Emi's 3rd Pregnancy #7 - One's Reflection

Obligatory shower & reflection scene!

Entry on the Vault

Story written by GhostPlasma and edited by Warmind Asura!

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(Week 37)

Emi grunted as she felt a burning sensation building in her thighs. The same sensation was building in her arms and back, only it was stronger. Her breathing was heavy and labored as she gripped the metal railing of the shower behind her. The burning in her muscles quickly became an aching, and she started to shake from the strain. She couldn’t be sure but she felt as if just as much sweat was running off her gravid body as the water flowing over her from the shower was.

Aya and Matthew were in bathing suits along side Emi, and were slowly making their way around her. They had spent the last ten minutes scrubbing and washing her massive body. As they had worked, it had required her to stand and hold herself up, something that her muscles had clearly begun to protest. She tried her best to take slow breaths and ignore the burning in her limbs. They were both close to being done, but it was still a slow process as there was just so much surface area to cover.

Matthew looked up from where he was cleaning near her turgid nipple. He noticed the strain slowly spreading across his wife’s face, and asked, “Emi are you okay? Would you like a break?”

Emi shook her head and gave him a strained smile, “I’m fine. Just hurry up, okay?”

He gave a nod and continued his scrubbing. The bluenette tilted her head up to the spray of water gripping the hand rails left alone with her thoughts.

Emi exhaled and then looked back down. She allowed herself to giggle nervously as she stared at the water cascading down over her enormous body. She readjusted her grip on the handrails again as the strain suddenly made her feel light-headed.

‘I guess I had been meaning to slim down. Though I didn’t think it would be like this…,’ she mused.

Emi felt her thin legs and arms begin to physically shake. She tightened her grip on the hand rails for the umpteenth time, and tried to focus on enjoying the feeling of sponges and warm water dragging and racing over her skin. She involuntarily giggled again.

Aya looked up in confusion. When Emi didn’t acknowledge her, the young doctor simply shook her head and continued scrubbing a patch of skin under Emi’s monolithic belly.