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Right after Emma knocked on the front door and rung the bell, the gray cat stepped closer and put one ear against the wood, listening carefully for any noise on the other side. A car drove by on the road behind her, breaking her concentration. She frowned and flicked her tail irritably before folding her other ear over itself and shutting her eyes to stay focused.

Just as Emma wondered whether she should knock again, she heard the faint clicking of hooves on a wooden floor growing louder by the second. The cat smiled and backed away from the door, shuffling her paws uncomfortably on the rough doormat. It was a good trick Emma had learned to tell if Liz was on her way to the door or not. Too many times, she'd found herself standing outside her friend's home knocking over and over again before realizing she was still asleep. She gave Liz some slack, though. She probably was needing the sleep and it wasn't like she was getting anywhere fast, lately.

What sounded like five different locking mechanisms clicked open behind the door before it swung inward, revealing the short goat woman holding it open. The inside of the house was still pitch-black and she raised a hand to wince at the sunlight and blinked it away with a shake of her head.

"Hey Em!" Liz greeted the cat cheerily. She blinked again in the light and shuddered. "Sorry, I just woke up, like, ten minutes ago."

"Yeah, I know," Emma sighed. She stepped one paw over the doorway to greet Liz with a one-armed side hug, keeping herself turned to the side to avoid having to lean over the goat's bulging stomach. She was roughly seven months into her pregnancy and looked bigger every time Em saw her. The cat quietly wondered whether she would ever stop until the kid was born: each time she suspected Liz couldn't get any bigger, she hit another growth spurt. This seemed to bother her far more than Liz herself, who cheerfully stroked her hands over her belly.

"Nine times out of ten, he's the one that wakes me up," she said, grinning warmly. "I tried to set an alarm for when you were coming, but uhhhhhhhh_this_ little guy decided we weren't gonna wait." Liz poked a finger into her belly and pushed in, as if trying to reach heruterus. That far along, her bump was still padded with a layer of fat that made it jiggle slightly when she moved. Emma sometimes caught Liz doing that to herself when she drifted off and thought no one was paying attention.

"I think he just has better time-management than you," Emma said. Liz stuck her tongue out and shrugged.

"That's not really an accomplishment. Everybody does." The goat suddenly froze, glancing to the side, then giggled to herself. "He's saying 'Hi.'"

Before she could respond, Liz grabbed Emma's wrist and forciblyguided her palm to the topleftquarterof her round belly. Shepinned her handthere and held it until the two of them both felt the soft little _thumps_of the unborn baby kickingout from Liz's womb.

"Hey little baby," Emma said to her friend's belly, but it lacked enthusiasm. It was far from the first time she'd felt Liz's baby moving and it had started to become routine every time the two saw one another.

"Sorry," Liz said bashfully as she let go of Emma's hand and touched her own in its place. "Sorry, I just never get tired of it. I love it when he kicks around and all that."

"I can tell," Emma chuckled. "It's fine, I understand."

"I'm just sorry if I'm coming on a little strong about it," Liz shrugged. She rested both hands on her belly, rubbing it gently as she talked. Once she'd started to show, the goat hardly went five minutes without affectionately touching her own bump.

"Liz, you're pregnant, you're allowed to be excited," Emmasaid, raising her eyebrow. Her friend glanced away shyly and shrugged again.

"I guess so..." Liz snapped her head up and slapped her hand to her forehead. "Oh my God, I didn't even let you inside yet. I'm an idiot, c'mon in."

She stepped to the side and held the door open, tottering a little as her balance wasn't what it once was. Liz was already clumsy on her hooves, so Emma could only imagine what a shifted center of gravity had done to her. The cat's eyes near instantly adjusted to the dark, even as Liz pushed the front door shut and cut out the sunlight.

Liz was roughly half a foot shorter than Emma, though the curved horns atop her head made up a bit of the difference. Her fur was a shade of dark red, almost the color of clay, with the exception of her hands and the stripe running down the center of her face, which were both black.Her hair was long, reaching a little farther than her shoulder blades, and almost constantly messy (a result of bed-head more than any kind of fashion choice). Shehad ona long-sleeved button-up, butworeit open to make room for her pregnant belly and hadthe sleeves rolled up to her elbows.The white tank-top she wore under it _mostly_covered her bump, but a few curly strands of red fur peeked out from underneath. Just above the waist of her pajama pants, Liz's short tail poked out with enough room to flap impotently in the air whenever she was excited about something.

"Holy shit, it's really fucking dark in here..." Liz mumbled to herself as she flipped a switch on the wall. Emma winced as the light in the ceiling fan flicked on in the center of the room and felt her pupils shrink into thin diamonds. "Did I ever tell you how much my parents fucking_hate_ overhead lights?"

"So do mine," Emma nodded. Liz rolled her eyes and took her hands off her belly the throw her arms up in exasperation.

"Who gives a shit? It's just lights. They always say something about us needing more lamps whenever they come over." Liz huffed and waddled away from the door, heradvanced pregnancy obviously making it harder for her to move. "Damn, I feel like I weigh likefour tons."

"Gaining weight is a good thing, remember?" Emma reassured her.

"I know, I'm not complaining. It's just a lot to get used to." Liz smirked as she did her best to look over her shoulder at her own backside. "Maybe I'll finally have a nice ass after this."

Emmalaughed, but thought about how many times in the past she'd had to helpLiz with her body image issues. It was always a fight to get her friend to think positively about herself, but pregnancy seemed to have gottenthe job done in months what the cat couldn't accomplish in years.Liz seemed completely satisfied with her growing body, with every comment she made about her pregnant form being something happy or joyful. If getting knocked up was going to help Liz's self esteem that much, Emma thought, she'd have suggested it years ago.

"Lewis is at work, right?" Emma asked, glancing around the room as if Liz's husband was going to jump out and surprise her.

"Yeah..." she sighed, her shoulders falling. "Ireally wish he didn't have to work allthe time, y'know? I know it's for the baby, but..." Lizfrownedand rubbed her tummy, as if wishing on it would bring Lewis home faster. "I feel bad about it. Especially when I just have to sit around like this."

"You're not just sitting around, though,"Emma said, folding her arms. "Even when you're not _doing_anything, you're still _making_the baby. You're getting rest for a reason."

"Yeah...I guess," Liz said, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as it strained to cover her bump. She chewed on her lip for a moment, staring at nothing as her mind worked, before shaking her head and following it up with a nonchalant shrug. "Whatever, as long as it's good for the baby."

"Exactly."

"It just sucks having to sit around all day just the two of us until Lewis gets home," Liz huffed. She rested one arm across her belly as she waddled past Emma into the kitchen, leaning back slightly while keeping her legs straight. The result made it seem like she were tottering from one leg to the other as she walked, like a Barbie doll with no knees. Emma listened to her rummaging through a drawer in the kitchen before Liz waddled back into view with a black coffee stirrer between her teeth,bobbing up and down as she chewed on it. The goat almost always had something in her mouth to munch on out of habit, usually straws, toothpicks, plastic spoons, or even one of the chew toys she'd gotten in anticipation of the baby. Between Liz and the little occupant still in her belly, Emma expectedto findhalf the house to wind of covered in bite marks the next time she came over.

"I don't know, that doesn't really sound like much of a problem," Emma responded. Liz huffed again as she leanedagainst the nearest wall, the tips of her horns nearly punching holes in it just above her head.

"Yeah, maybe not," she shrugged, her hands once again roaming across her tummy. "But it's still boring. I try to make conversation with the little guy, but he doesn't really respond." She blinked in surprise before smirking down at her belly. "Not with words, anyway."

"That's when Netflix comes in handy."

"God, I'd have lost my fucking mind without it," Liz said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I'm running out of stuff I actually wanna watch, though. There's a lot more garbage on there than you might think. If I don't pop soon, I'll probably end up watching shit alphabeticallyjust for something to do."

"Something tells me you won't have to worry about that," Emma said, nodding to Liz's belly. She giggled, her shorttail wiggling excitedly against the wall as she kneaded her fingers into her stomach.

"Maybe, maybe. We'll see what happens." Liz paused to chew on her bottom lip anxiously before adding, "Eeehhhhh...He can...go ahead and take his time. The big day's coming, but that doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it."

"It'll be over before you know it," Emma said reassuringly, even as she admitted to herself she had even less of an idea than Liz of how the birth would go.

"As long as it won't hurt the baby, I wanna be drugged up to my damn_eyes_," Liz said, miming a syringe going into her elbow. "I don't even want to _remember_what happens between my water breaking and holding the little guy for the first time."

"'Little guy?' Does he have a name yet?" Emma asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Liz shook her head, groaning loudly with her mouth open.

"No.I can hardly decide on a username half the time, how am I supposed to come up with a name for, like, a real, actual, living person?"

"I don't know, name him after your grandfather or something?" Emma suggested. Liz stuck her tongue out and held both hands up in dual 'thumbs-down' gestures before returning them to her bump.

"Fuck that, that's boring. We can do better than 'Tom.'"Liz lifted the front of her shirt and scratched just above her bellybutton, which Emma could see peeking out from under the goat's hand like a pair of pursed lips. "Lewis thinks we'll know once we see him and I think I'm feeling that."

"Seems a little 'new-age,'" Emma frowned.

"No it doesn't, I just think it might be easier going by intuition. It's not like he's gonna_disappear_ if we don't come up with a name." Liz paused for a second, glancing aside as the gears in her head turned, before suddenly clapping her hands together and waving them in the air as if pushing an imaginary object aside. "Oh, change of subject, have you seen anything about this movie?"

"The Calling?'" Emma asked, referring to the movie the pair of them were going to see that afternoon. "Just the trailers. It looks cool."

"I am so fucking_excited," Liz said breathlessly as she balled her hands into fists and shook them in the air, inadvertentlymaking the extra baby-weight on her torso jiggle slightly. Emma pretended not to notice. "Did you hear about this little indie movie that came out a few years ago called _Go By Sea?"

Emma shook her head, which made Liz sit up from the wall and make a deep sound in the back of her throat while pointing at her.

"It's_so good_. It's like this fucked up but _super_well-made horror movie setentirely on a ship and it's got all this water and nautical-themed scaryshit in it. I'm making it sound stupid, but it's _really_really good." Liz gestured wildly with her hands as shechattered while Emma watched in amusement and did her best to follow along.

"The director of that did_The Calling_ and I think it's the first thing she's done with an actual bigger-budget, y'know? And some good actors. I was kinda worried she was gonna get picked up to direct one of those fucking endless superhero movies but I'm _really_happy she's making something more interesting." Liz paused to clear her throat before asking, "Wait, what were the showtimes again?"

"There's one at 7:40 and another at 9:20,"Emma said. Liz glanced down at her wrist, remembered she didn't have a watch, then fished her phone from the pocket of her pajama pants and checked the time.

"Okay, cool, we got time. Let's do the 7:40 so we can get something to eat after." Liz swallowed and slid a hand over her belly. "Or...do you wanna go before?"

"I think that's more up to you," Emma said, amused. Liz chewed on her tongue and gave her friend a bashful smile.

"Maybe...both?"

"Okay," Emma chuckled. "Eating for two gets two dinners, I guess."

"Em, I am a black-fucking-hole right now, okay?" Liz said, pointing down to her rounded stomach with both hands. "It is not my fault."

"I didn't say it was!"

"I just want it said, alright?" Liz thumbed a lock of her long, shaggy hair out of her face and tucked it over her shoulder as she took out her phone again. "Let me check what I can afford. I really want to go to that Mexican place next to the mall if there's time."

"You always want Mexican food."

"Because Mexican food is good. And spicy food can trigger labor, so it might be a good excuse to eat some closer to..." Liz's voice trailed off into silence as she stared at her phone screen. The glow lit her face from underneath and Emma watched concernedly as the goat's eyes jerked from side-to-side as she read whatever was on it. "...Oh."

"What?" Emma asked, but Liz didn't seem to hear her. She moved one hand up to her mouth and chewed on the tip of her finger, then bit down hard on the coffee-stirrer that had been chewed into a rough 'Z' shape.

"I...Um...okay. Okay." Liz sighed, deeply and wearily, as she dropped her phone back in her pocket and waddled past Emma to the couch. As she carefully lowered herself into the cushions, she leaned back and closed her eyes while running her fingers through her hair. "Okay...I think we'll have to do the movie some other time. Maybe when it's out to rent or...in a dollar-theater or something."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"No, no, nothing bad like that. I just..." She dropped her hand from her forehead to her belly, rubbing it gently as if to calm herself. "Some bills I forgot about just dropped and our insurance didn't fully cover an appointment I had last week at the doctor's so...I mean, Lewis and I are trying to save money for when the baby comes, so I shouldn't be spending too much extra, anyway. Sorry."

"Do you need me to cover you?" Emma asked, pulling out her phone to check her own bank account, but Liz waved a hand in her direction.

"No, don't do that. It's fine, we can see it when it's on Netflix or something."

"Liz, it's just a movie ticket, I can spot you that."

"I_hate_ taking money from people, Em, even if it's an emergency,"Liz said. She sat up and smiled at Emma, but it seemed more forced than usual. "Thanks, though. I appreciate it."

"No, really, I just got paid a couple days ago, it's fine," Emma said as she continued logging into her bank's website.

"I kind of expected to be broke for a little while, it's okay," Liz shrugged. She rubbed the top of her belly and shrugged dejectedly. "It's kind of like a 'tax' for deciding to get pregnant."

"Its not your fault you're out of work, though.You can afford to have a couple fun days in between for yourself."

"I don't think I can," Liz said, sighing as she stared at the wall across from the couch. "Not while I'm not doing anything to pull in money, at lea-" She froze, her mouth half open. Liz blinked and cocked her head to the side, bouncing her leg as she thought about something. With the hand that wasn't glued to her bump, she fiddled with the tuft of hair on the end of her chin that she _insisted_was not a beard.

"What was the later showtime again?" she asked Emma.

"9:20. PM," the cat answered, unsure why she felt the need to add 'PM.'

"Okay. Okay. I..._think_I have an idea." Liz glanced up at Emma and bit her lip before adding, "It's...kinda weird."

"Weird," Emma repeated. She tucked her phone in her pocket before folding her arms. "Weird how?"

"So...Okay, so...Y'know how I used to do those like...story commissions? The ones I told you I didn't want you to read because they're embarrassing?"

"Yes,"Emma nodded. She didn't want to play into a stereotype, but her curiosity of what was exactly Liz wrote about nearly killed her.

"So, it's kinda like that, but...not...stories. It's...I mean, it's cool because it's been a way to make some extra money and..." Liz shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Even weighed down by her heavy pregnancy, she could hardly keep still. "I think I can do something quick to make money for the movie and be done in time for the late showing."

"Oooookaaaayyy," Emma said, drawing out the word. She didn't want to deepen Liz's embarrassment, but it was getting hard to takein what her friend said without some skepticism. "Do you...need me to go?"

"No! I mean, not if you don't want to. You don't need to help but...I mean...it would be...you can."Liz wrung her hands together in her lap and rocked in place on the couch. "Just...please don't judge."

"No judgment," Emma said, shaking her head and making a cutting motion with her hand.

"Okay. Good. Okay. So. Hhmph." Liz slid to the edge of the couch and struggled to stand before Emma hurried and gave her a hand, watching as the goat rocked in placebefore finding her center of gravity. "Follow me. I wanna try and get this done before the early showtime, if possible."

Emma followed Liz from the living room to the dark, center hallway that led to the bedrooms. As Liz flicked on a hall light, the cat winced at the sudden brightness and saw the countless white scuff-marks on the wooden floor, the likely result of Liz and Lewis' hooves.

"Liz, you have to get a carpet in here," Emma sighed, feeling the rough wood beneath her paws and hoping she wouldn't get a splinter. "Between you, a big bull like Lewis, and the baby, the three of you are gonna wear a hole in the floor."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Liz said as she emerged from the bedroom. She carried her laptop, its still-connected charger dangling past her knees, and a largewhite box in her arms, practically balancing them on her belly. "It's on the list. Help me out a sec?"

Emma thought Liz was asking her to help carry something, but as she approached with her arms out, the goat instead shifted them higher in her grip and waddled into the adjacent room. Across the hall from their bedroom, Liz and Lewis had collected all theirgames, DVDs, and electronics into a comfortable, if crowded, 'media room.' A comfortable couch, wide enough to serve as a comfortable bed for any guests, took up one wall opposite the large television mounted on the other. Shelves of movies, most of them Liz's, lined the walls beneath vintage posters hanging above them.

Liz grunted and carefully dumped her arm-load onto the couch, bleating suddenly as she caught her laptop before it fell off the edge. She stood and patted her belly absentmindedly, tapping a hoof against the carpet with soft _thumps_before spotting the cushioned leg-rest nestled against the wall andguided it back toward the couch with her legs. Liz set the laptop on the ottomanand attempted to bend over to turn it on, but grunted uncomfortably when she couldn't reach and sighed before slowly sinking down to her knees before flipping up the lid.

"Could you plug this in?" Liz asked Emma, holding up the pronged end of her laptop's power cable. She took the plug and followed Liz's fingerto a small power-strip under the nearby desk that she slottedit into.

"Cool!" Liz chirped before hitting the power button on her laptop and reaching an arm out to gesture for Emma's help standing. The goat was far heavier than she looked, even before gaining an extra forty pounds or so of baby, but Emma tried not to groan as she pulled Liz upright, then held her shoulders to steady her.

"Whew, thanks. Shit." Liz huffed and caught her breath before snapping her fingers and pointing to her computer. "Okay, I'll be right back. Just keep an eye on that in case it doesn't start up or dies or something."

Without waiting for an answer, Liz hurried from the room as fast as herpregnant body could carry her, vanishing around the corner an instant before the bedroom door slammed shut. Emma rocked awkwardly in place in the middle of her media room, her fingers hooked in her belt loops as she watched to make sure the laptop was doing what it was supposed to. She reminded herself of her promise not to judge whatever it was Liz was about to do, but the white box on the couch made her anxious and she couldn't stop her mind jumping between possibilities, no matter how ridiculous.

Emma waited nearly fifteen minutes for Liz to come out of the bedroombefore going to the door herself and putting her ear against it. She could hear Liz's hooves thumping somewhere behind the door, but couldn't make out anything else. Just as she was about to knock, Emma caught the faint sound of a running sink and a blow dryer.

"You okay in there?" Emma called through the door while rapping it with her knuckle.

"Yeah! Almost done! Hang on!"

Done with what?, Emma thought as she wandered back to the media room and glanced at Liz's sticker-plastered laptop for clues. A moment before she broke down and considered peeking in the white box, the bedroom door across the hall finally swung open.

"Okay...I'm good," Liz sighed as she entered the media room andEmma's eyes widened at the sight of her. She'd changed from her comfortable, frumpy house clothes into a thin, delicate pair of babydolllingerie.They were a light shade of pastel blue that contrasted with her dark red fur and the fabrictrailing down from the bra was transparentand as as fine as butterfly wings. It parted down the middle, where her gravid belly bulged through the openingand the cloth parted on either side of her swell like curtains on a stage. Her fur was freshly brushed, combed, washed, and dried with special attention clearly paid to her stomach.

"What...the fuck?" Emma asked, the first words shefound in her mouth when her brain started working again.

"What?" Liz asked, glancing down at her outfit. She pinched the two corneredges of the fabricstraddling her bumpand flapped them in the air like wings. "I like it."

"It's...yeah, it's cute, but what are you _doing_init?"

"Um...well...You'll see," Liz said, scratching her belly just below where the outfitwas tickling her. "Remember, no judgment."

Emma wanted to respond incredulously, but bit her tongue and kept her thoughts to herself. Liz shuffled past her and Emma watched how the goat's short tail flapped anxiously just above the silk panties that looked practicallypainted on her rear end. Lizsat on the couch, just across from her laptop on the ottoman, and sat forward as far as she could to type on it. Without looking up, she pulled the white box across the couch and fished a small, round object with a long cable out from it.

"What is that?" Emma asked.

"Camera," Liz answered,flatly. She clipped it tothe topof her computer, where it wobbled slightly before she stopped it moving with her fingers. "It's better than the one that's built-in. Plus, I have tape on that one and I don't wanna pull it off."

Lizpluggedthe USB cable on the end of the webcam into a slot on her computer, then reached for the box and pulled out a separate keyboard. Emma watched from a spinning chair across the room, baffled at the sight of her friend so nonchalant while dressed in expensive lingerie Emma didn't even know she owned.

"Liz...No judgement. For real. I promise," Emma said slowly as the goat plugged in the extra keyboard and set it aside. "But what the hell is going on?"

"Just...a second..." Liz chewed on her tongue, the tip poking out from between her lips, as she typed something unseen on her laptop and hit 'Enter' with a hard, unnecessarilydramatic tap.She looked up at Emma and smiled bashfully before taking a moment to glance aside and tie her hair back between her horns. "So...Okay, basically...a few months ago, when I started to really kinda...show," Liz patted her belly filling her lap, "I got the idea to set up sort of a...like, not really a stream but more like a...um..." Words seemed to fail her as Liz furrowed her brow and wound her handsvaguely through the air. "Cam...show..."

"A camshow," Emma repeated. She turned and sat backward in the computer chair, leaning against the back with her head on her arms, her tail trailing off the other end and bobbing a few inches above the carpet. "For people into..."

"All this, basically," Liz said, gesturing to her fertile body.

"And you make money from it?"

"I can!" Liz answered enthusiastically. "I have like a 'donation box' people can put stuff in. Most people are pretty good about tipping."

"You...Are you sure you want me in here?" Emma asked, choosing her words carefully as she pointed toward the front of the house with her thumb. "I mean, are you gonna like...play with yourself on camera or something?"

"No!No, no, no, nothing like that," Liz said, shaking her head hard enough for her floppy ears to hit her in the face.Shifting on the couch, she laughed nervously and wrung her hands together. "I mostly do that stuff...later at night. But this is gonna be a PG-13 stream, I promise."

"Okay..." Emma nodded, slowly. Liz blinked at her, still picking at her fingers.

"You don't...have to stay if you don't want to," Liz said, quietly. "If it makes you uncomfortable or anything."

Emma didn't answer right away, taking a moment to think as she swished her tail behind her and flicked her ears. Her face was blank, unreadable to Liz as she waited for a response. Her heart was pounding so hard that that it was starting to affect the baby and she could feel him turning inside her nearly-bare stomach.After a long silence, the cat smirked, one of her teeth peeking out from her lips,and shrugged.

"Well now you have me curious," she teased while settling down in the chair. "Do what you need to do."

Liz's shoulders relaxed as she let out a breathy laugh, clearly relieved. She sat forward and pulled the ottoman closer to the couch with her legs, then sat up straight and began to comb down stray tufts of hair on her belly, smoothing it with her fingersinto aperfect egg-shape beneath the blue fabric.

"Well, I put out a quick announcement to let my followers knowing I was gonna be doing a quick show," she explained.

"You've got followers?" Emma asked.

"Almost three hundred," Liz said, beaming proudly.

"Impressive.That's a lot of people logging on just to see your bump."

"Lotta people got a fetish, Em," Liz smirked. She turned to the side and typed something with one hand, then re-adjusted the camera, angling it down toward her middle. "Just gotta get framed up right...aaaaaaaand...We're live."

The moment after Liz hit the last enter key, her body language changed drastically. Suddenly, instead of moving with jerky, energetic gestures and fidgeting, she sankback into the couch with a smooth, sultry kind of grace Emma had never seen in her before. Liz gentlytraced her fingers down the curve of her pregnant belly, starting just below her left breast and trailing all the way down the middle of her split lingerie to the line of dark fur below her belly button. She patted her stomach before turning to the side and showing it off in profile to the camera,leaning back to better push her round belly out past the thin fabric that framed it.

Turning slowly in place, Liz spread her legs until her belly touched the inside of her thighs and slid forward toward the camera, nearly leaving the couch. Balanced mostly on her legs, she leaned back and pushed her stomach forward, far enough toward the camera that it protruded over the keyboard. Liz seemed in danger of her bump touching the screen as she held it near the lens and caressed a handdown over her swell.

"Y'know, I don't have the mic on," Liz said, breaking the silence. "I've got music playing on the video, they can't hear anything."

"O-Oh. Cool. I wasn't sure if I needed to be quiet or something," Emma lied. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. She was just speechless.

"Nah, I usually keep the mic off,"Liz said while she continued to massage her hands into her belly for the camera. To Emma, it was like the goat's head had been removed and put back onto someone else's body. "I always thought people talking to much on these things ruined the effect."

"So you've...watched other streams like this?" Emma asked. Liz hesitated before shrugging, making sure her shoulders were out of frame.

"A few. A little for research but...mostly because..." Liz bither tongue and smiled bashfully. "Because."

"So you aren't really just a 'performer,' are you?" Emma asked,raising an eyebrow.

"I mean..." Liz sat back a little from the camera and turned to the side, then playfully walked her fingers across her swollen stomach, starting just above her hip and ending close to her ribs. "I wouldn't really do this if I wasn't enjoying it."

"Clearly," Emma nodded. She used her paws to wheel her computer chair to the side, giving her a better look of Liz's body without being blocked by the computer or the webcam. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Not a bit," Liz answered without looking up from the screen. Shedramatically fanned aside thesheer fabric and cradled her belly in her lap, framing it between one arm on top and one below. Slowly, she turned from one side to the other, like a model showing herself off. "If I'm not used to people watching, I wouldn't be doing stuff on camera."

"I just hope I'm not distracting you." Emmarested her chin on the back of her chair and watched as Liz cupped both her hands beneath her stomach and bounced it slightly, giving a good indication of its weight. "You've got a whole technique, here."

"More or less." Lizleaned far back on the couch and spread her thighs apart, bracing herself upright with one armwhile the other draped itself over her stomach, idly stroking it. "You gottalook relaxed, like you're just sortalounging around, but show off enough for them to see. Every few minutes, it's good to just stop like this and give them a minute to just get a good look in."

"How long have you been doing these...shows?" Emma asked, watching Liz's finger trail down her belly before making a circle around her navel.

"Uhh...Maybe like...definitely a few months," Liz said, glancing aside to think. "Once I started showing and actually had a little tummy to work with. I'd...kinda thought about doing it even before that, actually." She shrugged again and squirmed a little on the couch, giving away some of her body language to the audience. "It's kind of hot being on the other side of the screen for once."

"Does Lewis know about it?" Emma asked cautiously.

"Oh yeah. Totally," Liz nodded.With a grunt, she sat up straight and slid both palms down her bump, then brought her thumbs together in a diamond shape around her bellybutton. "He's watched a couple times, too. Lewis is cool with it as long as I don't show my face, which I agree with. Besides, everything neck-down is the star, right?"

"I'm guessing that baby-daddy gets some private shows every once in a while?" Emma asked, playfully batting her tail.

"Obviously.Sometimes I try stuff out on him, first, before I bring it on the stream."

"How many people are watching?" Emma asked. She rolled a little more to the side in an attempt to get alook at the screen, but couldn't make out anything but a blurry glow on the monitor.

"The viewer count is noooow..." Liz leaned forward and peered at the screen, giving the camera a clear view down her cleavage. "Fifty-three. Oh, fifty-five."

"_Fifty-five_people?" Emma repeated.

"That's nothing," Liz smirked, shaking her head. "That's middle-of-the-day numbers. OnSaturday nights, it can get up to a hundred, easy."She frowned at the screen and reached for the keyboard on the other side of the couch. "Speaking of which, I've been ignoring the chat for a bit..."

"That's a _lot_of fucking people," Emma said, her eyes widening.

"And almost _all_men," Liz responded with a talk-showcheesywink and smile.She sat on the edge of the couch, as close as she could to reach the computer's trackpad without showing her face, and scrolled through the chat log with two fingers. After a moment, she turned to the side and continued petting her stomach to give the camera something to look at.

"That doesn't bother you?" Emma asked.

"Not really. It's not like I'll ever meet 'em and they don't know who _I_am beyond my boobs and bump. They don't even know what species I am." Liz grunted as she sat back and picked up the second keyboard and balanced it atop her stomach while typing on it. "I'm not worried about it. Plus, it's actually not _all_men, believe it or not. I think I've got a couple female regulars."

"You're probably braver than I would be," Emma said. She frowned at the precarious way the keyboard rocked on top of Liz's belly and asked, "Do you want me to hold that or something?"

"No, this is on purpose," Liz grinned. "They love when I do 'belly table' stuff like this." The goat glanced back at the screen and gasped happily as he fingers flew over the keys. "Al-right! Five dollar donation! Cool!"

"Great, you can afford maybe two handfuls of popcorn with that," Emma joked. "What else do they go for?"

"Anything with clothes," Liz answered as she finished her message and set the keyboard aside. "Anytime I show off something that doesn't fit anymore, that's pulled _real_tight over my belly, they love it. I usually have onone of my old shirts that doesn't fit anymore, but I was feeling the belly-curtains today."She slipped her hands beneath the fabric and interlocked her fingersaround her gravid stomach. "This is the standard thing, using my hands to kinda show off the bump like 'Ohh, look at how big I am.'"

Liz paused to think of another answer, but jumped slightly and giggled before stroking the side of her belly.

"Oh, and whenever the little guy wants to get involved. That'salwaysfun." Liz looked up from her stomach at Emma, but frowned at the sour look on the cat's face. "What?"

"I dunno. I don't like that," Emma said. "When it's just _you_they're into, that's one thing, but getting the baby involved is..." She shook her head again and huffed.

"It's not like they're getting off to_the baby," Liz did her best to explain. "It's more like..._adding_to it, sort of. It's easy to think I'm justfat or something, but when the baby moves and they can see a little bump, it's like _proof.They can be like, 'Oh yeah, she's definitely pregnant,' but it's still the belly they're into, not the baby." Liz shrugged again. "That's how I see it, so it doesn't bug me."

"_Hm._I mean...I guess," Emma said, mentally chewing on the idea. "If you aren't bothered by it..."

"I think by this point, I know my audience," Liz smirked. She took a moment to re-adjust the camera before sliding against the back of the couch andcrossing her legs, letting the weight of her heavy belly settle into her thighs. Liz pulled the loose fabric tight around her bump before tucking it underneath and holding it in place with her legs, thenpatted it rhythmically with her fingers, possibly drumming along with the music Emma couldn't hear.

"Ten bucks!" Liz suddenly exclaimed as she waved to the camera. "That's fifteen, at least enough for a ticket. You want me to wrap this up?"

"It's not even six yet," Emma said. "Keep it up, see how much you can milk out of this."

"Hehehe, 'milk.'" Liz chuckled at Emma's accidental pun before reaching up and bouncing one of her breasts on camera. "I'm gonna make bank once I start leaking. That's a whole new market to work with." She squinted at the screen before picking up the keyboard and typing again. "Thedonationcame with a request."

"Uh oh."

"No, no, he just wants to see me standing." Liz scooted forward until her legs were on the floor again and re-adjusted the bendable neck of the webcam.Bracing her hands beside her on the couch, she let out a groan no one but Emma could hear as she stood and rocked to her hooves. Squatting slightly, Liz tilt the camera back, careful to angle it up to show off her body, but still keep her head off camera.

"...What's the website you're streaming on?" Emma asked as an idea popped into her mind.

"ClipYourself,"Liz said as she posed for the camera by pinning her hands on her hips and turning to the side. "ClipYourself.com."

"What's your username?" Emma fished her cell phone out of her pocket and began connectingto the house's wireless network.

"O __o_ ohhh_, okay, okay," Liz teased as she grinned devilishly at her friend. "I'm...uhhhh...look for 'Bumptastic.' One word."

"Oh my God," Emma sighed, rolling her eyes. Nevertheless, she searched the name on the site and found alive stream marked with a very familiar thumbnail depicting an upward shot of Liz's pregnant belly in the room the two of them were currently in. She joined the room and waited for the video to buffer and catch up with the live feed from Liz's computer.

"Uh oh, viewer number fifty-nine," Liz said from across the room. "Is that you?"

"I think so," Emma said. The video loaded into a pixelated view of Liz and the couch just a few feet away and she turned her phone to the side to see better.

"You can watch without an account, you just can't comment," the goat explained casually as she turned to the side and ran a hand over her belly. Emma watched her do this in person, then glanced down and watched it againher phone screen. After a slight delay, the Liz on her phone made the same motion, butthe angle meant she couldbettersee her friend'shand stroking he heavier bottom of her teardrop-shaped belly. The line of dark furtrailing down from her navel was easier to see on the stream and formed an oddly pleasing illustration to the shape of her plumpmidsection. Without her head or face in view, Lizwas nearly unrecognizable from the changes pregnancy had broughtto her body, but it was that detachment that made her seem so much more appealingly curvy,healthy, and clearly fertile.Pregnancy had certainly been kind to her.

"Sometimes I have issues coming up with, like, different poses and stuff like that," Liz said. From the screen, Emma watched as her friend hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled on the elastic, as if teasing she were going to take them off. She heard Liz giggle across the room before she movedher hands back on her stomach and began drawing a circle around her bellybutton. "A lot of times I can just roll with it, but it gets hard to come up with ways to sort of show myself off, y'know?"

She grunted and rubbed her lower back uncomfortably, using the opportunity to turn to the side for the camera. Liz sighed wearily before using both hands to heft the weight of her belly off her hips, just for a moment, before letting go and letting her ripe body jiggle pleasingly for the audience.

"Ithink Ilike it more withthe mic off," Liz said, filling the silence with one-sided conversation as Emma watched her friend'sbody on the screen as if it were a different woman altogether. "I stopped trying to make the 'sexy conversation' work because I just feltstupid doing it. Some girls can make it work, but I can't."

"I think you make it work without it," Emma said, trying to keep her voice as calm and disinterested as it was before she turned on the stream herself. "I'm kind of impressed, actually. I've never seen you this comfortable with your body. I always thought you kind of hated it."

"I used to. But now...how_could_ I hate my body?" Liz smileddown at her swollen middle with glowing pride before wrapping her arms around it. "It made my baby."

The goat mother-to-be fell silent and simply rocked in place with her arms crossed over her bump and her eyes closed. If it weren't for the slight smile on Liz's face, Emma would've thought she'd fallen asleep on her hooves. A second later, the smile turned into a grimace as she let out an uncomfortable grunt and rubbed her back again.

"Fuck...Okay, no more standing." Liz leaned over and tilted the camera back down before flopping heavily back onto the couch. As shebalanced the spare keyboard on her belly to type, Emma turned her phone upright and scrolled down to the stream's chat area. Dozens of comments were being posted every few minutes, making it hard for Emma to keep up with all of them. A moment after Liz stopped typing, a message with red text appeared in the chat by 'Bumptastic.'

-Bumptastic: Sorry guys, it's getting harder for me to stand up for too long lol

Emmaraised an eyebrow, noting that Liz almost never used abbreviations like 'lol' in messages to her. Before she could ask about it, though, a flood of responses followed Liz's message, pushing it up the page and out of sight.

-Maxx45: lol I bet so youre looking heavy

- Kingpin08:gorgeous belly!!!

- HarryN:take your time, beautiful

-NailNed: getting bigger every day!

• dead_meat: pregnant goddess

"Do the comments do anything for you?" Emma asked, looking up from the screen as Liz began propping herself up with a throw pillow.

"Eh," she shrugged. "They aren't always as creepy as you'd think, but they can be. If I really need a self esteem boost, I read through 'em sometimes, but they still come on kinda strong."

With the pillow easing the strain on her back, Liz sighed comfortably, the deep breath she took pushing her belly out slightly past the curtains of fabric. She pulled them out of the way and let her bare stomach settle in her lap, stroking the furry dome comfortably while kneading her fingers into the sides of it.

"I think I might wrap this up soon," Liz said to Emma, who had gone back to watching the stream. She sat slightly to the side, her middle centered a little to the right in the frame, which gave the cam show an almost cinematic feel to it (clearly owing to Liz's film school background). "I probably have enough for the movie, by now."

"You don't need to stop," Emma said, her eyes glued to the screen. "Might as well try to make a little extra."

"Eeehhhhh..." Liz frowned thoughtfully and scratched her bump. "Maybe if I get another offer in the next few minutes. We'll see." She jumped slightly and smiled down at her stomach. "There he goes again..."

On screen, Emma watched a distinct lump push out from inside Liz's belly, making her hair stand up as the baby made himself known from in the womb. As he kicked again, lower down her belly, Liz's pointed to the spot with her finger and followed it down.

"Is it showing on stream? Can you see that?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," Emma nodded. She contemplated checking to see what the chat was saying, but decided against it.

"He's such a show-off," Liz laughed. She poked a finger into where her baby's hoof had been and Emma watched it sink into the goat's plush layer of baby fat. "Oh, okay, did you see that movie We Were Monsters that came out a few years ago?"

"I don't think so," Emma said without looking up from her phone. Watching Liz's belly shake slightly as she talked had a strangely hypnotic element to it.

"I didn't get a wide release, I don't think. It was one of those sort of artsy sorta-horror movies that has like a horror movie plot but is more character study than actually scary. Y'know what I mean?"

"Yeah," Emma answered, flatly. She scrolled back down to the chat again and watched the messages continue to chime in.

• KinkGuy85: absolutely stunning baby bump

• MarcoXL: she looks ready to drop

-_BrunoVenus: _amazing birthing hips

"So the movie wasn't all that good, to be honest. I didn't like it that much, but it had Jessamine Lee as the main villain and she was fucking amazing," Liz continued as the rest of her continued to absentmindedly poke at her squirming baby belly and entertain the audience on her stream. "Like, easily the best part of the whole goddamn movie. And now she's starring in The Calling, which is half the reason I wanna see the movie in the first place. I'd watch Jessamine Lee read the fucking phone book if she's even half as good in this as she was in We Were Monsters."

Liz paused to stretch, throwing her arms over her head in a wide V-shape while, on the stream, her belly stretched with her torso, her breasts similarly shifting before bouncing slightly atop her stomach. Emma whipped her tail and felt her face getting hot.

"H-Hey Liz," Emma said, her voice light in the back of her throat before she cleared it and spoke again. "Hey Liz, does doing these streams ever...get you going?"

"Depends," the goat said, stroking her belly with one hand like a prized pet. "The 'late night' streams do, totally. I try to do those only when Lewis is here so I can blow off steam, afterward."

"But what about ones like this?"

"The PG-13 stuff?" Liz scratched her tummy and Emma watched it shift from the baby still squirming beneath her hand. "When I first started, yeah, but not as much." She smirked before holding her belly with both hands and jiggling it for the camera. "It's still fun, though."

"You...You do look like you're enjoying yourself..." Emma turned her attention back to the stream and scrolled through more comments.

• PercyMack: I wish I could've been the one to do that to her

-_Vashy: _God-tier baby bump

-_Limesauce: _is she talking to someone?

-_BreederJesus: _imagine if she had twins

"Em, should we go?" Liz asked from the couch. "How far is the theater from here?"

"There shouldn't be any traffic, there's time," Emma answered. Liz frowned and cocked her head to the side.

"Guess I'm putting on a hell of a show, huh?"

"Wh-Uh-" Emma glanced up from her phone and met eyes Liz, her eyebrow raised. "S-Sorry, got distracted by the comments."

"_Sure_you did," Liz said with a smug grin while patting her belly. With a grunt, she sat forward until her hooves were back on the floor. "I think I'm gonna wrap this up and get dressed into something I can actually wear out in-"

Liz paused mid-sentence, her mouth open, as she stared at the screen. Instead of standing, she leaned over for the keyboard and began typing.

"What?" Emma scrolled down the chat, but couldn't find what Liz was reacting to.

"Private message. Hang on." Liz's eyes flitted rapidly as she read something on screen, then sat bolt upright with her eyes widened. "Oh."

"What?" Emma asked again, leaning forward in the chair far enough for her paws to lift off the ground. Liz glanced up at her as if she'd forgotten Emma was there, then immediately glanced away with a bashful smile, her short tail flapping behind her as fast as a helicopter propeller.

"Someone on stream is offering me fifty bucks for me to take my top off," Liz said, laughing again breathlessly.

"Ohhhhhh," Emma breathed. "You wanna do it?"

"I...uh...I do," Liz said, pausing to swallow. "But I said I was gonna keep this stream pretty clean..." She glanced up at Emma, who quickly understood the issue.

"Do you...want me to go?" Emma asked.

"Do you...want to?" Liz asked in return.

The two stared without a word, trying to silently gauge the reaction of one another. Liz picked at the strap of her lingerie absentmindedly while, just below, the baby in her belly continued to visibly shift inside her, as if entertaining the stream in his mother's absence.

"...Well, if it doesn't bother you..." Emma answered, finally. "I've watched this far, so I...might as well stay."

"O-okay," Liz nodded, smiling bashfully. "I mean, you've seen them before, so it's not like...brand-new or anything." She was referring to their short relationship after college, which was practically ancient history by that point.

"Right. I'm mostly just curious." Emma gestured with her phone. "I just hope that guy pays up."

"He will. He's a regular." Liz took a moment to catch her breath, then turned the camera on the laptop just slightly up and readjusted herself into frame. She took another moment to smooth down her belly fur again, clearly stalling for time, before finally reaching behind her back for the tiny clip below her shoulder blades.

Emma watched as the bra, that a moment before was pulled tight around Liz's chest, loosened with a soft click of plastic, then tossed it aside, along with the see-through fabric trailing from it. The goat's pregnancy-enhanced breasts spilled out of her top the moment she pulled it away. It was true that Emma had seen them before, but never quite like this.Impending motherhood hadn't just swollen Liz's middle, but her breasts had benefited as well. They hung heavy and full off her chest, but were even more round and shapely than she remembered. Her nippleswere as dark as baking chocolate and stood firm in two little points at the end of the plump bulbs.The fur around them was sleek, healthy, and shined in the light like polished copper. Theywere swollen and heavy with milk that had yet to flow and sagged low enough to perch atop Liz'sbloomingbelly. Without the brato hold them in place, theyparted freely on her chest.

"_Heheheheh..._welp. Uh..." Liz snickered nervously, her full breasts trembling with the slightest movement. Glancing down, she slipped a hand underneath on and lightly bounced it in her palm. "Here they are..."

"...Shit," Emma said before her brain could start working again. "...Shit."

"Use your words, Em," Liz teased as she glanced back to the laptop screen. She kneaded her breasts like dough in her hands and they were soft enough that some of the flesh spilled through her fingers. "They kinda blew up a few weeks ago. I'm not leaking yet, but it looks like I'm about to start.This baby better come out fucking starving, I swear to God."

Liz pulled her hand away and pinched one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, letting out an uncomfortable grunt.

"Ow. Fuck. Okay, can't do that anymore..."

Emma pulled her eyes away from Liz's chest long enough to look back down at her phone. While her friend rubbed at her sensitive nipples and grumbled, the stream chat had erupted into a frenzy of comments and messages, some flying by so fast she didn't have time to read them.

-Genji21:holy shit, those udders

-_Vashy: _at least the baby won't go hungry

-_NightMare: _YES!!!!!!!1

-_HarryN:_they've grown beautifully

-_Nnoughty: _they look ready to blow!

"Jesus, the chat's having a fit," Lizchuckledas she massaged her breasts. Without the lingerie to separate her chest from her belly, the goat lookedmore naturally maternalthan before, her pregnancy swollen body spilling out in any direction it pleased.

"Fifty bucks, though," Liz continued with a nervous chuckle. "Twenty-five a titty. Gladthe girls can still bring in the Benjamins." She paused and frowned. "Wait, that's hundreds...Jacksons? Who the fuck is on the fifty dollar bill?"

Emma didn't answer. She could almostfeel her heart pounding in her ears and realized she'd been rocking forward against the back of the computer chair for the last ten minutes. Her tail whipped behind her uncontrollably, batting from side to side like an angry snake, and she found herself staring at Liz while digging her nails into the armrest.

"Alright, that's probably enough for the movie _and_something decent to eat," Liz said. "Thanks for putting up with...Em?" She paused with her mouth half-open and stared back at the cat. The way her exposed breasts quivered slightly gave away her pounding heartbeat. "You...okay?"

"Yeah...Yeah. I'm okay. I'm just...thin...king..." When she stopped talking, she heard the faint purring coming from her own throat. "What kind of things to you usually get donations for?"

"Umm...usually, like, requests or...extra stuff..." Liz shifted on the couch and rubbed her thighs together. "Why?"

"I was thinking...that...maybe...you could get a some more money..." Emma spoke slowly, feeling out every word before she said it. "If...someone else...joined in."

Liz froze as her breath caught in her throat. She took in a deep breath and chewed on her tongue as she worriedly rubbed her belly again.

"I mean...if _Lewis_ever wanted to get involved," Emma quickly added to test the waters, "you might end up with a lot more viewers."

"I don't think he's interested in being on camera," Liz said as she looked down at her lap. "But...I don't think he'd mind if...someone else took his place..." She met Emma's eyes again with a hungrysmirk and huffed breathlessly.

The cat paused only for a moment before slipping gracefully out of the chair and pushing it aside with her paw. As she peeled off her shirt, Liz slid back on the couch to make room, turning to the side to watch whileher fingers drummedimpatiently atop her belly.

"Don't forget we have an audience," Liz said as Emma tossed her shirt aside and slipped out of her bra far more easily.

"I won't," she said as she picked up her phone andshe carried it with her to the couch.

Emma practically fell on top of Liz, who made a muffled sound ofsurprise as their lips met.The cat tucked her legs in off the floor and pushed the pregnant goat flat on her back, layinglong-ways across the couchwith Emma on top and Liz beneath her. She could feel her friend's round belly pushing into her own flat stomach beneath her and made sure not to put too much weight on it. Her right arm was braced against the cushions next to Liz's head, her cell phone still pinned beneath it, and she held herself up with it while losing herself between her friend's lips.

Withoutbreakingaway from their kiss, Liz pulled her legs higher up the couch and tried to reach down for Emma's pants, but couldn't reach with her gravid belly preventing her from bending over. Emma understood the intent and pulledawayto catch her breath andwiggle out of her jeans.Liz lay flat on her back, looking full and helpless and enticing with her round belly pinning her down, and panted breathlessly as she watched Emma fully strip down to her fur. The cat stroked the crest of Liz's dome of a stomach as she put her phone down and slowly peeled away the slick, blue panties the goat still wore,feeling the humid warmth between her thighs against her hand.

"I tried to trim a little down there," Liz stammered quickly. "J-Just so the underwear would...I don't know how it looks, I can't really even see past my-" She stopped and hissed through her teeth as Emma sunk two fingers into her sex, the warm fur around it parting to reveal the wet flesh below.

"I remember where it is,"Emma said as she worked her middle and ring fingers deep into Liz's pussy, her thumb braced against the underside of the goat's belly. Liz squeezed her soft thighs together around Emma's arm, accidentally pinning it in place, while she chewed on the tip of her finger and sighed, deeply.

"Is my face in the frame?" she asked, sitting up slightly on her elbows to look. Emma glanced at the laptop and found the larger duplicate of the stream she'd been watching on her phone.Liz's face was still off camera, with the mountainous swells of her belly breasts and belly rising into the center of the frame. Emma could see her own arm still buried between her friend's legs and a little of her torso, but not much of her was visible.

"No, you're fine," Emma said. Shesat against the back of the couch with her hand still nestled inside Liz, and began to work her fingers in and out, slowly at first, circling the clit with her thumb. The expecting mother squirmed on her back, squeezing her thighs tighter around Emma's forearm (which might have hurt if Liz's thighs weren't so soft) while kneading her palms into her breasts. Emma rested her free hand on Liz's belly and petted it, playing with the red hair between her fingers that pregnancy had made so smooth and healthy. She could feel the faint stirrings of Lewis' baby beneath her palm and wonderedhow it felt to Liz whencombined with the fingers working her sex.

EmmacaressedLiz's bulging stomach the same way she had for the camera,sliding her palm across the firm dome as if showing off the size of it. Glancing up at the laptop, she watched her disembodied arms pleasure her headless friend, streamed for the anonymous audience in a small window only a little larger than her cell phone. Thechatbox beside it, while already active before, was dancing in a flurry of new messages, almost two or three a second. The cat smiled devilishlyand flicked her tail. With the viewer count nearing two-hundred, it was time to give them more of a show.

Emma bent her fingers upinside Liz's warm pussyand searched for her g-spot. It didn't take long for her to find the little lump; it was the one thing on Liz'sbody pregnancyhadn't altered.She watched the screen as Liz trembled and arced her back, pushing her belly high into the air until it was cut off by the top edge of the frame. What before had just been breathless panting and the occasional groan coming from the goat's mouth became a sharp moan of pleasure, high-pitched and throaty.

"I wish they'd been able to hear that," Emma teased as she gently pinched the button of Liz's navel.

"Fuh-F-Fuck..."Liz breathed as she flopped her head back on the cushion. "I just...It's...it's really sensitive down there...right now..."

"You're probably sensitive all over," Emma said, poking the underside of her friend's bump.

"Little bit," Liz chuckled. She clutched the sides of her stomach, thumbs just barely touching Emma's hand. "He's gonna bebouncing off the walls in there, soon.Did'ja know that a baby can get riled up and excited if the mother's heartbeat gets higher?"

Insteadof responding with words, Emma flicked her thumb across Liz's clit and made her breath catch in her throat.

"Then I'll give _both_of you a goodworkout."

She withdrew her hands from Liz's pussy, who shuddered at the sensation, and climbed on top of her again, trailing her wet fingers from the underside of the goat's belly all the way up to one of herdark-brown nipples. They'd grown from the last time she'd seen them and were nearly the size of silver-dollars.Liz shifted to the side and let Emma fall between her and the back of the couch so she wouldn't but too much weight on her bump, leaving the cat cradling the goat's left side and at perfect eye-level to her other breast. Emma took advantage of the situation and latched onto the sensitive nipple already just an inch away from her face, listening to Liz gasp and moan above her.

Emma also took advantage of Liz's distraction to reach for her phone, still lying next to her friend's head. In an impressive feat of multitasking, she continued to suckle Liz's nipple in her mouth and stroke her belly with one hand while scrolling through the stream chat in her other.

-MaxMcMuscles: HOLY SHIT!! where did SHE come from

-_Dickdoofus: _well, guess i'm gonna be late for work

-_MrPButtCameo: _what is this, a special guest star episode?

• JayJayGaybrams: guess I need a new keyboard...

- Manicmike: kitty likes milk lol

The thought of an audience watching her made an excited chill run up Emma's spine. She dropped her phone back to the cushions and sat up higher with Liz's stiff teat still in her mouth, circling the nipple with her tongue. She wrapped her legs around one of Liz's thighs and began to work her knee gently into into the goat's sex. It wasn't graceful or even very effective, but it was at least a little extra stimulation to somewhere Emma's hands couldn't reach.

"L-Leave some for the baby, Em," Liz gasped as Emma felt her friend's hand stroke the back of her neck. "Goddamn."

The cat let go to catch her breath and met eyes with Liz. She smirked and licked her lips, whipping her tail against the back of the couch with a whump sound.

"Slide back," she commanded, nudging Liz by the hips to guide her. The pregnant goat slid a few feet back until her head was against the couch's armrest. Emma pushed apart Liz's thighs, making one of her hooves fall to the floor and giving the camera a clear view between her legs. She made sure that Liz's belly was still mostly in shot, since she assumed that was what most of the audience was there for in the first place.

Emma climbed onto her hands and knees between Liz's legs, her tail raised high in the air, and leaned forward to affectionately kiss the underside of the goat's baby bump. Liz's fur was warm and smelled like a faint combination of faint shampoo and a slightly-dusty blanket warmed by the afternoon sun.

"...Are you smelling me?" Liz asked.

"No," Emma quickly answered before following the curve of Liz's belly down, spreading her plush thighs apart, and taking a deep breath before diving between her legs.

Liz jerked suddenly at the stimulation to her pussy and gasped before her voice melted into a deep groan, her body relaxing and opening up underneath Emma's tongue. The cat used her fingers to better part Liz's lips before moving her hand back up to her belly as if to hold it in place. When Emma felt a slick wetness between her own thighs, she used reached back with her other hand and tucked it between her legs for her own pleasure.

Just as her head began to swim in the ecstasy, Emma was snapped out of it by laughter from Liz. She pulled away and wiped her mouth on the back of her arm before peeking over the goat's belly.

"What?"

"All I can see are your ears," Liz giggled as she patted her stomach.

The cat paused, inadvertently touching a finger to one of her ears, then rolled her eyes and buried her face back into Liz's cunt to keep her quiet.

It only took a few seconds for the two of them to get into a rhythm. Liz braced her hands against the couch for leverage as she rocked her hips into Emma's mouth, pushing her tongue deeper and deeper into her wet folds. In time with this, Emma herself rocked her hips back into her hand, spearing her fingers deep into her own pussy while pleasuring Liz's. Her other hand was still braced against the goat's belly, which she could feel bouncing and swaying with each rock of Liz's hips. Every once in a while, a heavy lurch or a strong kick from the baby inside made the two of them jump, but not long enough to stop.

Emma pulled away for a moment to catch her breath and glanced at the computer from under Liz's knee. There was a donation counter on the bottom of the screen that wasn't there on the regular stream. It had been steadily counting up and up and up for the past ten minutes, nearing two-hundred dollars and still rising by the second. As she sat up, Liz quickly snaked her arm around her belly and began pleasing herself in Emma's place, rubbing two fingers around her clit while moaning in the back of her throat.

The cat glanced at Liz's face, her eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure, then looked over at the stream. With a sly smile, she slowly climbed over the goat's leg and reached for the laptop's trackpad, then quietly turned the camera's microphone back on.

Emma pulled Liz's hand away from her own pussy and stuck her tongue back between her legs, but not before planting the goat's hand on the back of her head. Liz got the idea and held onto Emma's scalp, bobbing her face in and out of her cunt like a basketball while her breathy moans got louder and louder the closer she edged to climax. Emma could feel the warmth building between her own legs as her fingers began to finish the job. She felt, rather than heard, similar sounds coming from her own throat as they were muffled into the goat's pussy. She could feel Liz's belly bouncing against the top of her head as they rocked into one another in tandem.

Suddenly, Liz's breath caught in her throat as the wet flesh beneath Emma's tongue began to twitch. A high squeak left her throat before it plunged into a deep cry of pleasure that fell out of her like a waterfall, filling the room with the song of her orgasm. Without the worry of the camera's microphone or anyone else in the house, Liz let her voice cry out as loud as she wanted and Emma could even hear it echoing down the hall.

Just after Liz hit her climax, Emma felt her own cunt tighten around her fingers as a pulsing wave of sexual euphoria washed through her body. She scraped her fingers over Liz's belly and tightened her hand into a fist before pulling herself from between her friend's thighs. Emma rested her head on the bump and clenched her teeth as she came, her hand clenched between her thighs as she watched herself orgasm on the screen across from her. As she came down into the afterglow, Emma stared into her half-lidded eyes, her head propped up against the hill of her friend's swollen middle, and winked to the camera.

Liz shifted above her, sitting up far enough for Emma's head to fall, and yanked the webcam's plug out of the computer, killing the stream. She dropped it, letting the cable dangle off the edge of the ottoman, and flopped back down to the couch.

"Holy shit," she panted, lazily throwing an arm across her chest. "I think that's...that's all I can manage for today..."

"Guess they got more of a show than they expected," Emma smiled.

"Next time Lewis gets me pregnant," Liz said with an uncomfortable grunt in between, "let's do this again while I'm smaller."

"Will there be a next time?"

"God, I hope so..." Liz sighed as she rubbed her bump. She slid away from Emma, leaving a small trail of her own fluids on the couch, and reached for her laptop. "Alright, what's the damage?" She froze at the sight of the number at the bottom of the screen, her eyes widening. "Jesus Christ!"

"Maybe I should come over more often when you need some extra pocket money," Emma smirked as she sat up and combed back her hair with her fingers.

"Most of this is probably gonna go toward diapers, but I might as well buy you dinner and a movie after you fuck me," Liz smiled as she set the laptop aside. "I hope my fat-ass bump didn't get in the way too much."

"I think that's the appeal of fucking Pregnant Liz in the first place," Emma smiled. She glanced at the screen and added, "I can see why you make money. You put on a good show."

"Nine months of practice," Liz said proudly before adding, "Well, more like three or four."

Both of them jumped at a ping sound coming from the laptop. In the bottom of the chat window, a separate box had appeared with a line of text in it.

"Private message," Liz explained as she pulled the laptop closer.

"Another request?" Emma asked. The user name was from someone named 'LewdLewie.'

"No, that's...Lewis." Liz bit her lip and picked up the laptop to read through the message, then sighed in relief and rolled her eyes. "He says he wants us to wait for him to get home, next time."

"Isn't he at work?"

"Yes," Liz said flatly with a smirk. She put the laptop down on the couch between them and stood. Liz stretched, throwing her arms behind her head and pushing her belly out as she arced her back. "If we still wanna do the movie, I need a shower. And a snack."

"You go first," Emma said, motioning away toward the hall.

"I'll try to be quick," Liz said, cradling her belly, "but I've got more to wash than you."

"Take your time."

Liz nodded and waddled naked out of the room, her hands on her bump and her short tail flapping happily.

After the goat left and Emma heard the bedroom door shut, she pulled the laptop into her lap, signed out of Liz's account, and began signing herself up for one of her own.