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Dr. Steve Lowell's Case #27 Davina Star-Jackson
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SteveLowellOBGYN
Case #27 Davina Star-Jackson

Dr. Steve Lowell, LA’s premier OB/GYN and head doctor managing the world’s foremost cutting-edge fertility clinic, was driving to work when he got a strange text from his chief research assistant, nurse Paige Quest.

Special request coming in office today! You won’t believe it! VIP.

Strange requests were nothing new in his mission to end infertility once and for all. But their super fertility experiments were designed in complete secrecy. VIP is not always a good thing. Even speeding up his arrival, nurse Paige was waiting in the parking lot.

“They’re waiting for you in your office already.”

“Who?”

“I’m not gonna spoil it for you.” She smiled.

Doctor Lowell opened up the door to his office to see the back of a balding head of a man with a bad electric blue dye job and a young woman sitting beside him. The doctor recognized him in an instant.

“Champ! I don’t believe it.”

The couple turned around. They were both wearing oversized gaudy sunglasses. His blue hair was greasily slicked back. He wore a tiger-printed leather jacket and a tight black shirt above his bedazzled jeans and motorcycle boots.

“Pleasure to meet you, Doc.” said Eric "The Wrangler" Jackson, a former wrestling heavyweight whose gimmick involved bringing live animals into his finishing moves.

“I used to love watching you wrestle back in the day! I watched your match against the Bandito Brothers live!”

“Ha! I still got the scars from that! This is my wife, Davina.”

The woman beside wore a tight tiger printed bodysuit that went straight down under her thigh-high leather boots. Her giant sunglasses were framed by straight, jet-black hair and so dark they hid her eyes. Steve could tell she’d had at least a recent lip injection, and most likely, new breast augmentations She snapped gum between her teeth and her focus was entirely on her phone. She didn’t look up when she was introduced.

“Sup.”

Doctor Lowell sat across from them behind his desk and Nurse Paige entered, closing the door and but stayed behind their new patients.

“What can I do for you, Champ?”

“Five-time Champ, remember!” He said smiling through a mouth filled with gold teeth. “I don’t know if you still follow wrestling all that much, but I’m set be inducted in the hall of fame next year.”

“Congratulations! Long overdue!”

“Yeah, but I’ll tell ya, the young blood today, they love to unseat the champ. Right now, my record holds, but who knows for how long. So, I got to thinking, time to set my eyes on a NEW record.” He said and slapped the thighs of his wife. She continued to text and scroll.

“Of course! Not sure what I can do in that department, but I’d be glad to help!” He eyed them both up carefully. His clinic usually dealt with women's fertility issues, but if he had to guess, based off the age and lifestyle of the wrestling world, he might be getting very close to his favorite wrestler.

“Well, all my kids are fully grown and doing their own things. But they're a bunch of uptight, spoiled losers. You’d think with a father like me, they’d turn themselves into something worthwhile.” The Wrangler spoke quickly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say…” Steve tried

The Wrangler didn’t like being cut off. “So anyways, me and the missus her just got married three months ago. And while we were on our honeymoon, I saw a big ass baby and realized, that’s what I'm missing! I want you to help the ol’ girl here kick out the biggest baby ever recorded.”

Paige rolled her eyes in the back of the room. There was a silence while Doctor Steve searched for words. He looked at the wrestler’s wife, who made no acknowledgement of what he’d said or if she even heard it at all.

“So, you want me to…impregnate your wife…”

“With my spunk of course! The piping ain’t so good anymore but the juice works!”

“Ok, sure. And then after impregnation, you want us to….do what exactly?”

The Wrangler shrugged. “Help bake the bun! Make that belly rise boy!” He rubbed her stomach. She snapped her gum and scrolled down more on her phone. Her other hand mindlessly twirled the end of her hair.

“We don’t…deal with that, Mr. Wrangler. We work more with infertility issues. If she can’t get pregnant, that’s one thing. But this is something different.”

“I know this ain’t your typical bread’n’butter, but don’t worry. I’m willing to pay. I have my expectations of course, but I’m happy to pay outta pocket for her expenses, room’n’board, and make a considerable donation to the research ya’ll got going on around here.”

“Davina, how do you feel about this.”

She finally looked up, but even then, he couldn’t tell if he was looking at her under the sunglasses. She snapped her gum before she spoke.

“Sure. Whatever daddy wants? Daddy gets.” She went back to her phone.

“So whaddya say Doc? Let's have a record-bustin-baby worthy of my legacy!”

“A moment to speak with my nurse, please.” The Wrangler stood up and Davina followed him out automatically. Steve had been watching Paige hold back a laugh the entire time at this ridiculous request. When they left the room, they both chuckled.

“How do I tell this guy no?” The doctor asked.

“You’re not gonna do it?”

Steve was taken aback. “No! Of course not! This is so stupid!”

“Can you even do it?” Paige asked in a challenging tone. If there’s one thing Steve hated it’s when people questioned his abilities as a doctor and practitioner.

“Sure. We basically just supe her up on a vitamin IV drip until she delivers. If that doesn't work, we could pump her full of protein and organic prenatal steroids. It’s theoretical, but not impossible.”

“Would it be healthy for the baby, and safe for the mother?”

“Of course, assuming she consents to inpatient care. We have to monitor her closely and complete dietary control. But does that woman LOOK like she’s going to consent to spend the next nine months in a hospital ward?”

“She consented to marry the Champ, so she's got low standards” Paige joked, “Plus, is he going to take no for an answer? Guy like him has the means and power to get what he wants anyway. Better her to get treatment from us than someone without her best interest at heart.”

“Ugh. Are we really doing this?”

“C’mon, it costs us nothing, we get to explore another aspect of human development in the womb, and hey,” she punched him in the shoulder, “We add a world record to the resume.”

Doctor Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine. But she’s YOUR patient. You're taking the driver’s seat with this one.”

“You mean…enter the ring with Mrs. Champ? No problem.” She strolled out to the hall and called the couple back in.

“We’ll take your case. Given the unusual ask, the patient will be under the care of Nurse Paige. In order for this to…. work…” he quickly added “and we make no guarantees! But the patient must consent to stay here for the duration of her pregnancy and follow our strict dietary and supplement regimen. Does the patient consent?”

Davina hadn’t taken her eyes off the phone the whole time, but the Champ was all too happy to speak for her new bride.

“She sure does!”

“You are not the patient, Champ.”

He smacked Davina’s thigh.

“Owie! What?”

“Does the patient consent? For the next 9 months, you're gonna be on lockdown. This is a secret experiment, so you won’t be able to leave the hospital and only he can visit you.”

“I get my own room?”

“Yes.”

“Sure, fine, whatever.” Back to the phone she goes. Steve sighed and shot Paige a look showing his exhaustion already that just put a bigger grin on her face.

“We’ll inseminate you next week. Wrangler, be ready. Davina? Bring anything you can to make your stay comfortable.”

After a full week of reflection, Doctor Steve didn’t feel any better about what they were doing. He had the Wrangler's sample ready, and Davina was on all fours bracing herself for Nurse Paige’s insertion of prenatal steroids. Thankfully, it was much less than the usual dose since fertility wasn't an issue here. Even on the exam table, she looked down at her phone. When the needle went in, she didn’t make a sound, didn’t even flinch.

Doctor Steve instructed her to turn and spread her legs. She obliged without response, and in went the inseminator. He lost interest in being polite by then and gushed her full of her husband's fresh sample. She responded with the slightest of twitches.

"Well. Now, we wait."

"Whatever."

Nurse Paige offered her in a wheelchair and pushed her to her room, with Steve and her husband going back to his office. She snapped and popped her gum and was taken away while two orderlies went out to their truck for her luggage. They had to grab a gurney to put her four massive cases on there and fight to push it back to her room. As they passed by his door, Steve laughed thinking about unlikely it is any of those clothes will fit in a month.

"Well doc, whuddya say?" There's was a note of hunger in the way the Wrangler asked it.

"It went as well as possible, the rest is on keeping her relaxed and maximizing growth."

"Good, good, bigger the oven, the bigger the bun, I always say!" He got and eagerly shook his hand. "Anything else you need from me, give me a holler!"

He stood up and held his phone. At that moment, an UNKNOWN caller rang his phone. "Sorry gotta take that," he picked up, and said "Of course, honey, don't worry. I'm heading to you next." Doctor Steve had a funny feeling he wouldn't see him again for the next 40 weeks. He hoped Nurse Paige was ready for what she was in for.

No one was surprised when the patient turned out to be the most frustrating, uncooperative, self-centered bitch Paige had ever worked with. She absolutely refused to abide by her diet from the get-go. She complained and gagged through her vitamins every morning, and left piles of unfinished protein bars on the counter at night. She got into a screaming match with Paige about the flavor, the texture, the moisture, everything. Paige explained she wasn't at a resort, but Davina countered by demanding that with the amount of money her husband was spending for her care, she should at least be able to get her in protein in smoothie form. Paige abided and would go out of her way to personally mix 5 protein shakes for her and only her, as she passed out pre-wrapped bars to every other woman on the floor during her rounds.

Davina's relationship with the other girls wasn't going any better. During her first Lamaze class, before she was even showing, she bumped into Lily (or Lily bumped into her more accurately), a pregnant blonde with pigtails, a lollipop hanging out her mouth, and a late-stage septuplet pregnant belly, waddled right up to introduce herself.

"Golly, you're mighty pretty miss! I wish I had clothes like that...back then!" she chuckled, and stuck out her belly by putting her hands behind her lower back for both effect and support.

"How old are you?" Davina in disbelief. She was nearly arm's distance away and still, that disgusting giant belly almost managed to touch her.

"I'll turn 21 right before, I pop." Lily's smile dropped a little with uncertainty as she added, "I hope."

"I'm fucking shocked that such a little slut could grow into such a huge cow." she said and stepped past a now shocked and hurt Lily.

She cried her eyes out while the other mothers-to-be ran to her side and surrounded Davina, cursing her out. In Davina's Beverly Hills brain, they were all horrid and disfigured. Some wore makeup and looked normal, even pretty, from the neck up. But the boobs were jiggly and bouncy and out of control on top of distended, bloated bellies held up by legs she could barely even see. It was like something from a nightmare. She screamed and the Lamaze teacher ended class before it began. Nurse Paige called her to her office to deal with her patient.

Nurse Paige tried to explain to her that most patients with carrying singles don't stay here at all. She was a special case.

"Thank God I'm only having one. I would go insane if I got anywhere near that big," she said. Nurse Paige said she would be quarantined to her room as punishment, but Davina retaliated by asking if she could make that permanent. Before she went right back to her phone.

That phone. That goddamn phone. Every day staring at that phone. She didn't even bother to turn on the TV in her room! She just popped in her little earbuds and scrolled and scrolled. Doctor Steve made sure the hospital didn't get cell phone service, didn't give the Wi-Fi to any patients, so they could keep total privacy. It didn't stop Davina. She still snapped her outfits every day, and the only thing she bitched about more than her vitamins were the Instagram followers she was losing per diem after taking all day to load half the page.

Without her husband, Nurse Paige became her fashion photographer, snapping photos she was a little too happy to take. At the moment, Paige was between girlfriends, and she knew that her small breasts and wide hips wouldn't land any lesbian who looked like Davina. But she would kill for a girl with her body. She didn't even want to look like that, she just wanted to be with a girl with big tits, straight hair, clean skin, and a fat ass. Her attractiveness made dealing with Davina worse because she knew she was beautiful AND terrible.

By the end of the first month, Davina's problems had grown faster than she had. The only time she cooperated with Paige was by maintaining explicit measurements of her growth. Even then, she was SO meticulous about the numbers and dimensions that she still became a burden. To her, a centimeter of growth was an inch of defeat. She kept crying because even though she still wasn't showing, she had quantifiable proof her body was slipping away. She fit into all her pre-pregnancy clothes, but they were getting tighter. And worse, no one was there to appreciate how good she was looking in the moment, with her tits and ass swelling up just perfectly.

It was two months in that things came to a head. Paige could deal with the scrolling, the bitching, the frequent gum-snapping and popping, and her general disregard for other people. But there was a line she could not cross.

Davina had put on a beanie, sunglasses, and a jacket, over a bodysuit that clung to her curves tighter than ever before. Paige walked in to see her sitting on her stool with her arms crossed.

"Good morning, Davina, going somewhere?"

"Yes. I'm doing brunch with my girls."

Paige laughed at the absurdity of it.

"No, you're not!" It sounded ruder than she'd intended, but every inpatient knew they don't leave the clinic until delivery is over.

"Fuck you. I've got a car 10 minutes away." She held the screen to her Nurse indignantly. While the map wouldn't load in the low WIFI service, she did have a ride app open and a car en route.

"Davina, absolutely not," Paige said, now with genuine concern for her patient.

"Look at me!" She stood sideways and pushed her belly out. From this angle, her belly had finally started to stretch from growth. Davina had no idea, but in two months, she was already the average size of a 4.5-month normal pregnancy. Doctor Steve and Paige had secretly both agreed if they were going for a record birth, they were going to make sure it would be unbreakable. But to Davina, any sign of visual change was enough for her to snap. "I need to see my girls so they can tell me if I'm getting fat."

"Davina, you're getting pregnant." Paige replied calmly "That's not fat. That's motherhood. That's a baby."

"That's enough!" She said and tried to storm her way to the door. She was half a foot taller, and wearing boots, but Paige held her ground and put her back to the nob.

Davina tried to push her, to physically force her arms down, and slide her feet from under her. Paige had never gotten into a physical altercation with a patient, so she grabbed the wall phone next to her and pressed Steve's office.

"I need back up, STAT," she said and left it off the hook. Steve was at the door with three male orderlies in an instant.

He gently knocked on the door, "Paige, you, OK?"

"Stand by."

Paige slipped the door open and Davina took her chance. Paige didn't stop her and let her run right into Steve's arms between the doorframe. Behind him were three orderlies ready to pounce. He wrapped one arm around her and walked her right back into the room. He gestured to a seat and suggested she take it.

Davina crossed her arms and gave him a look that shot daggers.

"Care to explain?" he asked calmly.

"Fuck all you sick fucking scientists. I'm not gonna be one of your human cows. I don't give a fuck about the old man or his records. I'm too fucking young and too fucking hot to be a mom anyway!"

"Not gonna happen. You agreed to the deal, and you're pregnant. No one else. Now, we're responsible for you."

"No! You're keeping me prisoner! I'll do a fucking hunger strike like I did to my parents in high school! And you're not my step-daddy!" she screamed the last bit. Patients in the hallway stopped their waddling to put their ears to the wall to hear the fight.

"I'm sorry, but if you're going to injure yourself, now we have to step in." He nodded to the orderlies. They moved in efficient unison. Two grabbed her arms in step, and the third grabbed both her legs as soon as she was lifted up.

"Get your fucking hands off me you fucking assholes!" By the time the sentence was finished, they'd pinned her back on the bed and Steve had thrown restraints on her ankles and wrists. "What the fuck is this?"

"Well, technically we installed the restraints to support patients in physically traumatizing delivery, but I guess this works too," he said. "Congratulations, you're the first person to ever scream at us in the office who's not in active labor. Nurse Paige, may I see you outside?"

The orderlies waited in the room while the doctor and the nurse left. When the door opened, heavily pregnant patients tried to quickly pretend like nothing happened. Two girls bumped bellies into each other and one rolled over another's foot in a wheelchair.

"I told you this would happen!" Doctor Steve said. He was mad, and the only time Paige saw him mad is when the receptions messed up paperwork or a patient refused to push.

"I'm sorry! You were right, I misread the situation." she said humbly, "But I can still fix this, I can still handle her!"

"How are you going to deal with her 'hunger strike?' I'm worried she might even try to hurt herself."

"We have ways of making her eat. We'll triple down on the protein shakes until she wants to shape up." She thought twice before she added, "I'll even use the Pump if I have to."

Doctor Steve rolled his eyes. "Don't be dramatic, but if things escalate...do your job."

"One thing is for sure," Paige said. "No more Mrs. Nice Nurse."

She walked back in and dismissed the orderlies. She wanted to be alone with her patient. She brought in her morning smoothie as a peace offering.

"Fuck no," Davina said and glared her teeth at her since it was all she had left.

Paige placed the smoothie on the counter and rolled her chair up next to Davina's bed. She wanted to be on eye level as she spoke.

"To be honest, I'm sorry this happened. I can't imagine what you're going through, or what you've been through," Paige said, "But we can do this together, as a team, and I can try and make this place comfortable and easy for you during your pregnancy or if you want to test me, this place is going to be worse than prison."

"Fine, gimme the smoothie." Davina relinquished.

Paige gave her a warm smile and put a straw into the drink. She handed it over and Davina stretched her neck to wrap her lips around the straw. She took a big slurp.

"Thank you! I knew we'd..."

Paige was cut off when Davina spit the smoothie back into her face. It splashed off her glasses and got into her mouth, and all over her clean white lab coat. Davina looked up at the ceiling and laughed her ass off. She took a deep breath before looking back over at Paige's mess for a fresh wave of hilarity. Paige hadn't been this humiliated since high school. What are about beautiful women makes them so mean she thought while fighting back the tears.

"I didn't deserve that."

She calmly got up from her stool and turned away from Davina. She didn't even bother cleaning herself up. Instead, she reached for a clean facemask with a hole in it for oxygen and poked around the cabinets till she found a funnel and a tube. The tube was a little thicker than the hole in the mask, just like she hoped. She pinched the end through and pulled the mask halfway up.

She sat back down on the spool and spun around. When Davina took another deep breath between laughs, Paige jammed the tube into her mouth and pulled the facemask down, strapping it around her head. Davina's eyes bulged wide as she gagged on the forceful insertion.

"There we are! That's much better." Paige said, "I'm glad you pointed out how inefficient the straw was. This will get that smoothie in your belly much faster!" She gently patted her hand on Davina's tight belly.

Davina's shock turned to anger as she whipped her head off the pillow and tried to gurgle something at her.

"What's that? You want to knock it all out in one go? You're funeral." Paige shrugged as she grabbed the four other thick, frothing smoothies from the fridge.

Davina pushed herself into the corner of her bed, as far as the restraints allowed. Her panting could be heard through the tube. This time, she managed to get 'uh uh' through, clear as day.

"Uh-huh! Here comes the first one!"

Paige pulled the straw out of the cup and turned it upside down to fill the funnel in one go. It seeped through the tube at all once but bottlenecked at the pinch through the mask. Then, it slowly passed through and disappeared past Davina's lips. She shook her head with rage, but the mask and the tube went right along with her. She pulled and kicked her restraints with every muscle she had. Paige heard her trying to close her throat, so she dumped the next shake in as well.

Now, the entire tube was thickened with the smoothie. It poured from the top straight down, and Paige lifted it to make sure gravity did a little extra work. Davina's bony beautiful high cheeks were bulging at the brim like chipmunks. Paige stared her down into submission until she saw the slightest flinch in her eyelid and heard the sound of victory.

GULP. SLURP. GULP.

Davina succumbed and started sucking down the tube. Her restraints grew lax as she lay there guzzling. As she chugged enough to start to make progress and see some air in the line, Paige dashed her hopes by grabbing the third container and making up plenty more than the difference. Davina's eyes were wet with tears and she made a little whimper between her gasps and gulps.

"Look at that! You're almost halfway there!" With the sudden rush of fluids, her stomach felt full quickly. Paige saw the bloat start to show and rubbed her belly with her free hand. The bodysuit was getting tighter and the gallon of the smoothie hadn't settled and felt alive under her palm.

"What do you think your girls would have said about this?" she wondered out loud and watched her belly swell in all directions. Then came the rip. The bodysuit tore open in a hole in the middle and Davina's lardy belly spilled out through. She squealed and kicked her feet at the noise. "Oops. Shoulda probably had you change." Paige said out loud, starting to pour in the fourth smoothie.

As the last little bit flowed through the facemask, Davina's chest was breathing heavily. She was sucking air in through her nose so hard her nostrils flared. Her cheeks were red and tired from holding their puffy shape. Her belly was swollen up past all doubt of pregnancy now, her belly button parallel with her nipples. The suit ripped entirely between belly and boob. Paige shook out the last little bit and finally removed the facemask and placed it beside her on the counter.

"You....bitch..." Davina gasped.

"Oooh! Almost forgot your vitamins!" She ran over to the counter to get them. She also grabbed a tiny rinse cup and filled it with water to wash them down. She held the cup out in front of Davina. "Will this work or should I bring the mask back?"

"Gimme it." She stuck out her tongue and Paige put the pills on there and brought the water to her lips. "Can you let me go now?"

"Oh God no." Paige said, already halfway to the door, "No, let's make sure tonight's vitamins go down just as well, and then I'll let you go."

Paige smiled at her and gave her a wave as she left. She had a last-minute thought and said to Davina, "You know, I'm glad I didn't end up using the Pump. That really would have been overdramatic."

While Davina was still visibly unhappy for the next few months, she was cooperative as she plumped out in every direction, she was submissive to avoid the humiliation of another tube-feeding. She was cold and uncaring to Paige, but she cooperated, and that was all Paige could ask for. She had even started to attend Lamaze and exercise classes again, but the other patients made sure she knew she wasn't welcome, and she went through the exercises in the back corner by herself, or with the teacher when she needed a partner.

One change no one on the medical staff had accounted for was the violence within her womb by carrying such a massive baby. Any kick to her bladder would make Davina piss herself instantly. All of the baby's movements were hard and painfully sharp against her normal uterus. Of course, with this being her first child, she had no other reference for normal fetal behavior, and with each loud grunt and groan, neither she nor Paige would mention it. They both silently agreed she needed to suck it up.

Davina was fully ripened, looking full-term and big. She clung to her last, loosest pieces of clothing, a pair of baggy sweatpants that she could fold around her underbelly and two designer sweaters that barely wrapped around her boobs. Her belly was permanently exposed, and she refused to wear anything labeled 'maternity.' Every day she'd helplessly copy down her measurements getting bigger and bigger, and increasing growth in each month. Davina avoided scales and mirrors above all else.

But those were just the numerical interpretation of the pain she felt physically in order to maintain her vanity. The tightness in her breasts from her bras and sweaters. Pulling her pants up to keep them from falling. The ache in her back and the waddle in her gait get wider and wider. And worst of all, that big, stretchy white dome in the middle that'd grown so large she could never fully get out of her line of sight.

That all changed at six months. Doctor Steve insisted on conducting her ultrasound himself, but before it started, he saw something that shocked even him. As he was about to apply the gel, a nearly fully-developed hand moved around under her skin, where he could count individual figures. Davina groaned and held her side. Then, two serious kicks from one little foot made such an impact Steve was worried the skin would puncture. The pain sent Davina shooting upright in bed and bending her back in agony. And she pissed herself again.

"Holy shit!" Steve yelled.

"What? What's wrong?" Davina panted with watery eyes and crotch.

"How long have you been feeling movements like that?"

"Oh, he's been kicking for a few months. They just keep getting stronger, but I'll be fine." Davina passed it off.

"No, you won't. I'm worried about the lining of your uterus. If you're carrying a child big enough to swing like that already, then we're going to pump you full of fat to try to ease that impact and give your organs a break."

"Don't do that," Davina said. It was a request that teetered on the edge of begging.

"No, this is nuts." Steve was barely listening; he was looking at charts from her previous exams. "Paige, calipers."

Nurse Paige pulled out a set of perfect stainless steel obstetric calipers that terrified an unknowing Davina.

"What are you going to do with those?"

Steve took the largest set and started to prod both sides of Davina's belly. She was quaking so much the instrument itself actually shivered back and forth, but Steve was now fully in doctor mode and hyper-focused.

"Yeah, it's too much. We're gonna have to start pumping her daily." Steve shook his head in dismay. "The skin is just too thin to take. The baby has got to be right near the record or past it by now, but it's too close."

"But wait! That's great right? Let's get this baby out of me today!" Davina said with panicked enthusiasm, "Why don't you just wheel me into the operating room, cut this belly open, and get that baby out."

"No no, you're nowhere near full term yet." Then, Steve added as an afterthought, "Besides, we only do natural births here. No c-sections."

Davina froze. Even her breath went still and her belly hardened like a boulder. Her eyelids drooped down over her eyes into a glazed expression. Her voice took a dark turn that now had the attention of both her caretakers.

"What do you mean. No c-section?"

"This was all part of the deal Davina," he said. "You're gonna have the baby naturally for the record."

"No, no. Absolutely not. Get me the fuck out of here." she said trying to get off the bed. She was only wearing slippers since her feet and swollen so much, and even hopping off a bed made her knees buckle with the wait. Steve and Paige went straight for the door.

"No, fuck you, I'm not doing this." Tears were streaming down her eyes, but her voice held strong. She was furiously dialing a number on her phone. She put it on speaker and held it out. The WRANGLER was on caller id. "I'm going to a real fucking hospital and having a real fucking surgery."

"Hey baby!" a voice said on the phone "I been meaning to call..."

“You didn't bother to fucking call once in six months!" she cried, "These motherfuckers seem to think I’m having a natural birth. You tell them someone’s gonna cut me open and rip this kid out. I wanna come home, baby!"

The silence on the other line spoke louder than words. Davina's mouth was agape in horror.

“Doctor's orders, baby.” the voice said flatly.

“No...” It was barely above a whisper.

“Why do you think we went to them for treatment? They’re the best. They do it how it’s supposed to be done.”

“Please. I can't.”

“Of course, you can.” He said in a cool voice. "And you will. You're carrying the champ’s baby, after all."

The phone call ended. She dropped the phone she held onto this whole pregnancy and it smashed to pieces on the floor. She looked down, but couldn't see the damage because her belly blocked the floor from her view. For the first time, she turned and looked in the mirror but somehow didn't recognize the woman looking back at her. And she knew this was the smallest she would be for the next three months in the same instant. Steve and Paige escorted her back to the bed. Before she got on, she doubled over in pain from fetal movements. She didn't hold back a scream that had been building in the last few minutes of revelations.

"Davina, I'm so sorry that just happened to you. That's terrible and we will try to make that right," Steve said, "But for now your health is my top priority. Paige, go get the Pump."

Paige looked like she was going to protest her boss for a minute, then gave Davina a sad look and left the room.

"How much?" Paige asked in the doorway.

"The ten-gallon," he answered.

"I was afraid you'd say that," she mumbled as she left.

As Davina silently laid on her back looking up at the ceiling. The doctor hummed around her but she could only look at the fluorescent light between vinyl ceiling tiles. From the moment she married the Wrangler, she thought she’d never deal with unpleasantness again. She remembered the days she’d laid on yacht decks while Steve slid her ankles into the restraints. She remembered the nights she’d be dancing in exotic bars on foreign shores while one limp wrist was locked in after the other. She was thinking of the many handsome partners and lovers she’d had the world round and where they were now and what they were up to and just when she smiled thinking about the passionate sex and drugs and parties, Paige returned pulling the heavy machine into her exam room.

The grey and silver machine looked like a transparent garbage can filled with grey, bubbling liquid from top to bottom. Off the lid we’re three tiny tubes, less wide than a straw, running into a gasmask with a face screen and lights on the side.

” Oh, so that’s the Pump.” Davina said with a smile. She tried to cough back and fight the laughter, but she lost it. She thought it was so funny the doctors thought it was remotely possible to fill her any further. The Pump would be her escape. Surely, it was so big that she would burst from this and die, but at least her pregnancy would shortly be over.

While Paige was pressing buttons and the machine was making noises of waking, Doctor Steve approached her with a pair of scissors.

"I'm sorry, but I've got to cut these away. You're only going to be in hospital gowns from here on out."

He said it so seriously, that Davina laughed even harder. She kept laughing as her restraints were pulled over her head, and the doctor began to cut her garments away, starting below her boob, and working his way up to her neck.

"That tickles!" she laughed as her massive watermelon breasts fell to either side, like miniature versions of her massive belly. She was proud somehow, they were still so perky, despite being swollen and itchy.

Doctor Steve was surprised when he started cutting through her sweatpants. "Oh my, you're not wearing any underwear?"

"God no!" Davina was laughing so hard Steve and Paige had to crack a smile, "Oh God! I only brought G-strings! I ripped two pair’s months ago! I've haven't worn underwear in forever!"

Paige approached her and smiled, then put the tube into Davina’s mouth when she had calmed down and caught her breath. She took it without protest. Paige applied the gas mask and pressed some of the settings on the side and fresh clean air began to flow into Davina’s face. It made her laugh harder. She realized the machine had to provide air or else she’d be so stuffed she’d suffocate. She wondered if anyone had ever died from that instead of popping.

“Look, until I have a better handle on that baby, I’m putting you on bed rest until further notice,” Steve added as he put a blanket over her mound of taught, naked flesh. “I need you to treat that belly like a time bomb and do everything in your power to keep it from going off.”

Davina bit her lip to keep a straight face, but the smile cracked through before the laughter. Davina was laughing so hard, even with the mask, her back was arching and belly shaking and she was pounding her hands into the bed.

“She’s lost it, hit it.”

Paige hit the button and the small motor turned on. Again, the liquid mixture moved through the pipe slowly. But the compound was so thick, the tube that started as less than a straw in diameter was now the width and girth of a banana torpedoing straight into Davina’s mouth. She made the sounds of the Jaw’s theme song. She got cut off when her mouth was full.

When she got a taste of it, even the flavor made her feel full. But she guzzled it down dutifully, feeling the stretch in her belly flesh start already. She opened up her throat as wide as she could, resigned to let this machine fill her past her bursting point. Davina accepted death by stuffing.

“We’re gonna step out for a minute to remap your treatment plan,” Doc Steve said and went for the door. But then he stopped and came back, holding a pair of scissors.

They left. But the stuffing continued. This mixture was different. It wasn't just her belly that was swelling. She could feel inflammation in her thighs, ankles, and feet. With her tits on either side of her, her belly was all she could see. From her window, the sunset both outlined her belly in beautiful golden light around her belly button, but at the same time, cast a shadow over her.

She listened to the rhythm of the machine hellbent built to fill her to the brim. Its steady hum was a comfort, even if the thick fluid it shoved down her throat wasn't. She would have hummed along too, if her mouth wasn't filled with tubes. So, she tapped her feet, but she realized that was to a different sound.

A second sound, always there, but never something she ever noticed before. It was the ticking of a clock on the wall. Davina lay gulping and staring at a belly that was expanding out in front of her. But all she could hear was...

Tick. Tick. Tick.
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SteveLowellOBGYN
********************PART 2*********************

The next day, Doctor Steve called for the clinic's lawyer to come in and have a private session with Davina going over her options. Before letting him in, they warned the lawyer not to bring attention to the massive gut that took up most of her lap. Davina didn't get up from her bed or even look over at the lawyer. She was wearing a large hospital gown, black thigh-high socks, and her slippers. Her hair was in a messy bun atop her head and she kept staring at the ceiling. Her hands rested as high on her belly as they would go, about three-fourths of the way.

He went over every aspect of the contract with her in-depth and informed her that while she certainly has a case on her hands, nothing can be done about it until after she delivers. He suggested she end all communication with her husband till then. Paige hung around after her guest left.

"Anything else I can do for you?" she asked earnestly.

"Rewind the clock," Davina answered, not breaking her stare from the ceiling.

"I really wish I could something for you," she said. As she said it, an alarm went off on the timer in the room.

"And I really wish it wasn't time for your pumping right now," she added as an orderly wheeled the Pump in through the door. Davina didn't put up a fight. She let the mask go on and her cheeks puffed out as she was pumped full of even more lard.

For the next month and a half, the only thing Davina did was grow. She'd given up on everything. She stopped going to any Lamaze or exercise classes, or even leaving her room. She stopped trying to change, and only wore hospital gowns and thick, warm stockings she could pull up to her thighs, but even then, she got so big that she needed Nurse Paige to help her put them on. She abandoned panties entirely because she would pee herself or have to shuffle to the bathroom so frequently.

The fetal movements had become unbearable. Any movement of the baby was so strong now it'd bring tears to her eyes. If it kicked, she'd break down crying and it would leave a bruise on the outside of her belly. Her belly was the size of overdue triplets and her breathing was slow and steady with so much weight on her physically, and the burden of her relationship ending emotionally. Paige even offered to break their code of secrecy to have a gathering in her room with her friends.

"I don't want them to see me like this," she answered.

Around eight months, Paige again approached her about setting a plan in motion for labor. She brought it up while she was measuring around her belly. Davina only sighed as she had to pull out a second measuring tape to finish rounding out her orb. She called out the new numbers, but Davina had lost interest in keeping her records as well.

"Listen, I know you don't want to hear it, but there are some simple things we can do to help!" Paige said, "What if I scheduled you, private Lamaze classes? One-on-one! No pressure from other students!"

"Sure." Davina said, emotionless.

She had her first session with the Lamaze teacher the next day. Paige waited outside her room to see how it went.

“How’s the patient doing?”

“When is she due?”

“She's still got another month and a half to go.”

“I’ll put my vacation days in now.” She said, “When that woman delivers, I want to be far away from here."

Paige looked in the window of her door. Davina was turned on her side, looking out the window. Even from here, Paige saw her suffer a kick so profound she winced.

For concern for her patient, Paige took it on herself to try everything to get Davina to go into the earliest possible labor. Her meal plan was changed to include spicier food. She was getting regular foot massages and acupuncture treatments. She added a small portion of castor oil into her morning pumping routine. Paige encouraged her to get out and walk the halls with her, follow her on her rounds, but Davina only shook her head, letting her messy hair fall over her. They split the difference and Paige had a treadmill moved into her room so she could waddle for 45 minutes each day. The only joy she'd had was burning through stick after stick after stick of gum.

In the middle of her eighth month, Paige did a full body checkup and ultrasound on Davina. She stripped her down and overlooked every inch of her belly. It was stretched to the max, nearing the size of quints at the same point, but her skin was soft, supple, and white. That's to the Pumping, she'd had no stretch marks, and her belly felt strong and firm. Her ultrasound projected her baby to be well past the record and developed enough that Paige felt confident in a healthy delivery. That's when she brought in a very different set of instruments from home.

Paige went to the door, closed and locked in, and pulled the blinds down. Then, she went to Davina's bed and pulled the privacy curtain around the both of them.

"Oh God. What now" she snapped her gum, "Stick a pin and pop me?"

"Oh no, it's much worse," Paige said. Davina was on her elbows desperate to see over her belly, but Paige was too low to the bed below the other side. Paige walked alongside the young mother-to-be and pushed her hair back and around her ears. She leaned in closely and whispered to her.

"I'm gonna make you cum." she said, and pulled out a dildo and placed it between her tits, so Davina was staring down the barrel of the tip.

"What?" she said, "Are you allowed to do that?"

"No. But I'm worried about all the thickening we've done for your uterine lining, you might end up heavily overdue. After everything, you've been through. I would like to avoid that."

"And making me cum will help?"

"Well, sex technically, but yes. Plus, I figured you might as well enjoy yourself. But if you don't want me to..." Paige hid the dildo below the bed.

"No! No!" Davina grabbed her arm hard. "No, it's fine. I can't remember the last time I got fucked. Momma needs this."

"Great!" Paige said with a smile and went down toward her feet. She was locking the stirrups into place when Davina asked the question.

"Paige, why are you so nice to me? I've probably been your worst patient ever."

"You are."

"So then, why have you cared so much?" Davina shifted herself onto her pillows so she could look Paige in the eye. Her heaving titties almost touched the bottom of her chin. Paige could look at her from this angle forever.

Paige shrugged. "I'd love to say it's because I like you, but I don't. I want to say it's because I feel sorry for you, but I don't. But I guess after I heard the way your husband talks to you? I can't control what happens to you outside these four walls. I don't know what's going to happen to you or your baby, or if I can do anything about that. But goddammit, I can do my best to make things pleasant for you while you're here."

She clicked the other stirrup into place. "That, and fuck me if it hasn't been hard to be single while feeling you and up and down and not getting to work that body. Let me see them feets!" She smacked the stirrups. Davina put her legs in the air and Paige secured them to the bed.

"You gonna want me to restrain your arms?" Davina bit her lip and shook her head. "Fine, in that case? Hold onto something."

Paige got to work right away. She put a magic wand on her clit and worked her with the dildo, slowly slithering inside her until she was able to fluidly get it in and out. Davina moaned with joy on the other side of her massive bump, now bopping up and down with each heavy breath. Her pussy was swollen and tight from months of neglect.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum so fast," Davina whined.

"Don't you do it. Don't even think about it." Paige cooed back to her.

"I can't, I can't! Fuck oh fuck I'm cumming!" She grabbed her belly and let her feminine ejaculate squirt. What didn't get all over Paige's lab coat splattered over the floor. Paige didn't stop. Instead, she doubled down and added even more pressure from the wand, and pumped the dildo twice as fast. It was like a dam broke inside Davina and there was no sign of stopping the leakage.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that's so much! Ugh! I'm still cumming!" she kicked her feet in the stirrups as she orgasmed. She slapped the side of her belly and pulled her own hair.

When Paige finally noticed the orgasm start to slow, she dropped the wand and dildo on the table. She walked backed up to a panting Davina and kissed her. The two made out passionately, tongues running throughout the other. Paige grabbed a heavy breast in her hand and teased her nipple, before she said, "No way. You've got more than that shoved in that cunt."

This time, Paige shoved her whole head right between her legs and started to devour her pussy. Davina gasped with physical ecstasy and laid back helpless as the nurse lapped away inside her. She tongue punched her clit from every direction, getting under and pulling it forward, pushing it side to side, flattening her tongue so she licked the whole clit and once, and then jamming her tongue deep into the vagina. She ran the tongue around the inside walls and flicked like his tongue was being electrified.

"Oh my God. I've never had it from a woman before!" Davina said, "You're fucking me up. So good. So fucking GOOD." She screamed that last bit as Paige felt more cum run towards her tongue with magnetic energy.

"Oh God no, not again! Not this soon!" Davina cried. Paige pulled her head back this time to avoid the squirt. She jammed three fingers inside her to maintain her stimulation.

"That's it baby, cum for me. Nurses fucking orders."

Davina couldn't think straight let alone talk. Now, Paige was strumming her clit with her thumb while the rest of her hand was inside Davina's vagina. She pushed her fingers in as deep as they could and tickled her from inside. She spread her fingers out and opened her pussy as wide as it’d go and slipped a third finger in. She rubbed the inside of Davina’s thighs with her other hand, pushing on the muscles around her pussy and massaging the lowest part of her underbelly.

Davina locked and crunched Paige’s hand in anticipation of the coming climax. One hand held onto the side rail of the hospital bed with the other white-knuckled her bedsheets. Her giant belly was tight and bouncing in time to her sharp, quick breaths. Paige pressed her thumb hard onto clit and throttled it side to side while she pulled her three fingers up and touched all sides of her lush pink pussy at once.

It was too much for Davina and came all over Paige’s fingers with sharp violent gasps of passion. Paige patiently left her hand in the position and let Davina’s natural reflexes squirm and twitch all over. When she finally pulled out her damp fingers, the excess cum hit the floor with a SPLAT.

“I don’t think I’ve gone three times since I was a teenager,” she cooed and massaged on her giant nipples falling off to the right side after her belly.

“You know what?” Paige thought out loud. “If that’s the case? Let’s set another record this pregnancy…”

And so, it went on for another hour. Paige calmly used everything in her arsenal to get Davina to climax her record of nine back-to-back orgasms. Afterward, they both grabbed a water bottle to hydrate.

“We’ll keep a close look to see monitor how your contractions progress over the next few days,” Paige said, heading for the door, “the good news now is, that’s just more playtime for us.”

“Paige, wait!” Davina called without getting up from her position. She was so wiped out there was no chance of moving. “How much weight can the bed hold?”

“They’re specially designed to hold a thousand pounds. But don’t worry. You ain’t that big.” Paige laughed. “Yet.”

“Oh, I don’t care. I just wanted to see if it could hold us both if you sat on my face.” Davina put her finger up and called her over. Paige’s jaw dropped. Her lab coat and her dress followed.

She walked over to the bed and Davina grabbed her scrubs and pulled her down for a kiss. They ran their hands through each other’s hair and locked their lips around their tongues teasing each other. Davina cooed with approval and delight. Paige squeezed a titty this time and Davina gasped as a shot of milk sprayed from the end. Her first lactation.

Davina pulled at Paige’s top and helped her rip it off. She turned and unhooked Paige’s sports bra letting her perky little B-cups breath. Davina flicked her nipple and Paige took Davina’s whole breast in her mouth. She licked the slippery milk and started aggressively trying to suck out more. With her hand, she shook, rubbed, and pinched her other breast. Davina slid her hand down Paige’s bottoms and found the lips of her pussy bulging through a wet pair of panties. She rubbed over her undies as she grabbed Paige’s hair and pulled her back close. They shared another passionate kiss and Davina gave her clear instructions.

“Sit on my face. Now.”

Paige stripped down and carefully mounted the bed like a tiger, crawling through Davina's spread feet, still locked in the stirrups, and slowly slid up the length of Davina, keeping her wet and warm pussy close to her skin so she felt the heat. When she reached her belly, she had to move up to a squat and almost stand to climb over it. Then she brought her pussy down right over the maw of Davina’s open mouth.

Paige has to use both walls in the corner of the room to support herself. Davina was lapping her up and performing acrobatics with her tongue. Paige used her thighs to lock Davina’s head and neck into one spot. Davina ravaged her, using her nose to poke her clit when her tongue couldn’t reach and adding all the right sucking and blowing into her birth canal.

Paige was screaming with ecstasy and slapping the wall as she was losing control. After all the teasing, examinations, and arguments with Davina, this orgasm was going to be a cleansing of mind, body, and soul. She pulled her legs farther apart so Davina could penetrate even deeper, which she gladly did and increased the intensity. Paige arched her back and reached behind her, finding and squeezing Davina’s ripe titties. When she came, she squeezed them tightly and rocketed milk sprays into the air. She crushed Davina between her thighs while she went and Davina too, groaned with pleasure. Paige only released her breasts when her climax had fully passed. She flopped herself to the side of the bed and Davina shimmied to make room for her.

Paige ran her fingers over Davina’s belly, spreading her milk around its taught surface.

“Who taught you how to eat pussy like that?”

“You know I come from wrestling. The divas have to learn to please each other since we know we’re not getting it from the men.” She smiled coyly.

They both kissed again and Davina, with some effort and assistance, flopped on her side. They both fingered each other until they came together on the hospital bed. They lay there a little while longer, rubbing each other’s bodies and playing with their hair. They fell asleep together.

Paige woke up at 4 am and had to very carefully climb over Davina’s round mounds. She was knocked out and snoring. Paige tried to get changed in the dark, fumbling for her clothes and putting them on backward. Before she left, she grabbed blankets for Davina and covered up her beautiful naked frame, and kissed her forehead.

The last days of her pregnancy were a sexual awakening for them both. After Davina’s morning pump, which Paige now sat beside her, petting her hair as her belly swelled, the two of them would sneak into Davina’s tub, where Paige would bathe her head to toe, in addition to stimulating her with toys and dildos. Paige had taken her on as her only patient.

Davina had turned a corner with her body issues. Now she usually wore only her tiger thigh-high socks and her long tiger fur robe, which was getting smaller around her every day. She would sensually waddle around the room when Paige arrived, sometimes lifting the back up above her ass, or flashing her and shaking her breasts against her full belly.

Paige was so turned on by her ring persona, she bought her tiger pillows and blankets, so she could spread her tiger jacket, and rail her a tiger print strap-on she got just for pleasing her. Sometimes, they would pile the pillows and blankets on the floor so Davina could comfortably fuck Paige in return. She loved to sit wide-legged with Paige backing her ass up into the tiger dildo.

The baby was massive. It was coming up on 20 lbs. and the staff was getting concerned they pushed things too far. Somehow, she had crept her way into the top five of the biggest girls on the ward. Others would try to sneak peeks and glimpses at her, which Paige quickly shooed them away. Her belly was dropping, slowly, but without contractions or pre-labor.

The fetal movement was at an all-time worst. Whenever the baby kicked or moved, Davina would burst out crying from pain. The baby was getting active, moving from six to eight to more times a day. A few times, she would have been brought to her knees had Paige not been there for support. One time a kick was so strong, and so pronounced jutting out from her belly, Davina outright fainted. After she came to, Paige put a cold compress on her forehead and called in Doctor Steve for support. He conducted a full physical and ended by evaluating her membrane. He pressed on it hard and Davina winced, but it didn't nearly budged.

"I hate to break it to you ladies, but it's time to induce." Doctor Steve said, "She made it to 35 weeks. At this point, she could make it well past 40. Let's get this record buster out before he's trapped in there."

"Induce me? What does that mean?" Davina said in a worried tone. She pulled her tiger robe around her hospital gown.

"It means it's time to go into labor," Paige explained, taking her feet out of the stirrups and wheeling her through the door.

"Already?" Davina cried out in the hall; Steve raised his eyebrow in confusion. He was certain Davina would be ecstatic to get out of here early. Nurse Paige impressed him again.

They moved Davina carefully to a gurney and rolled her out to the delivery rooms. She was nearly big enough to touch both sides of the frame as they passed.

They rolled past Lily doing her rounds in the hall who waved. She popped her lollipop out to say "Mine were sextuplets the first time too!"

"What? It's just one baby?"

Lily's eyes bulged and her jaw drop. Her lollipop hit the floor.

"Why is she looking at me like that?" Davina asked as she turned to get a better look while they rolled on.

In the lobby, every mother in their pointed out her belly and whispered. Davina was hyperventilating by the time she was rolled into the delivery room.

" We're gonna have to strip your membranes." Doctor Steve said, "Hopefully that will help get labor started at some point today."

"Does it hurt?" Davina asked, the panic taking control.

"It's not great," Paige said. Doctor Steve pulled out a long stainless steel amnihook. Davina's eyes went wide and her legs locked uptight. In this position, she did look like a great big mother tiger, scared of her own nature.

"I have another idea!" Paige added. "I think the patient might actually do better with Big Birtha."

Davina looked between her caretakers. Steve was surprised by the suggestion but considered it. Usually, Birtha was the second of three steps before induction. It was much more intense, though physically much more pleasurable. He had designed the machine himself in case of extremely overdue pregnancies. He went back between her tiger-striped stocking feet and checked her membrane again. It's was strong, she might need Big Birtha either way.

"OK! Great call, Paige. Prep the patient, and I'll have the orderlies take care of it." Steve went over to the phone to call for the instrument. He put the amnihook back in his jacket and didn't notice Davina take a big sigh of relief. Her belly dropped about six inches from the tension.

Paige went to the head of the bed and started elevating Davina into the pushing position. As Davina's head rose up over her belly, and her stomach was being pushed toward her feet, she whispered to Paige, "Who's Big Birtha?"

"It's not who babe. It's what." Paige pulled a lubricant from the drawer and showed Davina. She recognized the jelly from their many sexual escapades. Davina shot her a dirty smile and gestured towards Doctor Steve to imply 'in front of him?'

Paige walked between her knees and disappeared under her belly. Davina relaxed and enjoyed sensual rubbing by pulling her robe tightly around herself. Paige sneakily started to rub her clit. She was teasing Davina and she loved it. While she was focused on getting closer to climax, she overhead Doctor Steve on the phone.

"Uh huh...yeah Patient 27, Ms. Jackson-Star. Yeah, I would add some soundproofing too, it's gonna be a big one." Then he added, "And you know what? Let's bring an oxygen tank with Birtha."

"AN OXYGEN TANK!" Davina lost interest in Paige's foreplay. She banged her knees into Paige's head as her leg's shut tight, locking Paige's fingers in there. She tried to spread them out, but she was in so tight she had put her hand on Davina's thighs for leverage to pull it out.

"It's OK. You're going to be fine." Paige said, quickly sucking on her wet fingers, "It's just a little intense."

The door opened and three interns pulled in a cart with a giant black and steel contraption rolled through. The device was backward as it proved in, so the first thing she saw was the computer monitor hooked up to a spring-loaded motor. This connected to a bullet-looking silver battering ram. The massive shaft was two-feet-long, 2 inches wide at the tip, but pulling back to a full 8-inches toward the cylindrical end. The tip was a wide umbrella top and curved up at the end. It looked like a massive silver rabbit vibrator, without the part for the clit.

One of the orderlies ran over to Davina and put the oxygen mask around her. She tried to push him away, so he immediately restrained her wrist, then the other, so he could put the oxygen mask over her head and turn it all the way up?

"Want me to keep her restrained, doc?" the orderly asked.

"I don't think that...." Paige started. She was slathering the silver part of Birtha in lubricant.

"Yeah, probably for the best." Steve cut her off before he heard her, "Let me know when she's locked and loaded fellas."

Davina didn't take her eyes off Birtha until it was spun around placed below her legs.

"Is that going...no. God no. Please. You're going to split me in half." her voice echoed in the mask. She had her hands in her hair in despair. Paige was strapping a fetal heart rate monitor around her middle. She turned it on and the room filled with the whoosh of the doppler.

"She's ready when you are doc."

Davina didn't even know who said it in the room. She could barely hear anymore. It wasn't her baby's heart rate anymore. It was her own.

"Great. Go into 'labor and delivery' and set it to 'induce' and set the 'stimulation' to, eh let's start with a three to tenderize the membrane and we'll ease into it."

Davina could now only hear one sound. Tick. Tick. Tick.

But she felt the BOOM.

Big Birtha blasted into Davina's vagina and all the way up it. She'd never felt anything that big go so deep. She assumed this must have been in her guts at this point. She'd never heard herself wail like that. It was deep, guttural, almost masculine.

"WHOOOOOOAH." Her eyes were bulging and she was clinging to the bed frame. She held her scream for as long as it was inside of her, and gasp as Birtha pulled out but slowly.

"Lamaze breathing!" Paige said. She grabbed one hand and put a cold compress to her forehead for the other. She tried to guide her through the breathing, but Davina didn't get past a single "Hee, hee, hoo" before Birtha struck again.

"OOOOOOOOH Jesus help me." She was pushing her back deep into the bed. She was already sweating and the robe wasn't helping. The tiger bandana in her hair was slowly falling forward.

"Turn to 4." Steve said.

Thoomp, thoomp, thoomp. Birtha came at a steady rate and pounded Davina's pussy. The idea behind the invention was the force from the vagina would gently and naturally rumble the uterus so the membranes would weaken and pop. Birtha was equipped with a micro-seismograph to determine how much force was needed to break the membrane. Doctor Steve was looking at the screen showing how close she was to popping.

The pain had receded almost entirely, and now Davina was getting more fucked than she ever knew was possible. Her whole body shook with each pump and every nerve in her body felt triggered at once. Her pussy had dumped cum and tripled the lube down in there. There was a squishing sound as she was getting plowed.

"OK. We're getting there. Let's do six."

Thoomp thoomp thoomp thoomp. Birtha was gyrating at an Olympic pace. The ejaculate was spraying out of Davina with each throbbing charge. Paige held her hand tightly and had to bite her lip as she was watching Davina experience labor-inducing sex. She looked at Paige with shock on her face.

"Uhhh uhhh ahhh." she gasped. Paige smiled and Steve adjusted Birtha to seven. He let that go until Davina was leaning so far forward her belly was between her knees and her shoulders were off the bed. Steve cranked it to eight.

"Gah, Gah, Gawad." Birtha was so big and so fast it felt like she was just sitting inside her. She could feel the tip smashing the top of her vagina so quickly her teeth were shaking.

The whole room saw the change in her belly. It went from loose and bouncing along with Birtha to rock solid. It stopped moving entirely, almost as if it was sucking Birtha in and pushing it out of its own accord. All of Davina's tension was centered it in one place. Both of Davina's hands flew to the sides of her belly and squeezed tight. Her face was only a foot away when two little feet kicked in either direction out of the top of her belly so far it was clear under her hospital gown. None of the hospital staff had seen anything like that before or would ever again in their lifetime.

"OH GOOOOOOOOOOOD."

Birtha made a 'ding' noise and stopped on a dime. A flood of water surged out of Davina. It soaked all over Birtha's and splashed on the floor. Ejaculate followed it out and dripped down her pussy onto the bed.

Davina was screaming. Paige was trying to cold compress her but she smacked her away.

"GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF ME!" She was hit with a contraction that made her tense up completely.

"Here comes the future champ." Doctor Steve and the orderlies wheeled Big Birtha back to the hall.

"Oh my God! You're 8 centimeters already Davina! That's great!" Paige already had her fingers inside her. She was tired of waiting on the sidelines.

"Eh. I think we're going to have to let her dilate to 15 centimeters before she pushes." Doctor Steve said.

Davina's breathing was fogging up her facemask, but she was afraid she would've fainted if she didn't have it. She felt another massive contraction and started a long groan of dread before it hit. Her voice rose and rose until it finally developed into a full-throated yell.

"Thankfully, doesn't look like that's gonna be much trouble," he added.

Each contraction felt like an explosion inside her. She couldn't guarantee one of these big earthquakes of pain wouldn't just blow her to smithereens. They remained random and inconsistent through her 2 hours of labor, but she dilated consistently throughout.

The orderlies returned for the delivery. They had to support the massive baby when Doctor Steve pulled it out. Paige was at the head of the bed hanging on to Davina. Davina, her teeth glaring, face red, and eyes bloodshot looked like a wounded tiger in her outfit. Even her hair had become a messy mane running tangled down her back. She was roaring with each push too.

Finally, Doctor Steve said he saw the head. One of the orderlies looked in horror as he saw how big it was.

It took a Herculean effort to push that baby out. Davina was rising up out of the stirrups, and Paige had to hold her steady. She blacked out at one point but came back to push with an even greater force, getting the head through. With the last of her strength, she kept pushing until she felt Steve's remove the rest of the baby. She collapsed back into the bed. She couldn't see her newborn around her belly, but she asked Paige if she broke the record.

"Jesus Christ." Was Paige's answer.

"Fuck yeah," Davina said and faded into a deep slumber.

She slept for 18 hours. By then, all of the officials had been notified a 26 pound 2-ounce healthy baby girl named Paige had been born to Jackson 'The Wrangler' Jackson and Davina Star-Jackson. Both mother and baby were doing fine, but father managed to be in all the press photos with the baby while mother slept. By the time she woke, the news cycle changed and he was long gone from town.

There wasn't much in the press about their divorce, but Paige and Steve were following it closely. They were all ready to testify on the side of Davina for custody and child support. But that never ended up happening, because before the trial was even close to begin, The Wrangler died of a heart attack inside a 22-year-old flight attendant he met on the plane back from their honeymoon.

The paperwork was never even filed. Davina was awarded full custody and his full estate, plus Paige was his sole heir. Steve and Paige agreed everything worked exactly, or better. Which is why they were so confused when Davina scheduled a follow-up appointment the following week.

They were even more confused when Davina, already back into her gorgeous one-piece bodysuit, knee-high boots, and full-length fur coat (all cheetah prints now) pushed in a younger girl who had jet black hair, like her, under a pink camo beanie, in a pink camo army jacket, a pink camo one-piece, and a pair of Doc Marten boots in a wheelchair into their office.

Davina gave a hug and a kiss to Steve, then she and Paige deeply embraced. Davina nuzzled into her neck and grabbed her ass. Then she took a seat next to the girl. She slapped her leg. The girl crossed her arms and looked pissed off.

"So, Davina, what brings you in today? Who's your friend?" Steve asked, not knowing any better.

"Well Doctor Steve, this is Gina Megenelli, the poor stewardess who was laying under my husband when he tragically left us." She grabbed her hand and held it tight. She sounded genuinely distressed, "But, to his dying day, he left this world like the champ he was. His last act was to knock up little Gina here."

Paige and Steve tried to hide their surprise. Now, the distress was gone from her voice and she sounded overjoyed.

"So, when little Gina came to me telling me her sad story and begging me for money, I knew I had to do what's right by husband's memory." Davina went on, "So I said don't worry little one, I know you work on an airline but you just earned yourself a one-way, all expenses paid trip to the most prestigious maternity ward in the world. No one could take better care of you than...Nurse Paige."

All looked at Paige. She was surprised to hear her name.

"Me?"

"Of course, as the woman who took care of me during my pregnancy, I DEMAND she only gets the best. If you'll take her on as your patient?"

Paige looked to Steve. He smiled and nodded.

"Of course! She's in good hands!"

"I knew she would be!" She jumped up and hugged Paige. As she sat down, "And speaking of my dear departed husband, in keeping with his wishes, of course, we're looking forward to having another little family record."

She reached out and pat Gina's flat, tight stomach. Gina looked back at her nervously and pulled at her camo jacket.

"Say Paige," Davina shot her a devilish smile, "What is the world birth record.... for twins?"
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djohn1845
wow-loved this story! force feeding and pregnancy really go well together.  would love to read a part two

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