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Logan and Jennifer take one last beach trip before parenthood, where Jennifer has to put up with some not-so-friendly teasing.
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The sun was as bright and happy as it should have been at the beach, bathing the pier and ocean in blinding white light from the cloudless day. The heat would have been oppressive if not for the ocean breeze providing a gentle coolness to the people wandering outside, taking advantage of the oncoming summer. Two of those vacationers were Jennifer and Logan, who were taking advantage of their last few weeks of peace and quiet.
The two of them plodded down the pier, lazily taking in the sunlight and sea air. Logan's work had kept them cooped up inside for too long and it was an enormous relief to finally get some R&R before the big day arrived. They walked slowly together, hand in hand, glancing aside at the fishermen and cart vendors along the sides. Logan's gait was slowed to nearly a crawl to keep pace with Jennifer, who was going as fast as she could still comfortably waddle.
Totally forgoing maternity clothes to take a risk on beach attire, she was well on her way to approaching levels of 'dangerously pregnant.' While looking primed to drop at any moment, she still had a few more weeks left of waiting to do. Unless Jennifer won the bet with her sister and the twins came early. It was enough of a concern to keep her on edge and keep Logan floating delicately around her every moment he was able. She was more nervous than ever to be out in public, but the more she had shown over her pregnancy, the more she had caught smiling faces rather than staring ones. It was only though this optimism that she agreed to come out to the pier, in spite of her ponderous figure.
“I...I hate how they always put the food and stuff...at the- the end of the pier,” Jennifer panted, resting an arm atop her belly. It was large enough that she could balance things on top of it now, giving her an extra little shelf when she needed it. She whined as one of the twins kicked out hard, making her already taut skin feel ready to pop at any moment. The last thing she needed was to go into labor in public.
“I think it's because they want people to see the whole thing,” Logan said, patting her belly with his free hand to soothe her and the pups.
“Nobody would come down to see if all the stuff was right at the front.”
“I know, I know, but I'm still gonna complain,” Jennifer said. “The world needs to cater more to big, fat pregnant ladies.”
“Bathrooms can dispense cocoa butter instead of soap,” Logan joked.
“Free snack machines every ten feet,” Jennifer played along, giggling.
“Hot sauce on the dessert menu at restaurants.”
“Extra-sized and extra-soft seats on the subway.”
“Mandatory chocolate breaks in the middle of the day.”
“Empathy bellies for all the fathers.” Jennifer jabbed a finger into Logan's flat stomach, making him squirm. “Mandatory.”
“How about paternity leave so we can help out those big, fat pregnant ladies?” Logan licked Jennifer on the cheek. He paused, then whispered in her ear, “I didn't mean to call you big and fat. I'm sorry. You're still in good shape and you were going to get pretty big with the twins and all anyway and...Oh, uh...”
“It's fine, it's fine,” Jennifer laughed, playfully pushing Logan away. “I know what I look like. And it's mostly their fault, anyway.” She gestured to her belly in response. “Because [/i]they're[/i] the ones that like to take mommy's food right out of her stomach so they can get so big.”
“Yeah!” Logan said, poking a finger against Jennifer's tummy. “As soon as you get out of there, no more dessert for either of you!” In response, the twins inside shifted uncomfortably as Jennifer's stomach started to gurgle.
“As long as they three of us can still get dessert before they're born,” she said, running a hand down her curve. “I swear, there better be ice cream down at the end of this.”
“What kind of beachside pier wouldn't have ice cream?” Logan wrapped his arm against his heavy wife and kissed her on the cheek. “I'll take care of all three of you guys, don't worry about it.”
“I know you will,” Jennifer said, pulling him closer with her own arm. They conversation dipped into a warm, comfortable silence as the two continued to walk. Jennifer's slow, awkward momentum was frustrating most of the time, but with Logan around her and the sun warming both her tummy and the pups inside, she was content to simply waddle comfortably by his side.
As they reached the more populated end of the pier, Jennifer couldn't help but notice the gazes of the people she passed. The pattern normally followed their eyes glancing in her direction, following downward, and lingering on her sizable stomach. What followed was either a wide-eyed look of astonishment, the gaze moving back up to fall on her breasts, or a knowing smile and nod by old women, if she were lucky. She expected a few more...raunchy looks while wearing her bikini that day, but was able to shrug them off as long as Logan was at her side. But she caught more than a few from two hyenas that sat leaning against the guardrail of the pier.
As she and Logan chatted, Jennifer stole glances at them from across the pier, where they chuckled to each other while pretending not to look. She was feeling more embarrassed with each glance, but was doing her best to ignore them. Logan wasn't sure what was bothering her, but he tried to talk more loudly, tell more animated jokes, and really do anything possible to cheer her up. After looking out at the ocean together, Jennifer was finally unable to ignore the hungry stretching and kicking of the twins.
“I need something to eat,” she said. “We need something to eat. I was hungry before we even got here!”
“Those two have some very needy appetites,” Logan joked, standing upright from the guardrail. “There's a little hot dog stand around the corner that has great chili. Want me to come with you?”
“...Yeah, actually,” Jennifer said. She had a habit of refusing Logan's more doting requests out of a desire to still feel independent, but the laughter of the two hyenas they'd have to walk past spooked her. She'd feel better with him by her side. Logan hopped cheerfully the distance between the rail and his wife, throwing a protective arm around her shoulder. His wagging tail thumped rhythmically against her lower back, but she had gotten used to that habit of his and even found it endearing at times.
As the crossed the pier, Jennifer tried not to look at the hyenas, who seemed preoccupied with their cell phones at the moment. But as they passed, a new chorus of snickers started up behind them as a voice broke through the quiet air.
“Hey honey, you lookin' thick!” One of the hyenas shouted, sending the other into hissing hysterics. Logan stopped, jumping at the sudden noise. He turned around, ears standing straight up. Jennifer didn't, her ears folded flat against her head as she pulled Logan's shirt to continue walking.
“Just ignore them,” Jennifer grumbled, urging her husband to do what she couldn't.
“C'mon, girl! Don't walk away!” the hyena called out. “Back that ass back over here! You pop out that kid and I'll put another right back in!”
“You look good in those shorts, girl!” The other yelled, in a higher voice. “I can't wait to see em on my floor!”
“Why'd your man even let you outta the house? Why ain't you just cookin' him pancakes or somethin'?”
“You gonna come over here and let me have a taste of them titties?”
“This slut look like she's bout to explode!”
“Shut up,” Jennifer turned and shouted. The hyenas jumped briefly, but continued to laugh even harder at her resistance. Tears were poised on the edges of her eyelids and her fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms. Before she could do or say anything else, Logan gently rested his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear.
“They're not worth it. Just ignore them. They can't do anything to you.” With a little force, he turned Jennifer around and continued their walk to the other side of the food shack. The two hyenas continued the laugh and jeer behind them, but soon died down as their entertainment continued out of sight.
Jennifer didn't feel nearly as hungry as she did before. Mostly she felt a rotten, impotent anger in her throat that could only come out through the hot tears staining her fur. Instead of heading to the snack bar, she sat heavily on a bench next to it, needing Logan's help to lower her encumbered body. She held in her anger enough to keep from shouting, but she sat on the bench and cried quietly with her hands atop her belly. Logan sat next to her and entwined his fingers between hers.
“Jenn, those guys are scum. Don't listen to anything they say. They just think it'd be funny to get a rise out of you. I mean, who makes fun of a pregnant lady? Seriously? You can't wait until the baby is born to take it's candy?”
Jennifer sniffed and chuckled, wiping away a tear to look Logan in the eye.
“That...That sounded better in my head.”
“I'm sure it did,” she said, through a stuffy nose. She sniffed again and looked out at the ocean. The day that had seemed so nice and inviting had become too bright and oppressive. “It's not what they said. That was just stupid. But what does it say about me that I was bothered by it?”
“It says you're a wonderful, sensitive, and very heavily pregnant
woman with her hormones all over the place,” Logan responded, matter-of-factually. “Mood swings are a thing, remember?”
“I guess,” Jennifer sighed. “Guys like that didn't bother me before now. Maybe I'm just a...” She paused, cradling her hands under her belly. “...a big target.”
“Alright, this is not why we came out here,” Logan said, softly but determined. He ran his hands through Jennifer's hair and touched noses with her. “We're supposed to be having fun, and I'm gonna make that happen. What ice cream do you want?”
Jennifer laughed, licking his nose affectionately. “Pick something. I trust you.”
“But the last three times I went to the store, I got something you didn't eat.”
“That was Pregnant Jenn talking. Real Jenn says whatever you get today will be the right one.”
Logan grinned, licking her back. Leaning down to her belly, he knocked on it like a door and said, “Be good in there 'til I get back.” A hard kick bumped out visibly on the surface of her tummy, right beneath Logan's face. “Ugh, if it weren't for your mother, you wouldn't get any ice cream.”
“C'mon,” Jennifer cooed. “They're just excited for their birthday next month.”
Logan gave Jennifer's belly a soft kiss before standing, spluttering “Be right back,” and running off around the side of the shack. She sighed, not exactly relishing the moment alone, but needing the quiet to think. She sighed, as deeply as she could with her lungs fighting for space around her pups. The ocean was wide, blue, and looked so cool and inviting. If not for her condition, she would have leapt over the guardrail into the cold water beneath it.
But she couldn't. As much as she wished she could run, jump, climb, swim, flip, or anything else, she was held back by the heavy weight of her own body. Or, rather, two extra bodies. It was almost 8 months to the day she had been pregnant, with every day becoming more uncomfortable and more humiliating than the last, just for the sake of bringing her and Logan's children healthily into the world. She had taken the answer for granted from the beginning, but for the first time, when she asked herself 'Is it worth it?', she wasn't so sure.
One of the twins, as if sensing the lull in activity, started to squirm and writhe in her womb, evidently trying to flip over. Jennifer was so lost in her thoughts, she simply winced quietly and rubbed the spot on her belly where the pup sat lowest. But she was quickly snapped out of it by the sense of pressure she felt somewhere deep in the depths of her body.
“Ugh,” she grumbled, looking down at herself. “Is that really necessary?” Jennifer sighed, cupping one arm under her belly while pushing with the other, doing her best to rock back to her feet. She stood on her heavy, sore paws, finally, and began her burdened waddle to the small bathroom against the far side of the snack bar.
She blinked under the florescent lights, wincing at the sudden change. While the heat near the ocean was comfortable, she felt at ease under the humming air conditioning. As she wobbled across the tiled floor, cool and slick with ocean water, the pressure on her bladder suddenly abated with a shift of the lower pup. Jennifer stopped in her tracks, rubbing the small of her back and groaning.
“Will you make up your mind?” she said to her stomach.
“I'm sorry?” came an unexpected voice from the stall near the back of the room. Jennifer jumped in response, barely managing to avoid slipping on the wet floor.
“Oh, uh....No. Sorry. Not you,” she said, hoping she wouldn't have to explain why she were talking to an ostensibly empty room. Jennifer began the slow, awkward walk back outside before she caught a glimpse of herself in the wide mirror above the sink. It was telling that she were too big to see herself in profile from the mirrors at home, so it was the first time Jennifer was able to get a full look of her full body.
The only familiar part of her reflection was her fur color and head. The rest of her had ballooned out into what she thought was a cartoonish size. Her belly stood out far from her body, at least large enough to keep her from touching her fingers together when wrapped around it. Her breasts had at least doubled in size and rested just above her stomach, likely large enough to fall out of her bikini top if not for the small shirt she wore that barely covered a third of her growing size. Jennifer frowned, smoothing down her fur across the front of her belly as best she could. No wonder she were the target of so many catcalls. She looked absolutely ridiculous. A couple more tears fell out of her eyes as she cradled her arms under her tummy. She was already in love with her babies, before they were even born, but why did she have to suffer so much just to get them?
The sound of a toilet flushing snapped Jennifer out of her trance and she dried her eyes with the sleeve of her small beach shirt. An old, shaggy dog woman emerged from the stall, taking her steps carefully and uneasily. Jennifer approached the sink and tried to pretend she were just washing her hands, but she was unable to reach the tap around her baby bump. She sighed deeply and simply took a paper towel out of the dispenser to her right, that time pretending she had just finished washing her hands.
The little old woman shuffled up to the sink beside Jennifer and washed her hands daintily, looking up to smile warmly at her through the reflection of the mirror. Jennifer returned it, still rubbing her hands under the towel and wincing at the needy kicks of one of the pups, still cranky for the ice cream it had been promised. The old woman giggled quietly and crossed over to the paper towel dispenser itself, right next to Jennifer.
“Oh you poor girl,” the woman said, sympathetically looking at Jennifer's belly. “Are they your first?”
“They are,” Jennifer said, rubbing her hands through her belly fur. “And if that wasn't hard enough already, it's twins.”
“Tch, I know how hard that is,” she said. She hovered a hand above Jennifer, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. She nodded, at least thankful she were being asked first. The woman laid a soft hand against the tight skin of Jennifer's womb, searching across its surface for a kicking or movement to feel. “My oldest son was by himself, but his brother and sister were twins. I can't imagine having to deal with that my first time.” The woman explored Jennifer's belly before one of the twins began to squirm and shift under her palm. She giggled again, whispering to herself, “There you are, little fella.”
“It's....very hard,” Jennifer admitted, letting the woman explore and feel for the second pup. “I really can't wait to meet the pups. I'm so tired of this.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that,” the woman responded. “I told my husband we weren't having any children after the first. But don't let your decisions be too solid. Sometimes, a change of mind can really make a difference.” She found the kicking second twin, thrashing out against the tight, sensitive skin of Jennifer's navel. The woman rubbed the pup from the outside, making cooing noises to the excited baby from against Jennifer's belly. Maybe it was the simple empathy, but she felt more trusting to this woman than many others. Perhaps it was the slow, gentle way she carried herself, or the soft and slight movements she made while feeling Jennifer's bump.
“I can't even imagine doing this again,” Jennifer complained, leaning against the counter so she could at least rest while the woman got her fill of belly rubs.
“You always will by the time your third trimester comes around,” the woman said, knowingly. “But once you hold that...those little pups in your arms, it'll all be worth it in the end. Take it from someone who's been there.” The woman looked up at Jennifer and smiled. She glanced down, realizing that her hand was still splayed out across Jennifer's belly, and jerked it back quickly. “Oh! So sorry, dear. You know how old ladies are around babies, after all.”
“No no, it's absolutely fine,” Jennifer reassured her. “I can't say I didn't need that.”
“Glad to help,” the woman said, tottering over to the door. “I hope you're planning on getting in the water, today. This isn't the kind of heat to be carrying around a belly like that, after all.”
“It was on my list,” Jennifer laughed. The woman silently nodded before waving goodbye and walking back out into the blazing sunlight.
Alone again, Jennifer breathed a deep sigh, looking down at herself. Feeling a deep sense of serenity, she planted a soft kiss against both of her palms, then laid them against her belly, above where she could feel both of the twins underneath.
“For you,” she told them.
Waddling back outside, Jennifer was once again blinded by the sunlight, but it was far more manageable experience as a lazy cloud drifted in front of the sun's view. As she made her way back to the bench, she spotted the back side of Logan, standing out along the far end of the pier and glancing wildly around for her.
“Back here!” She called out, as she struggled and grunted at her attempt to sit down, the pups kicking in protest at being squished beneath her ribs. As she finally sat back and sighed, Logan was already there, presenting her a plastic bowl of Dippin Dots with a spoon sticking out.
“Ohhhhhh,” Jennifer said, snatching it. “I haven't had these in forever.”
“Neither have I. I got you the cotton candy flavored one. I still have a couple of these left too,” Logan said, presenting a few packets of Taco Bell's medium hot sauce he usually kept in his pocket when going out with Jennifer.
“You know how to treat a lady right,” Jennifer said. She set the ice cream down atop the swell of her belly, but gasped in response as she looked up to grab the hot sauce. “Logan! Oh my God!”
Logan's dark, canine muzzle was covered in fresh cuts and scrapes, some deep enough to draw blood. His right nostril steadily dripped blood down his face and one of his eyes was puffy and swollen, eyelids twitching weakly. His hands gripping the hot sauce and his own ice cream shook as well, with the knuckles split open into small, red scrapes.
“What?” Logan said. He rolled his eyes and gestured to his face. “No way, this is nothing. It's worse than it looks.”
“Wh- How did- Who-” Jennifer set her ice cream beside her on the bench and extended her arm to her husband. “Help me up.” Logan dutifully complied. Once she was on her feet, she crossed the pier to look around the snack bar that blocked her view.
There was a crowd of commotion around the far corner of the guardrail. One of the two hyena boys was slumped on the ground, barely conscious as his head wobbled back and forth. He held an ice pack to his head while a paramedic, shined a small flashlight into both of his eyes. Most of the action was centered on the four lifeguards, who all worked together to pull up the second hyena boy from the ocean below. He was dripping wet and out cold, only just then being pulled over the side and back onto the pier.
Jennifer stared back at Logan, her mouth opened in shock. He averted his eyes from the scene and began to nonchalantly eat his own bowl of Dippin Dots.
“People should really be more careful, I guess,” he mumbled. “It's a pretty long fall.”
Jennifer plodded back, sitting next to Logan on the bench. She squeezed open her hot sauce packet and drenched her ice cream in it.
“So...” Jennifer said around a spoonful of ice cream. “They...'fell.'”
“Or jumped,” Logan said, shrugging. “I didn't really see.”
“Of course you didn't,” Jennifer said. She and Logan quietly ate their ice cream, tuning out the sound of the life guards behind them and simply staring out to sea. Jennifer, unsurprisingly, finished hers first. Setting it down, she shifted over and leaned her head against Logan's shoulder, lazily running a finger down her belly. Logan leaned against her as well, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
The two of them quietly kissed before settling back to watch the water as it stretched out to the horizon.
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The sun was as bright and happy as it should have been at the beach, bathing the pier and ocean in blinding white light from the cloudless day. The heat would have been oppressive if not for the ocean breeze providing a gentle coolness to the people wandering outside, taking advantage of the oncoming summer. Two of those vacationers were Jennifer and Logan, who were taking advantage of their last few weeks of peace and quiet.
The two of them plodded down the pier, lazily taking in the sunlight and sea air. Logan's work had kept them cooped up inside for too long and it was an enormous relief to finally get some R&R before the big day arrived. They walked slowly together, hand in hand, glancing aside at the fishermen and cart vendors along the sides. Logan's gait was slowed to nearly a crawl to keep pace with Jennifer, who was going as fast as she could still comfortably waddle.
Totally forgoing maternity clothes to take a risk on beach attire, she was well on her way to approaching levels of 'dangerously pregnant.' While looking primed to drop at any moment, she still had a few more weeks left of waiting to do. Unless Jennifer won the bet with her sister and the twins came early. It was enough of a concern to keep her on edge and keep Logan floating delicately around her every moment he was able. She was more nervous than ever to be out in public, but the more she had shown over her pregnancy, the more she had caught smiling faces rather than staring ones. It was only though this optimism that she agreed to come out to the pier, in spite of her ponderous figure.
“I...I hate how they always put the food and stuff...at the- the end of the pier,” Jennifer panted, resting an arm atop her belly. It was large enough that she could balance things on top of it now, giving her an extra little shelf when she needed it. She whined as one of the twins kicked out hard, making her already taut skin feel ready to pop at any moment. The last thing she needed was to go into labor in public.
“I think it's because they want people to see the whole thing,” Logan said, patting her belly with his free hand to soothe her and the pups.
“Nobody would come down to see if all the stuff was right at the front.”
“I know, I know, but I'm still gonna complain,” Jennifer said. “The world needs to cater more to big, fat pregnant ladies.”
“Bathrooms can dispense cocoa butter instead of soap,” Logan joked.
“Free snack machines every ten feet,” Jennifer played along, giggling.
“Hot sauce on the dessert menu at restaurants.”
“Extra-sized and extra-soft seats on the subway.”
“Mandatory chocolate breaks in the middle of the day.”
“Empathy bellies for all the fathers.” Jennifer jabbed a finger into Logan's flat stomach, making him squirm. “Mandatory.”
“How about paternity leave so we can help out those big, fat pregnant ladies?” Logan licked Jennifer on the cheek. He paused, then whispered in her ear, “I didn't mean to call you big and fat. I'm sorry. You're still in good shape and you were going to get pretty big with the twins and all anyway and...Oh, uh...”
“It's fine, it's fine,” Jennifer laughed, playfully pushing Logan away. “I know what I look like. And it's mostly their fault, anyway.” She gestured to her belly in response. “Because [/i]they're[/i] the ones that like to take mommy's food right out of her stomach so they can get so big.”
“Yeah!” Logan said, poking a finger against Jennifer's tummy. “As soon as you get out of there, no more dessert for either of you!” In response, the twins inside shifted uncomfortably as Jennifer's stomach started to gurgle.
“As long as they three of us can still get dessert before they're born,” she said, running a hand down her curve. “I swear, there better be ice cream down at the end of this.”
“What kind of beachside pier wouldn't have ice cream?” Logan wrapped his arm against his heavy wife and kissed her on the cheek. “I'll take care of all three of you guys, don't worry about it.”
“I know you will,” Jennifer said, pulling him closer with her own arm. They conversation dipped into a warm, comfortable silence as the two continued to walk. Jennifer's slow, awkward momentum was frustrating most of the time, but with Logan around her and the sun warming both her tummy and the pups inside, she was content to simply waddle comfortably by his side.
As they reached the more populated end of the pier, Jennifer couldn't help but notice the gazes of the people she passed. The pattern normally followed their eyes glancing in her direction, following downward, and lingering on her sizable stomach. What followed was either a wide-eyed look of astonishment, the gaze moving back up to fall on her breasts, or a knowing smile and nod by old women, if she were lucky. She expected a few more...raunchy looks while wearing her bikini that day, but was able to shrug them off as long as Logan was at her side. But she caught more than a few from two hyenas that sat leaning against the guardrail of the pier.
As she and Logan chatted, Jennifer stole glances at them from across the pier, where they chuckled to each other while pretending not to look. She was feeling more embarrassed with each glance, but was doing her best to ignore them. Logan wasn't sure what was bothering her, but he tried to talk more loudly, tell more animated jokes, and really do anything possible to cheer her up. After looking out at the ocean together, Jennifer was finally unable to ignore the hungry stretching and kicking of the twins.
“I need something to eat,” she said. “We need something to eat. I was hungry before we even got here!”
“Those two have some very needy appetites,” Logan joked, standing upright from the guardrail. “There's a little hot dog stand around the corner that has great chili. Want me to come with you?”
“...Yeah, actually,” Jennifer said. She had a habit of refusing Logan's more doting requests out of a desire to still feel independent, but the laughter of the two hyenas they'd have to walk past spooked her. She'd feel better with him by her side. Logan hopped cheerfully the distance between the rail and his wife, throwing a protective arm around her shoulder. His wagging tail thumped rhythmically against her lower back, but she had gotten used to that habit of his and even found it endearing at times.
As the crossed the pier, Jennifer tried not to look at the hyenas, who seemed preoccupied with their cell phones at the moment. But as they passed, a new chorus of snickers started up behind them as a voice broke through the quiet air.
“Hey honey, you lookin' thick!” One of the hyenas shouted, sending the other into hissing hysterics. Logan stopped, jumping at the sudden noise. He turned around, ears standing straight up. Jennifer didn't, her ears folded flat against her head as she pulled Logan's shirt to continue walking.
“Just ignore them,” Jennifer grumbled, urging her husband to do what she couldn't.
“C'mon, girl! Don't walk away!” the hyena called out. “Back that ass back over here! You pop out that kid and I'll put another right back in!”
“You look good in those shorts, girl!” The other yelled, in a higher voice. “I can't wait to see em on my floor!”
“Why'd your man even let you outta the house? Why ain't you just cookin' him pancakes or somethin'?”
“You gonna come over here and let me have a taste of them titties?”
“This slut look like she's bout to explode!”
“Shut up,” Jennifer turned and shouted. The hyenas jumped briefly, but continued to laugh even harder at her resistance. Tears were poised on the edges of her eyelids and her fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms. Before she could do or say anything else, Logan gently rested his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear.
“They're not worth it. Just ignore them. They can't do anything to you.” With a little force, he turned Jennifer around and continued their walk to the other side of the food shack. The two hyenas continued the laugh and jeer behind them, but soon died down as their entertainment continued out of sight.
Jennifer didn't feel nearly as hungry as she did before. Mostly she felt a rotten, impotent anger in her throat that could only come out through the hot tears staining her fur. Instead of heading to the snack bar, she sat heavily on a bench next to it, needing Logan's help to lower her encumbered body. She held in her anger enough to keep from shouting, but she sat on the bench and cried quietly with her hands atop her belly. Logan sat next to her and entwined his fingers between hers.
“Jenn, those guys are scum. Don't listen to anything they say. They just think it'd be funny to get a rise out of you. I mean, who makes fun of a pregnant lady? Seriously? You can't wait until the baby is born to take it's candy?”
Jennifer sniffed and chuckled, wiping away a tear to look Logan in the eye.
“That...That sounded better in my head.”
“I'm sure it did,” she said, through a stuffy nose. She sniffed again and looked out at the ocean. The day that had seemed so nice and inviting had become too bright and oppressive. “It's not what they said. That was just stupid. But what does it say about me that I was bothered by it?”
“It says you're a wonderful, sensitive, and very heavily pregnant
woman with her hormones all over the place,” Logan responded, matter-of-factually. “Mood swings are a thing, remember?”
“I guess,” Jennifer sighed. “Guys like that didn't bother me before now. Maybe I'm just a...” She paused, cradling her hands under her belly. “...a big target.”
“Alright, this is not why we came out here,” Logan said, softly but determined. He ran his hands through Jennifer's hair and touched noses with her. “We're supposed to be having fun, and I'm gonna make that happen. What ice cream do you want?”
Jennifer laughed, licking his nose affectionately. “Pick something. I trust you.”
“But the last three times I went to the store, I got something you didn't eat.”
“That was Pregnant Jenn talking. Real Jenn says whatever you get today will be the right one.”
Logan grinned, licking her back. Leaning down to her belly, he knocked on it like a door and said, “Be good in there 'til I get back.” A hard kick bumped out visibly on the surface of her tummy, right beneath Logan's face. “Ugh, if it weren't for your mother, you wouldn't get any ice cream.”
“C'mon,” Jennifer cooed. “They're just excited for their birthday next month.”
Logan gave Jennifer's belly a soft kiss before standing, spluttering “Be right back,” and running off around the side of the shack. She sighed, not exactly relishing the moment alone, but needing the quiet to think. She sighed, as deeply as she could with her lungs fighting for space around her pups. The ocean was wide, blue, and looked so cool and inviting. If not for her condition, she would have leapt over the guardrail into the cold water beneath it.
But she couldn't. As much as she wished she could run, jump, climb, swim, flip, or anything else, she was held back by the heavy weight of her own body. Or, rather, two extra bodies. It was almost 8 months to the day she had been pregnant, with every day becoming more uncomfortable and more humiliating than the last, just for the sake of bringing her and Logan's children healthily into the world. She had taken the answer for granted from the beginning, but for the first time, when she asked herself 'Is it worth it?', she wasn't so sure.
One of the twins, as if sensing the lull in activity, started to squirm and writhe in her womb, evidently trying to flip over. Jennifer was so lost in her thoughts, she simply winced quietly and rubbed the spot on her belly where the pup sat lowest. But she was quickly snapped out of it by the sense of pressure she felt somewhere deep in the depths of her body.
“Ugh,” she grumbled, looking down at herself. “Is that really necessary?” Jennifer sighed, cupping one arm under her belly while pushing with the other, doing her best to rock back to her feet. She stood on her heavy, sore paws, finally, and began her burdened waddle to the small bathroom against the far side of the snack bar.
She blinked under the florescent lights, wincing at the sudden change. While the heat near the ocean was comfortable, she felt at ease under the humming air conditioning. As she wobbled across the tiled floor, cool and slick with ocean water, the pressure on her bladder suddenly abated with a shift of the lower pup. Jennifer stopped in her tracks, rubbing the small of her back and groaning.
“Will you make up your mind?” she said to her stomach.
“I'm sorry?” came an unexpected voice from the stall near the back of the room. Jennifer jumped in response, barely managing to avoid slipping on the wet floor.
“Oh, uh....No. Sorry. Not you,” she said, hoping she wouldn't have to explain why she were talking to an ostensibly empty room. Jennifer began the slow, awkward walk back outside before she caught a glimpse of herself in the wide mirror above the sink. It was telling that she were too big to see herself in profile from the mirrors at home, so it was the first time Jennifer was able to get a full look of her full body.
The only familiar part of her reflection was her fur color and head. The rest of her had ballooned out into what she thought was a cartoonish size. Her belly stood out far from her body, at least large enough to keep her from touching her fingers together when wrapped around it. Her breasts had at least doubled in size and rested just above her stomach, likely large enough to fall out of her bikini top if not for the small shirt she wore that barely covered a third of her growing size. Jennifer frowned, smoothing down her fur across the front of her belly as best she could. No wonder she were the target of so many catcalls. She looked absolutely ridiculous. A couple more tears fell out of her eyes as she cradled her arms under her tummy. She was already in love with her babies, before they were even born, but why did she have to suffer so much just to get them?
The sound of a toilet flushing snapped Jennifer out of her trance and she dried her eyes with the sleeve of her small beach shirt. An old, shaggy dog woman emerged from the stall, taking her steps carefully and uneasily. Jennifer approached the sink and tried to pretend she were just washing her hands, but she was unable to reach the tap around her baby bump. She sighed deeply and simply took a paper towel out of the dispenser to her right, that time pretending she had just finished washing her hands.
The little old woman shuffled up to the sink beside Jennifer and washed her hands daintily, looking up to smile warmly at her through the reflection of the mirror. Jennifer returned it, still rubbing her hands under the towel and wincing at the needy kicks of one of the pups, still cranky for the ice cream it had been promised. The old woman giggled quietly and crossed over to the paper towel dispenser itself, right next to Jennifer.
“Oh you poor girl,” the woman said, sympathetically looking at Jennifer's belly. “Are they your first?”
“They are,” Jennifer said, rubbing her hands through her belly fur. “And if that wasn't hard enough already, it's twins.”
“Tch, I know how hard that is,” she said. She hovered a hand above Jennifer, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. She nodded, at least thankful she were being asked first. The woman laid a soft hand against the tight skin of Jennifer's womb, searching across its surface for a kicking or movement to feel. “My oldest son was by himself, but his brother and sister were twins. I can't imagine having to deal with that my first time.” The woman explored Jennifer's belly before one of the twins began to squirm and shift under her palm. She giggled again, whispering to herself, “There you are, little fella.”
“It's....very hard,” Jennifer admitted, letting the woman explore and feel for the second pup. “I really can't wait to meet the pups. I'm so tired of this.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that,” the woman responded. “I told my husband we weren't having any children after the first. But don't let your decisions be too solid. Sometimes, a change of mind can really make a difference.” She found the kicking second twin, thrashing out against the tight, sensitive skin of Jennifer's navel. The woman rubbed the pup from the outside, making cooing noises to the excited baby from against Jennifer's belly. Maybe it was the simple empathy, but she felt more trusting to this woman than many others. Perhaps it was the slow, gentle way she carried herself, or the soft and slight movements she made while feeling Jennifer's bump.
“I can't even imagine doing this again,” Jennifer complained, leaning against the counter so she could at least rest while the woman got her fill of belly rubs.
“You always will by the time your third trimester comes around,” the woman said, knowingly. “But once you hold that...those little pups in your arms, it'll all be worth it in the end. Take it from someone who's been there.” The woman looked up at Jennifer and smiled. She glanced down, realizing that her hand was still splayed out across Jennifer's belly, and jerked it back quickly. “Oh! So sorry, dear. You know how old ladies are around babies, after all.”
“No no, it's absolutely fine,” Jennifer reassured her. “I can't say I didn't need that.”
“Glad to help,” the woman said, tottering over to the door. “I hope you're planning on getting in the water, today. This isn't the kind of heat to be carrying around a belly like that, after all.”
“It was on my list,” Jennifer laughed. The woman silently nodded before waving goodbye and walking back out into the blazing sunlight.
Alone again, Jennifer breathed a deep sigh, looking down at herself. Feeling a deep sense of serenity, she planted a soft kiss against both of her palms, then laid them against her belly, above where she could feel both of the twins underneath.
“For you,” she told them.
Waddling back outside, Jennifer was once again blinded by the sunlight, but it was far more manageable experience as a lazy cloud drifted in front of the sun's view. As she made her way back to the bench, she spotted the back side of Logan, standing out along the far end of the pier and glancing wildly around for her.
“Back here!” She called out, as she struggled and grunted at her attempt to sit down, the pups kicking in protest at being squished beneath her ribs. As she finally sat back and sighed, Logan was already there, presenting her a plastic bowl of Dippin Dots with a spoon sticking out.
“Ohhhhhh,” Jennifer said, snatching it. “I haven't had these in forever.”
“Neither have I. I got you the cotton candy flavored one. I still have a couple of these left too,” Logan said, presenting a few packets of Taco Bell's medium hot sauce he usually kept in his pocket when going out with Jennifer.
“You know how to treat a lady right,” Jennifer said. She set the ice cream down atop the swell of her belly, but gasped in response as she looked up to grab the hot sauce. “Logan! Oh my God!”
Logan's dark, canine muzzle was covered in fresh cuts and scrapes, some deep enough to draw blood. His right nostril steadily dripped blood down his face and one of his eyes was puffy and swollen, eyelids twitching weakly. His hands gripping the hot sauce and his own ice cream shook as well, with the knuckles split open into small, red scrapes.
“What?” Logan said. He rolled his eyes and gestured to his face. “No way, this is nothing. It's worse than it looks.”
“Wh- How did- Who-” Jennifer set her ice cream beside her on the bench and extended her arm to her husband. “Help me up.” Logan dutifully complied. Once she was on her feet, she crossed the pier to look around the snack bar that blocked her view.
There was a crowd of commotion around the far corner of the guardrail. One of the two hyena boys was slumped on the ground, barely conscious as his head wobbled back and forth. He held an ice pack to his head while a paramedic, shined a small flashlight into both of his eyes. Most of the action was centered on the four lifeguards, who all worked together to pull up the second hyena boy from the ocean below. He was dripping wet and out cold, only just then being pulled over the side and back onto the pier.
Jennifer stared back at Logan, her mouth opened in shock. He averted his eyes from the scene and began to nonchalantly eat his own bowl of Dippin Dots.
“People should really be more careful, I guess,” he mumbled. “It's a pretty long fall.”
Jennifer plodded back, sitting next to Logan on the bench. She squeezed open her hot sauce packet and drenched her ice cream in it.
“So...” Jennifer said around a spoonful of ice cream. “They...'fell.'”
“Or jumped,” Logan said, shrugging. “I didn't really see.”
“Of course you didn't,” Jennifer said. She and Logan quietly ate their ice cream, tuning out the sound of the life guards behind them and simply staring out to sea. Jennifer, unsurprisingly, finished hers first. Setting it down, she shifted over and leaned her head against Logan's shoulder, lazily running a finger down her belly. Logan leaned against her as well, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
The two of them quietly kissed before settling back to watch the water as it stretched out to the horizon.
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Category Story / Pregnancy
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Man has some serious self control. I wouldnt be able to stop myself from instantly turning around and kicking their ass if that happened to my love, but starting a fight would only stress her out more, he is a smart senpai. Of course again, serious self control how he privately punished those 2 douchebags, I'd have just slit their throats and left them in an alley....but avoiding a murder rap Is the responsible thing to do as a Father.
Also, why is their no #Justice or #Vengeance tags? Thats Literally my fetish!! T-T
Also, why is their no #Justice or #Vengeance tags? Thats Literally my fetish!! T-T
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