Chance waddled down the crowded streets. The sea of people who normally disregarded personal space, would quickly split open, making Chance's objective of meeting her employer much easier. It probably had to do with the huge belly she was hauling around. The gig was to get rid of some mid-tier net-jockey. Chance was quite easily able to subdue him and take care of him. Thirty minutes had passed since he disappeared down her throat, he had stopped moving and had settled into her gut, churning into a thick soup. Strangers would take a quick glance at her huge stomach, then try to ignore it and go on with their day, after all who were they to bother her. Chance continued waddling unimpeded through the crowd, she was starting to get a little tired of but knew she was almost there. She placed a hand on her belly and squeezed it, trying to determine the state of her meal. It was tight but gave in a little, she could still see forms in there and even felt a little bit of movement, but knew that it was just her muscles working her colossal meal. She stops focusing on her belly when she gets to her meet-up point. A large bouncer with inset lens and an cybernetic arm stands in front of the door, as soon as he spots her he opens the door, gesturing her to come in. He closes the door behind her, she walks into a room with two woman her employer, Queenie and her assistant who was setting up some sort of device. As soon as Queenie spotted Chance, she quickly made her way over to her giant belly and began squeezing and rubbing it. Queenie always got a little weird around Chance after a meal, it also made her both physically uncomfortable when she would squeeze her already tight and straining stomach, but it also weirded her out to have someone fawning over her belly. "Oh Chance, always a pleasure to have you here!" She said while groping her belly. She wrapped her hands around it girth and made a half hearted attempt to pick up the orb of flesh. If it was anyone else in the world, Chance would have told her to fuck off and maybe even swallowed them too, but she tolerated Queenie because she had known her for a long time and paid well. "Hehe..yeah i'm always happy to get paid" Chance said through her teeth, trying to ignore her behavior. "Of course! But before we proceed to your payment, my partner here would like to ensure that whatever is inside that big ol' gut of yours, really is our beloved jockey." A wave of slight confusion rolled over Chance's face, before she was able to say anything, Queenie quickly jumped in "Don't look at me, I trust you get the job done every time. she's the one that wants to make sure." Chance turned to look at her assistant, the young woman's gaze was stuck on her belly, she quickly cleared her throat and said "Ms. Chance could you please take a seat here so I could check?" And went back to doing something on to her device. Begrudgingly Chance took a seat, the sofa creaked under her weight, her belly sat heavily on her lap. Chance could barely see over her stomach since it still was so big. She looked up towards the top and saw Queenie, face in hands looking down towards Chance. She was putting all her weight on her stomach and was using it as a pillow. Her belly was clearly straining from the added pressure, she could feel the organ churning it's meal and heard it working overtime. Trapped air inside her stomach was being pushed out, as Chance began letting out small burps and being generally uncomfortable, Queenie said "You know, sometimes I wish I could do this too, luckily that's what I have you for..." Chance looked at her not knowing what to say, before she did say anything the assistant announced that she was ready to begin. "Alright then, lets see what's inside this bad boy" Queenie said gleefully while slapping the top her belly. The woman began pressing some sort of scanner firmly into the side of her belly. She moved it back and forth searching for something. Chance could feel the contents within shifting with the pressure, more gas was pushed out in the form of belches, she could feel a large amount gathering in her disturbed organ. "What are you looking for exactly?" Chance said. "I'm looking for signatures of his implants, a third of him was tech so it shouldn't be too hard to find, but i'm getting mostly static, it's probably too dense in there." Chance unaware that she had swallowed 60lbs of aluminum and fiber optics began thinking of the fun time she was going to have digesting that. "Try searching towards the bottom, that's where the heavy stuff pools" Chance said annoyedly The assistant moved to the front of Chance's belly where she couldn't see her anymore. However she could feel her jabbing her scanner into the bottom of her gut. She was pressing hard enough to lift her stomach. "Ugh, still just static, maybe if I ..." Queenie quickly interrupted her "Just give her the cash, trust me she ate the right guy!" Before the assistant could talk back, she was again interrupted, this time by a huge burp from Chance. Gas from the depths of her stomach made there way out, carrying along a small chip. The chip flew out of Chance's throat and was flung onto the floor in front of her. The woman quickly picked up the saliva covered chip and plugged it into a computer, confirming the net-jockeys fate. She went to shake Chance's hand and said "I hope to work with you in the future." Chance was far happier after relieving all that pressure in her gut, with a thick bead of drool going down the corner of her mouth Chance said " The pleasure is mine."

I was originally going to make an alternate pregnancy version but ended up scrapping it, i'll link the unfinished drawing below. Also I'm not sure about the story on this one, I know I usually write trash, but I feel like this one is particularly bad. Tell me what you think, hope you enjoy!

https://www.deviantart.com/gorillamuncher123/art/Unfinished-CP2077-Alt-805730962

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