Case #33 Christina Rodriga and Case #19, 23, 28, and 34 Lillian LeBeaux
Christina Jones sat in the doctor’s office. She had been carted from the track to the UCLA Emergency Room. She’d just been told her ACL had completely ripped. She'd been crying for the hours since. From pain, from defeat, and most of all, from uncertainty.
It was only her second semester on a full scholarship to UCLA, and she was the team's star long distance runner. She’d been tripped up at an indoor race, and now the doctors were telling her even with surgery, she’d likely never compete in a marathon again. A representative from the school was on the way over to talk about her options for finishing school and scholarships.
She would have to drop out. There’s no way she could afford school on her own, no matter what options they gave her. Her parents were back in Puerto Rico and this scholarship meant everything to her. She was undeclared major, and even though she was doing well in her classes, last semester's dean list wouldn't be enough to keep her around. A shiver went down her spine thinking about how painful that flight home would be with her injury.
A knock at the door and the school rep, a girl only a few years older than Christina, entered with a somber expression.
“Ms. Rodriga? Hi, I’m Stephanie from UCLA.” She explained how sorry she was to hear about the injury, and held a new bill full of big numbers to show how much the semester would cost her, should she decide to continue.
Christina broke down again. “It’s over. I can’t believe it’s over.”
She wailed in the small exam room, just as Nurse Paige happened to be walking by from the cafeteria, holding lunch for her and Doctor Steve Lowell. She waited beside the open door and listened to the college representative do a bad job trying to console the young athlete and explaining the procedure for moving off campus. Nurse Paige put her head down and walked away. Then a thought struck her, and she slowly walked back to do a double take of the crying girl.
She was tall and almost all muscle. She had mocha brown skin and long brown hair falling down to the middle of her back. She had big thighs connected at child-birthing hips that looked like they could bear a burden. She was still wearing her college track uniform, her rock-hard abs revealed under a flat chest. The nurse imagined how dominating she must look at full speed. She was young, but Paige could see her exude confidence. No matter what this girl would get involved in, she would be a massively successful.
She thought about the secret fertility project she worked for. One of their most successful and repeat patients, a girl who was once much in the same situation, and about her age at the time. Seeing Christina cry like that, Paige figured she ought to at least present her an offer, a chance, even if it was a long shot a girl her would have any interest in getting heavily pregnant.
“Excuse me,” she said tapping at the door. The college rep smiled but Christina looked away to hide her crying. “I’m so sorry, I was walking in the hall and I overheard your conversation. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I might have something you’d be interested in. I work for the school on a special grant. We have some tests we'd need to run to make sure you're a good fit, but we might be able to offer you a full scholarship."
The college rep looked confused and asked which department she was with. Paige winked and said “Top Secret Project.”
She handed both women her card:
NURSE PAIGE QUEST
LEAD RESEARCH ASSISTANT
RLD (Research, Labor, & Delivery)
“We’ve had a student work with us before. We were able to completely cover her tuition and expenses for school, room and board. She’s one of the projects shining stars.”
“Like a work study?” Asked the college rep.
“Sorta!” Paige replied. She turned to Christina. “Wuddya think?”
“I mean,” she sniffled, “I guess this is my only chance.”
“Give it a shot!” the college rep encouraged!
“I’ll take you to my partner. He’s a doctor and the project head. We’ll need some health info and measurements, but if he thinks you’d make a good match, you’re in!”
Nurse Paige pulled a wheelchair from the corner and motioned for Christina to hop in. With help from both women and the counter, she hobbled her way into and sat down. The college rep hugged her and wished her the best of luck, handed her the documents, and left.
Paige had to push Christina through what seemed like the entire hospital, bantering politely along the way. They learned about each other’s families growing up, moving to LA, her track career, college boys, the usual as they passed the emergency room, the cancer center, the rehab facilities, finally slowing to a stop and entering the maternity ward.
I’m not pregnant? Christina thought. At least she hoped not. She didn’t have any boyfriends but she’d been taken home after a few track parties last semester by two dorky freshman and one handsome German senior. In the lobby, she was surrounded by women at all stages of their pregnancy. Some were immensely big, huge even. They leaned back in their seats and took deep, heavy pants of breath as they tried to get their hands around the enormous girth in their lap. Christina assumed they must specialize in twins or IVF. Still, she didn’t know what she had to do with it. Some of the women greeted Nurse Paige and then looked sad and longingly at Christina's tight muscular body and defined abs.
Just then, the doors burst open from the right and out pushed the biggest, roundest, most pregnant woman she’d ever seen. She had jet black hair pulled straight back and her ears were full of piercings and gaudy jewelers. Her hands were wrapped around her belly, or at least the half she could reach, and she saw expensive designer bracelets falling from her wrists to her elbows. Her belly shot into the air at least three feet from the bed. As she turned and twisted, the whole thing moved from side to side, looking like it might tip the gurney she was rolled out on. She was wearing pink tights pulled as far as they could go with a massive water stain right at her crouch. She was still wearing Doc Marten boots with blue calf socks sticking out. She wasn't wearing anything on top except a bra that was also soaked from lactation. The noise she was making was like a wounded bear. A deep and shocking bellow.
“Holy shit.” Christina said.
Everyone in the lobby shot to attention as she was wheeled by a small team of orderlies being barked at by a handsome doctor in his late 20s. He smiled and bit his lip to hold back a laugh with each new groan from the whale women. Paige ran up to him.
“What the hell happened? She’s in labor already?”
The doctor laughed and whispered to the nurse, “A new record.”
The woman shot up straight with a bloodcurdling scream and tried to breathe through a contraction the whole lobby reeled back when they saw her belly tighten. All of a sudden, Christina's leg didn't bother her so much.
“Get her outta here!”’ The doctor half yelled; half laughed. “Nurse, I need you in the delivery room STAT. And uh, who’s she?” He pointed at Christina.
“Let me get her in an exam room and I’ll meet you in delivery to explain.” Paige said. She wheeled Christina away from the path of the orderlies, who were having trouble getting the gargantuan woman’s bed rolling again.
“Oh God. Oh God no…” she cried. As she rolled past Christina, they made eye contact. “Not again.”
The doctor helped push and she was wheeled into double doors on the left. Her belly was so swollen up it forced the doors out wider as she was pushed through. The lobby could still hear her bellowing as it snuck through the doors slowly swinging to a close.
Christina was pushed down the hallway the woman just came from. The hallway was lined with pregnant women and staff who came out to watch the commotion. One girl, young enough that she might be one of Christina’s classmates was sucking on a lollipop and gave her a wave and a wink as she passed. She had two braided blonde pigtails and wore a blue sweatsuit and slippers that might've fit early in her pregnancy, but now, comfortably in her third semester, a protruding belly button clearly separates the tops and bottom.
Paige dropped Christina off in an exam room identical to the emergency room she took her from on the other side of the hospital. Paige turned on the TV and tossed her the remote.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. But uh. It might be a minute.”
Christina dozed off watching cartoon reruns on TV. She wasn’t sure how long it was that Paige was gone but the sun was setting outside the window when she and the doctor came back. He had blood on his lab coat and latex gloves. He tossed the gloves in a hazmat can and washed in hands. He and Paige flopped into chairs.
“That was excessive.” Paige said.
“If that’s going to be the kind of patient who signs up for the acceleration studies, we gotta move faster than that.” The doctor sighed, then he looked over to the sleepy Christina, “Hi, I’m Doctor Steve, sorry to hear about the leg. Bummer. How’s the pain?”
“It stings a lot, but they gave me some meds, thanks.” He seemed nice and she already noticed his bedside manner was better than anyone she'd met in the hospital so far. He had a folder with her name on it and was already flipping through pages.
“I had this sent over from your other doctor, I hope that’s ok.” He said without looking up. “Well. I don’t need to tell you, but you’re in perfect physical condition. You know, besides the leg. You’d be an ideal candidate for our experiments, but to be perfectly honest, you’d be the youngest patient in our stable right now. You’re 19?”
Christina nodded. The doctor put the folder on the counter and rubbed his temples. He rolled his chair over to her wheelchair so they were at eye level.
“You’re sexually active, I assume?” He said.
“Yeah.” She glanced nervously at Paige, who gave her a warm approval smile. “But I’m not pregnant or nothing! At least…I don’t THINK so.”
“No, you’re not, don’t worry.” he laughed. “Not yet at least. So, Nurse Paige didn’t tell you much about the work we do here, yeah?”
Christina shook her head.
“We’re combatting infertility. Eradicate it entirely. Not that it looks like it'd be a problem for you, so don’t worry about it. In fact, quite the opposite. You’re likely as fertile as you’re ever gonna be. If you want to participate, I think you'd be a perfect case study. And by that, I mean,” he leaned in as he said, “you’ll end up really pregnant. Like really, really pregnant.”
Christina’s eyes went wide. “Like the woman in the lobby?”
Paige and Steve laughed. “Gina? She was having big babies. But only twins.”
“That was TWINS?”
“We’re really good at our jobs.” Paige said. The doctor and nurse hi-fived.
“It’s a lot to think about. A whole lot. But, if it helps, we’re funded by the college, and as long as your part of our study, you'll technically work for the school. Your room and board here will be covered, and as an employee of the school, you can take online classes fully covered. Plus, if you’re interested, you can register as a surrogate, and after delivery, you’ll be compensated for carrying. Unless you have a father in mind?”
She thought about the German for a second before coming to grips. She shook her head.
“So, if I got pregnant, you would cover everything? What’s the catch? How is that an experiment?”
“Well in your case, we’d definitely study fertility and rehabilitation. How do pregnant mothers heal, and what can we do to improve that? For you? Lotta rehab, exercise, yoga, diets experiment, that sorta thing.”
“But it’s all up to you,” Paige added, “Most girls don’t want to get pregnant at your age for the physical demands alone, but that shouldn’t be so bad for you. And because of the secret nature, no contact with the outside world, but you’ll make girlfriends with the other patients here.”
“Plus, full nursing staff for every craving or crazy hormonal demand you have!” the doctor added, “Basically a super-sanitary 5-star hotel stay, totally comp'd. But take a night if you…”
“Wait.” Christina cut him off. “And I can still get my degree?”
“We encourage it! Paige said. “We’ll move your whole dorm into your room, and if you need a new laptop, books, anything? All covered by the grant.”
Christina nodded. “And other students have done this?”
Doctor Scott laughed, “Oh boy. Did darling Lily Belle find you already? She was a student, but she found…a different path for herself. She finished, what? One more semester? We keep telling her to go back, but it’s her choice.” He shot a look at Paige and they both laughed.
“Listen. I needed that scholarship. And I don’t know if you saw my bills?” she held up the documents the rep gave her, “and that doesn’t even count the hospital bills. What happens after I give birth? I’m still a freshman. How do I graduate?”
“You give birth. Take a week to recover. And then we run the experiment again. We can keep going till you say stop.”
Christina took a deep breath. She realized how cold she was in her skimpy track suit. She imagined her tight flat belly slowly swelling up in front of her eyes. No more laps. No more sit ups. No more whistles or 5am runs. She was always physically talented, always in motion, always with somewhere to go or a race to win, but now she could concentrate entirely on her schoolwork and she'd finally get to relax.
“Ok doc. When can we get started?”
Paige and Steve looked at each other and grinned. "Girl knows what she wants. Nurse, prep the patient. I’ll get the supplies.”
Soon, Christina was in a hospital gown. Her knee was in a brace, and she was bent over the exam table. Her ass was in the air and Nurse Paige was aligning the giant needle with the canister full of red fertility goo to puncture into her womb. Paige whispered a countdown for Christina and pressed deep into her. Through her ass and into her uterus.
Christina felt her tight muscles try to force the invasive penetration back, but she took a few deep breaths and everything started to let go and release. It was refreshing not to think about the gnawing pain on her leg and focus on the needle pushing into her, and the increasing pressure from the medicine rising up from the bottom of her hips. It was over shortly, and Paige was careful to remove the needle safely. She complimented Christina on taking it like a champ, and the worst was over.
Cristina turned around and sat facing doctor and nurse. Doctor Steve was holding a metallic briefcase, and Christina crossed her good leg over her bad one in nervous anticipation. She felt the new pudge in her lower abdomen from the medicine and couldn’t help but already feeling immensely pregnant, even though she barely looked bloated.
“You know you’re gonna have to open those up eventually,” Doctor Steve joked, patting her thigh. He opened the case. “Which flavor would you like?”
There were about 20 small vials of sperm in the icy cold container. She was surprised to see how little spunk it would take to fill her with life.
“Which one pays best?” She joked.
Paige and Steve laughed, but Paige pointed one out in the top corner, “We can’t reveal patient information, but believe me, that one.”
Christina nodded and Paige took the sample and loaded it into something on the counter. Christina was shocked when she handed the doctor a big, pearl white, dildo.
“I know what it looks like, but believe me, it’s a prototype medical instrument. We found impregnation is much more effective at moment of sexual climax. So, buckle up.”
With the help of Paige holding her injured leg steady, Christina slid back and spread her legs on the table. Doctor Steve washed his hands and told her everything that was going to happen just before he did it. He rubbed her clit to start loosening her vagina and increase her fluid. He worked his fingers in, and Paige moved her hand down to replace him on the clit.
Christina had only lost her virginity a few months ago, weeks really, but now she was completely soaked. She'd only had experiences with college guys, and now here were two medical professionals who deeply understand human biology, making her filthy wet and sticky. She tried to fight the moaning at first, she wanted to seem serious, but when she let a groan slip out and the staff said nothing, she gave herself into the pleasure. She cooed and bit her lip and clenched the sheets while her cum was rolling between her legs and her sweat was pouring from her forehead.
Doctor Steve said he was going to insert the device now, and asked if she was close. She put her hand to her head and grabbed her hair. The device, perfectly smooth and round on the tip, slid into her like a knife in warm button. Steve hit a button and she could hear the hum a split second before she realized it was vibrating inside of her. She’d never played with toys before. Her eyes bulged and she stared out the window beside her and looked at the stars between the blinds as her thighs tried to crush the instrument between her legs before it took all her strength away.
“Christina,” Steve said with a calm but commanding voice, “I need you to count me down when you’re ready to orgasm. On your mark.”
It was like a race again. Christina was so close. Steve had started to rub her thighs and massage her hips. Paige worked the dildo in and out of her like a monster cock with perfect rhythm. She couldn’t speak. She held up a hand and counted backwards from five. Four. She held on three, partly mistimed and partly to try to keep the moment from ending. Two came and went quickly. One.
Splash.
Her cum and the sample flushed in together all at once. Then, something she never expected, a tiny fan pushing air into her pussy, sending the sample far back deep into her. The wind tickled every inch of her pussy walls. Mid-orgasm, she began to gasp for air. She rocketed forward and grabbed the sides of the bed, white knuckling it with force. She let out a moan morphed into a scream before she fell to the bed and twitched in ecstasy.
She laid there silent, until she mindlessly mumbled, “Shit. Fuck. Shit.”
The doctor and nurse slowly took a step back from the bed. They had big smiles.
“Nurse, let’s get Ms. Rodriga some comfortable pajamas. It’s too early to be sure, but I think we’ll be spending a lot of time with this young woman.”
Paige helped her with the pregnancy test. They tried the very next morning. Christina thought you had to wait longer but sure enough, she’d barely peed on the stick before two thick, clear lines flagged she was pregnant.
The arrangements were made. Christina would move back to the dorm during the beginning stages of pregnancy until she began to show and she’d be admitted full time for examination.
Her track girlfriends gave hero’s welcome return party. Christina had to politely turn down all sorts of drinks, drugs, and shots, pinning the blame on her crutches and painkillers. Her classmates and teachers welcomed her back, and for the most part, save for morning sickness she hid from her roommate, she felt normal.
The next time she’d see Doctor Steve and Nurse Paige was shortly before she was admitted for surgery on her leg, now fully covered by the school and grant money. They took her measurements, compared them to the data they gathered the morning they released her back to school, and began to make predictions. The only noticeable difference was her growing breasts now starting to pop from her chest. None of her bras fit and the boys were noticing. Paige took her to the side and encouraged her to enjoy her changing body, as long as she practiced safely.
After the surgery she started to fill out and gain weight, but most attributed it to her lack of exercise and politely kept from commenting. She’d also gained a voracious appetite and was carrying trays with as much food as the football or lacrosse players.
That wasn’t the only appetite that was rocketing. She’d never been hornier, and she was taking every passing glance and wink as an advance and bringing boys back to her dorm or waking up in beds all over campus. By month two she’d started obliging some of her lesbian teammates. She enjoyed them more because of their experience and she didn’t have the condom problem. Soon, she found herself in more threesomes than not. Not one of them had idea how tremendously pregnant their friend was.
By mid-month three, Paige reached out to schedule a checkup that week. Christina was thankful. She’d outgrown most of her clothes that weren’t baggy, stretchy, exercise wear, even though she had plenty of each. But students were starting to notice the girl who walked into the parties in sweatpants and walked out with a girl and boy on each arm an hour later.
In the exam room, Nurse Paige was waiting with an ultrasound machine. She didn’t try to hide her surprise.
“You got thick girl. And you’re hair, and that glow. You, uh, you’ve been making the most out of that, huh?”
Christina giggled and nodded. “And I’m doing it all in leggings and hoodies.”
“Get used to that. And these.” she said as she tossed her a hospital gown.
She changed into the gown, and Paige started taking her measurements.
“Holy shit. We way underestimated how much you grew. We’re gonna have to adjust our predictions.”
“By how much?”
“We projected you to gain 20-23 pounds. You just clocked 35. You’re in such good shape you carry it in all the right places.”
Christina laughed nervously. It was a compliment but somehow it felt like a warning of something big to come. Paige told her cup size grew to full C’s from her A’s, but Christina laughed since she’d abandoned her bras a long time ago. She’d added seven inches to her waistline. The doctors predicted four.
“I was gonna do your ultrasound solo, but uh, I think the doctor is gonna wanna see this.”
She called Steve and he came in.
“Hey! The champ is back! How’s the knee?”
“Good thanks, handling all this new weight pretty well.”
“No kidding,” he sent looking over her charts and whistling. “Let’s take a look under the hood.”
She lifted the gown up and exposed her little bloated belly and her panties stretched to the fullest. Her supple skin was bulging around the edges. He coated her belly in the freezing cold gel, from the bottom of her breasts to the tip of her underwear. The chill shook her with a giggle. Her once tight, flat, pronounced abs had melted away into one smooth bump.
“Sorry, but believe me, we’re gonna need to check every inch of real estate on you.”
She looked at the screen, but she didn’t really know much about it. She was bracing herself for a shock. If they woman she saw on day one was having twins, certainly so was she. Maybe even triplets. Doctor Steve pointed to a few things on the screen but none of it made sense to Christina.
“Alright. Guess a number between 1 and….?”
“10!” Paige said
“10!” Christina yelled.
“Don’t worry! It’s not 10!” Steve laughed. “She just said that because it makes quints sounds much less scary.”
“Oh my God. 5?!? Oh my God.”
“Well.” Doc Steve got up and went to the door, “Safe to say, you can kiss your dorm room goodbye. We’re gonna put you in our care from now till delivery. Nurse Paige will help you settle in,” he got up with a stretch and a yawn, "Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go try to get another young lady more pregnant than you.”
The rest of the day sped past Christina as she looked down and her belly, knowing she was rapidly growing a basketball team starting lineup in there. She was told (but wasn't really listening) she’d be moved into an inpatient room that weekend. She spent the afternoon packing her room, and that night she saw last lovers throughout the evening. She’d told everyone she had to leave for intense physical therapy. Her teachers were informed she’d been transitioning to online classes.
One particularly astute freshman who’d been hooking up with Christina before her injury, was in the middle of going down on her, when came up and noticed the growth from that angle.
“Hey uh Christina?”
“Yeah baby?”
“You’re not uh, uhm…”
“Pregnant?”
The boy took a nervous gulp.
“God no. Just chubby.” She laughed and pushed his head back between her thighs and happily giggled to herself.
A lesbian couple gave her a parting gift of a magic wand to remember them by. Then they gave her a real good instruction in how to use it. They tied her down and didn't let her go until the sun came up.
Movers came and relocated all things into the hospital. In the lobby, she noticed the girl with the blonde braids and lollipop again. She’d clearly given birth, now wearing a tank top, overall shorts and sneakers, and by looking at the small pudge behind the overalls, she’d either just given birth recently, or was in the early stages of her next pregnancy.
When her room was unpacked and decorated again, Nurse Paige and Doctor Steve came in to check on her at the end of their shift.
Paige pulled out an instant camera and took a picture of Christina’s feet. It printed and she tacked it up against the wall.
“What’s that for?” Christina asked.
“Because you won’t be seeing them again for a long time.” They left and she looked down at her wiggling toes. I know she’s joking, Christina thought, but I can’t tell how much.
It wouldn’t take long to prove Paige right. On her new diet and her mostly sedentary student lifestyle, Christina absolutely blimped out in every direction. Her pudge turned into a bulge and started pulling away from her leggings and sweatpants. Paige helped her order a whole new maternity wardrobe. She ordered a whole set of knee-high socks, making it easier to pull up when her bump eventually took over. She got a nice cozy robe and a set of slippers.
The whole staff had taken a liking to the sparky little mama. She focused on assignments between doctor appointments and saved her failing grades from her three months of partying and hookups earlier. At night, she attended the group Lamaze with the other experimental, and rapidly expanding pregnant patients, she had a one-on-one with the teacher to help her recuperate her injury. She would send the reports back to Doctor Steve and they would discuss progress at her appointments. And sometimes, the beautiful young, hippy Lamaze instructor would go above and beyond, leading Christina to sneak her magic wand into her gym bag.
By five months, Christina was well past full term for lesser pregnancies. The doctors couldn’t believe how she grew by inches and pounds daily. Her tits heaved over each side of her belly and Paige had taken it on herself to continually find clothes to fit her. Amongst all the mothers who had gone through the program thus far, Christina's growth was in the 99th percentile. They stopped making predictions at all in exchange for daily measurements. But that didn’t surprise her. On or off the track, Christina was used to leading the pack.
Then, one night a familiar face arrived in Lamaze class. It was the blond-haired girl with the braided ponytail, but now heavily pregnant again. She waddled into the class wearing a sports bra that was fighting to hold back her giant boobs, and high wasted blue leggings that were stretched as far up over her huge bump as they could go. They were so tight her belly button almost ripped the fabric. She wore white knee-high socks like the day Christina last saw her, in a pair of Ugg boots. She still had a lollipop hanging out of her mouth.
Two of the other mothers that were due any day ran up and tried to hug her, but failed, instead of settling for a sort of massive three-belly bump in the middle.
“I can’t believe your back so soon Lily!” one said.
“Honey, I can’t believe you haven’t popped yet!” She answered, smacking her lips over the lollipop.
“I know,” she groaned, then in a lower voice, “I’m almost overdue.”
“Oh girl, I would not wish that on my worst enemy.” She gave a serious look to the mother, which made her look like she was about to cry.
“How many this round?” The other one added “Looking kinda small since last time.”
“I know! Doc said I should take it easy and only put three in me this go around! But you know I’m still Big Mama!”
The Lamaze instructor got all the women to finally take a seat on their mats. Big Mama carefully plopped down right next to Christina.
“I heard I wasn’t the only baby having babies anymore, that must mean you? Names Lily LeBeaux, but you can me Big Mama.” Her southern accent dripped from every word like sugar.
“Christina.” She said, adjusting her seat to get her hand out from around her belly. They laughed at the absurdity and everything jiggled between the both of them. “Yup, I’m the famous college dropout.”
“Oh! UCLA?” she asked!
“Yes!”
“Alumni!” She said “I’m originally from Nawlins, of course, but I got into UCLA’s theater program.”
“Young Mothers!” the Lamaze teacher barked, she called everyone a young mother, she was from some strange European nation, “We are breathing, not speaking!”
The two puckered up and relaxed into their breathing exercises. Lily dropped into a rhythm much faster than Christina, with all the expertise a girl with the nickname Big Mama should have. All while holding the lollipop between her teeth. Christina tried her best to pay attention in class, but she couldn't help but think Lily was trying to get her attention. Not directly, but each position they moved into, each breath, every opportunity she could take to prove she was just a little bit better than Christina, she took full advantage of. It didn't bother her, as much as she was just confused about it.
Lily approached immediately afterward, "Want to grab a snack? Get us some pickles and ice cream?" She came so closed their belly buttons rubbed against each other before she waddled a step back.
"Oh, no thanks, I have physical therapy for my knee."
“I’ll catch up with you later then, Sugar Mama.” She walked away, sucking on the lollipop. Christina didn’t love the nickname.
The next day, after a long day of online classes and a test, Doctor Steve stopped in for her now weekly ultrasound. He was fascinated by her growth and didn’t want to miss her waistline growing by leaps and bounds. Christina didn’t mind, and the athlete deep inside her stretched and swollen figure loved listening hearing him wax over her performance.
“Outstanding! I mean really, excellent!" he said looking at the ultrasound display, “I mean this is textbook multiples pregnancy. I think we should start recording your ultrasounds. You should be the example med-school students are studying for future generations.”
“Oh, he says that to all the girls,” a Southern drawl said behind him from the doorway. Doctor Steve moved to reveal Lily, in a furry tiger coat, covering her tiger bra, completely exposed globe of a midriff, and tiger tights that were wrapped around her hips and ass like they were painted on running down into bright pink tiger print slippers.
“Ah, Ms. LeBeaux, have you met your protege yet? It's a shame you're not still going for your degree. You two could have been study buddies.”
“Oh doctor,” she laughed, and gave a hard slap to her belly, “The stage don't have many roles for a Southern belle ready to burst, I reckon?”
All of a sudden, Christina felt hard kicks from within her. She let a little grunt of pain out and everyone took notice. Lily rushed into the room, and took a seat, across from her.
“The kicks are a bitch, ain’t they?” She asked, and put her hand out on Christina's jellied belly. “How many?”
“It’s quints.”
“Ah, I remember my first set of quints. That was round 2” she giggled. “You took it easy on her eh, doc? Couldn’t squeeze one more in like you did me” She leaned back and drew her hands from the top of her belly out to her belly button. She was such a small girl that the belly swelled out in front and went all the way back to her turn her hips into curvy, round edges. Christina wouldn't have been surprised if her whole body weighed as much as her belly. She was dangerously close to Christina's size, and she knew she was a few months back.
“Big Mama here has is on her 4th pregnancy.” He leaned in close to Christina, but spoke in a loud joke, “Good thing you made it through your first semester before you got here. We were practically shooting Lily up with sperm before orientation ended.”
“Oh stop!” She giggled. “What happened to your knee?”
“Track accident,” Christina sighed, and her breasts and belly heaved sadly, “Lost scholarship. How about you?”
“I was there on a theater scholarship.” She said, twisting her hair mindlessly, “I lost the lead role and…disagreed passionately about the decision, you could say. There was a whole hullabaloo, and I got hospitalized, which is when I met the good doctor here.”
“Our best repeat patient! She’s had sextuplets, then quints, the Septuplets…”
“And now a little three-pack.” She smiled and pat her stomach. She pointed to the pile of school books on the table bedside, “What are you studying?”
“Undeclared, but probably something in math or science.” She pulled her gown down over her belly, and with the Doc’s help, rolled off the table. She put her blue striped knee highs from the cold table to her slippers and put her hands on her lower back and stretched wide, her belly expanding to almost twice the size.
“Well, if you’re thinking about med school, you’ll pick up a lot around here!” She got up from her seat and waddled towards her, bumping bellies. She took the stethoscope off Steve’s neck and put it in her ears. “I’m practically staff around here. May I?”
“Up to your patient!” Steve answered and stepped back.
Lily slapped the seat of a stool beside the counter for Christina to sit on. “Hop up!”
She helped escort the young mother to the stool. Christina lifted her thick, supple ass up over the edge and slid back. Her expanded hips cleared the edge and then went over the backside. Another rude awakening of how far her figure had gotten away from here.
“Careful now,” The doctor warned, “I’m not doing overtime for broken water and early labor!”
Lily put her hands on her own wide hips and pouted, “Now doctor! If there are two things this knocked up nurse knows, its belly and bedside manner!”
She pulled her own chair directly across from Christina and lowered herself into it. They were knee-to-knee. Both bellies sat heavily on their laps and there’s was almost an electric energy between their belly buttons.
Lily winced and put her hand to her stomach. “Like I said, the kicks are a bitch,” she laughed.
She slowly and gently lifted Christina’s gown over her belly. She pulled the end up and folded it under her colossal boobs to hold in place. Everything from under her tits were now completely exposed. But between her giant protruded belly and her runner's thighs losing muscle but holding tone her panties were nowhere to be found except clinging onto the sides of her hips.
"You know what they say about track bunnies down South, right?" Lily smirked a troublesome smile, "They run like rabbits, and they breed like rabbits."
Christina felt strangely and suddenly vulnerable. She looked to the doctor who watched on carefully. But Doctor Steve saw the whole thing with a sense of pride over his best patient doing her impression of him. She looked into Lily’s soft blue eyes, which were locked on the globe of flesh in front of her. Before she e touched the stethoscope to Christina’s tanned brown belly, just beside the mother’s line getting longer and darker by the day, she rubbed it in her hands and breathed on it to warm it up.
“I’ve been on the receiving end enough to know better.” She said and smacked her lollipop that hung out of her mouth like a cigarette.
She slowly moved the bell of the stethoscope over her belly, slowly, thoughtfully, carefully. Christina was impressed, she really did know what she was doing. She could feel the life within her react to the touch, and she seemed to stop just where the babies sat.
She moved from side-to-side and then vertically. Occasionally she would let out a little ‘my, my’ or a ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’ between her teeth gritting through the lollipop. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled the stethoscope out of her ears and said “Well Sugar Mama, I got bad news for you….”
The room waited for her response.
“You got knocked the fuck up, bitch.”
Christina cracked a smile but the Steve lost it. That cracked him up, and she gave him a hi-five as he took his instrument back. Christina started to pull her gown back down, but Lily stopped her and got up onto her feet.
“Hang on Sugar, Big Mama ain’t done with you yet, I’m gonna show you how to use the cocoa butter before you stretch to high heavens.”
“Well ladies, as much as I’d love to stay for that class, I’m already late for drinks and a date,” the doctor said heading towards the door.
“What’s a matter doc, too much women for you here?” Lily asked and lifted up her gown sensually.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying to have kids of his own! And I think between the two of you there’s plenty of women for everybody!” He laughed and closed the door behind him.
Lily returned to her seat with the cocoa butter. She rested it on her own belly and lathered up her hands.
“Count your blessings you ain’t already stretched beyond repair! It’s a good thing Big Mama showed back up when she did.”
“Oh, Nurse Paige usually does it for me,” she said, looking down at the girl greasing up her belly.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Oh lord, I remember those days. She never uses enough. It’s not enough us college girls give them our breeding years, but they shouldn’t take our looks!”
“Would you have graduated by now?”
“Oh no. I’d be in my senior year.” She laughed, “It’s great not having to think about that anymore.”
“Oh, I like that it gives me something to do during the day, then just watching my feet disappear. How far did you get?”
“Unlike my pregnancies? I didn’t make it a full term.” They both laughed. “Once I realized how good I had it here, I couldn’t be bothered.”
“How old were you during your first pregnancy?”
“A perky 18 years old! I celebrated my 21st in a delivery room! Instead of getting drunk? I got contractions."
Christina laughed but cut herself short. In front of her, she saw the rest of her life. Big Mama laid out the reality of what she sacrificed ahead of her. Of course, the last few months of the semester were easy, but how long could she keep it going? If she committed to this lifestyle, how much would she have to give up?
Her face must have shown it, because Lily stopped rubbing her belly. She got up and locked the door.
“We should probably get going or we’ll be late to Lamaze,” Christina said, trying her best to lower herself off the stool.
“Oh. I let the receptionist know. We won’t be going to Lamaze tonight.” She spoke. “Sit.”
Christina nervously rested on the stool. Lily came back and applied more butter to her hands to lather her belly up. She kept rubbing Christina’s belly gently.
“If you’re trying to get that free scholarship, it’s a lot more work than you think,” Lily leaned in over her own belly to get close. “Don’t forget to butter the underbelly.”
Lily’s hand crept down below Christina’s belly. She clapped her thigh and slid her hand deeper until she found her panties. Christina took a deep breath. Lily lifted her belly with one hand and rubbed the other over her underwear.
“You need to relax, give yourself over to your pregnancy,” Lily said as she proceeds to play with her pussy over her panties. She rubbed her thumb on her clit and snuck her fingers past the lacy edge of her panties and into her tight pussy. Christina gasped but Lily put a finger from her spare hand to her lips to silence her.
“Let me explain some things for you,” Lily said with a devilish grin. “I want you to fit in here.”
Christina was annoyed and wanted her to shut up, but she was hitting places her pussy hadn’t been touched before. Lily was driving her fingers in and around every inch of her pussy, and Christina was melting around her touch, despite her best efforts.
“First, you’re gonna drop out. Just accept it.” Lily moved in to whisper this information to her. “It’s OK. Give up. You can’t do both. It’s impossible.”
Lily ran her hand through Christina’s hair and grabbed the base of her neck so she was looking straight at her. Her fingers were still teasing her, but her tone changed.
“Second, you might be the new girl here,” she said, and stroked her pussy deep, “But I’m everyone’s favorite baby having babies.”
Christina nodded. Now she hated Lily. She disgusted her. But she was caught off guard and at this moment, hopelessly at her mercy. And that stupid lollipop always dangling between her lips.
“And last, but not least, is the easiest.” Lily said, “You do exactly what Big Mama tells you. Got it?”
Christina was clutched in the grasp of climax and Lily knew it. She found her sweet spot and kept stroking, stroking, stroking her pussy until Christina came. She fell towards Lily, panting.
Big Mama took the opportunity to whisper into her ear, “Or else, you’re gonna have to deal with me. And I know you, inside and out.”
Lily pulled her fingers out of Christina’s soaking wet pussy. She’d spilled out and climaxed all over her panties and on the stool. Lily popped the lollipop out of her mouth and stuck her fingers in. She ran them around and licked them clean, before she stood up, her belly resting on top of Christina’s.
“Yum,” she said, sucking on her index finger. “Mmm gives me a craving for pickles and ice cream."
Christina pulled her gown down and covered her belly and the sticky fluids she sat in. Lily slid over to the door and unlocked it.
“When you pop, Sugar Mama, I’m gonna be there,” she said and left.
It was still two months before Christina’s due date. And on top of her studies, rehab, and pregnancy, now she had to skirt away from Lily wherever she went.
Lily was comfortably back to being the center of attention. She frequently walked the halls with the nursing staff and barged into other patients’ rooms. Sometimes she would sit and talk or watch TV. At night, she would sneak into rooms and lock the door behind her.
She never came back to Christina’s, but she made sure they were right next to each other at every Lamaze class, and always insisted she’d take her up on her pickles and ice cream offer. The other women were starting to wonder why Christina wasn’t so social, but she always blamed it on her studies.
That, and as she grew, she was becoming more and more the darling patient of the fertility center. Doctor Steve had invited other doctors to come and examine, weigh, measure, and ogle her progress. They had filmed interviews and even did a live ultrasound in front of an audience of med school students. The more she was around it and being told she was special, the more she started to fall in love with the instruments, the lab coats, and the pages of research they were producing on her.
The semester ended a month before her due date. By now, she was basically the subject or host of lectures to other medical students, some just a few years older than her, about multiple pregnancies. After one of these sessions, Doctor Steve mentioned how truly remarkable she was not as a patient, but as a student. No one had ever complimented Christina on her prowess off the track before. At the next session, she asked if she could run the doppler on her own ultrasound. She did a fantastic job, except her belly had swollen up so much, Doctor Steve did have to come in and show two babies out of her reach.
And then one early morning, Christina’s water didn't just break but burst in style. Her belly dropped and she’d been bracing herself every day since. She’d been reading “What to Expect When Expecting” in bed when her water broke, and she even walked herself into the lobby to find a receptionist when she couldn’t find the doctor. The other mothers in the waiting room encouraged her to rest, but she wanted to waddle into the delivery of her own volition.
For four hours, she breathed and grunted through active labor, dilating slowly. The contractions were building in strength but she surprised herself how much her Lamaze classes helped her to manage the pain. Until she rolled in.
It was Lillian’s belly she saw enter the room first. The wheelchair followed and then came the end of the trademark lollipop sticking out her mouth. She was twisting one of her braided pigtails as the orderly pushed her into the room.
“Oh, hey ya’ll!” She greeted everyone at once. The staff gave her a warm greeting, and Doc Lowell came over to hug her. Christina let out a little groan, but grabbed her tight belly and tried to pass it off as a contraction.
Lily stood up and stretched backward, putting her hands on her hips and letting her braids fall over her shoulders down her back. She’d never looked bigger. She was wearing a fuzzy purple robe and hospital gown. Her blue schoolgirl socks were pulled up past her knees and ended with a pair of purple furry slippers. Christina could tell her triplet belly had dropped and she’d be back on her own delivery table any day now.
“Aw, now don’t tell me a widdle ol’ contraction like that’s getting to ya?” she said tapping Christina’s monitor, “I’ve been having Braxton Hicks stronger'n that all week!”
“I’m actually so glad you’re here!” Christina said, gritting her teeth through a forced smile, “Did you hear the good news?”
“That you're in labor? I came straight over! I didn’t wanna miss the good part!” She said and grabbed the edge of one of Christina’s feet.
“No!” Doctor Steve was washing his hands in preparation for delivery, “About the semester! She graduated first in her class in everything!”
“Oh!” Lillian couldn’t keep the surprise off her face, “Well ain’t that great Sugar Mama!” She grabbed Christina’s hand, gave it a tight squeeze, and held it.
“That’s not all! I should be…hee… hooo….thanking you.” She could barely talk between a contraction.
Lily was genuinely confused now. “Thanking me? For what?”
“I changed my major. Pre-med.” Christina said and stared directly into Lily’s wide eyes. “I saw what a passion you developed for pregnancy here, and figured if I’m gonna be surrounded by the best, why not become an OB/GYN?”
Doc Lowell came over and put his arm around Lily. “I already promised her an internship during her next pregnancy. Just think, pretty soon, Christina could be operating on YOU!” He patted her heavy belly and Lily’s knees almost gave out.
She pulled the lollipop out of her mouth. She’d bitten down and eaten it so she was just chewing on the stem. She tossed it in a wastebasket.
“You should sit down!” The doctor pulled the wheelchair over and helped her back into her seat.
Christina was midway through another contraction, but couldn’t let Lily win. “And it’s all because of you!”
“My my! This is just ever so much to take in.” Lillian got an idea, “We should celebrate! Nurse, can you run and fetch me a gallon of ice cream and a jar of pickles?”
One of the labor nurses headed out from the room. Christina, now sweating from the intensity of her contractions, collapsed back into her pillow and looked at Lillian.
For the first time, under the harsh delivery room fluorescent, she looked sad and tired. She had all the natural beauty of a Southern belle at what should be the prime of her life, her early roaring 20s, but here she sat caught somewhere between her carefree youth and the looming necessity of motherhood. She was trapped between a little girl skipping through the halls, pulling her hair, and sucking down lollipops in comfy clothes, and moving on to being a mother with adult responsibilities. She was avoiding the outside world, where she pursued her dreams and the world said no. Here she could always have center stage, as long as she played the role of being big, round, and pregnant.
Christina felt sorry for her. The nurse returned with the ice cream and pickles and Lily lit up once again.
In a quiet breath between contractions, Christina said “Thanks, can’t wait to celebrate with you after this, Big Mama.” She gave her a tired smile of validation.
Lily looked confused until she looked down at her lap full of dessert and baby, and tilted her head back, and laughed. Almost cackled really. She popped the lid of the ice cream and answered Christina.
“Oh honey, oh Suga Mama,” she laughed to herself as she squeezed the lid off the pickles, “These ain’t for you! I just needed a little snack during the SHOW!”
She kicked off one slipper, then the other, and put her feet up on the side of Christina’s bed, as Nurse Paige locked the stirrups into position.
Lily and Christina stared each other down with such intensity, Christina didn’t even hear Nurse Paige inform the Doctor it was time to push over the deafening crunch from an ice cream-covered pickle.
"Christina, PUSH!" The labor was hard and intense, but Christina fought back the screams. This was just another competition for her, another race. She had to make it to the end of this marathon without letting Lilly have the satisfaction. The first baby was in position, and she gritted down on her teeth and forced it out of herself with all her might.
She threw her head back, but before she had a chance to take a break, Steve was right back between her legs, "Bad news Christina, next ones coming, now!" Another massive contraction almost threw her from the bed and bore down to pass the second baby through her canal. The screaming started, she couldn't hold back anymore, she thought she might burst from her chest keeping all that rage inside her lungs. Her tits heaved but were held snug between the force of her back and the size of her stomach.
"Wow! Almost halfway there!" Lily said, feigning interest between shoveling pickles down her throat.
"All right, we're going to need you to hold strong while the other ones move into position." The anguish lasted ten more hours, about three hours of labor for each of the remaining babies. She was exhausted and soaked in sweat, but her race was run.
"Amazing job, Christina, incredible." Doctor Steve said and blotted her forehead, "We're going to move the babies into the nursery. Get some rest. I'm glad you had your friend Lily by your side."
Lily, who had been in and out, but always to get more snacks and return, stood up and belched. "Nice job Sugar Mama." She had stains on her gown and eaten so much her gut was obviously bloated out farther than it had been when she was first wheeled in.
"Hey Big Mama," Christina whispered feebly, "When are you due?"
"Eh. Next week, but they're saying I could go any day," she yawned and rubbed her stomach, "Why?"
"Can't wait." Christina said, and adjusted herself in bed to get some sleep, as a nurse helped escort a very confused Lily out of the room.
ONE WEEK LATER:
Lily was in labor, but it was progressing slowly. She was bored, and so was Doctor Steve and Paige.
"Listen, this is gonna be an all-night thing for you, so we're going to keep watch as you progress, but I doubt you won't be fully dilated till after breakfast tomorrow." Doctor Steve said.
"Yeah, I understand, not my first rodeo." Lily sighed, and fingered her the heart rate monitor stretched across her belly.
"The good news is, our new intern's is assigned to you all night!" Doctor Steve said, as Christina walked in a stunningly tight red dress with a brand-new lab coat and red stilettos.
"Hey Big Mama!" she said cheerily! Lily did nothing but stare wide-eyed in return. Christina put down the huge bag she was carrying in the corner, and turned to Doctor Steve, "Get some sleep, Doc, she's in good hands!"
Doctor Steve smiled and closed the door. Christina followed him and locked it, before turning on her heels to look at Lily.
"Well now, we've got a long night ahead of us, don't we, Ms. LeBeaux?"
"Nobody calls me that! We're friends, call me Lily!" she faintly smiled.
Christina pulled out a handcuff from inside her lab coat and locked one of Lily's swollen feet to the bed in one swift move.
"Uh, what's that for?" Lily asked?
"You're my first patient!" Christina said, locking her other foot in, and grabbing her wrist, "I thought we should celebrate! And I know there's only one-way Big Mama likes to celebrate..."
Lily tried to pull her wrist back but it was already locked to the frame of the bed. She fought her back with her other hand, but Christina still had her fully connected and secured before Lily could even begin to retaliate.
"Don't worry, Big Mama, I'm helping you make up for your long-lost college days..." Christina said, bending over her bag. Her now tight, plump ass was directly in Lily's line of view.
"Listen, you don't have to do anything for me." she begged.
"Of course, I do!" she turned around holding a funnel and jar of pickle juice, "What are friends for?"
"No. Don't. Please, don't."
"Oh C'mon!" Christina said, forcing the funnel down Lily's throat, and connecting with a strap that went around her braids and pulled them close to her head. With some effort, she propped the pickle jar open and started to pour the juice down the funnel. Lily fought it at first, but the more she poured, the more it slid past her lips and forced her to start guzzling.
Christina slapped Lily's belly, "You're only having triplets, I know you have room in there."
"There's plenty more when this came from." Christina smiled warmly at her patient, "And just wait till we get to the ice cream."
Christina Jones sat in the doctor’s office. She had been carted from the track to the UCLA Emergency Room. She’d just been told her ACL had completely ripped. She'd been crying for the hours since. From pain, from defeat, and most of all, from uncertainty.
It was only her second semester on a full scholarship to UCLA, and she was the team's star long distance runner. She’d been tripped up at an indoor race, and now the doctors were telling her even with surgery, she’d likely never compete in a marathon again. A representative from the school was on the way over to talk about her options for finishing school and scholarships.
She would have to drop out. There’s no way she could afford school on her own, no matter what options they gave her. Her parents were back in Puerto Rico and this scholarship meant everything to her. She was undeclared major, and even though she was doing well in her classes, last semester's dean list wouldn't be enough to keep her around. A shiver went down her spine thinking about how painful that flight home would be with her injury.
A knock at the door and the school rep, a girl only a few years older than Christina, entered with a somber expression.
“Ms. Rodriga? Hi, I’m Stephanie from UCLA.” She explained how sorry she was to hear about the injury, and held a new bill full of big numbers to show how much the semester would cost her, should she decide to continue.
Christina broke down again. “It’s over. I can’t believe it’s over.”
She wailed in the small exam room, just as Nurse Paige happened to be walking by from the cafeteria, holding lunch for her and Doctor Steve Lowell. She waited beside the open door and listened to the college representative do a bad job trying to console the young athlete and explaining the procedure for moving off campus. Nurse Paige put her head down and walked away. Then a thought struck her, and she slowly walked back to do a double take of the crying girl.
She was tall and almost all muscle. She had mocha brown skin and long brown hair falling down to the middle of her back. She had big thighs connected at child-birthing hips that looked like they could bear a burden. She was still wearing her college track uniform, her rock-hard abs revealed under a flat chest. The nurse imagined how dominating she must look at full speed. She was young, but Paige could see her exude confidence. No matter what this girl would get involved in, she would be a massively successful.
She thought about the secret fertility project she worked for. One of their most successful and repeat patients, a girl who was once much in the same situation, and about her age at the time. Seeing Christina cry like that, Paige figured she ought to at least present her an offer, a chance, even if it was a long shot a girl her would have any interest in getting heavily pregnant.
“Excuse me,” she said tapping at the door. The college rep smiled but Christina looked away to hide her crying. “I’m so sorry, I was walking in the hall and I overheard your conversation. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I might have something you’d be interested in. I work for the school on a special grant. We have some tests we'd need to run to make sure you're a good fit, but we might be able to offer you a full scholarship."
The college rep looked confused and asked which department she was with. Paige winked and said “Top Secret Project.”
She handed both women her card:
NURSE PAIGE QUEST
LEAD RESEARCH ASSISTANT
RLD (Research, Labor, & Delivery)
“We’ve had a student work with us before. We were able to completely cover her tuition and expenses for school, room and board. She’s one of the projects shining stars.”
“Like a work study?” Asked the college rep.
“Sorta!” Paige replied. She turned to Christina. “Wuddya think?”
“I mean,” she sniffled, “I guess this is my only chance.”
“Give it a shot!” the college rep encouraged!
“I’ll take you to my partner. He’s a doctor and the project head. We’ll need some health info and measurements, but if he thinks you’d make a good match, you’re in!”
Nurse Paige pulled a wheelchair from the corner and motioned for Christina to hop in. With help from both women and the counter, she hobbled her way into and sat down. The college rep hugged her and wished her the best of luck, handed her the documents, and left.
Paige had to push Christina through what seemed like the entire hospital, bantering politely along the way. They learned about each other’s families growing up, moving to LA, her track career, college boys, the usual as they passed the emergency room, the cancer center, the rehab facilities, finally slowing to a stop and entering the maternity ward.
I’m not pregnant? Christina thought. At least she hoped not. She didn’t have any boyfriends but she’d been taken home after a few track parties last semester by two dorky freshman and one handsome German senior. In the lobby, she was surrounded by women at all stages of their pregnancy. Some were immensely big, huge even. They leaned back in their seats and took deep, heavy pants of breath as they tried to get their hands around the enormous girth in their lap. Christina assumed they must specialize in twins or IVF. Still, she didn’t know what she had to do with it. Some of the women greeted Nurse Paige and then looked sad and longingly at Christina's tight muscular body and defined abs.
Just then, the doors burst open from the right and out pushed the biggest, roundest, most pregnant woman she’d ever seen. She had jet black hair pulled straight back and her ears were full of piercings and gaudy jewelers. Her hands were wrapped around her belly, or at least the half she could reach, and she saw expensive designer bracelets falling from her wrists to her elbows. Her belly shot into the air at least three feet from the bed. As she turned and twisted, the whole thing moved from side to side, looking like it might tip the gurney she was rolled out on. She was wearing pink tights pulled as far as they could go with a massive water stain right at her crouch. She was still wearing Doc Marten boots with blue calf socks sticking out. She wasn't wearing anything on top except a bra that was also soaked from lactation. The noise she was making was like a wounded bear. A deep and shocking bellow.
“Holy shit.” Christina said.
Everyone in the lobby shot to attention as she was wheeled by a small team of orderlies being barked at by a handsome doctor in his late 20s. He smiled and bit his lip to hold back a laugh with each new groan from the whale women. Paige ran up to him.
“What the hell happened? She’s in labor already?”
The doctor laughed and whispered to the nurse, “A new record.”
The woman shot up straight with a bloodcurdling scream and tried to breathe through a contraction the whole lobby reeled back when they saw her belly tighten. All of a sudden, Christina's leg didn't bother her so much.
“Get her outta here!”’ The doctor half yelled; half laughed. “Nurse, I need you in the delivery room STAT. And uh, who’s she?” He pointed at Christina.
“Let me get her in an exam room and I’ll meet you in delivery to explain.” Paige said. She wheeled Christina away from the path of the orderlies, who were having trouble getting the gargantuan woman’s bed rolling again.
“Oh God. Oh God no…” she cried. As she rolled past Christina, they made eye contact. “Not again.”
The doctor helped push and she was wheeled into double doors on the left. Her belly was so swollen up it forced the doors out wider as she was pushed through. The lobby could still hear her bellowing as it snuck through the doors slowly swinging to a close.
Christina was pushed down the hallway the woman just came from. The hallway was lined with pregnant women and staff who came out to watch the commotion. One girl, young enough that she might be one of Christina’s classmates was sucking on a lollipop and gave her a wave and a wink as she passed. She had two braided blonde pigtails and wore a blue sweatsuit and slippers that might've fit early in her pregnancy, but now, comfortably in her third semester, a protruding belly button clearly separates the tops and bottom.
Paige dropped Christina off in an exam room identical to the emergency room she took her from on the other side of the hospital. Paige turned on the TV and tossed her the remote.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. But uh. It might be a minute.”
Christina dozed off watching cartoon reruns on TV. She wasn’t sure how long it was that Paige was gone but the sun was setting outside the window when she and the doctor came back. He had blood on his lab coat and latex gloves. He tossed the gloves in a hazmat can and washed in hands. He and Paige flopped into chairs.
“That was excessive.” Paige said.
“If that’s going to be the kind of patient who signs up for the acceleration studies, we gotta move faster than that.” The doctor sighed, then he looked over to the sleepy Christina, “Hi, I’m Doctor Steve, sorry to hear about the leg. Bummer. How’s the pain?”
“It stings a lot, but they gave me some meds, thanks.” He seemed nice and she already noticed his bedside manner was better than anyone she'd met in the hospital so far. He had a folder with her name on it and was already flipping through pages.
“I had this sent over from your other doctor, I hope that’s ok.” He said without looking up. “Well. I don’t need to tell you, but you’re in perfect physical condition. You know, besides the leg. You’d be an ideal candidate for our experiments, but to be perfectly honest, you’d be the youngest patient in our stable right now. You’re 19?”
Christina nodded. The doctor put the folder on the counter and rubbed his temples. He rolled his chair over to her wheelchair so they were at eye level.
“You’re sexually active, I assume?” He said.
“Yeah.” She glanced nervously at Paige, who gave her a warm approval smile. “But I’m not pregnant or nothing! At least…I don’t THINK so.”
“No, you’re not, don’t worry.” he laughed. “Not yet at least. So, Nurse Paige didn’t tell you much about the work we do here, yeah?”
Christina shook her head.
“We’re combatting infertility. Eradicate it entirely. Not that it looks like it'd be a problem for you, so don’t worry about it. In fact, quite the opposite. You’re likely as fertile as you’re ever gonna be. If you want to participate, I think you'd be a perfect case study. And by that, I mean,” he leaned in as he said, “you’ll end up really pregnant. Like really, really pregnant.”
Christina’s eyes went wide. “Like the woman in the lobby?”
Paige and Steve laughed. “Gina? She was having big babies. But only twins.”
“That was TWINS?”
“We’re really good at our jobs.” Paige said. The doctor and nurse hi-fived.
“It’s a lot to think about. A whole lot. But, if it helps, we’re funded by the college, and as long as your part of our study, you'll technically work for the school. Your room and board here will be covered, and as an employee of the school, you can take online classes fully covered. Plus, if you’re interested, you can register as a surrogate, and after delivery, you’ll be compensated for carrying. Unless you have a father in mind?”
She thought about the German for a second before coming to grips. She shook her head.
“So, if I got pregnant, you would cover everything? What’s the catch? How is that an experiment?”
“Well in your case, we’d definitely study fertility and rehabilitation. How do pregnant mothers heal, and what can we do to improve that? For you? Lotta rehab, exercise, yoga, diets experiment, that sorta thing.”
“But it’s all up to you,” Paige added, “Most girls don’t want to get pregnant at your age for the physical demands alone, but that shouldn’t be so bad for you. And because of the secret nature, no contact with the outside world, but you’ll make girlfriends with the other patients here.”
“Plus, full nursing staff for every craving or crazy hormonal demand you have!” the doctor added, “Basically a super-sanitary 5-star hotel stay, totally comp'd. But take a night if you…”
“Wait.” Christina cut him off. “And I can still get my degree?”
“We encourage it! Paige said. “We’ll move your whole dorm into your room, and if you need a new laptop, books, anything? All covered by the grant.”
Christina nodded. “And other students have done this?”
Doctor Scott laughed, “Oh boy. Did darling Lily Belle find you already? She was a student, but she found…a different path for herself. She finished, what? One more semester? We keep telling her to go back, but it’s her choice.” He shot a look at Paige and they both laughed.
“Listen. I needed that scholarship. And I don’t know if you saw my bills?” she held up the documents the rep gave her, “and that doesn’t even count the hospital bills. What happens after I give birth? I’m still a freshman. How do I graduate?”
“You give birth. Take a week to recover. And then we run the experiment again. We can keep going till you say stop.”
Christina took a deep breath. She realized how cold she was in her skimpy track suit. She imagined her tight flat belly slowly swelling up in front of her eyes. No more laps. No more sit ups. No more whistles or 5am runs. She was always physically talented, always in motion, always with somewhere to go or a race to win, but now she could concentrate entirely on her schoolwork and she'd finally get to relax.
“Ok doc. When can we get started?”
Paige and Steve looked at each other and grinned. "Girl knows what she wants. Nurse, prep the patient. I’ll get the supplies.”
Soon, Christina was in a hospital gown. Her knee was in a brace, and she was bent over the exam table. Her ass was in the air and Nurse Paige was aligning the giant needle with the canister full of red fertility goo to puncture into her womb. Paige whispered a countdown for Christina and pressed deep into her. Through her ass and into her uterus.
Christina felt her tight muscles try to force the invasive penetration back, but she took a few deep breaths and everything started to let go and release. It was refreshing not to think about the gnawing pain on her leg and focus on the needle pushing into her, and the increasing pressure from the medicine rising up from the bottom of her hips. It was over shortly, and Paige was careful to remove the needle safely. She complimented Christina on taking it like a champ, and the worst was over.
Cristina turned around and sat facing doctor and nurse. Doctor Steve was holding a metallic briefcase, and Christina crossed her good leg over her bad one in nervous anticipation. She felt the new pudge in her lower abdomen from the medicine and couldn’t help but already feeling immensely pregnant, even though she barely looked bloated.
“You know you’re gonna have to open those up eventually,” Doctor Steve joked, patting her thigh. He opened the case. “Which flavor would you like?”
There were about 20 small vials of sperm in the icy cold container. She was surprised to see how little spunk it would take to fill her with life.
“Which one pays best?” She joked.
Paige and Steve laughed, but Paige pointed one out in the top corner, “We can’t reveal patient information, but believe me, that one.”
Christina nodded and Paige took the sample and loaded it into something on the counter. Christina was shocked when she handed the doctor a big, pearl white, dildo.
“I know what it looks like, but believe me, it’s a prototype medical instrument. We found impregnation is much more effective at moment of sexual climax. So, buckle up.”
With the help of Paige holding her injured leg steady, Christina slid back and spread her legs on the table. Doctor Steve washed his hands and told her everything that was going to happen just before he did it. He rubbed her clit to start loosening her vagina and increase her fluid. He worked his fingers in, and Paige moved her hand down to replace him on the clit.
Christina had only lost her virginity a few months ago, weeks really, but now she was completely soaked. She'd only had experiences with college guys, and now here were two medical professionals who deeply understand human biology, making her filthy wet and sticky. She tried to fight the moaning at first, she wanted to seem serious, but when she let a groan slip out and the staff said nothing, she gave herself into the pleasure. She cooed and bit her lip and clenched the sheets while her cum was rolling between her legs and her sweat was pouring from her forehead.
Doctor Steve said he was going to insert the device now, and asked if she was close. She put her hand to her head and grabbed her hair. The device, perfectly smooth and round on the tip, slid into her like a knife in warm button. Steve hit a button and she could hear the hum a split second before she realized it was vibrating inside of her. She’d never played with toys before. Her eyes bulged and she stared out the window beside her and looked at the stars between the blinds as her thighs tried to crush the instrument between her legs before it took all her strength away.
“Christina,” Steve said with a calm but commanding voice, “I need you to count me down when you’re ready to orgasm. On your mark.”
It was like a race again. Christina was so close. Steve had started to rub her thighs and massage her hips. Paige worked the dildo in and out of her like a monster cock with perfect rhythm. She couldn’t speak. She held up a hand and counted backwards from five. Four. She held on three, partly mistimed and partly to try to keep the moment from ending. Two came and went quickly. One.
Splash.
Her cum and the sample flushed in together all at once. Then, something she never expected, a tiny fan pushing air into her pussy, sending the sample far back deep into her. The wind tickled every inch of her pussy walls. Mid-orgasm, she began to gasp for air. She rocketed forward and grabbed the sides of the bed, white knuckling it with force. She let out a moan morphed into a scream before she fell to the bed and twitched in ecstasy.
She laid there silent, until she mindlessly mumbled, “Shit. Fuck. Shit.”
The doctor and nurse slowly took a step back from the bed. They had big smiles.
“Nurse, let’s get Ms. Rodriga some comfortable pajamas. It’s too early to be sure, but I think we’ll be spending a lot of time with this young woman.”
Paige helped her with the pregnancy test. They tried the very next morning. Christina thought you had to wait longer but sure enough, she’d barely peed on the stick before two thick, clear lines flagged she was pregnant.
The arrangements were made. Christina would move back to the dorm during the beginning stages of pregnancy until she began to show and she’d be admitted full time for examination.
Her track girlfriends gave hero’s welcome return party. Christina had to politely turn down all sorts of drinks, drugs, and shots, pinning the blame on her crutches and painkillers. Her classmates and teachers welcomed her back, and for the most part, save for morning sickness she hid from her roommate, she felt normal.
The next time she’d see Doctor Steve and Nurse Paige was shortly before she was admitted for surgery on her leg, now fully covered by the school and grant money. They took her measurements, compared them to the data they gathered the morning they released her back to school, and began to make predictions. The only noticeable difference was her growing breasts now starting to pop from her chest. None of her bras fit and the boys were noticing. Paige took her to the side and encouraged her to enjoy her changing body, as long as she practiced safely.
After the surgery she started to fill out and gain weight, but most attributed it to her lack of exercise and politely kept from commenting. She’d also gained a voracious appetite and was carrying trays with as much food as the football or lacrosse players.
That wasn’t the only appetite that was rocketing. She’d never been hornier, and she was taking every passing glance and wink as an advance and bringing boys back to her dorm or waking up in beds all over campus. By month two she’d started obliging some of her lesbian teammates. She enjoyed them more because of their experience and she didn’t have the condom problem. Soon, she found herself in more threesomes than not. Not one of them had idea how tremendously pregnant their friend was.
By mid-month three, Paige reached out to schedule a checkup that week. Christina was thankful. She’d outgrown most of her clothes that weren’t baggy, stretchy, exercise wear, even though she had plenty of each. But students were starting to notice the girl who walked into the parties in sweatpants and walked out with a girl and boy on each arm an hour later.
In the exam room, Nurse Paige was waiting with an ultrasound machine. She didn’t try to hide her surprise.
“You got thick girl. And you’re hair, and that glow. You, uh, you’ve been making the most out of that, huh?”
Christina giggled and nodded. “And I’m doing it all in leggings and hoodies.”
“Get used to that. And these.” she said as she tossed her a hospital gown.
She changed into the gown, and Paige started taking her measurements.
“Holy shit. We way underestimated how much you grew. We’re gonna have to adjust our predictions.”
“By how much?”
“We projected you to gain 20-23 pounds. You just clocked 35. You’re in such good shape you carry it in all the right places.”
Christina laughed nervously. It was a compliment but somehow it felt like a warning of something big to come. Paige told her cup size grew to full C’s from her A’s, but Christina laughed since she’d abandoned her bras a long time ago. She’d added seven inches to her waistline. The doctors predicted four.
“I was gonna do your ultrasound solo, but uh, I think the doctor is gonna wanna see this.”
She called Steve and he came in.
“Hey! The champ is back! How’s the knee?”
“Good thanks, handling all this new weight pretty well.”
“No kidding,” he sent looking over her charts and whistling. “Let’s take a look under the hood.”
She lifted the gown up and exposed her little bloated belly and her panties stretched to the fullest. Her supple skin was bulging around the edges. He coated her belly in the freezing cold gel, from the bottom of her breasts to the tip of her underwear. The chill shook her with a giggle. Her once tight, flat, pronounced abs had melted away into one smooth bump.
“Sorry, but believe me, we’re gonna need to check every inch of real estate on you.”
She looked at the screen, but she didn’t really know much about it. She was bracing herself for a shock. If they woman she saw on day one was having twins, certainly so was she. Maybe even triplets. Doctor Steve pointed to a few things on the screen but none of it made sense to Christina.
“Alright. Guess a number between 1 and….?”
“10!” Paige said
“10!” Christina yelled.
“Don’t worry! It’s not 10!” Steve laughed. “She just said that because it makes quints sounds much less scary.”
“Oh my God. 5?!? Oh my God.”
“Well.” Doc Steve got up and went to the door, “Safe to say, you can kiss your dorm room goodbye. We’re gonna put you in our care from now till delivery. Nurse Paige will help you settle in,” he got up with a stretch and a yawn, "Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go try to get another young lady more pregnant than you.”
The rest of the day sped past Christina as she looked down and her belly, knowing she was rapidly growing a basketball team starting lineup in there. She was told (but wasn't really listening) she’d be moved into an inpatient room that weekend. She spent the afternoon packing her room, and that night she saw last lovers throughout the evening. She’d told everyone she had to leave for intense physical therapy. Her teachers were informed she’d been transitioning to online classes.
One particularly astute freshman who’d been hooking up with Christina before her injury, was in the middle of going down on her, when came up and noticed the growth from that angle.
“Hey uh Christina?”
“Yeah baby?”
“You’re not uh, uhm…”
“Pregnant?”
The boy took a nervous gulp.
“God no. Just chubby.” She laughed and pushed his head back between her thighs and happily giggled to herself.
A lesbian couple gave her a parting gift of a magic wand to remember them by. Then they gave her a real good instruction in how to use it. They tied her down and didn't let her go until the sun came up.
Movers came and relocated all things into the hospital. In the lobby, she noticed the girl with the blonde braids and lollipop again. She’d clearly given birth, now wearing a tank top, overall shorts and sneakers, and by looking at the small pudge behind the overalls, she’d either just given birth recently, or was in the early stages of her next pregnancy.
When her room was unpacked and decorated again, Nurse Paige and Doctor Steve came in to check on her at the end of their shift.
Paige pulled out an instant camera and took a picture of Christina’s feet. It printed and she tacked it up against the wall.
“What’s that for?” Christina asked.
“Because you won’t be seeing them again for a long time.” They left and she looked down at her wiggling toes. I know she’s joking, Christina thought, but I can’t tell how much.
It wouldn’t take long to prove Paige right. On her new diet and her mostly sedentary student lifestyle, Christina absolutely blimped out in every direction. Her pudge turned into a bulge and started pulling away from her leggings and sweatpants. Paige helped her order a whole new maternity wardrobe. She ordered a whole set of knee-high socks, making it easier to pull up when her bump eventually took over. She got a nice cozy robe and a set of slippers.
The whole staff had taken a liking to the sparky little mama. She focused on assignments between doctor appointments and saved her failing grades from her three months of partying and hookups earlier. At night, she attended the group Lamaze with the other experimental, and rapidly expanding pregnant patients, she had a one-on-one with the teacher to help her recuperate her injury. She would send the reports back to Doctor Steve and they would discuss progress at her appointments. And sometimes, the beautiful young, hippy Lamaze instructor would go above and beyond, leading Christina to sneak her magic wand into her gym bag.
By five months, Christina was well past full term for lesser pregnancies. The doctors couldn’t believe how she grew by inches and pounds daily. Her tits heaved over each side of her belly and Paige had taken it on herself to continually find clothes to fit her. Amongst all the mothers who had gone through the program thus far, Christina's growth was in the 99th percentile. They stopped making predictions at all in exchange for daily measurements. But that didn’t surprise her. On or off the track, Christina was used to leading the pack.
Then, one night a familiar face arrived in Lamaze class. It was the blond-haired girl with the braided ponytail, but now heavily pregnant again. She waddled into the class wearing a sports bra that was fighting to hold back her giant boobs, and high wasted blue leggings that were stretched as far up over her huge bump as they could go. They were so tight her belly button almost ripped the fabric. She wore white knee-high socks like the day Christina last saw her, in a pair of Ugg boots. She still had a lollipop hanging out of her mouth.
Two of the other mothers that were due any day ran up and tried to hug her, but failed, instead of settling for a sort of massive three-belly bump in the middle.
“I can’t believe your back so soon Lily!” one said.
“Honey, I can’t believe you haven’t popped yet!” She answered, smacking her lips over the lollipop.
“I know,” she groaned, then in a lower voice, “I’m almost overdue.”
“Oh girl, I would not wish that on my worst enemy.” She gave a serious look to the mother, which made her look like she was about to cry.
“How many this round?” The other one added “Looking kinda small since last time.”
“I know! Doc said I should take it easy and only put three in me this go around! But you know I’m still Big Mama!”
The Lamaze instructor got all the women to finally take a seat on their mats. Big Mama carefully plopped down right next to Christina.
“I heard I wasn’t the only baby having babies anymore, that must mean you? Names Lily LeBeaux, but you can me Big Mama.” Her southern accent dripped from every word like sugar.
“Christina.” She said, adjusting her seat to get her hand out from around her belly. They laughed at the absurdity and everything jiggled between the both of them. “Yup, I’m the famous college dropout.”
“Oh! UCLA?” she asked!
“Yes!”
“Alumni!” She said “I’m originally from Nawlins, of course, but I got into UCLA’s theater program.”
“Young Mothers!” the Lamaze teacher barked, she called everyone a young mother, she was from some strange European nation, “We are breathing, not speaking!”
The two puckered up and relaxed into their breathing exercises. Lily dropped into a rhythm much faster than Christina, with all the expertise a girl with the nickname Big Mama should have. All while holding the lollipop between her teeth. Christina tried her best to pay attention in class, but she couldn't help but think Lily was trying to get her attention. Not directly, but each position they moved into, each breath, every opportunity she could take to prove she was just a little bit better than Christina, she took full advantage of. It didn't bother her, as much as she was just confused about it.
Lily approached immediately afterward, "Want to grab a snack? Get us some pickles and ice cream?" She came so closed their belly buttons rubbed against each other before she waddled a step back.
"Oh, no thanks, I have physical therapy for my knee."
“I’ll catch up with you later then, Sugar Mama.” She walked away, sucking on the lollipop. Christina didn’t love the nickname.
The next day, after a long day of online classes and a test, Doctor Steve stopped in for her now weekly ultrasound. He was fascinated by her growth and didn’t want to miss her waistline growing by leaps and bounds. Christina didn’t mind, and the athlete deep inside her stretched and swollen figure loved listening hearing him wax over her performance.
“Outstanding! I mean really, excellent!" he said looking at the ultrasound display, “I mean this is textbook multiples pregnancy. I think we should start recording your ultrasounds. You should be the example med-school students are studying for future generations.”
“Oh, he says that to all the girls,” a Southern drawl said behind him from the doorway. Doctor Steve moved to reveal Lily, in a furry tiger coat, covering her tiger bra, completely exposed globe of a midriff, and tiger tights that were wrapped around her hips and ass like they were painted on running down into bright pink tiger print slippers.
“Ah, Ms. LeBeaux, have you met your protege yet? It's a shame you're not still going for your degree. You two could have been study buddies.”
“Oh doctor,” she laughed, and gave a hard slap to her belly, “The stage don't have many roles for a Southern belle ready to burst, I reckon?”
All of a sudden, Christina felt hard kicks from within her. She let a little grunt of pain out and everyone took notice. Lily rushed into the room, and took a seat, across from her.
“The kicks are a bitch, ain’t they?” She asked, and put her hand out on Christina's jellied belly. “How many?”
“It’s quints.”
“Ah, I remember my first set of quints. That was round 2” she giggled. “You took it easy on her eh, doc? Couldn’t squeeze one more in like you did me” She leaned back and drew her hands from the top of her belly out to her belly button. She was such a small girl that the belly swelled out in front and went all the way back to her turn her hips into curvy, round edges. Christina wouldn't have been surprised if her whole body weighed as much as her belly. She was dangerously close to Christina's size, and she knew she was a few months back.
“Big Mama here has is on her 4th pregnancy.” He leaned in close to Christina, but spoke in a loud joke, “Good thing you made it through your first semester before you got here. We were practically shooting Lily up with sperm before orientation ended.”
“Oh stop!” She giggled. “What happened to your knee?”
“Track accident,” Christina sighed, and her breasts and belly heaved sadly, “Lost scholarship. How about you?”
“I was there on a theater scholarship.” She said, twisting her hair mindlessly, “I lost the lead role and…disagreed passionately about the decision, you could say. There was a whole hullabaloo, and I got hospitalized, which is when I met the good doctor here.”
“Our best repeat patient! She’s had sextuplets, then quints, the Septuplets…”
“And now a little three-pack.” She smiled and pat her stomach. She pointed to the pile of school books on the table bedside, “What are you studying?”
“Undeclared, but probably something in math or science.” She pulled her gown down over her belly, and with the Doc’s help, rolled off the table. She put her blue striped knee highs from the cold table to her slippers and put her hands on her lower back and stretched wide, her belly expanding to almost twice the size.
“Well, if you’re thinking about med school, you’ll pick up a lot around here!” She got up from her seat and waddled towards her, bumping bellies. She took the stethoscope off Steve’s neck and put it in her ears. “I’m practically staff around here. May I?”
“Up to your patient!” Steve answered and stepped back.
Lily slapped the seat of a stool beside the counter for Christina to sit on. “Hop up!”
She helped escort the young mother to the stool. Christina lifted her thick, supple ass up over the edge and slid back. Her expanded hips cleared the edge and then went over the backside. Another rude awakening of how far her figure had gotten away from here.
“Careful now,” The doctor warned, “I’m not doing overtime for broken water and early labor!”
Lily put her hands on her own wide hips and pouted, “Now doctor! If there are two things this knocked up nurse knows, its belly and bedside manner!”
She pulled her own chair directly across from Christina and lowered herself into it. They were knee-to-knee. Both bellies sat heavily on their laps and there’s was almost an electric energy between their belly buttons.
Lily winced and put her hand to her stomach. “Like I said, the kicks are a bitch,” she laughed.
She slowly and gently lifted Christina’s gown over her belly. She pulled the end up and folded it under her colossal boobs to hold in place. Everything from under her tits were now completely exposed. But between her giant protruded belly and her runner's thighs losing muscle but holding tone her panties were nowhere to be found except clinging onto the sides of her hips.
"You know what they say about track bunnies down South, right?" Lily smirked a troublesome smile, "They run like rabbits, and they breed like rabbits."
Christina felt strangely and suddenly vulnerable. She looked to the doctor who watched on carefully. But Doctor Steve saw the whole thing with a sense of pride over his best patient doing her impression of him. She looked into Lily’s soft blue eyes, which were locked on the globe of flesh in front of her. Before she e touched the stethoscope to Christina’s tanned brown belly, just beside the mother’s line getting longer and darker by the day, she rubbed it in her hands and breathed on it to warm it up.
“I’ve been on the receiving end enough to know better.” She said and smacked her lollipop that hung out of her mouth like a cigarette.
She slowly moved the bell of the stethoscope over her belly, slowly, thoughtfully, carefully. Christina was impressed, she really did know what she was doing. She could feel the life within her react to the touch, and she seemed to stop just where the babies sat.
She moved from side-to-side and then vertically. Occasionally she would let out a little ‘my, my’ or a ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’ between her teeth gritting through the lollipop. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled the stethoscope out of her ears and said “Well Sugar Mama, I got bad news for you….”
The room waited for her response.
“You got knocked the fuck up, bitch.”
Christina cracked a smile but the Steve lost it. That cracked him up, and she gave him a hi-five as he took his instrument back. Christina started to pull her gown back down, but Lily stopped her and got up onto her feet.
“Hang on Sugar, Big Mama ain’t done with you yet, I’m gonna show you how to use the cocoa butter before you stretch to high heavens.”
“Well ladies, as much as I’d love to stay for that class, I’m already late for drinks and a date,” the doctor said heading towards the door.
“What’s a matter doc, too much women for you here?” Lily asked and lifted up her gown sensually.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying to have kids of his own! And I think between the two of you there’s plenty of women for everybody!” He laughed and closed the door behind him.
Lily returned to her seat with the cocoa butter. She rested it on her own belly and lathered up her hands.
“Count your blessings you ain’t already stretched beyond repair! It’s a good thing Big Mama showed back up when she did.”
“Oh, Nurse Paige usually does it for me,” she said, looking down at the girl greasing up her belly.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Oh lord, I remember those days. She never uses enough. It’s not enough us college girls give them our breeding years, but they shouldn’t take our looks!”
“Would you have graduated by now?”
“Oh no. I’d be in my senior year.” She laughed, “It’s great not having to think about that anymore.”
“Oh, I like that it gives me something to do during the day, then just watching my feet disappear. How far did you get?”
“Unlike my pregnancies? I didn’t make it a full term.” They both laughed. “Once I realized how good I had it here, I couldn’t be bothered.”
“How old were you during your first pregnancy?”
“A perky 18 years old! I celebrated my 21st in a delivery room! Instead of getting drunk? I got contractions."
Christina laughed but cut herself short. In front of her, she saw the rest of her life. Big Mama laid out the reality of what she sacrificed ahead of her. Of course, the last few months of the semester were easy, but how long could she keep it going? If she committed to this lifestyle, how much would she have to give up?
Her face must have shown it, because Lily stopped rubbing her belly. She got up and locked the door.
“We should probably get going or we’ll be late to Lamaze,” Christina said, trying her best to lower herself off the stool.
“Oh. I let the receptionist know. We won’t be going to Lamaze tonight.” She spoke. “Sit.”
Christina nervously rested on the stool. Lily came back and applied more butter to her hands to lather her belly up. She kept rubbing Christina’s belly gently.
“If you’re trying to get that free scholarship, it’s a lot more work than you think,” Lily leaned in over her own belly to get close. “Don’t forget to butter the underbelly.”
Lily’s hand crept down below Christina’s belly. She clapped her thigh and slid her hand deeper until she found her panties. Christina took a deep breath. Lily lifted her belly with one hand and rubbed the other over her underwear.
“You need to relax, give yourself over to your pregnancy,” Lily said as she proceeds to play with her pussy over her panties. She rubbed her thumb on her clit and snuck her fingers past the lacy edge of her panties and into her tight pussy. Christina gasped but Lily put a finger from her spare hand to her lips to silence her.
“Let me explain some things for you,” Lily said with a devilish grin. “I want you to fit in here.”
Christina was annoyed and wanted her to shut up, but she was hitting places her pussy hadn’t been touched before. Lily was driving her fingers in and around every inch of her pussy, and Christina was melting around her touch, despite her best efforts.
“First, you’re gonna drop out. Just accept it.” Lily moved in to whisper this information to her. “It’s OK. Give up. You can’t do both. It’s impossible.”
Lily ran her hand through Christina’s hair and grabbed the base of her neck so she was looking straight at her. Her fingers were still teasing her, but her tone changed.
“Second, you might be the new girl here,” she said, and stroked her pussy deep, “But I’m everyone’s favorite baby having babies.”
Christina nodded. Now she hated Lily. She disgusted her. But she was caught off guard and at this moment, hopelessly at her mercy. And that stupid lollipop always dangling between her lips.
“And last, but not least, is the easiest.” Lily said, “You do exactly what Big Mama tells you. Got it?”
Christina was clutched in the grasp of climax and Lily knew it. She found her sweet spot and kept stroking, stroking, stroking her pussy until Christina came. She fell towards Lily, panting.
Big Mama took the opportunity to whisper into her ear, “Or else, you’re gonna have to deal with me. And I know you, inside and out.”
Lily pulled her fingers out of Christina’s soaking wet pussy. She’d spilled out and climaxed all over her panties and on the stool. Lily popped the lollipop out of her mouth and stuck her fingers in. She ran them around and licked them clean, before she stood up, her belly resting on top of Christina’s.
“Yum,” she said, sucking on her index finger. “Mmm gives me a craving for pickles and ice cream."
Christina pulled her gown down and covered her belly and the sticky fluids she sat in. Lily slid over to the door and unlocked it.
“When you pop, Sugar Mama, I’m gonna be there,” she said and left.
It was still two months before Christina’s due date. And on top of her studies, rehab, and pregnancy, now she had to skirt away from Lily wherever she went.
Lily was comfortably back to being the center of attention. She frequently walked the halls with the nursing staff and barged into other patients’ rooms. Sometimes she would sit and talk or watch TV. At night, she would sneak into rooms and lock the door behind her.
She never came back to Christina’s, but she made sure they were right next to each other at every Lamaze class, and always insisted she’d take her up on her pickles and ice cream offer. The other women were starting to wonder why Christina wasn’t so social, but she always blamed it on her studies.
That, and as she grew, she was becoming more and more the darling patient of the fertility center. Doctor Steve had invited other doctors to come and examine, weigh, measure, and ogle her progress. They had filmed interviews and even did a live ultrasound in front of an audience of med school students. The more she was around it and being told she was special, the more she started to fall in love with the instruments, the lab coats, and the pages of research they were producing on her.
The semester ended a month before her due date. By now, she was basically the subject or host of lectures to other medical students, some just a few years older than her, about multiple pregnancies. After one of these sessions, Doctor Steve mentioned how truly remarkable she was not as a patient, but as a student. No one had ever complimented Christina on her prowess off the track before. At the next session, she asked if she could run the doppler on her own ultrasound. She did a fantastic job, except her belly had swollen up so much, Doctor Steve did have to come in and show two babies out of her reach.
And then one early morning, Christina’s water didn't just break but burst in style. Her belly dropped and she’d been bracing herself every day since. She’d been reading “What to Expect When Expecting” in bed when her water broke, and she even walked herself into the lobby to find a receptionist when she couldn’t find the doctor. The other mothers in the waiting room encouraged her to rest, but she wanted to waddle into the delivery of her own volition.
For four hours, she breathed and grunted through active labor, dilating slowly. The contractions were building in strength but she surprised herself how much her Lamaze classes helped her to manage the pain. Until she rolled in.
It was Lillian’s belly she saw enter the room first. The wheelchair followed and then came the end of the trademark lollipop sticking out her mouth. She was twisting one of her braided pigtails as the orderly pushed her into the room.
“Oh, hey ya’ll!” She greeted everyone at once. The staff gave her a warm greeting, and Doc Lowell came over to hug her. Christina let out a little groan, but grabbed her tight belly and tried to pass it off as a contraction.
Lily stood up and stretched backward, putting her hands on her hips and letting her braids fall over her shoulders down her back. She’d never looked bigger. She was wearing a fuzzy purple robe and hospital gown. Her blue schoolgirl socks were pulled up past her knees and ended with a pair of purple furry slippers. Christina could tell her triplet belly had dropped and she’d be back on her own delivery table any day now.
“Aw, now don’t tell me a widdle ol’ contraction like that’s getting to ya?” she said tapping Christina’s monitor, “I’ve been having Braxton Hicks stronger'n that all week!”
“I’m actually so glad you’re here!” Christina said, gritting her teeth through a forced smile, “Did you hear the good news?”
“That you're in labor? I came straight over! I didn’t wanna miss the good part!” She said and grabbed the edge of one of Christina’s feet.
“No!” Doctor Steve was washing his hands in preparation for delivery, “About the semester! She graduated first in her class in everything!”
“Oh!” Lillian couldn’t keep the surprise off her face, “Well ain’t that great Sugar Mama!” She grabbed Christina’s hand, gave it a tight squeeze, and held it.
“That’s not all! I should be…hee… hooo….thanking you.” She could barely talk between a contraction.
Lily was genuinely confused now. “Thanking me? For what?”
“I changed my major. Pre-med.” Christina said and stared directly into Lily’s wide eyes. “I saw what a passion you developed for pregnancy here, and figured if I’m gonna be surrounded by the best, why not become an OB/GYN?”
Doc Lowell came over and put his arm around Lily. “I already promised her an internship during her next pregnancy. Just think, pretty soon, Christina could be operating on YOU!” He patted her heavy belly and Lily’s knees almost gave out.
She pulled the lollipop out of her mouth. She’d bitten down and eaten it so she was just chewing on the stem. She tossed it in a wastebasket.
“You should sit down!” The doctor pulled the wheelchair over and helped her back into her seat.
Christina was midway through another contraction, but couldn’t let Lily win. “And it’s all because of you!”
“My my! This is just ever so much to take in.” Lillian got an idea, “We should celebrate! Nurse, can you run and fetch me a gallon of ice cream and a jar of pickles?”
One of the labor nurses headed out from the room. Christina, now sweating from the intensity of her contractions, collapsed back into her pillow and looked at Lillian.
For the first time, under the harsh delivery room fluorescent, she looked sad and tired. She had all the natural beauty of a Southern belle at what should be the prime of her life, her early roaring 20s, but here she sat caught somewhere between her carefree youth and the looming necessity of motherhood. She was trapped between a little girl skipping through the halls, pulling her hair, and sucking down lollipops in comfy clothes, and moving on to being a mother with adult responsibilities. She was avoiding the outside world, where she pursued her dreams and the world said no. Here she could always have center stage, as long as she played the role of being big, round, and pregnant.
Christina felt sorry for her. The nurse returned with the ice cream and pickles and Lily lit up once again.
In a quiet breath between contractions, Christina said “Thanks, can’t wait to celebrate with you after this, Big Mama.” She gave her a tired smile of validation.
Lily looked confused until she looked down at her lap full of dessert and baby, and tilted her head back, and laughed. Almost cackled really. She popped the lid of the ice cream and answered Christina.
“Oh honey, oh Suga Mama,” she laughed to herself as she squeezed the lid off the pickles, “These ain’t for you! I just needed a little snack during the SHOW!”
She kicked off one slipper, then the other, and put her feet up on the side of Christina’s bed, as Nurse Paige locked the stirrups into position.
Lily and Christina stared each other down with such intensity, Christina didn’t even hear Nurse Paige inform the Doctor it was time to push over the deafening crunch from an ice cream-covered pickle.
"Christina, PUSH!" The labor was hard and intense, but Christina fought back the screams. This was just another competition for her, another race. She had to make it to the end of this marathon without letting Lilly have the satisfaction. The first baby was in position, and she gritted down on her teeth and forced it out of herself with all her might.
She threw her head back, but before she had a chance to take a break, Steve was right back between her legs, "Bad news Christina, next ones coming, now!" Another massive contraction almost threw her from the bed and bore down to pass the second baby through her canal. The screaming started, she couldn't hold back anymore, she thought she might burst from her chest keeping all that rage inside her lungs. Her tits heaved but were held snug between the force of her back and the size of her stomach.
"Wow! Almost halfway there!" Lily said, feigning interest between shoveling pickles down her throat.
"All right, we're going to need you to hold strong while the other ones move into position." The anguish lasted ten more hours, about three hours of labor for each of the remaining babies. She was exhausted and soaked in sweat, but her race was run.
"Amazing job, Christina, incredible." Doctor Steve said and blotted her forehead, "We're going to move the babies into the nursery. Get some rest. I'm glad you had your friend Lily by your side."
Lily, who had been in and out, but always to get more snacks and return, stood up and belched. "Nice job Sugar Mama." She had stains on her gown and eaten so much her gut was obviously bloated out farther than it had been when she was first wheeled in.
"Hey Big Mama," Christina whispered feebly, "When are you due?"
"Eh. Next week, but they're saying I could go any day," she yawned and rubbed her stomach, "Why?"
"Can't wait." Christina said, and adjusted herself in bed to get some sleep, as a nurse helped escort a very confused Lily out of the room.
ONE WEEK LATER:
Lily was in labor, but it was progressing slowly. She was bored, and so was Doctor Steve and Paige.
"Listen, this is gonna be an all-night thing for you, so we're going to keep watch as you progress, but I doubt you won't be fully dilated till after breakfast tomorrow." Doctor Steve said.
"Yeah, I understand, not my first rodeo." Lily sighed, and fingered her the heart rate monitor stretched across her belly.
"The good news is, our new intern's is assigned to you all night!" Doctor Steve said, as Christina walked in a stunningly tight red dress with a brand-new lab coat and red stilettos.
"Hey Big Mama!" she said cheerily! Lily did nothing but stare wide-eyed in return. Christina put down the huge bag she was carrying in the corner, and turned to Doctor Steve, "Get some sleep, Doc, she's in good hands!"
Doctor Steve smiled and closed the door. Christina followed him and locked it, before turning on her heels to look at Lily.
"Well now, we've got a long night ahead of us, don't we, Ms. LeBeaux?"
"Nobody calls me that! We're friends, call me Lily!" she faintly smiled.
Christina pulled out a handcuff from inside her lab coat and locked one of Lily's swollen feet to the bed in one swift move.
"Uh, what's that for?" Lily asked?
"You're my first patient!" Christina said, locking her other foot in, and grabbing her wrist, "I thought we should celebrate! And I know there's only one-way Big Mama likes to celebrate..."
Lily tried to pull her wrist back but it was already locked to the frame of the bed. She fought her back with her other hand, but Christina still had her fully connected and secured before Lily could even begin to retaliate.
"Don't worry, Big Mama, I'm helping you make up for your long-lost college days..." Christina said, bending over her bag. Her now tight, plump ass was directly in Lily's line of view.
"Listen, you don't have to do anything for me." she begged.
"Of course, I do!" she turned around holding a funnel and jar of pickle juice, "What are friends for?"
"No. Don't. Please, don't."
"Oh C'mon!" Christina said, forcing the funnel down Lily's throat, and connecting with a strap that went around her braids and pulled them close to her head. With some effort, she propped the pickle jar open and started to pour the juice down the funnel. Lily fought it at first, but the more she poured, the more it slid past her lips and forced her to start guzzling.
Christina slapped Lily's belly, "You're only having triplets, I know you have room in there."
"There's plenty more when this came from." Christina smiled warmly at her patient, "And just wait till we get to the ice cream."
