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Charlie: Side Job part 2
At Lang’s Cleaner, Mrs. Lang stood behind her counter. She was tallying up receipts while idling working a crossword puzzle. She became dimly aware of someone approaching the front door of her business. She shuffled her paperwork together, jotting down a figure on the notepad beside them and looked up. A young woman was struggling with the door, shuffling sideways to swing it wide open hampered by an enormous bundle of clothing gripped against her. She wedged the door open enough to scoot herself in backwards with a grunt of effort and swung around to face the counter, red faced from the exertion. Considering the bundle of clothing she was hugging against, she could understand why. She recognized it was Mrs. Powers daughter...Charlene or something. Charlie? Yes, that was it. Why she hadn’t just made two trips from her car to bring in all the clothing was beyond her. Teenagers, she chuckled to herself. The girl hefted the load of laundry onto the counter which turned out not
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Literature
Charlie: Side Job part 1
Charlie sprung from bed, ready for the day. No work, no family around and no obligations, she was ready to have a day to herself. She threw on a loose shirt and shorts. “Hopefully not for long,” she thought as she tucked her black wool cap into her back pocket, and headed for downstairs. A quick breakfast and she’d be on her way to whatever adventure the day held for her. With ideas swimming in her head as to what to do, she opened the door to her room only to notice a folded note taped to the outside of her door.
She pulled the note free, unfolding to read it. “Charlie, I need you to do a couple errands for me…” she read aloud, her voice trailing off as she skimmed over it. A look of disappointment slowly grew on her face. She pouted and groaned melodramatically, “Moooommm, whhhy?” Her plans were dashed before they’d started. “These aren’t a couple errands! You’re going to have me driving around town all day!
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Roboticus (Part 2)
As Doctor had promised, the medication and eating of numerous small snacks during the days had helped her out greatly with the dreaded episodes of morning sickness. Now into her second trimester she had encountered her second surprise.
"So it's suppose to be all bulgy like that?" She prodded at her middle that had gone from a small curious swell to a prominent bump on her middle that rose beneath her navel.
"Yes Natalie, for the 127th time. And it will get larger." Peter commented as he measured the dimensions of her growing uterus using a sonic probe. "The two fetuses will continue to grow, along with increases with placental mass, amniotic fluid and other assorted mechanism."
Natalie reached over to the nearby attending robot that was carrying a tray of assorted fruits and some bread. Her finger danced over the selection before plucking strawberry up. She smelled the sweet fruit and savored the scent before taking a slow bite out of the strawberry. That was another side effect that s
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Roboticus (Part 1)
Unit 667AB3110afa, otherwise identified as 'Abbie' unofficially as denoted by the stenciled black lettering its yellow plasteel chassis patiently double checked its broadcast antennas status and broadcast his message again.
"Unit 667AB3110afa - Contact operations HQ. Zone 1AA completed. Awaiting new instructions."
The ready light, there purely for the purposes of human observers of whom there were none, flashed twice and Abbie confirmed that the message was sent. As the previous 27 sent that day, there was no response to request number 28. Abbie's blockish six wheeled form lay in the midst of a clearing that had been cut for lumber the previous season. Crossing the field in a perfect grid were rows of seedlings, extracted from and planted from Abbie's agricultural bay. Seconds went by with no response and Abbie was unsure of what to do. With its assigned plot complete, normal routine would have been to contact base and move on to the next site to replenish the lumber companies wood har
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Charlie: Quintessential
Derrick considered the question carefully, “a maternity store of some sort?”
Keeping her attention to driving Charlie shook her head slightly. She smugly grinned, “No, you’d think they would be a good place to go, but usually not.”
“Alright, I give up?” he shrugged.
“Guess!” Charlie insisted.
“I did, I got it wrong.” Derrick smiled helplessly at Charlie.
“You only took one guess! Alright, a clue,” Charlie narrowed her eyes conspiratorially, “it’s ironically named.”
Derrick stared blankly back at Charlie in the driving seat. “Ironically named? What’s that suppose to mean?”
Charlie sighed. She repeated her clue, “It’s IRONICALLY named.” She stressed the word ‘ironically’ and then looked over to Derrick as if comprehension would suddenly blossom. It did not.
He favored her with a sour stare. “That’s not really helping, I heard you the
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Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 2)
Jon turned his Camaro down the street that his house was on with a squeal of tires. He smirked at the sound, undoubtedly imagining how cool he looked. Derrick couldn’t really say anything about Jon’s beater of a car since he didn’t have one and was reliant on the older boy for rides. Summer vacation was here and he didn’t want to get stuck bumming rides from his parents or sister so he just nodded with a smile when Jon looked over to him.
Jon seemed satisfied by the wordless exchange and then broke into conversation mid sentence, “It’s going to be a good summer man. I got some work with a construction company, going to make much bank and have all my nights and weekends open.”
“Yeah, you know it,” Derrick agreed. Jon had graduated and was supposedly heading to the local community college. He wasn’t a bad baseball player and had won a minor scholarship to offset the cost of school but seemed to have it in his head that community
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Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)
Charlie huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face and slouched with an elbow on the counter. The stool pinched her butt randomly where it was cracked when she shifted in a certain as yet undefined way. The kiosk was smelled heavily of pretzels which she initially found pleasant but now haunted her dreams. It was cramped with the appliances to produce and bake them, giving her barely enough room to squeeze around them under ideal conditions.
It was the end of week two of her summer internment at the  ‘Pretzelmaniacal’ booth at the local mall. Week one consisted of her brief training and was the longest period of time she had seen her boss. On the second week she was turned loose to run the little food kiosk on her own, only seeing Elise at the end of the afternoon when the owner/manager took over. Charlie at first was pleased at trust she assumed she had been entrusted with but then quickly realized that the booth could be run by a trained monkey. Not even a particu
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Charlie: Interim
Charlie squirmed to the side. There was a pain right beneath the left side of her ribcage where something was poking. Someone. She stopped walking and grimaced for the third time, pressing her fingers against a distorted swell on the left side of her gravid middle. Rubbing the offending spot she balanced herself by holding on to a bike rack. "Ow, quit it."
She lifted the hem of her shirt over her swollen middle and looked at it critically. It was annoyingly lopsided. Everything had been going fine up until a few minutes ago when she happened upon someone to join the original guest she had snagged earlier that morning. The second one seemed to have 'landed' crooked or was very anti social and trying to get away from the original occupant as it seemed to be predominately laying on the left side of her belly making it distort asymmetrically. No prodding and poking would remedy the situation.
With a tsk she lowered her shirt back over her tummy and tried too smooth the imperfection for the
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Charlie: Rules
Charlie lay in her bed, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her gravid belly as she watched TV in her bedroom. She felt a twitch and her belly dropped flat like a rapidly deflating balloon. She frowned in slight disappointment and reached over for the stop-watch and digital audio recorder on her nightstand. After turning the TV off, she started the recorder and stopped the watch. "October 22, Friday. Bedroom. Time is 10:37pm. Belly's gone back to normal, start time was 4:03pm for time of..." She pursed her lips in concentration as she mentally calculated, "Six hours, thirty-four minutes." She lay her hand on the bare skin of her stomach, "As normal, no signs that anything ever happened, no stretchmarks, no swelling, nothing."
She rolled on to her side and grabbed a notebook from the nightstand with a series of start and stop times, adding in the latest entry. "Okay, with this one, average time is..." she scribbled some math out on the margin, "Average time is eight hours, fifteen minu
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Charlie, the Origin Story
CHAPTER 1
It was a harsh day in the desert. The hot winds whipped the sand in to an obscuring fog around the small oasis. Outside the tent a horse whinnied its complaint as its master negotiated with the old man inside.
"Fifteen coin is plenty for this work," Tagecaf said standing over the older Udaga who was fiddling with a crudely sewn hood where he sat on the floor across the small table. "It's not much to look at."
Old Udaba lips cracked to a smile on his wrinkled face. "Ah, but don't let its appearance fool you." He turned the hood over, looking at the rough stitching fondly. "I'm not much of a tailor, that is true, but my true craft, that I know well..." He turned his eyes up to Tagecaf, "Besides, we had agreed on forty-five, you offend me with a mere third of that."
Tagecaf shook his his head and hissed derisively, stroking his beard.
Udaba laughed softly. "Unbelievable. I offer you for sale a magic that could let you steal whatever you most desire..." he shook the hood at Tagec
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At Lang’s Cleaner, Mrs. Lang stood behind her counter. She was tallying up receipts while idling working a crossword puzzle. She became dimly aware of someone approaching the front door of her business. She shuffled her paperwork together, jotting down a figure on the notepad beside them and looked up. A young woman was struggling with the door, shuffling sideways to swing it wide open hampered by an enormous bundle of clothing gripped against her. She wedged the door open enough to scoot herself in backwards with a grunt of effort and swung around to face the counter, red faced from the exertion. Considering the bundle of clothing she was hugging against, she could understand why. She recognized it was Mrs. Powers daughter...Charlene or something. Charlie? Yes, that was it. Why she hadn’t just made two trips from her car to bring in all the clothing was beyond her. Teenagers, she chuckled to herself. The girl hefted the load of laundry onto the counter which turned out not to be nearly as much as Mrs. Lang first imagined. When Charlie stepped back with an ‘oof’ she realized why. It was just covering the biggest pregnant belly she had ever seen.

Mrs. Lang leaned over the counter and gawked down at Charlie’s middle. She couldn’t see the girl’s legs beneath it.

“Hi Mrs. Lang.”

Mrs. Lang snapped out of her staring, feeling rude for having done so but with so many questions. She didn’t remember Mrs. Powers saying her daughter was pregnant. Then again, she supposed that’s not something one would go around telling people. “Hello Charlie. H-how are you?”

Charlie shrugged, looking around the shop bored, one hand stroking a circle along the side of her titanic belly. Mrs. Lang swore she could see it distort, pressing out as Charlie did. “Oh you know, same ole same ole. How are you?”

“Fine, just fine.” Mrs. Lang nervously answered, staring down at Charlie’s middle. “And your…” she diverted her gaze back up, “How’s your mother?”

Charlie answered politely if somewhat bored. “She’s good. Working today so she asked me to drop this off. I need a ticket?”

“Sure, just a second, I’ll write one up.” Mrs. Lang frantically pawed around on her countertop for a pen and ticket pad, unable to look away from Charlie in amazement. She scribbled on the pad. Charlie advanced to the counter until her belly pressed against it and leaned in to watch her fill out the ticket. It was an unnerving sight, looking down through the glass counter top to see Charlie’s gravid middle pushing against the glass front. Her belly flattened where it pressed against the glass, her shirt was so tightly wrapped around it Mrs. Lang could see it bulge wider as Charlie leaned further forward, causing the counter to creak. The word GLOW ominously stretched across the top as she became worried Charlie’s certainly heavy middle would crash through. She quickly finished the ticket and tore it off, handing it swiftly to Charlie. “There you go, should be done later this week.”

“Okay, thanks Mrs. Lang, see you later.” Charlie rocked back from the counter, rattling as it settled back into a neutral position, and she swung around languidly to head back to the door. Once there she reached out with an arm, her palm and belly both hitting the door about the same time. She let out a soft, ‘uff’ at the impact then turned around with a sheepish grin. She backed up against the door and scooted backwards to push the door open. Even so her belly scraped against the frame as she was exiting eliciting a muttered curse.

As she turned to get back to her van, Charlie took a look over her shoulder at the dry cleaning shop. “Mrs. Lang sure was acting funny.” She looked down at her middle and it dawned on her. “Oh, of course, it’s this goofy shirt!” She pulled the shirt off as she walked up to her van, snagging on her own t-shirt beneath it and dragging it up. Her belly shifted up, rising as her arms stretched up to pull the shirt off over her head. Her own t-shirt slipped up exposing most of her incredibly swollen middle causing a nearby passerby to stagger and walk into a doorway in surprise. It was still smooth and impossibly stretch mark free despite its enormity and sudden expansion. The surface was taut, practically vibrating under the internal pressure. Charlie passed the man rubbing his nose from impact unaware of what happened and pulled down the edges of her light blue tee. She couldn’t get it to  fit over her massive midriff completely so settled on it covering most save the bottom quarter where her lightly tanned skin was exposed. “Good enough, at least I don’t look so silly now.” Still, she’d keep the yellow tee, weird slogan and all, as a keepsake if nothing else.

Clambering back into her Van, she looked at her list, “Let’s see, paint next.” She started to head towards the hardware store only to feel a little queasiness. It was then that she remembered she had skipped breakfast. “Ugh, but how about some food first guys?” She asked, placing a hand at the crest of her belly. There was some rough kicks of agreements, making her wince. “Okay, okay, don’t shout, I’m going.”

She pulled into the first fast food that caught her attention, not wanting to dally. Simply going to the drive thru would have been quicker and easier given her size but she didn’t think she could juggle driving and eating in her state. She waddled in and saddled up to the counter, ordering her usual value meal of choice. The cashier very generously and insistently offered to bring her order out to her and Charlie took her up on the offer. She patted her belly with a grin, thinking of the unmentioned benefits to being pregnant. Normally she'd have preferred a booth but knew she’d never fit so chose a table instead, sitting sideways in the chair to make room for her belly. As it happened she was sitting near another woman, also pregnant though not to her own preposterous dimensions. She dismissed the tiny voice in her head that instinctively suggested stealing this woman’s own pregnancy for herself and just returned the woman’s smiles of shared camaraderie as an expectant mother. The woman’s eyes grew large as she truly noted Charlie’s enormous size.

“Oh wow.” The woman involuntarily uttered.

“I know, right?” Charlie patted her giant middle with a proud smile.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” The woman blushed a little in embarrassment.

Charlie waved away the woman’s apology, “Nah, it’s okay.” She scooped up her middle, shimmying up in her seat to show it off. “I take it as a compliment.”

The woman looked amazed and laughed softly, “Heh, okay. So...how m...what are you having?”

Charlie grinned in amusement. It was always fun when someone tried to ask her if she was having twins or triplets or whatever when she was particularly large but not wanting to make assumptions that could lead to embarrassment. She thought about what the woman was asking. She figured that Jensen was a boy’s name but had no idea about the others. She’d just hazard a guess and decided to blow this woman’s mind. “Oh, two boys and three girls.” Charlie casually answered.

The woman gasped in surprise, holding her own much smaller middle. “Five? Really?”

Charlie thumped her middle, acting like it wasn’t anything to it. “Yup, quintuplets, no biggie.” She slyly watched the other woman’s reaction from her peripheral vision. “How about you?”

The stunned woman blinked and shook her head to clear it, “Oh, just one, er, a girl I mean.”

Charlie gave her a grin, “Aw, isn’t that sweet.”

She could see the woman had so many questions she just couldn’t bring herself to ask so Charlie decided it would be fun to toy with her a bit, “I’m a professional surrogate. Of sorts.”

That seemed to allay some of the woman’s question but could see by the expression of her face that it raised all sorts of new ones.

Charlie continued, “Yeah, took a course on it and everything.” She picked at a bit of imaginary fuzz the side of her belly.

The woman tilted her head in pure confusion.

Charlie stroked her belly lovingly, “I give discounts on bulk orders. After the first two there’s a discount on each additional.”

The woman recoiled back, completely bewildered.

Charlie started acting like she was trying to find something in her pocket. “I think I have a card here somewhere if you’d like to commission my services for your future reproductive needs?”

“NO!” The woman yelped startled. She quickly hid her shock and smiled apprehensively, “That’s quite alright thanks.”

With an indifferent shrug Charlie gave little letdown frown, “Suit yourself, but you won’t find a better price in this city. Ooh, here comes my food.” Charlie straightened up and rubbed her hands together.

The woman finished her meal in quiet, ignoring Charlie as much as she could while still stealing concerned side glances at her. She finished her meal and left, giving Charlie a forced smile and a mumbled ‘good luck’.

Charlie snickered at her joke. That woman would be telling people of her impossible encounter for years and that tickled Charlie. She had gotten about halfway through her meal and had a few sips of her drink before she stopped with a frown, feeling a bit disgusted. “Bleh, I’m too full to eat any more.” She looked down at her titanic tummy and prodded it with finger, barely forcing a dent in it. “Too full with you guys.” She wrapped up her burger and was about to get up to ask for a bag but one of the store attendants was already coming to her at a near run with one. It would appear they had all been watching Charlie in horrified fascination while she ate. They were probably afraid she’d go right into labor while they watched given how big she was.

“Benefits of pregnancy indeed.” She mused walking out of the restaurant. She drummed her fingers across its heavy, tight surface, “Everybody treats you like a ticking time bomb.” As she passed before the cashiers and their manager who were desperately trying to act like they weren’t watching her she stumbled and gripped her middle. “Oh boy!” she exclaimed with a wince, doubling over.

The whole store gasped and the manager arm rocketed to the phone behind him.

Charlie straightened back up with a laugh, patting her tummy, “Nah, just kidding, false alarm heehee.”

The staff gave a sigh of relief as she left.

Back in her van she threw what was left of her lunch on the passenger seat and continued to pick up the paint. She was lucky to find a parking space near the entrance and slid out. Even though she’d only eaten half the burger she was feeling uncomfortably bloated. She crossed her arms beneath her over packed middle and scooped it up, trying to get some relief from its bulky weight. As short a walk as it was, she was relieved when someone coming out held the door open for her, staring wild eyed as they did. She hobbled over to the paint counter, the man behind the counter already there waiting with the same dumbfounded look she’d gotten all day. “Hello miss. Help you with something?”

Charlie nodded and made a couple of unsuccessful attempts to hop up on the barstool before the counter. With ‘bah’ she just leaned forward to rest her elbows on the counter, belly pressed against the counter and her butt sticking out. She fished her dad’s notes and slid them to the guy behind the paint counter. “I need three gallons of that.”

The man nodded. Adjusting his glasses, he looked at the notes, “Let’s see...so what are you doing, painting the uh, baby’s...babies’ room.” he glanced up over the edge of the paper to Charlie to judge her reaction.

Charlie had been twisting side to side with no results to crack her back while he was reading the note so decided a new angle of attack. She turned around, leaning her back against the counter’s edge. Flexing back, she tried to crack her back, making her belly thrust out. “Huh, what? Oh no, second story eaves.” She craned her head around to look at him, “Oh, make sure that’s outdoor paint, I don’t think dad specified.”

“Second...story…” the man mumbled. “Oh, your dad is painting it!” He said relieved.

Charlie rolled her eyes, “As if. No, I get to have fun with that.” She heaved up some more on the counter, trying to work the edge in lower on her back. “I’m sure my brother will figure out some way of weaseling out of it so it’ll probably be just me doing it.”

The man was beside himself in disbelief. “YOU’RE going to paint a second story eave?”

Charlie pressed back against the counter, irked that she couldn’t work the tension out her back. “Yeah, so? It’s not like I’m going to be dangling off the roof, we have an extension ladder.” She wiggled up higher and jerked back, getting a content smile on her face as she was rewarded with dull pop from her back, “Oooh, that’s the stuff.” She turned back around to face the attendant, dusting off her back and then pulling her t-shirt back over her belly from where it had slid up over it. She looked up at the attendant, trying her best to disguise her annoyance. She balled her fists on her hips and tapped her toe. “So can I get my paint or what?”

Charlie plunked the three cans of paint into the back of the van and climbed in. Her brow was furrowed, still thinking about her encounter in the paint store. “Sure, it was probably more about this,” she prodded her middle. “But I hate when people don’t think I can do ‘guy’ things.” She had refused help carrying the paint to her van and stoically carried them all herself in one trip even though she regretted it almost immediately. Between the weight in her womb and three gallons of paint, she felt like her legs were going to explode. On the other hand, she was able to swallow down a couple more bites from her burger. “Okay, last thing, groceries.”

She was in a much better mood once she reached the grocery store. It was both the last stop and short trip back home. Looking forward to finally getting close to having some personal time with her hard won prize she was positively giddy when she entered the store. That wasn’t to last long.

“Um...ma’am?”

Charlie was interrupted from grabbing a cart. She slowly turned around, careful not to get thrown off balance by her disrupted center of balance. One of the grocery staff was looking at her with a pained expression. She was far too familiar with the look by now and grunted, “Yes?”

The grocer vaguely gestured towards one of the store mobility scooters. “Would you like to use one of these carts?” Through a forced smile he added, “It’s free.”

Charlie pursed her lips and breathed deeply. “Do I look disabled to you?” She folded her arms a top her heaving belly, roundly pulsing with each annoyed breath.

“Well, not exactly but...” the employee started to sheepishly answered.

Charlie pulled out a regular cart from the cart return and stepped past him. “I”ll just use one of these, thanks.”

She unfolded the grocery list and placed it in the child seat looking down. She strategized in her head the optimal route to pick everything up and put a foot up on the crossbar down by the wheels out of habit to lift herself up and skate the cart through the store only to have her stomach smack up against the cart. “Oh, right, damn. Walking like a pleb it is.” Still, it was nice to have the cart to support some of her increased weight. Truth be told, any other day she’d be delighted to use the offered electric cart for the sheer novelty of it but something about being treated like an invalid just because she was pregnant, even hugely like she was, just rubbed her the wrong way.

She put it aside in her mind and started gathering the provisions she was charged with getting. Things were going swimmingly until she reached the beans. She got to the spot in the aisle and turned to grab them and just managed to stop short of her belly caving the display of the lower shelves in. She tutted herself and turned sideways to reach up but the cans were just out of her reach. She wasn’t short really, for a girl, but the top shelf usually required her to stand on the lowest shelf (which she knew was a store no-no, but seriously why can’t you make the shelves just a couple inches shorter?) or make a little hop to snag it. She considered her giant belly and its hefty weight momentarily. With a shrug she gripped her belly up against her as best she could and reached the other arm high. She bent her knees and thrust up and only managed to get to her tip toes before thudding back down flat footed with a thud. She grimaced as her belly bounced down against her pelvis, a little jolt of pain and immediately afterward a wave of protest from it’s passenger as it seemed every baby inside decided to let its displeasure known in a flurry of sharp kicks and bumps. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, clearly that was a mistake, settle down guys, sorry!” She bent doubled over, hugging her middle with eyes clenched.

“Hey, you okay there? Need some help?”

Despite her discomfort, Charlie had about reached the end of her tolerance for everyone treating herself so fragile. “Look, I’m fine, I just…” she looked up to address the latest source of annoyance only to stop short. “Whoa.” This time it was her turn to give a dumb look.

The young man addressing her was standing relaxed, leaning on a broom with an easy smile on his face. He was tall, quite tall, with thick black hair as long as her own and deeply blue eyes. He looked only a few years older than Charlie herself. She couldn’t help but notice how his arms bulged, in fact all of him looked like the sort of ruggedly muscled form of someone who worked out on the farm rather than the gym. “You okay?” he repeated, holding a hand out to help Charlie steady herself.

“Yeah.” Charlie dumbly answered, taking the offered hand. It felt like iron but smooth in her hand and sent a shiver up her spine. “I’m Charlie.” she mumbled.

“Evan.”

Charlie stood frozen staring then forced her mouth closed. She gulped, reluctantly withdrawing her hand. She stood straight, ignoring the tumbling feeling at her middle, dully aware it wasn’t all due to its transient inhabitants. She fidgeted, pulling her shirt down again and running her fingers through her hair. Evan just watched patiently with his alluring little smile. “I was...beans up there…” she pointed up behind her, not daring to take her eyes off Evan’s.

“Mind if I get that for you?” Evan leaned in on her, reaching over her shoulder.

“Okay.” Charlie mumbled quietly, keenly aware a pleasantly musky scent. “I’m Charlie.”

Evan gave an amused smile, “Yes, you mentioned.” Taking his eyes off her’s for only a moment, he pulled the can down and offered it to Charlie. “Just one?”

Taking the can with both hands, she hugged it up to her chest to stifle the fluttering inside. “No, five.” She flinched and closed her eyes, “I mean, two please.”

Evan chuckled, leaning in again. He was just inches from pressing against her enlarged middle, close enough she imagined she could feel his body heat on it. He frowned and cocked his head down to look at her. “Wait, two altogether or two more?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh gawd, more please...I mean two more.” Charlie felt her face flush. Her reverie was interrupted as she heard the soft clink of Evan placing the two cans into her cart.

“Would you like any more help?” Evan offered, gesturing to her cart.

“K.” Still holding the can Evan had first given against her chest protectively she pointed into the cart’s child seat. “List...stuff.” She stammered.

Evan gave her a grin and looked over the list carefully, cross checking it with the stuff already in the cart. “Okay, seems like just a few more things.”

Charlie inwardly cursed herself about that, “K.” was all she managed to get out.

Evan started pushing the cart, looking back for her to join him. Charlie shuffled after him, can still embraced.

“So five?” Evan asked. Charlie looked up at him too stunned to ask for clarification. Evan nodded down to her middle.

Charlie uncharastically became acutely self conscious of her condition, it’s size and her general appearance. She shyly looked away, trying to suck in her gravid belly, “Oh yeah...surrogate...and stuff.” numbly rehashing her previous fiction as a way of explanation.

“Really? That’s pretty amazing.”

Charlie blinked and looked back up to Evan. “Really? You think so?”

“Oh sure. That’s quite a feat. And so generous to do that for someone.” Evan nodded sagely.

Someone of higher moral caliber would probably feel bad about accepting praise for a bold face lie. Instead, Charlie perked up, smiling happily, “Thank you!” Her previous doubt vanished and she relaxed her belly, making it bounce outward.

“And you carry it well! That’s got to be tough.” Evan added.

Charlie’s face blushed red again at the compliment.

Evan looked at her with a small look of worry. “You alright? Your face is kind of flush.” He noticed with tilt of his head.

“Ah, heat flashes...you know?” Charlie fanned her face with one hand.

He accepted her explanation with a hesitant nod “As long as you’re okay.” Evan turned away to reach for some canned peaches on her list as Charlie bit her can silently shrieking at the width of Evan’s shoulder blades.

They continued to collect the rest of the items off Charlie’s list, Evan making small chat while Charlie mumbled distracted responses. They had reached the milk, Evan effortly gripping a pair of gallon jugs with one hand and gently placing them besides the eggs. Charlie herself could do that, though not with such ease as he could and something about that really was getting her hot and bothered. She felt a pinch of a kick at her side and her hand shot down to the spot to rub without her thinking.

Evan watched the maneuver with some interest. “Baby kicking?”

Charlie gave a timid smile. “Yeah, one of them. They’re pretty active.”

Evan contemplated thoughtfully. With some consideration, he asked, “Would you mind if I felt?” At Charlie’s gasp and eyes abruptly springing open he reconsidered. He held up a hand up, frowning, “Sorry, that was rather forward of me. Forget I asked.”

Charlie shook her head with a boggled expression, “Nonono, it’s fine.” She reached out for his hand and hesitated. Evan moved his hand towards her’s and Charlie took it by the wrist with a gulp. She lowered it to her midsection along the side and gently placed his hand there.

Evan knelt down, pressing his palm against the rounded side of Charlie’s belly. He concentrated, waiting for something to happen. Charlie slid his hand down along the side and pressed it harder, making her belly shift. Evan felt a flutter beneath it, bringing a smile to his face. “That it?”

Charlie bit her lower lip and nodded. “Yeah, one of them anyway.” She released Evan’s wrist and was elated as his hand lingered on the spot. She switched her prized can to the other hand and reached for his other hand. Evan delightfully responded by bringing it forward and she gingerly placed it on the opposite side of her belly. “You’ve got to wait sometimes,” she quietly explained longingly, “it could take a few minutes.”

Evan nodded understanding, waiting. His hands wandered loosely in the general area Charlie had indicated, his fingers prodding along the surface. “It’s a lot harder than you’d think.” He noted, looking up at Charlie’s face.

“Yeah,” dreamily Charlie nodded slowly, “What is?”

Evan, with a nod to Charlie’s middle, his fingers pressing for emphasis. “Your belly. It’s really firm.”

“Oh, yeah.” Charlie blissfully agreed.

Evan chuckled, squeezing gently but firmly at the opposite sides of Charlie’s belly, making it bulge up slightly. “They’re really packed in there, huh?”

Charlie simpered at the sublime attention, “Yeah.” She cooed. There was shudder at her middle and Evan’s head recoiled in surprise though his hand stayed at Charlie’s middle.

He gave a low whistle as Charlie’s belly trembled and distorted strongly. “Well, will you look at that.” Evan curiously studied, rubbing along where the surface distended only to smooth back down, repeating the process as other bulges formed.

Charlie squeezed the can of beans so tightly she was afraid it might pop open as she relished Evan’s examination. Her skin goosebumped as he ran his hands around her middle, exploring its surface. Her eyes rolled back in her head in glee he pressed, prodded and probed her overloaded womb. She leaned into him, pushing her belly further into his grasp in encouragement.

After a few moments the movements died down and stopped. Evan straightened, removing his hands, crashing Charlie out of her trance. She stumbled and Evan caught her by the shoulder. “Heh, steady there.” He quietly chided her, waiting as she fully shook off the aftershock of the event and regained her balance.

Charlie could feel her ears burning and found it difficult to look back at him, staring off to the side bashfully. After a moment she was alerted to Evan’s extended hand. She looked back to see his warm smile.

“How about we get you checked out?” Evan offered, indicating to the last can of beans Charlie had a death grip on.

With a nervous titter, Charlie timidly relinquished the can to him which he placed in the cart. With a roll of his head, he indicated her to follow. She shuffled anxiously behind him, her heart racing at the incident that had just happened. She looked over at him, confidently pushing the cart forward with his elbows at the handle while possibly fussing with the groceries inside the cart.

He led her to the front registers, gesturing her to enter the aisle with a sweep of his arm. Charlie shyly complied, control of the cart passing back to her. “Well Charlie, here you go.” He stepped back and ran a hand through his wavy black hair. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“So many things...” Charlie murmured under her breath as she shook her head slowly.

“Okay, then. It’s been great meeting you. Thanks for shopping with us.” Evan gave a little wave, walking away, shooting her once last big smile.

“Bye.” She glumly responded with a sad little wave. She gave Evan one last long look from behind with a shake of her head and clenched teeth. “Damn.”

“Oh yah, he’s a real cutey isn’t he?” the cashier chirply disrupting her musings. “If I was twenty, thirty years younger, I’d have a go at him myself!” An older lady, she smiled jovially at Charlie. She looked down at Charlie’s middle, “Ooh, that’s quite the baby bump you got there. Too bad, eh? I think he might’ve liked you.”

Charlie narrowed her eyes and glared at the woman, trying to project her seething hatred to immolate the woman where she stood. The cashier seemed to note Charlie’s distaste, the smile disappearing and focusing on ringing up her purchases.

The same guy that had annoyed her on the way in came to the register to offer to bag her groceries. With a glare he wiped the smile from his face and bagged the groceries in silence. Charlie beckoned tersely with a finger and he followed her to the van, placing the groceries inside. Charlie growled at him as he offered any further assistance sending him scurrying off.

Squeezing back into the front seat, Charlie took a moment. She suddenly gave in to a fit of frustrated defeat, stamping her feet and beating her fist on the steering wheel. She tried to bite the rim in frustration but was unable to lean forward far enough to do it. She tired quickly and slumped in her seat. Annoyed at not asking for or being asked for her number by the dreamy Evan she sulked for a couple minutes before reaching over for the remainder of her lunch burger. She bit off a rough chunk and gnawed on it angrily for a second before rolling the window down and spitting it out. She took a swig of her drink but spit that out too as it had become watered down with melted ice. With a final snarl of irritation she cranked the engine and headed home.

Charlie slammed the door of the house, no one else home to complain about it and went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. The paint she had left in the shed and the receipt for the laundry she impaled with a thumbtack to the message board. She emptied the grocery bags, fuming about her missed opportunity with Evan. Systematically she sorted the food to their proper locations starting with the cold stuff first. She was just finishing, slamming the can goods into the cupboards when she froze, can of beans in her hand. She noticed something on the bottom lid and slowly tipped it towards herself. Scrawled in magic marker, she noticed writing. Evan’s name...and a telephone number!

She squealed excitedly and held the can up to her cheek, bouncing up and down hysterically and ignoring the sharp twangs of pains each down bounce gave as her belly thudded up against her rib cage and down into her pelvis. She lovingly gave the can a smooch and ran, well, ungainly wobbled up the stairs to her room. She burst in and set the can on her desk, getting her phone out. No, it was too early she realized. Undoubtedly he would still be at work. She looked at the clock, it was barely in the afternoon. She would call him later in the evening, when it would be more likely that he had gotten off shift. But in the meantime…

She looked down to her insanely enlarged middle with a grateful smile. She had made it home with it safe and sound and could still count on at least a few hours to enjoy it before the babies within went back to their mothers when the magic that held them there ran its course. She took a quick shower to relax and wipe the grime of the days strenuous activity. She dressed in something comfortable and appropriately loose, a set of baby doll style pajamas she usually found too saccharine to wear but it suited her mood at this moment. She dutifully took pictures to document her success, of course, taking measurements and jotting them down quickly in her notebook. She whisted appreciatively, noting she had surpassed her previous records by a wide (pun intended) margin. She chortled as she ran her hands pleasantly over the smooth surface of flesh tightly drawn over the brimming volume of her solidly packed uterus. She turned on to her bed, crawling across it to the head of it, her belly dragging along the surface as it hung beneath. She rolled over when she reached the pillows, snuggling in comfortably before reaching over to the can of beans with Evan’s number on it.

“So dear Evan, perhaps you’d like a more thorough look at my tummy?” she coyly purred at the substitute Evan. She placed the can back on the nightstand, wiggling comfortably into the bed. She slipped up the hem of her top to expose her belly, jutting from her otherwise slender form towards the ceiling. She seductively slid her hands down its sides, working around the curves where it bulged past her waistline. “Go ahead sweety, take a good, hard look.” She rubbed it, and drew a hand back to her mouth, nibbling on the tip of her finger with a coquettishly innocent look, imagining that he was there with her. “And, don’t be afraid of being a little rough, we can handle it.” She added, with a little pat a top her tummy.
Charlie: Side Job part 2

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Charlie sprung from bed, ready for the day. No work, no family around and no obligations, she was ready to have a day to herself. She threw on a loose shirt and shorts. “Hopefully not for long,” she thought as she tucked her black wool cap into her back pocket, and headed for downstairs. A quick breakfast and she’d be on her way to whatever adventure the day held for her. With ideas swimming in her head as to what to do, she opened the door to her room only to notice a folded note taped to the outside of her door.

She pulled the note free, unfolding to read it. “Charlie, I need you to do a couple errands for me…” she read aloud, her voice trailing off as she skimmed over it. A look of disappointment slowly grew on her face. She pouted and groaned melodramatically, “Moooommm, whhhy?” Her plans were dashed before they’d started. “These aren’t a couple errands! You’re going to have me driving around town all day!” She wound her arm back to throw the note down but hesitated. Her frustration grew until she stamped her feet in a little tantrum dance and stuffed the note into her pocket in resignation. Projecting as much dissatisfaction as she could to any of the nonexistent witness of her inconvenience, she stomped through the house. She picked up the dry cleaning left for her to drop off, the list of groceries and cash on the kitchen counter, and from her dad the color code for a few gallons of paint he wanted which annoyed her even more as she knew it meant she’d probably had some painting to look forward to in the near future on top of everything else. She grumbled unintelligently out the house and into her van, forgetting her desire for breakfast. Her brow furrowed in a foul mood. She pulled out the driveway and headed down the street.

She had already mentally prepared her trip in her head, figuring groceries would have to be last no matter what. The dry cleaning was the furthest point of her journey as her mother insisted on using a particular dry cleaner that was over towards the more business oriented end of town. Her mother had used it for years and Charlie had been there many times but it was always hard to spot as it was wedged in an area of nearly identical warehouse and storage units with the occasional hotel mixed in.

A bit later she reached the general area and began to search. She swept her eyes from side to side looking for landmarks that would indicate what street she would have to turn on while she also looked at the street names.

“No...no….no…” she muttered to herself, rejecting each intersection. As she passed one of the hotel complexes, her eyes glanced over their marquee. She looked away as it wasn’t relevant to what she was looking for but then her eyes suddenly bulged as her brain had digested what she had seen. Her eyes snapped back as she realized that it was actually something oh so very relevant. Luckily, there was no traffic on the street as she suddenly slammed the brakes and skid to a halt. She stared hard at the marquee, checking and rechecking to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing.

The sign read:

Pregnancy Pageantry
Largest Pregnancy Expo In North America!

Charlie gulped, her mind blank. She robotically turned the wheel, maneuvering her van into the hotel parking. She hopped out and hustled across the lot to a cluster of cars gathered around the convention side. She fidgeted with her hat, kneading the course wool between her fingers in anticipation despite having seen nothing to use it on yet. It took a moment for her rational mind to catch up. At that point the realisation struck her that what she sought would naturally be inside the building and she would likely not be allowed in as she did not have a pass to do so. She thought quickly and looked around. Inspiration struck her as she saw that further back, around the bend of the convention building, a great number of trucks and busses were parked. These would likely be where the companies and vendors for the expo had parked to unload their wares through the rear service area. She formed a quick if somewhat stupid plan and went that way to implement it.

She found her way to where she saw people bringing in boxes labeled with the corporate logos for various maternity fashion lines. It wasn’t extremely busy but everyone seemed to be focused on what they were doing. She slunk along the edges of this activity until she found what she was looking for, a paper sign marked ‘Dressing’ with an arrow pointing towards an open door. There was a rather bored looking man standing near it with a badge marked ‘security’ hanging from a lanyard. She watched from a discrete distant to see if her plan was viable. After a moment a woman, very pretty and sporting a pregnant bump, walked up to the door. He straightened up attentively and smiled at the woman who smiled back, flashing her badge marked ‘model’. He did nothing to stop her and went back to his bored stance at the door after she passed through. Charlie nodded grimly and set her plan into motion. She snuck nearer to the entrance and waited. After a few minutes another pregnant woman came along, quite good looking though not as large as the first that had entered.

Charlie slipped her cap over her head and waited for the woman to get near. Mentally she reached out, focusing on her desire for the woman’s pregnant state to be her own and as she got within range the model’s belly fell flat as Charlie’s own swelled outward in a sudden thrust. Charlie smiled down at, running her hand down it pleased. It wasn’t very large, looking like maybe on the border between second and third trimester but enough to go on to the next part of her plan. The woman continued unaware of the sudden change in her figure and flashed her badge to the guard who merely acknowledged her with a wave and a nod.

Charlie ducked around a corner and straightened out her shirt. She took a couple of deep breaths to settle her nerves tried her best to mimic the previous model’s air of indifferent haughtiness. She strode out from the corner, nose lifted a bit in the air. She suddenly stopped and hopped back around the corner, removing her hat off her head then continuing on as casually as she could. She walked confidently towards the guard giving him a nod which he returned as she passed by him. She was cheering herself inside until she felt her blood run cold with a simple phrase.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Charlie slowly pivoted around to face the guard, an uneasy smile on her face. “Y-yes? Me?”

He gave her a terse smile. “Your badge miss?”

“Badge?” Charlie stammered.

The guard pulled up his lanyard, jiggling the badge hanging from it, “Yes, your badge?”

“Oh, well I’m one of the models.” Charlie said, putting her hand on the bump at her middle as if that explained everything.

“I see, but you’re supposed to have an ID badge.”

Charlie gave a blank stare for a second then smiled quickly, “Oh, yeah, right, but they told me to get one inside. I’m a last minute fill in.”

“Uh huh.” The man said sounding incredulously. He gave her a good look up and down. “Who are you here with?”

“What?” Charlie asked confused.

“What company? Which designer? I’m going to need your name too, so I can call them to verify you’re with them. You understand right?”

“Uh.” Charlie sidestepped a bit, inching a little closer through the doorway. “Pierre.” She blurted out as the guard looked like he was about to lose patience with her.

“Pierre?” he repeated back to her

“Yeah, Pierre is who I’m modeling for.” Charlie took the confusion to take a couple more steps backwards through the door.

“Pierre? Pierre who? Is a company or a person?” The guard was confused and getting annoyed. His hand started drifting down towards his walkie talkie.

“Pierre, just Pierre. Ya’ know, like Cher.” Charlie rolled her eyes, sighing in annoyance. “Look, there he is now, just talk to him yourself.” Charlie pointed over his shoulder.

The guard, utterly confused as to what this was all about, turned around to look. He looked but saw no one that looked like a ‘Pierre’ or anyone else for that matter coming in his direction. He realized his mistake at about the same time he heard sneakers thudding down the hallway behind him. “Oh for…” He spun around and saw Charlie sprinting down the hallway just before she skidded around the corner of the intersecting hallway. With an angry grunt he took off after her.

He came around the corner into a hallway that lead into the dressing areas. There were a few people standing out in the hallway, mostly pushing rolling clothing carts to the dressing area and out to the floor for display. There were a handful of women, some pregnant, many not, but none that looked like his gatecrasher.  He huffed heavily to catch his breath and scanned the crowd. Nothing seemed amiss. If she had come through here, she was long gone. “How the hell someone pregnant move so fast?” he wheezed aloud before giving up his search. He turned and headed back to his post.

As he did, Charlie, her dirty blonde, shoulder length hair tucked up into cap, turned to watch sided eyed from where she was pushing one of the clothes carts. Having released the pregnancy and looking slim again, simply tossing on a shirt from the rack over what she was wearing was enough to slip past his attention. It was too bad she had to ditch the belly but she knew there was plenty of opportunities before her. She took off the shirt and returned it to the cart which she pushed to the side of the hall while looking around for what offerings were at hand. It was a bit of a let down as most of the women here who were pregnant weren’t very. She normally liked them as big as she could find them but she wasn’t feeling too picky so just chose the two largest in the immediate area. Between the two of them she looked fairly large had she just been carrying one which was good enough for the time being. Especially as she felt she needed to keep up the fiction that she was here as a model. She slipped into an empty dressing room to see if she could find an unused card but the best she could find was an empty lanyard and card sleeve. She got an idea and found a bit of card stock from a box. Carefully she cut it until it fit in the sleeve. The badges that she saw had all been a white plastic with an emblem of the convention center and the word ‘model’ ‘vendor’ ‘guest’ printed on the front with the convention logo. Slinging the badge on she looked down. At a cursory examination, it looked like a badge that had flipped around backwards. Charlie beamed a proud smile at her own cleverness and after a quick check to make sure the coast was clear, headed out on the prowl.

The main expo floor was a bizarre mix of stages with models and mannequins showing off the latest in maternity fashion.  Charlie thought were either hideous or designed to hide the pregnancy rather than accentuate it. The model themselves were also rather disappointing. If they weren’t wearing a rather bad fake belly they were not very pregnant themselves. The two she had found before seemed to be par for the course. While there were more pregnancies in general then she typically found at any venue, the choices weren’t great.

“Security. All security, be advised.” A nearby radio crackled on the hip of a security guard. Charlie stopped, placing a clump of convention goers between herself and the guard. “We have a gatecrasher on premise. Description as follows, young woman, late teens, possibly early twenties. Dirty blonde hair. Slim but pregnant, probably about six months.”

Another voice crackled on to the radio, “Gee Frank, that’s about half the girls modeling here.”

There was a snicker from the guard who she was watching and he added, raising the radio to his mouth, “Yeah, you want to be a little more specific?

“Yeah, haha, hold on, I’m getting to that. Wearing light blue t-shirt and black shorts. And definitely doesn’t look like a model. Real plain Jane.”

Charlie took offense to that. But more importantly she realized she would need to change her look. The two undersized bellies she had taken made her look certainly more than six months but that was a rather subjective thing so she decided that different clothes would be in order. She regretted having put the shirt she had thrown over her own earlier back on the rack, but ironically, she didn’t feel right about stealing. She joined a group of people moving away from the guard for cover and looked around. After a moment she found what she was looking for, a booth advertising a line of skin care products that seemed to be handing out t-shirt with their product logo. Keeping an eye out behind her, she slipped up to the booth, pretending to look over their literature. She skimmed over it, information blurbs about various ointments and creams. There was a lot to do with ‘natural oils’ and ‘reinvigorating energies’ mixed in with what looked like unfounded medical testimony giving her the impression that the snake oil was thick in these products.

“Hi, do you have any questions?”

Charlie’s eyes snapped up to the smiling booth attendant who had suddenly appeared next to her. “Oh, no, well, yeah.”

“All our products are guaranteed 100% organic, gluten-free, vegan compliant and only acquired from responsible sustainable sources.” The attendant chirped proudly.

Charlie blinked and looked at the jars and tubes filled with goo. “What do you do, eat it?

The attendant laughed a little too loud for Charlie’s comfort but shook her head in amusement. “Oh no no, although it does nurture the skin. Would you care for a demonstration?”

“No not really.” Charlie answered but before she knew what was happening, the woman had her by the wrist and was squeezing a cold gloppy dollop on the back of hand. She cringed as attendant cooed over it and worried it into her skin. The combination of gritty, slimey and clammy cold made her recoil in disgust. “That’s….” Charlie searched for the words.

“Revitalizing? Energizing?” the attendant helpfully offered.

“It’s certainly woke me up.” Charlie admitted, trying to pull her hand free.

“That would be the ground pure quartz crystals aligning your micro chakras.” She looked down to Charlie’s protruding belly with a gleam in her eye. “Of course, this is intended to be applied on the belly swelling with new life to ease…” She said slowly and deliberately as her free hand drifted down to Charlie’s middle, fingers reaching out as if to lift the hem of her shirt.

Charlie interrupted her with a quick yank and got her hand free, hopping back a couple feet away from the evidently nutty attendant. She crossed her arms over her middle defensively. “Hey, that sounds great! Maybe you could just give me a sample to try out own my own. Maybe one of those t-shirts too?” Charlie nodded to the folded pile on the table.

Nonplused by Charlie’s reaction the attendant gave a very pleased smile, “Of course!” She turned and took one of the shirts off the counter and scooped an assortment of bottles and tubes off the table and tossed them into a plastic bag. She turned and offered them to Charlie who took them cautiously from as far as she could stretch to reach.

“Okay, thanks, bye!” Charlie waved quickly as she retreated from the booth.

“You’re welcome, enjoy the convention!”

Charlie shook her head, “What a weirdo, and that’s coming from me.” She dug out the bright yellow shirt from the bag. She shook it out to figure out the top from the bottom and slid it on. It was fairly large, fitting over her belly easily with room to spare. It was long enough to cover up some of her shorts which helped as a disguise. She already had her hair tucked up her hat so there wasn’t much more she could do there. She figured she looked rather conspicuous the way she was dressed but she didn’t match the description she had heard earlier she figured. Looking for a mirror she decided to see. “Let’s see, let’s see…” She paused and examined her reflection. She couldn’t do much about her hair but hide it, she couldn’t do much about her youthful appearance. Maybe find a pair of sunglasses or something was about it. Her belly was larger than described but not by much. “Huh?” That brought her attention to what was on the t-shirt. The bright yellow shirt, clearly made to attract attention, had scrawled on it in large black letters over her belly

GLOW!
as you
GROW!

Charlie frowned, shoulders slumped. She felt ridiculous. “Well, maybe it’ll distract from the rest of me.” She gave a sigh and continued on.

Pickings were still slim. She had picked up one more passenger during the hunt, now barely looking like a satisfactory twinner in her opinion. She was considering just cutting the hunt off as despite her optimistic hopes the convention had been turning into a bit of a bust. Charlie’s expectations of a pregnancy convention would be finding a hall full of the largest, ripest bellies she’d ever seen, but that was more of a biased belief than something grounded in reality. Models for maternity clothing weren’t likely to actually be pregnant, and if they were, they certainly wouldn’t be in their late pregnancy and travelling. She was somewhere in her mind dimly aware of this logic and becoming irritable as she slowly was becoming cognizant of it. With a huff she pouted and turned to head out the conventions from entrance when she saw it. The absolutely illogical motherlode.

Off the main convention floor, tucked into a corner near the front of the hall there was a large stage set. There were rows of seats arranged before it and some booths to the side. I was a rather elaborate set up for a company she didn’t recognize. The name was something that looked Scandanavian in origin based off the characters used and there were images of waterfalls and streams. Perhaps some sort of mineral water or energy drink, Charlie thought dimly. Dimly because her attention was focused almost exclusively on the stage itself. Or rather what was on it.

There were a dozen models arranged on the stage, six to each side of a short, older man in a sky blue suit, which matched the general color palette of the rest of the stage decorations, addressing the crowd. The women were tall, athletic looking, and trim and each sported a rather prominent, largely rounded belly beneath their sleek dress. Charlie continued to study them as she approached the pavilion area quickly. She felt like any moment she’d discover that they were actually wearing some sort of fake bump or that their size was just a delusion in her mind, play of the light or some other trickery but as she got closer the opposite became more clear. She scooted her way to the closest seats to the stage she could find, plopping down hurriedly amongst the other spectators.

The women were much taller than she had thought. Each looked to be approaching 6 foot in height and rather than the stretched waify look of most models, they looked much more like the sort that ate heartily and exercised regularly and lived an active lifestyle. This only impressed more on her the size of their middles as usually a very tall women would not appear as relatively large as a shorter woman. If they were all carrying twins, it wouldn’t have surprised Charlie one bit, but listening to the announcer on stage, this didn’t seem to be the case.

“Our specially formulated prenatal beverage is made to provide one hundred percent of all the vitamins, minerals and other vital nutrients to provide maximized health for your precious unborn child. These women,” the man gestured the women sharing the stage with him, “have each taken our product throughout their pregnancy, along with good diet and regular exercise, and I think the results speak for themselves.” He finished with a wink. He waited for the applause to end before continuing. “The babies of each of these fine mothers-to-be show excellent health and are in the top percentile of development.” He paused momentarily for some applause and went to the woman nearest on his right.

“And the mother’s themselves have had a happy, healthy pregnancy. But don’t take it from me, let’s see what lovely Astrid has to say. Astrid how are you feeling?” He leaned the microphone to the blonde woman, who smiled warmly.

“Oh, I feel fabulous!” She earnestly exclaimed, speaking with a nordic accent. “I am very full of energy!” She emphasised with a clenched fist. She then placed it top her belly, rubbing it with a little anguished look, frowning dramatically for the audience. “And so is little Jensen.” She mocked reacting to a kick from her belly and she and the announcer joined the audience in laughing.

“Not so little Jensen, right?” The announcer joked with her.

“No, very big Jensen!” She joked back, cradling her belly.

There was another round of laughter along with more applause.

“Thank you, thank you. Now, please, feel free to speak with our representatives about our amazing Alemona Natural Prenatal Nutrient Formulas.” There was a final round of applause, for which Charlie joined in enthusiastically for completely different reasons then the rest of the crowd and the models turned to exit the stage, half going one direction while the others headed in the opposite.

Charlie thought quickly. If she raced to either end of the stage, she could have her pick of half the models before they disappeared behind stage. That would leave her six, more than enough as she’d never been able to handle more than five. Given the pronounced size of these, she wasn’t even sure she’d be able to handle four! With haste she decided she’d go with the left wing exit as Astrid’s talk of ‘little’ Jensen’s kicking had whet her desire to judge for herself. First things first, she dismissed the three much smaller babies she’d been carrying, mentally wishing them well even if they weren’t up to snuff for keeping around. No, she had much bigger prizes in mind.

She raced down the edge of the stage, earning dirty looks from the confused photographers that were snapping off the last few pictures or already packing their equipment. Charlie beat the women by a wide margin, giving her time to plan out her actions. Charlie’s excitement mounted as they came closer.  The size of their gravid bellies only seeming to grow as they approached. She patted her flat belly and gave it an anticipatory little rub as the first of the women entered range. She mentally reached out, imagining in her mind’s eye an arm stretching out to the woman’s middle. There was an illusion of a tug in head and the woman’s belly suddenly collapsed, the domed surface of her dress suddenly fluttering down against her now flat, toned belly. Charlie felt a surge at her middle which made her straighten as her own belly swelled roundly. In an instance she felt the elastic band of her shorts slide down below her belly button to rest snuggly below her now pregnant belly. It was certainly a big baby, she thought to herself as she involuntarily let out a puff of air from the compression against her diaphragm. She placed her palm a top her belly and gave an ‘oof!’ as her belly quivered from the baby’s kick. It jostled a little, seemingly trying to find a more comfortable position. Charlie grinned and brought her eyes back up as the next model approached. “Don’t get too comfy junior, you’re going to be getting some company.” Once again she willed the woman’s pregnancy to be her own and her belly grew in a quick burst once more. This time Charlie was forced the lean back  to give the second baby room. The wrinkles of the once oversized shirt smoothed over her expanded middle, the word ‘GLOW’ angling up to her view along the top of her belly, albeit upside down to her perspective. Charlie slump forward and stumbled, even as her belly twitched with the second baby settling in snugly. She gripped her middle and giving it a little shake as if to get the attention of the two babies within. “Hey, c’mon, settle down in there! Ah crap!” Charlie chastised herself as she noticed the third woman was nearly off the stage and ready to turn backstage out sight.

Hastily she commanded the hat into action. She held her belly to support it as it explosively grew larger. Her eyes went wide as she felt her balance shift forward. She staggered towards the edge of the stage and shot an arm out, holding on to keep from tipping forward. These kids were bruisers! Huffing for breath, she leaned over with one arm for support holding her up and ran her other hand over her middle. It was already very tight and felt heavy. Every so often a little internal jolt would hit her as one of the babies struck her in the ribs, kidneys or other internal organs. “Oh man, I don’t know if I can do this, you guys are huge!” She watched in disbelief as the fourth model walked past her and was unable to summon the willpower to continue. “C’mon girl, you can do this!” She told herself. She had done quintuplets before, a few times in fact. But this time she had a little voice of doubt inside that told her she had bit off more than she could chew. She grit her teeth and furrowed her brow. “No! I can do this!” She admonished herself with a clenched fist. “I can do this! I will do this!”

She looked up and stood straight, focusing on the fifth model, now halfway down the stairs. She blew out a slow breath and defiant to her inner doubt braced herself. She let out a small groan as her belly stretched fuller with the fourth baby’s arrival. Her belly thrust outward and swelled to the sides, her knees buckling at the increased weight. Already she felt she was as large as she had ever gotten. The surface of her belly felt tight, practically quivering from the internal pressure. She truly wasn’t sure if she could handle more but the last model was on her way down the steps. In a moment the opportunity would be gone forever. She ran her hands down her middle, feeling the weighty swollen solidity of it. She had to try. Summoning up the will and courage to continue, she resolutely focused on Astrid’s middle. “Alright Jensen, let’s see what you got.” Charlie snarled through gritted teeth. “Ungh!” Her look of determination quickly changed to a stressed look of uncertainty. Her breath rushed out as her belly grew once again. The amount of growth was not nearly as dramatic, as say, from the first to the second, but it felt much more substantial  to Charlie. She stumbled, knees wobbling and managed to stumble over to the nearby chairs. With a sharp pain to her posterior she plopped down on the chair, her legs giving out short of actually lowering her onto the seat. She gulped for air as she held her overly swollen middle. “Oh man,” she said between gasps, “I think I’m going to pop!” She considered for a moment that she may have crossed the ill defined line of her limits and should release the babies back to their mothers but decided to wait a moment before commiting. She felt shifts and kicks from her middle as she got her breath back. Her belly quavered and shifted as the babies within jockeyed around for position. Slowly she felt a modicum of relief as it seemed that the contents inside her abused womb reached some sort of equilibrium, a peace reached between its occupants.

Charlie sighed in relief and ran her hands slowly over the hugely swollen form of her belly. She happily smiled as her fingers slipped apart, not quite reaching over the furthermost part of the swell. As the tension eased a bit she felt a growing sense of accomplishment. She chortled happily and patted her belly with both hands, the taut surface drumming a slight thump with each impact.

“Ah, miss? You okay?”

Charlie jumped and turned to look at the photographer looking at her with concern. “Uhhh.”

“Do you need some help? Should I call security?” He asked, looking her over nervously.

“NO!” she shouted, louder than she had intended making the photographer hop in alarm. She forced a mellow smile, trying to reassure him. “No! No, thank you, I’m fine.” She started to rock to get to her feet. Time for her to make a ‘discreet’ exit.

“Are you sure, ‘cause you kind of looked like you were-HOLY COW!” The photographer suddenly let out, leaping back as Charlie got to her feet.

Charlie rocked, hands on her back as she stretched causing her belly to jut out even more. The words ‘GLOW as you GROW’ stretched across the giant sphere, just barely draped off the bottom of the protruding mound. The letters cracking apart from the strain but still legible. “What?” She looked down at her middle, not being remotely able to see her feet even when she lifted one up a bit. “Oh, yeah, um, guess that’s a bit startling.” She tried to look around it, looking towards the ground. “Do you happen to see a plastic bag around here?” She turned in a circle, her belly swinging wide to give the shocked photographer a frightful view of it in pure profile. “Oh, there it is.” Charlie squatted down parallel to the chairs slightly to reach the bag.

From behind her, the photographer could clearly see the swells of the side her belly past what normally the be young lady’s waist. “Look, I think maybe you should just sit. I’ll get some help, okay?” He stumbled back and ran, giving her a last quick look before dashing into the convention floor crowd.

“NO! No, no, no! Don’t do that...oh crap.” Charlie quickly gathered her things and waddled off, cradling her titanic belly for support. “Part one of the plan complete, now on to part two, making a clean getaway!”

Charlie broke out the hustle and double time waddled her way out of there. She spun around in an ungainly wide u-turn as she neared where the main concourse met with the seating area with a look of dread as she spotted the well intentioned but unfortunate return of the photographer with three security personal in tow. Charlie cut across the rows of seating to get to the opposite exit. She forged through the still dissipating spectators, causing many to nearly fall over their seats in their haste to get out of her ways. There were shocked and surprised looks on their faces, stunned at seeing someone so hugely pregnant in such a hurry to pass.

“Pardon, excuse, pardon, MOVE!” She hissed at people, looking back behind her occasionally to see if she was being pursued. The photographer had led the guards near the front row where he had last seen her, seemingly explaining his concern and gesticulating wildly about her size. To her distress she noted that one of the guards was ‘Frank’ from earlier and he looked over in her direction only just as she managed to look away. She hoped he hadn’t seen her but that hope was dashed as she heard a flurry of activity across the seatings from where the men stood.

“Yeah, that’s her.” She imagined she heard the nosy good samaritan say. It might have just been her paranoid imagination but she wasn’t taking any chances. She redoubled her efforts and tried to merge into the crowd to lose them as she exited the seating area. Unfortunately she didn’t have much luck there as the inconveniently large size of her belly drew attention from the crowd around her like a flare. People gawked, some amused, thinking it was some sort of gag prosthetic and others in slacked jawed surprise at such in exaggerated pregnant form. Whatever the reason, the effect was the same, she left a wake of turned heads and parted crowd wherever she went. She could hear her chase party some distance behind her, asking the crowd that reformed behind her to move. She cursed her position, stuck between being slowed down but also unwilling to ditch the burdensome bounty she had purleoned. Belly pendoulously rocking back and forth before her as she waddled as fast as she could, she pressed on but felt she was losing the race.

She finally caught a break as she heard a loud ‘look out!’ behind her. She only snatched a quick look but did notice one of the booths behind her shake and tip and watched the pressboard signage over it fall over into the crowd, evidently in the path of the guards. She was counting her blessings at the fortunate accident when she noticed the strange booth attendant from before standing behind her fallen smiling benevolently directly at her. The woman gave a little wave and Charlie felt an ernest smile as she shot back the lady a thumbs up of approval. Her distraction had given Charlie the break she needed and she quickly peeled a sharp turn towards the double doors of a fire exit. She thanked her continued luck as she pushed open the doors without being treated to the sound of a triggered alarm. As she stepped through though, she did consider momentarily whether this was the best course of action as once through the doors would be locked behind her. Her decision to go came easy as she spotted the pursuit party coming so slipped inside and closed the doors. She leaned back on them, both in a vain effort to brace them should they have seen her and decide to come through after her and to gasp huge gulps of air to catch her breath. She peeked through one of the safety glass windows carefully and watched them past, Frank at the tail of the group. He stopped blinking, almost as if he sensed he was being watched but Charlie ducked aside before he looked her way. She waited a few tense seconds and then hazarded another look but he was gone, most probably rejoining the pursuits with the others.

Charlie let out a long, drawn out breath and focused on getting her breathing back to normal. Her enormous belly heaved big and bigger with every ragged gasp. She giggled softly from the release of tension for at least temporarily throwing off her tail and patted the top of her huge belly. “Geeze, the troubles I go through for you.” She said to her middle which briefly shifted and kicked in response. She put her hands to the small of her back and twisted from side to side, hearing a few pops in her spine and feeling the tendons relax and gave her a belly a quick but hearty rub. “Okay, let’s all get out of here, k guys?” She said down to her middle as if expecting an answer. There was a few flutters she interpreted as agreement and set out towards a way outside, following the evacuation arrows placed in case of fire.

About halfway towards the end of the building where it faced the main parking lot one of the fire exit doors creaked open. A black capped head, some blonde strands of hair streaming from beneath it, poked out, took a quick look around and closed the door again. After a moment the door opened again and the same head poked out but took a longer look. Satisfied the coast was clear, a yellow shirt clad young woman came out, removing her wool cap and giving it a kiss before shoving it into her back pocket. The shirt was pulled tight, the words ‘GLOW’ and ‘GROW’ stretched across the front of what appeared like a tremendously huge round sphere bulging out from the girl’s abdomen which looked it stuck out nearly half her height from the back of her waist to around it’s furthest point. The girl smiled proudly like she didn’t have a care in the world and proceeded across the parking lot picking her way between cars. Her belly swayed widely from side to side as she did, so large as to cause her to backtrack occasionally as she failed to comfortably squeeze between cars that were parked too close together.

Charlie started fishing her keys out of her pockets as she neared her van, angling away towards the back of the van as she decided that it would probably be easier to get in through the back and squeeze into the driver’s seat rather than climb in through the driver’s side door due to her girth and weight. She unlocked the door and was pulling it open as a hand slapped down next to her’s and slammed the door shut. Charlie staggered and drew back in surprise to see the smirking face of Frank the Obstinate Security Guard.

“Gotcha!” He triumphantly spat.

Charlie shivered and opened her mouth but no words came out, too scared as she realized she’d been caught.

Frank waggled a finger at her, “You think you can get past me, nice try girl!”

Charlie gulped and looked around. There were no other guards here which wasn’t much of a comfort as she knew all Frank had to do was radio for help. For all she knew, he may have already done so and was just delaying her until their arrival.

“You think you can just waltz in wherever you like? This is private property and what you’ve done is trespass kiddo.” Frank gloated.

She couldn’t run from him, not in her state. She could will her precious cargo back to their proper mothers and make a break for it but what would that accomplish? He knew this was her van so she’d be pinched even if she made a clean getaway. And to give up her titanic prize now? After all this work? Her face hardened as she watched the triumphant look on Frank’s face, raising his walkie talkie to his mouth.

Frank paused with confusion as he saw the now stoned face Charlie raise her arms to him, hands closed together, wrists up. “Go ahead.” She sneered at him.

“What?”

Charlie took a step forward and brought her wrists closer to his face. “Go ahead, cuff me.”

“I don’t want to if I don’t have to...” He started and Charlie cut him off with a wry grin.

“No no no, I insist. Slap the cuffs on me. Call the cops, go on.” She taunted him.

Frank scowled at her, “I will if you want me to.”

Charlie grinned mischievously at him, “Oh, please, I do, I really do.” She took a step back from him as he suspiciously glared at her. She waved her hands down to her middle. “Please, go ahead, be the guy who arrested the very pregnant teenager.”

A hint of concerned flashed across Frank’s face.

Charlie continued, stroking her pregnant belly tenderly, “Be the guy who called the police to drag the poor little pregnant girl to be dragged off to jail.”

He scowled, seeing what she was playing at but was cut off before he can protest.

Charlie gave him and evil grin, “And when they get here, you know what they’ll find?” She hissed at him. Then her face turned angelic, her eyes widened and her mouth drew into a pout. Her lip quivered and eyes grew watery, “This poor defenseless girl, crying her eyes out, frightened by the mean ole man that says he’s going to throw her in prison.” she jutted her belly out, rocking side to side, “And her poor babies too.”

It finally seemed to hit Frank at last exactly what Charlie looked like. She looked ready to burst, more so literally than anyone he had ever seen in life. That staggered him a bit, he couldn’t imagine why she’d been so hard to spot looking so ridiculously pregnant even if it was a convention for pregnancy fashion and products. And then the look on her face! Even knowing it was an act, the puppy dog eyes were very convincing. She put on a good show of looking helpless and frail and didn’t doubt she was someone that could cry on command. His will to continue was fraying. Looking down at her middle, as she held it, giving him a convincing wince of pain as he watched, he worried. What if she had a complication from stress? What if she went into labor? What would the guys think of him?

He fumed, “Fine, get out of here!” Putting his radio back on his belt. “You win, you, you...you little devil girl!”

Charlie bounced triumphantly with a smile, opening the door again. She smiled sweetly and fluttered her eyelids, straining up into the back of her van. She slammed the back door shut and flipped Frank double fingers unseen through the closed doors, sticking her tongue out for good measure. She swayed through the van and squeezed around to the front seat after setting it fully as back as it would go and still only barely squeezed in. She rolled the window down to adjust the mirror and saw Frank still behind the van, glaring at her with folded arms. As she turned over the engine he walked up to her window. She nonchalantly extended the seatbelt and exhaling as much as she could to fit it under her pendulous belly.

“Hey, you better watch it.” Frank warned her.

“About what?”

“You think this is all fun and games, but you’re heading down a bad path.” He dramatically warned him.

With a snort, Charlie rebutted, “Of sneaking into conventions?”

He vaguely gestured through the door, towards her middle. “Well, you think you’re funny? What do you think your future is going to be like, in your condition.”

Charlie delayed her answer until her van was in reverse and pulling away, “Oh well gee, guess you’re right. I certainly don’t want to end up AS A SECURITY GUARD!” She yelled as she slammed it into drive and drove away.

She had a good laugh, patting her belly as she turned back on the main street. She shook her head and wiped a tear of laughter which was interrupted as she noticed there was something irritating her back side. She squirmed and shifted, pressing her belly against the steering wheel as she dug under her butt and felt something there on the seat. She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, the words, ‘Charlie, I need’ just visible. She blinked, memories suddenly firing. She looked to the passenger’s seat and saw the fold stack of shirts and slacks. She groaned and rolled her eyes, slapping her forehead, “Oh damn it, the errands!”

She looked at the laundry, looked at the note, and then looked down at her enlarged middle. She repeated the process a couple times and then stared out the window, her left eye twitching. Vaguely she felt a few kicks at her middle.

“Ungh!” She groaned. She took a deep breath and calmed down, “Okay, no problem. I do a few errands, I get home, and I’ve still got plenty of hours to enjoy this. No problem!” She turned down the street, looking for the dry cleaners again, knowing it wasn’t far. “No sweat, right?” She patted her belly, talking to the boisterous babies within. “You guys can keep me company, it's like a fun outing for all of us.”
Charlie: Side Job part 1
This is an official/unofficial edition to the Charlie stories. It was a commission paid for by www.deviantart.com/qwerty2999/ who has also posted it. Be sure to thank him if you enjoyed the story since he commissioned it. This is the first half of the story since Deviant Art seems to have some sort of distaste for literature and limits the length of submissions but seems to have no problem with file sizes of images.
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It's been 4 years since I've posted anything on my page. It's not that I haven't been doing anything, I've still been writing Olympic Dames and related materials but I haven't done anything here for this page of my own here. Still though, from time to time I get asked if there's going to be any more Charlie stories.

Short answer, no.

Longer answer...Charlie came into existence as a character because I can not simply have an idea for a picture without having context or forming context afterwards. She was inspired by a commercial I saw for bank account/credit card fraud security. A pregnant woman is walking down a sidewalk, she bumps into someone. Apologies are exchanged and when she starts walking away she realizes she's not pregnant.

So I thought that would be interesting for a picture and asked Kaileighblue (artist of Olympic Dames if you don't know who that is.) She drew the idea, a girl stealing pregnancy from a couple of pregnant women and she put the thief in a stereotypical thief outfit (black sweater and pants, black wool cap). I thought it was funny because it was such a non subtle outfit and she off handily said that in her head the hat was magic and let her do it. The idea clicked in my head so I came up with a backstory and wrote a couple of stories about it. I decided to share them with the public because why not.

A lot of people said they liked them. A lot of people also have said how I can 'improve' them. Mpreg, breast expansion, labor, hyper-expansion and just a lot of other things that I'm not personally in to. People wanted to introduce their own characters, cross it with some other story, one guy copied the idea and made his own stories using the same seed but taking it in his preferences direction. For that and many other reasons, I've lost interest in making any more. I have an outline of how the series ends, but I don't see any point in bothering because there isn't any point. I know how the story ends and no one else seems to really want the things I want.

This isn't meant as an insult to others, or that I'm mad or disappointed or anything like that, its just that I don't see a point in bothering to tell a story that is considered too vanilla or whatever for others to be interested. Everybody's tastes are different and that's fine, but if my tastes aren't what the majority of the pregnancy related community wants, and all that people can say is that 'your stories are great but here's how you can make them better' then why not just let someone else do that with own character and setting?

If you have have ideas I encourage you to write them. However, make them your own work. I know fanfiction is very popular but I've personally never tried that because it seemed to me to be paradoxical to take something you say your a fan of and then change it to something completely different. There are...thousands? Hundreds? Tens of thousands? I'm not sure but more than a few people into pregnancy related fetish and everyone seems to have their own likes and dislikes so produce your work. You're likely to find many people who will enjoy it and you're likely to also find people who will want you to change it to fit their tastes. That's up to you as the producer of those works to decide what you want to do. For me, I write what I like. I uploaded to share and for the fun of it. When it stops being fun, I don't see a point to it. I'm also told, only half jokingly I fear, that it doesn't matter because people don't actually read the story, just skim for the good bits or look for art attached to it. Yeah, I kind of feel that is a bit true.

Well, enough wallowing in my own self deprecation, I got 'important things' (video games) to do so later. I'm still writing Olympic Dames, so this isn't good bye or anything, just to clarify.
  • Listening to: The inner voices, they're not happy
  • Reading: the nonsense I'm writing here
  • Watching: ditto
  • Playing: at being deep
  • Eating: la meirda
  • Drinking: Plain ole tap water

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It's been 4 years since I've posted anything on my page. It's not that I haven't been doing anything, I've still been writing Olympic Dames and related materials but I haven't done anything here for this page of my own here. Still though, from time to time I get asked if there's going to be any more Charlie stories.

Short answer, no.

Longer answer...Charlie came into existence as a character because I can not simply have an idea for a picture without having context or forming context afterwards. She was inspired by a commercial I saw for bank account/credit card fraud security. A pregnant woman is walking down a sidewalk, she bumps into someone. Apologies are exchanged and when she starts walking away she realizes she's not pregnant.

So I thought that would be interesting for a picture and asked Kaileighblue (artist of Olympic Dames if you don't know who that is.) She drew the idea, a girl stealing pregnancy from a couple of pregnant women and she put the thief in a stereotypical thief outfit (black sweater and pants, black wool cap). I thought it was funny because it was such a non subtle outfit and she off handily said that in her head the hat was magic and let her do it. The idea clicked in my head so I came up with a backstory and wrote a couple of stories about it. I decided to share them with the public because why not.

A lot of people said they liked them. A lot of people also have said how I can 'improve' them. Mpreg, breast expansion, labor, hyper-expansion and just a lot of other things that I'm not personally in to. People wanted to introduce their own characters, cross it with some other story, one guy copied the idea and made his own stories using the same seed but taking it in his preferences direction. For that and many other reasons, I've lost interest in making any more. I have an outline of how the series ends, but I don't see any point in bothering because there isn't any point. I know how the story ends and no one else seems to really want the things I want.

This isn't meant as an insult to others, or that I'm mad or disappointed or anything like that, its just that I don't see a point in bothering to tell a story that is considered too vanilla or whatever for others to be interested. Everybody's tastes are different and that's fine, but if my tastes aren't what the majority of the pregnancy related community wants, and all that people can say is that 'your stories are great but here's how you can make them better' then why not just let someone else do that with own character and setting?

If you have have ideas I encourage you to write them. However, make them your own work. I know fanfiction is very popular but I've personally never tried that because it seemed to me to be paradoxical to take something you say your a fan of and then change it to something completely different. There are...thousands? Hundreds? Tens of thousands? I'm not sure but more than a few people into pregnancy related fetish and everyone seems to have their own likes and dislikes so produce your work. You're likely to find many people who will enjoy it and you're likely to also find people who will want you to change it to fit their tastes. That's up to you as the producer of those works to decide what you want to do. For me, I write what I like. I uploaded to share and for the fun of it. When it stops being fun, I don't see a point to it. I'm also told, only half jokingly I fear, that it doesn't matter because people don't actually read the story, just skim for the good bits or look for art attached to it. Yeah, I kind of feel that is a bit true.

Well, enough wallowing in my own self deprecation, I got 'important things' (video games) to do so later. I'm still writing Olympic Dames, so this isn't good bye or anything, just to clarify.
  • Listening to: The inner voices, they're not happy
  • Reading: the nonsense I'm writing here
  • Watching: ditto
  • Playing: at being deep
  • Eating: la meirda
  • Drinking: Plain ole tap water

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