Due II, Part 2 - 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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Laura’s body was flooded with hormones and it was hellish on her physique.

Though her stomach had mostly shrunken back into place since her last coupling with Derek, her bottom was doing the opposite, bloating up behind her.

Daily it seemed to be getting fatter and rounder, leaving all her skirts and pants tight on her until they could barely contain her at all.

Her panties were tight stretched and slowly turning into thongs as they failed to accommodate her plump cheeks. Her ass was impossible to hide. It was getting unnatural. Her belly grew gently, but her ass and hips surged.

Her breasts had taken on some growth as well, her gentle A-cups now looked fuller. Felt heavier. They drooped like teardrops now. Had more plumpness to them. They had become hot and sweaty and soon she couldn’t deny it – they had become bobbing B-cups on her chest.

At night, Laura would toss and turn, unconsciously kneading her mounds. She would dream of Derek doing those things, and her panties would be soaked come the morning.

She hated these new changes, and she hated that on some subliminal level, they aroused her. Most of all, they were overwhelming. She knew this was the baby’s doing, and that she could bring it all to an end once she went ahead with the abortion. So just what was she waiting for?

Laura stopped by the grocery store after work one evening.

Uncomfortably compressed, her breasts were stretching her blouse. Her belly was a gentle bump beneath them. She had no strategy for concealing her round hips and ass, but found herself unconsciously standing with her back to things. Regardless, it didn’t seem that she could escape notice from male onlookers.

A stranger approached. He was muscled and handsome, and wore the most alluring of smiles.

“Are you new around here? I know almost everyone who comes by this grocery store, and you’re not a familiar face.”

“Yeah,” Laura admitted, unable to avert her eyes from the stranger’s face. “Fairly new. But you’ll see me around more often.” She clamped her jaw after what she’d said. Her face reddened.

The man took the bait. “I hope I do.” He touched Laura’s arm, and for some reason, it wasn’t searing and electric, or exhilarating, as Laura had thought it would be – in fact, it made her skin crawl, and Laura’s only compulsion was to get as far away from the stranger as possible.

“I’m sorry, I – I have to go. I just realized that I…” Laura didn’t even finish up the excuse. She was off, dumping her basket, heading for the door, not caring that her round ass was on full display as she hurried outside and to her car.

Laura sat down, deeply breathing, and continuing to feel dirty. Everything about the stranger had attracted her, but once physical contact had been made, all she could think about was Derek.

Fucking Derek.

Laura leaned down, holding her head. When had she become obsessed with the psychopath? It was like she had been groomed to only want Derek. Had her potential for future relationships been sabotaged? Laura’s breathing started to thin, so she counted backwards, tried to stop hyperventilating. She reminded herself of the baby, it could hurt the baby if she was this stressed out. But what did the baby matter? She wasn’t keeping the baby!

Laura hurriedly climbed out of her car, leaned down, and was sick on the pavement. She coughed a few times and wiped her mouth, when she saw someone walking out of the store from the corner of her eye.

It was the man from before.

“Miss!” he said, at seeing Laura’s state. He hurried over. “Miss, are you alright?”

Laura straightened. She stared up at the amiable man who was now standing right beside her. It was a shame. It was a damn shame.

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That night, alone in bed, Laura was back to tossing and turning, having wet dreams about Derek. It hadn’t been this bad before the pregnancy. She was just so hormonal now. She had to figure out a way to handle her condition.

The morning was worse, largely because she was exhausted. Laura climbed out of bed in just her stretched panties, and a tank top. As she brushed her teeth, she surveyed herself in her mirror, at how her physique was transforming. Her belly was growing fast, now a mound that was starting to push out her shirts. Derek would be pleased.

Laura got dressed in her work clothes, buttoning up her blouse somewhat trickier than usual, but she managed. Her coworkers would eye her, some beginning to go as far as to comment about her abrupt weight gain. She would brush it off as a product of stress. But she would have a lot more explaining to do when she got bigger. And bigger she would grow. She wasn’t even through with the first trimester yet. She had to get this taken care of.

Derek would not be pleased about that.

Derek had a way of…convincing her of things, holding this strange, unpleasant…power over her.

Hard as it was – horny as she felt – Laura resigned herself to not visiting Derek again. It would be what was best for both of them in the long run. It would be difficult and unpleasant – almost like detoxing from an addiction. But it would be what was best.

Putting on the baggiest clothes she owned, Laura dropped the triplets off at her parents’ house, and was assured that the children could stay there until she had dealt with some personal issues. Laura made sure to be discreet about what those issues might be, and her parents looked upon her attire with worry, but they didn’t press.

She went home, feeling depressed, but more motivated than ever. She had a surge of morning sickness, but fought through it. She then got onto her computer and started browsing clinics that dealt with her particular issue. Beside her, her phone rang, and she distractedly picked it up. “Hello?”

“Do you accept this collect call?” said an automated voice.

“I, um – okay?”

“Please hold.”

There was a brief pause, and then a new voice came on the line.

“Laura.” It was Derek’s voice.

Laura felt her face heat up. She swallowed. “How did you get this number?”

“I have my methods.” His voice was as impassive as ever. “How are things moving along?”

“F-fine.”

“Tell me?”

“Tell you what?” said Laura irritably.

“How much have you grown?”

Laura was flushed. Too much to be normal, she thought.

“Describe it to me,” Derek insisted.

Laura absently rubbed her hand over her belly. “Not much,” she said, knowing that Derek got off on this type of stuff.

“Laura,” he said impatiently.

“What do you want?” snapped Laura.

“To see you.”

Laura swallowed.

“How many do you think are in there?”

Laura reddened. “I-” she stammered. “I d-didn’t-”

“I don't want you seeing a doctor, Laura,” Derek added. “I don't want anyone else laying eyes on you at all.”

Laura hung up the phone, too flustered to proceed with the conversation.

That night was the worst one she had in a while. She spent it sweating through her sheets, her heart pounding and her loins throbbing. She felt like she was in heat. She just wanted Derek so bad. She had no one else to go to. She didn’t think she could do this alone. In the morning, she got up, collapsed to her knees in front of the toilet, and spent the next few hours on the bathroom floor.

Laura tried her best to shove her internal conflicts to the back of her mind, and over the next few days, it was like her body was on autopilot. She ate, slept, and went to work, trying to ignore everything else, like her tightening shirts. The ones she had to stretch to button now. How her breasts were swelling up, and starting to drip now when she was especially aroused. She flew through the first trimester, and her body surged with growth.

By the fourth month, she looked as though she was in the seventh. She was getting huge, and Laura was reminded of when she had been pregnant with the triplets. No, she was growing faster than that. This couldn’t be good.

It was the last week that Laura could legally get an abortion in her state, and after thinking long and hard about it, Laura decided that it was what she had to do. She couldn’t let Derek win. She couldn’t let Derek think that he owned her, do what he wanted to her, and treat her like a personal baby-making machine. This couldn’t go on.

And so Laura made an appointment at an abortion clinic. She tried to dress discreetly – in a large sundress, an open jacket – she put on a hat and sunglasses for good measure. Even though she didn’t know what she was hiding from. Shame, she supposed.

She walked into the clinic, signed in, and sat down. There were a few other people in the waiting room, but Laura kept her head down, and sat partially hunched, and hoped people couldn’t see how far along she looked. She grabbed a magazine and stuffed her face into it for good measure. She hadn’t anticipated how uncomfortable the wait would be. She slid her free hand down to absently rub her rounded abdomen. Would it be flat when she left the clinic in a few hours? She didn’t like that she had waited this long, waited until she was really showing, showing more than was even logical at four months. But it made the pregnancy sort of…tangible, something nestled in her stomach, growing, pressing, making itself known. Why couldn’t she have done this in the first week or so? As Laura sat there, she only managed to resent herself more.

She blinked as her cell phone began to ring. Retrieving it from her jacket pocket, she pressed the TALK button and held it up to her ear.

“Do you accept this collect call?” said a familiar automated voice.

Laura immediately hung up the phone and stuffed it back into her jacket, her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn’t talk to Derek. Not now. Not like this. Maybe – maybe after this was over. She’d speak to him. Explain everything, gently as she could.

“Miss Mathers? Is there a Miss Mathers here?” the receptionist called.

Laura looked up at hearing her last name. Thinking it was her turn to go in, she raised her hand slightly and began to get up.

The receptionist looked at her. “You’re Miss Mathers? I have a phone call for you.”

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