Emily had heard about a new gym opening in town. She thought of her last few broken New Year's resolutions, her little pot belly, and her love handles. She decided that she wanted a toned stomach. She was determined. This was the year she would get fit.
Black Red Gym? Strange name, she thought pulling her car into the gym's parking lot. She eyed the letters above the entrance as she walked towards it, before a loud giggle and a shush caught her attention. She saw a pair of girls, one a freckled redhead and the other pale, with jet-black hair, exiting the gym. The pair spoke in a hushed tone, but Emily saw that they were covered in sweat and smiling. Emily told herself she struggled with maintaining a gym routine because she had never found the right gym. This was already a good sign.
She entered through the double doors into a spacious, yet plain lobby. She could hear the sound of plates clanging and music coming from further in. A bubbly blonde greeted her from behind a high, reception desk. Emily exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist and learned her name was Olivia. Emily fought back a blush when she noticed Olivia's ample cleavage straining against her sports bra, but it was when Olivia stood to get some membership forms that Emily felt her face go red. Olivia was heavily pregnant and her large, taut belly was bare. Emily couldn't take her eyes off it.
It has to be twins, she thought.
“Just one big one,” Olivia laughed reading Emily's mind and rubbing her oversized bump; she laid some papers in front of Emily. “People always ask. The daddy is just a big guy.” Emily laughed, but she detected a bit of playfulness in Olivia's voice. Emily could have sworn the pregnant receptionist had put extra emphasis on the word 'big'. “This is our second location, ya know?” Olivia continued. “I used to work out at the first one. It's upstate, but the owner set me up with a job here. We haven't been open here very long. I asked the owner to get some furniture to spice up the lobby, but he's always arguing with someone on the phone. Arguing with the janitorial service. Arguing with the sign company. He knows we're going to need plenty of comfy furniture soon.”
“I noticed some girls leaving when I came in,” Emily said when the blonde paused for a moment. She felt like it was hard to get a word in with Olivia.“They seemed satisfied.”
“All the women who work out here are satisfied,” Olivia replied. The receptionist placed a hand on the small of her back and eased herself back down in her chair. Emily heard that playfulness in her voice again, but let the girl continue. “The personal trainers here really have a knack for sculpting your body. You're here, so you already know, but they are going to give you the best body you can have.” Emily saw Olivia biting her bottom lip and rubbing her bump. She had a salacious look in her eyes. “They're so competitive too. At our other gym, it's always 'Look at my girl's results' or 'Can you believe how big she's getting'. On and on, but you know how men can be. Everything is a competition.”
“Where do I pay?” Emily asked, desperately trying to change the subject. She didn't want to be the woman with big muscles, she just wanted to be toned and trim. Emily was also a bit annoyed that Olivia's constant chatter had kept her from really reading the membership papers.
“Women work out free,” Olivia said with a chuckle. She took the paperwork and hefted herself back to her feet. Emily watched her waddle to a file cabinet against the wall. Emily noticed a flash of silver around the girl's stretched navel: a piercing. It was a small, shiny, black charm dangling on a short silver chain. Emily tried to get a good look at the charm, but the receptionist buzzed open the doors to the gym. “I'll text one of the trainers. He'll take care of you. Enjoy yourself. We're happy to have you here.”
Emily chose to ignore the wink Olivia gave her, tied her auburn hair into a ponytail, and entered the workout area. It was decently sized and seemed to have all the machines and free weights you would expect. Mirrors covered the left wall where the free weights were and to the right side were treadmills and stationary bikes. The middle of the floor was full of weight machines. Emily scanned the room and saw a pair of pregnant women chatting on the treadmills and a half dozen girls on the machines, each one working with a trainer. Emily looked at each of the girls working out in turn. She couldn't help but notice that every woman in the gym, including her, was white. She glanced at each of the personal trainers. Each one is a man. Each one is in great shape. Each one is black. She watched as one of the trainers helped a woman with a wide bubble butt out of a leg curl machine. Emily saw them disappear through a doorway at the back of the gym. She swore she saw the trainer run his hand over the woman's butt and roughly squeeze one of her cheeks before they were out of sight. What kind of gym is this? she wondered. Emily didn't have long to ponder her situation before a tall, muscular man approached her.
“Welcome. It's great to have you here,” the man said smiling. “I'm Devon, your trainer.”
“Nice to meet you...,” Emily trailed off. She was never a tall woman at five feet even, but Devon towered over her. She had to look up to meet his gaze, but her eyes wandered downward. Down past his tight biceps and pectorals displayed proudly in a form-fitting tank top. Down to his tight workout shorts which contained a massive bulge. Emily was stunned. It had to have been the biggest she had ever seen. She could make out his entire length, his girth, everything. Then, closer to eleven inches thick. Emily realized she was staring and averted her gaze, blushing heavily. Devon laughed and started asking her about her workout goals.
“My belly...,” Emily was able to stammer out. Devon laughed and gave her chubby middle a light pinch. Emily felt a jolt run through her body at his touch.
“Before you know it, this will be drum tight,” He gave her pot belly another squeeze and took her hand. He started leading her through a workout routine. Emily noticed how flirtatious he was, but she went along with it and flirted back. Normally she was shy, but something primal was stirring in her. It wasn't long before Devon started to up the ante. His large hand gripped one of her ass cheeks during dumbbell rows. She was doing crunches on a medicine ball when his thumb rubbed its way around her nipple as he was checking her form. His hand grabbed her crotch when she was doing leg raises. She knew he felt how wet she was, but she didn't care. With each touch, Emily could feel a spark run up her spine. She reciprocated. If he bent down for something, she would shove her breasts into his face. If he moved behind her to check her form, she would grind her ass against his crotch. She pushed into each of his touches. The whole time she was stealing glances at the bulge in his shorts. She didn't care when he caught her staring. She nodded excitedly when Devon asked her if she wanted to see the gym's locker room and showers.
She let him lead her into the back. As they entered the unassuming locker room, she looked into the corner and saw the girl with the wide bubble butt being fucked from behind by one of the trainers. The sound of the girl's moans was accented by the clapping of her thick, white ass against the trainer's black thighs. Emily, almost hypnotized, let Devon lead her into one of the shower stalls. They quickly stripped and Emily stared at Devon's cock hungrily. He lifted her with ease. Emily bit her lip as her lower lips quivered and dripped onto his cock with anticipation. Devon slowly guided her onto his thick, black cock. He paused for a moment. Emily's breath was caught in her throat as she felt her cunt being stretched to accommodate Devon's massive rod. She screamed as he started to thrust. Sharp moans and gasps when his stroke was slow, but her voice became guttural and wild as Devon increased his tempo. Emily could hear her screams mixing with the girl moaning outside and soon she heard a third and a fourth woman's voices add to the erotic chorus as well. Devon kissed and sucked at her neck, she could feel her mind slipping.
“I know why you're here. You're a little thing too, I can't wait to see your progress,” He whispered in her ear, but her mind was in a fog. She had already lost count of her orgasms when she felt Devon tense and unleash a torrent of thick cum into her. She moaned in ecstasy as rope after rope of hot jizz splashed against her cervix. Her body was electrified, her mind numb. Devon held her up for a bit as she shuddered limply against his chest, then he lowered her down and she slumped onto the tile floor.
“Nice workout,” Devon said with a deep exhale. “Olivia will give you a schedule when you check out.” And with that, he left Emily there on her back, his thick cum leaking from her throbbing pussy.
Emily huffed and puffed her way up the steps into her ob/gyn's office. The last eight months had been a whirlwind of hormones and a steady expansion of her waistline. She caught her reflection in the glass of the entranceway.
Four more weeks of this? At this rate I'll be wider than I am tall, she thought to herself. No, this is what you get Emily. You let a 6'4'' man cum inside your five-foot self. You were supposed to be going to Black Red to get in shape, not become a shape. As Emily struggled up the steps, she was stopped by an older lady before she could enter the office. The old lady felt her belly, asked when she was due, asked how many babies she was having, and recoiled in horror when Emily said her new catchphrase.
“No, just one big one. The daddy is just a big guy,” the swollen girl sighed as she waddled through the front door. Olivia was right, she thought. People will never believe you when you tell them. Emily was thinking about how Olivia's baby was born at just under eleven pounds when her heart sank. In between her and the check-in window were three other pregnant women. Emily could hear her ankles groan at the prospect of standing in line. She swayed and shuffled behind a woman with straight, jet-black hair to wait her turn
“They are always so busy,” Emily groaned out loud.
“Right?” the black-haired girl said turning to face Emily. “It must be a baby boom.” The girls laughed, but Emily stopped when she saw the black-haired girl's face.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Emily asked the girl. “Maybe the gym?” Emily was always seeing other girls from the gym at the doctor's office. She glanced around and saw a few familiar faces already seated and she was pretty sure every girl in line was from the gym too. The woman introduced herself as Stephanie, she told Emily she was a gym member too. Emily looked at Stephanie. Any pregnant woman's belly looked small compared to Emily's, but Stephanie's bump couldn't be called small otherwise. Her black t-shirt was fighting a losing battle to cover the taut dome of her belly. A large crescent of pale white flesh peaked out from underneath the shirt. Stephanie's popped navel seemed to anchor her tee and keep it from riding higher. Emily then noticed Stephanie was staring at her belly.
“Just one big one,” Emily said sheepishly.
“No way,” Stephanie said with disbelief as she rubbed her bump. “Devon?” Emily nodded, her face beet red.
“I went to BRG to try and work on my stomach,” Emily said lifting her oversized blouse to show Stephanie her bloated bump. “After this one pops out, I'll be worse off than I was before.”
“Looks like Devon did great work on your belly if you ask me, but don't worry,” Stephanie laid a hand on Emily's bump and gave it a loving rub. “You can just follow Olivia's example. No one will notice your flabby belly if you just get knocked up again.” Emily laughed nervously. She only really went to the gym when Devon told her to, but when she did go, she noticed Olivia's belly was starting to swell again. Stephanie kept her hand on Emily's stomach and lowered her tone, “It's so hot, isn't it? Getting so big. Just the thought that inside my white bel...”
Stephanie kept talking, but Emily had zoned out. She enjoyed the sensation of Stephanie's hand moving slowly across her bump and thought about Devon and his massive member. Devon seemed like less of a personal trainer lately and more like a farmer proud of some prized heifer. When she went to the gym, Devon was less interested in curls or squats and more interested in measuring her belly. He loved to sit her down in the main area, take some oil, and rub her belly until it was a huge, shiny orb. Devon would rub her down and call to the other trainers, pointing at her belly. 'I knew she had potential. Look at her. Can you believe this?', he would say. 'I told y'all it's lethal for them bunnies,' he would say grabbing his crotch.
The other trainers would reply with things like 'damn', “got her', 'She blown up'. Emily thought it was weird, but it seemed to her all the personal trainers were doing something like this. A girl would be standing with her hand on the small of her back and her trainer would just walk up, pull her shirt up, and ****** her belly. The trainer would rub her belly and gesture to the others and laugh and congratulate each other. Emily wondered what it was all about. She felt that everywhere you looked at the gym now, you see a trainer's hands on a swollen belly. What was even weirder to Emily was that the girls seemed to love the attention. They would stick their bellies out proudly. Anytime it happened to her, Emily would be red with embarrassment, but she had to admit to herself that something about it was hot. The contrast of Devon's big, strong, black hands touching, squeezing, and roaming all over her stretched, white bump always made her a bit wet. He would measure her and tell her the new, bigger number and Emily would feel a bit of pride. Devon boasted about making her bigger next time. Something in Emily wanted to find out if he was right
Emily's thoughts drifted back to Olivia. Her first baby wasn't even a year old and Olivia's belly was already starting to curve out again. There must be something in the water at the gym, Emily thought. Emily's daydreaming was cut short when Stephanie's hand stopped. She had a puzzled look on her face.
“BRG? Wait a minute. You said BRG, right?” The woman asked. Emily wasn't sure where Stephanie was going with this.
“Yeah, Black Red Gym,” Emily replied, matching the raven-haired girls' confusion.
“Black Red?” Stephanie asked. “The owner told me they were having trouble with the sign company, but I haven't been in months. They still haven't put the other 'B' up? It's been over a year since they opened.”
“What other 'B'?” Emily asked. Her baby kicked her ribs, hard.
“The second 'B' in the name of the gym,” Stephanie gave Emily another confused look. “You do understand what kind of place it is, don't you?”
Second B? What second B? What kind of place is it? she thought. She ran her hand on her bump. She made slow circles, on her tight, white flesh to try and calm the baby. Devon's extra large baby did a two-step on Emily's bladder as it shifted inside her. Emily looked at Stephanie's taut belly and her eyes moved to her confused face. That was when she noticed the little, shiny, black spades dangling from her ears. Seems like all the other girls at the gym wear spades too... Jewelry... Clothes... Tattoos..., the short, heavily pregnant, white girl thought. She looked around at the other pregnant girls in the doctor's office. Stephanie's earrings. The freckled redhead at the front of the line had one tattooed on her ankle. A blonde sitting in the waiting area had one hanging from a necklace. A shirt. A tattoo on the back of a neck. A belly ring. Emily winced as a spot on her swollen white belly distended, as the black baby inside of her moved. She placed a hand on her belly and a kick tapped against it in response.
“Oh,” she said quietly.
Black Red Gym? Strange name, she thought pulling her car into the gym's parking lot. She eyed the letters above the entrance as she walked towards it, before a loud giggle and a shush caught her attention. She saw a pair of girls, one a freckled redhead and the other pale, with jet-black hair, exiting the gym. The pair spoke in a hushed tone, but Emily saw that they were covered in sweat and smiling. Emily told herself she struggled with maintaining a gym routine because she had never found the right gym. This was already a good sign.
She entered through the double doors into a spacious, yet plain lobby. She could hear the sound of plates clanging and music coming from further in. A bubbly blonde greeted her from behind a high, reception desk. Emily exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist and learned her name was Olivia. Emily fought back a blush when she noticed Olivia's ample cleavage straining against her sports bra, but it was when Olivia stood to get some membership forms that Emily felt her face go red. Olivia was heavily pregnant and her large, taut belly was bare. Emily couldn't take her eyes off it.
It has to be twins, she thought.
“Just one big one,” Olivia laughed reading Emily's mind and rubbing her oversized bump; she laid some papers in front of Emily. “People always ask. The daddy is just a big guy.” Emily laughed, but she detected a bit of playfulness in Olivia's voice. Emily could have sworn the pregnant receptionist had put extra emphasis on the word 'big'. “This is our second location, ya know?” Olivia continued. “I used to work out at the first one. It's upstate, but the owner set me up with a job here. We haven't been open here very long. I asked the owner to get some furniture to spice up the lobby, but he's always arguing with someone on the phone. Arguing with the janitorial service. Arguing with the sign company. He knows we're going to need plenty of comfy furniture soon.”
“I noticed some girls leaving when I came in,” Emily said when the blonde paused for a moment. She felt like it was hard to get a word in with Olivia.“They seemed satisfied.”
“All the women who work out here are satisfied,” Olivia replied. The receptionist placed a hand on the small of her back and eased herself back down in her chair. Emily heard that playfulness in her voice again, but let the girl continue. “The personal trainers here really have a knack for sculpting your body. You're here, so you already know, but they are going to give you the best body you can have.” Emily saw Olivia biting her bottom lip and rubbing her bump. She had a salacious look in her eyes. “They're so competitive too. At our other gym, it's always 'Look at my girl's results' or 'Can you believe how big she's getting'. On and on, but you know how men can be. Everything is a competition.”
“Where do I pay?” Emily asked, desperately trying to change the subject. She didn't want to be the woman with big muscles, she just wanted to be toned and trim. Emily was also a bit annoyed that Olivia's constant chatter had kept her from really reading the membership papers.
“Women work out free,” Olivia said with a chuckle. She took the paperwork and hefted herself back to her feet. Emily watched her waddle to a file cabinet against the wall. Emily noticed a flash of silver around the girl's stretched navel: a piercing. It was a small, shiny, black charm dangling on a short silver chain. Emily tried to get a good look at the charm, but the receptionist buzzed open the doors to the gym. “I'll text one of the trainers. He'll take care of you. Enjoy yourself. We're happy to have you here.”
Emily chose to ignore the wink Olivia gave her, tied her auburn hair into a ponytail, and entered the workout area. It was decently sized and seemed to have all the machines and free weights you would expect. Mirrors covered the left wall where the free weights were and to the right side were treadmills and stationary bikes. The middle of the floor was full of weight machines. Emily scanned the room and saw a pair of pregnant women chatting on the treadmills and a half dozen girls on the machines, each one working with a trainer. Emily looked at each of the girls working out in turn. She couldn't help but notice that every woman in the gym, including her, was white. She glanced at each of the personal trainers. Each one is a man. Each one is in great shape. Each one is black. She watched as one of the trainers helped a woman with a wide bubble butt out of a leg curl machine. Emily saw them disappear through a doorway at the back of the gym. She swore she saw the trainer run his hand over the woman's butt and roughly squeeze one of her cheeks before they were out of sight. What kind of gym is this? she wondered. Emily didn't have long to ponder her situation before a tall, muscular man approached her.
“Welcome. It's great to have you here,” the man said smiling. “I'm Devon, your trainer.”
“Nice to meet you...,” Emily trailed off. She was never a tall woman at five feet even, but Devon towered over her. She had to look up to meet his gaze, but her eyes wandered downward. Down past his tight biceps and pectorals displayed proudly in a form-fitting tank top. Down to his tight workout shorts which contained a massive bulge. Emily was stunned. It had to have been the biggest she had ever seen. She could make out his entire length, his girth, everything. Then, closer to eleven inches thick. Emily realized she was staring and averted her gaze, blushing heavily. Devon laughed and started asking her about her workout goals.
“My belly...,” Emily was able to stammer out. Devon laughed and gave her chubby middle a light pinch. Emily felt a jolt run through her body at his touch.
“Before you know it, this will be drum tight,” He gave her pot belly another squeeze and took her hand. He started leading her through a workout routine. Emily noticed how flirtatious he was, but she went along with it and flirted back. Normally she was shy, but something primal was stirring in her. It wasn't long before Devon started to up the ante. His large hand gripped one of her ass cheeks during dumbbell rows. She was doing crunches on a medicine ball when his thumb rubbed its way around her nipple as he was checking her form. His hand grabbed her crotch when she was doing leg raises. She knew he felt how wet she was, but she didn't care. With each touch, Emily could feel a spark run up her spine. She reciprocated. If he bent down for something, she would shove her breasts into his face. If he moved behind her to check her form, she would grind her ass against his crotch. She pushed into each of his touches. The whole time she was stealing glances at the bulge in his shorts. She didn't care when he caught her staring. She nodded excitedly when Devon asked her if she wanted to see the gym's locker room and showers.
She let him lead her into the back. As they entered the unassuming locker room, she looked into the corner and saw the girl with the wide bubble butt being fucked from behind by one of the trainers. The sound of the girl's moans was accented by the clapping of her thick, white ass against the trainer's black thighs. Emily, almost hypnotized, let Devon lead her into one of the shower stalls. They quickly stripped and Emily stared at Devon's cock hungrily. He lifted her with ease. Emily bit her lip as her lower lips quivered and dripped onto his cock with anticipation. Devon slowly guided her onto his thick, black cock. He paused for a moment. Emily's breath was caught in her throat as she felt her cunt being stretched to accommodate Devon's massive rod. She screamed as he started to thrust. Sharp moans and gasps when his stroke was slow, but her voice became guttural and wild as Devon increased his tempo. Emily could hear her screams mixing with the girl moaning outside and soon she heard a third and a fourth woman's voices add to the erotic chorus as well. Devon kissed and sucked at her neck, she could feel her mind slipping.
“I know why you're here. You're a little thing too, I can't wait to see your progress,” He whispered in her ear, but her mind was in a fog. She had already lost count of her orgasms when she felt Devon tense and unleash a torrent of thick cum into her. She moaned in ecstasy as rope after rope of hot jizz splashed against her cervix. Her body was electrified, her mind numb. Devon held her up for a bit as she shuddered limply against his chest, then he lowered her down and she slumped onto the tile floor.
“Nice workout,” Devon said with a deep exhale. “Olivia will give you a schedule when you check out.” And with that, he left Emily there on her back, his thick cum leaking from her throbbing pussy.
Emily huffed and puffed her way up the steps into her ob/gyn's office. The last eight months had been a whirlwind of hormones and a steady expansion of her waistline. She caught her reflection in the glass of the entranceway.
Four more weeks of this? At this rate I'll be wider than I am tall, she thought to herself. No, this is what you get Emily. You let a 6'4'' man cum inside your five-foot self. You were supposed to be going to Black Red to get in shape, not become a shape. As Emily struggled up the steps, she was stopped by an older lady before she could enter the office. The old lady felt her belly, asked when she was due, asked how many babies she was having, and recoiled in horror when Emily said her new catchphrase.
“No, just one big one. The daddy is just a big guy,” the swollen girl sighed as she waddled through the front door. Olivia was right, she thought. People will never believe you when you tell them. Emily was thinking about how Olivia's baby was born at just under eleven pounds when her heart sank. In between her and the check-in window were three other pregnant women. Emily could hear her ankles groan at the prospect of standing in line. She swayed and shuffled behind a woman with straight, jet-black hair to wait her turn
“They are always so busy,” Emily groaned out loud.
“Right?” the black-haired girl said turning to face Emily. “It must be a baby boom.” The girls laughed, but Emily stopped when she saw the black-haired girl's face.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Emily asked the girl. “Maybe the gym?” Emily was always seeing other girls from the gym at the doctor's office. She glanced around and saw a few familiar faces already seated and she was pretty sure every girl in line was from the gym too. The woman introduced herself as Stephanie, she told Emily she was a gym member too. Emily looked at Stephanie. Any pregnant woman's belly looked small compared to Emily's, but Stephanie's bump couldn't be called small otherwise. Her black t-shirt was fighting a losing battle to cover the taut dome of her belly. A large crescent of pale white flesh peaked out from underneath the shirt. Stephanie's popped navel seemed to anchor her tee and keep it from riding higher. Emily then noticed Stephanie was staring at her belly.
“Just one big one,” Emily said sheepishly.
“No way,” Stephanie said with disbelief as she rubbed her bump. “Devon?” Emily nodded, her face beet red.
“I went to BRG to try and work on my stomach,” Emily said lifting her oversized blouse to show Stephanie her bloated bump. “After this one pops out, I'll be worse off than I was before.”
“Looks like Devon did great work on your belly if you ask me, but don't worry,” Stephanie laid a hand on Emily's bump and gave it a loving rub. “You can just follow Olivia's example. No one will notice your flabby belly if you just get knocked up again.” Emily laughed nervously. She only really went to the gym when Devon told her to, but when she did go, she noticed Olivia's belly was starting to swell again. Stephanie kept her hand on Emily's stomach and lowered her tone, “It's so hot, isn't it? Getting so big. Just the thought that inside my white bel...”
Stephanie kept talking, but Emily had zoned out. She enjoyed the sensation of Stephanie's hand moving slowly across her bump and thought about Devon and his massive member. Devon seemed like less of a personal trainer lately and more like a farmer proud of some prized heifer. When she went to the gym, Devon was less interested in curls or squats and more interested in measuring her belly. He loved to sit her down in the main area, take some oil, and rub her belly until it was a huge, shiny orb. Devon would rub her down and call to the other trainers, pointing at her belly. 'I knew she had potential. Look at her. Can you believe this?', he would say. 'I told y'all it's lethal for them bunnies,' he would say grabbing his crotch.
The other trainers would reply with things like 'damn', “got her', 'She blown up'. Emily thought it was weird, but it seemed to her all the personal trainers were doing something like this. A girl would be standing with her hand on the small of her back and her trainer would just walk up, pull her shirt up, and ****** her belly. The trainer would rub her belly and gesture to the others and laugh and congratulate each other. Emily wondered what it was all about. She felt that everywhere you looked at the gym now, you see a trainer's hands on a swollen belly. What was even weirder to Emily was that the girls seemed to love the attention. They would stick their bellies out proudly. Anytime it happened to her, Emily would be red with embarrassment, but she had to admit to herself that something about it was hot. The contrast of Devon's big, strong, black hands touching, squeezing, and roaming all over her stretched, white bump always made her a bit wet. He would measure her and tell her the new, bigger number and Emily would feel a bit of pride. Devon boasted about making her bigger next time. Something in Emily wanted to find out if he was right
Emily's thoughts drifted back to Olivia. Her first baby wasn't even a year old and Olivia's belly was already starting to curve out again. There must be something in the water at the gym, Emily thought. Emily's daydreaming was cut short when Stephanie's hand stopped. She had a puzzled look on her face.
“BRG? Wait a minute. You said BRG, right?” The woman asked. Emily wasn't sure where Stephanie was going with this.
“Yeah, Black Red Gym,” Emily replied, matching the raven-haired girls' confusion.
“Black Red?” Stephanie asked. “The owner told me they were having trouble with the sign company, but I haven't been in months. They still haven't put the other 'B' up? It's been over a year since they opened.”
“What other 'B'?” Emily asked. Her baby kicked her ribs, hard.
“The second 'B' in the name of the gym,” Stephanie gave Emily another confused look. “You do understand what kind of place it is, don't you?”
Second B? What second B? What kind of place is it? she thought. She ran her hand on her bump. She made slow circles, on her tight, white flesh to try and calm the baby. Devon's extra large baby did a two-step on Emily's bladder as it shifted inside her. Emily looked at Stephanie's taut belly and her eyes moved to her confused face. That was when she noticed the little, shiny, black spades dangling from her ears. Seems like all the other girls at the gym wear spades too... Jewelry... Clothes... Tattoos..., the short, heavily pregnant, white girl thought. She looked around at the other pregnant girls in the doctor's office. Stephanie's earrings. The freckled redhead at the front of the line had one tattooed on her ankle. A blonde sitting in the waiting area had one hanging from a necklace. A shirt. A tattoo on the back of a neck. A belly ring. Emily winced as a spot on her swollen white belly distended, as the black baby inside of her moved. She placed a hand on her belly and a kick tapped against it in response.
“Oh,” she said quietly.
