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Overdue with No Extension
Part I - The Best Laid Plans
It was finals week, and Meg only had one writing project left to finish, and a day full of finals. Every morning it was harder to get up and move around, as she came nearer to her due date, and then passed it. She was so exhausted all of the time, and always sweaty. According to her calculations, she was a week overdue, but couldn't afford to miss the end of the semester finals and projects, so she'd been doing everything she could to make sure not to go into labor. Her belly felt ENORMOUS, and none of her maternity clothes even fit properly anymore. She was sure she was carrying at least twins, or perhaps one really huge baby. They kicked constantly and shifted around like they were play-fighting in her gut, often knocking the wind out of her and causing her to grunt awkwardly in the middle of class or a conversation. She had gotten so big that everyone was wary of her, just sure she would pop at any moment, always ready to run away so they didn't have to deal with the drama and mess.
She was in the library, doing some final research for her term paper, when she felt the first baby fully drop and engage in her pelvis. She moaned with the sudden shift and pain, but could breathe better, although now the weight was pressing on her bladder and intestines. The other students burning the midnight oil looked over with cross faces, annoyed at the noise. Seeing the state she was in, one or two looked concerned, but soon went back to their studying when it didn’t look like she was in any serious distress, at least for the moment. She now had tons of pressure in her lower belly and pussy, which felt wet and engorged suddenly.
She texted her boyfriend Paul, who was working at the circulation desk that night. “Hey, sweetie - I think one of the babies just dropped. I’m worried.”
She shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable and focus on reading about medieval Italian history. Her belly felt firm and hot, very tight. Her breasts thrummed with sensitivity as well, straining in the fabric of her bra. Her button-down shirt was now visibly bulging at the buttons. She couldn’t afford to get more clothes this late in the semester. All of her financial aid money had already been spent on housing and the few maternity clothes she already owned. She had tried to be more modest by wearing a tank top underneath the buttoned shirt, but it only served to push her breasts more up and out, so that jiggly cleavage bulged tantalizingly above the low-slung collar.. She only wore a plaid mini-skirt, hoping that more airflow down below would help keep her cooler, with little effect. Her skin constantly felt tight and prickly, as if she was about to shed her skin like a reptile. She hadn’t seen Paul today, but had come over to study after his shift had started.
“Where are you, babe?” he texted back.
“On the third floor in the reading room. Trying to finish my paper on politics in the medieval Italian city states.”
“Sounds riveting.”
“I wish it was! It would help distract me from how uncomfortable I feel!”
“I’ll be right up, gorgeous.”
When Paul reached the reading room and saw his girlfriend balanced on the edge of the seat of her chair, he felt a throb in his pants. Her legs slightly spread, she unconsciously panted in short, sharp huffs, swiveling her hips agitatedly, trying to get comfortable, which caused her breasts to bulge up and threaten to overflow her tank top. Her shirt was dangerously close to bursting its buttons and send them ricocheting around the room. Her skirt had no hope of stretching across any part of her belly, so her bare lower abdomen rested between her thighs on the chair, exposed. She looked gorgeous. Radiant. Her dark red hair hung long around her shoulders, some curls clinging to the damp sides of her face. Her mouth was parted, and she kept biting her lower lip as the babies shifted uncomfortably, which made her lips look beestung and succulent. Without realizing she did it, he saw her inadvertently reach down below her skirt to stroke her panties, assuming she was trying to make sure she wasn’t bulging out down there, too. He watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back a bit, rubbing her clit through the thin fabric, trying to ease her pain. His penis pulsed larger in his pants, and he was grateful that he had on a cardigan on as well, because he was sure his hard-on would soon become visible.
“Hey, sweetie,” he whispered as he got close to her, so she wouldn’t be surprised. She turned and looked up at him, smiling weakly.
“I’ve still got at least six more hours of work and studying to do,” she said forlornly.
“Here, why don’t I help you gather up your things, and you can work in one of the back offices that’s empty overnight? I’d much rather you were close to me that carrying this stuff all over the place on your own.”
“Okay,” she acquiesced. She struggled to rise out of her seat, leveraging herself up by using one elbow on the table and one on the chair to extract herself. Paul put his hands under her arms, helping to lift her, but unfortunately witnessed the tantalizing view down her too small top, a lightning bolt of desire shooting straight to his balls as he glimpsed large compressed breasts, and shifting, massive belly. He accidentally grazed the sides of her breasts as he helped raise her up, causing her to gasp with the sensation. He realized that he could see her nipples clearly, thick and beginning to leak, through the layers of her bra, tank top, and button-down shirt. Without realizing he did it, he shifted closer in with his body, rubbing his cock, still inside his underwear and trousers, against the back of the wooden chair like a rutting dog. He inadvertently echoed her moan, and felt his briefs dampen as his cock leaked pre-cum.
Once she was up, he grabbed all her books and carried her backpack for her. She walked with an even more distinct waddle than she had earlier in the day, both hands kneading into her back, which distended her globe even further. Her hips appeared wider, with her belly definitely drooping between her thighs now, even when she was just walking, not sitting.
He took her to the spare office, empty since one of the staff had retired, and got her all set up to work at the desk. There was also a small two-seater couch in the office, so he mentioned she might use that if she needed to take some weight off of her hips and back.
“Just about anything I do right now is still going to make me uncomfortable, but thanks. If I lie on my back too long, I’ll have to get up to pee more often, with the babies pressing on my bladder. And getting up and down sloshes them a lot more often.”
“Ok, sweetie. You know your body best. Just let me know what you need.”
“Could you massage my shoulders and back, love?” she asked, beginning to knead her belly to ease the tautness.
“Sure,” he said, positioning himself behind her chair. He pressed the heels of his palms into her shoulders and lower back to help release tension. After a while, he could see her visibly relax more for a moment. But then suddenly, her muscles bunched up again, as she inhaled a gasp, clutching at the widest girth of belly.
“What is it?!” he asked.
“It’s nothing, love. I think it’s just a Braxton Hicks contraction, with the babies settling into place, getting ready to angle the right way, I imagine I’ll have a lot more twinges. I think once I relaxed, the other baby shifted his head down. The base of my belly and bowl of my pelvis feel really full, and my thong is digging into my belly as well as my ass.”
“I’m so sorry, my sweet,” he said, massaging her shoulders more, and reaching down behind to rub her lower back. His face flushed with his embarrassment over how turned on he was by hearing her talking about feeling uncomfortable and full with his babies. He found himself rubbing his crotch against the back of this chair as well, wishing it were her bare back, and that they were naked at home in bed. But Meg was stubborn, and determined to graduate on time, so he knew there would be no talk about her taking an incomplete and postponing her finals.
As he leaned in to work on her lower back, he found himself drawn to the scent of her, her hair, her fertile musk, and the view of her round ripe body, positioned above legs spread more widely than usual to accommodate her enormous belly. As he looked down on her, he saw a ripple flow over her belly, perhaps movement from one of the babies, and then noticed her belly seem to clench in on itself, as she uttered a low groan. “Oh, god, I’d better not be going into labor. I can’t! Not until after my finals,” she pleaded with her body.
His dick throbbed at the mention of labor. He felt like an absolute pervert.
“I’m sure this is just Braxton Hicks, like you said. And even if it is somehow actual labor, first babies take a really long time to come. I did some reading, and contractions can randomly start a few days ahead before they actually become consistent. When they come regularly and in shorter intervals between, that’s when you can tell you’re in real labor. Your tests will be aced and over by the time you need to go to the hospital.”
“God, I hope so,” she complained crankily, rubbing slowly on either side of her belly. It’s firm, massive shape made him hot as hell. He couldn’t help himself - he reached down and brushed her hair aside, kissing the side of her neck and licking the spot just behind her left ear that he knew made her crazy. She flinched, moaning pleasurably this time, as her sensitive skin rose in goose bumps along both arms and her nipples stood at attention under her shirt. “Oooh, Paul!” she moaned, a ripple of pleasure rolling through her this time. One of her hands rose to squeeze her own breast, the other reaching down below her giant belly, and he couldn’t tell what she was doing. With a rush of blood to his cock, he realized she was masturbating.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Meg,” he breathed, bowing back down, continuing to taste the length of her neck. She pressed back into him, and rubbed herself harder. He reached down with his left hand and made sure that breast got attention as well, brushing his right lightly along her side, caressing her taut belly and arm. She abandoned her breast and reached her other hand below as well. He kneaded her breast more roughly, as another surge of blood filled his cock, knowing, but not being able to see, that she thrust her fingers inside her engorged pussy while she rubbed her clit. Her breasts were plump and ripe, full to bursting in preparation for feeding their offspring, and as he massaged the massive, soft flesh and rolled her thick nipple between his forefinger and thumb, Paul realized her bra and shirt were becoming damp with milk, and now nearly transparent, her dark areolas clearly visible through the cloth. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he sucked the sweet, rich taste of his lover’s breast milk. The fact that it was already coming in for their babies, and so easily extruded, was usually was a sign that a woman would give birth before too long. “Oh, my fucking god,” he growled, low and deep in her hear, pumping her breast faster, causing more milk to flow.
“Could I… could I… suck your tits?” he asked, ashamed of himself, pelvis rocking with need behind her. “You are so fucking hot and taste so sweet and delicious. Since we can’t fuck, maybe it would be okay if I just sucked on you?”
“Uhhhhnnn, ooooohhh,” she groaned, reaching her fingers as far into herself as she could, given that she had to reach around her bulging belly to do so. At this point, she couldn’t deny him anything, even though she knew that orgasming, even without penetration, might send her into full labor. She hefted herself up and lowered herself onto the sofa, despite her earlier protest. It would be easier to cuddle with him there than to have him standing over her. She waddled over and lowered herself down as gracefully as she could, which was unfortunately not graceful at all, considering how low the couch was.
“Come here, gorgeous,” she said to him, her eyes heavy-lidded. The back of her mind screamed that she needed to move away from him, splash her face in cold water, and get back to work. But feeling his touch and hearing his soothing voice made everything so much better, and she’d never been able to say no to him.
Paul watched her as she changed seats, turned on even by how difficult it had become recently for her to walk, as the birth of their babies neared. Her hips, which had always been voluptuous, had shifted wider when the baby dropped, stretching the seams of her pleated skirt, and she hobbled and swayed, first one leg planted, then the other, stepping wider to propel her forward.
He realized he should probably make sure there was no one in the area, just to be certain they weren’t interrupted. If they got caught, he would definitely lose his student worker position, and he needed every dollar he could earn.
He walked out into the main foyer area and didn’t see anyone, nor in the stack area behind. He decided to put the bell for service farther out on the desk, out of view of the office, with a sign requesting that someone ring for help if needed, so that he could go back and just leave the door open a crack while they were together.
When he returned, he found that she had removed her shirt, tank top and bra. “Oh my god, that feels so much better,” she said, fanning herself with a catalogue. “I was so hot and it felt like all of my clothes were digging into my skin.”
She had left her skirt on, thank god, and was radiating fertility goddess glory, as if the sofa was her throne. He noticed that her thong was also in the heap of clothing, though, and his dick seared with desire, dripping with pre-cum, just knowing that her pussy was now exposed below her short pleated skirt. She had a very naughty school-girl vibe going on, and he could control himself no longer.
He unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants, shifting them and his drawers down off his hips, but didn’t fully remove them, with the logic that if someone rang the bell, he could tuck everything away more quickly again. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, between her thighs spread wide on the couch, his throbbing, swollen dick sprung from the thicket of pubic hair, now liberated from the confines of his briefs. He couldn’t even speak as he reverently leaned forward, taking her left breast into his mouth and suckling, rubbing his hands along her rock hard belly, his swollen cock brushing against the underside, basting her with pre-cum. He pulled long and hard on the nipple, gulping down his girlfriend’s milk, stretching it longer with the friction. She cried out, suddenly orgasming, as her body was overwhelmed by the new sensation. With the ripple of climax came another clench of both her belly and pussy, and she groaned harder, grabbing his hair and fairly crushing him onto her breast. His dick and bare chest grazed against her belly with the motion, and he felt himself shoot his load against her the underside of her massive stomach. Suddenly, violently, his hips bucked and thrust his sensitive cock against her hot, straining skin, spraying his semen in ragged spurts. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as she pulled his head up to her face and began to kiss him deeply, rocking her naked pussy against the fabric of her skirt and edge of the sofa. She leaned back, exposing her swollen, engorged pussy, and grabbed his dick in her hand, rubbing it against her folds and the moisture leaking out of her. Her water hadn’t broken yet, thank god, but her passage was wet and ready.
“Oh, fuck, oh, FUCK!” he cried, unable to control his volume. He tongue-fucked her mouth as he plunged his fingers into her pussy to see just how things were currently situated. Her cervix still seemed closed, and while he could feel that there was less space in her passage because of how low the babies were sitting, he didn’t feel a head, so he began thrusting first two, then three, then four fingers in and out, attempting to stretch and relax her.
Her hips bucked and her swollen labia writhed against his hand, as he felt her come again, clenching down on his fingers. Her breasts were actively leaking now, spraying milk of their own accord, her belly slick with her own fluids. “I need you inside me!” she grunted low and gutturally. While his brain screamed, No, we shouldn’t! We might break your water, his cock was currently in charge and only demanded to be buried deep in the nirvana of her pussy. He gently helped her back up off the sofa and turned her around so that her ass was aimed at his dripping member. She balanced against the back of the sofa with her hands, stabilized by her widely-spread knees on the sofa cushion, opening her entrance invitingly for him.
He leaned down and lapped into her pussy with his thick tongue before grabbing her by both hips and shoving himself inside her. He was still conscious enough of what he was doing to go slowly, and not as deeply as he used to before she was this far along, but he felt her muscular interior walls hot, wet, and tight around his shaft, and very nearly came again immediately. When she felt him enter her, she panted hard and pushed her hips back so that his cock slid deeper despite his restraint, grunting with desire and need, “Uhhnnn uhn uhn... oh, fuck I love the feel of your cock so deep inside me!” Soon, he didn’t even need to move his hips as he stood in place and she pumped hard and deep against his cock, working herself into a frenzy, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion, short skirt hiked up around her waist and back, belly hard and tight. He felt her come extremely hard on his cock, convulsions attempting to pulverize his dick, her belly bulging then constricting with another strong contraction. She cried out loudly as she came, with the pleasure and pain of the co-mingled sensations. He couldn’t hold back any longer and shot hot semen inside her, causing her leg muscles to spasm with the force of yet another climax, the force of which sprayed his seed back out around his cock, leaking over the front of his pants.
Once they had stopped shuddering against one another, a cold fear gripped him. Had anyone in the library heard? What if someone walked in and caught them? What if he had to go help someone, and his pants were covered with spooge? As he pulled out, he had an even more acute fear - what if that blast of come hadn’t just been his jizz and her lubricating juices, but her water breaking?
She perched on the sofa, still on her knees, and by the tension in her shoulders, he could tell she was having similar worries. She grabbed her too small button-up shirt from where she had tossed it and wiped at her vagina, trying to clear away all the semen so that she could check her opening to see what was going on. She reached inside tentatively with a couple of fingers, and while her interior felt hot and slick with semen and was still clenching with the last few spasms of the orgasm, she still didn’t feel a baby’s head, or anything that seemed like it might be more diluted than come. She checked the floor and short of the spew on his pants, it didn’t seem like anything was on the floor either. She breathed a sigh of relief and sank back down to sit on the sofa. “My water didn’t break,” she said, smiling exhaustedly at him.
Her hair was even more damp and matted around her face, sweat beading on her brow, breasts, and belly. A warm heat radiated through his chest. “Oh, my love, you are so gorgeous and perfect!” he said, leaning forward and kissing her sweetly this time, their lust slaked for the moment. “I can’t wait to start our family together! I know you were wanting to wait for the perfect time when we had enough money, but I think we should get married this summer, after you’ve had some time to recover from the births. I love you so much and don’t want to wait another semester!”
She reached up, tears in her eyes, and kissed him softly back. “That sounds like a plan darling! But first, I need to finish this damned paper and get these finals out of the way!”
She donned her bra, tank-top, and thong once more, hoping to resist the temptation to touch each other further by covering herself with the scant clothing, but stuffed her soiled shirt into her backpack, since it was covered in come. I bet that will be stiff as anything by the end of the day today, she thought.
Paul dried the front of his pants as best he could, stuffing his troublesome dick back into his briefs, pulling his pants back on. He left his shirt untucked over his pants, which hid most of the mess. If anyone asked, he planned to tell them that he’d spilled creamer on his crotch when he was making his coffee earlier, knowing they likely wouldn’t believe it.
They both went back to work - he at the front desk, entering new library items into the catalog, and she in the empty office, tapping away at her paper on her laptop. Relatively speaking, they both were pretty productive after their tryst. The pleasure had helped relieve some of Meg’s discomfort, and since she was tucked away back in the room, Paul wasn’t catching as many glimpses of her fertile, hyper-sexy body. He checked in on her from time to time, and she had to get up a couple of times to use the restroom, but luckily there was a private one in the office suite so that she didn’t have to walk far. By 6 am, she was wrapping up her paper and printing the hard copy to turn in.
Pleased with herself, she stood up and stretched, pressing her hands into her lower back to ease the tension. As she stood, she heard a sudden ‘pop’, and a torrent of amniotic fluid gushed out from between her legs, soaking her underwear, socks, shoes, and surely ruining the office carpet. “Oh, fuck, Paul!” she called. “My goddamned water just ruptured!”
Paul ran in, a look of horror on his face. “I’ll call an ambulance - we’ve got to get you to the hospital!”
“No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head in denial. “I can do this. Things still aren’t that far along. My last final is at 1 pm for my Women’s Studies class. I can make it that long.”
He seemed to not be able to hear what she was saying, as his began to talk out loud, his brain churning. “Okay. I’ve got to call Monique to see if she can cover the front desk. I’ll call the ambulance, which can take you to the hospital and then I can join you when Monique shows up…” He absent-mindedly threw a bunch of paper towels down on the chair and the floor around the desk. “I can turn your paper in for you… at least that’s finished. Your teacher has to give you an extension… Maybe you can take your finals in a couple of weeks…”
A grunt of pain escaped Meg as a searing contraction ground through her belly. She bounced her hips and thighs in a slight dip for a few moments, hands kneading into the soreness radiating from her lower back. She stood and swiveling her hips in figure 8s, trying to relieve the constriction in her back and hips. “NO!” she growled, “I can DO this. I DON’T WANT AN EXTENSION. I am ready for these tests, and want to enjoy my summer with you and the babies.”
He shook his head, taking her by the shoulders and trying to guide her back down in the seat. As she moved, more water sloshed out of her vagina. “Darling, you’re not being rational. Our babies are more important than these tests. Your HEALTH is more important than these tests.”
She crinkled her nose at the mess her body was making, trying not to think about just how much more gross things would soon get. “No!” she said through clenched teeth. “Don’t patronize me, Paul. This is my choice, and I am going to take ALL of my finals today. Now please pack my computer for me and put my paper in my backpack. I need to sit down for a minute.”
With a worried look, he did as she asked, fearing her temper more than the thought of her giving birth in the middle of a classroom. He brought her a glass of water, checked to make sure she wasn’t in too much pain, and then called Monique, the student worker who was supposed to start at 9 am, planning to ask if she could come in a little early. She knew they were expecting, and hopefully she’d spot him a solid.
When he got off the phone, he went back in to check on Meg. She could tell from his expression that it wasn’t good news.“Unfortunately, she has a final at 8 am, so she can’t come earlier than 9 as scheduled. If you can hang on that long, I’ll drive you to your first final so you can turn in the paper and take your test.”
Meg shifted from side to side in the chair restlessly, still occasionally leaking fluids. Her heaving breasts were also drenched in sweat and milk, her bra and tank top soaked through, beginning to smell a little sour. Paul was both extremely turned on and mortified that she would soon be walking around in this condition. After curling in on herself for a few minutes, riding out another contraction, she shakily stood up.
“I’m sorry, love - my first final is also at 8, and I can’t miss it. That one has the most riding on it, with points from both the test and term paper making up a significant portion of the points for the semester,” she paused, closing her eyes and groaning, rotating her hips to ease the tension, as she wrapped her hands around his neck for support. He was instantly hard again feeling her rock-hard, convulsing belly rub heavily against his own. “Nnnnnnnnnnnggggg, aaaaahh hah hah,” she moaned, letting her hips sink low, trusting him to take much of her weight. She bounced and thrust her hips rhythmically in a wide-legged stance.
“Oh, fuuuuck, babe!” Paul moaned, supporting her under her arms, lips kissing the top of her hair. His dick swelled fiercely, straining against the inside of his pants once more as he looked down at her from above, voluptuous breasts damp and heaving, belly convulsing, hips gyrating, and pictured her plump pink pussy lips, sadly now out of sight, still dripping with their various fluids and a few hours from now, spreading wider as their baby’s head pushed through. “Oh…. fuuuuck,” he said, holding her tight as she moved, listening to her body. “You are the most beautiful, powerful, gorgeous woman I know. I know this makes me a pervert, but I love seeing you like this, straining, full with out babies, and working so hard to bring them into the world. God, I wish we could just stay here and do this all day, and I could help you keep coming to alleviate the pain!”
“MMMMMmmmmmm,” was all she could reply in response, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She tossed her head in an attempt to get the hair out of her eyes, but only succeeded in plastering it to her forehead. When she was able to stand once again, she rose back up and hugged him as tightly as she could, mashing her giant belly and breasts against him in a fierce hug, drawing his head down to hers and French-kissed him deeply.
“My love, I want that more than anything, too,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I want to just labor here, left to ourselves, with your lips, hands, and dick keeping me in a state of bliss while we birth these babies together. But unfortunately, I have to be realistic and get moving, since both my body and these babies have decided that today is the day. I have got to get out of here. This place is stifling, and I’m afraid if I stay, you’ll make me orgasm the babies out before I can make it to my tests. A walk will do me good anyway.”
“But, but… I can’t leave until Monique gets here!”
“That’s okay, honey! You wait here for her. I’m going to start walking to my 8 am class. The cool air will feel good, and it will take me forever to make it down two blocks anyway. With any luck, I will still be laboring the next few hours and we can birth the babies together after my last final.”
“No, absolutely NOT!” he insisted, blocking the doorway.
“Darling,” she said sweetly, picking up a letter opener from the desk. “Unless you want me to shiv you with this, you had best get out of my way!” She demonstrated her ferocity by waving the letter opener menacingly in his direction, while supporting herself with one stiff arm on the desk. Her belly writhed visibly again as she winced, but she stalwartly waddled forward.
Paul paused, taking a deep breath and looking at her very seriously. He could battle the woman that he loved and delay her longer from her goals, or he could assist her as best he could for as long as he could. And he had a cell phone, so if necessary, he could call 911 in a split second.
“Okay,” he said, caving. “Okay. Your 8 am class is where you turn in your paper, correct? We should at least be able to get you to that one. CALL ME if things start getting too intense, okay? Right AFTER you call 911. We need to be able to get you help as quickly as possible if you need it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said, standing up straighter and smiling glumly. “Now please, help me get this backpack onto my back. I’m going to start heading to Bauer Hall. They have a café there where I can wait until the classroom opens up. Maybe I’ll be able to stop sloshing out before I get there.”
He awkwardly helped get her arms through her shoulder straps, making sure her computer and paper were easy to get to if she could manage to get the backpack off again. He placed her cell phone firmly in her hand, ready to voice-dial if she needed to. Cupping her face, he kissed her longingly, worried about all the things that could go wrong, but then stepped aside. “You had better goddamned call for help when you need it,” he said.
Shifting her backpack to get a little more comfortable, Meg stood as straight as she could, and proudly trudged out the door, massive belly leading the way. “I love you,” she said, turning back to him as she left. “It will all be okay, I promise. And I’ll call you or 911 if I need help.”
***
Meg strode slowly out the library and down the sidewalk, stopping for breaks every 15 feet or so for breath and to steady herself. Her thighs trembled occasionally with strain and exhaustion, but she kept moving forward. As she made it to the first intersection, she felt another contraction begin in the small of her back and barrel through her belly and legs. She gasped breathlessly, clutching the cross-walk pole for dear life as she resisted squatting for all she was worth. If I get down there, she thought, I won’t get back up until my babies are born.
“Hey, are you okay?” another student waiting for the light asked.
“Yes,” she choked out, her barely calm demeanor broken by another heaving grunt. “I’m fine. Having a great day! Huuh--Uhhhnnn!”
The student looked at her worried, and a bit horrified. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone for you?”
“I… don’t… need… help!” she said in staccato bursts through another searing pain, attempting to smile, but mostly looking menacing.
“Okay, if that’s how you want it,” the student said, and made a beeline to take another route to class.
The light changed, and she trudged up the next block. She managed to pause only occasionally, bending over slightly, hands on her knees, as she waited for each contraction to pass. When they did, she raised up as straight as she could, head held high, trying her best to maintain her composure, despite the incredulous and often repulsed looks she was receiving. The pains couldn’t be more than 5 minutes apart now, and despite her wishes, she knew her labor was progressing much more quickly than usual. Perhaps walking that far wasn’t a good idea after all.
At the next stoplight, another hard contraction hit and she rode it out as before, leaning against the pole for support and resisting getting down low. She could feel her cervix opening, and the first baby’s head beginning to shift it wider. Fear gripped her, and she ignored when people spoke to her now. Instead, she just struggled stolidly forward, her legs wide apart with each stride, feeling as if the baby’s head should already be crowning, even though it was nowhere close. It gets worse from here, she thought. Somehow it gets worse from here.
By the time she made it to Bauer Hall, she had actually managed to stop gushing with each step, as she had hoped. She wasn’t sure what that meant for the babies, without their amniotic fluid to protect them, but she couldn’t think about that now. She bought a large bottle of smart water with electrolytes and an energy bar at the café, and eased herself down into a wide chair at a corner table, where she wouldn’t be enclosed in the middle of everything. As she ate, she began to feel really nauseous, though, as the contractions grew in intensity, so she just threw the bar away, instead just holding onto her phone and water for dear life, leaning against the arm of the chair with each spasm, trying to give her hips more room as the baby dropped lower.
There was a clear line of demarcation for how close other breakfast-goers were willing to sit near her. Most took one look at her moaning, grunting, cringing form and just decided to take their food elsewhere. She felt massive and gross and wondered if any of these people would ever speak to her again. But her labor helped keep her from worrying about all that, as her focus grew more and more internal, both on delaying delivery as long as she could, and on the Herculean goals she had set for herself today.
As 8 am drew closer, she picked up her backpack and lugged it on again, drawing her shoulders back and pushing her boobs and belly out obscenely. She was rather surprised someone hadn’t called an ambulance yet without asking, or insisted on driving her to the hospital. Not that she would go - she had to finish out her finals, but it would have been nice for someone to show some compassion, rather than just avoid her in horror.
She went to the bathroom before heading out, as her bladder couldn’t take all the stress anymore, and afterward decided to insert two fingers inside herself to check her progress. It was extremely difficult to reach around her massive belly, but she was able to hike a leg up on the toilet seat and shift her belly to the side so she was able to reach past her tightening globe, causing more amniotic fluid to gush from her opening. She was at least a good 6 centimeters, which explained the intense nausea, as she was already moving from active labor and nearing the transitional phase, where she would dilate from 7 to the full 10 cm and have no choice but to begin pushing. Her cervix felt at least 90% effaced, meaning it was nearly thin enough for the first baby to slip into her birth canal.
I am so fucked! she thought to herself. I have to at least turn in my paper for the first class and then I can see how things go.
She stood up once more, pressing her hand against the wall for balance as she trudged over to the sink to wash her face. She rode out another wave of contractions with her arms resting against the counter, legs wide and ass out, moaning low and painfully as she swayed her hips side to side, hoping to help alleviate the pain and tension. When the contraction finally released, she shuffle-walked into the hallway, the goal of her first class in sight at the end of the hall.
Meg managed to make it all the way to the classroom before she began to feel the next pangs building. As quickly as she could, she dropped her term paper off on the professor’s desk and picked up her blue book and multi-page final, hoping to get this done as quickly as possible so she could get out of here and rest.
The chairs and desks in this room were bolted to the floor, giving very little room for people with larger frames. She slid into the seat sideways and attempted to discreetly press her bulk in between, but found there was nowhere near enough space for her massive belly to fit if she sat up straight.
At first, she tried to see if she could press her belly below the edge of the desk, the enormous globe between her thighs forcing her legs wider apart, her soft milky breasts propped up on top of the writing surface. She was able to take her test for a few questions this way before her womb began to convulse again, straining and swelling upwards uncomfortably against the underside of the desk as it prepared to force the baby farther down into her pelvis. She shifted her legs, trying to get more comfortable as the pain rippled through. Biting her lip, she managed not to make any sound but just breathed loudly through her nose. Her teacher, Dr. Sommer, looked up at the sound, and frowned at her, clearly unhappy.
After the contraction finally passed, she worked as quickly as possible, despite the discomfort of the desk. She had studied hard for her tests all this past week, and worked diligently on the study guides all semester, so she was going to do as well as she possibly could on them. Unfortunately, her babies had other ideas, and at the next contraction, as her belly swelled and tightened, she felt her cervix ratchet wider, as the compression of her belly against the desk aided in moving the first baby downwards, as if hands were pressing down on her belly to assist her pushing. She groaned loudly, as the relentless contraction ground through her, rolling from the base of her belly, up her spine, then crushing down on her abdomen, clenching her massive belly smaller, rock hard. She battled down an intense wave of nausea, just barely resisting throwing up, but knew this meant that she was at least 7 cm dilated, and that she was firmly into the transition phase of labor now. She groaned as quietly as she could, but couldn’t keep from making noise, tears streaming down her cheeks, hand stroking her belly under the desk.
“Megan, Miss Taylor, is it?” the professor called out to her.
She blanched, realizing she’d drawn his attention. He was cranky on the best of days, and any chance he got, he ridiculed and humiliated students in front of the whole class.
“Y-yeees, siiiir?” she groaned through clenched teeth, her belly still yet to reach the crest of the contraction.
“Are you feeling well?” he asked, smirking condescendingly, knowing full well that she wasn’t.
“Just greeee..aaaat, sir,” she said, embarrassed that being forced to talk was making her labor more obvious. Her voice croaked and broke in the midst of speaking.
“Are you being facetious?” he asked, irritatedly.
“N-nooOOOOOOHHHHH UUNNNNNNNggggghhhhh!” she said, unable to complete her sentence as her contraction reached its crescendo, and she could no longer able utter coherent words, just grimace and make urgent grunting noises.
“Miss Taylor, that is highly inappropriate behavior. Do you need to leave class? Your… health concerns are disrupting the finals for the other students.”
“Mmmmmmm,” she said, trying to regain control over her body and voice. “I’m fi-i-iiine, s-s-sir. I’ve studied really haaaard for this t-test, and I’d like to try to finish it as q-quickly as p-poooossible,” she managed to choke out as the contraction began to wane.
“If you intend to stay, then no more noisy outbursts, okay? And if you leave, you will not be able to return to finish your final. You will receive whatever grade you get for the amount you’ve completed.”
“Y-yes, sir. I uuuunnnderstand, sir,” she said, barely managing to keep her voice together, every fiber of her being wanting to comfort herself through the pain by doing her breathing and moaning techniques that her friend Gretchen, who was studying to be a doula, had taught her and Paul. It occurred to her that it might not be a bad idea to see if Gretchen could come help her through her labor as the day progressed. She made a mental note to call her when she rang Paul after class to give him her progress update.
When the boarish Dr. Sommer had returned to reading the term papers that students had just turned in, Meg surreptitiously reached down and stuck two fingers inside herself below her skirt, shielded by the shadow of the desk. Sure enough, she had blasted past 7 cm and was already at 8 cm. First babies were supposed to take a long time! she complained to no one, in her mind. Instead of sitting upright, with so much pressure mashing the top of her belly, she decided to slouch with her pelvis forward, which relieved some of the strain and made her hips and lower back a little more comfortable as the baby was no longer pressing directly down but slightly more horizontal. She remembered that she had a scrunchie for her hair wrapped around the strap to her backpack, which she quickly undid and stuffed inside her mouth as a gag, in hopes that the fabric might muffle any sounds she wasn’t able to control.
What she didn’t realize, in that moment, was that sitting at such a low angle with her pelvis facing forward would also give anyone who was at the front of the room looking back towards the students almost full view of her bulging pussy behind her drenched, ruined underwear.
She glanced around uncomfortably, and realized some of the other students were openly staring at her. A couple in disgust, another few with concerned empathy, who were unable to do anything for fear of getting barred from finishing their own final, and a small handful, almost entirely male, whose eyes were full of sadistic lust. There was one other girl, however, who also appeared to be turned on, because, whether she realized it or not, she was biting her lower lip and rubbing the crotch of her jeans slowly. Meg tried to block all of that out of her mind as she frantically attempted to complete the test as quickly as possible.
A couple of minutes later, as another contraction coiled within her, she thought, Jeezus, the contractions are getting so close together. Gotta make it through. Gotta make it THROUGH! Her composure was broken by the immense amount of pressure she was beginning to feel on her pelvic floor. She reached down with her left hand, grateful that she’d stopped her mouth with her scrunchie as she surely would have been making some horrific noises, tears streaming down her face and perspiration beginning to slick her shaking muscles as she tried to maintain control. Between her legs, she felt a large bulge straining the fabric of her thong, beginning to wonder if she should just have taken it off before coming. Her situation was too awkward now, and too painful, to be able to remove the scrap of fabric without cutting it off. While she could feel that her swollen pussy was beginning to gap open, she did not yet feel any skull or hair at her entrance. Upon reaching inside, she realized that the baby’s head was not far from showing, though, because she was now 10 cm dilated, fully effaced, and the baby’s head had slid partially into her canal. She felt the urgent need to push as the contraction built and built, squeezing ever tighter, but she somehow managed to breathe silently enough, in short quick, pants through her nose, that she miraculously resisted bearing down.
A crazy idea crossed her mind, and before she could debate with herself whether it was the best idea, she stretched herself, reaching the rest of her fingers inside her, and shoved the baby back up inside her hard, feeling her cervix seal close back around the skull a little. Blinding pain greeted her, and the uncomfortable shifting of the second baby being forced back up against her internal organs and her eyes rolled back in head briefly as she incredibly resisted full-on screaming. When she came back to herself and glanced back up to Dr. Sommer to see if he had noticed her plight, she was greeted with his lascivious stare. He had seen her all right. He had watched her shove her child back inside herself, inflicting further pain that she’d managed to silence, and the sadistic fuck had gotten off on it. And to add insult to injury, the babies began kicking frantically as well, incensed at being shoved back into her belly. They’d just been guessing, but there had to be more than one in there. There were too many places getting battered within her abdomen at one time for her to be carrying only one baby.
WIth her borrowed time, wiped her bodily fluids off on her skirt and raced to finish the rest of her test. She flipped through the pages to see just how much she had left to complete, and was horrified to see that after the True/False, Multiple Choice, and Short Answer sections, there was an Essay section. She had to pick 2 out of six topics and write a whole page on each topic.
Her blood went cold. She began to panic. This is all for nothing! I will never finish! The Essay portion is a full quarter of the points for the test! Choking back a sob, she berated herself internally. There’s no going back now, Meg, she thought to herself. Go big or go home! She certainly had grown big at least; that was for sure.
She rubbed her belly with her left hand, breathing as well as she could, and worked steadily onward. She was in the midst of her last essay question, when a massive contraction hit, surging the baby forward back into her canal. This time she couldn’t help herself. She let out a muffled grunt of pain as she curled around her rock hard belly. She writhed with the force, using every bit of willpower she had not to squat down on the floor and push, wanting this all over. She groaned and strained as quietly as she could, but the sound still carried through the relatively silent room, the only other sounds the rustling of paper and scratch of pen and pencil. Many students, who were not battling such extreme circumstances, had already finished their tests and left the room. Four or five students still remained, and if Meg hadn’t been focused so intensely inward, she would have seen that all but one gazed at her with intense lust. In addition to rubbing her crotch, the girl who had been staring had unzipped her own pants and was shoving her hand into the next guy’s beside her. He, in turn, had done the same for her, his massive hand shoved into the front of her jeans. Another of the guys was quietly jacking himself off.
“Miss Taylor, I warned you. Any further disturbance, and you would be asked to leave,” he said sternly, relishing the fear in her face.
Removing her scrunchy from her mouth, her skin now pale and clammy, she cried, “Oh, no, sir, please let me f-f-finish! I’m nearly done with the last queuuunnnnnnnngggg!” before she could finish her sentence, she was spontaneously bearing down, chin tucked to heaving, sweaty chest, pulling her legs up as far as she could below the desk to give the baby space. She was completely on autopilot, and unable to control herself.
“I will allow you to stay, under the condition that you stay to talk to me after class.”
With another long grunt, she bore down again. The crown of her baby’s head could now be seen in the teardrop of her opening, as her bulge shifted and struggled to open wider for the head, skin stretching tight and while, bloodless as it strained, not getting enough time to stretch properly. She was at a high risk of tearing if she pushed too much more without anyone assisting to stretch her. As she released the push, she gratefully felt the baby slip back in a bit, despite the head stretching her so relentlessly inside.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said menacingly, the sound of his own zipper being unzipped below his desk. Soon, the sounds of skin slapping on skin could be heard as he began to jack off to her pain behind his desk.
As the contraction gradually released, Meg was able to come back to her senses for a bit, although at this point almost delirious with pain. With her left hand, she held the baby inside her body, preventing it from sliding out, and with the other, she obsessively worked to fully answer the last essay question. Part-way through, there was another bout of guttural grunting which she was no longer able to restrain. At this point, the asshole would be forced to have her bodily removed from the classroom to get her to stop taking the test. She was the last one still to finish, although the remaining students who remained after they turned in their tests, were clearly aroused by the situation. Two more were wanking to the glorious sight of her straining and touching herself, and the couple who had been mutually masturbating each other had now stationed themselves towards the front of the class, with a clear view of her heaving pussy, while they fucked doggy-style, leaning over a desk, their pants removed just enough to give them access to each others genitalia.
With a massive sigh of relief, Meg finished her test and gathered her things with one hand, all the while holding her baby inside her panties firmly. She wanted to get out of this classroom if she were going to push this baby out. She didn’t want anyone else getting pleasure from her pain.
She briefly released her grip over her bulge to sling her backpack over her shoulders, and felt the baby slip forward a little more. With a grunt, she managed to cease its descent again, barely keeping it from fully crowning, as she grabbed her test in her other sweaty hand and slowly began to make her way to the front of the class to turn in her final.
She walked very slowly and gingerly, badly bow-legged, pulling herself from one desk to the next with the hand holding the test, other hand firmly clamping the baby inside, as she lumbered towards the teacher’s desk. Through her haze of pain, she glared at the man in hate. She needed to just turn in this test and leave, but she knew he wouldn’t allow it to be that simple.
“Miss Taylor, may I have a word?” Dr. Sommer asked slowly as she thrust her test onto the stack.
“Sir, I apologize, but I really have to g-g-gooiiiinnnnnnggggg!” she said as she was gripped by another surge crushing through her body. She was brought nearly to her knees as the baby’s head began to fully crown, despite her efforts, as her muscular internal walls forced it down. An odd sensation began to spread through her as she rubbed her hand over her opening, both stroking the baby’s soft hair and attempting to keep it inside a little bit longer. Her swollen clit had begun to throb with desire as the baby ground against her g-spot inside, and massaging her opening had inadvertently stroked her clit, making it more electric and sensitive. With each step, the baby shifted within her passage, its big body effectively acting like a massive dildo within her pussy. “OoohhhooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHhhhhhh!” she moaned, this time in pleasure, leaning more on each desk as she passed. “OOOOOHHHHHH, MMMMmmmmmm!”
“Oh, I think you have a couple more minutes. Just a couple more minutes now,” he said menacingly shifting his chair to be positioned right in front of her, openly flogging his cock, his slacks now shifted down around his hips. He himself groaned loudly at the side of the baby attempting to shove itself into Meg’s destroyed panties, her labia stretched taut, white around the baby’s full crown, her delicate pussy somehow resisting ripping. Her whole crotch glistened with her dripping juices, which ran out over her hands as she massaged her straining pussy.
“T-t-this is o-ooouutrageous!” she gasped, feeling an orgasm coil up within her. Soon, she didn’t care what he was doing, as her body went on biological auto-pilot. She squatted in front of him, one hand still balancing herself upright against the desk, as another contraction clamped down, her belly and pussy becoming reddish purple with the force. She shoved the rag of her panties aside and stroked the fluids around the circumference of her opening, instinctually massaging and stretching her entrance, allowing more time for stretching. She cried out with a primal grunt “Aaarrrrhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!” as she pushed with all her might. The head seared against her g-spot as she stretched, and she came in blinding orgasm, knees splaying wide, as she leaned back and ejected the baby’s head from between her legs in a spraying gush of blood, mucus, and amniotic fluid, which coated Dr. Sommer’s khakis in an astonishing amount of gore.
He gasped and swore, abandoning his cock to try to clean the mess off of his clothes, but she had marked him, stained him for the pain and humiliation he was putting her through. She laughed in soft ragged gasps, then moaned with pleasure as she felt the baby rotating in her passage, her body naturally preparing to deliver the shoulders. Squatting more deeply as she let go of his desk, knees jack-knifed up by her ears, chin tucked down, she focused all of her energy down into her vagina as the next surge began to crest. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEENNNNNNNGGGGG!!!” she cried with her biggest push yet, and her baby shot out, shoulders and body clearing her passage simultaneously in one final massive rush of fluids, into her waiting hands, where she grabbed him up and placed him atop her ruined tank top, crying. Across the room, her fellow classmate shot his seed into his female partner, both of them hoping to see her in a similar state within nine months.
After a few shocked moments trying to gather her breath, she lifted what was left of her tank top and bra out of the way, allowing the baby to latch on and suckle her overflowing breasts, cradling him in the crook of her arm atop the still massive dome of her belly. She wiped her hands off against the professor’s pants, causing him to cry out in more disgust and horror, before picking up the phone and dialing Paul as she stood gingerly. The umbilical cord, which was still attached to the newborn, dangled between her legs, pulsing as it disappeared under her skirt, placenta still deep inside her.
She very slowly walked towards the door, hips still shifted wide. Her vagina was battered and sore, but she was happy, and her first mission of the day was accomplished.
“Call Paul,” she said to the phone, and he picked up almost before it even rang.
“Darling, are you okay? How did it go? Did you finish?” her lover’s voice on the other side of the line asked.
“Yeah, babe,” she said tiredly, cradling the phone against her opposite ear as she continued to nurse her newborn son at her breast. “I turned in the paper and managed to finish the test, but that asshole Sommer delayed me until I gave birth to our beautiful boy in front of him at his desk.”
Muffled shouting could be heard through the speaker, both of joy and rage. “It’s fine, it’s fine babe. I sprayed all over that bastard’s pants. If he tries to give me a bad grade, there is physical evidence that he prevented me from leaving, not to mention the horny couple fucking in the corner as witnesses.”
More muted exclamations from the other end of the line. “I’m tired, but feeling really good, actually. Could you call Gretchen and meet me over in the nurse’s office at the student union? The nurse isn’t there on Thursdays, but I bet we could sneak in and use the facilities to help clean me and the baby up. Could you also please bring me a full change of clothes? May as well make it my red dress, in case I get messy again. Also might not be a bad idea to bring my red tights. If there’s actually another baby in here and not just my baby weight, maybe it could help hold the kiddo in? I want to go ahead and go on to my next test.”
“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” could be distinctly heard being shouted into her earpiece and she flinched.
“It’s not your call, babe,” she said abruptly. “I have set my mind to it, and I intend to get this day done!”