Due II, Part 8 - Female Version

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Due (Prequel) - Female Version

Summary: Sequel to Due. Laura's visit to Derek in jail leads to a chain of uncomfortable events. Contains: Pregnancy/belly expansion, breast expansion.

Note: This is the female version of Due II.

Previous Chapter

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Laura awoke with a start. She reached out to her night stand and turned off her alarm. Her room was dark, but it was time to get ready for work.

Laura started to get up. At least she tried to. It was a slow process, heaving herself up from her back until her large ball of a mound was resting in her lap. Her hips were tense and trembled slightly. She felt like a baby might pop right out of her. But they weren’t nearly ready. Laura rubbed her heated belly and decided to take things slow.

By the time Laura got to her feet, she was already panting. She supported the underside of the mound with one hand as she picked out some clothes with the other. She would have to skip her shower—she had bathed last night after all. And it was already getting late.

Despite this, Laura had to lean back on the wall, flushed and breathing, clutching her belly as it heaved up and down. By then she had managed to pull on a tight pair of panties and bra that her breasts were bulging over. “We’re getting there,” she murmured to the mound, her forehead already beaded with sweat. With one more deep breath, Laura pushed herself off the wall, and finished getting ready for the day.

-

Laura looked as though she was due with quads.

Unfortunately for her, she was carrying quints.

Laura sat in her office typing away, her large belly perched in her lap, gently heaving. There was the occasional squirm. Besides the tension in her back, it wasn’t too bad. Her heart rate was steady, her breathing back to its norm. She could handle this. She could keep working.

One of her colleagues poked his head into the office. “Hey, Laura?”

Laura looked up.

“Two of your clients are here. One’s in the lobby. The other’s waiting in meeting room B.”

Laura blinked. “Right…thanks.” How had she forgotten about her client meetings? Maybe she had been avoiding thinking about them. Laura looked down at the round mound stretching out her shirt and the plump breasts perched above them, wondering how she was going to explain this. She reminded herself that she didn’t have to. This was personal. Their matters were professional. She she reminded herself not to be embarrassed. She was bringing life into the world, nothing embarrassing about that.

“Ohhhh…” Laura groaned once she had managed to heave herself to her feet. Now the babies were squirming madly. Possibly all five of them. One of Laura’s hands held her tense back as the other clutched her plump mound. She began to walk and hoped they would stop.

She could feel her coworkers staring as she waddled around the office. She would have happily spent her day parked behind her desk. She made it to the meeting room, trying to look composed. She tried to remind herself that this was a blessing, not a burden. It wasn’t a bad thing. She was having babies, even if it wasn’t under the…best of circumstances.

Laura eased herself down into one of the chairs around the rectangular meeting room table, opposite of where her client was staring at her. Laura panted for several moments, trying her best to regain her composure. And then she plastered her face with her most charming smile. “Mr. Jenkins, what can I do for you today?”

-

One wouldn’t think that an insurance position would be all that strenuous, but the sheer act of moving around the office to find paperwork and attend meetings was severely exhausting for Laura. Her female clients looked at her with worry and sympathy. The male ones just gawked. And then there were the piles paperwork she had to contend with. A normal day at work had turned into a mountain of stress.

Laura tried to remember how she had managed the last time she was this large. Probably not much better than this. There was the perk that she had been homeschooled later in her first pregnancy. Her parents had mostly taken care of her. And then after that, there was…Derek.

Laura tried to wipe those memories from her mind. She should have been savoring this experience. She was independent, free, and in complete control. This pregnancy was by far going better than her last one had. Laura began to stand, but reddened, and eased herself back down on her plump bottom.

Laura’s evenings were largely spent sprawled on her living room couch. Her pregnancy weighed heavily on her groin, and she found herself in a near-constant state of arousal.

Often she just tried to breathe through it, her whole body sleek with sweat. She could do little more than watch the minutes on her wall clock tick by until it was time to drag herself to bed so that she could get up for work the next morning. The restrictions of Laura’s condition left her extremely bored. Worse, she was lonely. Sometimes she would try to read a book, or play games of her smartphone, but she was too distracted. By the squirming babies inside her. By her apprehension about their continuing growth. And by thoughts of Derek.

Laura carefully shifted herself until she was lying across the couch, her head on the arm of it against a throw-pillow. She laid her hand upon the face of her mound.

Her pelvis was aching. She rubbed her hips. Her bottom was getting really large, and round, and wide. Her entire physique was getting even more voluptuous than during her last pregnancy.

At present, Laura was wearing another low-cut maternity gown. It was long and formfitting, made of a stretchy semi-transparent material that hugged every curve of her body. It was light enough that she could sleep in it. Despite the low neckline, her breasts still felt very hot and very engorged, her plump cleavage beaded with sweat. Her nipples were large, erect, and protruding visibly in the material. Her whole body was prepared to give birth. The only things that weren’t ready were the babies.

“Hahhh…hahhh…” Laura breathed as she endured another bout of movement. She rubbed her belly up and down. “Easy…easy…” she coaxed them, but it was no use. Her breasts tightened and her nipples burned before they began to seep milk into her gown.

This was nowhere near as bad as last time. She just tried to keep reminding herself of that. She shouldn’t have been feeling so down. She massaged her mound a moment longer, before carefully heaving up her torso and navigating her feet back onto the ground. Placing her hands against the cushions, Laura heaved herself up with a grunt. Her bottom rocked gently as she walked forward, her widened hips cradling her mound. But just before Laura could reach her bedroom door, her eyes widened and her face became flushed.

“Nnggghhhhh…” She hugged her belly as she sunk down to her knees, and then to all fours, her belly pressing the floor. She groaned and panted, her belly tight and her thighs trembling.

-

A few hours later brought Laura to a hospital bed in the ER, white curtains drawn around her. The doctors had given her some sort of injection, though she wasn’t sure what. The tension had subsided, but it seemed at the cusp of returning. Laura anxiously rubbed her hands up and down her mound.

She was wearing just a pair of panties that half of her ass was bulging out of, and a hospital gown that couldn’t entirely cover her belly. The ER nurses made her shift regularly, for her circulation or something. She even had to spend some time on all fours on her bed, her plump bottom sticking out behind her. Unfortunately for Laura, it was while she was in this position that the doctor decided to walk in.

“All your tests came back clear,” he mentioned. “You’re not in labor, but your body is under a lot of strain. I would recommend bed rest until birth.”

Laura shifted onto her back, knocking some of the air out of her lungs. She looked as though she was attached to a beach ball by then. “Is that it?” she said breathlessly, her voice somewhat annoyed. It was getting late, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to get a full six hours of sleep. It was hard enough for her to balance her mound around the office when she wasn’t sleep-deprived. “Can I go now? I have work in the morning.”

The doctor frowned at her. He glanced at her chart. “This is your second visit here related to your pregnancy, isn’t it, Miss Mathers?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’m going to have to admit you. For observation.”

Laura blinked. “But doctor—”

But he was already walking off. Sinking against her pillows, Laura frowned down at herself. She had five babies on the way. She really couldn’t afford to miss work.

-

A few hours later Laura found herself in a private room, her belly attached to a variety of monitors. All five were doing well. Their hearts were strong. They were hungry, though. Her stomach grumbled.

Still, Laura was somewhat apprehensive about the IV line in her arm. She remembered how much weight she’d put on during her last hospital stay, and gulped.

“The babies are plump but mom’s still rather thin,” a nurse noted as she entered the room, two dinner trays stacked in her hands. She lowered the trays to a table and wheeled it over.

“Yeah…well…” Laura was caught off guard. “Did the doctor say when I can leave?” she said impatiently.

“If you took things easy, you wouldn’t be here in the first place,” the nurse admonished, causing Laura to frown. “Eat your dinner and get some rest.”

Laura waited for the nurse to walk back out of the room before she gobbled down the two bland-tasting meals. When she was finished, she groaned, holding her belly. She needed to take things slower. The mound gurgled. Her eyelids grew heavier. Before she knew it, she had drifted off.