The Carrier

"The Carrier"
or
Sandy and the 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit'
(in reddish-orange letters)"

<Author's note: This is a work of fiction, blah blah, don't read this if you think it will cause you to burst into flame or something, blah blah, if you are underage, read no more!
Ok, now that we've gotten rid of those pesky kids, the real message: I have received a lot of mail, and I try to respond to all of them. But for you folks on AOL, I keep getting a "USER WILL NOT ACCEPT E-MAILS FROM THIS ADDRESS" or something like that. I'm not ignoring you folks, I just can't scream loud enough for you to hear. So, fix the problem and I won't go hoarse trying to respond. And now the story...>

<Authors note: this is a work of fiction, and any resemblance of character names, places, or institutions to any real life name, place, or institution is purely coincidental. Further complaints can be filed on the first floor of Ed's Auto Shop building, just down the street from Mr. Davis' house. You know the place.
This work is not to be viewed by any person under the age of 18, or by any person who finds teenage pregnancy, belly inflation, magical-mystical dragon-balloon-belly pendants, fibbing to an officer of the law, or unsalted peanuts offensive.>



Chapter I

It started as a gift. Sandy, a sixteen year old high schooler of average grades, average looks, and an average family life sat quietly in her bedroom typing her English homework when a knock came at the front door. She ignored it, as her mind was hard at work on the 'ins' and 'outs' of "Jane Eyre" and other smut books.
About two minutes later, her father knocked on her bedroom door.
"Sandy, got a package for you." he said.
Can't worry about it now, Dad. Working..." she replied, annoyed.
He frowned, "Then I'll put it on your bed." He tossed it into her room, turned, and went back downstairs.
The CD on her discman was getting boring, so she took the time to change CD's. It was at this time that she actually saw the package.
It was about the size of a shoe box, wrapped in white paper, and covered in stamps. Where the return address should be was stamped with black ink, "Fragile". It didn't take long for her to tear open the paper, revealing a cardboard box. Inside the box was a whole lot of those "packing poppers", an object wrapped in black plastic, and a thick book. She thumbed through the book to find that only one page in twelve was written in English. Disgusted, she tore into the black plastic.
What she revealed was a gaudy, plastic pendant not unlike something a Power Ranger would wear, on what looked like a shoelace string. She tossed it onto the bed and went back to the book.
Opening to the first page (actually page three, but the first page in English) she read,

"Welcome! We are thanking you for to buying this 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit' (in reddish orange lettering). Please to be following instructions carefully on page 2. Knowing that (a few symbols appear here, obviously the company's name in Japanese) will be taking no responsible for injury or harm from misuse of this 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit' (again in reddish orange), and by opening the black plastic wrapping, you agree that (the symbols again) shall not be held responsible."

"Well, crap," she scowled, looking at the thing on the bed. "Too late to send it back, I guess. She turned to page 15 and was relieved to see pictures as opposed to words. She turned over the plastic thing, an effigy of a dragon with its arms resting on its well-rounded belly, and found an opening on the back for batteries. Reading the instructions, she pulled the AA-batteries out of her discman and put them in the thing. As soon as she closed the lid, the thing began to feel warm in her hands. She turned to page 27.
"If you are wanting to put something in your new 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit', simply touch the item with one hand and touch the Dragon Belly on the 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit'. Then please be saying the word 'Transport' and the item will be transported. Please be remembering that the item will be reduced in size and be reduced in weight so to be easy to carry..."

"Ok," she thought to herself, "I'll give it a try." Looking around the room, her eyes stopped on a large stuffed bear sitting on her shelf. "Well Mr. Lucky, you get to be my first test." She reached out and touched the 18" bear, then reached over and touched the thing. Then she took a deep breath and spoke the word "Transport."
Instantly she felt a wave of pleasure, a wave of pressure, and then she belched. Confused, she looked in the hand that held the bear. It was now empty. She looked at the thing. It didn't look any different.
"Ok, where'd my bear go?" She searched the box, the bed, under the bed, the floor, but the bear was nowhere to be seen. It was at this point that she noticed that her shorts were a little tight. Looking down, she saw that her normally slim and trim belly was bulging out ever so slightly just under her navel. She pushed against her tummy, and found it firm yet giving, as if it had always been that way.
"Oh my gawd, this is SO cool!" she shouted, and turned to her bed again. She grabbed the pendant and put it around her neck, then grabbed her pillow. "Transport!" she shouted. The pleasure, the pressure, and another belch. Now her pillow was gone! She looked down at her middle, and found that it hadn't gotten much bigger than before.
"Must have something to do with mass," she muttered. She grabbed her backpack. "Transport!" she shouted again, and again came the almost orgasmic feeling, a sound a little like air inside her body, and then she belched a third time. Looking down, she saw that her middle had expanded a little more, and now looked to be containing something the size of a small orange. Her shorts were starting to bind, so she pulled them off and then turned back to the book.

"The 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit' can be used to carry living things. Air has been provided for living things so that they can be breathing normally. To carry a living thing, use the directions for To put something in your new 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit' as normal..."

As she mumbled this, she was absent-mindedly rubbing her belly, and by chance touched her pendant around her neck just as she read "Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport..."

She felt a flash of pleasure, a pressure, and then she burped. At this point, the book was gone! "Oh, shit!" she shouted, "I didn't read how to take stuff out!" She looked down at her belly.
Just then, her dad knocked on her door again. "Sandy, Julia is here. She said you were going to study with her?"
Sandy, in a panic, jumped into the closet, then shouted, "Yeah, Dad! Um, tell her to come in! I'm getting dressed!"
"Again?!" her dad replied. She heard Julia laugh and the door open.
"Thanks Mr. Parker," Sandy giggled as she walked into the room.
"Over here, Julia!" shouted Sandy, still in the closet. "Come here, I need your help!"

Julia was Sandy's best friend, and they confided in each other over all things. It didn't take long for Sandy to relate everything to Julia. She didn't look impressed. "So, you expect me to believe that stupid pendant of yours has some sort of magical power? Show me." said Julia, as she reached up and grabbed a heavy winter coat from the closet. "Show me."
Sandy smiled, took the coat, then touched the coat. "Transport." she said, defiantly. Then her eyes got big, she smiled again, and she burped. Then she reached down and rubbed her slightly more swollen belly. "Are you satisfied yet?"
Julia didn't respond right away, but then reached out and took her best friends hand. "Let me go get your book?" she grinned evilly.
Sandy's eyes got bigger. "No way!" she shouted, "What if you get stuck? What if something goes wrong? What if you can't breathe, or move?"
"Well, you did say you read that living things can be transported. I'm alive, so I should be fine. Now, are you gonna do this or am I gonna have to rough you up?" she grinned.
Slowly, Sandy reached up and touched her pendant. Then she pulled her friend close, giving her a big hug, and whispered in her ear, "Transport."

Julia was suddenly very dizzy, confused, and not anywhere near where she was before. She was in a large, soft sphere, about 15' in diameter. Although there was no light source, she could see perfectly inside this windowless room. Lying at her feet was a teddy bear, a pillow, a backpack, a book, and a heavy winter coat.
"Holy shit!" she shouted.

Sandy felt an immense orgasm, one that knocked her to the floor. Deep within her, she felt her body opening up like a balloon stretching. Then she burped. Recovering, she looked at her belly. She was huge! She looked like she was eight months pregnant, easy. Oddly enough, the added weight in her belly seemed well distributed, and she had no trouble at all adjusting. At this moment, she heard a sound that reminded her of an echo, shouting "Holy shit!" It was Julia.
"Julia!" shouted Sandy at her belly.
In her head, she heard the reply, “Shhh! Don't yell! I can hear you fine!”
"Sorry," she whispered, "go to the book and find out how to get out. I look like a whale out here, and I don't know when my dad is gonna come back."
“Uhhhh... ok. Hey! This thing's written in Japanese!”
"Go to page... 3... no, page 27."
The sound of ruffling pages in her mind, followed by, “Ok, want me to read it?”
"No, I want you to shit on it. Read it!"
“Lets see... To put something in your new 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit'... nice lettering!... no... To carry a living thing... no... Aha! To remove an item from 'Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit! Ok, here it is!”
"Then tell me already!"
“First, to be touching the Dragon Belly and then to be touching your own belly, and concentrating on the item you wish to remove. Then you must simply please say...”
"Say?" she responded, holding the pendant tightly and rubbing her belly.
“It doesn't say. That's the end of the page.”
"Then turn the page!" she shouted.
A page turned. “It's written in German!” Julia shouted back.
"Turn to page... 27 plus 12... 39!"
A few more pages turned. “Now its written in French!”
"Then look around, back a page or forward a page, c'mon! I think my dad might be coming!"
A few pages turned. “German.” Flip. “French.” Flip. “Russian.” Flip. “Uhh... Chinese?” Flip. “Latin? Maybe? Who the hell speaks Latin?”
Sandy slapped her well-rounded belly, causing a ripple to shoot through the room Julia was in. "What do we do now?"
“Well...” Julia began, “my boyfriend Kevin took German last year. Maybe we could get him to help?”
Sandy laughed. "You expect me to go track down your boyfriend? I wouldn't make it out of the house before I was caught! How would I explain this?" with that, she pounded on her belly again.
“Sneak out through the window then. Once you're in your car, nobody would notice.”
"Not a chance. In my underwear?"
“Either that, or go fix me a sandwich. I'm getting kinda hungry in here, Sandy. Or should I call you mommy?” she rubbed the smooth walls of the room to emphasize the point.
Sandy, feeling the gentle touch in her belly, grumbled "I don't believe I'm doing this..." she opened her window and grunted as her belly slid through. Just as she closed the window and dropped to the lawn, her dad knocked on the door again.
"Sandy? Tell Julia she has a phone call. It's her boyfriend... Sandy?" he peeked into the room just in time to see the headlights of his daughter's car pulling out of the drive.
"That crazy girl," he smiled, shaking his head and closing the door.


Chapter II

Sandy, dressed in a button-down shirt, undies, slip-on shoes, and a gaudy dragon-shaped pendant, fumbled to put her keys in the ignition.
"Good thing I remembered to grab these, or our adventure would be over already." she mused, speaking to her 8 month pregnant belly.
“You drive, I'll read.” her belly responded, “Maybe I'll find a way out. Although...”
"Don't get any ideas. The sooner you are out, the better." Sandy growled.
“Well, we don't need to worry about me running out of air or anything. It says here that objects in the belly will stay fresh for weeks, even months! You're like human Tupperware!” Julia laughed, hard.
The feeling of Julia laughing tickled Sandy's insides. "Maybe that's why I burp?" she mused.

Earlier that day, Sandy had received a package containing a strange pendant and a thick manual with only one page in twelve in English. She found that when she held the pendant with one hand and an object with the other, and spoke the command word "Transport", the object would be transferred into her belly. This was the fate of Julia, her best friend. Unfortunately, the manual also currently resides within, and the command word to return objects from her belly is written in every language under the sun EXCEPT English. They have just set out to find Kevin, Julia's boyfriend, who took German last year in school.

Finding him was easier than either of them had thought, as he was on his way over to Sandy's house. They passed him in traffic, Kevin not noticing her. Sandy was more aware. "Shit! He just passed us!" she shouted, screeching her tires as she slammed on the brake. The car behind honked.
Inside, Julia was thrown across the room, slamming into the far wall. The wall was soft, and caught her like a pillow. She stood up, and looked around.
“Well, gravity and momentum work in here,” she grumbled, then saw that the book was sitting on the side of the wall, not on the bottom of it. “Well, sort of.” She started walking towards it and found that the center of gravity was shifting for her. She could walk anywhere in this room, even the ceiling!

Meanwhile, Sandy cranked the wheel hard, pulling a U-turn in the middle of traffic. Her tires squealed as she pounded on the gas, then she began to speed down the street.

Kevin noticed Sandy then, as she sped towards him. He pulled into a parking lot. Sandy pulled in behind him, and drove up next to his car.
"Hey Sandy! I was just on my way over! Have you seen Julia?" he shouted out his window.
Sandy groaned as she leaned over to roll down the passenger-side window. Her belly was so round and full, she felt as though she'd keep rolling, right out of her seat. She strained to roll down the window.
"Kevin! Park your car and get in!" she demanded, and hesitantly, Kevin pulled into a spot.
When he opened the passenger-side door, he gasped. "Sandy! What the hell happened to you?" She reached over and pulled him into the car.
"Long story. We need your help. And I need some pants." That said, she pulled back into the street.
“Hi, Kevin!” shouted Julia. Kevin didn't respond.
"Um, Julia says hi." Sandy said after a second.
"Do you know where she is?" he responded.

After a few awkward moments, Sandy explained the situation. Kevin told her to drive back to his house, and he'd find her some pants or a dress or something. Then they could tackle the problem of getting Julia out. Kevin fell silent for a long time, as if contemplating something. Finally, he spoke.
"Can I, um... would if be alright if, um... what I mean is, may I touch your belly?"
Sandy looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."
Relieved, he reached out with both hands and began stroking her tummy. By chance, Sandy looked over and saw a bulge forming in his pants.
"Hey Julia, I think Kevin is getting turned on rubbing my belly," she mused as she pulled into Kevin's driveway. His ears went bright red.
After a few more awkward seconds, Julia spoke. “Well, I would probably be turned on too, if I were rubbing your big, pregnant belly. I never told you this, but I have a bit of a thing for swelling bellies.” At this, Julia started to gently stroke the inside walls of the belly, corresponding to the movements Kevin made outside.
The feeling made Sandy bite her lip to keep from moaning. She was really getting turned on by this! For a second, she felt dirty, sick, twisted. But that feeling passed as another wave of pleasure ran through her. She felt her undies getting wet.
Kevin noticed it too, and he abruptly pulled his hands away. "I'll, um, I'll go get you those pants now."

Two minutes later, Kevin came out from around the side of the house.
"Had to duck my sister. Wouldn't want her to know I was going through my mom's maternity clothes. Here." he handed her a skirt with a very stretchy waistband. They pulled out of his driveway and headed for a secluded spot in the park. After they stopped, Sandy opened her car door.
"No peeking," she scolded him as she groaned to get out of the car.
Kevin turned the other way, to stare out the window. He then reached out and adjusted the passenger-side mirror, and watched Sandy get dressed in the reflection.
Her body was small, almost petite; the outline of her breasts were barely visible under the shirt she wore. Her belly stuck out straight from her frame. It looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball and then let it mostly inflate. She struggled to get the skirt on over her belly, but once it was on, she sat back in the car with another groan.
"Man, this extra weight is getting awkward!" she complained.
“Hey! Watch it with the weight references!” shouted Julia, slapping her friend's belly from the inside. Kevin actually saw her belly move, like a baby kicking.

"Okay," said Kevin, "lets get her out of you. Have her read the words to me."
"Julia, read the command word. The German version." said Sandy, rubbing her swollen belly. She felt footsteps literally walk from the top of her belly to the bottom and then the sound of pages turning. After a few seconds, Julia spoke, and Sandy related them to Kevin. “Ubbin?” Sandy half-asked.
"Ubbin? I don't know that word. Are you sure she's saying it right?"
“Ay You Bee Eee En.” Julia spelled it out.
"A U B E N." Sandy repeated. Kevin shook his head.
"No such word. Are you positive that's what it says?" he asked, speaking to her middle.
"She never took German. Who knows if she's saying it right?" Sandy answered.
“I AM saying it right! Ubbin! It has to be!”
"Oh hell," Sandy sighed, leaning over and grabbing Kevin's wrist, "Go see for yourself. Transport!"
Instantly, Sandy felt the pressure on her insides, pushing her belly outward. She felt the pleasure embrace her. And then she burped. As she did, she felt a severe pressure on the outside as the skirt stretched out to make room for the expanding belly. The bottom button of her shirt popped, and her shirt swiftly rode upwards. She felt her tummy touch the steering wheel.

Meanwhile, Kevin saw a sudden flash, and then he was standing next to an assortment of objects. His girlfriend was standing on the ceiling of a 15' diameter spherical room, reading a book. She looked up, smiled, and then leapt towards him, turning halfway through the jump, and landed next to him.
"It's like a carnival ride!" she said, giggling. Then she handed him the book. "Page 39. And 40, actually. They printed it twice. Ubbin."
Kevin smiled back. "Hey, baby! Fancy meeting you here!" he said as he picked her up to kiss her.
“Enough with the chitchat,” they heard Sandy boom, “Read the book!”
"Alright already!" shouted Kevin, "Don't yell!" He began to thumb through the book. When he stopped, he started laughing.
"What?!" asked Julia.
“What?!” boomed Sandy.
"It doesn't say 'ubbin', it says 'aussen'! That funky B (ß) is an esset! Sandy, the word to bring us out is..."
“Well?”
"Wait. Julia, when we get out of here, do you want to go see a movie?"
Julia was surprised at the sudden request. "Uh, sure. But only if Sandy can come too."
“Damnit Kevin! The word!” came the harsh voice of Sandy.
"It's 'outside'. Say the word 'outside'."

Sandy rolled her eyes. "That's too easy." She then grabbed the pendant, reached down and touched her belly, and said the word, "Outside."
Suddenly she felt her belly lurch, as if something were pushing down and away from her frame. In the next instant, she felt herself deflating. Then she burped. Sitting on the hood of the car was a teddy bear, a pillow, a heavy winter coat, a backpack, and two startled friends.

After several minutes of stunned silence, both Julia and Kevin hopped down and ran over to Sandy. She was rubbing her belly, now flat and firm once again.
"Are you alright?" they shouted in unison.
She looked up slowly, her eyes somewhat glazed. "Never felt better," she said with a wide grin. "That rocked!" At this moment, they noticed that she was shifting in her seat. She had enjoyed the experience immensily. Finally, she looked up at them again, "So, we're going to go see a movie?"
Kevin shook his head. "I only have money for Julia and I."
Sandy grinned evilly, then reached out and grabbed Julia. "Transport!" she shouted, then bent her head down to her see her belly balloon outwards once again. Then she turned to Kevin.
"Give me the money for one ticket. We'll get in three for one!"
"Or three IN one!" Kevin laughed, handing over the cash. The bulge in his pants had returned.
Pocketing the cash in the breast pocket of her shirt, she reached out and started tracing a line down his chest towards his pants. Just before she reached his aching crotch, "Transport!"
And then came the pressure, the glorious feeling of swelling again, and with it the tingling electric pleasure. She closed her eyes, moving her hands across her very rapidly expanding belly.


Chapter III

The line for the movie was, fortunately, a short one. She rubbed the side of her immense belly, stretched large enough to hold twins. She waddled slowly up to the line, trying to stifle a giggle. For coming from her greatly expanded belly were the voices of her two best friends, singing songs and bouncing around inside of her like a couple of children on a Bouncy Castle at a carnival. A married couple standing near her just smiled at her when they saw her torpedo-tummy actually bounce a little. Sandy was just happy nobody was here that she knew. Finally, she arrived at the ticket counter.

"One please?" she smiled to the woman with the horned-rimmed glasses, "Unless you count me as three," she mused, rubbing her belly.
The horned-rimmed glasses lady lowered said glasses to stare at her for a second. "My, you're ready to pop!" she said, looking a little unsure. She got on the phone to talk to the manager. Sandy started to get nervous.
"Shit!" mumbled Sandy, "They're not buying it!"
“Just wait it out,” called Julie, snuggling down with Kevin now.
A few minutes later the manager showed up. He looked out the window, frowned, then told the ticket counter something. Finally, the horny-glassed woman came back to the microphone.
"Yes, we can serve you," she handed her a ticket. "Now please see the manager inside." Sandy started to shake, sure that she was going to be discovered, but walked into the theatre.
The manager was standing next to an open door. "This way please." he smiled at her, motioning for her to go through the door. Reluctantly, she did as was asked.
She was led up a flight of stairs, walking past the projection room. He then unlocked a door that looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. Sandy gulped, and then walked through the door.
"A balcony?" she said aloud, looking around the room. There was a large, comfortable-looking couch there, and a great view of the screen. "Wh- why do I get the balcony?"
The man was smiling. "Our seats down below aren't appropriate for a lady your... in your condition. We thought you'd be more comfortable in a seat you could actually sit in. Enjoy your movie, the restroom's right across the hall to your left." And with that, he left.

He hadn't gone five steps when she reached up and touched her pendant.
"Outside!" she half-whispered. Instantly, her belly lurched forward and down, and for a brief millisecond she thought she could feel her friends swelling up inside of her, gaining pounds rapidly.
Then she burped, and her friends were on the couch. Julie was naked from the waist up, and there were distinct hickies all around her breasts. Kevin could only blush.
"Oh jeez, you two!" said Sandy, rubbing her belly, now thin and trim once again. "Making out INSIDE your best friend?" she shuddered at the thought. "Don't do that again. And if you do, don't make a mess." She stared at Kevin and scowled, "Especially you. DON'T make a mess." Again she shuddered. "God knows what would happen if you left some behind." Disgusted, she sat on the floor and started reading the manual again. A few minutes later, the movie started.
It was terribly boring, and Sandy wasn't in the mood to watch her best friends make out, so she sat next to the door for additional light and read the manual for a while. Sitting next to the door was a good thing, for a few minutes later, she heard someone coming down the hall. Peeking out, she saw the manager heading her way.
"CRAP!" she said, sprawling to get over to the couch. "The manager's coming! Gimme your hands!" She reached down and grabbed Kevin's hand, who was pinned to the couch by Julie. "Transport!" she whispered.
Julie suddenly fell onto the couch, her man vanished. At the same time, Sandy felt her midsection touch the floor. She bit her lower lip to keep from shouting out in pleasure. And then she burped.
"Damn you, things were just getting good!" cried Julie.
"Transport!" replied Sandy as she grabbed her friends hand.
The pressure on her belly was extreme, so much that it spread her legs apart from underneath her. Her belly pressed against the floor, lifting her hips up slightly before the growth stopped. And she burped again.
Even as she was belching, there came a knock on the door.
"Miss? Are you alright in there?" came the manager's voice, "I heard movement up here, can I get you anything?" She heard the doorknob jiggle.
"I'm fine," grunted Sandy, struggling to get up using the couch as support. "No need to worry. I just had to make myself more comfortable." and then, under her breath, "As if, with this transport thingie..."
As she spoke the word 'transport', the couch vanished beneath her, and she fell heavily against the floor. Her rear end was sticking straight up, and quickly rising up even more as the couch materialized deep within her. If the manager were to open the door right now, he would see her bare behind, and her sopping wet womanhood. (She was forced to remove her panties long before, as they just refused to stay on her bulging frame.)
And then she belched again.
She heard the door jiggle again, and she crawled, half-dragging her belly beneath her to the door.
"Miss? What was the thump? Are you sure you're alright?" the manager said again, pushing on the door.
She struggled to stand, pushing up with her back to the door. "Yes, I'm fine." she said, "I was thinking of going outside (burp) but I didn't know if I could transport (belch) this body down those stairs alone. If you had an elevator, I might transport (brrap) that way." With that, she opened the door and smiled at the aging man. She was rubbing her belly, and that glazed look was over her eyes again.
"I could help you down the stairs, if you'd like," the man said, looking around the room quickly, checking to see if anything had been damaged.
"No, no. I'll be fine. I think I'll just use the restroom." she pushed past him, squeezing her frame past his. As she rubbed her belly against his hands, she nearly moaned out loud. Then, as sexily as she could, she walked to the bathroom. She could feel his eyes undressing her as she opened the door and entered.

She squeezed into a stall and soon realized the plight of a million pregnant women everywhere: bathroom stalls were made for little people! What’s more, she found that with the added pressure on her bladder, she couldn't relieve herself very easily. Finally, frustrated, she reached down and stroked her belly, then touched her pendant.
"Outside, damnit." she grumbled.
Almost immediately she was rewarded with the sounds of her friends falling over themselves just outside the stall, and her abdomen shrinking to a more manageable size.
"In and out, in and out," quipped Julie, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was being screwed."
"That can be arranged," replied the muffled voice of Kevin, head buried in her cleavage.
Sandy stepped out of the stall, "You think you're getting screwed, you should try it from this end." Her shirt was missing another button from the couch incident, and now that she wasn't pregnant, the maternity skirt looked like a tent.
"I'd be happy to," said Julie, "but you seem to have a monopoly on the pendant." With that, she reached for it.
Sandy pulled back defensively. "Get your own! This one's mine!"
"Alright ladies," interrupted Kevin, "lets get back to the movie." Then, taking one in each arm, led them out the door.

And right into Michael, a senior in high school and, coincidentally, the guy in charge of the projector.
"Hey! What are you guys doing up here?" he said, startled. Then he saw the oversized skirt on Sandy. "What's going on? Does my uncle know you're up here?" With that, he turned to start down the stairs.
"Kevin!" shouted Julie, pointing. Kevin lunged, tackling the lumbering senior to the ground.
"What the hell?!" was all Mike could say as he rolled over and pinned Kevin to the ground. "Trying to beat up a wrestler? Now you get to lose some teeth!" As he balled his hand into a fist and reached back for a full swing, someone grabbed his hand.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," came the angry voice of Sandy.
"Or what?" replied Mike, defiant.
"Or this. Transport!"

After a few minutes of hearing her belly curse at her and threaten to kill her, she did a few jumping jacks. Apparently, Mike then passed out. However, the manager was heard coming up the stairs.
"Oh shit, this is bad!" Sandy said, frantic.
"Just let him out and put us back in!" Kevin said, reaching out for her.
"And have him see what we did to him? Knocked him out?"
"What's this 'we' stuff?" I didn't do anything." Julie said smugly.
Kevin shot a glare at her. "You egged me on to jump him."
Sandy growled. "No time for this shit." She reached out and grabbed Kevin. "Transport!" and she felt her belly go huge, straining the remaining buttons of her shirt. Then, just as she was belching, she grabbed Julie. "Transport!"
Her shirt, once pressed tightly against her belly, gave up the ghost. In a sudden jolt of growth, three more buttons popped off and flew across the hallway. She then felt the elastic waistband of her skirt biting into her now triplets-filled middle. She groaning from the pain, moaned from the pleasure. And then she burped.
And as she belched, the manager came around the corner. He seemed surprised to see her at the top of the stairs. What surprised him more was the fact that she seemed to have grown an entire baby larger!
"I'm, um... I'm not feeling so well. I think I'd better just go." she said, not entirely lying. Her belly was being squeezed painfully tight by that waistband, and she winced whenever she moved.
The manager was quick to help her down the stairs, but Sandy noticed that he seemed to be a bit more grabby than before. In fact, it seemed to her more than once that he was feeling her up! A little shaken, Sandy left the theatre with a waddling gait.

A few minutes later, when the projector snagged and the tape broke, the manager went up to investigate. His nephew Mike was nowhere to be seen. More than a little angry, he stomped into the balcony.
Sitting on the couch was a thick book. He picked it up.
"Nice lettering," he mused, as he opened it and began to read.


Chapter IV

The seat in her car Sandy pushed all the way back, and still she had to squeeze to get behind the steering wheel. After a few odd moments of trying to get the keys in the ignition, she pulled out and back towards the park.
~Sandy,~ came Julia's voice, ~where are we going?~
"The park," came her reply, "it's the best place I know of to not be noticed." She turned a corner, feeling every bump on the steering wheel press against her belly one at a time.

At this moment, Michael decided to awaken. After a few seconds of disorientation, he came to his feet and looked around. He was in a soft-walled, soft floored spherical room some 15' in diameter.
"Where the hell am I?" he thought to himself. Then he saw Kevin, standing on the wall. "Hey! Tackle-boy!" he shouted, jumping at him.

Sandy felt her belly lurch as a large mass within it bounced from one side to the other. This caused her to shift suddenly, which in turn made the car swerve. She then heard Julia scream, as a renewed fight broke out deep inside her. She growled at her middle, then slapped it.
It responded with a a flurry of feet, knees, elbows, and other assorted body parts pressing up against her. At one time, she thought she could actually see a tiny little face impression just above the steering wheel. It felt to her like butterflies in her tummy, only really big butterflies that seemed to know exactly where to press to get the most positive response. In a near-orgasm, she grabbed the steering wheel tight and swerved again.
The police car, the one she just passed, watched the car swerve. Less than a minute later, the lights were blaring and Sandy was in a panic. With a fistfight and a screaming friend distracting her, she nearly wrecked the car trying to pull over.

The police officer in question stepped towards the car. "Another drunk driver," she thought to herself. When he reached the driver's window, she nonchalantly said, "License and registration, please."
"Um, ok officer (ooh! stop that!). I just gotta find it," Sandy groaned, trying pitifully to get to the glove compartment. The officer looked into the car.
"Holy-!" she started, nearly dropping her pen. "M- miss? Don't worry about it right now," she continued, staring at the driver's enormous middle, actually bouncing and kicking, "are you alright? You were all over the road."
Sandy winced as she felt another elbow to her middle. "Yes, ma'am. I'm just a little (hmmm! god that felt... don't do that!) tired."
~Officer? Ma'am?~ started Mike, ~HELP! I'm geing kidnapped!~ he shouted out, just before getting socked in the jaw.
Sandy felt something heavy fall against her middle, and the officer saw a large movement in the driver's belly.
"You know, a woman in your condition shouldn't be driving," she began.
"I know, I know. I just had to go, um, to the store. To get some milk." she grinned sheepishly.
~Sandy, help!~ she heard Julia's voice, ~he's knocked out Kevin!~
~I don't know where I am, or how I got here, but if you don't let me out I swear...~
~Sandy, let us out!~
"Julia, not right now!" whispered Sandy.
"Excuse me?" asked the officer. Frowning, "I'm going to let you off with a warning. In the future, have a friend do your shopping, at least until your babies are born."
"Excuse me?" replied Sandy.
"Um, well... I assume you are pregnant with more than one child?"
~Sandy, hurry!~ pleaded Julia.
"I'm a little preoccupied, Julia!" Sandy whispered in clenched teeth.
"It's Officer Pinker, miss. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Um, oh yes... I'm a little occupied right now," she said, smacking her taut round middle. "Three times over."
"Triplets!" gasped Officer Pinker, "My God! When my twins were born, I'll tell you, I thought I was big as a house! I could hardly move! And you, pregnant with triplets, ready to pop, and still out driving around! I spent most of my time in bed."
"Yeah, well, I guess I'm just lucky that way."
Officer Pinker went suddenly serious. "You'd best be getting home then. I don't want to hear about a heavily pregnant teen giving birth in a car. Got me? Not on my shift, anyway..."
Sandy didn't think twice. Thanking the officer, she started her car and, with permission, drove off towards 'her home'. In reality, she headed right towards the park. She had hardly come to a complete stop when she grabbed the pendant and shouted, "OUTSIDE!"
The threesome in her belly felt the lurch of the car stopping, then fell off of the hood of the car. Julia was quick to get up and run over to Kevin. Disoriented, Mike stood there, staring at the car's headlights.
Sandy belched, then jumped up and climbed out of the car as fast as she could.

After about an hour of calming down Mike, and another half hour explaining the situation, he still looked confused. Kevin was awake, nothing hurt save his pride, and Julia was at his side. Sandy was rubbing her now slim and trim belly again, feeling as though something were missing.

"I don't believe it." Mike said plainly. "It's not possible."
"But you saw it with your own eyes!" replied Julia.
"What I saw was a big round room." Mike said, growling at Julia.
"Huge, I'd think." Sandy said, half-smirking.
Julia looked up. "No, it was the same size when I first went in as it was when I last came out."

Sandy looked puzzled. "How is that possible?"
Now it was Kevin's turn. "It's simple. The size of the 'Dragon Balloon Belly' is constant. But the more mass that's in it, the less the mechanism can condense it. It's a matter of power, really. More power,"
"More mass condensed." completed Julia.
Mike looked at him, just aching to say, "Geek." In fact, he would have said just that when Julia got a wild look in her eyes.
"So, what happens when we fill her up past capacity? Past the maximum mass?"
"Ugh, don't even think about that," groaned Sandy, imagining herself with a fifteen-foot wide belly. Enormous, beyond hope of moving, just a huge mass of belly flesh. All that movement inside her, tickling her most sensitive spots. Every blade of grass under her belly accounted for, rubbing her from the outside. The voices of many other people actually within her body.
Suddenly she felt very turned on.

"Well, we could find out..." smiled Mike, "If it really worked, and what would happen if..."
"How?" came the trio's reply.
As if on cue, they heard the sound of music on the far side of the park, just inside the woods. Mike smiled.
"I was invited to a party this week. You'll never guess where." again, he grinned. He turned to Sandy. "Lets see if your belly is as stretchable as you say. Preggo party, anyone?"


Meanwhile, nearly 75 blocks away...
"...and all I know is," continued the woman on the phone, "is that the merchandise I ordered over three months ago hasn't arrived."
"Yet, I am knowing it was sent. And it was arriving this week even." came the broken-english reply.
"I've told you, I never got the package! Now I want one shipped ASAP or I'll turn your whole operation over to the authorities. 'Illegal Import' come to mind?"
"We are not being able to send merchandise at no cost. You getting your package earlier this week. You want another, you pay for another!"
"I'm NOT paying another $1200 for something I never recieved!"
"I have UPS receipt right here. 1640 N. Main. Received..."
"Did you say 1640, or 6040?" came the startled woman.
"1640. One Six Four Oh."
"You moron! I live at 6040 N. Main! Six Oh Four Oh!" with this, she stopped and jotted down the address. "Well, if you can't help me, maybe the woman at One Six Four Oh can."
And with that, she hung up.


Chapter V

Sandy shook her head defiantly. "There is NO WAY that I'm going to play 'mother-to-be' for 15 freaking drunks! You want a zeppelin, go talk to freaking Goodyear!"
Mike smiled at her. "Afraid to show the truth? That I didn't really travel in your 'magical mystical' belly?" he turned to Julia and Kevin. "You guys are full of sh-"
"Shut up, Mike." warned Kevin.
"Or what? You'll hit me in the fist with your face again?" replied Mike, grinning big.
Julia walked over to Sandy. "Girl, we've been best friends forever, right?" Sandy nodded. "And best friends share, right?"
Sandy nodded again, "What are you getting at?"
"You know I don't drink, and Kevin's not feeling well. Let me be the 'mother-to-be' tonight. You can go have some fun." As she said the last, she motioned towards Mike and winked.
"While you and Kevin...?"
"We'll be fine." she replied with a smile. Reluctantly, Sandy undid the clasp that held her pendant around her neck. She noticed that as she did, the eyes of the pendant stopped glowing suddenly, and didn't start up again until the pendant was around Julia's neck.
As much as she enjoyed the feeling of her belly stretched out as far as it had, she had no desire to have it balloon to freakish proportions. But, she had long known that her best friend always perked up when she saw pregnant women at the mall, and would talk about them long afterwards, using phrases like 'did you see how round...' and 'so full, swollen, and stretched out'. She knew that her friend had a pregnancy fetish, even if she never admitted to it. So why not let her have some fun of her own?

Mike arrived at the party, Sandy on his arm. Already, she could feel the icy stares from some of the girls there. Apparently, Mike was quite a catch! Sandy did a quiet headcount. There were eight girls and seven guys, and two kegs. One was already open, and from the meter on it, was already mostly empty. She leaned into Mike, and whispered into his ear.
"Wait until the first keg is empty, then they won't suspect anything." she whispered.
Mike nodded, then whispered back, "So you won't have anyone else calling you a liar?"
"No, because not everyone is as eager to be inside a pregnant woman as others."
It was only a few minutes more before the keg was empty.

(It must me now stated that the kegs MUST have had a leak and had poured out onto the ground, NOT imbibed, as the people in this party were all under the age of 18 (21 in some states), and for them drinking alcohol would have been an ILLEGAL ACT. Being the responsible teens that they were, they MUST have been dumping the vile stuff onto the ground, so that others would not be so tempted.

Yeah, right)

Sandy motioned Kevin and Julia to come closer, while Mike confronted the rest of the party.
"Hey, everyone, I brought a really wild game with me. What d'ya say? Wanna play a game?" he shouted above the sound of the radio. Less than a second later, two of the girls in the party stepped forward. Sandy recognized them as two of the ones who had been throwing jealous stares at her all night. She smiled.
"Point us the right way," they said in unison, smiling seductively. Mike then took off his shirt and began ripping it into strips. The girls cood. "Bondage? Mike, I never knew..." said the first. She then looked at Sandy once again. "Unless it's a new thing..." she said, stepping over to her. "Maybe you've got some balls after all." she said right to her.
"Ladies, please! Come put on the blindfolds!" Mike shouted, holding them out. One by one, the party came over and put on the blindfolds, the first few in wonder, the next few because the first few had, the guys next, because they didn't want Mike to take all the women, and the last few because they were too drunk to get there any sooner. Sandy motioned Julia into the party grounds. Julia arrived, naked from the waist down except for her shoes, her half-shirt exposing her belly. First, she touched the full keg.
"Transport." she whispered. And felt the pressure, the pleasure, and the oncoming belch. Next came the stereo. Again she said the word "Transport!" and again she ultimately belched. The stereo abruptly fell silent to all but her, who heard it as if it were blaring inside her head. Correction. Inside her belly, she thought with a grin. She then half-walked, half waddled her now six-month pregnant frame over to Sandy.
"Who's next?" she asked, rubbing her abdomen in wonder.
The change in Mike was instantaneous, as soon as he saw Julia's half-naked frame stretched out as it was. He was full of grins, wide-eyed, and nearly drooling. He was as much a preggo freak as the rest of them! He led the first teen over to her.
One by one the party was transported inside her, starting with the less inebriated ones. After the fifth partygoer, Julia could barely move. As her boyfriend had predicted, with each person that entered, the less the pendant could condense. By the eighth partygoer, Julia's belly was easily five feet across, and she had to stabilize herself next to a tree to keep from falling down. Finally, after the eleventh approached and she felt his body enter her own, she could no longer stay standing. The remaining few entered her belly, now an immense sphere laying on the ground. She was nearly fifteen feet in diameter!
And for all this, Julia had the most intense streams of orgasms in her life. With her back against a tree, she could only moan as her belly swelled outwards. She felt every twig, every leaf scrape against her soft belly-flesh like a thousand fingers massaging her enormous frame. Kevin walked over towards her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, rubbing his hand across her frame as he came nearer to her face.
She looked haphazardly in his direction, her eyes glazed, her mind all but lost in yet another orgasm. "I'm a human mosh-pit!" she quipped. Kevin took the time to watch her belly bob and sway for a moment, as the people inside danced to the beat of music he could not hear. She looked very much how a mosh-pit would look like, from under the floor's point of view.
Sandy took Mike by the hand. "See? It's not a lie."
"Seeing is believing," he nodded. "Damn, girl!" he shouted to Julia, "You look like you just got laid!"
She smiled aloofly. "You'd never believe me if I told you. Come here and let me get it again, then!"
Sandy and Mike stepped close to her, and she reached up and grabbed him by the pantleg. "Transport! Yeeeeeaaaaaaooooooooouuuuuuuwwwwww God, that feels good!" she screamed out, rubbing what little of her midsection she could reach furiously, watching and waiting for it to expand. It did not do as she thought.
"What gives?" she said, half aloud. Kevin was quick with the answer.
"You have reached maximum mass allowance. It won't expand again until the air in you has been replaced with solid material. Until you are full to the brim with mass."
"You'd think I wouldn't be able to feel my toes by now, but..." she wiggled them, tickling the underside of her massive sphere, "yep, they're still there!" she turned to Sandy.
"Well, your loverboy is in here. You've carried me all night long, now its my turn." She reached out and grabbed Sandy's reluctant hand. Before Julie could say the word, Sandy drew in a deep, deep breath. "Transport!"
Even as she said the word, Kevin jumped off of the park bench and did a magnificent belly flop onto her belly, sending ripples all through her being. She felt his hands probing upwards, his knees digging, his body slithering up her round, round tummy, until he saw her head poke out from on top the great orb, some fifteen feet away. The feelings she got from his climb took her over the top.
Again and again she came, her body thrashing this way and that, a helpless appendage connected to the great, immovable belly. She nearly passed out from exhaustion right there and then.

Kevin noticed that something was amiss right away.
"Julia, did you belch that last time?" he asked her.
"Um,..." she thought for a moment, "I don't think I did. Not with Mike, either."
Kevin rolled over and slid down the massive white sphere, tickling his girlfriend all the way down. She, hopeless to react or dodge his descent, caught him with her chest. As he descended, she noticed a "braking mechanism" trying to slow him down. This tool was now resting right between her breasts.
"They didn't get any extra oxygen then." he murmured.
She ignored his murmurings, turning her attention to his zipper. He slid off of her before she could unzip it completely.
"Catch me if you can!" he called, laughing.
She followed his lunge as far as her body would stretch, which wasn't far at all. "That's not fair!" she shouted with a grin. "I'd need a forklift just to roll over!" Just then, Kevin's unzipped pants fell to his knees, and he fell flat on his face. He kicked them off while she laughed hysterically.

Meanwhile, deep inside her, the party was in full swing. The people inside were convinced that they were either in some kind of spaceship, or too drunk to trust their own eyesight. They were bouncing this way and that, frequently colliding in the center of her belly. On one instance, a girl managed to get herself caught in the center for a few seconds, being pulled equally by gravity on all sides, making her hang in the center like she was floating.
The keg was opened, and though there wasn't too much room for privacy, Sandy and Mike somehow managed to find a relatively safe spot (between the radio and the keg).
"I bet she can't even hear us with the radio on," mused Sandy, wondering how her friend was holding up outside.
"Well, this is by far the weirdest date I've ever been on." Mike responded, not seeming to notice what Sandy was talking about. She caught on.
"Are you saying we're on a date?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Hey, it's Saturday night. What else could it be?"
Just then, the entire room seemed to shift suddenly. Several of the others fell over immediately, and Sandy fell into Mike's arms.

Somehow, somewhere, Julia had gotten the momentum enough to begin a slow roll that turned her completely over. She was now dangling in mid-air, her feet several inches off of the ground. Her belly was in control, and she just dangled. Kevin approached from behind, reaching out to grab her naked rear, when he tripped over a battery-operated lantern that had been left behind. He fell, face first, right between her knees, landing a head-butt to her belly.
Inside, one of several guys just coming down from a bounce got an extra boost and leapt clear across the extent of the belly, landing heavily against a small group of girls. They treated him well for a few seconds, a kiss for his boo-boos and a lick for his... before the movement around them drew them away.

Kevin was about to begin his final assault. This was the night that they would go all the way! When suddenly, he saw lights flashing and saw a police officer step out of her vehicle. She was coming this way! Julia couldn't turn enough to see what was happening, but could tell by the way Kevin was stumbling that it couldn't be good.
He tripped again on the battery-operated lantern, causing it to flare to its full brightness. Looking up, he saw that the police officer had quickened her pace.
"Shit, what do we do?" he panicked. "Let them all out!" he decided.
"Then we'd all get busted!" Julia objected.
"Either that, or explain why you swallowed a fifteen foot wide balloon! If only we had more power, we could shrink you down some!" He stopped, looked down at the lantern, and smiled. Within seconds, he had the lantern battery removed from the lantern, causing it to flare out.

A few seconds later, the police officer turned on her flashlight.

Kevin pulled the clasps apart on the back of the pendant, and the eyes went out again. Quickly, he put one end against the positive side of the battery, one against the negative.
And he caused a large spark, and the smell of burning ether, and he dropped the battery. Julia yelped in pain as the spark danced down her naked backside before dissapating just above her rear end.
Kevin bent down and picked up the battery, reversed it, and tried again. The pendant's eyes began to glow brightly. But nothing else happened.
"Shit, I thought that'd work!" he cursed. He could hear the officer calling out for them now.
"Maybe I need to send something for it to take effect?" Julia said in a panic, for now she too heard the police officer calling over to them. The cover of the woods would not keep them secret for much longer!
Kevin reached his hand over her shoulder. "Do it, quick!"

Officer Pinker heard a female's voice shout a word she couldn't quite make out. The then heard the loudest, most obnoxious sound she had ever heard in her life, and that's saying a lot.
"That's a beer burp, or I'll eat my badge!" she quipped, rounding the bend in the trail.
What she saw there was a teenage girl, approximately 16 years of age, in the later stages of pregnancy, trying to no avail to zip up a pair of pants that were obviously too small for her.
"Another preggo teen!" she thought half aloud, "What it this world coming to these days?"
Also on the scene, an open lantern, its battery missing. Nearby, a gaudy plastic pendant, lying on a rectangular shape. The missing battery.
"Miss, are you alright?" she called out, pointing her flashlight at the girl.
Julia, struggling to pull up the zipper on Kevin's pants, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just out... running. I was out running, like I do every night, and I tripped over this..." looking around, "big rock here. I was running, I tripped, and my zipper came down." she blinked. "Why, is there a problem, officer-?"
"Pinker, ma'am. Are you telling me that you were jogging, with a lantern no less,..."
"Uh, yes! With a lantern! In the park. Like I do every night." she snapped. Then she reached up and rubbed her throat. That belch really did a number on her voice!
"In your condition? Ma'am, I wouldn't trust this park to a healthy girl, what with the muggers and the like."
"Oh, but I am healthy," remarked Julia, rubbing her swollen belly, "I'm healthier now than I was before I got pregnant! It's the running, you see. Keeps me fit." She wondered how much longer she could keep up her ruse. Then she noticed that the pendant was not around her neck! She began scavaging the ground with her eyes.
"Even still, you shouldn't be out here at night," Officer Pinker said sternly. "I don't want to hear about any pregnant woman getting mugged in the park. Not on my watch, at least." She noticed the girl searching the ground. She pointed her flashlight at the items, then bent down and grabbed them. "These are yours, I take it?"
Julia graciously accepted the pendant, the battery, and the lantern, and the officer led her out of the woods.
"Now, you head straight home," the officer noted, "And I'd rethink the running at night thing, from now on. Got me?"
"Yes, ma'am. I will, officer." Julia said, trying with one hand to keep her pants up, resting the objects in her other hand against her belly.
Officer Pinker watched the girl head straight for the parking lot, throw her things into a car, and then get in and drive off.
"That's odd," she thought to herself, "that looks just like the car that other pregnant teen was driving." Scowling, she made her way back to her patrol car.

Julia was lucky that the skirt Sandy had worn didn't have pockets. She had instead given her keys to Kevin, who in turn put them in his pants pocket. Breathing a sigh of relief, she drove away towards Sandy's house. Then she realized- she hadn't heard and sound nor felt any movement in her belly since she transported Kevin!

The party took a turn for the weird quite suddenly, as the people inside suddenly found themselves in a much larger room. In fact, one of the unlucky bouncers had been in mid-bounce when the change happened, and had fallen quite far back down to the ground. He broke his arm, and was being attended to by one of the other partygoers.
Kevin examined his surroundings. He was in an enormous sphere, nearly 20 yards wide at the center! All along the walls and far above on the ceiling, he could see people wandering around, confused. He then spotted Sandy and Mike and ran towards them.
"Hey! Sandy! Over here!" he shouted as he approached.
"Kevin!" returned Sandy, "What the hell happened?"
"A cop showed up. I boosted the pendant with the lantern battery, but it wouldn't work until she transported something. So here I am!"
"The lantern battery?" said Sandy, looking around the enormous room. "God, she must be HUGE out there!"
"I don't think so. I'd know more if I had the manual."
"The manual?" repeated Mike, looking at Sandy in confusion.
Sandy's jaw dropped, as she remembered that she had left it at the movie theatre. "THE MANUAL!"


Chapter VI

Sandy paced back and forth, sharply turning after four steps, going the other way, only to turn again in four steps. She had been doing this for some time.
Kevin stepped in front of her. "You planning on pacing a hole in her, so we can escape that way?" he asked.
"Ha ha. Very funny." she snapped back, "I'm thinking."
Mike, who had been checking on the rest of the partygoers, came back. "Well," he started, "Fifteen drunks, passed out. At least we won't have to worry about them going ballistic, stuck in here like this."
Sandy was genuinely concerned, for a number of reasons. First, she had forgotten the manual at the theatre, so she wasn't sure of how to get word to Julia, the woman whose belly they were now inside. The fact that she could not hear Julia meant that chances were, Julia could not hear them either.
Second, she wasn't even sure how they would get out- would the command word "outside" work when the power levels had been changes so drastically? Would they starve to death before they escaped? She felt as though they had been in for several hours, yet she didn't feel hungry at all. Would they run out of
oxygen?
It was at this moment that she decided that the pendant would have to be destroyed. It was just too dangerous!

Julia had been driving in circles for about fifteen minutes, trying to figure out what to do, trying to clear her head, but mostly trying to lose Officer Pinker, who seemed to be following her. Finally she stopped just outside a parking lot; she recognized Kevin's car! Unfortunately, the gate to the lot was locked, as it was every night after 10 o'clock. She turned off the engine, opened her door, and groaned as she put one leg out, then the other.
"It's like a bowling ball in my hips," she grumbled, panting a little as she stood. "Well, Mr. Dragon Belly," she said, staring into the pendant's dimly lit eyes, "I guess this place is as good as any." She reached down, lightly touched her dense, expansive middle with her fingertips, then stood still, as if having second thoughts.
With a sudden gusto, she inhaled, then shouted, "OUTSIDE!"

Julia gaped at what happened next. Her belly, once a neat full-term, lurched forward with the speed of an atomic wake. In the blink of an eye, her middle had stretched thirty feet, more! Forty, sixty? Before her mind could react to this, it was over. On the top of Kevin's car, some thirty feet away, was a pile of seventeen of her classmates. She fell backwards, her weight suddenly redistributed. Her belch came unconsciously, and was easily twice as loud as her shout had been.

Sandy felt the room crackle with energy for a second, then suddenly felt as if she were falling. Looking around, she saw that everything within the room WAS falling, right towards the center. In the next instant, they all collided in a heap on the roof of a cherry red convertible. It lasted for exactly two seconds before the top ripped, sending the group sprawling into the front and back seats. Sandy was silently thankful that the car was an automatic, or someone would have been impaled.
It took nearly a minute to sort out the conscious from the unconscious, but finally, Kevin and Mike pulled themselves free of the dogpile. Kevin was crying.
"My car!" he bawled.
Julia was picking himself up off of the ground when she saw Sandy coming over towards her.
"That was some ride!" Sandy exclaimed, giving her friend a hug. Behind her came Mike, who was in turn pulling Kevin. Kevin was staring back at his distressed automobile.
"My car!" he sobbed.
"Forget your car," growled Mike, "your girlfriend is more important."
"But, my car! That's my baby!" he howled.
Julia walked over to him, "You wanna be a big baby? So beit." She then reached over, grabbed his ear, and calmly said, "Transport."
And then she belched, rubbing her seven-month pregnant frame.

Five minutes later, it was decided. Mike would go back to the theatre to try and find the manual, while Sandy took Kevin and Julia home. The fifteen drunks asleep in Kevin's car would stay put, and wake up a little confused, but would for months to come remember the incredible party of this weekend.
Sandy pulled the pendant from around Julia's neck after they had both gotten into the car.
"Hey!" shouted her friend, "Kevin's still in here!"
"And you've been having altogether too much fun with it. So I'll hold onto it." smiled Sandy, as she pulled back into the street.
~Hey, Julia?~ Julia heard the voice of her boyfriend deep within her, ~What time is it? My watch is WAY off.~
Julia glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the car. "It's 1:33."
Sandy took her friends words as a conversation starter. She glanced at her watch, then frowned. "My watch says 10:24."
Julia thought for a moment. "Must be part of that time-dilation thing you were talking about, Kev."
~Yeah, whatever. 1:33, mark. Thanks."

Officer Pinker watched as a familiar car pulled around a corner some three blocks ahead of her.
"Ah ha! Found you!" she shouted, "You can't be up to any good, trying to lose me like that!" With that, she turned on her lights.

"Aw, shit!" shouted Sandy as she pounded her steering wheel. "It's that damned cop again!" She pulled over.
Julia was rubbing her belly, lost in her own thoughts. Nonchalantly, she glanced backwards. Suddenly, "Oh, crap! That's the officer that saw me at the park!"
Sandy reached over and put her hand on Julia's belly, then put her other hand on the pendant. "She thinks I'm pregnant. You ready?"
"But, but Kevin's in here!" Julia replied, disturbed. "Will it work?
"No time to ponder. Transport!"

Julia suddenly felt very heavy, indeed. In an instant, her belly stretched out, conforming to the dimensions of a confused boyfriend. In the next instant, she found herself within Sandy's spherical belly.

Sandy watched in horror as Julia's middle roared forward, taking on a lumpy texture. In the next instant, she felt the now-familiar pressure, the pleasure, and the upcoming belch. Her hand moved to her own belly, just in time to feel it press outwards and against the steering wheel.

~Kevin, are you alright?~ cried Julia, standing knock-kneed inside of Sandy.
The reply was a little muffled. ^A little cramped, but yeah, I'm ok.^
Sandy also replied, oblivious to Kevin's words, having heard only her best friend. "He's not out here. Oh, GOD! Did he vaporize?"

At this point, Officer Pinker knocked on the window of the car. When Sandy turned her head, Pinker's eyes widened.
"You again?!" she shook her head as the window opened. "Ma'am, I told you to get home! Now I'll follow you, so you don't go into labor and have a wreck or something. I wouldn't want that to happen, no way. Not on my watch, at least."
Sandy couldn't respond verbally, as her mind was contemplating the fact that she just vaporized her best friends boyfriend. She just nodded, slack-jawed, and did as she was told.

Meanwhile, Julia was experiencing a new sensation. Kevin couldn't get comfortable, and was wriggling around profusely. For some reason, he had regained his full size and lost the freedom of a bubble, giving him very little room to move around easily.
Julia sat down, feeling her mammoth, heavy belly twitch and sway, bubble and bob. Her body was very confused, not sure whether it was painful or pleasurable. Part of her was in extasy, feeling parts of her boyfriend in ways she had never even imagined. Another part of her was trying to ignore the discomfort of a 140 pound teen sitting between her ribcage and her pelvis, and enjoy what the first part was.

After about ten minutes, Sandy pulled into her driveway. She knew her dad would be asleep already. She struggled to get out of the car, then waved to Officer Pinker. The officer sat in her car, waiting for her to go into her house. Sighing, Sandy unlocked the front door.
To her surprise, her dad was quite awake, watching a movie in the living room.
"Hello, Sandra." he started, not looking away from the TV. "Have a good night?"
Gulping, "Yeah, Dad. I'm kinda tired. I'm going to bed."
He held up his beer bottle as a toast, "Not before you take out the garbage."
"First thing in the morning." she called back to him, bounding up the stairs as best she could.

She arrived in her bedroom, and looked out her window. Across the street sat Officer Pinker, apparently doing a little paperwork.
"Well, Julia, looks like you're not going home tonight."
~My parents will freak! Especially when they find out that Kevin didn't go home, either!~
^Who, wha-? Someone say my name?^ came the muffled Kevin.
"Outside." Sandy said urgently, turning towards her bed.
Right on cue, Julia fell onto the bed. By the time her rear hit the blankets, her belly had been restored to it's 7 month pregnant size. She rubbed her belly and sighed.
Sandy tossed the pendant to Julia. "Let him out, and then we're done with it. I'm throwing it away in the morning."
Julia got wide eyed. "You're not serious! This thing is too cool!"
"More trouble than it's worth. It's going to get us into trouble something deep." she said, pointing to it. "Now, let him out."
Pouting, Julia said the word, and secretly planned to dig through her friends garbage to find it in the morning. No way was she going to get rid of this toy! Kevin appeared right in front of the closet, still curled into a ball.
Sandy secretly knew exactly what her best friend was thinking, and so planned to smash the pendant before she threw it out. Smiling smugly, she turned to the duo.
"I get the bed, you two get the floor." she said.
Kevin was quick to respond. "Suits me fine," he said with a grin.
Julia raised an eyebrow, very vulcan-esque.

It became apparent just a few minutes later that the sleeping arrangement was less than adequate. Simply put, Kevin and Julia were preparing for a little something they had been planning all night. Finally, Sandy had enough. She reached over, grabbed her pendant, then reached down and grabbed at the mass of blankets on the floor. Within a few seconds, she grabbed a foot.
"Transport!" she hissed, then felt her rear end elevate as her belly pushed against her bed. She then heard cursing, coming both from the floor and from within her belly. The voice on the floor was male.
"Damn you Sandy!" Kevin growled, "That was getting good!"
~Transport him in here NOW!~ shouted Julia.
"Or what?"
Silence.
And then the noise began again, as Julia started yelling as loud as she could. Likewise, Kevin began to poke and prod.
Sandy put her head back on her pillow, but quickly realized she would not get her rest that easily. Between Kevin's nudging her and Julia's constant shouting, she knew she couldn't win this battle. Her hand lashed out, grabbed Kevin by the finger that was about to poke her yet again, and said the word.
"Now remember what I said earlier. No funny stuff in there. And don't make a mess." She sighed, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing her abdomen gently. With all that had gone on, it was hard to believe that it had been less than 12 hours since she had been sent the pendant.
But who sent it to her? This thought lingered, and she spent the better part of an hour fussing over it.

Which was probably a good thing, as it kept her mind off of the right carnal goings on within her own abdomen. Indeed, it might have been a thing worth reflecting on in and of itself, had her mind not been pre-occupied. But, it had, and so she barely felt it at all. Only the finality of the situation did she really get knowledge of it happening, when Julia began to scream in orgasm and Kevin began to dig his toes into Sandy's belly. By the time she realized what was going on, the deed was over and done with.
She slapped her belly, disgusted. "You'd better not have made a mess." she snorted, then rolled over onto her side.

After a few minutes, all fell asleep, for various reasons.

Three and a half hours later, Sandy thought she could feel Kevin poking her in the arm again. She grumbled, and tried to roll over.
Abruptly, she opened her eyes, and found herself staring at the barrel of a handgun.
"Don't make a sound," came a deep, female voice. In the shadows, she saw that the woman was holding something, with red, dimly glowing eyes. "I've got my merchandise," she said, "but I seem to be missing the instructions."
She heard the hammer fall back on the pistol. "If you would be so kind as to give them to me..."



The Carrier VII

Sweat trickled down Sandy's enlarged abdomen as she stared at the shadowy figure standing at the foot of her bed. In one hand, it held a small revolver pointed at her head. The other hand held something she feared even more- a small, plastic figurine of a big-tummied dragon. With it, she had been part of the most wild 18 hours of her life. Without it, her best friend and her boyfriend would be forever stuck inside of her own version of the big-bellied dragon- her belly was stretched out past full-term, holding her friends within.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," the female's voice growled, "My manual is missing. You are going to tell me where it is, or I will let your friends out the hard way." At this point, the gun moved silently down to stop at her bellybutton. Sandy almost yelped when she felt the cold metal touch her navel.
She gulped instead. "I... I don't know," Sandy said, "I lost it."
"Tsk tsk!" the figure shook her head, "Such a forgetful little girl! And that is what you are, a little girl, no matter what you think."
The figure took a step backwards to see her victim better. "Do you have any idea what this little figurine is for? Any concept of how much easier it makes my job? Of course not. To you, it's just a neat toy."
Suddenly, the figure pointed and pulled the trigger! The muffled chirp of a silencer resulted in the feathers of Sandy's pillow flying everywhere. Sandy was in too much shock to respond.
"IT'S NOT A TOY!" the woman shouted, "Now, give me the manual, or I'll show you what a .44 slug does to a quasi-temporal, subdimensional incursion!"
"A what?" blinked Sandy.
"The sphere in your belly, idiot. Lets just say squeezing a 15' ball of energy through a bullethole is likely to... eh... rip."
"I left it in the balcony at the movie theatre last night. Let me get dressed and I'll take you there." Sandy said, standing up abruptly.
The woman smirked.

Inside a 15 foot diameter sphere, Julia and Kevin were sleeping peacefully. As Sandy pulled on her clothes and was escorted to her car, Julia was lulled into a gentle awakening. She smiled at the sight of her boyfriend, the smell of sex still heavy in the air. She yawned and stretched before standing, then realized that they were in motion.


~Sandy?~ she started, ~Headed for the bathroom?~
Sandy swallowed hard again, looking at her belly in dismay. Quickly, she whispered, "Can't talk. Gonna die."
"There will be time for talking in your car." replied the shadowy figure, now visible as a hispanic woman in her mid-thirties, with mousy bleached hair and crooked teeth. Sandy tried to memorize that face, to explain it later in a police report.
Police! Where was Officer Pinker when she needed her!

Meanwhile, Julia was in a panic.
"Gonna die? Did something go wrong with the pendant? Oh God, did she smash it without thinking about it, trapping me and Kevin?" she thought to herself, knowing that her best friend was a little forgetful at times. She abruptly looked down at her watch, a cheap imitation of an expensive brand. It had more hands than a football team, the smallest going around it's axis ten times a second. Usually.
The watch was standing still. She started to count one-mississippi two-mississippi but got lost around 78-mississippi, and still the smallest hand hadn't moved. She began pacing back and forth, trying to do the complicated math in her head, and when she glanced back at her watch a few minutes later, the smallest hand had finally moved one tick (one sixtieth) of the way around.
"I wish Kevin were awake. He'd have the answer by now." she thought, looking over at him.
He was snuggled into a fetal position, a thought that made Julia laugh for a second, considering their current position. He was not the cutest guy in school, a bit of a dork, really. But she loved him. Again she smiled, this time thinking of the night of passion she had just shared with him. And INSIDE her best friend, no less. Less than... four? seven hours ago? She looked back at her wristwatch and shook her head.
~Sandy, what time is it?~ she queried, having forgotten her friend's plea for silence.

Sandy couldn't forget. She had to drive this maniac to the theatre. Time seemed to stand still- she felt as though she had been driving down this road forever. Eventually, she pulled the car to a stop in front of the theatre. The shadowy figure stepped out and walked up to the door.
"It's probably locked," said Sandy, looking out into the street.
~Sandy, what time is it?~ asked Julia from within.
"I mean, it is 4:42 in the morning."
The woman sneered, then pointed and shot at the door. The CHIRP of the silencer was blocked out by the sound of wood rending. "It's open now." she smiled.

Across town, a silent alarm went off in the police dispatch office. The dispatcher quickly called it out, and an officer, just about to go off duty, picked it up.
You'll never guess who.

Sandy led her assailant through the side door and up to the balcony, stopping briefly at either door to 'unlock them'. Sandy went in first, and started to look for the manual.
"Well?" demanded the woman.
"I... I don't know. Maybe the owner took it." she rubbed her swollen belly, more than a little in the way with her on the floor. She rolled over to sit down. She looked up at the woman, frowning. "Ok, I know I got the pendant by mistake, and I know I haven't used it very usefully. May I use it to get my friends out of me? I'm getting tired out with all this extra weight."
The woman laughed, "Damn right you haven't used it very well!" She looked down at the pathetically bloated teen at her feet. Sighing, she tossed her the pendant and stepped back. "No funny stuff, or the next bullet has your name on it, SANDY."
Sandy caught the pendant, reached down and touched her belly, then inhaled deeply. Then she stopped. "You know my name for some reason, but I don't know yours." she said.
The woman sighed. "No name. Just call me The Carrier."
Sandy thought about this for a moment, then said, "Outside."

Her belly lurched forward, visible to both of them, then began to expand rapidly. In a belch, her belly fell instantly flat again, and her friends dropped onto the couch. The Carrier never blinked, as if she had seen it all before. Sandy rubbed her belly, as it felt sore. For some reason, it wasn't as pleasant or easy any more.
The Carrier motioned with her gun. "Weight's off. Toss me the pendant and then find the manual."

Sandy leaned forward, looking around on the dark floor, when Julia let out a yelp! All eyes bent over to her, to see her clutching her midsection. Within seconds, all saw it begin to stretch outwards. She looked up with a face that describes terror, clutching the sides of her belly as it continued to swell. By the end of fifteen seconds, Kevin looked at his watch, then looked up.
"Sandy, the time! What's the time?" he barked.
Confused, Sandy looked at her watch again. "4:53 AM. Why?"
Kevin stood still, his lips moving slightly. Suddenly, he jumped up. The Carrier fired her gun aimlessly, hitting an enormous fusebox along the opposite wall, then followed his jump perfectly with her gun, making sure he didn't try something. The fusebox sputtered, sparks flashed, and then fell nearly silent.
"Put her back in! NOW!" he shouted.
"No!" cried Sandy.
"NOW!!!" he said, looking frantically at his girlfriend, now big enough to be seven months pregnant.
"But..." complained Sandy.
Kevin reached out and grabbed Sandy's hand. "Transport her now, before she goes into labor!"
Sandy was dumbstruck. "Transp... LABOR?!" The Carrier started laughing. Kevin looked at her pleadingly, and she looked down at her best friend, who had just entered her final 'month'. "Transport!" she said, frantically.
The Carrier's laugh turned into a chuckle. "Well," she started, "at least I won't have to learn that lesson. No sex in the quasi-temporal zone for my passengers!" She reached out and snatched the pendant out of Sandy's hands.
Sandy turned, hard, her swollen belly feeling tight and painful. "What do you mean, passengers?!"
The Carrier laughed again. "Not you kids," she snorted, "my associates! You see, I used to hide cocaine and harder stuff in me." With this, she rubbed her well-muscled abdomen. "The old-fashioned way. Do you know how painful it is to stuff twelve kilos into your pussy? Past it, into your womb?"
Both Sandy and Kevin, still dumbstruck over Kevin's revelation, was even more dumbstruck by The Carrier's words.
She stared back at them, then turned and kissed the pendant. "Now, I can bring a LOT more, with little discomfort at all!" She looked at the two. "And now that I know it is safe for humans, I plan to bring my family to America. No more sneaking across the border for them, no way! They get a first-class seat in an american citizen! Me!"

"I don't know what that last part meant, but the drug confession will do nicely, Miss Carlota Ruiz!" shouted Officer Pinker, calmly stepping through the door and slapping cuffs on The Carrier. When she looked over at Sandy, her mouth dropped. "You again?!"

What happened next was confusing. The Carrier turned, pointed her gun, and pulled the trigger. Officer Pinker ducked and slapped at her hands, knocking the gun off-base and sending the pendant across the balcony. Kevin ducked, cried out, and wet himself. Sandy just watched the whole thing as if in a dream. A really, really bad dream.
Carlota Ruiz, aka The Carrier, pointed her gun at Officer Pinker's head.
"Walk with me, pig!" she said as she started backing over to where the pendant lay. She leaned down to grab the pendant with her gun hand, mumbling something, when Officer Pinker made her move, shouting something else.
Carlota pulled the pendant close to her body, but with Officer Pinker rushing her, she was knocked off balance. Stumbling, Officer Pinker was thrown into her, who was in turn thrown against the open fusebox.
Then came the explosion.

Officer Pinker picked herself up off the floor, a little dizzy and out of breath. In one hand was a small dragon pendant, the other was locked to a pair of empty handcuffs.
"What happened to the perp?" she asked, looking around. Kevin came forward and took the pendant from her hands, but she didn't seem to notice.

Sandy was also picking herself up off of the ground when she heard Julia begin to scream at the top of her lungs, in her swollen belly.
"Oh god," she gasped, "Labor pains!"
Officer Pinker's ears perked. "Labor pains? You're going into labor? Forget the perp, DeAnn!" she said, referring to herself, "Boy, get your girlfriend out to the car! I'll have no baby born in the presence of a drug smuggler! Not on my watch, anyway!"

As they shuffled out of the building, Sandy suddenly realized where The Carrier had disappeared to. As they were piling into Officer Pinker's car, Sandy noticed the shotgun in the front seat. What about Carlota's revolver?

* * * * *

Carlota awoke, feeling the electrical burns across her back and in every muscle in her body. Looking around, she saw nothing but a warm, smooth floor. She began walking around, stumbling at first but quickly catching her legs, when she realized that she was in the interior of a sphere easily three MILES in circumference.
"That damn cop!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "DAMN YOU COP!"
She pointed at the floor with her revolver and pulled the trigger.
Click!

"Click?" she asked. Then she counted. "One for the pillow, three for the doors, one at the dork kid, one at the cop. Six."
She threw the handgun as far away from her as she could.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMN!!!!"


Chapter VIII

The ride to the hospital was swift, as officer Pinker turned on her lights and sped the whole way there. Kevin, Julia and Sandy took the distraction of the lights and the drive to talk quietly.
Julia, nestled in her best friend's abdomen, just stared at her own bulging midsection with disbelief. Pregnant? She had just lost her virginity a few hours before! She felt the next contraction begin to bear down on her, but managed to squeeze out between clenched teeth, ~What in the hell is going on here?!~
"Okay Kev," Sandy began, "what in the hell is going on here?"
"Inside your abdominal wall is a quasi-temporal subdimensional space, a pocket of space-time. The pendant creates an area of compressed space within a much smaller space, and in doing so it effects time as well. Inside, the sphere is a constant 15' in diameter, outside it is wildly variable."
She reached over and slugged him gently. "That part I know. Why did my best friend inflate like an overstuffed balloon?"
~Hello, I can hear you, thanks.~ growled Julia, rubbing her overstuffed balloon-belly.
He winced, then added "It is an area of compressed space, but also of time. That's why our watches slow down so much inside. Since we are used to time running at a set pace, we perceive it as such. But in reality, time slows down inside the sphere. When Julia and I... eh..."
"Did the wild thang in me..." Sandy said with a pokerface.
"Yeah," blushed Kevin, "she was impregnated."
"Shoulda' used protection," Sandy quipped, rubbing her painfully tight belly.
~Tell me about it! Gawd, this hurts!~ came the retort from inside.
"Anyway, the fertilized egg was created inside this slowed-down timeframe, and when we let her out, the baby(?) perceived the outside world as a much quicker reality. So it grew." He stopped for a few seconds. "My god, I'm gonna be a father."
The two sat for a moment, when Sandy piped in, "Did you just figure all of this stuff out just now?"
Kevin shrugged, "It's a gift."
Just then, the car pulled into the emergency lot, and a wheelchair was waiting for Sandy. They wheeled her inside, handed her a bunch of forms, and soon she was in a comfortable-looking bed. The whole dizzying process took less than two minutes.

Officer Pinker lingered for a few minutes, to make sure the young couple were okay. They had, after all, nearly been killed by a maniacal drug-runner. Speaking of Carlota... where had she run off to? And how were these kids involved?
"Glad to see you two settled in. Before I go, might I ask you a few questions?" she asked, sitting down and pulling out pen and pad. Obviously, Pinker wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. Sandy sat up, pretending to wince through a contraction. Inside, Julia sat up, doing the same thing without all the pretending. "Go ahead."
"First of all, what is your name?"
"Sandy Parker."
"Uhm. Miller. Kevin. Miller. Uhm, ma'am."
Pen to paper. "Alright Ms. Parker. Where do you live?"
"1640 N. Main. You know that, you followed me home."
Officer Pinker smiled. "Yes, I know. But I have to follow procedure. Now then, what were you doing in our town Theater with a known drug-runner?"
"Looking for this." snapped a balding man as he stepped into the room. In his hand was a book. Mike followed him in, sheepishly.
"Who are you?" demanded Officer Pinker.
"I," the man replied, "run the theater you just tried to set fire to. And these kids are a threat to national security."
"Why do you say that?" asked the truly puzzled cop.
"Because of this." he replied, throwing the book onto the bed next to Sandy. On the cover was "Reference Manual for Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit" in reddish-orange letters. Sandy gasped, Kevin sat down, sweating, and Julia screamed.

But she was just dialating to a six, so don't worry about her.

* *LATER* *

Officer Pinker laughed. "What a crazy story. It's nonsense!"
"Nonsense, hell! Think about it!" yelled the manager, " A single plane could carry two hundred women, each holding a hundred soldiers! Another plane could house military equipment- guns, ammo, even tanks for crying out loud! All disguised as pregnant women! An invading fleet, coming over on our normal airlines!"
Pinker laughed again, but something in her made her listen again. It WOULD explain the disappearance of the drug-runner... she touched her belly, pretending to straighten a button, and shuddered.
"Listen, if you don't believe me, I'll prove it! Your 'pregnant teen' over there is wearing the transportation kit right now! Make her use it!"
Sandy pretended to not understand, although she knew for sure she was going to get caught now.
The manager fumed. "Don't pretend you don't know how! Grab the damn thing and say the word! Say 'outside'!"
Hesitantly, Sandy grabbed the thing, and nearly dropped it again from the sweat pouring off of her hands. She gulped quietly, thinking of the possible ramifications: her father would likely ground her for life, people would call her names and laugh at her (although that was a possibility anyway, when you consider the party the night before), not to mention the fact that her best friend was about to become a mother, all because of her.
Lord, what would happen to her if she let her out now? Would the baby keep growing, getting stuck inside her? Would it kill her? Would the baby grow old and die in a manner of weeks- days- hours even? She looked at the two adults in the room, bit her lip, and then nodded. Her eyes filling with tears, she spoke the word.
"Outside."










Nothing happened.









Kevin, who had watched in wide-eyed horror, started laughing abruptly. The rest of the group was startled, then confused by the teen's sudden mood swing.
"What a great gag," he said between chuckles to the manager, "like in the movies!"
Officer Pinker started chuckling too. "You had us going, too." She then stood and took the manager by the arm and led him out of the room. "Now sir, I need to ask you a few questions. What was a drug-runner doing in the balcony of your theatre?..." Mike stared at Sandy for a while.
Kevin kept laughing as they left the room, but stopped abruptly when his gaze turned to Sandy. She was crying.
"Are you alright?" he asked, worried.
"Kevin, she's all alone in there! I said the word, and she didn't come out... the pendant is broken! How are we going to get her out?"
Kevin frowned, his brows furrowing. "I don't know. Maybe I can fix it? Wanna hand it to me?" Sandy did so, and watched Kevin walk over to a corner and pull out his screwdriver.
About this time, Julia started screaming again, as she had dialated to an eight. Soon, she was going to have this baby. She gritted her teeth.
Sandy, hearing the cry, rubbed her belly and hissed to Kevin, "Hurry!"
"I got caught." Mike finally said.
"Obviously." Sandy replied softly, her mind elsewhere.
"I tried to stop him from coming over here. He wouldn't listen. He never does." he sighed, and sat at the foot of the bed.

An OB/GYN entered the room, carrying a small handheld device that looked a little like an electric razor.
"Hello," he began, "my name is Doctor Waltham and I guess I'll be the one to deliver your baby today. It seems all of our monitoring equipment is already in use, so we're stuck with this little hand-held sonogram for now. We'll use it to keep track of the baby's heartbeat, and move to the better equipment as it becomes available." His words were soothing, comforting, so that Sandy nearly forgot that she wasn't really pregnant. She felt as if everything WOULD be okay.
The doctor put a large dollop of goo on Sandy's exposed, distended middle, and turned the sonogram on. Just as he was about to touch the machine to her middle, a nurse poked her head into the room.
"Doctor Walthum," she began, "Your wife says she needs you."
The doctor sighed, "Tell her I am with another patient. I'll be there as soon as I can."
The nurse took another step into the room. "But doctor, she's dialated to a ten!"
Doctor Walthum stood abruptly, smiled weakly at Sandy, and said, "Ummm. You don't mind, do you?"
"Knock yourself out." came her reply. By the time she got the word 'out' out, the doctor was gone. He left the sonogram on the table, and Sandy picked it up. It was on, so she put it to her own belly.
"...damn you Kevin! You did this to me! <pant pant> Owowowowowowow! I'm gonna rip your nuts off and f..." the sonogram managed to say before Sandy pulled it away from her belly. Mike stared at Sandy's belly now, shocked.
Kevin looked up, first scared, then confused, then his face lit up in an enormous smile.
This last bit puzzled Sandy, until Kevin turned the pendant around, pulled open the battery compartment, and dropped the remaining pieces of two exploded Duragizer batteries onto the table.
"Electrical overload." he stated as he stood and walked to her.
"Do tell." Sandy replied.
Kevin grabbed the sonogram and began fiddling with the back of it. "Your batteries were only partially charged to begin with, and that fusebox explosion at the theatre..."
"Must have overloaded them fully. So you want to change them with the batteries in the sonogram. Nice move, nerd-boy!" quipped Mike.
"Hey, be nice." scolded Sandy.
Kevin stuck out his tongue in concentration, then held up an oblong case with two electrodes sticking out of it. "Wow, I thought they only used this kind of stuff in computer CPUs!" He dropped the sonogram and picked up the pendant again. "Lithium battery. Lasts for years!" With that, he popped the battery in the slot, and the pendant's eyes roared to life, glowing with a power not seen before. He returned the back to the pendant, then tossed it to Sandy. "Good as new!"
Sandy grabbed it firmly, inhaled deeply, then stopped. "Kevin, what happens when we let her out?"
"Happens to who?" interjected Mike.
"She gives birth. We are in a great place to do that, you know." Kevin replied.
"Yeah, but what then? The baby is gonna keep growing at lightning speed. He'll be older than you are in a manner of hours!"
"Who, wha-?" Mike looked confused.
"I was thinking about that, too. But I think I know how to figure that one out. Put the baby back inside, then somehow put him into a sub-time state... maybe by putting his carrier inside someone else? Yeah, put the baby back into her, then put her back into you!" Kevin stated.
Sandy was quick to reply, "And this would accomplish?"
"He would be in a super-slow timeframe, exponentially. Then we could pull him out of her, bringing her up to equal exponential timeframe with her. Then you let them out, which would make his metabolism normal! Problem solved!"
"What are we talking about?" stammered the totally lost Mike.
"Her." Sandy said, pointing at her own belly. "Outside!" she finished, smiling.
"There's just one catch..." Kevin started.

Abruptly, Julia appeared, fully effaced and crowning, lying on the bed. Mike was tossed to the floor, and when he stood and stared for a few seconds, he figured out the entire conversation. After waiting a few seconds more, he turned and ran into the hall, calling out for help. Kevin took one look at his matronly girlfriend and passed out cold. Sandy, belching loudly, pressed the nurse call button. Seconds later, a nurse appeared, judged the situation, and called for a doctor.

Cassima Jacobs was born two minutes later, and it was the most incredible sight Sandy ever saw. After about fifteen minutes, the room was clear of medical professionals, leaving Sandy, Julia, Kevin, Mike and Cassima alone to themselves.
And Cassima, in that fifteen minute timeframe, had grown to the physical age of an eighteen-month old. Julia, who instantly bonded with her child, was more than a little concerned.
Mike picked up Kevin, who was still in a daze, and proceeded to carry him out of the room. "I'll take him to get some air. He's still in shock." They left the room.
"What're we gonna do?" asked the new mother, her maternal instincts on high-speed. "She's gonna be hitting puberty before school starts again Monday!"
"Kevin was explaining to me how to solve the problem, but I don't see how it will help. I keep doing the math in my head, and I keep coming up with the same wrong answer." She went on to explain what Kevin had said earlier.
Julia looked at Cassima as she passed the twenty-month mark. "He said exponentially, right? Instead of doubling your figures, square them."
Sandy's eyes suddenly lit up. "Yeah, that'll work! Julia, use the pendant, put Cassy in you!" As she said this, she tossed the pendant to her friend.
"Transport." Julia said, confused a little. She finished with a burp, and then noticed her belly didn't bulge at all, which seemed a bit odd.
"Now, all three of us are on the same exponental timeframe. Give me the pendant." As she handed her the pendant, Sandy grabbed Julia's hand and said, "Transport."
And she belched. Her belly bulged ever so slightly, so slightly in fact that she could still wear a bikini without attracting attention to herself, she figured.
"Now, you are slowed down to the square root of normal time," she said, smiling at her belly, "but Cassy has moved to the cubed root. All I have to do now is give the pendant to you, and you can take Cassy out. That will bring her up to the square root of time, just like you are now."
~How do you give me the pendant?~ asked Julia, standing up in the sphere close to Sandy's spine. The sphere was huge compared to what she had seen any time before. It had to be forty feet or more across at the center.
Sandy thought a moment. Then she grabbed the pendant with both hands. "Transport." she said firmly.
With a belch, the pendant disappeared.
Julia watched it blink into existance within the sphere, and walked over to it. She picked it up, held it out, and said "Outside." After a brief pause to exude some gas, she bent over and picked up her daughter. She stood there for nearly a minute before asking, ~What now?~
"Now I use the pendant to let you both out." said Sandy.
~But how? The pendant is in here, with me.~
Sandy blinked twice, dumbstruck. "Shit." she finally remarked.

<THE END>
EPILOGUE

While Sandy was on hold, she thumbed through the last few pages of the manual again and shook her head. She grabbed her fathers credit card and turned it a few times in her fingers.
-It's for a good cause,- she kept reminding herself, -Daddy won't mind. What's twelve-hundred bucks, anyway?-
A voice appeared in the phone.
"Hello, you call <static, hard to hear words>. How you I can help?"
"Hi, yes, I need to order one of item four four one six el one oh, please?" Sandy spoke evenly.
~And one of those other things, too, Sandy, c'mon!~ chimed in Julia, who was in the process of feeding Cassima.
"Ah, you order Dragon Balloon Belly? That is one-thousand two-hundred american dollars, you know. Visa or Mastercard?" the voice said.
After a few minutes of arguing over the proper address and credit card numbers, Sandy asked, "How long will this take?"
~What about that other thing?~ repeated Julia.
"You to be allowing four to six weeks for delivery. Thanking you and have a great day. CLICK."
"Four to six weeks? Wait, I can't wait that... arggh!"
~Did you order that other thing~ repeated Julia, a little more stern.
"Julia, it's gonna take more than a month. Are you sure you have enough food?" She shuddered at the thought of being forced to drink her own breastmilk. "And no, I didn't order that silly other thing."
~Sandy, if you could see in here, you'd know.~ said Julia, looking around. She was almost calves-deep in milk that had come from her own basketball-sized breasts. The milk covered every inch of the sphere, which gave it a fantastic weird look to it. Her unoccupied breast was steadily dripping more of the white, adding to the total.
~This pendant has more side effects than we were aware of! I NEED that other thing!~ she called out.

<THE END, FOR REAL NOW>


(And now, for your enjoyment (and possible spinoff stories by yours truly or any of you (just make a comment in your story saying as such, as I am a hopeless lover of attention), an excerpt from the order form page)
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Item # Description Number Ordered

0001A01 Tortoise Teleportation Rings with Variable Diameter
"What goes in one ring comes out the other" ________

3205Z77 Octopus Helmet and Skeletal Softener (Oxy-infuser)
"To protect injury from blows and squeezes, and breathe safely" ________

4416L10 Dragon Balloon Belly and Transport Kit
"For to hold and carry in the belly" ________

6801G33 Blowfish Expanding Chest with Sipper Straw
"Cupless! Drink to fill them, squeeze to empty" ________

6971W11 Starfish Abdominal Copier with PC I/O connector
"For to grow inside all of the organic things you desire" ________

8753E21 Jackrabbit Cell Multiplier for Infertility
"For to produce more of what you have, quickly" ________
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