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 2)
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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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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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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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Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday! 
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday tomorrow!
Those stories are absolutely incredible. You are such a talented writer 
Thanks, I appreciate the compliment. However, all the grammar and spelling errors don't make me feel so talented D:
Happy Birthday! Hope you go to enjoy it.
Thanks.
Happy Birthday tomorrow!
Thanks for early birthday wishes.
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