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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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"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...?"

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