A/N: Hello, everybody, and welcome back to yet another ZO update. I hope you're all having a lovely start to the autumn season this year and will enjoy this quick upload to the story. Don't really have much more to say about this particular chapter except that I hope it was worth the wait for those of you still reading. Many thanks to those of you still following this work. More updates hopefully coming soon. :)

-Sincerely, Pat

ZADR Orange Chapter 202

Warnings: Extreme OOCness

Rating: M for later chapters

Disclaimer: We do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Zim: Notgonnadie

Dib: Me

Enjoy. =3

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As the oblivion of sleep slipped away from her to instead be replaced by the drone of an incoming transmission, Gaz turned to her side with a groan and clung to the floating slumber her consciousness had melted into. It had been a month now since her initial phase of intercourse with Tak had begun, and since then, they'd found more intimacy between them in the everyday interactions of their day-to-day lives. But despite the rapid progression of their quickly flourishing relationship, there was one point of contention that had remained virtually unchanged. Gaz HATED being woken, especially in the still early hours of one of her days off.

"Hey..." she shoved at the conked out extraterrestrial next to her as the voice of Tak's computer relayed its notice of a waiting message again. "Hey! Your computer is trying to get your attention, 'Mistress.'"

With an uncooperative complaint of her own, Tak grimaced at the non-too-friendly elbow she received before peaking her eyes open a fraction of the way to offer her surroundings a grim look of annoyance. "What is it that you want, computer?" she asked on a note of grievance.

"You have an incoming communication from Zim." it informed her in its usual, feminine voice."Shall I route the call through to the bedroom? Or would you rather take it out in the main living space?"

A collective groan rose from the two females in unwilling unison.

"Fine. Just...patch him through to the bedroom." Tak finally conceded, forcing herself to sit up in her spot lethargically.

As the computer saw to the necessary arrangements, Gaz turned over in her spot again, only this time to face the descending screen as it was lowered down from the ceiling above. There could be no doubt this had something to do with her brother, though she hoped it would at least be less urgent than the last time she'd received such a call so early in the morning.

After a handful of seconds had passed, the screen then finally lit up in front of them to reveal a live footage image of Zim on the opposing end of the video feed. He seemed to stall at the sight of the two still sleep-bound females glaring back at him.

"Um...Hi." he offered them an uncomfortable wave in greeting, though he doubted either of them would return the gesture back.

Gaz's scowl remained fixed on her face as she sat up in bed more and pinned him beneath her gaze. "Zim," she began in a voice so quiet he could hardly register her fury at first, "My brother had better be in labor or something because if I find out you woke us THIS early in the morning just to say 'hi'-" her grip within the covers tightened to nearly a stranglehold "-I swear you won't be using your voice box again anytime in the near or distant future." she threatened, narrowing a look of unsettling seriousness onto him.

Zim blanched at the grisly warning. "Uh...Well...No, that's not why I'm calling." he admitted, swallowing a sudden lump at the back of his throat and hoping to all that was good in the universe that he hadn't just cost himself the use of his vocal cords. "Actually," he then continued on hastily, doing his best to salvage the situation. "Dib and I were talking and...we want to use Tak's old ship as a baby cradle! It's...at your old house though, so...we were hoping you two might give us a hand retrieving it?" he flashed them a sheepish smile.

"Wait! My ship?" Tak interjected before Gaz could pay him a response. "It's been at your house this whole time and you never thought to actually tell me about it!?" she demanded in exasperated bewilderment, though the lavender-haired girl hardly batted an eyelash at the female Irken's abrupt outburst.

"What exactly do you need help with?" Gaz asked, ignoring Tak's ranting for the time being in favor of hearing him out about his proposal.

Relieved by the ease in discussion, Zim didn't hesitate to answer right away. "Getting into and out of the house. I think I can pilot the ship back myself, but we'd like an extra set of eyes available to ensure we don't have any run-ins with the professor. Dib assures me he can retrieve the keys to your outer garage himself, but considering how far along he is now..." Zim shook his head to rid himself of any unpleasant thoughts. "...I'd just feel better knowing we're covering all our bases." he finished, trying not to think of all the things that could have gone wrong the last time Dib had informed him of his return to the house in question.

Gaz sighed at the unarguable reality. Even at the best of times, she knew her brother could be stubbornly reckless in such situations. "Fine...Fine..." she grumbled in surrender, just knowing that if she refused to help them now, she'd more than likely be paying the price for it later. "Just...tell us when you want to do this thing and we'll meet you there beforehand. I doubt it should take long anyways. Dad never was one to be home all too often. Can't see a reason why he'd suddenly start now." she said, eyeing the current time displayed on her alarm clock and considering whether or not a few more hours of sleep could potentially be in her future.

"Well actually, I'm not exactly sure when we want to do this. Any chance we can stop in at your place and figure out a plan first?" Zim asked, the slightest of twitches in his body language serving as a dead give away to the anxiety presently eating away at his composure.

Bowing her head in defeat at that request, Gaz abandoned her mental deliberation at this point and tossed the bed sheets at her waist to one side in resignation. "Yeah, fine, whatever..." she threw out on an exhale as she hauled her body upwards to stand and stretch out her limbs. Although the prospect of having to get up right then didn't appeal to her in the least, this was for her future nieces and nephews, she reminded herself. Turning her back to the screen, she then headed for the connecting bathroom. If nothing else, she wanted to at least get a shower in that morning before subjecting herself to the undesirable company of Zim and Dib for a day.

"Thank you, Gaz. We'll start heading over in about 20 minutes or so." Zim called out after her as she disappeared from his view by exiting the periphery of his available video feed.

"Yeah, yeah..." Gaz griped as she entered the empty wash room, signaling for Tak to end the ongoing transmission before sealing the door shut behind her.

Meanwhile, back on Zim and Dib's end, Zim wrapped up the linked connection before directing his gaze to the prompt exit of Dib from the adjoining lavatory.

"So...What'd they say?" Dib inquired as he approached the edge of their bed with nothing but the cover of a single towel at his disposal.

"They said they would help us. Are you su-?" Zim began to ask before stopping himself on a dime. The hybrid's gaze was fixed down the front of his towel. "Dib?" he asked again, following the descent of Dib's eyes .

Sensing the weight of Zim's hovering stare on him, Dib flushed a fresh shade of pink before then angling his body sideways and toying with the hem of his towel in preoccupied discomfort. Very much to his consternation, there could no longer be any denying the blatancy of his ever distending baby bump. At seven months pregnant now, his tummy was HUGE and a far cry from anything that could be hidden behind the illusion of slimming clothes or natural male weight gain. And with a lack of clothes other than the maternity items Rose had convinced him to purchase early on in his pregnancy left to wear, it was nearly a full time job for Zim just to keep him from freaking out over his quickly evolving appearance.

Stepping away from the screen he'd moments ago been conversing with Tak and Gaz through, Zim approached the hybrid from behind and circled the length of his arms around the exterior of Dib's belly. To him, there was a simple allure he couldn't help but take pleasure in about Dib's current shape. He didn't dare make comment about it though for fear that so much as even mentioning the matter might set Dib off emotionally. Rather, he reveled in the swooping curve of his mate's swelling midsection by way of silent surveillance and periodic belly rubs. It was so unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, even from the standpoint of what a normal Irken pregnancy would look like. It wasn't just his stomach growing bigger though. In the weeks leading up to the present, Dib's hips had become wider and his chest had begun to swell slightly.

"Is it...really noticeable?" Dib then asked, referring more to his chest than the overall pregnancy. Had he been female, it would have made more sense to him, but seeing as how he wasn't, the continued swelling was beginning to make him nervous. It was by far the most uncomfortable aspect of his pregnancy thus far, and he shifted in Zim's arms so he could clasp the towel further closed. He knew by now that his large belly was beyond the point of concealing any longer, and the soreness in his hips was an even bigger reminder of all the extra weight gain. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, it was almost inconceivable to think he still had two more months of growing to do when he was already so big around. The thought alone was enough to bring him to tears most nights, and despite Zim's best efforts to soothe him, he'd be lying if he said he'd been anything but difficult the past handful of weeks. Shuffling himself in Zim's arms again, he then clung almost desperately to the towel that was barely holding onto him. His clothes were the only true source of cover he had any longer, though he felt pressured the farther along he became to wear the more feminine clothes anytime they went out in public.

Answering Dib's question with a tender kiss to the cheek, Zim stepped to one side momentarily before offering Dib his assistance. "Of course not. Now come, my beautiful hybrid. Let's get you dressed." he said as he guided Dib to the wardrobe. He had been having to help Dib get dressed for almost a month now, his enlarged belly having grown too broad for him to get his pants or shoes on without difficulty. Additionally, the boy could no longer reach any of the clothes stored in the lower shelves of his dresser.

With a reluctant sigh of defeat, Dib watched as Zim began setting out an arrangement of effeminate garments, one article of clothing in particular catching his eye at first glance and causing his antennae to droop without fail. "Do I HAVE to wear the female clothing?" he asked on a whine, just the thought of how Gaz and Tak would react to the apparel making him cringe to himself outwardly. He could still recall how even Zim had teased him about them the day they had returned back home, the frilly undergarments Rose had made him wear having been snatched up by Gir soon after, whom had run off with them giggling and parading around the base with them worn on his head like a hat.

Zim sighed at the discontent he could detect in his mate's voice and nodded. "I'm afraid so, Dib. They're the best fitting and most comfortable for you right now. Once this is all over though, you'll never had to wear them again. I promise." he assured in a voice devoid of any previous amusement.

Dib scowled at the lacy panties once more before turning his back to them in antipathy as Zim approached him from behind a second time. He hated this feeling, feeling so useless to perform even the most mundane of tasks without assistance. Zim wouldn't even let him step outside the house for most anything nowadays. Even school, which had started back up a few days prior, was out of the question at this point.

Zim didn't want to take even the slightest chance of exposure going forward though, for the sake of Dib AND their soon-to-be-born smeets. He'd already nearly lost the boy once during the course of this pregnancy, and the thought of somebody recognizing Dib in his current condition was almost too horrible a thought to bear.

Sliding the underwear up onto Dib after yet another mental reflection of all the things that could go wrong if Dib were found out to be male, Zim then reached for a pair of maternity sweatpants he'd recently purchased while running a few errands on his own.

Dib groaned at the sight of the sweatpants, convinced at this point that the only reason Zim had bought them was for the words printed across their backside. "...Pervert..." Dib grumbled the name irritably as a fresh flush of crimson invaded his cheeks unfailingly.

A small smile tugged at Zim's mouth as he laughed at the harmless slur and shook his head in response. "Come on, Dib. Just let me put them on you." he urged, holding them out at the ready to help the other get into them.

"Nuuu..." Dib fussed in feeble helplessness as he twisted his way out of Zim's arms so he could attempt to waddle his way over to the other side of the bedroom. Zim was far too quick on his feet for him though and pulled Dib back to his lap as effortlessly as Dib had captured him the very first time they'd shared a kiss in the hallway at school. Smiling wide, Zim then tackled the task at hand of getting Dib's legs into the openings of the material until finally he'd managed to yank them up to the hybrid's waistline, the words "HOT MAMMA" clearly slapped across the ass on one side.

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A/N: And there you have it for Chapter 202. Until next time~