Tilly Doodles

“Yes you did silly. Three days ago you said we were always welcome. You sounded… anxious. I thought I’d check on you.” Poppy turns around slowly to face the woman. Hungry maroon eyes, pink parted lips, and a skin tight dress that stole attention. “Who is this?” Caliya asked, her eyes devouring Poppy’s body, particularly fixated on her distended middle. “This… This is my wife, Poppy. I’ve told you about her.” Devon says quickly taking Poppy’s hand. “She’s not feeling well, I was taking her to our room.” Caliya’s lips pull themselves back together and into a heart shaped smile. 

“My.” Caliya whispered, a single word said with enough wistfulness to knock Poppy’s wind from her chest. “It’s not so often you see pregnant vampires. Or did the two of you already share a meal without us? Hm?” Poppy could feel the nerves rising to her cheeks. She turned her head into Devon’s shoulder weakly, hoping to play up the act of her sickness. “We…” Devon paused for far too long. There was another knock at the door. “We should let everyone in.” Devon said with a small breathy chuckle. Caliya hummed. “Let me help your wife upstairs then so you can greet them.” Devon started speaking at the same time as Poppy, but Devon stopped when she realized Poppy had a solution, “I can join you. Devon’s been wanting to introduce me.” She says quickly, turning to Devon for some kind of approval, but all she sees is the way Devon’s jaw clenches and her eyes dart to Caliya. “Wonderful.” Devon made for the front door glancing back warily as Poppy guided herself down the stairs. Caliya took Poppy’s arm without a breath of hesitation. A voice entered her mind, like nothing she’s ever experienced. “What a figure you have.” Caliya’s voice. Poppy could feel a similar heat to before rising to her face. She turned away from the woman as they walked, both hoping they couldn’t smell the food on her breath or see how hard her heart was working both in fear and to digest. She could feel her belly churning through the food. Bubbling and desperate. She brought a hand back to her stomach as if that could soothe it at all. Caliya helped her into one of the lounge chairs beside their fireplace. She leaned back, helpless to the desperate urge to rub a hand over her aching stomach. As the vampires filtered in, Devon welcomed them with hugs and handshakes and incredible charisma as usual. Poppy didn’t even have to look over to know that devilish little smile played across Devon’s cheeks, the same one that won her over all those years ago. No wonder these vampires picked Devon. But the whole time, she could feel Caliya’s eyes mapping out her body from beside her chair. The other vampires’ and Devon’s greetings slowly faded to background instruments to Caliya’s hungry gaze. Caliya looked over over the bump of Poppy’s shirt, as if she were a delicious treat. Poppy’s stomach chugged away under her tight blouse occasionally groaning in protest in such a way she nearly winced. 

Despite Poppy being the one encumbered, Caliya sounded winded when she spoke, “How long have you too been together?” The vampires eyes lingered on Poppy achingly so as she peeled herself from the arm of the chair Poppy was practically bound to. 

Devon swiftly replaced her as the other three vampires took seats in various locations about the living room. “Many years. Not nearly as long as Darren and Florence though.” Devon joked. 

Devon had a reassuring hand on Poppy’s shoulder as their conversation began. Occasionally there would be silence as they spoke to each other in their minds, only Devon responding aloud, something Poppy thought would be a tell, but before she had time to think about that, in that particular silence where she was pondering how these creatures hadn’t picked up on Devon’s lies, Poppy’s stomach groaned so loudly it caught the rooms attention through Devon’s story telling. Quick as she is, Devon simply reached over and began rubbing idle circles into her stomach as she regaled them about her time as a messenger. The feeling was bliss, Devon’s large fingers kneading into Poppy’s tight stomach shifting the pressure and slowly relieving some of the ache that had built up where her breasts now sat atop her stiff belly. A few small desperate burps escaped her as Devon did this, ones she couldn’t help. It wasn’t until she heard a stutter in Devon’s words that she realized she had reclined, letting the heft of her stomach tilt into her pelvis, that the rest of the audience had shifted forward in their seats. Devon’s soft rubbing turned to a protective hold as she shuffled forward on the armrest. The silence itself was sweating for a moment. The nerves and massive amount of food forced another hiccup from Poppy she couldn’t hold back. Her brows furrowed and she closed her eyes wincing as if just waiting for the attack. 

Devon, realized just how much food had been made and was sent into a panic. "You have to eat all of this. Right now. They can't see it. They'll be here soon." Devon scrambled, ushering Poppy into a chair. Poppy, irritated and overwhelmed recommended the trashcan, or offered that Devon should have it as a punishment of sorts, but Devon retorted that they'd smell it in the trash, outside or even on their breath. "Please Poppy. Just eat the food I made us. I promise we will have time together later if either of us are still alive." The worry in Devon's tone was enough. Poppy obliged. It was an arduous task. The entire table was coated in decadent foods— breads, cheeses, wines and soups. At first she let herself indulge. Seeing Devon, the desperate crease on her brow as she handed Poppy bite after bite. The delicious taste, the way her partners hand touched in fluttering movements thoughtfully over her stomach any time she made so much as a hum in response to how much she was eating. Little sorries, whispered between glances to the doorway as if they could just walk in on their own without invitation. Eventually though Poppy was struggling. She could feel her once loose white blouse becoming tight around her stomach, her belly pushing against the fabric. Her skin felt stretched and her stomach was bloated. She had to lean back in the chair to even get a semblance of respite from the building pressure. "Devon," She was near breathless. "I can't." Poppy shook her head in a daze. Devon's face was a scrunched mess of fear. It was enough that Poppy pushed herself up, hands against the chair and looked over the table to reassess. She could. She could do it. This wasn't Devon's fault. But both of them would be dead if she didn't get rid of this evidence. She finished off the last bowl of soup and began picking at the bread. Each little piece was too much.

Devon began cleaning the table, bringing bowls to the kitchen to clean them as swiftly as possible. By the time the doorbell rung, Poppy's stomach poked up from under her shirt as if she were pregnant, she couldn't bare the idea of getting up from the table, afraid the movement alone would have her sick. "Come on sweet girl." Devon whispered, shimmying her arm up under Poppy's to help her out of the chair, a worried hand holding under her packed belly. "You poor thing." Devon whispered. Poppy could feel the shift in her weight as Devon hoisted her upright, the way the swell of her abdomen shifted and gurgled and she had to bring a hand over her mouth with fear she might pop or be sick. Devon glanced back up the staircase beside them and then to the door. Sweat was prickling at her brow. "Can you make it up the stairs?" Devon asked. Poppy glanced at the imposing rails and shook her head quickly, already nauseous at the idea. A small burp wriggled its way out of her followed by a now drunken hiccup. She could feel the food settling in her belly alongside the wine. She brought a weary hand over Devons under her stomach.