Due II, Part 5 - 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.

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Laura didn’t know how, but she somehow made her way out of the theater, lightly bumping people with her belly as she navigated out of the aisle. She was panting by the time she got outside the theater door.

But now she was back in the light and fully visible to curious eyes. Laura self-consciously turned away from the people staring at her from by the food stands.

Still panting and red, she finally looked down at herself, at theway her blouse was stretched tight over the mass of her abdomen, diamonds of skin visible between the buttons. The top as a whole had ridden up slightly, the hem barely making contact with the waistband ofher skirt anymore, which in turn, was pushed down beneath her belly.

How had she gotten so big so quickly? She looked due with child by then. Laura held the mound in uncertainty. She shook her head atherself, almost in denial.

Oh god, was all she could think. How am I going to carry this to term? She rubbed the mound.

Even worse, she was aroused. Laura breathed in and out, trying to cool down. At least the tension was subsiding, her stomach slowly relaxing again. It didn’t do much to improve her predicament, but Laura tried to be optimistic.

She leaned on the wall and sagged slightly against her mound,feeling completely wiped out. Maybe she should call Jefferies. These growth spurts couldn’t be normal. Laura’s chest tingled and she knewthat her nipples were seeping in her maternity bra. Sweat poured fromher brow, and she continued to breathe, trying to regain some semblanceof composure. She already loved these babies, but they were certainly putting her under a great deal of strain.

“Laura.”

Laura tensed as the door to the theater opened beside her. She instinctively hunched slightly, not that this did her any good. There was no hiding the bump. Not a chance.

“Chad,” said Laura weakly, her cheeks reddening. She must have looked like a mess.

Chad was now openly staring at her belly.

“I should go,” said Laura.

“Why?” said Chad, finally lifting his gaze.

“Because I—” Laura’s belly gurgled, and she held it.

There was an awkward pause.

“Shall we move on to dinner?” said Chad.

Laura bit her bottom lip. Chad was such a nice guy. Why was he wasting his time with someone who was clearly pregnant? Laura was sortof stunned. “I can’t—” she started, but then her stomach grumbled again. Laura’s blush deepened as she wondered why the babies were doing this to her. “I stand corrected,” she forced out.

There was a small Mexican restaurant nearby. Chad said it was great.

And he was correct.

Still, as Laura sat at the table, she couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, her clothes almost unbearably tight onher, her face flushed, her shoulders hunched, and her elbows on the table, almost creating a cage around her belly.

It took a good while for Laura to uncoil. She kept having to remind herself that everything was alright. And so far, no milk had seepedthrough the padding of her maternity bra. Laura relaxed slightly, sinking back in her chair, her belly resting heavily on her lap.

Laura nibbled at her nachos and supplied single-word responses toall Chad’s efforts to engage her in small-talk. Still, Chad somehowmanaged to be really funny. And nice. The longer that dinner went on, the more Laura relaxed. Laura covered a slight belch after she had madeher way through her third course of the meal.

And Chad was back to staring at her. Laura looked down, suddenly resenting herself again.

“What’s going on with you?” Chad finally found the courage to ask. “You’ve really changed, and…quite quickly. Is it a…medical thing?”

“Sort of,” Laura mumbled. She rubbed her belly under the table. “I…I’m…”

A phone started to ring. Blinking, Laura reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. There was an unfamiliar number on thescreen. Laura lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?” she said, givingChad an apologetic look.

“Is this Laura Mathers?”

“Who’s asking?” said Laura.

“I need to verify you as the emergency contact for Derek Chambers. I’m afraid there’s been an incident.”

Laura’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened?” she said, managingto get up despite the dizziness that suddenly overcame her. She continued to rub her belly, feeling sick. “Yes, yes, I’m Laura. The lastdigits are 4631. What happened to Derek?” Laura continued into the phone, barely noticing Chad as she walked out of the restaurant and headed for her car.

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Derek didn’t look good. He was very pale. He was lying unconsciousin his hospital bed, one of his wrists handcuffed to the bars. Somebandages encircled his torso where a gaping wound on his side had beenstitched up. One of the other inmates at his prison had attacked him.

Seated in the chair beside the bed, Laura put her face in herhands, her shoulders trembling and her heart pounding in her ears. Sheneeded to relax, to calm down. It was just that Derek was the father ofher children. But Laura was sure that Derek would likely be okay, andthis almost, probably, wasn’t Laura’s fault. It wasn’t Laura’s fault fornot visiting Derek. It wasn’t Laura’s fault for going out with Chad when she should have been—

“Laura?”

Laura looked up, feeling a flood of relief at the voice. “Derek,” she said breathlessly. “Oh god.” With some difficulty, Laura got to her feet.

Derek’s eyes widened at the sight of Laura’s bulging midsection. He started to shift.

“Take it easy,” said Laura.

But Derek struggled to sit up, grunting in pain as he did so. Hewas soon hugging Laura’s midsection, sliding her shirt up, kissingLaura’s swollen navel as Laura blushed and lightly shook her head.“Unbelievable.”

But Derek seemed content.

“You really like seeing me this way, don’t you?” mumbled Laura, her cheeks red. She placed her hand on Derek’s head.

Derek didn’t respond. And he wouldn’t let Laura go.

As this went on, and Laura’s back started to ache, Laura felt thatshe had no choice but to climb into the hospital bed beside Derek. Once Laura was situated, maybe her body relaxed, because buttons began topop. Laura quietly cursed to herself, and Derek took the liberty ofunclasping Laura’s bra, freeing her breasts, which was admittedly, quite the relief, even as Laura’s nipples dripped and moistened her shirt.

Laura’s night was spent lying back, her arms folded behind head as she stared at the ceiling and Derek continued to hug her belly.

And it felt strangely…comfortable.

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It was the early hours before sunrise and Derek had drifted off,but Laura still hadn’t managed to fall asleep. Her stomach had becomecompletely relaxed, whereas her groin tingled in discontent arousal, and her nipples dripped milk. Laura breathed in and out and tried to thinkof other things besides her heated body.

It was just that she was so close to Derek. Laura hadn’t had suchan extended period of contact with Derek in a long time, notsince—before. Since her last pregnancy. And all Laura wanted was to goto sleep, and yet her body seemed so desperate, so aroused, it almost hurt.

Laura’s eyes widened when she suddenly felt Derek’s hands on her. Gently, Derek turned Laura around so that Laura’s back was to Derek’s chest. Derek then leaned over her, pressed his lips to Laura’s right nipple, and took to sucking, sucking her milk.

Laura groaned, but Derek clamped his hand over her mouth. He probably didn’t want them to alert the guards outside. Derek’s hand thenslid down to Laura’s waistband, pushing her skirt down below her hips.

“Derek,” said Laura weakly.

“Shhhhh…” said Derek as he slowly shifted, navigating himself to her opening.

Laura bit her lip to muffle her grunts. She then deeply inhaled. Weakly nodded. Both Laura’s hands, and Derek’s one free hand slid down to cradle Laura’s belly. It was awkward with Derek’s handcuff. But they rocked in the rhythm of each other’s bodies, Laura’s belly bobbing up and down.

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That morning, Laura somehow squeezed herself in the tiny hospitalroom bathroom, and spent several minutes trying to tug her panties up her bubble butt. Her clothes seemed even tighter on her today, if thatwas even possible.

There was a knock on the door. Laura paused, and managed to turn around in the smalls pace with some difficulty. She opened the door just a little and poked her face through.

It was a nurse. “Good morning,” she said to Laura’s questioninggaze. “You don’t know me but…I’ve heard of you. I just want to make sure everything’s alright.” She held up a pile of clothes as she frowned at Laura in concern.

Laura swallowed. Some people at the hospital seemed to know who she was. They knew of the unnamed young woman who Derek Chambers had gotten pregnant then held hostage until she was well overdue. Laura supposed she fit the description.

“Yeah,” said Laura, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Thanks.” She took the clothes and waited for the nurse to leave.

But as the nurse walked away, Laura’s smile dropped. “I think,” she mumbled as she closed the door.

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