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Medication, Part 5 - Female Version
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Note: This is a female version of Medication.
Summary: All her life, TrisÂ’s mother forced her to take a daily medication, but never really told her why. After Tris goes off to college, she starts skipping doses, and finally realizes just what the medication is for. Monthly expansion. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, and more.
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God, this isnÂ’t working. Tris started to get up, but groaned, and sunk back down. She pushed and pushed till her face was red and she felt on the brink of collapse. The baby was hardly moving. She wanted to return to her bed, but was afraid of getting up. She didnÂ’t want to hurt herself, or the baby. She had no idea what the hell she was doing.
“Nnngghhh…” She whimpered out, as the baby shifted down another inch.
The position wasnÂ’t working. She tried to spread herself wider. Tried to shift into a position that was more comfortable, but it was painfully awkward there knelt on the hard floor. What if the baby came and she didnÂ’t catch it? It seemed like such a ridiculous concern but she was acutely worried.
She reached out to feel if the baby was crowning—it wasn’t, but she could feel the head just inside her opening. She slowly climbed up, her limbs trembling. It felt awkwardly painful, and she hunched, clutching at her painfully low belly.
“Sorry, sorry…” she groaned, praying that she wasn’t doing something wrong. She moved, in sort of a crab walk, towards the desk. She clutched at it as she felt another contraction, and pushed with it, sweat pouring down her face.
She had to get down. She couldnÂ’t be standing right now. But rather than getting back onto the hard floor, she made her way slowly to the bathroom. She hastily turned on the tap, and climbed in the tub when the water had barely risen a few inches. She painstakingly eased herself down as the water gradually rose, a lukewarm temperature that helped cool her overheated body.
As uncomfortable as it was to be leaning on her back, she felt like she had more control laying supine, even though sheÂ’d heard it wasnÂ’t necessarily the best for delivery.
She breathed in erratic pants as she struggled to catch her breath. She arched and grunted out with the continuing contractions. Soon the water was ascending up her sides, the face of her belly crowing out of the surface. Water began to spill over onto the floor, but she hardly cared. She groaned and contorted her legs awkwardly, allowing one of them to hang over the edge of the tub.
She pushed hard with the next contraction, her throat releasing a croaking noise as the baby shoved down at least an inch. She held her face in her hands and sobbed against her palms for a moment, before finding the strength to reach down and examine herself around the burning of her body being stretched. The head was finally crowning. She felt relieved, but tried to take things slow, because it hurt, god it hurt.
“Mmmmmghhh…” Her belly heaved up as she pushed again, slowly and carefully, even though she wanted this whole thing to be over with. She continued to cradle the head with her hand, feeling it bulge harder out of her body. When the contraction ended, she tried to catch her breath. She was almost done. It was almost over.
“Nrrggghhh!” The head pushed free. She tried to navigate the shoulders, pushing with the contraction that had overlapped the last one. The shoulders escaped, the water darkening with her fluids as she felt the sleek body of her infant against her fingers. She lifted it fearfully. Surely she had messed up somehow. She raised the baby to her chest.
It began to cry.
It was healthy. Tris did a hasty, desperate examination, and everything seemed to be fine. She clutched the infant to herself, the hoarse wails melodious after her solitary ordeal.
Not alone. They were together. She cried with the infant, but mainly just tried not to pass out.
It took an hour to get up, by which point the baby had settled down, but the water had cooled, which couldn’t be good for either of them. She climbed up gingerly, feeling so fatigued, the world blurred somewhat. She moved hastily to the small nest on the floor—a crude thing she had created in the absence of a proper bassinet. It was a pile of sheets nested and indented in a way so to ensure that the baby didn’t roll out of it. It was better than allowing the baby to sleep on the bed with her, or so she had heard.
Tris sat on the floor for a moment to cut the umbilical cord with shaking hands. She could feel her softened belly contracting. That would be the—the placenta. Her nipples were swollen and dripping, but she didn’t think she was up to nursing. Thankfully, the baby was fast asleep.
She dozed there for a moment, before her stomach contracted again, roughly enough to jerk her awake. Content with the knowledge that the baby was alright, she crawled over to her bed, and climbed up, her vision continuing to blur in and out. She reclined, and groaned, and held her belly, pushing with the light contractions. Something slid out of her. She didnÂ’t even bother herself with cleaning up. Instead she allowed her body to relax fully and she immediately fell asleep.
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Tris awoke to a babyÂ’s crying.
That was right. SheÂ’d had the baby.
She opened her eyes and blinked around the darkened dormitory. She got up and went over to the baby before someone could come around and demand an explanation for all the noise.
“Hush, hush,” she murmured, holding the baby to her bare chest. Only belatedly, she registered that she’d had a boy. She returned to her bed with the infant, leaning back on some pillows. She guided the baby to her nipple and began to nurse.
The semester ended a few days later, and packing to leave proved a hasty, but still exhausting, process. She had hardly recovered from the birth and had the added burden of taking care of a newborn, including changing, soothing, and middle-of-the-night feedings. She felt on the brink of collapse.
Tris didnÂ’t know how she had gotten so abruptly thin, but supposed she wasnÂ’t taking care of herself much, except for the odd bowl of cereal or cup of tap water. The baby was doing well. That was all that mattered. Before she knew it, she was on the doorstep of her childhood home, duffle bag at her feet, clothes hanging off her shoulders, and baby cradled against her chest.
When her mother answered the door, her grin of welcome quickly faded, and she stood there for a moment with a look of surprise as she slowly registered what had occurred. “Why didn’t you call me?” she croaked, guiding Tris inside.
“Mum, I—”
“I knew we should have taken you out of school. It’s too much stress. How could you possibly be expected to—”
“Mum, it’s fine. I passed all my classes. This—it’s never going to happen again.”
“That’s what you said last time,” her mother responded, sobbing by then. She extended her arms and Tris obliged in handing her the baby.
“I named him Andrew,” she said. “He’s…a few days old.”
“He’s gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” Tris said, biting her bottom lip. “Mum, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Her mother hugged her, the baby cradled between them. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. This has nothing to do with you. All that really matters is that I’m healthy, and so is—so is the baby. In fact, I’m—okay with the way things turned out.” She wouldn’t take it back, at least. Not Andrew. “Where’s—?”
“He’s in his crib.”
“Right.” She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, before walking off to the nursery. Eric was staring up at her from his playpen as he sucked on a bottle. He squirmed and reached out to her in recognition.
“Hey kiddo,” she said as she lifted him. She couldn’t believe how big he was getting. She remembered how much she had yearned for him when she had gone back to college two weeks after giving birth. She remembered how she had made a trip home on every weekend and day off from classes just to hold him, and nurse him, and feel like she was a part of his life. It had been hard.
“We should take you to the doctors.” Her mother appeared in the doorframe, continuing to fret. “You look—”
“I’m fine,” Tris insisted, even though she was drained, malnourished, and still very sore. “Just need some rest.”
She continued to hold Eric despite herself, allowing him to gurgle, prod, and murmur at her as she stroked his back as she had when he was a newborn.
“It’s fine,” she repeated absently, not sure how she had become so good at lying. She could feel her mother still looking at her in concern. “I’ll be on top of things. I mean it this time. This won’t happen again.”
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Some would consider her lucky. She could have a child, precisely, whenever she wanted to. She didn’t exactly have a need for the ability, being a single young woman and all, but still, it was—it was something.
As time passed, Tris felt too guilty for relationships. Being an attractive young college student, she had a wealth of options, but she spent too much time feeling inadequate as a mother to even think about bringing a new party into her life.
Tris didnÂ’t go out anymore, or socialize, either. Instead she concentrated on her studies, and she took her medication religiously. She came to resent college and dorm life. Thankfully for Tris, it was almost over.
TrisÂ’s senior year ended with an excursion in a tropical rainforest in the south. An elusive tribe was suffering a fatal epidemic of a rare disease, so teams of physicians and explorers were periodically leaving vital medication on the border of the tribeÂ’s territory, and thankfully, they were being received. Tris and two of her classmates had enrolled in an expedition to fulfill independent study credits they needed to graduate. Tris had always found the Biomedical field to be fascinating, but nowhere in her studies had she discovered an answer to her own medical anomaly.
After two weeks in the forest, the group successfully left the five large canisters of medication on the outskirts of the tribe territory. To TrisÂ’s disappointment, she didnÂ’t get even a glimpse of the tribespeople or their domestic structures, though she knew it was for the best. The less contact the better, and to defy that would be selfish.
That evening, the group of eight doctors, explorers, and students sat around the camp late into the night, chattering in celebration. They laughed and bonded as they hadnÂ’t earlier on the excursion, when they were focused on the delicate task of discovering the site without intruding upon the natives.
Tris felt her guard sink slightly. She allowed a smile, and even began to talk to one of her classmates, Fiona, about a strange plant they had stumbled upon earlier in the day.
She grumbled about John, their group leader, who had forbidden them from picking any of the plants, beautiful though some of them were.
Tris was just glad the semester was over. In another two weeks, she would be a college graduate, and could finally move on with her life without feeling as though she was stuck at school and away from her family.
They chattered late into the night, by which point they could feel the eyes of dozens of creatures on them, now pleasant rather than eerie. They laughed and drew closer to take refuge in the firelight, conversation renewed by the close proximity.
Tris was one of the last people to drag herself to her tent. She quickly fell asleep, feeling better than she had in a long time.
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Tris was fastidiously diligent with her medication. She was committed to her future goals, and joining the expedition was a huge step for her. In the past, her condition had held her back from agreeing to events of more than a few hours, for fear that it would distract her from her medication somehow. She was proud to have finally gotten this far, and comfortable with herself.
When she awoke the next morning to realize that had left her backpack by the fire pit, she was gripped by panic. She climbed out of her tent and frantically looked around the campsite, but there was no sign of her backpack.
“What’s wrong?” Fiona yawned as she took notice of Tris’s terrified expression.
“My pack,” she managed.
“Oh, geez, did you leave it out?” Fiona sympathized. “A monkey might have grabbed it. You know how they are.”
Tris continued to furiously search, overturning rocks and rummaging around the foliage, even digging through some dirt and poking around the remains of the previous nightÂ’s firewood, but it was no use.
Her backpack was gone.
And so was her medication.
