More or less what it says on the tin, I'm a fan of stories about unnaturally large pregnancies, with dozens of babies inside a woman's womb. I'm not usually a fan of rapid pregnancy, though.

I already know about "Missed Period", which was sadly never finished, and I really like The Baby Explosion even though it's short and kind of a stroker. I wasn't a fan of "The Chem Geek".

Do you have a copy of the three parts of "The Baby Explosion"? Much appreciated if you could post it.

I have the first two parts:

The Baby Explosion

The year is 2455, and the world has changed quite a lot. The world is bigger, much bigger, cities cover the majority of the earth and stretch far into the sky, and down on the surface the bountifully fruitful occupants roam, filling the cities with uncountable multitudes of children. These vast cities aren't just static either, they are constantly growing, converting the surrounding land into housing and business for the growing masses of people. These people all have one thing in common, and that is that pregnancy is in. Every girl from New York to Tokyo is swollen with multitudes of life, filled to bursting and fitted with gravity harnesses to help them heft their wombs growing number of occupants.

It all started in 2035, the population was beginning to fall, many developed countries were experiencing loss of population, a continuation of the trend shown in years past. People weren't having kids, birthrates all over the world were in the low 1's. But then something changed, no one is quite sure what caused it, or why, but it was as if a switch had been flipped in the population. A cultural change slowly swept the world, and it started when celebrities began to breed, romanticizing big families and so on, movies began to focus only on having kids, and it soon took over. Women all around the world had newfound urges for family, and men developed larger libidos with breeding in mind.

It was like a snowball, birthrates began to soar, higher than they had been even in the baby boomer era, shops and business  began stocking nothing but baby supplies, strollers lined the streets being pushed by expectant mothers. There was regression in civil rights, women quit their jobs and stayed home, the new desire to only pump out as many children as possible taking over almost all women around the world. It seemed to be manifesting younger and younger as well, young girls becoming obsessed with babies and striving to be like their heavily pregnant mothers when they were adults. Seemingly every woman on earth was taken by this insatiable desire to make families as big as possible, or even bigger still.

Soon, the birthrates of the world were the highest in recorded history, but women were unsatisfied with their meager abilities to produce offspring, after all, more was better, and only a few babies every nine months was not enough. Women began to wolf down fertility supplements, practically exhausting the supply of them. Scientists all around the world began to focus all research efforts into increasing fertility and fecundity, as it was now seen as humanities primary goal. They developed supplements and treatments that dramatically increased the number of babies a womb could carry, and increased fecundity to a point that humans were now considered animals that produced in large litters. Singletons were a thing of the past, and now it was very rare to find a woman pregnant with anything less than 8 children.  Men's sperm became more potent, and many women found themselves swelling with babies measured in dozens.

By the year 2085, things were only going faster, and women were only getting bigger. People were living longer, and staying fertile longer, the results of immense improvements in medical research. Fertility drugs only got more powerful with every coming year, and advanced surgical procedures allowed the wombs of women to stretch unhindered. Wars were no longer fought and there was hardly any crime, making babies was everyones main objective. Birthrates had skyrocketed to levels in the 50s and higher, the average fertile aged woman producing anywhere from 50-100 babies in her lifetime, and this number was only increasing. Cities were packed, and forced to grow upwards and outwards, previous records instantly shattered. The Earth's surface was slowly turning gray at an increasing rate, and the population had shot past the 100 billion mark. There were more schools than ever before, schools being filled faster than they could be built, and they only taught one thing to their impressionable students. To make babies.


Science fixed issues like providing food for everyone, botanical research yielding results that eliminated world hunger. At this point, almost no women had jobs outside of making children, cooking and cleaning. The ones who did all worked in schools or in nurseries, always heavily pregnant. The number of non-pregnant fertile women had been reduced to near zero. The only women of age to produce offspring who were not pregnant were only between pregnancies, taking a short break while recuperating from birth. This however did not last long, for as soon as a woman decided to take a break, she was instantly filled with desire to get pregnant again.

Women were enormous, by the year 2140 the vast majority of women were too large to move, and had to be assisted by gravity belts previously developed by scientists for only the largest of pregnancies. The average pregnancy resulted in a womb filled with over 60 to 80 babies, bringing the world birthrates into the many thousands. Strollers were a far cry from what the used to be, everywhere you look, the world is filled with strollers capable of carrying 10 or more babies, all being pushed by everyone, kids pushing strollers for moms and multitudes of factories built with the sole purpose of handling the immense influx of new young. The world population had shot past 700 billion like it was nothing, well on its way to the trillion mark. Cities and large warehouses dominated the Earth's surface, uninhabitable areas being quickly transformed and built upon while vast ocean liners were constructed, floating cities that took advantage of the earths dwindling real estate. Scientists began constructing immense space stations, and projects to terraform mars and the surrounding planets were quickly underway, immense cities quickly beginning to spring up on Mars and Venus.

In the year 2345, Earth is nothing but civilization. The oceans filled with cities and the land all but completely covered.  To make up for the erasure of the Earths forests, the planet itself has been modified to produce oxygen for its uncountable pregnant inhabitants. The population easily decimated the 25 trillion mark, women only getting more and more pregnant, filled to the point that every single fertile woman on earth is pregnant, their bellies so large that giant gravity harnesses are constructed to carry them. The average number of babies in any given womb is well over 1000, women's bellies so large that they quake and jiggle with squirming life. Women's pregnant bellies are literally as large as small houses, constantly shaking and bulging as babies kick within. Women are at this point all but reduced in intelligence so that all they can think about is babies, constantly wanting more children and rubbing themselves and each other as their bellies stretch and grow. Fertility medicine is so powerful that women have been permanently modified, They constantly have new fetuses growing in them at all times from the gallons of sperm they take in. This has made it so that women are constantly producing offspring, only slowing down every nine months to get a few more gallons of their husbands cum pumped into them.

By 2455 the average woman's birthrate is well in the tens of thousands, the Earth's population reaching a staggering 80 trillion. Another 5 trillion live on space stations, still valiantly converting all of the solar systems habitable planets into cityscapes. Mars boasts a population of 28 trillion almost completely covered in city whilst Venus as blown up to 60 trillion, looking almost identical to Earth. The asteroid belts provide most of the resources people need, while efforts to populate the rest of the solar system are well underway. Women outnumber men 5/2, and nearly 100% of them are pregnant, still jiggling and bulging as their massive bellies swell with life, only to be birthed and to start the growth cycle over again immediately, filling the massively overcrowded world with growing uncountable multitudes. 

Continuing from the baby explosion introduction - In the future, after years of slow population growth decline and falling fertility rates, a switch will flip. Birth rates begin to soar, societies become extremely pro-natalistic, a regression in women's rights is seen and women are overtaken with desire to make massive families. Fertility medicine is advanced, and soon women birth in litters. The population explodes, and as hundreds of years pass, the babies only become more numerous.

The year is 2035, and here we see our first protagonist, a 18 year old American girl who goes by the name of Samantha. She is a typical older teen, just finishing up high school and trying to figure out where she should attend for higher education. 

“Fuuuck, I can't wait until I don't have to eat this garbage anymore...” She motioned towards her pizza flavored lunch supplements the school provides. “Ha, yea, but I will kind of miss it too.” says Jillian, Samantha's good friend from her applied biomechanics class. Samantha glances across the room and spots Amanda, a popular girl who is well known mostly due to her being pregnant, something exceedingly rare in modern day highschools. Samantha jeers “Oh boy, here comes miss Amanda, the burgeoning whale to gorge herself again.” Jillian looks on at the heavily pregnant Amanda “I wonder who the father is, can't help but wonder who would allow her pregnancy to continue at such a young age, I don't want kids until I'm at least 30. Although, just between you and me Sammy, if there were no consequences, I would totally have a lot of kids, I absolutely love babies.” Samantha looks on in disgust “God you're both gross... I don't ever want any nasty fucking kids.” 

Later that day Samantha arrives home and browses her favorite news aggregators and blogs on her holo-display. There are a lot of new stories today, mostly talking about babies and how seemingly hundreds of celebrities have just announced they are pregnant. Samantha is confused at first, she has never seen this many articles about pregnancy in one place before, and seemingly every site she visits is packed with them. “What the fuck, people must really feel the need to breed, I've never seen this many articles about having babies. Whatever, it's their lives to ruin I guess...” Samantha says to herself. 

“Honey, we made dinner!” Samantha's father exclaimed from another room. “I'll be right there.” Samantha says, dismissing the computer system. “Sam, we have some exciting news! We made dinner for this special occasion!” Samantha's mother said, putting a bowl of food on the table. “I swear to god if you guys say you're pregnant I will explode.” Sam interjected jokingly. 

“Oh... haha... well, its funny you say that...” Samantha's mother says “I actually am.... I know, I know, we weren't expecting it either, we settled on one child before you were born but... I don't know, we just felt... like we should have another, its hard to explain Sam, your father and I are both sure of it though.” 

“Ohhhh, well, I think I will just eat in my room tonight, need to, digest this, ya know?” Samantha said as she quickly turned with her plate of food to her room. “Sam, wait! I know this is sudden but we need t...” Sam closed the door before her mother could finish the sentence. “don't worry dear, I'm sure she will come around, she's just surprised that's all.” Samantha's father said reassuringly to his wife.

Sam stared at her food while she brought the computer holo display back up. “What the actual fuck... Is everyone getting pregnant? I mean, this is so weird, first the internet going baby-berserk, and now my parents having another kid after 18 years?” Samantha turns to the news articles, pro-childfree blogs she followed were even announcing they were having a child? What kind of madness is this? No one switched their deeply held views like that. However, as Samantha continued to scroll and click and think, she started to wonder out loud, “Why am I not disgusted by this?” She looked down at her stomach, “I feel like... I should have a baby too... What the hell is happening?”

After a few more minutes of intense internal questioning she found herself getting turned on at the thought of being pregnant, and she started searching for pregnancy blogs and looking at pictures of pregnant women. “This feels so wrong, but, it feels so right..” she whispered to herself while rubbing her empty belly with desire. “I need to talk to Janelle, she was the last person I talked to before.... this.. happened.” She then pulled up Janelle's chat window and video called her. Almost immediately, Janelle picked up, a look of confusion on her face. “Sammy? Why are you calling me on a weekday, did you forget your bio-mech homework?” 

“Janelle, this is a fucking weird question, but have you had an increased desire to have kids lately?” Samantha asks with a flustered look on her face. “Oh, my god, I thought I was going nuts, everywhere I look has been talking about pregnancy and earlier at lunch I kept looking at Amanda and wishing I was like her... I guess that's also you're experience?” said Janelle. “Well, my mom just told me she is pregnant and at first it grossed me out but as I kept finding more and more shit online I started to feel... different. I wanted kids for the first time, and if I'm being honest, I want a lot.” 



Fast forward a few weeks, and our lovely Samantha finally asked a boy out on a date, she never had much of a sexuality and hadn't dated before, but she had the need to breed. It had completely taken over the past weeks, it seemed like everyone was getting pregnant. Almost every girl in school was talking about babies, and a good half of the girls were pregnant, all the others were quickly trying to get in a relationship to get pregnant. Teachers were announcing pregnancies, people who hadn't had kids in years were all getting pregnant. And this wasn't just happening in one place, it seemed like the entire world had been swept with this desire, and it had. 

After only a few days of dating this new boy, named Derrek, Samantha has already slept with him. He is very well hung, nearly 12 inches long and full of baby batter. She has been having sex with him non-stop, and purposefully stopped her birth control and made sure no condoms were present. That was not much of a challenge though, since Derrek was just as hungry to impregnate her as she was. She has also been wolfing down fertility supplements provided by her holo-system and requested her doctor to provide her even more, with which she was met with surprisingly no resistance, as her heavily pregnant doctor seemed extatic to write her a prescription for extra strength fecundity supplements.

The next morning after their latest fetish-fueled fuck, she looked into the holo-display in the bathroom after she finished her morning business and asked it aloud. “Computer, pregnancy test results?” The computer system beeped and responded, “Urine sample scan complete. Samantha Osiris, age 18, height 5 feet 5 inches, weight 142 pounds, you have been administered 500 mg of fertility supplements a day per your requests, urine tests indicate positive results, congratulations on your new baby and or babies miss Osiris. Would you like to provide a genome sample to determine fetal specifics?” 

Samantha nearly melted on the spot, she rubbed her belly and looked at the computer with a smile, “Absolutely.” The computer then took a blood sample from her finger and after a few minutes of scanning beeped and responded, “Congratulations miss Osiris, test results indicate a 19 year old male by the name of Derrek Jameson has impregnated you with approximately 11 fetuses. 4 male, 7 female. Calculations show you will successfully gestate all 11 fetuses to 9 months with a combined womb mass of approximately 78 pounds.”

“11 babies?! 78 pounds?!? I will need a harness for that!” Samantha exclaimed, feeling more aroused than she ever had in her life. All she could think about was buying strollers and clothing for her newborns and immediately becoming pregnant as soon as the babies were born. “I need to talk to my doctor about getting higher strength supplements....” Her new baby fueled mind had completely wiped out her old child hating mind. Nobody felt like they did before, everybody was getting pregnant, nobody was ashamed and there was no questioning. It was obvious the world had spiraled into a new baby boom caused for unknown reasons on a scale much higher than the baby boom following the second world war. No one understood why this change in attitude had occurred, and no one cared. Everyone wanted babies.

As time passed Samantha graduated high school and moved in with her new husband Derrek. She kept close with her friend Janelle who had already given birth to her first batch of 6 kids. Samantha successfully gave birth to her 11 babies and she and Derrek were already working on having more, both Samantha and Derrek's parents paid for everything, buying them all they needed to pump out kids. The world birthrate spirals out of control and companies sell more baby products than ever in history. Research focused all of its attention to advancing fertility and fecundity, and in botanical research to feed the influx of population, which now sat at 13 billion and was rapidly increasing. Samantha had completely abandoned her wish to go to college, as had most of the girls in her school and across the world. Men began to almost exclusively work all jobs, and the world was packed with new babies.

As the years turned to decades everything kept increasing. Scientific breakthroughs had made it so diseases had been curbed to near nothing, fertility science had increased exponentially, allowing wombs to carry more babies, and mens sperm to fertilize more eggs. Mens sperm became more potent, and their shafts grew in size. Anti-grav harnesses had been developed for the mass market to aid in carrying the immense girth women were capable of. Birthrates go into the hundreds, wars aren't fought anymore, babies are everywhere, and they outnumber the adult population many times over.

50 years pass and it is 2085. The world population is in the hundreds of billions, and our Samantha is now 68 years old, but she looks like she is 25. Women don't start menopause until their 100's, and Samantha has already given birth to over 225 babies. Her parents had just recently retired, making Samantha, previously an only child, now a sibling to 95 brothers and sisters. The baby fever had hit Samantha hard, and that would carry on in her genetics to her kids, Most of which had already started massive families of their own. Samantha already a grandmother to many thousands of kids. This increasing trend is only on the rise, newer generations even more baby crazed than the last. It's clear this is only speeding up, and wombs are only getting bigger.

Continuing from the baby explosion part 1, Samantha's story.
The year is 2145, and the prolific Samantha left her mark upon the world, at 128 years old, she has finally hit menopause. After 110 years of pumping out as many kids as possible, she is now the mother to well over 500 children, and grandmother to tens of thousands. Each generation was more prolific and baby-hungry than the last, and Samantha had very few children who would have less that 500 kids by the time they hit menopause. At the time when the baby explosion first hit in the 2030's, there were 8.1 billion people on earth. A large number yes, however birthrates all over the world were the lowest in history. It seemed as if humanity had long since finished its baby boom of the 1900's and was gradually tapering off, until the event. The event was named by demographers the turn of the baby age, but was colloquially known only as “the baby explosion.” 

No one knew what had caused it, there didn't seem to be any root cause, everyone just wanted more babies. The average birthrate was now in the high thousands, and many of Samantha's older children had over one thousand children of their own, bringing the world population terrifyingly close to the trillion mark at record speed. It is at this point that we meet one of Samantha's great granddaughters, a mixed half Japanese girl aged 24 named Kaori. Kaori is well into starting her own family, already having birthed over one hundred children already. She is already becoming one of the worlds more prolific breeders, helping to bring Japan's population alone up to 30 billion. She is not only incredibly fertile, but is special, as she has just been selected into a Japanese fertility treatment program that is testing bleeding edge fertility supplements. This program of fertility scientists have just finished developing the most powerful fertility drug yet, and have chosen Kaori as one of the first women to try it.

“I am so excited!” Kaori screeched, her womb quaking with 28 babies as she looked to her incredibly pregnant best friend Melonia. “It's been so much waiting, but they chose me! Me! I get to be in the Janext fertility program!” “I'm super happy for you Kaori,” Melonia said, “You have always been quite the baby maker, hell, you have probably had three kids for every one of mine and we are only in our 20's!” Melonia looked down at her distended womb of only 13 babies, feeling disappointed she wasn't as fertile as her friend. Kaori notices this says to her “Melonia, this isn't just for me, I definitely want more babies, and I can't tell you how much I hope this program increases my fertility. But I also get to test these drugs to make sure they work, and what I test will go on to help you have more babies and be like me!” Kaori said with a childish grin. Melonia didn't exactly feel comforted by Kaori's simplistic words, and sheepishly smiled in response. This type of exchange was all to common these days. With women almost exclusively staying at home with this new instinctual need to make babies and men doing all the work, female intelligence had dropped off to almost nothing.

At this point women spent only 5 years in school learning the basics of how to read and write and mostly how to take care of babies. This baby explosion was slowly rewiring womens brains only for making babies, and most they simply didn't have the I.Q to do anything else at this point. Women outnumbered men 5-2, and many women lived in polygamous harems with their well hung husband and his other pregnant wives. Kaori is one of 6 wives to a man by the name of James who sports a 18 inch schlong with nuts the size of baseballs.

Kaori wakes up on the day of her appointment to the Janext fertility program and makes her way through the massively sprawling “Tokyo” which at this point covers the entire island of Japan and even stretches into the sea. She is just coming up on her local metro station and is getting ready to board the super high speed shuttle, already eyeing her favorite spot, a  maternity seat near the front window. Of course, 95 percent of the seating IS for expecting mothers, however this seat gives her the best view of her, “city” and for once, it's open! The world is so ridiculously overcrowded that getting her seat is usually a challenge, but today is her lucky day. She quickly gets over to it, as fast as a whale can, and lowers her incredibly wide hips into the chair, next to a woman who looks to have a womb full of at least 30 kids. She is young, and looks very excited. Kaori waves to her and says, “Wow, your big! Are you going to Janext too?

“Yup!” the girl says, practically bouncing in her seat. “Theres actually quite a few women here today for that.” She says cheerily, pointing to a few other expecting mothers. The shuttle was absolutely beaming with the smiles of all of the pregnant women on board as the loader doors closed and sealed. “I'm Maki” the girl said to Kaori “I can't wait to have more babies, I almost jumped out of my skin when I got the letter from Janext.” Maki said to Kaori as the shuttle fired its engines and sped down the intercontinental transport tube toward the Janext facility. Kaori absentmindedly agreed with Maki as she looked out the window to the absurdly massive Tokyo. There was no nature in sight for thousands of miles, instead there were countless buildings of different architecture piled on top of one another, stretching far into the sky, and also equally far underground to hold the billions of citizens. 

As Kaori and the other test subjects arrive at the facility, all seems to go as normal. Janext has been testing women with new fertility medicines for years and usually enjoying moderate success. No one anticipated the potency of this new drug however, simply codenamed H6, this new drug was a completely different formulation to anything synthesized before, and the scientists did not have particularly high hopes for this unknown supplement. H6 was the brainchild of Hideo Takahashi, a scientist who had been working in the field of fertility for 45 years. He awoke one night with a vision of a chemical that would revolutionize the field, but did not realize that the new drug would turn out to be the single most powerful fertility drug ever created. H6 was administered to the subjects at what would be considered a normal dose for traditional fertility supplements, and the women were instructed to take it alongside their normal fertility supplements. 

As the months passed Kaori and Maki birthed their current litters and had been taking the H6 dose each day. Tests were showing extremely high hormone levels in the womens offspring and were being monitored, but as they got pregnant, the real results would soon show. Kaori woke up a few days after her latest sexscapade with her husband James and noticed a tight feeling in her stomach. She finished her morning routing and began to question the computer, “Ezra, can you do a health scan on me this morning, my stomach hurts.” The computer system responded “Of course princess Kaori.” A few minutes pass and the computer responds “Princess Kaori, it appears your intercourse with James has proved successful, you are currently gestating fetuses, I will perform a fertility scan and report back to Janext.” The computer beeped and passed a probe over her stomach and scanned her. “Congratulations princess Kaori, you are currently gestating 340 fetuses. This is 200 percent higher than your expected fertility from 500 mg of the experimental H6 fertility drug. This has been reported to Janext, please expect a response in less than 24 hours.” 

“Thu… three hundred fooorty?!?” Kaori exclaimed, a mix of fear and extreme pleasure washing over her. Almost immediately, Kaori received a message from her new friend Maki, no doubt about babies. Kaori listened as Maki exclaimed she was pregnant with over 200 babies and appeared frantic yet greatly pleasured. Kaori sat in her room in front of the computer system mouth agape waiting for a response from Janext.

Lead scientist Hideo was staring open mouthed at the early results screen his computer provided him. “Whu..What? 340? This can't be… I had high expectations of the H6 molecule, but, nothing like this….” Hideo said to his assistants. “I have to tell the government about this, this is amazing, there are going to be so many babies!” “Sir,” one of his assistants interjected, “These women won't be able to move with that many fetuses gestating in them, it is in extremely early development, but I think we should deploy the grav-harness to these women.”

“If you think it is ready for deployment, then ship it to them as soon as possible, and program their computers to equip them with it, also, get me in contact with the prime minister, I need to alert him of an impending baby boom.” The  computer holo display bleeped and the face of the prime minister appeared. “Ah, Janexts own Hideo Takahashi, how goes the H6 treatment?” He said. “This is important sir, it appears the H6 molecule was incredibly successful, and has far surpassed our expectations and simulated models. Every woman in the testing phase has been impregnated with no less than 200 fetuses each. Some as high as 400. We would like to request permission to collaborate with the space program as we are going to need to take drastic action, there is about to be a baby boom.”

10 years pass, and it is 2155. Janext refined the H6 molecule into a drug known as Haiferol, and it has been on the worldwide market now for a few years now. If you look at a population growth rate graph, you would see a very sharp increase from 2085 to 2145, and then a vertical spike that grows exponentially following the release of Haiferol. As of 2145, the world population was 965 billion, and rapidly approaching 1 trillion. The birth rate was a steadily growing 1000 babies per woman. Then Haiferol makes worldwide news, the public rejoices, and women scarf the incredibly potent drug down en-masse. The birth rate yet again skyrockets up into the hundreds of thousands of babies per woman, and in the 5 short years Haiferol has been out, the world population instantly decimated 1 trillion, and is well on its way to 2 trillion. The small amount of remaining wilderness on earth is converted into city, and the space programs made leaps and bounds in space technology, successfully terraforming the moon and already converting Mars' natural landscape into cities. The combination of the effects of the incredibly powerful fertility drugs and further brain rewiring has caused womens intelligence to have lowered even more, at this point most women not even being able to form coherent sentences, and simply uttering the word “babies” over and over while they rub each others titanic quaking wombs. 

An incredibly proud Hideo Takahashi looks up to one of his assistants as they examine a new molecule, codenamed H8. “I think we are going to have another baby boom, and this time, I think we are going to need to go interstellar.” He says looking at the computer simulated model, showing womens wombs carrying many thousands of fetuses in a single pregnancy.

JoeBilyjoe,

I'm ALMOST finished with "Missed Period", I mean, I got her to full term with 55 babies but cannot seem to finish it appropriately.
I have started on another story though "An Eye for an Eye". Part 1-4 so far.
Hopefully you'll enjoy this one also.

Pretty sure that I've posted this... but here it is anyway ~


[align=center]An Eye For An Eye[/align]
[align=center]by Matrix ([email protected])[/align]
 
  "…will the defendant please rise for sentencing?" the bailiff instructs.
Both sides of the jury room arise as instructed. Shannon Thompson adjusts her pretty pink dress she'd worn especially for this moment. Her lawyer had tutored her in the fine art of appearing as innocent as possible for her situation was one of great desperation. Shannon pressed the pleats of her dress tightly as she stood, clasping her defense attorneys hand tightly.
The Foreman, an older gentleman stands up to the microphone, cleared his throat saying, "Your honor, on the matter of the people vs. Shannon Thompson on the charges of Involuntary Manslaughter; we, the jury, find Shannon Thompson…."
Shannon squeezes her lawyers hand even harder, closing her eyes and silently prayed to a God she didn't believe in, to save her.
"….guilty as charged!" He declares.
"Judge," Shannon's lawyer interjects quickly, "May we know the verdict of each of the charges individually?"
The Judge nods and asks the foreman to proclaim each charge individually.
"On the charge of Involuntary Manslaughter of James Nichols we, the jury, find Shannon Thompson, guilty. On the charge of Involuntary Manslaughter of Sarah Nichols we, the jury, find Shannon Thompson, guilty. On the charge of Involuntary Manslaughter of Margaret Nichols we, the jury, find Shannon Thompson, guilty.
On the charge of Involuntary Manslaughter of Billy Nichols we, the jury, find Shannon Thompson, guilty," the foreman drones on.
Each sentence sending sharp volts of terror into Shannon's heart and soul; each verdict condemning her forever. Mr. Jacobs, Shannon's lawyer leans over and whispers quietly to his sobbing client.
"Your honor," he says, "Ms. Thompson has agreed to waive her appeal and throws herself on the mercy of the court."
The judge nods dutifully, leans over to speak with the bailiff, "Counsel will meet with me in my chamber in one hour!" The judge barks and then pounds the gavel with disdain.
The bailiff escorts Shannon back to the waiting room, motions her inside and locks the door behind her.
Emotions of the day's event finally reach a crescendo; Shannon is unable to display the brave face that she's put forth all day long. She slumps down onto an awaiting chair and sobs… deeply! Tears flow on and on and on, she grabs a nearby box of tissues, blowing her nose loudly.
Her lawyer, Nick Jacobs walks in suddenly to check on her.
He's been a trial lawyer for over ten years, won and lost dozens of times yet the awkwardness and inability to show empathy is easily apparent on this seasoned prosecutor's face. Such is the life of a lawyer!
"… I tried my best kiddo, but I've heard that you have an option. I still haven't figured it out yet, and as a matter of record none of the lawyers that I know can figure out what happens," he says with a puzzled look on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Shannon sobs.
"Well Miss Thompson, it seems that during a case such as this where the defendant is a woman involved in a capital case where a life is taken… there seems to be some kind of deal they cannot refuse," he says gesturing his hands mystically.
A knock at the door breaks up their conversation.
"It's time, the judge is ready to see you now," the bailiff says, speaking to Shannon only.
"As counsel, it is my right to accompany my client in any legal matter," Nick warns very legally. "True enough," the bailiff responds, "But the judge instructed me to relay to you that the deal is with Miss Thompson alone. It's either alone with the judge or back to the open court room to face sentencing!"
Shannon looks back at her lawyer who can only shrug his shoulders in agreement.
The bailiff handcuffs Shannon to himself again and gestures back towards the court room.
"Turn left here," he says. Shannon nods her head and trudges forward.
The bailiff releases her bonds only to attach them to the chair.
"…. wait right here," the bailiff says incredulously as if she had another choice.
"Miss Thompson has arrived," he says after knocking twice on the judges chambers.
"Come…" is the stern reply from inside.
Releasing Shannon from her shackles the bailiff signals her in.
"I'll be right outside," he says and closes the door behind her.
Judge Reynolds, sitting behind his desk, peers at her through bifocals momentarily before continuing with paperwork.
"Have a seat," he says, "I'm just going over your sentence."
Shannon gulps involuntarily but has the sense to remain quiet and motionless whilst he carries on.
"Miss Thompson, did your lawyer inform you of the seriousness of the crime that you've been convicted of and the potential time of incarceration involved?" Judge Reynolds asks in a monotone voice.
"Errr, yes…ummm, I mean, no… I mean, he told me that I could get 25 years to life for my crime… but he didn't know or understand why you wanted to see me… err, alone.
I mean… err, alone … all by myself, in your chambers… err, your honor? She responds.
"Twenty five years to life… for each life you destroyed," Judge Reynolds emphasizes harshly.
Your negligence took not only four lives, Miss Thompson; you killed a family… a whole family!" He corrects her soundly.
"I know Judge, I know!" She begins to sob.
"If this were one hundred years ago we'd simply lock you up for good; you'd die in jail Ms. Thompson!" He says sternly.
Shannon can only nod her head in agreement.
"… but, this is the 23rd century and since you are a young, healthy female," he says with his eyes still immersed in paperwork, "We have options."
"There it is!" Shannon mumbles quietly to herself, "This crooked judge wants me to have sex with him to reduce my sentence! I can't believe it!"
Tears stream again from her young eyes; she shakes her head in disbelief.
Standing, she starts to slowly undress, her whimpering barely audible.
"I guess this will help me?" Shannon says, her eyes averted towards the floor to avoid the sheer shame of it all as her dress crumples into a heap by her ankles.
Finally the judge looks up and is flatly shocked!
"Miss Thompson, pull your dress back up and sit down!" He shouts angrily.
Stunned, she redresses quickly and plops back onto the bench.
"…but… but… you said," she tries to explain.
The Judge realizes his mistake and softens his tone, "Miss Thompson, I'll have you know that I'm an honest, credible judge with over 25 years of public service and there is no way I’d…” He pauses briefly, composing himself,” …and there is another way to atone for your crimes!"
"Like I was saying, the twenty five years to life is consecutive, you'd be behind bars for the next hundred years. Can you imagine yourself staying in jail for the rest of your life?" He asks her.
"No, Judge… no… but, what else can I do?" She responds shyly.
He pauses for a moment for effect, making her wait for a possible solution… an answer to her prayers.
"There is a little known, experimental place called "Multiple Organism Treatment, Healing and Replacement" facility where a woman like yourself could go and make things right again," Judge Reynolds interjects.
Shannon's eyes light up, it sounds promising to her.
"They can take the DNA of the lives you destroyed and recreate each family member as if this never happened. After their bodies are cloned per se, they can introduce each individuals engrams from the moment of the accident and it'll be as if this entire unfortunate accident never occurred," he states patiently.
Shannon is silent, not sure what to say or do.
"It's not a fool proof system; the fact that some religious zealots think that creating a life belongs solely to God Almighty," Jude Reynolds says, "But it’s either bring back the four lives you ended or one hundred years in jail. The choice is of course, up to you."
"So… I have a baby and they somehow replace the Nichols family," she queries.
"Yes, that's just about right Sarah, only you owe four lives… and they won't exactly be babies," he corrects her. Either way you have to decide here and now, I'm due back in court in five minutes," he says, perturbed that she's taking so long for what seems like a simple solution.
Shannon tries quickly to comprehend what he's just said but the idea that she may not have to spend the rest of her life in jail is too much to pass up.
"I… I'll take it," Shannon murmurs nearly inaudibly.
"Speak up girl, what did you say?" Judge Reynolds bellows.
"I'll do it Your Honor, I accept your offer!" She replies.
"Good… and a wise choice for you Shannon; I hope to never see you again in my chambers," he says with authority, "Bailiff!"
 
The next several days are a complete blur for Shannon as she travels to her new home.
Shannon is jostled awake by a large bump in the road; she looks around bewildered and confused trying to discern where she is.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," a voice calls to her, "I wasn't sure if you'd ever wake up!"
Shannon looks up and finds a beautiful young woman staring back at her, one eye cocked with confusion and wonderment.
"The names Abby, Abby Conwell," she says, offering a hand of friendship.
"Shannon… Shannon Thompson," she answers, "Wha… what, err where are we?"
"The only thing that I can figure out is that we're on an island somewhere, I saw what looked like the ocean a while back and the driver said that we're about 30 minutes from MOTHER," Abby answers.
"MOTHER?" Shannon queries, "What the heck is MOTHER?"
"Boy, you were sleepy… you know, MOTHER… that place where we all are supposed to atone for our crimes, pay back society… at least that's what the judge told me," Abby retorts.
Looking around, Shannon discovers the bus full of woman, some as young as she, some older and all with the same confusing look about their faces.
"So… what are you in for, what did you do Shannon?" She asks.
"Oh… I…" Shannon stammers sheepishly.
"Okay… I'll go first. I'm a military pilot flying a routine low-level hack and, well even though it wasn't really my fault due to poor intelligence… I accidentally killed 14 Marines in a "friendly fire" incident. I was in all of the papers… unfortunately," Abby sighs.
"So, they told you too that we'd have babies and replace the lives we lost… err, stole," Shannon asks.
"Yeah," she says, "Though I still don't understand how it's going to work. For example, what about those girls who can't get pregnant? How am I going to replace 14 lives, do I have them one at a time, or multiples, or what? How long do we have to stay to 'pay our debt to society' and really, "Where the hell are we?!"
Shannon just nods her head, "DWI," she says, her eyes looking downward, "I killed four people because I was driving drunk, blitzed out of my mind."
A tear emerges, dropping to the floor from Shannon's eyes.
"Well, we'll stick together through this Shannon, you and me kid," Abby says with a hug.
As they round a curve on the road, all of the woman aboard collectively shout out in unison as their final destination approaches.
"Oh my goodness…LOOK!" Abby shouts, pointing.
"That's right ladies," the bus driver pipes up via the bus microphone, responding to the ladies excitement.
"That'll be MOTHER on the horizon, the new home for you pretty ladies for quite awhile… some of you, a very, very long time. You'll find your new home to be a great place despite the gravity of your crimes," he says.
Suddenly they all quiet down.
"Names Jasper," he says, introducing himself as they turn the corner to the entrance of the complex.
Jasper, an elderly African-American gentlemen of nearly 70 years of age. Tall and lanky he is with snow-colored hair and beard, a white shirt adorned with a plain red tie, suspenders holding up his dark blue jeans.
“It's okay ladies, I've heard damn near all of the stories.
“Been driving women like yo’ selves up here for many, many years," he continues.
"It's not so bad… they'll feed you and take really, really good care of all of you. Ain't but a few guards in the whole damn place anyhow! All you gots to do is make lotsa pre-borns and grow your tummies out nice and big… yep, that's all you gots to do, get nice and big!" he chuckles.
Turning the corner into the complex he presses a button on the dashboard of the bus and the massive gate to the complex begins to slowly swing open revealing an elegant, brilliant alabaster white facility in the foreground filled with lush foliage and exquisite trees. Multiple row of buildings are in view, each splendid in luscious color causing the new residents to wonder amongst themselves.
The din of the bus grows exponentially as the ladies stand up to get a good look at their new home.
“A pool, I see a pool!” One of the new inmates shouts.
“Look at the ocean, it looks like it goes right up to the ocean,” another woman exclaims.
“Ah yes, Jasper says, “Plenty to see and do here at MOTHER, aside from growing big and round. You’ll be able to get to the beach also I hear…”
“…providing of course, you can still walk,” he mumbles quietly.
The bus rounds a corner, coming to a full stop in front of the main structure of the vast complex; “The Meeting Place” as it is called.
“Well,” Jasper says rising awkwardly from his seat. “You’ve arrived at your new residence ladies, isn’t it beautiful?”
All of the ladies aboard gather their belongings and slowly shuffle off of the bus.
“Please ladies, follow me,” the kind, older gentlemen instructs them at the top of the stairs.
Mindlessly, the new inmates follow him, like children succeeding the Pied Piper.
Two gigantic oak doors creak open, responding to Jaspers presence, he ushers them all inside like a preschool teacher to his students.
Slowly, the crowd of women shuffles into the auditorium, all eyes turning towards the front stage.
Several men and woman in sterile, pristine white lab coats issue seating instructions and the new arrivals sheepishly take their assigned places.
Suddenly as if on cue as the last inmate sits the auditorium lights grow dim as the stage light brighten.
"Welcome to the Multiple Organism Treatment, Healing and Replacement facility ladies," he says, pointing at each word on the large display.
"'MOTHER' as many have called it.
My name is Jim Fingers, I'll be your primary contact, your liaison and general helper in your transition," he says.
"Now I'm sure that all of you have dozens of questions to ask but if you'll be patient for about an hour or so, I'll try to..." he pauses for a moment and chuckles,"....fill you up with information."
His audience responds with guarded laughter, the newest members remaining apprehensive.
“Please relax and be at ease, hopefully my assistant Mr. Jenkins has arranged you all so that you'll be seated in the proper seats and the packages on the seats have your names on the covers,” Mr. Fingers says.
“Please check and raise your hands if they do not match.”
“There are just twenty of you ladies in this new batch of arrivals so this should go fairly smoothly…” He pauses watching the ladies attentively ensuring that indeed, their packages match their owners.
“Now within each package you all will find a timepiece, a watch of sorts. Please take it out and place it on your left wrists,” he instructs them and all comply quickly.
The auditorium seats about 250 guests, each chair within is deep plush purple and extremely comfortable; each equipped with a desk with a flat panel monitor to its side.
Jim Fingers presses a button on with a simplified remote control causing the lights to dim slightly, each individual monitor lights up showing the company logo, MOTHER.
This corresponds with an identical image on the auditorium screen behind the speaker, Mr. Fingers.
“Okay, now each of you ladies has committed a crime and have subsequently been found guilty.
The punishment phase… well, the rehabilitation phase begins here where we try to make things right again, that's what the judges have told all of you, right?” He asks.
All of MOTHERs newest occupants reluctantly nod in unison.
“Yes, yes… I understand all of you ladies have done bad things in your recent past, but we at MOTHER are not, we were not created to dwell in the past, but to create a future!” Jim says with exuberance.
“It's not an easy task reintegrating the lives you've taken back into society, matter of fact, it’s pretty damn hard!” Jim says, raising his arms in exaggeration, “But the point is, we can do it! Sure you all have taken lives, but we're here to right past wrongs, to set things back into motion and make the world a much better place!”
 
“I'm not required to brief you ladies like this but I do it because despite the gravity of all of your crimes we here at MOTHER endeavor to make your stay here as positive as possible,” he says.
“Yes, you all are inmates here, incarcerated for various terms until you've repaid your debts to society which, in your cases, giving backs the lives you've stolen. Yes, I am a warden and this is a prison without doubt. We do have guidelines and mandates to follow, but the rest… well, let’s just say that the rest of the story is highly subjective.
That we accomplish our mission is critical but the HOW, yes the HOW we accomplish such a mission is another story,” he says.
“So… how does this work you might be asking yourselves,” he queries his captive audience.
All the young ladies nod in near unison, their cumulative attention focused on him.
“Well before each of you arrived we began the time-consuming processing of gathering the DNA, the building blocks of each and every life you've take and our staff prepared for your arrivals.
Each of you has a burden to bear, yes that pun was intended and you'll find out more information as you go through the packets provided,” he says.
“Most of you will simply deliver one life at a time, the gestation period for each pregnancy is 12 months no matter how many “pre-borns” as we call them,,that you carry.
It doesn't really matter what size or shape you are in, you'll all be able to carry the “pre-borns' safely the entire year,” Jim carries on emphatically.
“Some of you will discover certain privileges and helpful hints from the others that are already serving their various sentences here; I encourage to ask around to find out the secrets of this place.
Now MOTHER, as we have coined the place is located at secret location, on a small island in the South Pacific.
“Sir… uh, Mr. Fingers?” A cute brunette pipes up, raising her hand, trembling with trepidation.
Jim pauses, “Yes Ma'am, Miss… Miss Jenkins?” He says looking at his seating chart.
“But how is this done and isn't this like 'playing God',” she asks.
“Well, I'll get to the 'how' in a moment, but you've asked a very, very good question,” Jim answers, pausing to get the right words, the proper attitude to motivate his young, fertile inmates.
“Yes, in a sense, we are playing God… but is it wrong to fix things, to reset the balance of good vs. evil in favor of good? The God of the Bible that I believe in is a God of life and of the future. Should we just stand idly by and let tragedy consume us or should we do something about it, I ask you?!” He says emphatically.
Mr. Fingers pauses for a moment, begins his welcome speech again, “We are proud to say that we are completely self-sufficient and well able to care for each and every one of you during your stay here.
Here on the island you'll find the latest and most modern equipment available! We have a very large swimming pool area not to mention the beach area which is fully maintained by our staff, just for you!
We have tennis courts, a bowling alley and an excellent recreation center stocked with every form of entertainment imaginable. Yes, this is a jail of sorts but that I mean, you all have committed crimes and all will serve them out, here but that doesn't mean we cannot provide a few luxuries, does it?” He asks.
“For example, each of your suites sports 60” plasma TVs, your own personal computers to communicate with your families… I could go on and one but again, all things are explained in your information packet as well as the video I’m about to show you,” Mr. Fingers reiterates.
All of the newly assigned ladies smiles, “This may not be so bad after all,” a young Scandinavian woman says.
“Yes there are guards but just a few to monitor your progress and mete out discipline when required. There are far more medical staff to assist you than guards to harass, I assure you,” Jim says.
“Now, I could go on and on telling you about the facility and how each of you fit in and how you'll be serving you time here but my staff as made a short film for you which should be able to explain or handle most of your questions,” Jim says.
“Jenkins, if you please…” Jim says, motioning to his assistant.
The recent arrivals are enraptured by the short video describing their stay at MOTHER, each looking cheerful and expectant (pun intended) as the house lights return to normalcy.
“Okay…” Jim clasps his hands together as if looking for something else, “Are there any last questions before we continue on and get you ladies to your dormitories?”
He looks around, all the woman are silent and seemingly anxious to get on with their new journey.
“Yes…yes,” he pauses, “I think I've explained and answered your questions, if you all will now press the green button on your newly assigned wristwatches, your various sentences shall begin,” he instructs.
Each girl does so without question and the din of chatter begins as the girls suddenly realize what they'd done.
One of the newly inmates raises her hand, “Excuse me… err, Mr. Fingers. Umm, did I… err, did we just impregnate ourselves?”
Jim removes his bifocals for affect, pauses for a moment whilst the women squirm.
“Well, no… not really ladies. You did however, set things into motion.
Since some of you are going to be here awhile and have chosen your sentences versus spending the rest of your lives in some miserable prison we decided to include you into the process.
Sort of like “buying into” a deal.
At any rate, by pressing the button, our monitors began and essentially you started things going. You were all impregnated during your initial examination… while most of you were still unconscious,” he replies nonchalantly.
The young women gasp and simultaneously reach for their newly pregnant bellies.
“It never ceases to amaze me that after I say those words, you woman always do that, always reach for their tummies!” He guffaws.
Checking his watch he says, “No… you all will begin the prenatal process in about an hour's time and…,” he stops, snaps his fingers as he is suddenly reminded of an important detail. He grabs a folder and shuffles through some paperwork.
“That reminds me...err, Ms. Conwell. Ms. Abby Conwell?” He queries.
“I'm sure they told you that four is a bit too ambitious for your first time pregnant but it also says here that you were very insistent on it so… I'll tell you that you might want to change into your maternity garments as soon as possible. Unless, of course, you planned on bursting out of your current clothes,” he states.
A wry, smile rolls across Abby's face, not one of shocking surprise but joyous anticipation.
“Umm, thank you Mr. Fingers, I'll go get changed right away!” She answers.
 
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Page Watson reaches her room first and is quietly impressed by her new domicile. Coming from a dirt-poor upbringing in some no-name town in Mexico she'd made her way across the border, taught herself English from simply watching sitcoms and actually had made a name for herself down at the law firm. “…just a receptionist,” is how she constantly answered whenever asked about her occupation but she had great plans, at least she did have plans until … the accident.
Abby Conwell, a tall brunette woman, 27 years of age had always been well ahead of her peers in just about everything. A natural talent at practically everything athletic she is with a perfect 4.0 GPA to boot.
She was the star cheerleader, number one in her home state of Florida in multiple track and field events including the 100-meter dash.
Once, when she was very young, she remembers holding out her arms to be comforted and held after failing to be the winner of a very, very close race.
And she would never, ever forget the words her father spoke to her afterwards, “…second place is just not good enough, sweetheart,” her father said, standing over her not acknowledging her outstretched arms.
Those eight words, spoken many, many years ago crushed the tiny nine-year old spirit of  Abby after barely losing a potato sack race at the after-school event.
In high school and in college the guys would fall over themselves to win her heart and, not necessarily in the proper order, get in her pants.
But her standards were incredibly high, impossibly elevated due to the lofty standards that she now held for herself.
“I demand the best of myself and require the very best for myself,” Abby often said… and repeatedly to broken-hearted suitors after their hapless attempts to win her heart.
After graduating high school at the top of her class and continuing the same excellence throughout college Abby was left without a clear future.
She liked the hard-driving, constant pressure of being a trial lawyer but still yearned for more stimuli.
The “Be all you can be” slogan from the Army didn't appeal to her but the Air Forces' “Aim High” slogan stimulated the proper synapse in her psyche… she signed up and was off to pilot training school in record time.
She was, in every sense, the best of the best… until fate caught up with her that fateful day, changing her life and the lives of fourteen fellow soldiers forever.
 
Pleased to meet you Shannon, I'd get up but…" Michelle's eyes avert to her massively pregnant belly towering above the three of them, "As you can see, I cannot."
Michelle sticks out her hand for a handshake, waits a moment then clears her throat to get Shannon and Abby's attention.
"Ahem!" She mutters.
"Oh… sorry," Shannon begins trying not to stare.
"Sorry," Abby too responds in like manner.
"So, what're you two in for and how many are you going to be having?" Michelle asks cutting right to the point.
"Military friendly fire," Abby pipes up, "I've got 14."
"DWI, I've only got four," Shannon replies. She timidly reaches up to pat Michelle's gargantuan tummy then pulls back, not wanting to be rude.
"It's okay really, please help yourself," Michelle responds to their unanswered curiosity. “Actually, rubbing my belly at this stage feels pretty great… I mean, obviously there are a lot of places I simply cannot reach!”
“You can say that again!!” Abby mumbles, not-so-softly.
“Abby!!” Michelle barks at her gruffly.
"This might be you in a couple months, they like to bring some of the rookies in to meet me… oh how the just they love doing that to shock the newbies…" Michelle whispers, and then yells, "Bastards!!"
"H...ho…how..." Shannon stammers, incredulously.
"How many…" Michelle interjects, having been asked the same question more times than she can remember.
Michelle sighs heavily causing her incredibly massive belly to swell up and outward even higher.
Two of the three girls gasp and inadvertently back away; Abby alone moves even closer, her eyes completely glazed over. She gently reaches up and ever so gently, strokes Michelle’s tremendous belly with the lightest of touch.
"Before I answer," Michelle beckons them, "Please allow me to tell my story?"
All three girls nod in unison, Shannon and Page scurry about, finding suitable chairs to get comfortable like teenagers at a slumber party.
Abby remains by Michelle's massive belly caressing it softly, gently.
"If it's okay with you Michelle, I'll stay right here?" Abby suggests.
Michelle angles her head sideways to see Abby's face and smiles, "Thank you very much Abby, in my condition a nice tummy massage feels wonderful! Please continue."
Abby responds softly rubbing Michelle's tummy all over, she even tries standing on her tiptoes to reach her belly button but to no avail.
"It was a normal Sunday afternoon; I'd just gotten home from a date with my boyfriend… at the time. Ah… Frank, now he was a cute, cute guy?!" Michelle reminisces.
"I should've just told the pilot, NO!" She says angrily. "But I didn't, I just let him talk me into something… something I wasn't completely sure of and 583 people died!"
"Five hundred people… men, women, girls... boys, do you have any idea what that feels like?" She asks.
The three girls simply shake their heads in unison, listening intently.
"The NTSB results showed that the pilot was already rolling and I didn't even say the magic words, 'Cleared for takeoff' yet they needed a scapegoat who was still alive… and me being female was even better considering this new MOTHER program they were developing," Michelle continues.
"I was the first in here and, so far, I still have the longest sentence," she moans.
"Err, Michelle… we still aren't sure what happened. How in the world does one person cause the deaths of over 500 people?" Abby queries.
"I was an air traffic controller girls… Tenerife; the Canary Islands… two giant commercial aircraft smashing into each other …does this mean anything to you? Michelle yells.
"1977!! You've been here over 25 years, Michelle!" Shannon shrieks!
"Thanks… thanks a lot for reminding me," Michelle grimaces.
"Oh… uhh, sorry Michelle," Shannon mumbles.
Michelle pauses and gathers her thoughts to repeat the same story that she has told more than a dozen time. Yet each and every time she's reminded of the tragedy that occurred and just how far she has to go.
“It was Sunday, March 27th, 1977.” Michelle says. “And I was….”
“Yes… yes I know and I have a long time to go still!” She replies.
“…let me finish my story,” she retorts, “Like I started to say, it was a normal Sunday and I was working the afternoon shift. One always has to work the bonus shift where they pay you time and a half, right?” She asks.
The three visitors just nod their heads, not quite understanding what she means.
“I should have told him simply, “Unable or No” but I let that captain of the Boeing 747 talk me into something and… and they all died,” she muttered.
“Who died?” They ask in unison, “Who all died!”
“I should have just said, “Stop!” but I didn't and I killed 583 people!” She cries.
“Oh my god,” Shannon replies.
“You three are too young to remember but in 1977 on the Canary Islands, two Boeing 747's crashed into each other in the fog, on the runway. And it was my fault!
Yeah, the official accident report said the pilot shouldn't have started his takeoff roll and that he didn't really have clearance… but it was me… I should have made sure the other aircraft was off the runway. I should have done that!!” She said. “That's why I'm here, with this enormous belly, trying to replace the lives I, ultimately, took.”
“How… how many are in there? How many have you had so far,” Shannon asks tentatively.
“Hmmm… well, I've birthed 340 pre-borns so far; and there is… ummm, thirty in here now, I think, so that leaves 183 people left,” she responds.
“Thirty!! You've got thirty babies in there?!” Shannon gasps.
“Not babies, people! Didn't they tell you anything?!” She corrects her.
“You'll be replacing the lives you took, if your action caused the death of a young child then you are going to replace that child at whatever age he was at the incident; if you killed a grown man then you are going to replace him at whatever stage in life he was,” she says.
The three newly impregnated girl pause at the thought of what has happened to them, quickly glancing from Michelle's gargantuan tummy to their own.
“Unfortunately, I think I bit off too much this time in allowing them to impregnate me with this many pre-borns,” she says, “It's only been 5 months and I'm already this ginormous.
I've got 7 more months of growing to do!” She says.
“I'm not sure what's worse, being trapped in a prison cell serving time or being trapped by your own body… doing nothing but growing bigger and bigger!” She sighs.
All three girls stand next to Michelle completely dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, their minds racing.
“Oh, I get it now,” Michelle says, “You guys thought that this was going to be easy. You probably thought that you'd be pregnant, have a few babies and get back to your normal life didn't you?”
Abby, Shannon and Page nod their heads in unison, ashamed at their naiveté.
“This IS a prison ladies, never, ever forget that! We all have a crime to atone for, a debt to pay back to society.
Sure, there aren't any bars to speak of; just a few guards and we've got the run of the entire island.
“And… and…” Michelle chokes up and starts to cry, “Aw forget it ladies, you'll figure it out soon enough. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do!”
Shannon ignorantly pipes, “Like what?”
Michelle responds with a glare steely enough to freeze fire.
Abby reaches over with one last compassionate pat on Michelle’s pregnant belly, “It's okay, we understand Michelle…. err, kinda. If… if I'm able to, I'd like to check in on you later. From time to time, perhaps?”
Michelle nods approvingly, eyes still glistening with tears. “Thanks, Abby… I’d like that a lot! Come back to see the big freak show!”
“No, no,” Abby confides gently, we’ll just talk about anything else… anything you want.
“… and I’ll keep rubbing that gigantic belly,” Abby mumbles incoherently to herself.
All three girls shuffle out, mumbling incoherent comments nervously. As the last one to leave, Abby looks back at Michelle’s gargantuan belly… and interesting smile scrolls across her face.
 
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Abby, sporting her newly issued XXXL swimsuit strolls down to the beach promptly after receiving her pass for “good behavior”. She hadn't really done anything extraordinary, just followed the rules as best as she could, took her pills when assigned and was generally acting as she had done back at boot camp at the Air Force academy.
Only three months had passed since her arrival and she was already enormous when compared to Shannon and Michelle, the other two inmates they'd she'd arrived and bonded with.
Reaching the end of the complex she ventured onward, following the blue path, listening to the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach.
“Too bad Michelle and Shannon couldn't come, I guess they'll adjust and get better scores soon,” Abby mumbles to herself.
(4 pre-borns, each 225 lbs full term, 1000lbs. 1000x365 =2.739 lbs per day)
 
At 2.739 lbs per day according to her all-important, all knowing wrist watch that MOTHER had assigned each the inmates, her pre-borns currently weighed 246 lbs. collectively.
Abby began to wonder how she was going to be able to get around much more, thank goodness she was very physically fit but maneuvering such a heavy bulk was beginning to take its toll on her.
With her arms outstretched to keep her balance, Abby makes her way around the edge of the facility’s main boundaries and onto as pristinely clean of a beach as she'd ever seen.
Mile after mile of beautiful white sand without the slightest of trash anywhere, luscious soft waves splashed against several rocks at the shoreline as she waddled slowly.
She passed by a small Marina complete with jet skis, sailboats several yachts.
Admiring the splendid scenery, she noticed how alone she was, how there wasn't another soul in sight never mind a cute lifeguard to save her should she have problems in the water.
“I wonder how cold the water is,” Abby said to herself.
After nearly losing her balance attempting to bend over, Abby kicked off her sandals and padded slowly out to the warm, South Pacific water.
Abby waded out a bit in the water, the bottoms of her swimsuit practically invisible as the great expanse of her belly overlapped. She found that, despite the enormous girth she was carrying, she was actually more buoyant whilst in the water.
“The water is soooo warm, this is heavenly!!” She squealed as she tried to float, her protruded belly button sticking far into the air like a bowsprit of a mighty vessel.
Abby frolicked and played in the water for quite a while until the activity and the ample weight of the pre-borns that she was carrying exhausted her and she made her way back to shore.
Finding several gigantic towels awaiting her arrival she toweled off as best as she could, discovering this simple task a great chore when carrying a ninety-inch waist with size forty, triple “D” breasts!
“What the heck…” she said to herself as the reflection of something very large and very white off in the distance caught her attention.
Drawn as if hypnotized, Abby wandered off towards the strange phenomena, her tremendous belly swaying gently back and forth.
Getting closer the two objects began to take on flesh tones and, as she got still closer they appeared to be two incredibly pregnant girls further down on the beach, sunning themselves.
“Wow!!” Abby said to herself as she approached the two.
“Hey, who's the new kid?” Britney says to Jennifer.
“I dunno, I can't see her yet, you're damn big ass belly is in the way,” Jennifer replies, perturbed!
“Well… well, hiya ladies! They told me that I was the only one down here at the beach but that is definitely not true!” Abby says in greeting.
“The names Abby… I've got four,” she says, introducing herself, pointing at her tummy proudly.
“Heh, just four,” Britney says sarcastically. “Hiya newbie… err, Abby you said? Names Britney and this is Jennifer.”
Abby nods politely, trying very hard not to stare at the two girls’ bellies, both of which rise up to her at eye level, the base of each well past their knees and nearly reaching their feet. Jennifer is wearing a pink polka-pot bikini top, she assumes her bikini bottom is the same color but it is well covered by her gigantic belly.
“Have you two been here long?” Abby asks awkwardly.
“Just a few years,” Jennifer answers, “We're both due in a few days and we've been “down” down here for the past couple days, I guess those jerks at MOTHER have forgotten about us! Dammit!”
“Forgot about you?!” Abby exerts loudly, arms flailing, “How in the world could they 'forget' you guys. Isn't that what the wrist watch is for?!”
Jennifer rolls her eyes and leans over to Britney as best she can despite being pinned to the sand by her prodigious tummy, “Damn, she really is a newbie!”
“Well, perhaps I can help you two back to MOTHER or just use my watch to call for help,” Abby interjects trying to be helpful.
“Ohh… oh,” Britney says coolly, “That's a good idea. Damn, I don't know why we didn't think of that. Go ahead, call them.”
Abby raises one eyebrow, detecting a bit of sarcasm in Britney's tone.
“Hello… MOTHER, this is Abby. Abby Conwell… MOTHER, please come in,” she says, speaking to her communicator watch.
”Abby, this is Dispatch at MOTHER. Is this an emergency?!” An abrupt voice responds.
“Err, I dunno,  I’m really not sure so… it’s just that I'm out here at the beach and I've found… um, Jennifer and Britney down here, they seem to be stuck here!” Abby answers.
“Well…. since neither Jennifer nor Britney are not due to deliver for another week, plus the monitors show no distress of the either the mothers nor the pre-borns, I still don't see the problem,” the dispatcher answers coldly.
“Oh… well, their stuck down here… they're too big for me to move and…” Abby stammers.
“Miss Conwell, we realize that the three of you are at the beach, the GPS that comes standard with your watches tells us that so, unless there is a real emergency, please refrain from calling us!” The dispatcher barks angrily.
 
Both Jennifer and Britney burst out laughing, their enormous tummy ungulate violently nearing causing each to fall over sideways.
“Oh…oh.. whoa,” Jennifer says cautiously, still giggling, “That was funny but we gotta be careful, it took us several hours to get into this position in the first place!”
Abby now red faced from embarrassment and anger shouts, “Dammit, now you guys nearly got me into trouble!”
“Yeah,” Britney replies, “But it was so much fun!”
Abby sighs and while holding her enormous tummy with both hands she tries to find a comfortable place to sit. She has discovered that it is quite difficult to sit without falling with such a change in her center of balance, even harder to stand up again.
Finally sitting in the taylor position, her huge belly splays out across her thighs and rests upon the cool, summer sand.
“Man, this is a nice spot you two have found!” Abby says, trying to not feel so vulnerable.
“Yeah, we've been out here about a week. We thought we'd spend the last few days out here at the beach before the pre-borns are due,” Jennifer says holding her tummy.
“We both had just 3 days left of our grav-discs so we decided to come and be “down” down here during the last days, “Britney interjects.
Abby frowns, looking out of place and bewildered.
“What's the matter?” Britney asks.
“Gosh… there is so much that I don't know or understand. I'm usually pretty bright about most things but I seem to be in the dark a lot lately. You said that you two have been 'down down' twice now… err, what's down down?” Abby asks.
“Ha, you’re a funny kid, I'll think we're gonna keep your around for a while,” Britney responds.
“Well, since you're … what eight months along with one pre-born… right?” Jennifer interrupts.
“Well, they told me that four was too much the first time but I insisted so… I have four,” Abby corrects them pointing at her tummy, “And I'm only three months along.”
“Damn girl, you are brave!!” Jennifer shrieks!
“I've got twelve and my pal Britney is carrying ten this time,” Jennifer says, “Here at MOTHER when we say 'down' we mean that we've gotten too big to walk anymore. Of course, they don't tell you that at the initial briefing do they?”
Abby shakes her head saying, “No,” inaudibly.
“Yeah, I didn't think so. I guess they assume that each of us will figure it out eventually!
So, there comes the point where you've grown too big and all the help in the world is not enough, that is unless you've earned the coveted grav-discs,” Jennifer continues.
“Boy, they sure are handy, too bad they don't last longer,” Britney adds.
Ummm, grav-discs?” Abby queries.
“Grav-discs! They … they’re like the greatest invention ever for all of the inmates of MOTHER. You see this little round silver patch on my tummy?” Britney says, leaning over ever-so-slightly, pointing.
Abby nods her head.
“Well… obviously I cannot see it anymore, I won 'Inmate of the month' several months ago and saved it until I absolutely needed it during these last few months,” Britney says.
Abby starts to twirl a strand of her lovely locks, still visibly confused.
“It’s really simple, you take these grav-discs, they come in two's and once placed on your tummy the weight of the pre-borns is counteracted. I mean, you're not weightless per se but you can walk again… well, waddle again.
You can get around once more,” Jennifer says.
“Yeah, it somehow makes the pre-borns weightless or negates their weight. Walking around though is still difficult, kinda like steering a huge truck but you're once again mobile.
And that… that will be one of the most important things to have during your stay here, you mark my words!” Britney says all-knowingly.
Both Britney and Jennifer stare at Abby briefly, trying to determine if all the new information has sunk in yet.
“Not quite in there yet,” they both say simultaneously to each other, shaking their heads.
Abby pauses for a moment and is amazed at the symbiotic relationship Brit and Jenn, as they call themselves, seem to have developed.
They seem to complete each other’s sentences also often one will start a sentence and the other will finish.
“But I…” Abby starts to speak.
“Okay,” Jennifer interrupts again, “You said you are carrying four pre-borns now, right. How much do they weigh total?”
“246 pounds as of today, why?” Abby answers, feeling proud that she at least had a small clue of what was going on.
“Okay… about 250 pounds… and you're still walking… you must be in good shape then!
Anyway, soon enough you are going to be too tired and exhausted to simply walk around anymore, the pre-borns just get bigger and bigger and bigger and you’ll feel like you're gonna explode at any minute, right?” Jennifer continues.
Abby nods her head strongly.
“Well, you are just gonna keep growing and growing… in another month or two, the pre-borns are gonna weigh about 350 lbs. and I'll doubt that you'll still be walking then,” Britney says.
“Then,” Jennifer says, “You'll discover the reality with this place. Discover why this really, really IS a prison despite all the freedoms we've been granted!
MOTHER may have been the grandest, most lavish rehabilitation facility in the world and, although we don't have iron bars … once big enough, our bodies become our prison.”
Abby eyes widen as she realizes the awful truth.
“The truth hurts, don't it!” Britney chimes in.
“It doesn't hurt so much as it is a heavy burden to bear,” Abby says, pun intended!
The three girls burst out laughing, their tremendous tummies bouncing all around as each tries to hold on.
“Damn, you funny girl!” Britney says in broken, Chinese verbiage.
“Ahh… so that's what Michelle meant earlier,” Abby says, remembering her conversation with Michelle on her first day.
Abby sighs heavily, staring down at her enormous belly knowing that… although she'll probably enjoy it immensely; carrying so much weight does have its drawbacks.
“Is there anything else they haven't told me,” Abby says, her head in her hands.
“Oh… a few dozen things I'm sure,” Jennifer chimes in.
Britney winks at Jennifer saying, “Err, have you met Jason yet?”
“Jason… yeah, Jason the cute janitor that cleans around the facility?” Abby answers.
“Yeah… have you noticed anything special about him,” Jennifer says.
“Hmmm, not really. I've had a hard time getting beyond those dreamy blue eyes of his,” Abby heaves a sigh.
“Well, let’s just say that there is quite a bit more to him than his eyes…” Jennifer hints.
“Only quite a bit more, Jennifer?” Britney instigates. “I'd gather about 15 inches more.”
“Huh,” Abby says.
“Oh, never mind,” Jennifer says, “If you haven't figured it out by now, you will sooner or later.”
“Oh… okay, damn it’s getting late and I have to be back by dark they told me,” Abby says realizing that the beautiful setting sun means that she's about to be late for curfew.
“So, the two of you will just stay here until they come for you?” Abby asks, concerned.
“That's our simple plan,” Jennifer replies, “We've got about 12 more of these beautiful sunsets left!”
Straining, Abby finally gets to her feet. “Damn, I'm gonna be late… I gotta learn how to waddle a bit faster.
Well, goodbye girls, I hope to come out here again if I can, if not then I guess I'll see you around back at MOTHER.”
“See ya, 'Ab',” Britney says, Jennifer waves as Abby waddles away, holding her massive tummy with both hands.
 
To be continued ~

Thanks, Porkchop!