I’ve been neglectful. It’s been about 4 months since I last updated this journal. I wish I had remembered to log my process, but my life has been too busy and fulfilling to tear myself away long enough to write. What began as a simple fact finding mission to understand the methods of the prolific natives has turned into the greatest time of my life. After a few hours at the local research office, I lay about throughout the day, still under the guise of “fact-finding”. Most of the other scientists have returned to our homeland, but I cannot tear myself away from what I have, namely Ali and our life of pregnant debauchery.

I’ve moved out of my old hotel and into Ali’s home, our little slice of heaven. Ali and I walk around naked and blissful, making love throughout the day and only putting on clothes when we go out into the world (and sometimes when Ali gets a little playful and naughty). She wakes up everyday and after a few hours of work helping new breeding recruits, she spends her days eating and swelling and teasing and pleasuring. Ali wakes up every morning delighted by the little inches and pounds on her curvy form. I’d never seen a girl take so much happiness from gaining weight, she really enjoyed her life’s purpose of being impressively huge. Now over 8 months pregnant, Ali was really starting to get enormous and slow down. She lays about throughout the day, on the couch or bed, as I tend to her needs. By night, Ali would waddle me into our bedroom and wear me out in the best way possible.

I just got back late from the office (more on that later) to find Ali in one of my favorite weekly routines. Ali was with our neighbors Lindsay and Emily, having just finished up some prenatal yoga and pilates, cooling down from the light sweat they had built up. They were dressed in similar spandex shorts and a sports bra, hair pack in a ponytail and round bellies bulging out. Ali saw me come in and ran to the door to greet me.

“Hey gir-mppph,” unable to finish before Ali had pulled me down for a nice, deep kiss. I grabbed around her belly, kissing her back. She pulled away grinning. By now Ali was so swollen she had to stand sideways to kiss me. Her enormous belly, now a bit over eight and a half months with quadruplets was a perfect round sphere in her abdomen, was free of stretchmarks and imperfections.