Miss Sunohara WG/preg - 03

Autumn arrived, and Ayaka was in the final stretch of her pregnancy – both literally and figuratively. At nine months along with triplets, she was nothing short of enormous. The inn had adapted around her burgeoning form: wider pathways cleared in rooms, chairs placed strategically so she could rest often, and the residents ever on standby to assist their beloved caretaker-turned-queen of the inn. Ayaka was now around 400 pounds, much of it concentrated in her belly and chest, though plenty had distributed to make her limbs and face plush. Despite the sheer size of her, the atmosphere remained light and warm; Ayaka’s radiant smile and playful humor never waned.

One tranquil evening, Ayaka found herself waddling toward the bath at a snail’s pace. The common bath at Sunohara Inn was spacious (thank goodness), with deep wooden tubs and stools for washing. Yuzu and Sumire walked beside her, insisting on escorting her, while Aki politely went off to study (the girls had firmly barred him from bath duty, much to his relief and slight disappointment). Ayaka wore a yukata robe that was basically custom-made at this point – a voluminous garment that wrapped around her generous curves, patterned with gentle blue morning glories. Even so, it gaped a bit at the chest and the hem barely reached her knees in front because it had to drape over her protruding middle. She didn’t mind; modesty wasn’t a priority when heavily pregnant, and only the girls would be with her.

At the changing area, Ayaka huffed out a breath. Just the journey from her room had her panting lightly.

“Alright, I think I can take it from here,” she assured Yuzu and Sumire. They hovered like mother hens.

Sumire looked concerned, “Are you sure? Maybe I should help wash y–”

Ayaka shook her head, smiling.

“Thank you, but I can manage. I’ll call if I need anything, promise.”

She was thankful for their help, yet part of her craved a few solitary moments to collect herself and truly feel her body without an audience. Reluctantly, the girls agreed and stepped out, waiting just outside the door in case.

With a soft sigh, Ayaka untied her robe. The fabric slid off her, revealing the full glory of her pregnant form in the warm light of the bath. She caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the wall and paused, momentarily taken aback by the reflection. She was massive – there was no other word. Her belly jutted out grandly, a colossal sphere that dominated her silhouette from chest to thighs. Faint stretch marks traced silver lines across the sides of her abdomen, marks of growth that Ayaka had come to regard almost fondly as symbols of her body’s hard work. Her chest was huge and heavy, resting atop the upper curve of her belly. They had grown so much that they now bore a gentle heaviness, the color a deeper shade and often glistening with a hint of milk. (Just today, she’d had to change bras twice due to unexpected leaks, despite the absorbent pads.) Her tips were already releasing tiny beads of colostrum even now, reacting to the warmth of the room – she noticed a glisten as one drop rolled lazily down the curve of her softness. Ayaka blushed, but rather than embarrassment, she felt a sense of awe and sensuality. Her body was truly readying itself to be a mother.

Moving with care, Ayaka sat down on the low stool by the shower area. The stool creaked under her generous weight, but it held. She spread her knees as far as they’d go to accommodate her belly between them. Even so, her belly brushed against the tops of her thighs, now thick and pillowy themselves. Taking the shower nozzle, she began to wash. She let warm water cascade over her shoulders and chest, sighing as it eased her tense muscles. Washing herself had become somewhat challenging; reaching around her belly to lather her legs or feet was an ordeal. She managed with a long-handled sponge for her lower body. As she gently scrubbed her tender, stretched skin, she felt relief – the warm water and soap easing any itchiness from stretching and supporting the immense weight for a moment.

When she was clean, Ayaka eyed the deep soaking tub. Steam wafted invitingly from it; Yuzu and Sumire had filled it just right. Ayaka held onto a support bar and carefully stepped into the tub, one foot then the other. The water was heavenly warm. Lowering herself was the tricky part – she squatted as low as she could while holding the bar, then sort of plopped the last few inches with a splash. Water sloshed over the edge as her bulk displaced it, but she couldn’t care less at that moment. The instant buoyancy and warmth that enveloped her made Ayaka moan in pure relief.

The tub was thankfully large enough to fit her, though it was a snug fit. Ayaka leaned back against the wooden rim, floating her weighty body. The sensation of weightlessness was a blessing; for the first time in recent memory, the constant pressure on her feet, joints, and back eased. Her belly bobbed slightly in the water, its curvature breaking the surface like a great island rising from a calm sea. Ayaka chuckled to herself at the sight – her belly looked even bigger in the bath, if that were possible, glistening wet and round as the full moon. She cupped water in her palms and poured it over the crest of her belly, watching rivulets run down the sides. The babies responded to the warmth by shifting gently. She could see a ripple of movement and she smiled, rubbing the spot.

“Enjoying the bath, my loves?” she murmured.

Ayaka’s mind drifted as she soaked, every muscle unwinding. This was a rare quiet moment to reflect. She recalled how anxious she’d been at the start of this journey – afraid of the changes, worried about how she’d manage or how others would see her. Now here she was, hugely pregnant and utterly unbothered by it. In fact, she felt a serene contentment. Each hardship along the way – every time she had waddled breathlessly, every article of clothing that had failed her, every night of interrupted sleep due to discomfort – had led to this moment of deep fulfillment. She had grown in so many ways. Not just in pounds and inches, but in heart.

She tenderly massaged the upper slopes of her chest, which were partly submerged but still buoyantly pushing out of the water. They felt heavy and swollen, even in the water’s embrace. A few more trickles of that early milk appeared when she pressed lightly – the sight no longer embarrassed her; instead it filled her with a soft anticipation for the motherly duties soon to come. Ayaka tilted her head back, resting it on a rolled towel at the tub’s edge, and closed her eyes. The warm water lapped at her skin, and the scent of gentle herbal bath oils (Yuzu’s choice) calmed her. She felt almost floaty, despite her immense form.

As she lay there, thoughts floated in and out. She thought of holding her babies for the first time, imagining their tiny faces. She wondered what it would be like to not have this belly anymore – to be able to move freely again. Strangely, the thought made her a bit wistful. This belly, cumbersome as it was, had become a part of her identity these past months. She had grown attached to being so big, to feeling the constant presence of life inside her. It would be over soon, this special time of unity with her children. A small part of her didn’t want it to end just yet.

Ayaka chuckled at herself softly, causing her to jiggle and water to ripple. Who would have thought? Me, wishing to stay big and pregnant a bit longer! It was a far cry from her initial embarrassment at outgrowing her clothes. But it was true – she had come to cherish her immense, maternal form. It was warm, soft, and had a certain cozy allure. She remembered a recent morning when she’d awakened to Sumire gently braiding her hair by the window. Ayaka had been propped up by many pillows, her belly a comfortable table for the breakfast tray Yuzu brought. The girls chatted and laughed as they helped her through her morning routine. Ayaka had felt like a pampered goddess, so loved and cared for. Moments like that were surprisingly sweet and intimate, all thanks to how special her pregnancy had become for everyone.

She smiled, placing both hands on the crest of her belly as if giving it a hug. The water made it easier for her to hold its great expanse. She could almost link her fingers around it underwater – not quite, but almost – marveling at just how round and vast she was. In the stillness, she could hear her own heartbeat echoing in her ears, and perhaps the faint thrum of the babies’ movements in the water. It was all so wonderfully alive.

After a long soak, Ayaka decided it was time to get out before she turned into a prune. Getting out was its own adventure. She rolled to her side with effort, using the bar to pull herself up in stages. Water streamed off her body as she stood, massive belly and bosom on full display, heavy once more in the pull of gravity. Ayaka let out a soft groan as the weight reasserted itself – the temporary lightness was gone, and she was reminded just how encumbered she truly was. Stepping out carefully, she drained and dried herself with an oversized towel (courtesy of Sumire’s foresight in sewing two bath towels together). She slipped on a fresh nightgown – it was tent-like and sleeveless, made of stretchy cotton that flowed to her ankles. Even that garment was snug around her chest and middle, outlining the round dome of her belly clearly. Ayaka sighed with relief at being clean and comfortable.

Before leaving the bath, she took one last look in the mirror. There stood a heavily pregnant goddess, she dared think – cheeks aglow from the heat, hair damp and clinging to her neck, the thin nightgown leaving little mystery to the expanse of her curves beneath. Ayaka gently brushed her hair aside and gave her reflection a nod of acknowledgment, almost like giving thanks to her body for carrying her this far.

She stepped out to find Yuzu and Sumire waiting. They immediately fussed over her, ensuring she walked back to her room without slipping. Ayaka moved slowly, one hand on her lower back, the other cradling the side of her belly. With each ponderous step, her hips swayed and her belly lightly bumped against her thighs. She indeed felt like an earth mother, solid and life-giving, moving with deliberate grace. Reaching her room, she eased down onto her futon. Yuzu had thoughtfully placed extra cushions and even a low stool by the bed to help her get up if needed.

“Do you need anything else, Ayaka-san?” Yuzu asked softly, straightening the blanket.

Sumire poured Ayaka a cup of cool water and placed it within arm’s reach. Ayaka shook her head, smiling gratefully.

“I have everything I need, thanks to you all.”

She reached out and pulled the two girls into a gentle hug, which was mostly them leaning into her sides as she sat (her belly prevented a full frontal hug). They hugged her back carefully.

“We’re so excited to meet them,” Sumire whispered, placing a hand on the upper slope of Ayaka’s belly. Yuzu did the same, and the babies stirred as if in response to the attention, making both girls light up with joy.

After they left, Ayaka settled in for the night. It took some adjusting – arranging pillows under her belly, behind her back, and between her knees – to get comfortable. This had become a nightly ritual. Finally reclined, she gazed down at herself. The moonlight from the window silvered the curve of her belly. She could hardly see past it to her knees. She was at her absolute heaviest and most pregnant – a state she once could hardly imagine. Now, it felt almost natural and right. She traced idle patterns on the tight surface of her stomach, feeling little movements from within.

Ayaka’s thoughts wandered to the imminent future. Any day now, the doctor had said. Soon, her triplets would enter the world. She felt a thrill of excitement, but also a pang of sadness to say goodbye to this phase.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready,” she whispered to her belly, “but…” She blushed in the darkness at her own admission. Should I even say it? It’s so silly… she thought. Yet, in the privacy of her room, she could be honest.

“But if you want to stay a little longer… that’s okay too,” she whispered tenderly.

Ayaka realized she genuinely meant it. Despite the backaches, the breathlessness, the sheer challenge of carrying so much weight – she had grown to love her immense, maternal body and the experience of carrying life. If it meant even a few more days of feeling those kicks inside her, of being one with her babies, she would gladly endure.

She cradled the underside of her belly with both hands, as if supporting its heavy roundness, and spoke softly, “Mommy doesn’t mind if we keep growing just a little more.”

A content, dreamy smile formed on her lips as she closed her eyes, picturing herself perhaps even larger (if that were possible!) and still surrounded by the same love and warmth. In her half-asleep haze, she imagined her belly like a big soft bed for the babies, and herself like a cozy house carrying them a while longer.

With those loving thoughts, Ayaka drifted off to sleep. Her breathing was slow and deep, one hand resting on the vast curve of her tummy. In the quiet of the night, at her heaviest and most pregnant, Ayaka Sunohara felt nothing but peace and gentle delight. She wondered when her babies would finally decide to come, but until then, she was perfectly content. After all, in this moment, she wouldn’t mind growing just a little more.