"Two hundred and fifty eight," Natasha called out, nodding in satisfaction. She knew she and her fellow agents and heroines in this eccentric plan had a lot of growing to do, but this was a wonderful plateau to pass. She arched out her body a bit, slapping her rear as she passed by Sharon, laughing a small bit as she felt Sharon bump her gut into her side. "Jealousy isn't becoming of a SHIELD agent."
"I'm not on active duty and neither are you, besides it's just a nine pound difference."
"Still there's a gulf between us. But dinner's on me tonight, Carter, and if you can match me plate for plate I'll pay for a month's worth of meals for you also."
"You're on!"
Maria patted them both on their round bellies. "Good work you two, but don't get complacent. We've just gotten over a hill, Everest still looms ahead."
"Does that mean you're not going to finish your pizza?" Natasha asked.
"I get the lion's share," Maria replied. "You two get what's left."
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Dust gulped with all her might as Mercury's finger pumped more of the rich, delicious, stew into her mouth.
"Ulp, ulp, ahh!" Dust patted her stomach twice, the agreed upon signal, and Mercury retracted her digit, cutting off the flow instantly.
"Are you alright?"
Dust nodded, beaming warmly at her feeder. Sure, Mercury aided Ms. Pryde and the other students when needed, but more and more as weeks progressed the silver woman was spending nearly every meal with Dust. "I'm fine, Cessily, just wondering if you could start using more than one finger next time."
"Your gut will explode!"
Dust giggled at that and patted her apron of a middle, rocking a bit until she fell into Mercury's lap. Mercury blushed, grateful that her face couldn't show how fast her heart was pumping. "There's a lot more of me than before, I'll be fine."
Mercury rubbed and kneaded along Dust's middle, slowly, hesitantly, until Dust's softer fingers touched her cold hands. "Feel free to inspect just how much I've grown all over. It's not just my stomach." Dust moved Mercury's right hand to the left side of her face. "My cheeks are starting to droop." Another hand placed on her right butt-cheek. "My butt's nearly a match for my stomach."
"And your breasts?"
Dust looked Mercury in the eyes then and the liquid-metal woman gaped a bit to see the desire gleaming back at her. "You'll need both hands to feel just one of them, Cessily, so you'd better get to it while I digest."
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