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With an evil smile, she quietly, yet bouncily, came across the room to her distracted wife, hiding behind her a bucket of paints and brushes. Stealth would normally be difficult for a woman of her condition, but after five kids she'd grown very used to her changing body, and often reveled in it.
It was, in fact, Selithia's idea in the first place that both women should squeeze into their bunny outfits. Partly because it was Easter, but also because she derived tremendous pleasure from fitting her swollen form into the most impractical of outfits. Her breasts, ever more impressive with each child, rested heavily against her rounded stomach, loose-yet-contained within the striped blouse that tucked into the puffy overalls that made up the bulk of the outfit. It was also her idea to skip wearing a bra, although she had to engineer the scenario a bit to ensure her lovely wife also went without.
But mostly, it was all about her burgeoning belly. For once, she was wearing something that was roomy enough to contain it, but with her constant lust for growth and curvature, she still managed to push it to it's boundaries. If ever she arched her back, she could feel the fabric of the overalls tightening and pulling across her rear and various other areas as her massive abdomen tugged the outfit further and further, and she absolutely loved it.
What she loved almost as much, though, was being able to share this feeling with others, especially Ravendor. Who, usually, was male, but with a lot of cajoling she had convinced him to rebirth into a female form on a few occasions when visiting the Soul Stream. But as a woman, Ravendor had certain functioning organs and systems that were...complimentary to Selithia's designs. And often she'd find ways to get her spouse pregnant along with her, which might explain why Ravendor so rarely took this form.
But as it would be, despite Selithia's proud history and 'skill-training' in the arts of maternity, this time it was Ravendor who had her outclassed, at least in the midriff. If Selithia could threaten her outfit by stretching and pushing the right poses, Ravendor's looked about to give at every given moment. 'Shame she doesn't seem to enjoy it as much,' Sel thought, 'but that makes it all the more fun to mess with her.'
At any rate, Selithia did have yet another plan to harass Ravendor with, although for once it was fairly innocent. She finished sneaking up on the more heavily pregnant, raven-haired woman just as she was resting her cup of tea after a delicate sip. Selithia leaned in, doing her best to let gravity have her way with her more bountiful assets, and with her free hand, started to massage her love's tummy.
To her credit, Ravendor didn't jump or even utter so much as a noise. She merely turned her head, and raised an eyebrow at her wife. They'd been married long enough for Rav to know that Selithia often didn't strut about so strangely and bubbly without there being some sort of ulterior motive. "What is it now, my dear? You've already got us in this ridiculous attire, and I cannot fathom what else you could be planning." She took another sip of tea.
Selithia smiled that same evil smile once again. "Oh, but surely that's not enough? It is Easter after all, and we're missing a very important thing."
"What, pray tell, is that?"
She pulled out the bucket. "Why, the Easter eggs, of course!"
Ravendor eyed the contents. "One generally uses an edible source of color for such an endeavor, no? And besides, we're out of eggs. Magi fell over on the way back from the farm, if you recall."
Selithia shook her head, swaying her bust ever so slightly as she leaned. "The eggs are a metaphor." She poked Ravendor's belly. "We're gonna paint this!"
"What? No, no. No."
"Oh yes. And hell, look at these," she murmured, cupping Rav's tender bosom. "We could get half a dozen out of the two of us!"
Ravendor took another sip. "I will never understand you, my dear. Never."
Selithia stood up straight and shrugged. "Eh, no big loss. Now strip."