Barbara Ann stomped so hard leaving her trailer home, it shook the support braces. Her mother Angie could definitely hear her but she stayed put in her folding chair, its plastic frame crackling and creaking as each deep breath as she shifted her pregnant weight around.
"Momma!" Barbara Ann snapped at Angie. "You just gonna let them run around in the dirt like that?" She swung her arm out at the trailer park's field where her little brothers were playing with the park's other kids and getting filthy.
Angie smiled and let out a small grunt. She lifted up her hips and repositioned herself while stroking the side of her bare pregnant stomach. She had on a sweaty tank top but that was nowhere near big enough for her round belly when she was at eight and a half months with twins. "They're kids, Barbara Ann. Why you so upset?" she asked her daughter with a chuckle.
"Because I'm the one who has to clean them when they're done, since you can't hardly fit in a bathtub!" Barbara Ann said, prodding one finger into her mother's wide pregnant belly. Angie pouted and rubbed her taut middle quickly where her daughter poked. "You go and have all these babies and then you swell up so fast, I gotta be the real momma and take care of them!"
"You're the momma around here, huh? Who does the cookin'? Who breaks up the fights?" Angie said, still smiling at her daughter despite the attitude she was getting. She cupped both of her engorged breasts, her dark areolas visible through the fabric of her tank top. "Or you can have a look at my nipples and see how sore they are from feedin' so many babies."
Barbara Ann huffed and crossed her arms against her denim overalls, hiding the size of her own bust. She'd inherited a lot of Angie's looks – the breasts, the curves, the smooth skin, the bright blonde hair – but she didn't want to show it off. She hid her body in baggy clothes, her skin was usually dirty from all the housework she did in the trailer, and her hair was tied in a tight braid behind her and then a beanie over top if it wasn't too hot. Barbara Ann didn't like people ogling her or telling her how pretty she was or worst of all ending up like her mother with a baby or two on the way every few years.
"If I could help clean those kids, I would. I don't want them trackin' dirt in the trailer any more than you," Angie sighed, turning to watch the park children play while she rubbed her belly and felt her own unborn children playing inside of her womb. "But on the other hand, this'll all be good practice for you when you got babies of your own."
"Momma, I'm not havin' any babies!" Barbara Ann yelled loud enough for the other mothers in the trailer park to hear and smirk at one another. "I'm not gonna be like you and just sit home growin' Daddy's babies while he's out workin'!"
"Oh please. You're my daughter and that means you're gonna have a long life of havin' kids. All a matter of whether you have 'em with the right guy or not. I'm lucky I found your Daddy and got started with you," Angie said, spreading her hand out wide across her own tight stomach. "Lord knows some ladies 'round here didn't catch that break."
Now Barbara Ann was really fuming. "Momma, I just told you! I'm gonna get a real job, move out of this dirty-"
Angie didn't get to hear the rest of that sentence because a beam of blue light shot down next to her, making the air vibrate and sound like a roaring train. Everyone turned to look at the flash of light but after a few seconds it was gone. There was no trace left that it had ever been there and no Barbara Ann standing where it had struck.
"- trailer park, and I'm not havin' any babies!" Barbara Ann finished shouting before she realized she was no longer yelling at her mother. In fact, she wasn't even in her trailer park anymore. Barbara Ann was standing in the lobby of what looked like a small office building. The walls were bright white with silver-metalic trimmings. She was standing in a small alcove with nothing around her but walls and ten feet in front of her was a receptionist desk. Sitting behind the desk was a young woman. A young woman with green skin.
"Hello," the green woman said with a soothing, quiet voice. She looked up at Barbara Ann for a moment before taping on her desk. As Barbara Ann walked closer, she saw this was not some ordinary table but a seemingly complex control pad with touch screens and all sorts of glowing bars and numbers. The receptionist – Barbara Ann didn't know what else to call her – made a few more taps and adjustments before looking up at her with a polite smile. She didn't have an iris and only had a dark black circle in the center of her white eye. It creeped Barbara Ann out even more than the green skin. The smile may have set some people at ease but it reminded Barbara Ann of the sappy smiles credit card companies and town politicians would give the trailer park folks. "They will be with you in just a moment. Would you like something to drink?"
"Shit, I feel like I just had sumthin' strong to drink already," Barbara Ann muttered, looking around this office, if that's what it was. Behind the receptionist was another wall and all around were some large chairs in the room. Other than that, it was bare. "Who's comin' to see me? Where am I?"
"I'm sorry, we didn't have a way to contact you in advance," came a new woman's voice as the wall opened up to create a doorway. Out waddled a pregnant woman with an even bigger belly than Angie's. This woman wasn't green at least but she looked more human. Her skin was like a white lady's who went into a tanning bed a tad too often. Her hair may have been blonde too but it was shaved down very close to the scalp, revealing small ears with no lobes. "My name is Yukad. What is your name?"
"You snatch me up and don't even know my fuckin' name?" Barbara Ann said, her voice now starting to waver as confusion and stress were setting in. "What is all this? Are you, what, aliens or sumthin'?"
"Well, yes, and-"
"And nuthin'! Take me back to Earth!" Barbara Ann shouted. If she could argue with her pregnant mother, she could argue with some alien strangers.
"But we have a job offer for you," Yukad said.
That stopped Barbara Ann in place. A job. Right now she was just working some night shifts at Golden Corral but working on some alien spaceship had to be better than that. And she might even get dental. "Alright, I'm listenin'," she nodded, walking toward Yukad at the doorway she appeared through. "I'm Barbara Ann. Guess your fancy space scans didn't show you that."
"No, but our scans did give us some very important information," Yukad said, guiding Barbara Ann into the next room. The wall closed back up once they passed through the temporary doorway This room was much larger, with dark blue walls and two massive chairs instead of any desk.
As Yukad waddled to her own chair, Barbara Ann took the time to gauge the size of her pregnancy. Yukad was wearing a skin-tight grey body suit, with a thick white stripe running up her belly and breasts, starting at her belt to her collar. In terms of belly size, Yukad was a few feet wider than the wrecking ball at Barbara Ann's dad's construction job. Each of Yukad's breasts were twice the size of a basketball and Barbara Ann could see her nipples poking through the grey body suit. These two chairs were even bigger than a love seat but as Yukad sat down, they were still a tight fit for her ass cheeks. As soon as Yukad sat down, she let out a deep sigh and started to rub the top of her pregnant middle in long strokes up and down. It reminded Barbara Ann of her own mother, who she'd seen pregnant more times than she could count on her hands.
"You due soon?" Barbara Ann asked.
"No, I've got another year I'd say," Yukad shrugged, letting out another deep breath. She saw Barbara Ann's look of shock and smiled. "The universal standard for a year is the same as it is on Earth."
"That's not what confused me. You get pregnant for more than a year?" Barbara Ann asked. "That sounds awful."
"For my species, pregnancies last two years but for me, it depends," Yukad replied.
"Depends on what species I'm pregnant with," Yukad said with a cooing laugh. "I'm a professional surrogate."
"Professional surrogate," Barbara Ann repeated back. She remembered hearing something about that. One of the women in the trailer park had a sister or cousin or something that got some work as a surrogate when her boyfriend got deployed overseas in the military. And she got paid pretty well from what Barbara Ann remembered. "You make good money that way?"
"We make good money, yes," Yukad chuckled, smiling wide and narrowing her eyelids at her human companion. "I'm the board chair for PyVaLeer, the galaxy's premier surrogacy agency."
"Pyvie what?" Barbara Ann asked, raising one eyebrow.
"It's an pun in Gliessian, it would be hard to explain," Yukad said, waving one hand before placing it back on her large belly. "The point is, we're an agency made of the people with the best maternity and fertility genes in the galaxy and help ensure the best possible pregnancies and gestations for our clients."
"There's that many people in space who need help makin' a baby?" Barbara Ann asked. "Geez, most people in my town have a hard time not havin' kids. I'm 18 and haven't gotten knocked up once, and to them that's a big deal."
"Yes, you humans seem have an easier time reproducing than most other species but there are many who happily accept the help of surrogates. We also assist with royal families who need their descendants gestated off-world, colonies that need a large influx of children, parents who are working on exploration missions and cannot be pregnant during that time. Our client list is extensive," Yukad said, shifting in her seat as Barbara Ann saw the impression of strong fetal kicks inside of her, making her spherical belly twitch and shake.
Barbara Ann narrowed her eyes, trying to follow everything this pregnant alien woman was saying. "But...whadaya want with me?"
Yukad smiled and let out a strange vibrating laugh from the back of her throat. "I'm sorry, I thought it was clear. We only hire people with the best maternity genes and you're the most fertile human on your planet. We'd like to take you on as a surrogate."
In an instant, all of Barbara Ann's curiosity and intrigue turned to revulsion. "All you want me to do is make babies? You sound just like my momma!"
Yukad tapped some buttons on the armrest of her large chair. Part of the dark blue wall showed a readout of text, plus a cross-section of a human body, presumably Barbara Ann's. At first these were all written in some totally unfamiliar characters but they shifted to the English alphabet and recognizable numbers. "Yes, it would make sense that your mother and other ancestors had strong maternity genes as well but yours are even more prevalent."
"So I'd have even more babies than my momma?" Barbara Ann said, eyes wide.
"Well part of that depends on you," Yukad chuckled. "But generally, yes, if that helps you understand." Yukad pressed some more buttons on her chair and it slid closer to Barbara Ann. Her colossal belly was pressing against the human girl's thighs as she leaned in to talk. "This is a very rare job opportunity. Normally we wouldn't come to a non-spacefaring planet and interfere, but when our scans found you, I couldn't let the opportunity pass." Gently, Yukad took Barbara Ann's wrist and placed it on top of her own pregnant stomach. Barbara Ann had rubbed Angie's belly plenty of times but it was never even a quarter of this size.
"There's no kickin'," Barbara Ann murmured.
"No, the Bivia are a cold blooded species and their fetuses remain very still during gestation to absorb the mother's body heat but you'll learn about many different people in the galaxy in your time here," Yukad said, looking deeply into Barbara Ann's big blue eyes. "So, are you in?"
Barbara Ann didn't like the idea of getting pregnant right out of high school (although she'd made it longer than Angie without having a baby) and didn't like the idea of pregnancy in general. But being a surrogate, working in space... "You sure it pays good?"
"Converting your payment to a medium of exchange on your planet might take some time but yes, we are paid very well for our talents," Yukad smiled.
"Well...alright then," Barbara Ann said, extending one hand. "Put 'er there."
"What is this?" Yukad said, looking confused for the first time during their exchanges.
"Y'know, a handshake," Barbara Ann said, not seeing any change in Yukad's face. "It's a thing we humans do to agree on a deal."
"Oh, I see. Yes, very well," Yukad said, lifting her arm and sticking it out. Her massive belly shifted and pushed into Barbara Ann's torso, keeping her out of arm's length. Yukad sighed and tried to lean forward but her breasts knocked Barbara Ann's arm out of the way. "Sorry, one moment."
"Maybe we can try standin' first," Barbara Ann said, squeezing past Yukad's belly to get to her feet. Yukad nodded and sucked in a deep breath, shifting her wide hips while trying to bend her knees to get back up. Barbara Ann sighed and reached down, helping Yukad grip onto the human's forearms as Barbara Ann stepped back and helped pull Yukad out of the chair. Her ass cheeks escaped the tight seat and Yukad stumbled forward, her pregnant stomach bowling Barbara Ann over.
"I'm so sorry!" Yukad gasped, holding one hand to her lips in horror.
"It's fine," Barbara Ann said, her vision totally eclipsed by Yukad's massive belly. "Happens with my momma all the time." She stood back up, adjusted her overalls, and stood to Yukad's side so they could shake hands. "So...when do we fill me up? I gotta go to a doctor or somethin'?"
"We've already done our medical scans on you and everything checks out," Yukad smiled. "We'll be at our offices in nearly a day so just make yourself comfortable for now."
"This ain't your office? Then where is this?" Barbara Ann asked. Yukad chuckled and patted her on the shoulder before waddling to one of the blue walls. It opened into a doorway again and Barbara Ann was led down a corridor to a large lounge with clear tubes running across the ceiling. In there, the back walls were all windows and Barbara Ann could see the night sky like she'd never seen it before. All throughout this intense black was a sea of stars, multicolored clouds of gas, the flashes of other spaceships moving around. Barbara Ann was never romantic about space, preferring to stay on Earth, but that all changed when she saw that. She let out a garbled sound from her dropped jaw and started to walk toward it.
"Ah, one moment," Yukad said, taking Barbara Ann's arm. "Your feet." Barbara Ann looked down and saw the lounge was all carpeted and she had on running shoes with mud and grass stuck to them. As she knelt down to untie them, she noticed for the first time that Yukad was barefoot, her toenails the color of Mountain Dew. Her belly was so big, Barbara Ann hadn't even seen Yukad's feet yet. "The office floors can be easily cleaned but we walk around barefoot in all communal spaces because of the swelling in our feet."
"Makes sense," Barbara Ann said, kicking off her shoes and stepping into the lounge. She hurried across the floor and up the carpeted steps to the window, looking at the vastness of space. It was even more impressive up close as the window rounded out and she felt surrounded by the cosmos. "Damn, this is a lot cooler than it looked in those dumb Star Wars movies."
"She's never been off-planet before?" a new woman's voice said. Barbara Ann turned to see another pregnant woman, and judging by her magenta-toned skin, she was another alien. Her hair was as black as the empty space outside of the window and it hung down past her shoulders, with some tucked behind her ears. She had piercing green eyes and pursed lips as plump as Barbara Ann's thumbs.
The alien woman waddled closer to Barbara Ann but she didn't know how this woman could even move. Her belly was twice as big as Yukad's, giving her a baby bump big enough to fit Barbara Ann in there with room to spare. Unlike Yukad, she had on very little clothing, save for a cobalt-toned strap around her breasts, each one as big as Barbara Ann's head and then some. As she waddled and swung her hips, Barbara Ann could see she had shorts on made from a similar material.
That left her pregnant belly to stick out totally naked, its ripe shape still a bright pinkish hue and only brighter the closer her stretched out skin got to her navel, which was the size of a softball now. If Barbara Ann wanted to, she could lay down on top of this big belly and tangle off of the floor. The weight of this alien woman's belly was obvious in her gait, pulling and pushing her every move as she stepped closer, one hand pressed against her swollen stomach to guide her body. Barbara Ann was surprised by Yukad's appearance but seeing this woman really left the Earth girl in shock. The reality of her situation in space, selling her womb to vast alien civilizations, was starting to sink in.
"Yes, she's new to outside communities," Yukad replied.
"Look at her, gazing out into space like a newborn," the magenta woman said, making Barbara Ann start to sneer. "No, it's cute! Don't worry!" Her belly was close enough to hit Barbara Ann but the enormous alien pivoted on her heels and with the grace of a ballerina, turned her stomach out of the way and shifted her back leg so she and Barbara Ann could talk directly. "It's downright adorable."
"Well, alright then. Long as you ain't mockin' me," she said, reaching out one hand. "Barbara Ann. From Earth, I guess."
The alien woman pushed her lips out in contemplation and looked over Yukad's shoulder for help. Yukad demonstrated a handshake and the woman followed suit. "Z, from Tledii."
"Z?" Barbara Ann said.
"No, Z," she said, stretching the syllable out. Barbara Ann could pick up some slight changes in Z's voice texture.
"Z?" Barbara Ann tried again, trying to mimic what she was hearing.
"Close enough," Z grinned, turning her head to look at Barbara Ann's midsection. "Oh my, you really are new. You aren't showing yet!" She hovered one hand over Barbara Ann's stomach. "May I?"
"You can rub alright but you won't find nuthin'. No babies in me yet," Barbara Ann chuckled, tugging on her overall straps.
"Ms. Ann here is going to our center to be impregnated, just like you," Yukad said.
"Actually, my last name ain't-" Barbara Ann started to say, looking back at Yukad before whipping her head back to Z. "Wait, you not pregnant yet?"
"Sadly, no," Z sighed, patting and rubbing her stomach. "We Tledo have our wombs constantly active and engorged with amniotic fluid in anticipation of pregnancy. Once I'm pregnant, I'll grow a few meters but this is about as big as I'll get." She turned to the side and modeled her belly size to Barbara Ann. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"You think a preggo tummy is beautiful?" Barbara Ann said, leaning in to emphasize her disbelief.
"Oh, of course! Such a large, wonderful curve, firm to the touch, warm and sensitive. At least I think so, but maybe that's just because I'm the biggest Tledo of them all," Z giggled. "Do your people think women are ugly during pregnancy? That would be awful, to be hidden away during such an important time in your life."
"It's, I dunno, hard to explain. Some think that, some nah," Barbara Ann said, scratching her chin as she kept looking all over Z's ripe body, looking so heavy and fertile despite not actually being pregnant. "Then again, we don't always have big bellies like you."
"So to you, am I ugly or not?" Z cooed, her full lips pushing out even farther as she asked her question. Barbara Ann looked over her wide belly to her heaving breasts and cleavage until she got to Z's bright emerald eyes.
"W-well, um," Barbara Ann started to say, rubbing her thighs together as she squirmed in place. "I-I never seen any aliens before but I guess I'd say-" Just then, she saw a brown blob shoot through the clear tubes running through the lounge's ceiling. Barbara Ann instinctively ducked and watched the slime move through the tube into the next room. The sight of it reminded her of seeing port-a-potties being cleaned out and it turned her stomach. "Ugh, why y'all got your plumbing out in the open like that?"
"Oh, that wasn't waste. That's Reet, another of our employees. There are non-carbon based species that need surrogates as well," Yukad said, waddling in between Barbara Ann and Z to answer. "She requires constant movement for most of the day but when she is out of her kinetic period, I'll introduce you two. She is very sweet."
"I can talk to her? She didn't look like she even had a mouth?" Barbara Ann said.
"How do you think we're speaking with you now?" Yukad asked with a chuckle. "We have very efficient universal translator technology."
"You really are a space virgin," Z purred, leaning in closer to the human girl's face. "Seeing you learn about things here is so fun!"
"Z, how about you show Ms. Ann to her room? She's had a long day and may want to rest," Yukad said, pushing her hands into her hips and stretching out her stomach. "I'll have a contract for you when you wake up but let me just say we're excited to have you join our board, and we're looking forward to learning more about humans as much as you'll be learning about us."
"I dunno how much you'll end up likin' about humans," Barbara Ann scoffed as she walked out of the lounge with Z. "We're rude, we're dirty, we've got a real mean streak, and since we're just about the only ones who ain't in space, we must be pretty damn dumb too."
"But you have an excellent sense of humor," Z giggled as they both entered a corridor and Barbara Ann took her purple coworker's lead. Even though Z was supposed to be showing Barbara Ann the way, she felt like she was helping the big-bellied alien more as she looked after her balance and waddling. "Is that all humans or just your family?"
"Not all humans, for sure. My teacher Mrs. Kimble didn't like no jokes. I guess my momma can try and be funny, a little too much. My daddy can laugh but he's quiet too. And my brothers and sisters, hard to tell. Most of 'em are too young," Barbara Ann shrugged.
"Oh, you're born in different litters? I'm one of 14 myself," Z said. "How many siblings do you have?"
Barbara Ann sighed and touched her fingertips together as she counted. "Lessee...15 I think. Sometimes even I forget. Momma took a few years of breaks but as she's gotten older, she's had more twins."
Z stopped Barbara Ann in the corridor with one hand on her shoulder. "Let me get this correct...your mother was pregnant more than 10 times individually?" Z said, her eyes as wide as golf balls.
"About that, yeah," Barbara Ann said, blushing. "She's...active, I know. But you got 13 siblings so-"
"Yes but we only get pregnant typically twice in our lifetime, three if we are truly lucky, though they say I may get to four," Z said. "Humans can get pregnant...a dozen times?"
"I guess we can get pregnant lots of times. I dunno the real limit," Barbara Ann shrugged.
"And Yukad says you have the best maternity genes of all your people," Z said with a growing grin. "Oh honey, you may be the best breeder of us all."
Breeder. That word sent a shiver down Barbara Ann's spine. "Can I be real honest witcha? I'll take this job 'n' all but...the idea of being pregnant scares me."
Z frowned and cocked her head as she looked over Barbara Ann's face. She waved one magenta hand over the next wall and it opened into a doorway, through which was a lightly furnished room. There was a bed, a desk, shelves, another doorway that led into what looked like a bathroom. Z took Barbara Ann's hand and they both sat down on the bed, though Z needed help shifting her weight down. "I am nervous about pregnancy too but excited! I've always wanted to be pregnant and feel kicking inside of me. It's natural to feel this way, I think."
"Nah, it's...I dunno how things are on your planet, Z, but on Earth, havin' your momma tell you that you're only good for makin' babies while she's knocked up too...it feels like a slap in the face. And then hearin' that I really am just here for gettin' bred, it makes me feel like there's nothin' to me but my womb," Barbara Ann said, her head hung down.
Z shifted a bit closer to Barbara Ann on the bed, her belly touching Barbara Ann's denim-covered thigh. "Well...what would you want to do with your life instead?"
Barbara Ann snorted out a laugh. "Thas' the thing. I dunno. Though lookin' out at all that space and meetin' new aliens...I'd like to explore out here some."
"Then you're in a good place," Z said, her big smile returning, making Barbara Ann grin back. "You can learn all about the universe outside of your own planet and get paid while you're doing it. And yes you'll be pregnant but you will be helping so many other people in the process."
"I guess. Seein' my momma swollen all the time did make me a li'l curious about pregnancy, if I'm bein' real honest," she said, smiling at Z. "Thanks, I just needed to talk it out."
"Of course. People say we Tledo are very emphatic. And we're going to be friends and fellow PyVaLeer board members so we should be able to talk," Z giggled. "And you shouldn't worry about looking ugly when you're pregnant. None of us will think that."
Barbara Ann laughed. "Nah, that wasn't...back in that lounge, that's not what I meant."
"I never did get to hear from you honestly," Z said, touching one hand gingerly to her belly and stroking it in large, slow circles. "Do you think I look...bad with this belly? Is that a human custom?"
"No, not at all," Barbara Ann said, watching Z gracefully touch herself, already less than half naked on her bed. "In fact, you look like a damn supermodel."
"What does that mean?" Z asked, leaning down onto the bed, keeping her shoulders propped up with the pillow as she continued to pet her belly. "Model?"
"Yeah, sexy people who get plastered everywhere to sell stuff," Barbara Ann chuckled. "You don't have models?"
"Not the way you are describing, no," Z said. "But...sexy?"
"No, yeah, I didn't mean like that, I meant..." Barbara Ann said, watching Z stroke her bare magenta belly as her breasts shifted against it and her plump lips were barely open as she waited for a reply. "Ah screw it." She lay down on the bed next to Z and began to kiss her, wrapping her arms around the curvy alien woman. Z embraced her tightly, putting her lips inside of Barbara Ann's mouth and slipping her tongue inside. "Ooh...never done this before..."
"I can tell, but it's cute," Z said in a quiet, breathy voice, picking at Barbara Ann's overalls. "But these clothes are very thick and coarse. Would you mind if we removed them?"
"Why the hell not at this point?" Barbara Ann said, unbuckling them and stripping down to her birthday suit. Z undid her little bit of clothing, letting both heavy breasts fall down against her firm belly, with two even pinker nipples sticking out erect. Without the strap around them, Barbara Ann could see each one was too big for her to even fit in both of her hands. "Damn...now it's kinda makin' sense to me."
"What is?" Z asked, laying back down into the bed.
"Why I was so nervous about bein' pregnant all these years...I didn't want to do it with any guys," Barbara Ann said with a chuckle. "Guess I never realized how I feel about gals. They shoulda never cut our sex ed class."
"I don't understand about half of what you say," Z giggled, reaching her arms out. "But we can talk about it after."
"Yeah, sounds good," Barbara Ann said, climbing back into Z's embrace. She kissed her alien lover on the lips again before traveling down her cheek and neck to her breasts, fitting one nipple into her mouth. As Barbara Ann sucked and Z moaned, the human reached around to grip a thick handful of ass. Both women rolled around, which led to Barbara Ann being lifted into the air, propped up by Z's huge belly.
"Whoa there," Z giggled. "Never done that before. Hard when all Tledo women have big bellies too."
"Yeah," Barbara Ann panted, feeling her naked sex rub against Z's belly. "Shit, I startin' to think I'm not just a lesbian. I think I got a preggo fetish too."
"You are so adorable," Z said, shifting in the bed again so Barbara Ann got closer to her and she could start feeling her chest and back. While she was not as big as the voluptuous Z, Barbara Ann still had breasts as big as cantaloupes and they were very sensitive to the touch. "You're not like any other woman I've ever met."
"Same to you," Barbara Ann said, letting out a gasp as Z pinched her nipples. "God, you got some sexy lips." Z smiled big in reply, blowing Barbara Ann a kiss. "Could you...y'know..."
"I do," Z said, winking. The two women switched positions so Z could fit her face in between Barbara Ann's legs. Barbara Ann didn't know what to do in this position but she started petting Z's hair and holding onto it. She'd seen guys getting blowjobs in school and this is what they did with the girls' hair. Seemed to work.
As soon as Z planted a kiss on Barbara Ann's clitoris, the human girl let out a squeal and cupped one hand over her mouth. "D-did I just make that sound?" she moaned, now hearing how much higher her voice was. Z didn't reply and just kept kissing until she slipped her tongue in. Barbara Ann tightened her thighs and kept crying out, rocking back and forth in bed as Z ate her out, getting faster and faster.
Barbara Ann was panting heavily. The feeling was so intense, she almost wanted to stop Z. It was like she was doing something wrong. After all, touching herself never felt this good. But she felt so much warmth and excitement, there was no way Barbara Ann was going to cut this off. It was just first time jitters. She took in a deep breath and leaned into it, feeling her alien lover touch every sensitive part of her body and make her feel better than she ever had before.
"Oh...oh, oh! OH! AHH!" Barbara Ann wailed as she hit her climax. Both hands gripped thick fistfuls of hair as she felt her whole body burning. Every muscle was white hot and she felt like she lost control of herself. As Z got back up, Barbara Ann fell into her arms, panting and sweating as she tried to catch her breath. "That was...whoo...I came hard."
"Me too," Z said, her breathing also heavy. "I told you, we're very empathic people."
Barbara Ann groaned and started kissing Z on the belly while the magenta woman hugged her. "You think this'll still be fun when we're knocked up?"
Z giggled and nuzzled against Barbara Ann's hair. "I've heard it's even better."
Angie steadied herself against the trailer as she stroked her naked belly. Her tank top was rolled up as the Summer heat was making it stick to her cleavage. "Hear anything?" she asked her husband over the cell phone.
"Nah," he replied with a sigh. "I'ma keep askin' round. See if any a' my buddies in the sheriff's station can figure out any more."
"Alright, just come on home when you ready," Angie said, moving her hand and grunting as she felt a stiff kick. "These babies are really fussin'. Might be ready soon." She hung up the phone and looked across the trailer park. One week ago, everything looked like this. The kids were playing, she was pregnant and waddling around in the heat. The only difference was, Barbara Ann was here too. Now, all of the other mothers in the park, many of whom were also pregnant, looked at her sadly but didn't want to say anything. What could you say to a parent whose child vanished into thin air?
But as Angie turned back to return to her trailer, not wanting all of the pitiful eyes of her neighbors on her, she felt goosebumps all over her body. Out of the corner of her eye, Angie could see another beam of bright blue light near the trailer, followed by a loud roaring sound. When it was gone, her daughter was standing there, with a strange looking companion and a bulging belly. "Hiya momma," Barbara Ann said, stretching out her lower back and making her pregnant middle look even bigger. "Oof, that always shakes me up doin' that."
"Barbara Ann? Where you been?" Angie said, hurrying over to her daughter and giving her a hug. As they embraced, Angie could see that her daughter was not only pregnant but her belly was several feet wider than her own. She had a beach ball sized belly and her skin was still as smooth as cream. As Angie looked at Barbara Ann in shock, she turned to see Z standing next to her, with a belly that was even bigger. "And who is she? What's wrong with her skin? She from one of them French countries or something?"
"No momma, she's a space alien. I been in space," Barbara Ann said, holding onto her mother's shoulders as she felt Angie starting to get faint. "Easy now. I can explain everything...well most of it at least."
"You got abducted by aliens? And they knocked you up?" Angie said, holding one hand to her forehead. "You! Purple lady! Why you knock up my daughter?"
"I did not. It was voluntary. My people would have no reason to hire a surrogate," Z chuckled, looking confused. "Where are we anyway? Is this a farm?"
"Look, momma, you know Ginger from round the way carried some lady's baby for her? I'm doin' the same but with aliens. It's all my choice and I'm makin' money," Barbara Ann said.
"But...you both so big...and what's happening to your nipples?" Angie asked.
Barbara Ann looked down but her chest has grown so much since her pregnancy started that she couldn't see what Angie was seeing. She cupped both breasts and groaned. "Dang it, not again." She lifted her shirt up and revealed her bare breasts, with each nipple coated in a light pink slime. "Side effects of this type a' alien. Guess they make me leak this goo for the next...how long this one last again?"
"Only six months but the growth is rapid," Z said. "Your daughter is really a remarkable fertile specimen, but I can see where she got it from."
"So...you do good in this job?" Angie asked, handing her daughter a towel so she could clean her breasts.
"Yeah I think so. And I'm gettin' to see stuff no human ever seen," Barbara Ann said. "They say I got good maternity genes and so...guess I should thank you for that. Without you makin' me a baby factory, I wouldn'ta gotten to do all this stuff."
Angie sighed and smiled, touching her belly against Barbara Ann's. "Well I thought one day I'd be pregnant same time as you but I didn't know it'd be like this...but I'm happy for you all the same. Maybe one day you'll even have some kids of your own."
"Maybe," Barbara Ann said with a small smile, touching her mother's bare belly. "Listen, we gotta go take care a' some business but I'll come back as soon as I can. I got so much to tell you about and...I could always use some tips on how to waddle and be a pregnant lady. These other aliens are nice but they don't get pregnant like you and me."
"I can't wait," Angie said, giving her daughter one last big hug. "Come by soon now."
Barbara Ann wiped away a tear and waddled back over to Z. "Nice to meet you!" Z said, waving one hand. "But you should know, when she comes back, she'll be too big to fit in your pod home."
"Don't tease," Barbara Ann giggled, kissing Z on the cheek as they both were enveloped in a column of blue light.
"Pregnant with some alien lesbian," Angie said, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "Don't think the pastor's gonna want to hear about this."