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Note: This is a story-prompt for Zee(mired). Unofficial spin-off of Cow Girl: Laura, following where things left off with the character Violet Flowers.

1.

When Violet woke up, she felt utterly exhausted, yet strangely warm and pleasant. It took a while for her to overcome her dazed stupor, blinking the haze from her vision as she registered the sunny interior of her bedroom. She clumsily grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand, surprised to see that it was 1PM!

Someone groaned beside her, Charlie’s muscular form stretched out on the white sheets. “That was insane,” he muttered, opening an eye to peek at her.

Violet smiled. “It was amazing,” she breathed, loosely holding the sheets to her chest. They must have gone at it five times!

Charlie grinned back. “It was,” he agreed. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I guess I’m irresistible,” Violet flirted.

Charlie hummed an agreement as he leaned over to kiss her.

But Violet stiffened, grunting as she experienced a weird tension in her stomach. Running her hand over her torso, she froze. She quickly pulled the sheets off her body, and found herself staring in shock at her abdomen. “Oh my god,” she breathed. Beside her, Charlie’s jaw was hanging.

Violet clambered out of the bed. Her skin was warm and tingly. She felt different, but in a good way. Making her way over to the bureau and the mirror there, she stared at her reflection, her hands cupping her stomach.

How was it even possible? How could she already be showing? It had been her and Charlie’s first time having sex. Besides last night, Violet had not been intimate with anyone in over a year.

Now she had a round, protruding swell that jutted sharply away from her abdomen. It was shiny and pinkish, and felt firm but bouncy. It was big enough that she looked five months pregnant. Violet felt a lurch, the mound rocking visibly. She covered her mouth as she suffered a wave of nausea.

Charlie approached tentatively. “Insane,” he breathed. He looked like he might pass out.

“It worked,” Violet blurted before she could stop herself. There was another visible lurch, this time accompanied by a gurgling noise. She yelped as her bellybutton popped outwards. She gripped Charlie’s arm for support.

Charlie, in turn, held onto the dresser with his free hand. “Violet…” he managed.

Violet ran her hands over her warm, bloated midsection. It was sweaty with a pinkish flush to the newly-stretched skin. She began to notice other changes to her body as well. Her usually-flat chest appeared more supple now, gentle hills having formed beneath swollen nipples. Fascinated, she gently stroked one of the nubs. Violet shivered, quickly withdrawing her hand. Sensitive, she thought as she breathed heavily.

At a sudden thought, Violet’s hands shot down to her pubic region, exploring the area, but she did not feel a significant difference. The skin was smooth and perhaps looked a bit pinkish in the mirror. It was certainly tingly. She inhaled deeply, registering the fact that she could not see past the curve of her belly. She had to rely on the mirror to see it. How had she grown so much in one night?

“I’m so sorry,” Charlie blurted, looking distraught.

Violet turned to him in surprise. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she assured. “And this — it’s a good thing. I love it. I’m happy.” She took his hands.

Charlie appeared surprised, then cautious. “Are you…sure?”

“We knew it was a risk. And I’ve always wanted kids anyway.” She placed his large hand against her swell, and something changed in his eyes. Something possessive and instinctual manifested there, as his hand slid along her skin, exploring every inch of her swollen belly.

“We’re going to be a family,” she murmured.

It was beyond Violet’s wildest dreams. She was finally going to fit in with the rest of her siblings and have a brood of her own!

And likely a large one. Violet had never heard of a cow-girl starting to show in less than a day. That certainly hadn’t been the experience of any of her sisters. The episodes of movement were equally shocking.

As if on cue, her belly lurched again, and even seemed to tighten little.

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Violet experienced yet another episode of movement just after she had squeezed into a blouse. She groaned as her belly shivered and tightened, until one of her buttons popped right off. “Oh my,” she panted, cupping the swell. It seemed that she had some active babies. It was all a little overwhelming, but she could not deny that she was happy.

After doffing her blouse, Violet managed to get into a cute sundress, the skirts falling loosely over her new bump.

Her pubic region was strangely itchy, but she managed to refrain from fidgeting.

Charlie smiled nervously as she joined him in the kitchen. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked for the billionth time.

“Perfect,” she assured, standing on her toes to kiss him.

He sighed. “I have to head work—but I don’t mind calling out sick–”

“Don’t,”  Violet interrupted as she adjusted her dress a little. “I was gonna go meet up with some friends anyway.” After all, she wanted to show off her new bump.

2.

“But, how?” Bonnie was still gaping, even ten minutes after welcoming Violet into her home.

Seated at Bonnie’s kitchen table, Violet smiled serenely back at her friend. One hand was gently cupping her belly while her other hand was nursing a cup of tea. “I took the initiative,” she said cheekily.

Bonnie just shook her head in disbelief. She was still in her pajamas and had bed-head from sleeping in.

The doorbell rang.

“Oh, that must be Liz. She’s gonna freak,” said Bonnie, before she hurried out of the room.

Violet could only look at her friend’s retreating form in pity. Bonnie was just so skinny. It was kind of gross.

A moment later, Violet heard two pairs of feet hurrying her way.

“No fucking way,” said Liz as she burst into the kitchen, smacking gum between her lips. “You actually did it?”

“I told you,” said Bonnie as she followed Liz into the room.

With a sigh, Violet took a long sip from the mug presently cradled between her hands. After she lowered the cup, she braced her hands on the table, making a show of trying to get to her feet. One would think she was the weight of a hippopotamus by all the “effort” she was putting in. Then, finally, Violet was standing, her bump displayed proudly. As her friends gaped, Violet found that she, too, was marveling down at herself, still astonished by how much she had somehow grown in less than a day of being pregnant.

Suddenly there was a familiar rumbling in her abdomen, Violet’s belly giving off a long whining noise that made her blush as her two friends raised their eyebrows.

“It’s an…adjustment—” Violet started, but then her insides gurgled and pressure surged, causing her to groan. Her abdomen felt like an overfilled balloon.

“You okay?” said Bonnie, looking more fascinated than concerned.

“Of course,” Violet choked out as her abdomen tightened imperceptibly. The skirts of her sundress shivered. She lay her hands on her stomach just in time to feel it inching outwards. Violet grunted in discomfort, hunching over as she hugged herself.

“What’s going on!?” Liz wanted to know.

There was a potent surge of tension, Violet’s belly practically leaping forward as she wailed, her back arching. If her friends hadn’t noticed that she was growing before, they certainly noticed now. They gaped at her, their jaws hanging.

“Hahhhhh…hahhhh…” Violet puffed out breaths as the episode winded down. She smoothed out her dress with clammy hands.

She was mortified to realize that the skirt of her dress had drawn up so high that it barely covered her panties anymore. “C-can I use your bathroom?” she managed.

Bonnie and Liz were speechless. They simply continued to stare at her.

And so, awkwardly, Violet let herself out of the kitchen and made her way towards the restroom. She stumbled a few times, her body feeling strange, unfamiliar, and a bit unbalanced. Her hands compulsively cradled her belly, and she could hardly believe the extent of the curve.

Once in the bathroom, Violet stared at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She almost suspected her image to be a farce. It otherwise seemed impossible that she had gone from a slim young woman to this plump paragon of fertility. She had come to look eight months pregnant in no time at all!

Her lungs felt constricted. Violet realized how much her sundress was now squeezing her at the chest, buttons straining against prominent heaps that had not been there before.

There was a tapping on the door. “Should I call Charlie?” Bonnie’s voice called.

“No,” said Violet quickly. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. This is all totally normal.” Even her own voice sounded doubtful. Violet helplessly fidgeted with her dress, which seemed keen to peel away from her. It had resigned its efforts to contain her.

“Okay, fine. Can you open up? I brought you something,” said Bonnie.

Violet paused her efforts, wondering what it was that Bonnie thought appropriate to give her at that very moment. Perhaps a snack? Violet stomach grumbled at the thought.

As she made her way over to the door, Violet recognized the awkwardness of her stride for what it was. She was waddling. The idea of being round enough to waddle had always delighted her in the past, but the reality of it was rather overwhelming. Everything was just happening so fast.

Violet opened the door just a bit. “Yeah?” she said meekly, embarrassed not only by her little “episode,” but also by her present state of undress.

Bonnie smiled in sympathy, then held up an article clothing. “It’s John’s. I think it might fit you.”

John was Bonnie’s ex-husband. Violet vaguely recalled the burly man. She looked at the offered garment. It was some sort of jumpsuit. Violet reached out, accepting it. “Thanks,” she said, before pulling it into the bathroom and closing the door again.