It had been a month since the strange girl arrived at your door with a belly full of pervert. By the time she had arrived at your front door, it was too late for the gulped down man. She moaned in frustration and pleasure as she lay on your couch, feeling the man melt away inside her. You held her hand—this stranger’s hand—as you watched her belly slowly retract.



She sat on the couch for a while, a hand on her stomach. “I don’t even know how I did that. One moment he was grabbing my ass on the street and the next he was sliding down my throat.” She sighed and put her hands through her hair. “There could have been CCTV on the street. Someone could have seen. I need to lay low for a while.”



You bring her a cup of tea and nod. She looks around your place. “I know this is crazy... and I know you don’t know me... but could I stay here for a while?” she asked.



You said yes.



It was Christmas now, and you walk outside to find the girl standing in a sweater, a pint in her hand and a massive belly gurgling. She looks at you with an innocent smile, patting her belly. Her name was Eva.



“Merry Christmas,” Eva said, taking a sip of the beer. You stare at her belly. “Oh, this was some bitch trying to blackmail me this morning. I might let her out. Haven’t decided.”



You sigh and scratch the back of your head. This was the fourth person she claimed she would ‘let out’ since she moved it.



“I know your family is coming over today, I saw it on your calendar.” She walked over, pressing her stomach against yours. You could feel someone struggling inside. “I think I’m just going to introduce myself as your girlfriend. Pregnant girlfriend, to avoid too many questions. You’re alright with that, right?” She reaches down and starts unbuttoning your pants. Her hands were warm, despite the snow.



You nod, happily.