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Businessman
🕑 Added 2021-10-31 14:40:56 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Daniel Craft.
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Darren King was tall, dark, and handsome. He was so perfect it was almost eerie.
Teresa had originally met him at a club one night. They had hooked up in the bathroom and danced till morning.
Backbend, she hadn't known he was Darren King, founder of Bizcorp. Or Darren King, estimated net worth in the hundreds of millions, though it was probably more.
She kept bumping into him in the weeks that followed. It was like he was everywhere. She suspected that it couldn't just be coincidental. What was the harm to it, anyway. He was kind, generous, and attractive. Still, something about him rubbed her the wrong way. And so she steered clear.
Darren was in his late 30s. He was a stark contrast from her: a struggling waitress of eighteen. Darren was he was drowning in cash and sycophants who did whatever he bade of them. And Darren always got what he wanted. She had laughed off his efforts to catch her attention, but she should have realized he would have her eventually.
"I'm getting an abortion," she told him, just two days after she had found out about the…fetus. "I don't want anything…just thought you should know."
Darren was appalled; even offended. She had never seen him fall so completely apart. He pleaded, "God, please don't. I'll take care of everything. You can even move-in. I'll do whatever you want. Please, just don't kill my baby."
And so it was decided.
At the time, Teresa had not known that Darren had done this before, several times in fact. That she was just the latest in a string up woman he had managed to knock up, only she was special. She was his ideal girl. He wanted to breed her more thoroughly than anyone had ever been bred before.
A few years later, Teresa was flushed and sweaty. She was bigger than she had ever gotten during her last pregnancies. She moaned out as her belly clenched and tightened, as she rubbed it desperately.
Just another false contraction. She sucked in long, deep breaths as she continued to waddle into her "office." Quotes, because she had yet to do anything productive with it in the almost three years that she’d had it. Every time she got on the computer, applied for a job, and disclosed her pregnancy to a hiring manager, they suddenly became blind her subsequent emails.
Teresa's belly scraped either side of the doorframe. "God," she puffed out, just astonished by her growth this time around. She swore, the servants must've been putting something in her meals. Even though she was carrying quads, she was just obscenely large. Her belly was wider than she was, resembling a beach ball against her struggling form. Teresa had to stop and grip the wall to catch her breath, before she steeled herself, and took another step forward, towards desk.
She didn't think she could grow another inch. If she did, she was certain she would burst. As if on cue, a surge of tension blossomed in her gut.
"No, no, no, no…" She pleaded with her body, her cheeks reddening as her belly tightened, inching forward as she groaned. Her back arched by instinct. It was just too much. She gripped at her mass, as though to push it back in, but it continued to proceed steadily outwards, her body pouring sweat as she struggled not to collapse beneath her own weight.
She managed to grip onto the desk, panting heavily as the growth spurt subsided. "Jesus," she breathed, gripping the underside of her massive mound. She just about managed to stagger to the chair and ease down against it.
She had never wanted this life for herself. But Darren could be quite…persuasive. He loved seeing her pregnant; the bigger the better. He showered her with gifts and assurances of how gorgeous she was like this. And each time she gave birth, he made the arrangements for the children to be deposited in a special facility ‘for the enrichment of youth.’ It was a glorified orphanage. The thought made Teresa's heart clench, but she didn't quite know how she felt about it.
Teresa didn't know if she could ever handle being a mother. She had been thrust into this. She was certain she had lost count of how many babies he had birthed already, and at the tender age of twenty. But there was that mental separation. She would give birth and the babies would be carted off to the orphanage immediately. She had once felt as though her whole life was ahead of her, but lately she'd just look down at herself and realize what a mess she was in. She was broke. Without family. She could hardly escape Darren's mansion, even physically.
"Ohhhh…” Teresa groaned as she felt another sensation of tightness in her core. Initially she thought it was another growth spurt, but instead her belly contracted forcefully, accompanied by a sharp pain. She wasn't having a growth spurt but going into labor, though she didn't know which was worse. She was exhausted, and Darren had always insisted on natural deliveries. That meant hours upon hours of pushing and straining. And these were big babies. They always were.
"Nrggggghh…hold onn," Teresa moaned as she desperately rubbed what she could reach of her belly, trying to ease the squirming movements. "Easy…easy…" She braced herself on the desk edge, and struggled to get up. Her first attempt failed, a new forceful contraction causing her to sprawl back, whining out. But even despite it, she was hardly able to stand on her own these days, at her immense size. Taking several long, deep breaths, she gripped the desk and made another attempt to stand. It must've taken several minutes before she was able to push her belly ahead of her and rise, then endure the struggle of balancing it. Her breasts were large, swollen, and aching, and it was only then that she noticed her nipples were leaking into her too-small maternity dress. She was getting close.
Clutching her belly, Teresa wobbled her way to the door. She yelped as her belly bumped on the frame, but this time she could not push her mass through. She was too big; stuck, literally. She felt another contraction starting to build. Crying out, she eased herself down on her knees.
