"

Looking down at the chars in his hand, the doctor shook his head. "I don't think so. Aside form being very very pregnant, Harley is in quite good health. I assume you're using cocoa butter to prevent the formation of stretch marks?"

"We've already gone through a few tubs." Harley said. "I have a lot of belly and boob to cover."

The doctor looked at Harley over top of his glasses. "Indeed." He glanced at Matt too. Their enthusiasm though restrained was glaring. The doctor sighed and put down the chart. "Harley, Matt," he began, "it's obvious that both want lots of babies, but I cannot stress enough the need for caution here. We have no idea what two distinct and concurrent pregnancies will do to a person, let alone the seven that Harley has. We don't know what can go wrong, or what will happen when she does eventually give birth. For all we know, all the fetuses may come out in the same labor. The strain of providing for so many children at an advanced stage of development may very well be too much for Harley's body to handle. There are too many unknowns here to proceed in an irresponsible manner."

Matt approached the doctor. "Doc, can you safely terminate the pregnancies at this point?"

The doctor, surprised at this turn, shook his head. "I can't think of a safe and legal way. No."

"Well," Matt continued, "we're stuck between a rock and a hard place. We can not afford to have this many babies. We've investigated out options and have been turned away every time. There are simply too many babies."

"I can sympathize Matt," the doctor began, but Matt cut him off.

"We have found a way to deal with this situation. We have an angel investor to borrow a term from venture capital. The catch is that this angel investor want at least two hundred babies, and we have to live on her property in Montanna." The doctor was shaking his head. "She has agreed to cover all the costs of rearing the children, including the building of a custom medical suite for an in-house doctor to monitor Harley's health."

The doctor stopped shaking his head. "In-house doctor?" he asked.

"Whomever we want," Harley said, "looking after just me; and you have the most experience out of every single person in the entire world at dealing with multiple distinct and concurrent pregnancies at different points of gestation."

The doctor was wavering. "I can't leave my family and staff."

"All expenses," Matt replied. "Our angel investor is very concerned with the safety of the children and feels that everyone involved in their development should feel comfortable and at ease; and family, anyone's family, is exceedingly important to her."

"I can't decide for my family." the doctor said.

"We'll be happy with whatever you decide," Harley replied. "We just want you to help us on this incredible journey of discovery. We want you to document this and maybe publish a paper or two about it."

"I... I can't make this decision on my own," the doctor replied.

"Do you think he'll take us up on the offer?" Harley asked Matt as he wheeled her to their compact car.

"Did you see the look in his eyes?" Matt asked. "He wants to, he really does, but like he said, he can't decide for his family. That's something we have to respect."

"True." Harley replied. She looked at the tiny car they were approaching then down at the belly that filled her lap almost to her knees. "Matt. We are doing this, right? regardless of whether it's this doctor or not?"

"I think it's what we both want." Matt agreed as they pulled up next to the car.

"Then let's do it for real," Harley suggested. "Let's throw our cards on the table."

"What do you mean?" Matt asked as he applied the brakes on the wheel chair and opened the car door.

"Gimme a hand," Harley said, holding hers out. Matt took it and gave a count. On three Harley pushed on the chair with her free hand and struggled to stand while Matt pulled her up.

On her feet, Harley's belly was simply enormous. Housing two six month, two five month, and four four month fetuses made it quite large.  It extended over two feet from her body and hung lower than her crotch. She had been carrying high at one point, but after seeing the doctor today and his explanation of things it seemed that her over abundance of HCG was allowing things to loosen up and settle down. The change in carrying posture was a good thing because it meant that Harley was able to see over top of her bulbous breasts.

The additional mass acquired from these pregnancies shifted Harley's center of balance forwards significantly, something that would only get worse as they progressed. Leaning further back than natural, Harley slowly turned and sat on the passenger seat that was as far back as it could be set. She almost fell out of the car, pulled by her belly, but Matt stabilized her until Harley was able to secure herself.

"I mean, let's get a truck," Harley said as she scooted back as far as she could, legs spread around her gravidity. "A big truck," she continued as she pivoted and brought her legs into the car. Matt closed the door gently, careful to not catch any part of Harley in it. He had to lean into the door to get it to latch. Harley's side squished against the door, her leg pressed into her belly, and her boob filled most of the window. Matt quickly rounded the car and got in the driver's seat. His arm pressed into Harley's other boob. "...because," Harley continued as she strained for the reclining lever, "this compact is going to get a lot smaller in the coming months. WHOOP!" Harley exclaimed as she pulled the lever. Her compacted body forced the seat back all the way down, and she went with it.

"Maybe we should," Matt agreed as he reached around Harley's belly that was just a bit shy of brushing the ceiling once it stopped quaking to buckle her in.

"Definitely," Harley said from under her breasts which had rolled up to cover half her face.