Emi's 3rd Pregnancy #2 - Scrub In The Tub

To those hoping for another Aya pic, here you go! This time standing too, it didn't quite feel right to leave her only pregnant scene where she's sitting. So here she is again, grown a bit bigger too!

Entry on the Vault

Story written by me and edited by Warmind Asura and GhostPlasma.

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Each and every day Aya looked forward to heading home at the end of her shift. She spent each day looking forward to each evening, and enjoying the peace and quiet of her own apartment. The atmosphere one perfectly crafted by her boyfriend, Kouta. Getting there was her ideal way to unwind after a long day of dealing with Emi and her gang. And that was not to say Aya didn’t enjoy her time each day with her friend and her family, because she did. But they were also… a lot.  

Before she had gotten pregnant, navigating the daily chaos had been manageable. But as the months had passed her belly and breasts had gotten bigger and bigger. As they had climbed in size from large to nearly unmanageable her hormones had continued to spiral wildly as well. Now Aya routinely found her patience running thin. The doctor knew it was no one’s fault in particular and did her best to remind herself of that fact whenever she could. But the closer she got to 40 weeks, the more and more she found herself becoming a slave to her own biology like everyone else.

“What do you mean, you can’t pick me up today?!” Aya cried, clutching her phone tightly to the side of her face. Matt and Emi both gave her a curious look from across the room. “-O-overtime? Uh-huh- yeah. ALL-... all night..? Fine... okay, love you too. Bye.”

She turned to confront the gazes. Matthew looked back at the television, but Emi continued to stare in her direction as curiosity continued to mount within her.

Aya cleared her throat. “It... seems I have a request.” She softly declared. “Can I... spend the night here?”

Emi simply grinned back at her friend and doctor. The massively pregnant woman knew that look, and immediately regretted asking.

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Aya leaned back against the corner wall of the shower as she allowed the warm water to flow over her massive body. As she did she silently thanked the nameless designer for crafting this ridiculously large space to incorporate handlebars into the design. She gripped both as she allowed them to remove much of the stress from her legs and lower back. She was exhausted from the long day, and the water felt revitalizing.

As Aya stood under the water’s warm caress, she was also reminded that it did not feel nearly as spacious as it was designed to be. While she normally preferred to bathe alone, tonight found herself sharing that space with her bluenette friend. It was another byproduct of being 40 weeks pregnant with decuplets: she could no longer effectively wash certain parts of herself.

“Emi? Are you even- doing anything?” Aya asked, as she tilted her head upwards in an attempt to try and gain any kind of view below the gigantic dome that was her belly. “I can’t stand like this forever.”

“Hold on- hold on!” Her friend responded from somewhere below. While Aya didn’t feel anything- or anyone- scrubbing at her belly, she still heard Emi’s grunts and felt the soft fleshy masses of Emi’s breasts shoving past her feet.

“What seems to be the problem?” Aya asked as her patience wore thin. She was in no mood for Emi’s typical shenanigans, and just wanted to lay down.

“-I need to get into a good position,” Emi grunted her reply. Aya heard her spit water, and knew that either the shower’s flow was directly over top of Emi, or the river that was running off of her own massive body was soaking her friend.

Aya closed her eyes and sighed. In no universe had she ever imagined that she would someday end up carrying 10 children. That realization alone was still one she was struggling to comprehend. The added twist of showering with a friend, one who had willingly gotten pregnant thrice over, that was currently trying her ‘best’ to help Aya wash herself was nigh incomprehensible to the young doctor.

Aya was so used to the chaos and absurdity that Emi brought with her on a daily basis, that it didn’t even phase her when she felt one of Emi’s gargantuan breasts graze past her lower leg. Only when she stopped and pondered.

She’s the worst influence, Aya thought to herself as she suddenly found herself enjoying the touch of the soft flesh against her own skin.

She reflexively moved her foot away and from under the massive mammary. Emi grunted gently as Aya did.

“Emi…,” Aya began again. “I really need to sit down. What are you doing down there?”

Aya felt a hand reach out and gently touch her gravid belly. A hand devoid of a washcloth or a brush. Aya’s patience was at its limit.

“Emi!” She snapped. “Stop messing around!”

“I- I’m not…,” Emi replied.

“Then what are you doing?” Aya responded.

“I… I was just curious, is all…,” Emi said softly and removed the hand.

“Curious about what?” Aya asked as she desperately tried to moderate her tone and remind herself she was a guest tonight.

“Curious… about what it was like to touch another pregnant woman’s stomach,” Emi answered sheepishly.

“Oh..,” Aya softly said.

Emi instantly giggled, and the touch returned, “The view from down here is FANTASTIC! When I get this large you’ll have to try it!”

She let out a groan as Emi laughed. “Why are you acting like this is a new thing?”

“I don’t know,” Aya grunted and gripped the railings tighter. “Thirty more seconds and then you’re done.
I REALLY need to sit down.”

The touch became a gentle caress. Aya couldn’t help but find herself enjoying it on some level. Her mind flashed to Emi’s brother’s touch, and how she wished it was Kouta’s hand on her stomach instead.

Water splashed gently around her ankles as Emi shifted her body positioning. It snapped Aya back to reality. The young doctor leaned to her side. The base of the shower had slowly been filling with water. It took her no time at all to find the problem.

Aya cleared her throat, “Time’s up. And also… Shift your breast.”

“Huh?” Emi asked as Aya finally felt a wash cloth brushing against the lower portion of her massive belly.

“You breast. It’s blocking the drain,” Aya answered in a flat monotone, clearly ready to be done in the shower. “Shift it to let the water down.”

“Oh. Right,” Emi replied. Aya felt the breast brush against her foot again as Emi readjusted it. She heard a rush of water as the contents of the bottom of the shower raced to empty. “Thanks, Aya! You’re the best!”

“Uh huh,” she replied and looked back up at the ceiling. Just wanting to sit down.

A few more moments passed as Emi continued to gently scrub the wide expanse of Aya’s belly, before the bluenette finally looked up and caught Aya studying her.

“What? What'd I do now? Why are you looking at me like that?” Emi asked defensively. “I’m washing you, just like I’m supposed to be!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Aya replied with a sigh. “I'm just wondering how much worse that drain issue might get in a few month's time…”

The realization of Aya’s words hit Emi slowly, but as soon as they did a smile slowly spread across the bluenette’s face, grinning ear to ear.