Due II, Part 3 - Female Version

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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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No one should have known she was there. Laura leaned her elbows on the desk and slowly lifted the phone to her ear. “H-hello?”

“Laura.”

It was Derek. Laura threw a glance at the receptionist, but she was now going through papers, and not paying her any mind. “What do you want?” said Laura weakly.

“I know what you’re about to do…” said Derek. “I can’t say that I’m happy. But I can’t say I’m surprised either. I know this pregnancy is overwhelming for you, Laura. And I don't want you to do it alone. I wish I could be with you—even if you still want to go through with the abortion. Even if I’m with you, just for that. Though I think I've made it clear that I want these babies.”

Babies. Plural. Laura breathed.

“I want us to be a family,” Derek continued. “It’s stupid, but I imagined that when I got out in a few months, we would all be together.”

Laura nearly laughed at that. She wanted to believe Derek so badly. He sounded so sincere.

“You know that I love you…. Laura. Laura, are you there?”

But Laura couldn’t speak.

“Promise me that you’ll reconsider, just one more time. When you get home I want you to check your mailbox.”

Laura slowly lowered the phone. She went straight into the bathroom and locked herself in a stall, where she leaned on the door and held her belly with both hands. Her heart was racing. She had to go through with this abortion. It was her last chance. She had to do it. Had to. Couldn't…couldn’t do it. Couldn't go through with it.

What was the worst thing that could happen if she did keep it? Derek was still in jail, and couldn’t get to her anymore. And Laura could always give the baby up if she couldn't support it. Why kill it when she could just have a safe pregnancy, take things slow and easy, then give the baby up? Maybe her parents would even be willing to help out—once they got over the disappointment, of course. But Laura was sure that they would be thrilled to have another grandchild…or children. Laura gulped and looked down at her rounded bump.

Though she had talked herself through it, convinced herself that the benefits of this pregnancy outweighed the detriments, Laura felt only uncertainty as she exited the bathroom and walked out of the clinic. She got into her car, drove home, then sat in front of her house for a long time, half-wondering if she should turn back around. Finally, she got out of the car and checked her mailbox.

There was a white envelope with no postage marks. It simply said To Laura on the face.

Laura opened it and lifted out the piece of paper inside. And then she could only stare.

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Sitting in her living room, Laura felt even more conflicted than she had felt before. She continued to stare at the check, oblivious of how it had gotten to her. And then she looked away.

She couldn’t take the money. It was wrong. She should have been pushing Derek away, not allowing the man to buy her.

…but it was a lot of money. A lot. She certainly wouldn’t have to work anymore.

Laura shook her head. She couldn't be bought with Derek’s dirty money. She wouldn’t let herself. If she cashed the check, Derek would practically own her.

But would it really be Derek buying her? Didn’t Derek owe her after everything he’d put Laura through—especially in terms of child support. Laura could barely handle things as it was. She began to think about all the things she could buy for the triplets with the money. And then she thought about the expenses the child inside of her would bring once she had it. Just the thought of the financial burden was enough to give her anxiety.

Accompanying the check was a small note with a phone number that Laura did not recognize. Laura hesitated, then lifted her cell phone.

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A few days later brought Laura into a specialist’s otherwise empty medical office. She had a nurse do her bloodwork then was quickly ushered into a back room and greeted by a surprisingly young doctor. Laura was helped onto the medical table.

“I’m Dr. Jefferies,” the young doctor explained. “I went to college with your boyfriend.”

“Derek is not my boyfriend,” Laura was quick to say.

“Oh,” said the Doctor awkwardly. “I see. The father of your children, then. How about an exam?” He motioned for Laura to remove her shirt.

Laura’s fingers hesitated at the bottom part of her blouse. “So you…specialize in this type of thing?”

“Unusual pregnancies? Well, yes. Those tend to be my cases these days. As I understand, you’ve had an extremely late delivery in the past?”

Laura gave a slight nod, embarrassed to discuss it. Well, not as embarrassed as she was to be as pregnant as she was. She felt as though she had gotten even bigger since she had gone to the abortion clinic a few days before. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, her face reddening as Dr. Jefferies observed. She wasn’t that used to other people seeing her body when she was pregnant and all. Well, no one but Derek.

Beneath the shirt, Laura was wearing a tanktop, her cleavage bulging against the neckline and her belly stretching the material taut. Dr. Jefferies gently lifted the garment above the mound. “How far along are you?” The doctor asked.

“Four months,” Laura mumbled.

“Four months!?” said Dr. Jefferies in surprise, which just caused Laura to redden more. “Well…” said Jefferies, clearing his throat. “Clearly, we should prepare ourselves for multiples. You’re in good hands, Laura.”

It didn’t feel like she was in good hands. “So you’re friends with Derek,” said Laura, as the Doctor continued with the physical exam.

“Not on a personal basis. We’re more like colleagues. Throughout our academic careers he has reached out to me from time to time.”

Laura was uneasy. “About what?”

“About…just such matters.”

“About knocking me up!?” snapped Laura, sitting upright.

“Ms. Mathers, if you could just calm down,” said Dr. Jefferies, seeming to get slightly flustered, like he had been drawn into the middle of something he didn’t particularly want to be involved in. But his eyes shifted to Laura’s midsection, and he seemed highly interested in the pregnancy. “The babies seem to be growing well. And you’re at a healthy weight.” A glance at Laura’s ass. “Which is definitely a good thing. I’m afraid that it’s too early to safely tell you just…how many…there are, but I would advise you to take things easy for the time being. Get as much rest as you can.”

Wouldn’t Derek be pleased. Laura just glared.

Now Dr. Jefferies was looking down at his clipboard. “In terms of your bloodwork, everything appears to be in good range. But it looks like you have a few vitamin deficiencies. I would recommend a vitamin shot.”

Laura was hesitant.

“It’s what’s best for the babies,” Jefferies added.

Laura thought on that. Jefferies was a physician. Laura was sure that he worked under a certain code of ethics. He wasn’t like Derek. And so, Laura agreed to the shot.

Afterwards, Laura was given some prenatal vitamins to take home. As she buttoned up her blouse, it seemed slightly tighter, but Laura was certain she was imagining it.

“It must be overwhelming,” Jefferies noted, as he continued to survey Laura. “You’re so young. How are you coping?”

“Fine,” Laura responded gruffly. “It’s not my first time getting…” She blushed. “As you know, it’s not my first pregnancy. I love my girls—the triplets. I just wasn’t…erm…planning.... Sometimes things just happen, I guess. I wish they hadn’t but…I suppose there are benefits to a big family.” Including the triplets, Laura was looking at a minimum of five kids. She looked down at her belly and swallowed. Somehow she suspected she was carrying more than two in there.

“Do you want to talk about it?” said Jefferies. “Over coffee? Or tea—tea would be better.”

Laura furrowed her eyebrows, and at first she was confused as to why her Doctor, and Derek’s colleague, would want to get tea with her, but then Laura realized what day it was. It was the last day that she could legally get an abortion in her state. Did the doctor think that she was having second thoughts about keeping the pregnancy? Stranger, was Jefferies trying to…distract her? Stall her? Just how involved in this pregnancy was he?

“I’m going home,” said Laura flatly. Holding her belly, she carefully eased herself off the table. It was getting late anyway.

“Well if you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call. You have my number.”

Laura began to pull on her jacket.

“I’m sure that Derek will be happy to find out your going forward with your condition.”

This line made Laura tense. It felt almost like a threat. Glaring at Jefferies, Laura left the room.

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As of midnight that night, Laura had committed herself to the babies inside her. Whether she liked it or not, she was having them. There was no turning back from that point. Maybe this fact was related to her present state of anxiety.

No, it was more than that.

Laura was flushed and sweaty, her belly throbbing. She was dressed in a tanktop and shorts, the spandex material seeming to shrink against her full ass, and her cleavage bulging more heavily from the neckline of her top than ever before.

Her belly was the worse and felt full of pressure. It was so strange. It felt like the babies were having a growth spurt or something. Breathing heavily, Laura clutched her belly, her tanktop sliding upwards a few inches as her sweat-sleek belly peeked out beneath it. Oh god, she thought as she breathed in and out. She couldn’t take this! Laura released a yelp as her belly button popped out. She gasped for breath as the episode slowly came to an end, rubbing her hands up and down her bloated mound. She was bigger, definitely bigger.

And at that moment, all she could think was how pleased Derek would be.

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