Author's Note: This is work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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She'd tried wrapping it at first, just hoping to stave off the inevitable for a little while longer, but it was so uncomfortable. Maithri didn't like restrictive clothing, even if her new drapery was fine material both soft and supple. Her belly stubbornly continued to expand, soon nothing would hide it. She gave up and went in the opposite direction, cinching it looser and looser until it was practically falling off. Of course whenever she moved in specific ways she revealed subtle hints, grunting when she bent over, rolling from side to side to avoid the most obvious presentation.
Her flexibility helped, she could play a lot off on various postures, and eating more than usual. In truth she'd never been this hungry before in her entire life. Thankfully her girlfriend was rather preoccupied by another imminent pregnancy. Maithri didn't resent that Olivia was spending a lot more time with her mom, it seemed only right, and after all, this decision she'd made to have her own baby in secret was a burden only she could bear. Not to mention Marcella
looked
pregnant, her wiry frame and lithe muscular figure causing the transformation to stand out. Even Maithri found herself staring sometimes, her hand subconsciously sinking to her own belly, stroking it gently, imagining their two children playing and growing up together.
It was a fantasy that she felt increasingly uncertain about with each passing day. Outside their little bubble of domestic bliss the world continued to change in dramatic and terrifying ways, and yet this was a secondary concern, as she felt her anxiety building minute by minute as she tried to envision Olivia's reaction, when she finally found out. Somehow, even worse, she'd been avoiding doing anything sexual with her girlfriend despite being insanely horny almost all of the time. She had to listen to Olivia and her mother having loud uninhibited sex for hours on end, sometimes even in the same bed.
She could smell them, feel them, almost taste them in the air. She'd wake up to wet sheets, step on wet panties, unexpectedly stumble across the two of them fucking, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the hallway... But the thing she couldn't stand most of all was that she desperately wanted to join in, and she tired to some degree, when her body just wouldn't let her ignore it. The only problem being that she didn't want to risk getting completely naked in front of Olivia. So she did what little she could, helping her girlfriend dominate and train Marcella in a variety of ways.
Things would get
very
heated sometimes when the three of them were together, at the very last minute she'd pull back, make some lame excuse to keep her clothes on while Olivia and Marcella descended deeper into debauchery. She'd started telling them that she'd rather watch, and she would, masturbating until her pussy simply couldn't come any more. Olivia and Marcella never seemed to run out of stamina, spurred on by their ineffable yet unbreakable mother-daughter bond. They'd still be having sex when she fell asleep, and still be going at it when she woke up. Maithri didn't think it was possible for two women to be more in love, or in lust.
Her frustration was becoming almost unbearable. Only her ability to dominate the two of them had allowed her to make it this far without being found out (while providing a tiny bit of relief). It would have been suspicious otherwise, but all her eccentric demands were indistinguishable from their increasingly complex sexual dynamics, and Olivia was only too happy to focus entirely on her mother. The only thing about it that truly irked Maithri, was Olivia's complacency, her girlfriend seemed perfectly content to do whatever she was told, as long as it meant she could spend more time with Marcella.
All of this was constantly in the back of Maithri's mind, distracting her, vexing her. She couldn't think of a way out, or even how to broach the topic. Which is probably why she hadn't noticed Marcella standing in the doorway quietly watching her. Maithri had been meticulously cautious up until now, making sure she dressed and undressed only when she was alone, and then always having something on, covering her belly whenever she was with Olivia and her mom. But she'd finally slipped up, although it wasn't her fault.
The factory had stopped production but it was still liquidating inventory. The melters were kept on as part of the skeleton crew, they'd been helping shut things down and decommission the machines, so Olivia had been called in for an unexpected early morning shift. Maithri was surprised that her girlfriend actually seemed excited to go. "It's my chance to say goodbye." She'd mumbled cryptically. Marcella too had left for work early, the emerald fortress was running a security drill in preparation for the arrival of high-level diplomatic refugees from the capital. The bureaucrats were fleeing the dissolving city like rats leaving a sinking ship.
Maithri thought she had an hour or so to take a bath by herself, she'd undressed and was standing in front of the big mirror hanging on Olivia's closet door, turning from side to side, staring at her shockingly large belly. It had gotten so much bigger since the last time she'd had a chance to see herself fully naked. She wondered how anyone in their small household could have possibly failed to notice. And yet she herself was totally oblivious, as Marcella crept up silently behind her. The drills had gone without a hitch, finishing in record time, she'd been sent home after only an hour...
Maithri nearly had a heart attack when a pair of slender powerful hands slipped around her waist and encircled her belly, top and bottom. The older woman caressed it tenderly, holding Maithri in place as she initially squealed, startled, nearly jumping into the mirror. But Marcella just chuckled raspily and contained her reckless motion effortlessly. Pulling her back into her own surprisingly strong arms until she calmed down. Finally going limp as Marcella started to murmur into her ear. "And here this whole time I thought you were trying to let us have all the fun to ourselves little Desi." The older woman snickered giddily.
From over her shoulder Marcella made eye contact with Maithri, her gaze was intense, piercing, her nostrils flared. "How did I miss
this
?" She asked bemusedly, letting her hands roam freely over the younger woman's belly. "How did
Olivia
not notice?" She asked in disbelief, chuckling dryly. Maithri just shook her head, unable to confront the immensity of her deception. "What happened to being part of the family... And no more secrets?" Marcella asked softly. Maithri wasn't exactly afraid, but she also didn't know what Olivia's mom was going to do. She started to silently curse herself for being such an idiot, and worse, having Marcella be the first one to find out.
She also realized a bit belatedly that she couldn't exactly explain that the baby was Olivia's, not without revealing her girlfriend's secret as well. And that she would never do, she would
die
first. Maithri gritted her teeth. There was only one thing that could save her, something she hadn't even considered until this moment, but all the fear and tension and sexual frustration had caused it to suddenly and explosively pop into her consciousness. It wasn't a way out exactly, but it would buy her a little more time.
"This is your chance." She said loudly, her voice shaking a little. Completely ignoring Marcella's questions. Trying to turn around to face the older woman, but failing, as Marcella still managed to control her body easily somehow, forcing her to stay facing forward, looking herself in the mirror. She grunted and tried to shrug it off. "I can tell Olivia what to do, I can make her do anything you want! Just don't tell her!" Maithri blurted out, a genuine sense of panic finally setting in. Her heart pounded, she felt dizzy, on the verge of fainting.
Marcella just snorted and gently spun Maithri around. The girl couldn't understand it, her body moved so easily under the older woman's hands, she felt powerless, despite having been extensively trained in martial arts. Then to her absolute surprise, Marcella embraced her with a tenderness that was somehow far more terrifying than anything else she could have done. All of Maithri's prickling defensiveness deflated, she slumped against Marcella's chest and started to sob. "Fucking hormones." She whimpered.
Olivia's mom just stroked her head and murmured kind and reassuring things into her ear. She cried for a bit longer, then Marcella gently pushed her back, holding her upper body at arms length, but their big bellies were still touching, pressed pleasantly together. "Jesus, you're almost as far along as me." She remarked. "Did you really think you could hide this?" She laughed, although it sounded more sympathetic than derisive.