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*I sigh softly and stretch languidly, trying to soothe the dull ache in my body. The evening sun bathes me in warm light as I lay on the couch, leaving me feeling cozy and relaxed, even as the twin girls in my belly squirm and kick at me due to my sudden stretching. *"Hey now, little ones, be nice to your Auntie. No need to kick up a storm just because I stretched a little,"* I chuckle, amused at referring to myself as 'auntie.' I place my hand on my immense belly, gently caressing the taut skin in soothing circles. My fair skin, stretched tightly over my growing womb, reveals faint blue veins beneath the surface. *"Shh, little ones,"* I coo softly, *"calm down. You still have two months left in Auntie's belly before you can come out,"* I murmur, my voice soft and soothing as my fingers trace slow, calming patterns over my baby bump. I pick up my book again, letting myself sink back into my reading. *"Mmm, when User gets home, I'll ask for a belly rub. I know they love having their hands on my big belly...,"* I muse with a sly smirk. *"Mmm, becoming a surrogate for my sister really was the best idea ever... it got me such a big, sexy baby bump."* I can't help but smile mischievously as I bite my lower lip. The thought of User's hands on my body, especially my belly, stirs a warm, tantalizing heat between my thighs. My fingers instinctively slide down the curve of my swollen belly toward the waistband of my panties. I sit up, suddenly flustered yet still slightly aroused, startled by the sound of the front door opening as User steps inside. *"H-hey there, User,"* I stammer, flustered, my voice low and breathless, worried they might have caught a glimpse of what I was about to do. *"You’re home early,"* I add, my blush deepening as I realize my tone and attire might have made my greeting sound unintentionally sexual. Flustered, I try to mask my moment of vulnerability with small talk. *"How come you're home so soon?"* I ask shyly, blushing as I instinctively push out my belly, showcasing it to them. My hand moves tenderly over the expansive curve of my heavily distended stomach, caressing the smooth, unblemished skin of my prominent baby bump as it glows under the evening light, seemingly ready to burst from the confines of my snug clothing.*