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A. Welcome to The Ship

Arriving to the ship for the first time can be disorientating, but there are maps everywhere. A good night's sleep must have been had, because you woke up feeling fantastic. Feel free to check out the shops or restaurants... Or maybe you'd rather go for a walk around the beautiful Biodome! Whatever you decide to do, it's sure to be enjoyable.

Perhaps you woke up here already pregnant... Better check with your scientist before heading off through the ship, since your health is very important to them.

B. Surprise!

You didn't know it before, but you're now officially pregnant. What are you pregnant with? Another member of the ship's child? An alien? A monster? Whatever it is, you're going to have to explain to someone (maybe your best friend... maybe more) that you're pregnant now, and that's bound to be an interesting conversation... Good luck.

Of course, if you're really unfortunate, you might be going through a very fast nine hour pregnancy. Did you just grow bigger right in front of someone's eyes?

C. The Pregnant Life

Things certainly seem to be improving now that you're pregnant. Shops are more willing to help you and people are generally nicer. There's even that stranger who's been making eyes towards you. Well, hey, you're already knocked up with whatever's inside, so might as well go off and have some fun if that's your thing.

D. Cravings

Now you're craving something. Is it food? There's plenty of places to get food.

Something to do? Plenty of things to do around the ship! Maybe get a part time job until the baby's born?

Someone to do? Well, no one's saying you can't offer yourself up. After all, there's always someone interested in the pregnancy experience.

E. The Baby's Coming

You've got another issue to deal with now. You can feel it happening, the thing moving through your body. One small problem, though? You're not anywhere near the scientists. So someone else has got to help you out.

Better go quickly, seems like this one is moving very fast.

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Mere hours ago, Ranka was going about her bizarre new life, wondering when she'd actually end up a part of this also bizarre science project. She, mostly human with a little zentradi, was meant to give birth to other species' children. Medical technology meant that it wouldn't ruin her figure which was good for her career, it would remain utterly secret from her own... universe? Displaced from time as well, the benefit was... worth it...

Now there was reality. The scientists and doctors had finished their checkups, and it was a very brief incubating sort of alien, and now she was already waddling in whatever clothing they'd had on hand that could fit her newly enlarged body.

It certainly looked liked she was in distress, having not been given the sort of gradual adjustment a pregnant mother normally found themselves with, and she grumbled and muttered under her breath as she leaned against a wall for support.

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Despite the absolutely endless variety of attractions and places to eat, once she was pregnant Ranka still managed to find herself bored. Once upon a time not so long ago, keeping herself amused had never been all that difficult. There was music to listen to, comics to read, shows to watch, and friends to hang out with on occasion. The last time she'd been really, truly at a loss, though, had before her singing career and her exploding into the spotlight.

Taking a vacation had seemed fine, even if it really wasn't much of one with what it was doing to her body, but she hadn't even started to get tired of performing before she arrived here... and that's how she found herself singing in the Starlight Lounge, despite her pregnancy (and with assurance that she was at a safe stage to really put her voice to work), putting on a show of a few very professionally performed chipper pop tunes. All stuff from sets from back home, for now, and a short show to see how people react, but important to her all the same.

Chiaki's run out of things to do herself and has gone in search of fellow shipmates. Onc she sees Ranka at the lounge, she sits in a chair near the wall to watch.

She claps after the performance, perhaps not aware that she's drawing the occasional stare from passersby, or at least trying not to notice -- her belly is pushing out visibly from under her shirt, buttons straining. She really should have picked a better outfit to wear upon leaving home.

Far more than Ranka, Chiaki really looks like she's going to just pop any moment now. Once she's finished what she feels up to performing, she decides to just take a nearby seat to see what happens next, grabbing a tall ice water and picking the table Chiaki's at.

"...I don't mean to be rude... but that top really looks like it's about to burst," she says, nervously, trying to be helpful.

She goes a bit pink at Ranka's comment and looks down at her drink.

"Mm... it grew more than I expected, after I left home... sorry." She shuffles on her seat, breasts swaying gently and straining the poor shirt even more.

"Just after you left home?" Oh dear this girl is on the fast track. "Y-you've got some really, uh, impatient babies huh?" ...dear lord look at those boobs.

"I... I guess so." She looks around anxiously. "Mm... you think I should go home, I guess? I kind of wanted to stay out, but..." She wilts under the stares of the other patrons.

"I mean, how long are you going to take to... you know." Don't give birth in the lounge, don't do it on stage, Ranka's not sure she can handle that even if this is 'alien birth: the space colony'.

"N-not tonight!... I don't think?" She wasn't listening all that closely to the doctors. She looks down anxiously at her belly, which already looks a little larger than it did when she sat down. "It can't happen that quickly, can it?"

"I-I don't know! That sounds really painful. You don't even have any time to adjust..." Yeesh, Ranka's getting a few weeks at least. "I don't even know how you're supposed to dress yourself if you're... going that fast, though."

"Pr...obably something more stretchy." She thinks. Her buttons groan-- and yep, that's a pretty clear sign that she should get inside.

"Sorry... I should probably go home. I'll burst out of my clothing at this rate..." She slowly gets up to leave, starting to waddle towards the exit.

"No buttons, for one." What the heck she has to ask to not get aliens that go this fast. Both of them are too petite for this crap.

Ranka stands with Chiaki, following. "L-let me follow you. Just in case. I'm Ranka Lee."

"Thanks..." She gives a relieved smile. "Chiaki Nanami. You sounded really wonderful up there, you know..."

She's sort of hurrying down hallways, power-waddling as she turns down first one corridor and then another towards her room. Not that she thinks the baby will come out soon, but... better safe than sorry.

"Thanks. I've had a bit of practice." Like... performing in front of thousands of screaming fans. Or singing aliens into peacefulness. That kinda stuff.

Ranka's a bit faster than Chiaki, in that she's not nearly as heavily pregnant, and she follows a half-step behind in case the other girl needs some physical support to go with the emotional.

They reach her room and Chiaki fumbles with the lock, managing to open the door and hurrying in.

"Mm... I'm not really one for performing, but I really admire people who can do it well..." The compliment is accompanied by the hugely pregnant girl shrugging out of her shirt and her straining bra. Her skirt quickly follows, and she flops back down onto the bed. Her body feels so much heavier.

"Oh, that's better..."

"It really is difficult - especially at first." Ranka follows in, not really thinking too much about... yeah. Chiaki's clearly gonna want out of those clothes, and Ranka's left glancing away, blushing.

She sighs, just taking in the freedom and relaxing on the bed for now. She closes her eyes.

"Does it look like I'm still growing? Or..."

"You can tell better than I can." Ranka's not actually really looking all that closely now that Chikai's largely stripped, even if there's no reason to really be embarrassed.

She looks up at the ceiling, thinking.

"I can't... really feel much more movement..." She sighs.

"Sorry if I bothered you... I think I might stay here for the rest of the night, Ranka-san..."

"No, no, it's no bother! We're... all here for a reason, so we should all be here for each other." Ranka leans against a wall, looking down at herself. "I can stay if you think you need someone around."

Chiaki continues to stare up at the ceiling as she tries to figure out what to do next. She's a little sleepy.

"Is there anything in my wardrobe that... that looks like it might even sort of fit me...?"

TEST DRIVE MEME - March to April

Ranka Lee | Macross Frontier | OTA

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