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Delayed, Part 4
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Summary: A woman makes web cam videos, and is paid to display her pregnancy online. The bigger she grows, the more money she makes. She even takes drugs to delay labor to maximize her income, and promises her clients that she will give birth naturally, and livestream it. People even start placing bets on the day she’ll finally give birth. The woman pushes herself to her absolute limit, and finally can’t hold her babies in any longer. She makes the final arrangements and gets ready to induce herself, when suddenly, at the very last moment, an anonymous follower offers her $10,000,000 to put off her delivery for another month, and sends an advance of $1,000,000 just so she knows he’s serious. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, and more.
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"Richard, you can't do this," Penelope hissed into the receiver. "Dragging me to court in my condition--"
"A condition you put yourself in and refuse to discontinue," Richard cut her off contemptuously. "So yes, it is entirely necessary. You're insane, Penelope. I expect to gain full custody."
Penelope reddened in fury. Her belly shuddered, causing her to grunt. The two had been going at each other for a week with little progress or hope for resolution. Court seemed inevitable but Richard had the upper hand. He was a lawyer and had all the resources his firm could provide. Penelope was ludicrously pregnant, had a liberal arts degree, was juggling five kids and an airheaded fiance (soon-to-be ex-fiance?), and had a dubious career of making sketchy videos in which she starred. It seemed like an easy case, open and shut. Yet she refused to lose to Richard and absolutely would not give full custody of her children to him.
She was starting to panic. "What do you want from me?" she groaned as she slumped in her desk chair, even though the arms were beginning to dig uncomfortably into either side of her massive abdomen.
Richard gave a sigh of disbelief. "Are you kidding? I want you to stop this nonsense. Deliver the babies. Now. Today.I—I'll be there with you, if you want. And shut down that disgusting channel."
Penelope could hear the resentment in his words. Richard had never liked the idea of other men laying eyes on her, especially during her pregnancies. He'd always wanted her all to himself.
But ending her pregnancy wasn't an option, nor was shutting down her site. Both were conditional to the additional nine million dollars she had been offered. "Why can't you just mind your fucking business?" she snapped.
"This is my business. You made it my business!"
Penelope hung up, her swollen abdomen throbbing up and down with her heavy panting.
She smoothed her hands over her night dress. Penelope had always loved to shop and had expensive tastes.
It was a silly, frilly, pale pink maternity piece that had been custom-made a month ago. Of course that meant that now it didn't fit. It fell loosely over her mound, while leaving several inches of it exposed in addition to her ass, thighs, and panties.
The panties were black, and rather tight fitting as well, the spandex being pulled taut by several inches of recent fat accumulation in her hips and ass, the latter now round and plump, bulging out behind her.
Brad poked his head into her office, one of the kids hanging from his neck. "Is everything alright?" he said. "I heard yelling."
Penelope sighed. "It's fine R—Brad."
He didn't seem to notice her falter.
Brad nodded. "I'm trying to get Sid and Katie in the bath, do you mind—?"
"Yeah, okay." Penelope rubbed her face on her hand.
Brad nodded and left.
The two hadn't made up from their fight the previous day. There was an uncharacteristic stiffness to Brad, and Penelope was certain the argument would spring back up at any moment, especially with the extreme state of her belly, and the way it fell into these episodes of quakes and shudders at random moments, her abdominal muscles spasming in desperation to extricate the creatures that had overstayed her welcome.
Penelope sighed. She was being weighed down by man problems when she was already being weighed down by her own swollen body. She eased herself into some shorts then turned her focus for the moment to the main issue at hand—getting up. Penelope pressed her hands firmly against the arms of her chair. She braced herself, tensed her body, and put all her energy into her legs. She pushed herself forward with a roar.
It took three attempts, which was an improvement, she thought.
"Hahhhh...hooo..." she panted, waiting to adjust and ensure she was balanced. She was two weeks into the arrangement, and four weeks overdue—with triplets. She was objectively huge, her belly wider than the rest of her, and jutting out before her like a small bolder. It preceded her to such a degree that she often bumped it into things. Her belly was the first thing anyone saw when she entered a room, the rest of her following, straining and overwhelmed.
Only two more weeks, Penelope reminded herself as her breaths lengthened and she rubbed her hands into her sides. She hesitated and tried to circle the mound with her arms, acknowledging what she had long suspected—her fingers weren't anywhere near meeting. She was huge and so were the babies. She wasn't sure how she was going to give birth in two weeks. She honestly tried not to think about it too much.
Lightly shaking her head, Penelope directed her attention to the door. She gingerly stepped forward, falling into the waddle that had become of her stride. It seemed to take forever for her to cross a few feet, belly heaving uncomfortably, breasts rocking. She finally made her way through the door to the unwelcome sight of her living room strewn with toys, children’s books, and crayons.
Brad was impatiently waiting by the entrance to the hall, a writhing twin on each of his hips.
"I've got this," Penelope breathed even though she wasn't sure. She waved vaguely at the other three kids presently wiggling about the room, exacerbating the mess. "Go ahead."
Brad nodded and headed to the bathroom to get the twins washed up. Penelope was immediately tugged at and prodded, a chorus of, "Mommymommymommy..." ringing through her ears. Her body felt like it could just pitch forward. She made her way towards the couch.
This was a lot to handle for two people, let alone one. The thought of Brad leaving her left a sizable lump in her throat.
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Brad had work. Penelope insisted on going to court by herself regardless. There was just too much of her personal life that would be out in the open—secrets that she needed to disclose to Brad in private. When she was ready.
She could barely fit her body in the back of the cab. It was mortifying and uncomfortable. The driver had to fold the front passengers seat forward entirely, and couldn't help gawking at her gigantic belly, his eyes darting around as though he thought this was some joke.
Penelope was red, sweaty, and straining. Her body was under unbelievable pressure. Every bump in the road made her belly jerk forcefully and she felt like she could hardly contain it all, between the twists in the road and tremors of the car. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears rolling down her cheeks as she puffed her breaths out in forceful huffs. Her groin felt tense and heavy, and she almost feared that babies might just start popping out of her. Finally, the car stopped. Penelope gave a wet sniff as she looked up at the courthouse. It took her a moment before she was willing to move.
She lumbered inside. Predictably, there were stares. Lawyers, judges, and clerks paused mid-conversation just to gawk at her tremendously swollen body stuffed into a straining cotton dress and some leggings.
What followed was an endless process of procedures, paperwork, and appearances. All of this proved arduous in Penelope's advanced condition. She was utterly exhausted by the time of her hearing.
The questioning process was mortifying. She tried to be as vague as possible about her condition and her income, but the judge demanded specificity. Penelope was redundant in her iterations that she was carrying triplets, as though merely that could explain how massive she was. The looks she received ranged from shocked, to concerned, and disgusted, and she was getting dizzy. It wasn't long until even Richard was looking a little uneasy. Penelope heard the judge asking if she was alright, but the words were muffled and her throat was dry. She tried to respond but her lips could produce no words, only rasps and whispers.
And suddenly she was being ushered off in a wheelchair and she wasn't sure what had occurred. She tensed at the thought of being brought to the hospital but she was merely rolled to the taxi stand outside. There was talk of her case getting a continuation date yet Penelope couldn't imagine having to come back here and do this all over again. Her belly gave another forceful heave in her lap.
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"That was quite the performance you put on at court," said Richard the following afternoon when he came by to pick up the kids.
Penelope had just started recording a video when Richard had decided to show up two hours late, probably just to be antagonistic. To make things more inconvenient, three of the kids had fallen asleep while waiting. The other two were in the living room, glued to the TV set.
"Right," said Penelope rolling her eyes, because she didn't have the energy to argue with him. If Richard had it his way, all they would do was argue. "Glad you let yourself in," she added sarcastically.
"The door was unlocked."
"Great!" Penelope snapped, somehow managing to haul herself up from her desk chair in only one attempt. She gasped for breath and wobbled somewhat. She neglected to turn off the live feed but this would be over quick. "All their stuff is packed in the duffle bags on the couch. Their snacks are in the fridge. I'm sure you can handle things from there." While one hand gripped the desk, the other absently slid to the underside of her huge mound.
Richard just gave a nasty smile as he eyed her up and down. "Look at you. You can barely even move. You looked ridiculous at court. Like a science experiment gone wrong.
Penelope's face burned. "Like you're not into it," she managed breathlessly, glaring hatefully. "What are you still doing here?"
Richard pressed his lips but didn't respond, he just glared at her some more. Penelope released a quiet groan. Her back was almost painfully tense, her belly so heavy on her hips she just wanted to collapse. But she refused to let Richard see how exhausted she was. "So," she reiterated through gritted teeth in a grumble. "Why are you just standing there? What the hell do want?"
Richard approached, fast and purposefully, then suddenly they were touching, holding, kissing each other. Penelope released a short gasp before he caught her lips again.
He turned her around in strong arms, more firm and sure than Brad’s. The familiarity left her shaking. Now he was pressed behind her, and they were truly connected without her gargantuan belly dividing them. His hands rubbed firmly into her huge mass, before finding their way up to her breasts, causing Penelope to gasp again as he cupped them and gave a gentle squeeze.
Each of her breasts were the size of honeydews by then, large nipples burning, aching for release.
But then Richard moved on again, his hands gliding to her hips. She could feel his erection against her ass. "Please," she pleaded.
He pushed her against the desk, her belly pressing into it, causing her to yelp, but it also helped take some of the weight off her back. The babies writhed as her massive belly perched on the desktop, shoving her laptop aside, knocking down the mouse. It shelved her tingling breasts, heaving them higher, until they nearly pressed her chin. She trembled as Richard pulled down her shorts then slid off her panties. He found her entrance already wet; sopping. She was more aroused than she had been in ages. Probably since she had gotten knocked up with the triplets in the first place.
"Richard," she breathed; pleaded.
And they submitted to each other, as both always knew they would.
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Penelope didn't notice the feedback until the following day.
That was insanly hot.
Do more of those.
R u getting into porn? I not complain.
Was like he was fcking more babies into you.
Bloody insane.
I still cnt beleive how big u are.
Fuck, Penelope thought as she closed her laptop. She had forgotten to turn off her webcam. She wasn't running a porn site, but she seemed to be trending towards explicit content in recent weeks. The last thing she needed was for her site to be pulled from search engine results.
Worse, there was now documented evidence of her cheating on Brad that would likely circulate the more sordid side of the internet. She had to make sure that it never crossed his path, though there was no way to ensure that it wouldn't. It was finally time to come clean. It was time to talk to him.
