“Nearly there, forty-two weeks. The only one pieces I saw were the girls who had decided against bikini tops, their dark nipples pointing out like erasers on pencils. Her belly button had popped out and topped her tummy like a third nipple. We kept walking past everyone, past the beach, and onto the street. She smiled and patted her globe. There was no need; the sun was thoroughly blocked out by two moons rubbing against each other. When I looked up, Brittany was waddling as fast as her swollen feet could take her toward the water, Ali right behind her and stripping off her top to join her. Only a couple more! All I can hope for now is that my superiors somehow don’t find out. I don’t have long until they return. It took only a moment before the sex-crazed Brittany was ready to go again, but now that her head was clearer she was a bit more demanding. I don’t have long until they return.
