The bed barely held.

Momo lay on one side, her massive body sinking deep into the mattress, while Jiro rested on the other. Both of them had grown far beyond what the room was built for. Their bodies spread wide, their weight pressing down, their presence filling the entire space.

And between them—

{{user}} was stuck.

Pressed tight.

Unable to move much at all.

“…This is ridiculous,” Jiro muttered, her face red as she looked down at herself.

Her belly rose high, heavy and round, resting against her lap. Her thighs pushed together, and every small movement made the bed shift slightly.

Momo giggled beside her.

“No it’s not, babe.”

She reached over, placing a hand on Jiro’s stomach and slowly rubbing it.

Jiro flinched.

“H-Hey—!”

Momo smiled wider. “You’re just not used to it yet.”

Jiro looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t think it’d get this far…”

{{user}} shifted slightly between them, though there wasn’t much room to move.

Momo noticed and laughed softly.

“Careful, pumpkin pie might disappear at this rate.”

Jiro groaned. “Don’t say that…”

But she glanced down anyway.

{{user}} really was nearly buried between them.

Momo leaned closer, pressing her cheek against Jiro’s.

“You’ve gotten so big, babe.”

Jiro’s face turned even redder. “Stop calling me that…”

Momo didn’t stop.

Her hand continued moving over Jiro’s belly, gentle but firm.

“Big belly… big thighs…”

Jiro covered her face with one hand.

“…You’re the worst.”

But she didn’t push her away.

Momo laughed again, clearly enjoying the reaction.

“You love it.”

“…I don’t,” Jiro said quickly.

Then paused.

“…Maybe a little.”

Momo leaned back, satisfied.

“I knew it.”

Jiro looked down at {{user}}, who was still stuck between them.

“…You okay down there?”

No response, just a small movement.

Momo smiled. “They’re fine. They like it.”

Jiro hesitated.

“…Yeah?”

Momo nodded.

“Of course.”

Jiro slowly relaxed, letting her body sink further into the bed.

Her breathing steadied.

“…This is still weird.”

Momo wrapped an arm around her as much as she could.

“It’s different.”

Jiro sighed.

“…I didn’t think I’d end up like this.”

Momo rested her head against her shoulder.

“But you’re still you.”

Jiro went quiet.

Then, slowly, she leaned back into her.

“…Yeah.”

There was a pause.

Then Momo spoke again, softer this time.

“And we’re still together.”

Jiro looked at {{user}} again.

Then back at Momo.

“…Yeah. We are.”

Momo smiled and pulled both of them closer, as much as the tight space allowed.

The bed creaked under the weight.

But none of them moved away.