Ivana and Cresida

The mall had seen better days. It was a rather old fashioned mall housing a number of privately owned businesses. It didn't see the number of customers it had in previous years and this had led to a number of businesses closing up shop or seeking business arrangements elsewhere.

Most of the stores could only be discovered by word of mouth or by stumbling upon them purely by accident or circumstance.

This arrangement suited one young woman in particular rather well. Not one for doing things the easy way, Cresida was a woman that preferred what she called a “lazy challenge.” To her, business was so much more than making a profit. Though profits were very welcome, higher up on her priority list was fun. Well, that and minimal effort.

“God, I need a drink,” Cresida said out loud to herself in the privacy of the back office of her shop. She had a cigarette casually in her mouth, unlit. After all, she had discarded both vices months ago. She shifted the naked butt of the cigarette around with her tongue and teeth until it was on the opposite side of her mouth. She clicked her tongue and flicked the cigarette out into the trash receptacle at her desk and eyed the slim black dress held up before her. She held the dress by the straps and eyed it critically.

Would it even fit? She pondered to herself and let out a sigh. Only one way to find out.

Naked except for a pair of gold necklaces, Cresida tossed the dress up a bit and grabbed it by the waist, she secured her footing and dipped slightly, feeling one naked full breast shift uncomfortably upon her gravid tummy. She'd been pregnant for how many months now? She grimaced as she tried to recall the number the doctor had thrown her way on her last visit.

She had thought about being a doctor. Professional, paid well, got to tell people what she thought about them. That would have been good. But the studying and the exams and the BS... Yeah, it wasn't worth the road she'd have to travel. Besides, have you ever seen a pregnant doctor?

Cresida grimaced again as she slipped the dress over her head of red hair, the tight garment already closed around her shoulders as she stared, disgruntled at the black abyss of its fabric. Does that mean this pregnancy was planned. Well... in a way, she supposed.

Thinking about it, the night it had happened, oh yes, she remembered. Young chap, attempt at toning his body. Good blood flow, healthy muscles. Maybe he wasn't prince charming or Hercules, but he had been very... thorough.

Of course he was. She was bloomin' 9 months pregnant, for crying out loud! Well... give a month or two. How long was a pregnancy? Something like 40 weeks, wasn't it? Hell, how many paychecks was that.

Great, recalling how she had gotten pregnant made her think about sex. God, her libido was inexcusable lately. “Fuck, I could use a tumble.” Cresida could feel her insides shift from their casual operation to 'I should stick something down there, shouldn't I?' and that gave her significant pause in her half dressed state.

“Nope, working. On the clock. Got the... thing with the thing, right?” Cresida pulled her dress down over her breasts. The hemline was intended to close around her thighs, not her breasts and as they put pressure on her mams she began to seriously question whoever it was that designed these infernal dresses.

“Not a pregnant lass, that's for sure.” Cresida spoke into what should be the fabric around her middle. Speaking of middle, she was having some trouble getting the fabric to climb over her belly. She was glad she wasn't another week pregnant or two, this flippin' dress wouldn't fit.

She tugged on the fabric, accidentally pinching a nipple. “Ow.” She said out loud as if she had just whacked a knuckle off a cupboard. The added sensitivity wasn't news to her. She knew how sensitive particular parts were and she had adjusted. Somewhat.

The dress found itself over her belly and light flooded in from the neck and arm holes. One benefit to this sleeveless dress, when it got stuck on your head, at least it let the light in.

She felt rather ridiculous, wearing a dress, but completely exposed below the waist, what's more, even though technically her chest was covered, it still felt naked inside here. What was the deal with that?

Her ass, significant in scope and she knew it. Hell, it had been... pleasantly plump, since before she got knocked up, so it wasn't news to her. But what was news was how much her body seemed to... hold itself there during this pregnancy. She felt a whole lot less flexible and sleek...

“Here I am! Naked ass for all the world to see!” She called from the constraints of her dress in suspended humor.

She let out a groaning sigh and forced her arms up and through the arm holes, having to bend them above her head first. She couldn't lie, she felt like a pregnant woman wearing a sausage casing just now.

“There!” She smiled genuinely as she popped her head up through the neck of the dress and got to work adjusting the dress to fit her properly. Her necklaces jingled together upon her creamy bosom. It was a nutty kind of cream, she reckoned. Like almond butter.

“Oh god!” Cresida said, exasperated. She was thinking about food again. Seriously, food was good, but cravings were bad. Once she started thinking about some kind of food, it never seemed to stop. Peanut butter and cucumber. A peanut butter slathered cucumber. Fuck it, sex.

Cresida allowed her shoulders to droop somewhat. It was a vicious circle, pregnancy.

She adjusted her dress, making sure it covered everything properly. She pulled at a stubborn crinkled around her crotch and touched another sensitive bit. Whoa! Had she forgotten to put on underwear?

She looked around her office. Had she even remembered to bring underwear to work with her this morning?

She was used to going commando, but usually she was wearing pants. The fancy dress was a bit unplanned. Okay, so it was about as planned as her pregnancy. She was pretty sure she hadn't worn any underwear that day either. 'Course, she didn't exactly need it in flagrante.

Great, she was thinking about sex again. And! She wasn't wearing any underwear.

She eyed the bottle upon her desk. So untouched it had a thin layer of dust upon it. A few handprints though. She had picked it up and held it and moved it a few times over the months. But her iron will was that! Iron.

She smoothed out her dress and made sure her hair was still looking good. A filing cabinet in the corner gave her a peek at her reflection. The dress might not have been practical, but damn did it ever look good on her.

She turned sideways and sighed at the sight of her ass. Had forgotten how big that was, actually. She quickly looked away and headed out the door.

The hair salon parlor was significantly better lit than her back office. After all, the back office was meant to be the back office and should she want peace, quiet, privacy or comfortable lighting, that was where she could be found.

She put her shoes on. “Bit fancier than my usual footwear.” She stopped herself, what was she saying? All her footwear was fancy. She was a girl after all. Practical. That was it. Comfortable footwear. No six inch heels or pumps. Nooo, something with a little arch support. After all, happy feet... happy... everything else.

She rubbed at her belly. Three kids was no picnic. Eating for four? Good god, that was why her ass was so big. She sighed disparagingly. Actually, perhaps that was all genetics. Her ass wasn't exactly 'quaint' to begin with.

She drummed her fingers on the smooth surface of her reception desk and eyed the barber chairs across the floor. No customers. Again. Oh well, sometimes she was busier than she wanted to be.

If her next appointment didn't show up, she could leave early. She was the boss after all. Cresida's Cuts. It was witty, it had pizzazz! She thought it was funny. Maybe she should change the name to Cresida's Hair Salon and be done with it. Maybe take an advert out in the paper. Or build a website! ...Could she do that?

“What? A myspace page? Get a twitter account? Tweet about it? Come to Cresida's, maybe see some ass!” Cresida flourished her out loud statement with a wiggle of her fingers.

“Good god, I'm so bored! I could use a drink! And some kind of vegetable!”

...Pregnancy hadn't been good to Cresida. Or maybe it had and work hadn't. She couldn't tell. Leaning on the countertop of her reception desk, she could feel her ass straining against the fabric of her desk. She stood up slightly, aware of how much it had been sticking out. It didn't stick out any less.

The bell above the door jingled, signifying that her appointment had in fact shown up.

Cresida looked up, her two necklaces jingling where they perched above her breasts, the breeze from the door opening and closing hit her exposed cleavage and the resulting chill sent a tremor to her sensitive nipples as they pressed against the black fabric of her slip-on dress.

“Hi, Cresida.” Her last appointment greeted her with a hesitant wave.

The beautiful barber smirked, she'd recognize this girl anywhere. “Hello, Iva, dearie. I'd recognize those knockers anywhere.”

Ivana Zento immediately shot the barber a deadpan look.

“Relax, sweet thing. I'm only joking.” Cresida apologized by crossing her arms in front of her own chest and pushing them up slightly in a defensive display of mutual boobdom.

“Cresida! It's been too long.” Ivana greeted her friend by leaning across the reception desk and offering the barber a hug. The two women had to compensate somewhat for their busts, but they managed to get most of a hug in. “Wow, you look good.”

“I'm heading out to the club after. Would you like to join me?” Cresida said with a mischievous glimmer in her eye and a tilt of her head.

Ivana recalled the last time she had gone out clubbing with Cresida. She was 5 weeks pregnant with Natasha at the time. “Every time we go out clubbing, you're introducing me to some guy. Once, you introduced me to two!” Ivana put up two fingers for emphasis.

“Just spreading the love, sweet thing.” Cresida put a hand on her hip and grinned at her friend.

Ivana did a bit of mental backpedalling, “Besides, weren't you clubbing with some guy? I thought you two were pretty serious.”

Cresida took a step back and gestured to her swollen baby bump. “Nah. One time thing, love.” Cresida chuckled.

“Is that so...” Ivana spoke slowly, taking in her clubbing friend's pregnant form. Cresida was the woman that always talked her into going to the clubs in the first place. And she knew from experience that Cresida was no stranger to the company of men and never the same one twice. She felt a little sorry for Cresida, despite the redhead's cheery expression. Raising a child alone, Ivana was becoming all too familiar to what would be Cresida's future.

She wondered what Cresida's view on all that was now, but the redheaded barber interrupted her thoughts by walking around the reception desk and gesturing towards one of the vacant barber's chairs.

Cresida walked with a practised swing of her hips, emphasized even further by the fixed point that was her belly bump. Her massive ass strained the fabric of the black dress to the point of a second skin, and from behind and on her otherwise small frame, her belly bump looked absolutely enormous.

Cresida wasn't pregnant the last time Ivana had seen her, and the woman was already about the same size she had been at the end of her own pregnancy.

The hairdresser looked over her shoulder and caught the new mom staring at her ass. Cresida always wondered if Ivana would be open for a little girl-on-girl action if she had ever asked. One thing Cresida really had to hand to this pregnancy, it left a girl feeling like she was the most magnetic thing in the room.

Her naked thighs brushed against one another as Cresida nearly made a misstep thinking about the hijinks she and Ivana could get into. As a result, Cresida reached up and caught her left boob with her right hand and cradled her right boob with her elbow and bicep.

Ivana watched the redhead wordlessly. Her massive bosom raising and swelling up and out through the boob-window of her sweater in step with her breathing. Cresida was a lot of things, but she was also human, and her pregnancy was clearly throwing off her practised rhythm. Ivana found it cute even.

All the times they had gone out to the club, their friendship being at arms length at best, Cresida had always seemed the more composed and confident of the two of them. And now, blown up like a whale, Cresida's little perfections and practised act seemed a world away leaving the woman vulnerable for the first time.

Ivana took her seat. Easing herself and her magnificent mams slowly into the chair, looking up, she saw Cresida smile to herself while she hummed a little tune and prepared the tools of her trade. It wasn't a fake smile, Cresida was the furthest thing from a fake woman. She knew what she wanted and she was unabashed to get it. But somehow, Ivana couldn't shake the feeling that Cresida was standing at the precipice of something, that there was something unseen lurking just beneath the surface.

“Ooh!” Cresida clasped her comb in one hand and her belly with both. Ivana found herself nearly leaping from her chair.

“Sorry, little devils startled me with a sharp kick.”

Devils? Was Cresida pregnant with more than one? Ivana thought Natasha was a handful, she couldn't imagine Cresida trying to be a single mother to more. She visualized Natasha as one of an identical set of twins for a moment, eagerly groping at her breast while her duplicate suckled from the other. Then those twins turned into three, two little mouths fighting for ownership of a fat wet nipple. Then the other Natasha duplicated again and four babies taking up two arms licked and lapped and sucked on two fat nipples pulsating milk in quick, familiar spurts.

Ivana's real nipples swelled in response, and she suddenly felt a little envious of Cresida. That marked the return to the usual way she felt about the woman.

“Lean back.” Cresida guided Ivana's head while she brought the wet comb through her hair.

“So, how are your sisters?”

Ivana told Cresida what June was up to these days.

“And the tomboy?”

Ivana smiled and explained that Yuuka had been a nearly constant companion since Natasha had been born.

“Really? Well, that's taking the biscuit.” Cresida stopped her work and put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I think she's grown quite attached to her niece.”

“No, not that, you silly bugger, when did you get bonked?”

Bonked? Ivana blinked, not catching her meaning until she saw Cresida gesturing to her pregnant belly.  Ivana had been 5 weeks into her own pregnancy when they last spoke, and she forgot that she kept that pregnancy a secret from her.

“Oh! Oh. I didn't.” Ivana looked sheepishly. She explained how her pregnancy was artificial and detailed her pregnancy journey.

“You're off your trolley, where's the fun in that? You've always been a doll, darling. Don't sell yourself short. I'm sure if you keep at it, you'll meet a nice chap, he'll give you a right good time and everything will be aces, love.” Cresida punctuated this by putting a hand on her hip and pointedly angled the comb towards Ivana.

Ivana blushed. “I did... meet someone.”

“Oh you did?” Cresida started to trim Ivana's hair. Careful to keep it in the style Ivana liked so much.

“...A couple someones.” Ivana stared straight ahead at her own reflection. Her own sheepish expression staring back at her.

“Oooh, see? I knew you could handle two at the same time.”

“Cresida!” Ivana turned around in the chair, nearly throwing off the haircut, but Cresida must have anticipated it.

“Oh relax, I didn't mean it like that.” Cresida waved Ivana off dismissively. But when Ivana settled back into her seat, she caught the redheaded woman checking her out.

“I just... don't know who to choose.”

“Why choose, darling?” Cresida gave a shrug and came around to Ivana's side. Presenting a straining belly bump, Ivana found her eyes being drawn towards Cresida's pregnant bellybutton. When she bent over to scrutinize Ivana's bangs, Cresida presented significantly creamy cleavage, but nothing compared to Ivana's own.

Her breasts wobbled as she moved around her charge, while Ivana focused on trying to stay perfectly still, her eyes now on Cresida's butt in the mirror, it stuck out beyond the frame, but even so it left little to the imagination.

“You should come out to the club with me tonight, darling.” Cresida offered nonchalantly. “I'm certain the pair of us would most definitely turn some heads.”

Ivana was tempted. But if she went, who would take care of Natasha? Could she possibly convince Yuuka to babysit for a couple more hours?

“Besides... what's the point of this brand new haircut if you're not going to use it?” Cresida was laying it on thick, trying to coax a yes out of her friend and clubbing mate.

Ivana bit her lip. It WAS tempting.

“Alright. But we have to be back by 2.” Ivana shot her friend a stern glance.

“No promises, love.” Cresida tilted Ivana's head back to facing forward.

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Dun dun duuun! Meet Cresida, a lady quite unlike any that have been in my stories so far. She's more 's character, considering the amount of time he spent on developing her character. Nevertheless, she'll be around for sure.


The quality on this one is a bit lower than usual. That's because the actual scene here was made back in May 2016. Somehow... I ended up delaying it up until now.


So yeah, enjoy some fun interactions and a bit of backstory on Ivana!


PS: Timeline is getting quite outdated, I know. I've been working on an alternative, and it certainly doesn't help that I can't re-arrange items in the gallery anymore.

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----------------Render Info & Credits--------------
Story written by 
Sneaky cameo of 's Sam
Rendered in 3Ds Max 2014 with VRay 3.4 @ 2048×1536
Ivana & Cresida were made in Artificial Girl 3, imported and modified in 3ds Max
Objects collected from archive3d.net and cadnav.com