Queen Bea
All her life, Bea had loved to dance. From her very first ballet lesson to her more risqué moves later in life at the night club, Bea had always had a passion to move her body in time to the music. She never doubted for a moment that this was her calling in life, so after high school, she had two options as she saw it: She could take out a small fortune in student loans to attend a prestigious dance school in the hopes of one day making it in the background of a large ensemble cast, as many of her friends chose and her parents pushed her to follow as well, or she could pack up and move to Tendrite, the “Las Vegas of the Galaxy,” and get herself a position at one of the planet’s many adult entertainment parlors, where her natural skills would make her a star right away. Bea, being a smart and practical girl, took the latter route, and at the tender age of 18 started her new life on Tendrite.
Doing what she loved, and pulling in nearly $1,000 a night, life was good. Bea was certainly pretty enough to land herself a gig at one of the planet’s more upscale establishments, and by the age of 21 was one of the hottest acts at the Diamond Club in one of the busiest casinos on Tendrite. Standing 5’ 6”, her b-cup breasts were incredibly perky to the point where she rarely needed a bar. Her ass was petite though incredibly round, and her slender waist gave her the perfect miniature hourglass shape. Bea’s alabaster skin gave stark contrast to her jet black hair, which she usually wore in a tight, athletic pony tail, when some other hair style wasn’t part of her act. Her eyes were an absolutely hauntingly deep shade of brown, complemented by the lightest freckles around her face. She was physically perfect, but Bea also had a heart of gold.
After one performance, Bea came back to her dressing room to find Caitlyn, one of her fellow dancers, sobbing quietly with her head in her hands. Bea’s instincts to comfort immediately went into action, as she lay a gentle hand on her friend’s shoulder and asked her what was wrong.
“Oh, God,” Caitlyn began, looking up at Jenny through runny mascara-stained eyes, “I’m pregnant. I’ve been trying to hide it for the past couple months, but I’m already starting to show, and it’s only a matter of time. The worst part of all is that Scott, the son of a bitch who did this to me has disappeared, and I can’t find him! Nobody knows where he is! I can’t afford to raise a baby, so I’m just going to have to get rid of it!”
Bea cringed at the last four words of that sentence. The very thought of an abortion upset her deeply, but she couldn’t rightly ask another girl to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term. She knew that if this baby were aborted, it would be partially her fault for not stepping in. As Bea’s mind was flooded with emotions, she blurted out the only solution she could think of. “I’ll do it! Let me carry your baby, and after it’s born, I’ll give it up for adoption. Please.”
As Bea began to internalize the possible consequences of what she had just said, Caitlyn stopped crying and looked her square in the eye, “Are you serious? I can’t possibly ask you to do something like that.”
“I’ll do it,” was her firm and steadfast reply, belying Bea’s serious concerns about the offer she had just made.
ONE MONTH LATER
Having signed all the requisite paperwork regarding parental rights, etc, Bea and Caitlyn were strapped into the Pregnancy Transfer Device (PTD) of the local health clinic. As corresponding five-dimensional portals opened in each of their wombs, Caitlyn’s baby was transferred into Bea. Because she was only three months along, the changes weren’t tremendously visible, but somehow, Bea “felt pregnant.” Something inside her had absolutely changed in that brief time, and the rest of her body was quickly scrambling to keep up.
ONE MONTH AFTER THAT
At four months pregnant, Bea had undoubtedly begun to show. While she could have easily continued to hide it if she worked in an office or some other setting, dancing nude did not leave one with many options for baggy clothing. Her name was taken off the roster at the Diamond Club and told to come back after she “lost the baby weight.” With no other source of income on a planet with an incredibly high cost of living, Bea began searching for one of the lower scale clubs that might accept a pregnant act. What she found was a most pleasant surprise.
The Womb Boom Room was one of the hottest clubs catering the niche clientele of men who get off on the pregnant figure. While Bea was initially a bit hesitant about dancing for men (and women) with such an interest, she told herself that they were no better or worse than men who jerk off to skinny girls with big boobs. And in this particular case, she had what they wanted, so she called to schedule an interview.
As Bea entered the Womb Boom Room, she was taken aback by the sight that greeted her. Having worked three years in an establishment where a girl would be sent home for showing up to her shift with even a tiny paunch, this was quite a change. It was immediately apparent that the girls with the fattest guts and widest butts got all the attention and, as it follows, tips from the patrons. Rather than hide their pregnancies, these women flaunted it. She saw one girl, a vivaciously pneumatic blonde sporting a lacey black bra and thong set, who somehow managed to balance an absolute beach ball of a belly on top of 6 inch black heels. The girl rubbed her massive tummy that must have contained triplets into a drooling customer’s face, flicking his nose playfully with her bellybutton. The mesmerized patron dutifully yet absentmindedly slipped a $20 into the girl’s g-string, copping a gentle feel on the girl’s broad hips as he did so.
As she began to took in everything she was seeing, Bea’s hand instinctively went to her own, tiny, four month baby bump. She felt somewhat intimidated by these other girls and, admittedly, a little insecure about her own comparatively slender figure. “Well, I guess I can at least eat lunch before my shift now,” she thought to herself as she was approached by Rilgo, the club’s owner. “And you must be Bea,” he beamed, approaching her with open arms. Rilgo loved meeting new talent, and this one looked especially promising. “I can see you’ve already begun to show a little bit. Let me guess… 16… no. 17 weeks?”
“Wow. Um, actually, yes. 17 weeks.” Replied a visibly stunned Bea.
“Don’t be too surprised, babe. I’ve been at this game for a while now. It’d be embarrassing if I didn’t know a thing or two about the pregnant form, and I can tell you’re gonna be a star here!”
Not knowing whether or not to take that as a compliment, Bea, who was still wrapping her head around the idea of fetishizing pregnancy, pulled several papers from her purse and presented them to Rilgo. “Here, these are my references from the Diamond Club. I’ve been dancing professionally for—” Rilgo cut her off, “That’s quite alright. Now, while you truly are a beautiful creature, I’m afraid you’re still a bit small for the stage here. We’ll have you start out serving drinks until that gorgeous bump of yours really blossoms, then get you up on that pole, usually around 5 or 6 months, but as I’m sure you’re learning, every pregnancy is different, and every belly is different. Now, I will tell you, even though we can’t have you dancing in front of an audience until you balloon up a bit more, you’ll want to keep practicing. You’ll find that dancing, especially erotic dancing, with a big, pregnant belly is VERY different than what you are used to. You may use the stage during our off hours if you like. One more thing, this is probably the first club you’ve worked where the buffet is for both the patrons and the talent. Please help yourself to whatever you want, whenever you want. Gotta make sure you keep up your strength and help you get to a size where you can get out there and dance. And don’t be afraid to eat in front of the customers.” He then added with a wry smile, “Trust me, they won’t mind.”
Bea hated the idea of not being able to dance, but she really didn’t have any choice. She was too pregnant for the normal club, not pregnant enough for the pregnant club. However, she knew how the business worked. She would be a team player for the first couple months, earn what tips she could serving drinks, watch the girls who performed best, and learn this unique brand of the trade, while getting in good with the DJs and the managers who assigned schedules.
And that’s exactly what she did. As someone intimately familiar with all kinds of dance, she watched the preggos on stage with a critical eye. She saw how they used their bigger bodies, thrusting blimp-like bellies, gyrating massive hips, wriggling plump asses, and shaking giant milk-swollen tits, all to the delight of the paying (and tipping) customers. At first Bea thought she’d be able to outshine all these amateurs, but as the weeks turned into months, she soon learned what her colleagues were dealing with. Practicing every night after her shift, Bea began to notice the challenges of dancing with an increasingly heavy belly and growing, tender tits.
One night while she was practicing, Bea was observed by one of the club’s star dancers, a very heavily pregnant girl named Shennie. Bea didn’t know much about Shennie other than the fact that she was having twins (a fact the DJ never failed to mention as she began her nightly routine), and that she carried herself incredibly gracefully for someone with such a belly so massive it stuck out over two feet in front of her. Bea was a little nervous at being watched, especially by someone who was essentially a local celebrity around the club. Pretending she didn’t see Shennie, Bea continued her practice routine, climbing the pole and hanging upside-down, sliding across the stage on her tummy, pulling down her thong with the heels of her shoes. Finally, as Bea was finishing, Shennie spoke up. “You got some nice moves, hon, but can I give you a little professional advice?”
Bea didn’t quite know what to expect, and simply managed to stutter, “Sure.”
“You look like someone who’s done real good for herself at the ‘normal’ clubs, and you’ve obviously got a smokin bod. But now you’re pregnant, and you’re in a preggo club. Don’t struggle to make your bump do your old moves, cause trust me, you will NOT be able to keep that up for long. Learn some new moves that work your bump! ”
Bea had never thought of it that way. Going from her early dance training to exotic was a big transition for her, and that was using the exact same body. It only made sense that she needed to change things up to succeed on the preggo circuit. “Lemme show you,” Shennie said as she got up on stage. “Here’s one they really love. You start standing with your back to the audience with your legs spread wide. The ones immediately behind you shouldn’t even be able to see you’re knocked up. Then you bend down, put your hands on the ground, and let your belly poke between your legs. Your boobs will hang down in your face. You won’t get the full effect of either of those yet, but just you wait a couple months and you’ll see what I mean. Then I sloooowly stand back up straight, look over my shoulder and give ‘em a wink before I turn slowly to the side, revealing the big ol’ bump like a moon coming out of eclipse.”
“Wow, so the guys here are really into that?” Bea asked, trying to absorb everything she had learned.
“Just ask my summer cottage on Paradiso 6,” Shennie chuckled.
“Damn, girl!” Bea replied in shock, placing her hand at the small of her back and jutting out her budding belly. “Hey, as long as we’re talking, I was just curious. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve seen you dancing here for a couple months now, and you haven’t changed a bit. Can I ask, when are your children due?”
This gave Shennie another good belly laugh, as she gently slapped her hands on either side of her massive, drum-like girth, “They were due about four years ago! Yeah, some girls find that they really, really enjoy working the preggie clubs, but we don’t want to be stuck raising a couple dozen brats. So, we use nano-tech implants to put the pregnancy in stasis, usually during the last month for obvious reasons,” she added, giving her bloated tummy a nice pat for emphasis. “My current 10 year plan involves carrying a single pregnancy.”
This left Bea completely speechless. She had never fathomed any woman actually desiring to make a pregnancy last LONGER than it had to naturally. As shocked and perplexed as she was, the thought intrigued her. But what kind of woman would ever want to spend the better part of her life pregnant?
A MONTH AND A HALF LATER
Bea had paid dutiful attention to the best performing girls, especially Shennie, whom she come to look on as something of a mentor. She had practiced her moves every day, and at nearly six months pregnant, she was finally ready to perform. Bea couldn’t remember the last time she had been so nervous about going on stage, but she kept telling herself that this was her element. She wasn’t some knocked up housewife trying to earn a few extra bucks. She had 7 years of ballet, 6 of jazz tap, and now 3 years of exotic dance under her (now useless) belt. Shennie gave her a kiss on the cheek and rubbed her belly for good luck, as the DJ grabbed the mic and announced, in that nearly inaudible way that all strip club DJs do, “Welcometothestageandputyourhandstogetherfor Beeeeeeaaaaaaa. Pleaseremembertotipthedancersandyourwaitress.”
Bea stepped out onto the stage wearing a maternity version of the naughty nurse uniform she had previously danced in and began doing a routine to the song “Bad Medicine.” After teasing the leering eyes of the audience for a bit, twirling sensually around the pole, Bea ripped off the break-away nurse costume to reveal a lacey white bra and g-string with a red cross on the right breast and above her pussy. Her belly, which now sat on her middle like a flesh colored volleyball, made its grand debut. Cheers and a few tossed dollar bills gave Bea sufficient encouragement that they approved of her figure, and she used that as she went into the routine.
Going down on her knees, Bea leaned back so that her silky black hair grazed the stage, and her belly was thrust high in the air above her. Shennie had taught her this move, and Bea finally had the figure to make it work. Pausing for only a moment in this position, Bea gracefully moved a slender hand behind her, unhooked her bra, and rose once again to a spread-legged kneeling position, now with her perfectly round tits and pert, pink nipples exposed. She twirled the bra above her head like a cowgirl with a lasso before letting it fly.
Picking out one gentleman who seemed to be particularly enjoying the show, she bent down as low as she could toward him, so that her face was right against his, ran a gentle finger from just below his ear to his chin, and whispered, “You enjoying the show?” Then she flashed a coy grin, arched her back, and stood up slowly, her naked breasts, now the size of grapefruits and nearly as round, passing in front of his face, followed immediately by her growing belly, topped with a once innie belly button that had flattened itself out and now appeared as only a slight discoloration on her otherwise flawless tummy. Without ever taking his eyes off of her amazing form, he slid a $20 into her g-string. Whether intentionally or by accident, this was the kind of reward Bea had been missing as a cocktail waitress.
After her set was over, Bea gave a pregnant parody of a courtesy, and collected the dollar bills that had been left on the stage. She made sure to get down on her hands and knees and exaggerate the swinging of her belly and breasts as she did so, yet another bit of Shennie’s useful advice. Bea was beaming as she pranced backstage, her tits bouncing and her bum shaking in a manner that was a shame for the patrons to miss. But this wasn’t a performance; it was genuine glee. She was finally dancing again, her performance was apparently a big hit, and though she hadn’t counted it yet, it looked like she had pulled in enough cash over that three and a half minute song to pay off her credit card bill for the month. Shennie immediately waddled over and gave her friend a great, big hug, Shennie’s larger belly pressing up against Bea’s, and forcing the smaller girl to somewhat awkwardly lean in. “You did great, babe! I knew you had it in you!”
ONE MONTH LATER
Bea had really taken to her new life in the preggo club. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she was enjoying it more than her old gig. It was like she had been missing an essential part of her body all her life, and now she was finally complete. She almost couldn’t imagine going back to dancing without her big, round belly. Her ever growing breasts, hips, and butt also increased her personal feelings of sensuality; feelings that were extremely apparent in her performances. The bump also lent itself to very cute costume choices, from nun to redneck hottie to blueberry girl. Also, not having to watch every little thing she ate, rather actually being encouraged to feed her occasionally ravenous appetite, was an extremely nice job perk. The slight back pain and need to take more regular breaks were a small price to pay.
Bea had also come to love the girls she worked with. From the “long termers” like Shennie, who deliberately prolonged their pregnancies to girls like herself who were on hiatus from their usual spot to the single moms just trying to make ends meet, everyone had a story, and Bea found herself unable to avoid forming a personal connection with every dancer she worked with.
One night, after she had finished shaking her increasingly plump and increasingly profitable moneymaker to “My Humps,” Bea decided to treat herself to a post-lunch, pre-dinner snack at the buffet. Using one hand to scoop up delicious fried treats, she placed the other on the front of her expanding belly in a now second nature effort to keep from painfully bumping it into the side of the buffet. Bea liked to use these opportunities to get in good with the patrons, so she approached a table of three college-aged guys, exaggerating her waddle as she did so. “Hey, boys, mind if I join you?” she inquired playfully, as they politely obliged. Bea tried to appear interested in the young men, when her mind was really wrapped around the greasy, cheesy mozzarella sticks she was greedily cramming into her mouth. Either way, the guys were clearly enjoying the close up show, as Bea leaned back and balanced the plate on her belly, which had now filled out to the size of a small watermelon and was nearly as firm. When she had finished, Bea licked her fingers clean and went right back to work. “Mmmmm, that was good. So, you enjoying the show, big guy?” she asked, giving the guy on her right a little shoulder rub.
“Best club on the planet,” her replied with genuine admiration. They were watching a girl Bea had gotten to know fairly well, Kendra, who was currently five months pregnant with twins. Bea was secretly a little jealous of the girls who were pregnant with twins or triplets and had even contemplating entering one of those PTD roulette games she’d heard about. The two problems there were that the odds were stacked against her winding up pregnant with quintuplets and that they only did it at full term, so she wouldn’t get to be that big for long.
Kendra was strutting her stuff, tossing her long, blond hair, which came to rest on her tanned shoulders. Her well rounded abdomen was almost shiny, and the voluptuous hooters that had gotten her pregnant in the first place were even fuller, resting on the shelf of her belly and lolling off to the sides just a bit when she removed her bra. Despite her impressive size, Kendra could still work the pole as well as anyone. After hiking her bloated body up and spinning around three times, she landed crooked on her heel and twisted her ankle. The heavily expectant mother took a painful tumble off the stage and fell to the floor. Bea leapt up, the empty plate flying off her belly, and ran as fast as she could to her fallen friend. “Are you ok???”
“Aaaawwwwwww,” Kendra cried, then screamed, going into a panic, “My babies!!!” Bea didn’t have to think twice. In a minute, she had called an ambulance, quickly slipped on a gauzy robe for modesty, and was accompanying her friend as she was helped along by the paramedics.
At the hospital, Bea was forced to sit in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity until the doctor finally called her in. “Kendra,” the doctor began morosely, “I’m afraid you’ve incurred a nasty uterine tear from that fall. I’ve been over the ultrasound several times and consulted with a colleague for a second opinion, and I simply don’t see any way that you are going to be able to continue this pregnancy. At only 20 weeks, I just don’t see any way that your twins are going to make it.”
There was an ominous silence in the room as everyone, especially Kendra, was completely shaken. For a moment, no one said a word until Bea finally squeaked, “What if I do it? What if I carry her babies for her?” It was only at this moment of bold heroism that Bea noticed she was still wearing her clear plastic stripper shoes.
“Well,” the doctor said, “I can see you’re clearly already expecting, and while it’s highly unusual for one woman to carry pregnancies at different stages, there’s no medical reason not to. That is, if this is ok with the patient?”
“Yes! Yes! Anything to save my babies!” Kendra squealed. “Bea, I can’t possibly thank you enough. You’re the best friend anyone could ever have!” In a matter of moments, Kendra was wheeled and Bea waddled into the hospital’s PTD unit. Bea was beginning to have second thoughts. How big would she get? Would she still be able to do anything remotely resembling dancing? Giving birth to THREE tiny-people instead of one? How big would she be by the end of this? Just as her nerves were about to get the better of her, she felt the now familiar feeling of the 5D portal opening inside her womb. As Kendra’s painfully injured uterus began to mercifully shrink, the pale round globe of Bea’s belly expanded rapidly outward, pushing her silky robe to either side of her growing abdomen and rendering the sexy garment useless. As Kendra’s five-month along twins (along with all their amniotic fluid and placenta) joined her existing seven-month fetus, Bea’s already ripe belly more than doubled in size, exploding outward until she could just barely reach her belly button, which had now turned itself outward and was reaching as far forward as possible to create a miniscule additional bit of space for the incoming mass.
When it was all over, Bea took a tentative step out of the PTD, focusing carefully to gain her balance. Whereas she had barely noticed any physical changes after taking on Caitlyn’s little one at such an early stage, the young surrogate had suddenly put on over 40 lbs, almost exclusively in her mid-section. Stepping gingerly out, she noticed that she couldn’t help but waddle now and that her hips had spread out substantially to accommodate her much fuller abdomen. Kendra, suddenly as lithe and agile as ever, ran to Bea and gave her a great big hug, wrapping her arms around as much of her friend as she could. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed, as Bea nearly fell backwards and Kendra had to grab her hands to steady her. Bea then made the judicious decision to kick off her heels if she had any hopes of walking steadily. As heavy and unwieldy as she had become, now essentially carrying triplets, albeit at different stages of development and of different parentage, Bea felt she could handle herself. After a few awkward steps, her natural sense of grace and balance kicked in. By swinging her expanded hips in a wide gait, she could achieve forward motion. Her belly and butt both swung pendulously in opposite directions as she moved, filling Bea with an unexpected sense of feminine sensuality. “I can use this…” she thought to herself.