Fun House
Marielle laughed and pointed at the mirror. “Look at you. You’re like totally thin.”
Katie laughed. It was totally true. It seemed she’d always had a weight problem but in the distortion of the fun house’s mirrors, it seemed as if she were as tall and as thin as she’d ever wanted to be. Well, there was still one part of her that was big. Almost abnormally big. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her tits were huge.
But then she looked at her friend. “Look at me,” she said with a laugh. “How about we look at you.”
“What,” Marielle said in mock shock.
“You seem to have put on some weight, girl.”
It was true. Under the distorting effects of the mirrors, Marielle’s belly seemed to have gotten abnormally large and the fact that the clothes she was wearing had left her midriff exposed only seemed to make the effect all that more pronounced.
The two girls laughed but for some reason neither could explain, they just couldn’t seem to pull themselves away from the mirrors.
It was only with the greatest effort that the two girls managed to pull themselves away from the mirrors but then they had to. There were other people who wanted to see what they looked like in front of the mirrors.
The two girls were still laughing as they exited out into the sunlight. “That was fun,” Marielle said. “What should we do next?”
“I’d like to go find some guys.”
Marielle cocked her head. “Normally, that’s my line.”
Katie smiled. “I know, but somehow, it just seemed so right. I know. Let’s go ride some rides.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” her friend agreed.
And that was exactly what they did. Rides and food and everything else one would expect at the county fair, and when it was all said and done, the two teens went their separate ways, each happy in the time they’d shared together.
It was Marielle who noticed the change first which really was quite reasonable considering just how hard it was for her to miss.
The day at the fair had been fun, but that night, she’d tossed and turned in her bed. For some reason, it was hard for her to get comfortable. She’d roll and twist and she’d find a comfortable position only to find herself once again uncomfortable minutes later and the process would begin all over again.
The next morning, she awoke feeling tired and cranky. It had been a long time since she’d slept so poorly and she was hoping that this was not the beginning of something bad.
She pulled herself into a sitting position. Something was wrong, she told herself, and yet her body seemed too weary to recognize the changes. All she knew was that she felt heavy and awkward. She rubbed her eyes. A good shower would take care of that, she told herself.
She waddled out of her bedroom and off to the bathroom. Waddle. That wasn’t a word she would have thought would have applied to her, but that morning, Marielle thought, that morning, waddle seemed to work just fine.
One look in the mirror was all it took. There were no ifs, ands or buts about it but there was one thing that was undeniably true. She was pregnant and not only was she pregnant, she was very pregnant.
The teen would have screamed if she could have found the words but her mind just couldn’t come to grip with the image she now saw. The over-sized t-shirt that had ably served as her night shirt the night before was now bunched up around her breasts leaving her belly fully exposed.
How could this have happened, Marielle asked herself. Oh sure, she knew how it was supposed to have happened, and it wasn’t like she was still a virgin, but you weren’t supposed to suddenly show like this overnight, were you, and weren’t there supposed to be signs or something. Weren’t you supposed to know. Heck, she’d had her period just a couple weeks ago, so how the hell could she be pregnant.
Maybe it was something else, she tried to convince herself. Maybe it was a ... an allergic reaction or something, something that made just her stomach swell up. Yeah right, something like that, like a bee sting or something. That made sense, didn’t it?
Only it didn’t. Marielle could tell just by looking at herself. She pulled the t-shirt up even higher so she could get a better look at herself. Oh God, she moaned. It was true. She was pregnant.
She couldn’t help it. She just kept staring at herself. She was so pregnant and that’s when she realized something else. It was making her hot.
How the hell could this be making her hot, she wondered, and yet even as she wondered it, she kept staring at herself in the mirror.
This was stupid, she thought. She was staring at herself in the mirror.
She wondered what it would feel like to feel her hands on her belly.
This was dumb, she kept telling herself. She couldn’t really be pregnant so it wouldn’t feel like anything if her hands caressed her belly because she wasn’t really pregnant. There just wasn’t anything to feel.
Of course, there was one way to find out.
She pulled her shirt off. Were her tits bigger, she wondered. They seemed almost to have swelled. No, they couldn’t have. It was just her imagination.
Marielle slipped her hands under her belly and she moaned in satisfaction. It just felt so good to feel her swollen baby belly and if she didn’t know better, she thought it kind of made her sexually hot as well.
That couldn’t be, she told herself. She was just imagining it, and yet, still ...
Still, the feel of her hands cupping her swollen belly, there was just something so hot about that.
What the hell was she thinking, Marielle thought. She couldn’t go out like this and what the hell were her mom and dad going to think. They weren’t going to buy into the allergic reaction excuse anymore than Marielle herself had so what the hell was she going to tell them.
It was then that the phone rang. Marielle didn’t pay it any attention. She was still transfixed by the image of herself in the mirror but then she heard her mother calling. “Marielle, it’s the phone.”
Shit. What was she going to do? She couldn’t let her mom see her like this. “I’ll take it in my room,” she called back.
Her mom didn’t say anything but that’s when Marielle realized she wasn’t out of the woods yet. She still had to make it back to her room without being seen.
She listened at the door to the bathroom. She couldn’t hear anyone in the hallway. It was worth the risk, she told herself. She grabbed her shirt and she made a dash for her bedroom.
She made it. The door shut behind her and she was safe, at least for the moment. She picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey, girl. Whatcha been up to?”
Thank God. It was Katie, but even then, Marielle wondered if she should tell her friend. “Hey, Katie.”
The girl on the other end of the line seemed oblivious to what was happening. “Where you been,” she said spritely. “I thought you said you were going to call me.”
“I was. Later. But I kind of got a bit of an emergency here.”
Katie was suddenly concerned. “An emergency? What kind of an emergency?”
Marielle’s voice dropped to a near whisper. “I woke up this morning and I found out I was pregnant,” she said. “In fact, I found out I was very, very pregnant.”
There was a pause that pause grew longer. “But I don’t understand,” Katie said. “How could you be pregnant?”
“I know what you mean,” Marielle said.
“You haven’t been holding out on me, have you? You said you and Bobby Jaworski were dating but you said you hadn’t had sex yet.”
“I haven’t.”
Another pause. “Oh my God,” her friend said finally. “You are such a slut. You’ve been fucking someone else.”
“I have not.”
“Then I don’t get it. How can you be pregnant?”
Marielle shook her head. “You don’t get it,” she said. “I didn’t say I was pregnant. I said I was very pregnant. Like really, really pregnant. Like big belly pregnant. Like I don’t know. Like months and months pregnant. Like that kind of pregnant.”
Again, there was a long pause. “But you can’t get pregnant like that.”
“I know. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” her friend hissed angrily.
“You want to come over?”
“I’m kind of busy right now.” Marielle hadn’t realized she was doing it but even as she’d been talking on the phone, she’d been letting her other hand fondle her baby belly and she couldn’t believe just how good that felt.
“Come on,” Katie cooed. “Come on. Come on over.”
Marielle fought back the urge to moan. “I’m busy,” I told her.
“Come on,” Katie wheedled. “Come on over. We can get busy together.”
It was something in Katie’s tone that finally got Marielle’s attention. “What are you talking about,” she asked.
“Just come over,” Katie pleaded. “I’m out by the pool.”
Reluctantly, Marielle pulled her hand back from her swollen belly. She wasn’t sure why but just touching herself there just made her so fucking horny. “I’ll be over in a little bit.”
“Cool,” Katie said. “I can hardly wait.”
It was only then after the connection had been broken that Marielle realized what her problem now was.
Just the day before, she’d had a cute, little teenage body but now she had this big swollen baby belly. What the heck was she supposed to wear?
She thought about calling Katie back and telling her she couldn’t come but then Katie would ask her why and besides, she couldn’t hang around the house. Sooner or later, her mom was going to see her and when her mom saw her, she was going to totally freak. Nope. Not only could she not hang out around the house but she had to get out the front door without her mom seeing her.
And that still didn’t solve her problem. What the hell was she going to wear?
The best she could come up with was a sweat suit and a little stretchy top but even so, she couldn’t get the jacket to close over her belly and the top, while it stretched enough to cover her, it seemed to accentuate her condition almost more than if she’d worn nothing at all.
But now it was how was she going to get out of the house without her mom seeing her and it wasn’t just her mom. If her little twerp of a brother saw her, the jerk would probably rat her out just for the fun of it.
Marielle opened the door to her bedroom. There was no one there. So far so good.
A quick creep down the hall and then there was the front door. She wanted to make a quick dash for the door but with her body the way it now was, she wasn’t nearly as able to make as quick a dash as she’d once been.
She looked both ways and then she made a run for the door. “I’m going over to Katie’s,” she shouted.
“What’d you say,” she heard her mother say.
Marielle pulled the door shut behind her before her mother could say anything more. In moments, she was in her car and she was on her way and she breathed a sigh of relief. She just knew her mom would totally freak out if she saw just how pregnant her daughter was.
All the way over to Katie’s house, the same six words kept going through her mind over and over again. It was something Katie had said to her. You can’t get pregnant like that. Katie was right. You can’t get pregnant like that. There had to be a reason. You can’t get pregnant like that.
There had to be a reason.
The only thing was she had no idea what that reason was.
She was still trying to figure it out when she pulled up in front of Katie’s house.
She let herself in by the side gate and she walked around to the pool. Katie had just come out of the house with a drink in hand and that was when Marielle received her second big surprise of the morning. “Damn, girl. Did you lose some weight or something?”
Katie stood there. “What do you mean,” she asked.
“You look different or something. I think you lost some weight.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed. I did start a new diet.”
“It must be working,” Marielle said. Her friend really was very thin. “It looks good on you, unlike ... this.”
Katie looked at her friend. “Oh my God,” she gushed. “You really are pregnant.”
“I told you.”
Katie motioned for her friend to take a seat and then she took one, too. “Yeah, I know, but I thought you were kidding or something. How did that happen?”
“If I knew, I’d tell you.”
“Can I see it?”
“Can you see what?”
“Can I see your belly?”
“Katie! Come on. That’s not why I came over here. I need your help.”
“Well, you don’t have to get all upset about it,” Katie huffed. “I just wanted to see it.”
It really wasn’t that unreasonable a request, Marielle supposed. It was annoying but she supposed her friend had to see. She just hoped that if something like this happened to Katie, she wouldn’t be as clueless as Katie seemed to be.
Still ...
Marielle peeled the top up off her swollen belly and she fought back the urge to moan but just the action of uncovering herself was enough to get her hot. Just what the hell was the matter with her, Marielle wondered.
“Oh my God,” Katie said. “Oh my God. Would you look at that.”
“I’ve been looking,” Marielle said. “It’s nothing special.”
“Can I touch it?”
Marielle would have told her friend no but before she could, she felt her friend slide her hands around her belly and Marielle couldn’t help but let out a long, low sigh.
“You like this.”
Marielle’s breathing was coming a bit more raggedly. Why should she like having someone touch her belly like this and more than that, why was it making her so aroused. “Yes,” she moaned.
“I can tell,” her friend said proudly. “I can tell you like it a lot.”
Marielle couldn’t help but moan. She couldn’t believe it but she almost felt as if she could cum just from having her friend feel her belly.
“Do you want to see my tits,” Katie asked.
“Huh ... what?”
“I asked if you wanted to see my tits,” her friend said. “I think my boobies are bigger now.”
Marielle was still distracted by the hand on her belly. “You think ... you think your boobies are ... are what?”
“I think my boobies are bigger now. Would you like me to rub them on your belly?”
Why would she want that, Marielle wondered, and yet even as she thought that, the thought of having her friend rub her breasts against her belly, somehow, that just made her feel even hotter.
“So what do you think,” Katie asked again. “You want me to do it?”
“Okay,” Marielle said shyly.
Marielle watched her friend take her top off and then off came her bra. Her breasts did look bigger, Marielle thought. That was weird. Why were her tits bigger?
And then Katie was pushing her tits against Marielle’s belly and suddenly, it didn’t matter anymore.
“I knew you’d like it. I knew you’d like to feel my boobies.”
The best that Marielle could do was manage a long, low moan. She wasn’t sure why but she did like it, having her friend press her tits against her belly.
“Do you like my boobies?”
“Yeah,” Marielle maoned helplessly even as she watched her friend play her tits across her stomach. Why did Katie keep calling them boobies? She’d never done that before. “Oh shit, I can see I’m not the only one who got big overnight.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“It’s your tits.”
“What about them?”
“They’re so big.”
“I know. Isn’t it cool?”
“But Katie. Don’t you see? They’re a lot bigger than they were yesterday.”
The blond pulled her tits back and she looked down at herself. “They are,” she murmured. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“You hadn’t noticed. How could you not have noticed? Your tits are huge.”
The blond was now looking at herself in earnest. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I mean, yours were always a little bigger than mine but now look at them. I mean, mine are bigger now than they were before but yours are even bigger.”
“That is so totally cool.”
“No, it’s not. It’s weird. Aren’t you curious as to why this is happening to us?”
Katie shook her head. “No,” she said matter-of-factly.
“No? What’s wrong with you? You are such an airhead.”
“Nothing’s wrong with me. Why does anything have to be wrong with me? Why can’t I just enjoy having big boobies? Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining about them when I did this,” and once again, she ran her tits over Marielle’s swollen tummy.
Marielle couldn’t help it. Just the feel of those tits across her stomach was more than enough to distract her. She needed to cum. She needed it bad.
As caught up in what they were doing together, neither one of them heard it, the sound of the side gate being opened or the sound of the gate as it clonged shut, but what they did hear was the boy when he came around the corner. “What the fuck?”
The boy’s name was Denny. He was s Senior like Marielle and Katie and all the girls thought he was totally hot.
Katie looked up. “Oh my God. Denny. I didn’t know you were coming over.”
“Your parents said ... you know ... anytime I wanted to use the pool—”
“I know. I know. Oh fuck. I am so embarrassed.” The only thing was she didn’t look embarrassed.
It was only then that Denny noticed the other girl. “Oh my God, is that Marielle,” he said and then he noticed her condition and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Oh my God.”
What could she do? Marielle waved feebly at Denny. She hadn’t wanted him to see her like this but then it occurred to her that sooner or later, as soon as she showed up at school, everyone was going to know.
“What happened?”
“She got pregnant,” Katie said. “And you want to see some something really cool?”
“What?”
“Look what happens when I rub my boobies on her belly.”
Oh geez, Marielle thought. Did Katie have to say it that way. Didn’t she realize how stupid that made her sound but then in the next instant, she was bending down and she was rubbing her tits over Marielle’s belly and Marielle couldn’t help but moan. Who the hell cared what it made her sound like. What mattered was how it made Marielle feel.
“You guys sure are getting into this,” Denny said.
“I know,” Katie gushed. “It’s fun. You want to feel her belly?”
No, Marielle wanted to whimper. It was bad enough having Katie feel her belly but it would be totally embarrassing if a guy did it.
She’d wanted to say no but she didn’t and then Denny had his hand on her belly and Marielle couldn’t believe just how totally good that hand made her feel.
“I think she likes it,” Denny said.
“Told ya,” Katie agreed.
“God. I can’t believe it. She really likes it.”
“I know. Isn’t it like so totally cool?”
“Do you think she might, you know ... do you think she might want to fuck?”
Katie looked down at her friend with a mischievous grin. “You know,” she said, “as horny as she is right now, I think that’s exactly what she’d like to do.”
Last chance, Marielle thought. Last chance to say no, so why wasn’t she saying it.
She watched Denny take his cock out and then he was bending over her. “I guess I don’t have to wear a condom now, do I?”
Marielle shook her head and that’s when she felt the boy enter her pussy.
She was such a slut, she thought, and yet, she couldn’t help it. Katie was stroking her belly even as Denny moved himself in and out between her legs. “Does it feel good,” Katie asked.
“Uh huh.”
“I wish he was fucking me,” the blond pouted. “I wish he was sliding his dick between my boobies.”
Marielle moaned. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to be fucked so fucking bad.
“It isn’t fair,” Katie pouted. “I want to get fucked, too.”
Marielle moaned again. “You’ll get your turn.”
“Yeah, when he’s all weak and tired.”
Marielle moaned again. Why did that thought excite her? Why did it excite her to think that her friend was going to get her leftovers and yet even as she thought it, she knew it did.
Katie was kneeling next to Marielle’s chair and running her hand over her friend’s stomach. “You want him to do that, don’t you?”
Marielle moaned. She felt absolutely powerless, like as long as Katie kept her hand on her stomach, she’d let Denny fuck her for as long as he wanted.
“I’m not jealous, not really.”
They’d been friends for way too long for that to work. Marielle knew what her friend wanted but she just didn’t want to let that cock go.
But it was her friend. She really should share.
Marielle moaned. It took the utmost amount of effort but she managed to get it out. “I think Katie wants you to fuck her, too.”
Denny slowed. He was still working his cock between Marielle’s legs but he was looking at Katie. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
Marielle moaned as the boy pulled out of her but then he was moving over to Katie and suddenly his cock was sliding between her tits. She certainly did look bigger than she had before, Marielle thought, although maybe that was just because she’d never seen her friend get her tits fucked.
There was no doubt about it though. Katie liked having her tits fucked.
She moaned when Denny pulled his cock back but when it became clear where he wanted to go next, Katie gladly leaned back and let the boy slide in between her legs and all the while, Marielle watched, her hands playing with her swollen belly as she waited not so patiently for the time when it would be her turn again.
“Come on, guys,” she finally moaned. “I want some, too.”
For a moment, it seemed as if the two of them were ignoring her but then Katie sat up and she looked Denny in the eyes. “What about it,” she asked. “Should we give her what she wants?”
The boy nodded and suddenly, the two of them were coming back to where Marielle was sitting.
Katie still had her hand wrapped around Denny’s cock. “So you want this, do you,” she asked, and Marielle nodded.
“Well, if you want this, I think you need to get down on your hands and knees.”
For a moment there, Marielle wondered if the two of them had done something like this before, and if so, with who. It just seemed that the two of them seemed to almost operate in complete concert with one another but in the end, she knew it didn’t really matter. If they wanted her on her hands and knees, she knew she was going to get down on her hands and knees.
Katie gave Marielle’s ass a hard slap. “Is this the way you were when you got yourself pregnant?”
“I tried to tell you—”
Smack. That hand came down again. “I don’t want to hear it,” her friend said, “and I don’t think Denny wants to hear it either. I think all Denny wants to hear is just how much you want him to fuck you.”
Marielle might have said almost anything except that at that very moment, Katie chose to run a hand over her swollen belly and that was all it took. “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”
Katie’s hands continued to stroke her tummy. “Come on. You can do better than that.”
She was right, Marielle knew. She could do better than that. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“That’s better,” the blond said, “but I think you can do even better.”
Marielle knew what was happening. “Katie was straddling her body. She could feel Katie’s tits as they pressed up against her from behind, and she could feel the blond’s hand as it reached around to caress her belly. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”
Marielle had no idea if her begging was good enough for Katie but it must have been good enough for Denny because Marielle felt the boy shove his cock in between her legs.
She moaned. She loved it. She loved having her pussy fucked. She loved having her friend ride her. She loved feeling Katie’s tits in her back. Heck, she even loved her baby belly. She loved it all.
And then that cock was being taken from her but in just a couple of moments, Katie’s moans told her all she needed to know about where that cock had gone.
And then it was back again. Marielle moaned. She’d already cum before but she knew she was going to cum again and this time, she was certain, she was going to make the boy cum right along with her.
She moaned as that cock left her but it was back soon enough. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me and make me cum.”
She moaned in frustration as that cock left her again but it was back soon enough. This time, she was determined. She wasn’t about to let go of it this time.
The boy groaned as he felt that pussy grip his cock and then he groaned again as his cock started to surge.
“He just came inside you, didn’t he,” said Katie and for a moment, Marielle felt ashamed of herself, but the moment passed. Sure, she’d hogged the cock all to herself, but what else could she do. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.
The boy left soon after that and Marielle left soon after him. She still had no idea why her body was the way it was and that still bothered her a lot, but if having a baby belly meant getting fucked was going to feel like that, well hell, she supposed she could learn to live with that. In fact, she was sure she could.