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Due II, Part 1 - 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.

"Don't you have any remorse at all?" Laura snapped into the phone. She glared at the boy sitting on the opposite side of the bullet-proof window. "You're not even going to ask about our children?"

Derek simply looked Laura up and down. "You changed," he stated flatly. And Laura got the sense that Derek wasn't pleased by this.

"You're sick," said Laura.

"I miss us," Derek responded, causing Laura's chest to tighten.

"What the hell is wrong with you!? There is no us."

"We'll see about that."

"You are unbelieva-"

But Derek lowered his phone in lieu of examining his fingernails. He smoothed the collar of the orange jumpsuit he was wearing then regained interest in his nails.

"Unbelievable," Laura growled. Clenching her fists, she walked off and locked herself into the nearest bathroom, where she splashed her face with water and leaned heavily on the counter. Taking some deep breaths, she looked into the mirror.

It had been a year since she had been rescued from Derek. Her body was slim again, except for the A-cups on her chest. Still, every moment she had spent locked up in Derek's house was still fresh in her mind, as were the days that had followed. How she had given birth to the remaining two babies inside of her under the supervision of a team of doctors over the course of three painful days. How she had slept for the week that followed without interruption. How she had been mandated to go through three months of counseling just to gain custody of the triplets from her family.

But she was doing well now. She had a good job at an insurance company. And the triplets were doing well. They had outgrown all the excess weight, and were hitting all their milestones despite everything. Laura's painfully prolonged pregnancy had resulted in three perfect little girls.

Laura's life was good. She didn't know why she had craved some sort of closure with Derek. She suspected these loose ends were never going to be tied. Derek was never going to apologize, let alone explain the things he had done. He had no remorse. He was a sociopath for all Laura could tell.

Laura continued to breathe deeply, in and out.

We'll see about that.

Laura couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why she had been so...affected...by seeing Derek again. She hated him, yet now her palms were sweaty, her loins tingling, and her nipples had become hard and erect under her shirt. It was like something was drawing her, some strange compulsion. Lightly shaking her head, Laura walked out of the bathroom and headed for the exit of the jail building, feeling flustered as her body was flooded with adrenaline, endorphins, and hormones that left her terribly aroused. Her head down, Laura had almost made it to the door, when she spotted the front desk, and her body came to a halt. Hard as she tried to stop herself, Laura found herself approaching, and she asked, timidly, "Whats your policy on...conjugal visits?"

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Laura grunted beneath Derek as the boy pumped in and out of her. She knew their latest session was coming to a head.

Derek reached up to clasp Laura's lips, in the process, shoving a handful of pills into her mouth, and Laura was so surprised, she swallowed most of them down.

Laura choked, and spat out the remainder. "Wh...what the hell was that?" she panted.

Derek chuckled. "Oh, you'll see." His body tensed and Laura could barely hold on.

"Derek, I-"

They came together, Derek body pumping out more seed than Laura had even thought was possible. Laura reddened and groaned as she was filled more and more, until even her stomach pushed out somewhat. Feebly, Laura tried to pull away, but Derek held her in place, Laura groaning as she took in yet more. When it was finally over, they collapsed against each other, Laura barely able to catch her breath.

There was a knock on door, signaling the end of their hour together. Laura managed to get up on her weak legs and began to gather her clothes from the floor.

Derek smirked at her from the bed. "Until next time."

Not meeting his eyes, Laura waited for the guards to open the door and allowed herself to be escorted out of the room.

That evening, Laura sat at home in reflection. She still couldn't believe what she'd done. But perhaps it had been the closure she had needed to move on with her life. It was finally over between her and Derek. Life would go on.

Or so she thought.

Over the next few weeks, Laura felt rather at ease, even as she struggled to balance work and taking care of the triplets. But one morning, Laura found herself hunched over the toilet bowl vomiting out the contents of her stomach.

She laid her head against the porcelain. Much as she had tried not to think about it, she had feared this would happen. She hadn't thought it would occur twice in a row. But already, her stomach was beginning to get fuller than usual. She wished she hadn't been so damn impulsive during her visit to the jail.

Laura knew she couldn't keep it. She couldn't handle another baby, she could barely juggle the triplets as it was. And her income at the insurance company just couldnt support a fifth person. She'd find a clinic, get a quiet abortion.

But for some reason she felt the need to let Derek know. Derek deserved that, at the very least.

It took Laura another week before she got around to visiting the jail. She didn't bother trying to talk to Derek through the window. This was a conversation they needed to have in private.

Once the guards left the room, Derek sat down on the bed, looking Laura up and down. "Show me," Derek said.

Laura glared. So Derek was already aware. He could have planned it, for all Laura knew. Laura roughly pulled off her coat to reveal the way her shirt pushed out just slightly at her stomach. Laura unbuttoned her blouse, to reveal her slightly swollen abdomen. "The gift you left me with last month. I'm not going to..." Laura trailed off as Derek approached. Derek took to kissing her, gliding his fingers up and down the soft bump. He guided Laura back to the bed, where he pushed her down on her back.

"Derek," said Laura weakly as she felt her skirt being hiked up. "Derek, we...nngghhhh..."

It was hard to believe she hadn't been with anyone but Derek, and had never felt any inclination to. It was like the boy had some sort of invisible hold on her. Laura gripped the sheets as she gasped for breath.

Finally, she felt Derek's body tense.

"Derek, don't-" Laura was cut off as she groaned, her back arching as Derek released. She felt herself fill up more and more as her face reddened and body poured sweat. Finally, Laura began to fall away from him, but Derek caught her around the waist and held her close. And with a few more thrusts, Derek released again.

Laura grunted as her stomach pushed out more. She struggled to breathe. How was this even possible?

When Derek let go, Laura sunk onto her front, but groaned, and rolled onto her back. She stared down at her flushed, sweat-sleeked belly. She could have only been one month pregnant but looked four.

Her body drained, she was helpless to stop Derek from climbing over her to lick the nipple of Laura's small, bloated right breast. Laura grunted as her nipple distended then tingled to start dripping fat white droplets of milk. Laura panted. Her body was already preparing. One of Derek's hands, meanwhile, had snaked downwards to idly rub up and down Laura's small belly. It felt somewhat uncomfortable, full of Derek's seed, rising up and down as Laura tried to catch her breath. This time around, Derek was the one being held in confinement, yet he still had all the control as he guided Laura's body into whatever condition he wanted it to be in.

"Derek...?" Laura began to weakly inquire.

She was interrupted by a banging on the door. "Time's up," a guard called.

Though Laura's body was reluctant to move, Laura managed to pull her body free of Derek's hungry lips. Laura forced herself upright. Limbs weak, she began to get dressed, noting that her shirt was tighter on her than before. She threw a glance back at the boy still sprawled on the bed in contentment. "Derek..." The guards began to enter the room.

Derek locked eyes with Laura's. "Come back next month," he ordered.

Laura swallowed. "Okay."