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Due, Part 2 - Female Version
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Summary: Laura hooks up with the neighborhood sociopath. Contains: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, lactation, birth.
Note: This is the female version of Due.
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You did this on purpose, didnt you? said Laura. She had been dragged off to Dereks expansive apartment, and was currently seated at the head of a small rectangular table, upon which was set a large dinner. Derek sat opposite her, slicing a piece of chicken breast, and not paying her any mind.
Laura threw a glance at the untouched plate. She held her belly with both arms. Her parents were probably stressed out looking for her by now. A missing pregnant eighteen-year-old girl overdue with triplets didnt sound optimistic. I just dont understand why? she said to Derek. I didnt want this. Did you? Did you want babies with me or something? She swallowed.
Derek chewed and swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth. No, he said.
Laura stared.
I just wanted to see you blow up. Derek smirked. I wanted to see you swell to the point of popping with my babies. Mostly, I wanted to make you my fat, pregnant, whore. His eyes swept over Lauras plumpening body.
Laura reddened. Well you got what you wanted, she said, breasts heaving. Im at the point of popping as you say. Look at me, her voice weakened in her distress.
Derek snorted and muttered something Laura just made out: Not even close.
Laura blanched. She tried to stand, but Derek continued.
Im sure youre wondering how I knew things would turn out this way that you would get pregnant. To be honest, I didnt. But I did suspect your hormone disorder. You showed the signs, the subtle features. Mammalian reproduction is actually the focus of my studies, so you seemed perfect for my purposes. I bought you a drink, dosing you with some fertility drugs, and that must have done the trick. You were practically in heat within the hour. You wanted my dick, and I gave it to you.
Lauras face continued to drain of color. Youre a sick bastard, she managed, continuing to rub circles on her belly as the triplets stirred. Their father was a psychopath.
Derek chuckled. News to me, he said sarcastically.
Im leaving. Laura resumed her efforts to stand. With some difficulty, she managed to heave herself out of the chair. She groaned as she arched her back, holding the underside of her belly. It was sticking out more than ever.
I dont think so, Derek said coldly. Remaining in his seat, he began to cut into another piece of chicken.
Laura watched him uncertainly for a moment, before waddling to the living room. When she turned the knob of the front door, she found that it was locked. Her chest tightening, Laura waddled around, searching for an alternative exit. The place was expansive. Walking through the apartment, Laura found two more exit doors, as well as a large window, but they were all locked. By then, she was exhausted. She leaned on the wall and panted, staring at the way her belly rose and fell. She looked up as she heard Derek stroll into the room. Let me go, Laura wheezed.
Derek approached, and ran his finger over Lauras bloated abdomen; her bulging belly button. These are mine. You are mine. And you will all stay here.
Laura shook her head in disbelief. You wont get away with this.
I already am. Derek grabbed Lauras wrist. You didnt finish your dinner.
Laura was helpless as Derek dragged her off. She had to go along with it just to keep her balance. By then she was panting and sweating. Derek dumped her back into her seat at the dining room table.
Eat, Derek ordered.
Frankly, Laura was scared. Though she had no appetite, she lifted her fork and began to mechanically shovel food into her mouth. Her serving was three times the size of Dereks, and there was a strange aftertaste to everything but she tried her best to ignore it. She just prayed she wasnt being drugged. By the time she got through her heaping portions of chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, pasta, and rolls, she was absolutely stuffed. Laura groaned as Derek set a large milkshake in front of her.
Enjoy, Derek deadpanned, taking a seat to her right.
Reluctantly, Laura brought her lips to the straw, and sucked.
Ill have you know, Laura, the food I just served you was sprinkled with animal fatteners, mostly used on farms to help plumpen livestock. The shake youre drinking is a growth hormone used to help cows produce milk. It should make your funbags get nice and plump.
Laura spat out her latest mouthful and stared at Derek in horror.
Derek stood. Finish it, he said sternly.
By then, Laura didnt know what else Derek was capable of. The boy was unhinged as far as Laura could tell. After being kidnapped, and held against her will, Laura didnt want to end up dead. If a milkshake could prevent it, then she would drink. Laura slurped the beverage down to the last drop, and felt sick afterwards. She covered her mouth as a small belch escaped her.
Ill show you to your room. Derek strolled off, and Laura took that as a cue to follow.
Laura struggled to stand, feeling more uncomfortable than ever. Flushed and breathless, she waddled after Derek. The trip to the other side of the apartment felt long. By the time they reached their destination, Lauras legs felt like jelly.
The room was a simple one. There was a bed, and a rug, but no window, and no other furnishings. Laura aimed herself at the bed, but was stopped when suddenly Dereks arms wrapped around her from behind, the familiar sensation of Dereks body pressed to her causing Laura to be flooded with memories of the night Derek had gotten her into this mess. Oh god, Laura breathed as Derek held the sides of her belly, the babies squirming as his hands explored the gravid surface. She felt Dereks hot breath on her neck, Laura
Laura didnt know why, but she gave the slightest of nods.
Suddenly her pants were being slipped down, and Derek was back inside her, Lauras breasts bouncing and belly bobbing as she grunted in rhythm with Dereks thrusts. Dereks hands slid up to her chest, clutching, massaging, squeezing her nipples. Laura yelped. Everything was so hot and so horribly wrong. Lauras eyes rolled up as Derek released. Afterwards, she could barely stand.
Derek kept her upright and hauled her over to the bed. He unceremoniously dumped her there. Later, slut, he said, turning off the lights as he exited the room.
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The next morning at breakfast, Laura felt humiliated. Her stomach was tight, her breasts sore, nipples aching, and her vaginal lips were tingling.
Instead of thinking about what had happened the night before, Laura focused on trying to reason with her captor, You dont understand, Derek. Im three weeks overdue!
Derek looked pleased at this, but said nothing.
Anything could go wrong, said Laura anxiously, but again, she received no response. She rubbed her belly emphatically, her desperation growing. My parents know Im missing. Theyll be looking for me.
They wont have much luck finding you, said Derek.
Laura bit her bottom lip.
You didnt tell them about me, did you?
Laura didnt respond.
As I thought. They wont even know where to start.
Please Derek, they theyre your babies too. And theyre getting kind of cramped, said Laura weakly. Her face reddened. We all are.
Finish your cereal.
The cereal was barely that. It was a massive bowl of farina filled with butter, cream, condensed milk, syrup, bacon fat, couscous, yogurt, chocolate chips, granola, and, Laura suspected, more of the animal fattener, judging by the weird aftertaste following every spoon. Laura barely wanted to touch it, still feeling quite stuffed from the night before. And the mounds on her chest felt strangely tight, plump and tingling.
You dont want to fight me on this Laura, Derek warned. I will win.
Laura forced the cereal down, spoon after spoon. It must have been a 2-gallon bowl full of the stuff. By the end, her belly was pressurized. It didnt just feel that way, but looked it too. Laura pushed back her chair and gazed at her abdomen that was bulging more than ever, and trembling somewhat. It was so uncomfortable, she was close to tears. She saw Derek walk past her, then suddenly lean down behind her chair, wrapping his arms around her from behind, rubbing his hands all over Lauras belly, sliding them beneath her shirt, exploring and massaging it to his pleasure.
Theres no more room, Laura managed, her voice weak and face flushed. Her forehead was sleek with sweat, and she could practically feel her belly pushing forward, slowly growing in Dereks keen hands.
Oh, theres plenty of room, Derek disagreed.
Comments
Joshua S
God, I am so ready for more of this story!
