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.
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.