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Delayed, Part 5
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Summary: A woman makes web cam videos, and is paid to display her pregnancy online. The bigger she grows, the more money she makes. She even takes drugs to delay labor to maximize her income, and promises her clients that she will give birth naturally, and livestream it. People even start placing bets on the day she’ll finally give birth. The woman pushes herself to her absolute limit, and finally can’t hold her babies in any longer. She makes the final arrangements and gets ready to induce herself, when suddenly, at the very last moment, an anonymous follower offers her $10,000,000 to put off her delivery for another month, and sends an advance of $1,000,000 just so she knows he’s serious. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, and more.
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"You WHAT!?" said Brad in outrage.
Penelope was a sobbing mess. "I never wanted to hurt you," she forced out through the uncomfortable shudders of her belly. "It was—it was just goodbye. Parting between me and Richard. I hadn't known how s-serious things would become between you and me, Brad. I never intended for this to happen. I j-just wanted a fresh start between the t-two of us."
"So you lied to me all this time." Brad motioned to the huge swell presently perched on her lap where she was seated on the living room couch. "You had me thinking I was responsible for—god," Brad shook his head. He went to the living room closet and forcefully opened the door. He tore his jacket off a hanger before shoving his arms into the sleeves.
"B-Brad," Penelope stammered. "Please—"
"How did you think I was going to react?" said Brad, his voice cracking. "It's over. You—you tricked me. And you lied. None of this was ever even real."
"Brad, that's not true!" Penelope protested, but Brad had already pulled open the front door and was marching out of the house. Penelope couldn't have gone after him had she tried. She felt pinned to the couch beneath the weight of her body and anxieties.
She had known this was coming for a while but it was still devastating to face the reality of it.
She would have only the night to process the break up, because in the morning, Richard would be dropping the kids off.
Penelope had at least been prepared for the likelihood of Brad dumping her. She had a nanny already picked out, due to arrive the following afternoon.
It was still rough, to be pregnant and single. She was free of the issue of the growing tension with Brad, but in its place was a heavy sense of loneliness.
The next two weeks seemed to drag on at a snail's pace. She was growing and growing, while becoming withdrawn, because her discomfort took all her attention when she wasn't trying to get work done.
The new nanny would keep busy attending to the children while sometimes giving Penelope looks of awe. Penelope couldn't blame her.
She was massive. Her belly was so huge it often felt as though it was crushing her thighs.
She tried to spread her legs and get into different positions to keep her limbs from going numb. Her belly was occupied by constant lurching movements that made it seem as though even the babies there were puzzled as to why they had yet to be born.
Penelope missed her next court date. She couldn't be bothered to care. She knew that very soon she would be able to give birth, and Richard's case against her would be a non-issue.
She wore her assortment of maternity night shirts and nighties, most of them ill-fitting, yet they were the only things in her wardrobe that came close to accommodating her belly. The material would stretch over the swollen mound, an generous portion of her belly bulging out beneath. The fabric hugged onto her hugely swollen breasts. Penelope usually went braless because anything else was unbearable on her tender nipples.
It was getting truly difficult to stay mobile. She felt unbalanced most times she got to her feet, and had to grip onto walls and other fixtures just to feel confident moving forward. It was a huge strain on her hips and back. Her belly felt low, pressing heavily on her pelvis. She felt beyond ready to start pushing. She just had to complete her end of the deal.
It was her final night of the pregnancy, as the following day, she would get her payment and be able to give birth.
She was as relieved as she was miserable. She tried to contain her sobs, her belly pushing and shuddering, at times looking as though it was swelling out with the visible pulsations. She truly looked as though she was about to burst. She was a month and a half overdue with triplets, and she felt every inch of their weight and pressure in her body. The movements had become twitchy and lethargic, as though there was just no space left for them to move around inside her.
Penelope's face was red, her skin soaked in sweat as she squirmed, panted, and tried to contain her groans. She thought her belly was almost as big as she was. It felt like a bolder against her torso.
"Penelope, are you...okay?" asked Pam, the nanny, giving that alarmed look she seemed to perpetually wear when Penelope was around.
It took Penelope a moment to respond. She felt a bit delirious. "Y-yes. Of course.” She didn't even try to force a smile. She didn't think her lips could contort that way anymore.
"Right. Okay. Well the kids are down for the night. Are you sure there isn't anything else you need?"
"Have a good night, Pam," Penelope whispered.
Pam nodded and walked off. Penelope could hear the sounds of her gathering her things, but didn't have the energy to turn her head to see. The door opened.
"'Night," said Pam.
Then the door closed and all was silent.
Penelope didn't envy what she had to do next.
It took an hour just to will herself to get up, but she didn't have much of a choice by that point. Her whole lower body was aching, her groin feeling impossibly heavy and pressurized, and for the umpteenth time she resisted the urge to just start trying to push despite the fact that she wasn't in labor.
There was a cane and walker near her spot on the couch. Penelope grabbed for the walker this time. She really should have considered hiring additional help, but it had seemed wasteful to get someone just for the short remainder of her pregnancy.
Penelope grunted out as she gripped the walker, pulling while forcing as much strength as she could to her legs.
When she finally got up, her belly bumped into the arms of the walker, because it was wider than the device and thus didn't have much space at all. She moaned, one of her hands moving to grip the underside of her belly, though it did little to help. She had to get to bed.
Penelope inched forward.
Her honeydew-sized breasts bobbed and jiggled on her chest as she took gasps of air, struggling to fill her lungs. As she got to her bedroom she noticed that her belly was close to scraping either side of the doorframe. She couldn't believe how massive she had become.
She didn't bother with changing. She seemed to always be dressed in night clothes anyway. Penelope was wearing the ill-fitting top and a pair of shorts that were stretched and shoved down over the recent growth of her hips and ass, some over her crack protruding over the hem. In fact, the shorts seemed more like underwear by then. Penelope was just swollen everywhere.
When she sat down in bed, the largeness of her belly pushed her large breasts into her chin. She leaned back and had the air knocked out of her lungs as her weight fell against her, pinning her down. She gasped, struggled, and managed to roll onto her side.
As much as she usually liked being pregnant, she had taken it to a level beyond even her capacity for enjoyment. But it would all be over soon.
Tomorrow, she reminded herself, grimacing through the lurching movements in her stomach. This would all be over tomorrow, one way or another. She just had to hang on a little while longer, even if that entailed another night spent groaning and squirming through the shudders and movements, and decidedly not getting much sleep at all.
Penelope dozed repetitively but never managed to fall into a deep slumber. She would wake up gasping for whining out, clutching her abdomen as it heaved and throbbed. Other times it trembled, her muscles contracting even though she wasn't in labor. It was the sheer strain.
She got up in the morning feeling completely exhausted, but told herself that she had adrenaline to rely on when the time came.
When Richard came to pick up the kids, he no longer looked angry or offended, he just looked rather scared. By then he had given up on trying to reason with her.
"The courts will not be pleased that you missed your last date," he said. "It's an illegal offense. And where children are involved—"
"I couldn't care less," Penelope cut him off. "Do I look like I'm in any condition to be wasting time with your pointless efforts to harass me?"
Richard's face twisted in a sour look but he kept his mouth shut. He left with the kids and Penelope was relieved to be rid of him. Almost as much as she missed him. And longed for him. Wanted him beside her over the course of what would be a long and painful delivery.
It will all be over after today, Penelope thought again, repeating it in her head like a mantra. It helped keep her spirits up. That, and the awareness that she was going to be very wealthy very soon. She would be untouchable to Richard and the courts. She wouldn't need to work at all if that suited her.
Throughout the day she could barely eat. It wasn't just nerves. She felt truly stuffed. Her nipples had started leaking relentlessly. The new doula was scheduled to arrive later that afternoon, which was when Penelope would be induced.
Maybe her eagerness was getting the best of her, because she felt as though she was straining to contain them.
She was so big. Most of her time was spent sprawled somewhere clutching what she could of her mass. She didn't even know how she was going to give birth to babies of this size. The time came to prep for the live stream, which proved an arduous process of staggering and sweating as she set up her computer and camera. She didn't bother with dressing in a particularly nice or provocative manner. She just donned shorts and a tank top, both of which she had outgrown a while ago. She was too exhausted to do anything more. The doorbell rang and Penelope just managed to drag herself into the living room, gasping by then. "Come in!" she called out.
A woman entered. She looked to be in her thirties and was carrying a large workbag. Penelope had never met the new doula in person before, but Amy had been keen and optimistic, and had never asked too many questions in their online interactions. At that moment, however, Amy caught sight of Penelope's massive midsection, she just looked shocked.
"Mrs—P-Pryce?" she managed.
"It's so nice to finally meet you?" said Penelope as amiably as she could, while struggling to keep it together. "Shall we get started?"
Thankfully Amy didn't flee. Instead she helped Penelope to the bed in the office where Penelope did her best to find a comfortable position that would still facilitate labor.
"Ready?" said Amy nervously. She was holding a syringe that would inject a powerful induction drug directly into Penelope's bloodstream.
Penelope nodded. "Let's get this over with."
Amy injected the drug and after a few moments Penelope finally felt the first stirrings of labor deep in her core.
Penelope gasped as her belly squeezed around her babies, shoving them downwards if just for the duration of the spasm. It was really happening!
"Your first contraction," Amy observed the heave. "That's a good sign." Her voice was airy and uncertain. She kept her phone close.
Penelope had her cell phone as well, though she had no intention of using it to call for medical support. She had her bank account open and was constantly reloading the screen, waiting for her nine-million-dollar payment to populate and her balance to update. A deal was a deal, after all.
As Penelope was hit with her second contraction, there was a forceful pounding on the front door.
Amy startled. "I'll see who it is." She walked off as Penelope grimaced. Now was not the time for interference. She imagined it was one of the men in her life wanting to fight some more. The sheer thought was draining.
The reality was worse. Her office door burst open and two police officers marched in, Amy standing helplessly behind them. "Penelope Pryce, you are under arrest for child endangerment, contempt of court, and contract breach."
