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Every day at work, Jack was brimming with excitement. He read through the minutiae of journal articles that were obtuse even to other doctors. He sat on a small stool for hours to look into a microscope and see little to no action. He painstakingly categorized and described the mathematics behind probabilities to explain why anything he was doing would be relevant to anyone.

But he loved it. Not the work itself so much but where he was. Jack was the sole lab assistant to the most electrifying mind in biochemistry, possibly in the entire world of applied sciences. Dr. Wendy Teyran was a genius among geniuses. The public waited for a new pharmaceutical from her like most people wait for an album from a pop star. And for good reason. About five years ago, she came up with a treatment program to temporarily rewire the brain's dopamine release and definitively cure any addiction. Before that, Dr. Teyran found a way to regrow the skin of interplanetary travelers who lost parts from irradiation from back in the "primitive" days of space travel.

Jack worked hard in college and graduate school to hopefully work in her lab. He wasn't able to graduate in a few short years like Dr. Teyran was but all the work seemed to pay off as he was called up a little less than a year ago. Jack heard the previous assistants had quit due to "irrevocable clashes in personality" but he didn't care. Working with Dr. Teyran was more important.

Okay, to be fair, she was kind of odd. The doctor rarely looked Jack in the eye or even looked in his direction. She dished out orders and tasks quickly and briskly, sometimes vanishing for weeks at a time and leaving him with overly simplistic notes. "Jack: 1) Electroscope 2) Jars 3) Phone. -Wendy." In fact, for the past three months, Jack hadn't seen Dr. Teyran at all in the lab, only learning a month ago that she was studying on her own on the other side of the planet. Despite her strange attitude, Jack missed having Dr. Teyran at work.

In no small part because of her look. The doctor was only five years older than Jack and had the vibrant, smooth skin of a college first-year. She was tall and direct, with soft blue eyes Jack got to see far too little and black hair as sleek as a prizewinning mare's. It hung down to her shoulder blades, always stuck behind her perky ears, both the same pearl tone as the rest of her skin. It was utterly blemish free, serving as a serene backdrop for her coral lips and perfect, thick eyebrows. Jack would peek over at her intense beautiful face peering down into a microscope and watching untold miracles unfold. Then his eyes would follow down her long body to her curves, with breasts that strained the buttons on her lap coat, a waist and hips that were perfect for sliding a pair of arms around, and a butt that looked a lot comfier than any of the padded stools they got in the lab.

Jack respected Dr. Teyran for her work but he adored her for her body. And he never got annoyed with her personality. When the doctor would hurry past him and absently shove a folder into his arms, he never felt her being rude or mean. It was just like she didn't know any better and he had no illusions of grandeur. He was there to promote and help the brilliant Dr. Teyran and he would pull off his duty to the fullest extent.

When Jack went up the elevator to the private lab near the top of the university, he was pleasantly surprised to see her back and standing at her station. "Hello Dr. Teyran."

She glanced up, giving Jack a brief look at the dreamy pools she had for eyes, before nodding and returning to her work. "Mr. Thompson." She began scribbling on her notepad and Jack released a little sigh internally, always hoping for a little more of a greeting from his boss. Jack set up his place and put on his goggles, ready to start a bit more engaging work of mixing samples together.

As Jack plugged in the centrifuge and looked at the test tubes in his hand, he attempted to prod the doctor a little more. "Did you just get back from your trip, doctor?"

"Yes," Dr. Teyran said. Her voice was delicate but distant. Like an ice sculpture. "It was productive."

"That's good," Jack nodded along, loading the test tubes into the centrifuge as Dr. Teyran stood up and began to walk over. "What were you researching?"

"I met with experts for advice," she said as she walked to a freezer on the other side of the lab to deposit what she was working on.

"Experts in what?" Jack said, impressed that this conversation was going longer than usual.

"Obstetricians, gynecologists," Dr. Teyran said. Jack cocked his head just in time to see the doctor walk out from behind her work table, or at least, her belly came out first. The doctor looked like she was on the verge of bursting, with a round swell that pushed her lab coat to the side and was close to tearing through her undershirt as well, its buttons already spread apart and revealing her pale bare skin underneath. Jack watched her waddle to the freezer and nearly dropped one of the tubes in his hand. "Careful."

"R-right," Jack gulped, his suddenly very sweaty hands fumbling with the tubes and putting them into the centrifuge. "But, um, I didn't expect you to look like...that when you returned."

"No, it is a surprise for me too," Dr. Teyran nodded, putting her hands on her widened hips and looking at her pronounced belly. "This is far more than I anticipated when I impregnated myself."

"You...you what?" Jack said.

"Yes, even I make miscalculations sometimes," the doctor sighed. "This is the first research trial for a fertility drug I am developing. Global birthrates are quite low so when new planetary colonies start up, there needs to be an extra push and this would be easier than colonists changing their habits."

"Well it seems to work," Jack said with a nervous chuckle, eyes fixed on Dr. Teyran. Her breasts had grown considerably as well, now resting on top of her swollen belly like two sleeping cats on a bed. Her growing nipples were also clearly sticking out through her shirts' fabric. If the lab coat wasn't in the way, Jack expected to see an increase in her butt too. "I'm sure that'll be another suite of awards for you."

"You would get the awards as well, Mr. Thompson," Dr. Teyran said, beginning to pet her belly in wide circles.

"Oh, I don't know that I helped that much with this drug. That was all your project," Jack laughed again, blushing a bit as he tried to turn back to his work.

"No, I mean because they are your children." Jack's hand slammed on the centrifuge and sent test tubes flying through the air in a flash, shattering all over the lab. He sat in place for a few seconds, slowly beginning to tremble. "Mr. Thompson, are you alright?"

He turned gradually to Dr. Teyran, his face bright red. "W-w-what do you mean, my children?"

"I did not want to abandon the results of the experiment so I chose to use a sample to ensure optimal children for me to raise," the doctor said, waddling to another desk and pulling out a file on a tablet. "You are bright, healthy, and have an amicable personality so I selected you as a donor."

"How did you even-" Jack began to ask before he remembered to the beginning of his job. A reported leak at the university's fusion reactor meant everyone needed to be tested for radiation and contamination. It was a false alarm but Jack was required to give a sample of blood, hair, and... "Oh my god...you're carrying my baby."

"Babies plural, if you prefer to use that terminology," Dr. Teyran said, stroking her belly as she put the tablet in front of Jack, showing DNA codes from Jack, the doctor, and an unspecified number of embryos. "My plan was to include a contract of custody when I resign you for the next quarter but you seem as though you want to discuss it now."

"I, yeah, I'd like to talk about this now," Jack said, flinching as Dr. Teyran's large belly nearly touched him. "How could you impregnate yourself with my...y'know...and not even ask me?"

"I did not think you would be bothered. You were always open to any work the lab required," Dr. Teyran said, stepping back a bit. Jack heard what sounded like a hint of regret or timidness in her voice. Maybe the first real emotion she expressed. "I-I apologize." Jack sighed and ran one hand through his hair. "I also thought you would be grateful."

"Grateful?" Jack spat, now really blushing.

"Many men have said they want me to carry their children," Dr. Teyran said, suddenly pausing and looking into the air before her eyebrows lifted slightly. "Ah, unless they simply meant it as an expression of erotic desire. But then why not say they want to have sex? The actual act of impregnation occurs after coitus and cannot give the man any response or feedback. Do men have a lingering, vestigal connection to their sperm cells that I am not aware of?"

"Enough!" Jack shouted, putting his hands on his head. "Dr. Teyran, I'm sorry but this is...this is a lot to take in. And you talking about sex and impregnation is not making it any easier." He sighed and looked at the floor, a swarm of thoughts going through his head. Fatherhood, babies, Dr. Teyran of all people. He slowly brought his head up, his eyes following the body of his boss, now with an extra curve thrown in that he found strangely attractive. "Did you mean what you said? About me having a nice personality and all that?"

"Of course. I have preferred your company to any of my past assistants," she said. Jack smiled a bit. "You may not be quite as intelligent," she added, making Jack's smile fade. "But you make up for that in other qualities."

"T-thanks," Jack said, tensing up as the doctor waddled closer to him again, her belly dangerously close to his lap.

"I could have selected anyone to be the biological father but I selected you," Dr. Teyran said, her face still looking a bit forlorn as she turned away. "I thought this would be respectful but I can see I was...selfish and a bit arrogant. I apologize."

"Dr. Teyran, wait," Jack said, reaching out one hand. The doctor stopped and turned to her assistant, a mildly concerned look still on her face. "Yes, I wish you had asked me but we are in this together now and...we have children to think about." She placed one hand on her belly and looked down at herself, patting it gently. "Maybe we should try an experiment of our own and try to work through this together."

"I do not follow," Dr. Teyran said, waddling back toward Jack.

"I mean, try getting through this like a...a family," he said, smiling nervously. "What do you say?"

"An experiment," Dr. Teyran repeated to herself, still looking at her pregnant middle. "I am inexperienced with this so having a partner to work through my first pregnancy could be very helpful." She looked back at Jack and, miraculously, cracked a tiny smile. "We may try. But if we are going to be collaborating, you can simply call me Wendy."

"And I'll just be Jack," he chuckled, looking back down at her belly. "Can I...feel it?"

"I do not see why not. You are an integral part of their creation," Wendy said. Jack felt his mouth get dry and he began to lower one hand onto her wide belly. "I find it very hard but the gynecologists said it will get much firmer and tighter. I am only two months along, after all."

Two months? Jack could hardly believe it. He placed his hand against her belly and shivered, instantly rubbing it in a large circle to catch the entire circumference of her stomach. He could not tell why it gave him such a...a sexual thrill but he liked it and it only got better the more he stroked her pregnant middle. If this was her size after just two months, he couldn't wait to see how big she got after the full...12 months? How long is a pregnancy?

As Wendy alluded to, birth rates were low. A century ago, back in the early stages of the UN, a former Indian minister said "development is the best contraceptive." And with global poverty all but eliminated, wars and violent conflict a thing of the past, and humanity expanding its collective civilization to the stars, Earth was highly developed. Sure, a family would have a baby or two every now and then but with longer lifespans, it would be a while before most people even thought about having kids and Jack couldn't think about the last time he actually saw a pregnant woman that wasn't in a medical textbook.

When he was young, Jack remembered watching ancient clips from news and film from the 20th Century and seeing expectant women with round bellies and feeling a strange twinge but he'd always interpreted that as pity or sadness at seeing a world with so much pollution and suffering. Though come to think of it, he rewatched some of those clips an awful lot...

In the weeks following Wendy's revelation, Jack began to understand why a little better. His attention was constantly drawn to her belly, which wonderfully seemed to grow even more with each passing week. In his textbooks and news clips, Jack never saw anyone as big as Wendy and she still have dozens of weeks to go, which he was pleasantly surprised to relearn after researching it immediately following that first fateful day at work. And he did more research than that, finding a not so small community online of fellow pregnancy fetishists. Still, as Jack looked through videos and images of gorgeous, expectant women, he found none of them compared to Wendy.

If Jack was excited to go into work before, he practically ran through the university's campus to get to the lab now. Wendy would greet him a bit more warmly and he would watch her work, occasionally asking questions about her pregnancy. It was heavy and tight, he learned, and gave her this constant sense of fullness while not affecting her appetite. She didn't feel kicking yet since she was only a few months along, despite looking so large already, but Wendy told Jack there were occasional bubbles and pinches she felt instead. And best of all, Jack was allowed to feel Wendy's belly essentially whenever he wanted. Jack tried not to go overboard and annoy or bother Wendy with his requests, although she seemed unfazed as usual by his constant strokes and rubs. There was a lot of it to touch and Jack found himself getting more and more comfortable with his seeming fetish for her pregnant form.

At what Jack counted as the end of three months and the solid beginning of the second trimester, Wendy finally caught him off-guard and brought his anxieties about their situation to the forefront. "Jack, do you have any events or plans scheduled for this evening?"

"Am I doing anything tonight?" No," Jack replied, at first thinking nothing of it as he kept his attention on his work.

"Good, I was hoping you and I would get dinner tonight." That definitely got Jack to look away from his desk. Knowing Wendy, it was stranger to hear her ask him out for dinner than for her to reveal some convoluted scheme to impregnate herself with his DNA.

"Uh, dinner?" Jack dumbly got out.

"We should discuss the future of these...I apologize, out children. And if we are to raise them as a collaborative effort, we should foster a friendly rapport and dinner is a traditional way to achieve that goal," Wendy nodded. "Do you agree?"

Jack chuckled nervously. "Sure."

"Then I will make reservations," Wendy said, pulling out her computer and sending a few messages. "I have never gone to a non-work function with a coworker. This should be fascinating."

"It'll be something," Jack muttered to himself.

That night, Jack met at the agreed-upon restaurant, a high-class place he'd always seen downtown but never went to himself. It seemed like a place out of fantasy: you couldn't get in unless you'd been before. But Jack wasn't surprised that someone with as much prestige as Dr. Wendy Teyran had the connections necessary to get a table.

He walked, tugging on his jacket and shirt. It was barely worn and fairly itchy. The maître d'hôtel saw him pace inside and hurried over to meet Jack. "Yes, are you here to see someone?"

"Uh, Dr. Teyran, party of two probably?" Jack said. The maître d's polite smile faded and he sighed through his nose.

"Ah, yes. She's in the main room and is...easy to find," he said, gesturing Jack toward the dining room. Jack went in and saw what he meant. All eyes in the restaurant were on Wendy, who was slowly standing up to greet Jack.

"Hello," she said with a smile Jack rarely saw in the lab. That wasn't the only thing different. Wendy had on a long, thin dress with a blue floral print. It hung onto her neck with a strap and giving a full view of her swelling cleavage. Her belly filled out the rest of the dress, ballooning to the point where she nearly tipped over the table as she stood. "Sorry, I am still getting used to this size."

"U-understandable. Hi," Jack replied, hurrying to his chair and sitting down. Wendy made it back into her seat more slowly, her slick, styled black hair falling in front of her face a bit, obscuring the gilded eyeshadow she'd applied. "You look...great."

"Oh," Wendy said, another little grin forming as she looked surprised for once. "Thank you. You also look good today, Jack." She gripped a wine list and passed it to Jack. "I am not going to be drinking but order something if you would like. I am taking the tab for the evening."

Jack chuckled at his "chivalrous" boss. "You don't have to do that, Wendy."

"I make far more money than you. It would be rude not to pay," Wendy said, her eyes not showing any glimmer of a joke. Jack bit his lip, glancing at other restaurant-goers glancing over at him. They clearly overheard.

"Well okay," Jack said as the waiter came over and they both put in all their orders. Over their dinner, Jack and Wendy engaged in small talk about work, although Wendy got a bit more technical than just small talk.

"The organizers say they want to reduce my lecture series, even though I would prefer to keep speaking," Wendy said. "But they say they want to give me time to work on my book."

"A book? I didn't know you were writing a book," Jack said, running his fork through his plate and mixing up his dish.

Wendy sighed and pursed her lips together. "The university is asking me to write a book. I do not think it would be very worthwhile."

"I dunno, I think a lot of people would be interested in a book by you," Jack said, smiling a little as Wendy looked up at him and their eyes met. "But yeah, I didn't know you were even being asked. There's...a lot about you I don't know."

"What would you like to know about me?" Wendy said, putting her elbows on the table and leaning forward, her breasts pushing together and edging closer to Jack.

He turned red, fighting to look away from her bosom. "Y-y'know, where are you from, if you have any siblings, what you do for fun. That sort of stuff."

"That was never relevant for workplace necessity," Wendy said, looking down at her belly and giving it a light pat. Jack could hear light gasps around him. It was rare enough to see a pregnant woman, but one Wendy's age and especially her size was unheard of. "But, if we are going to be together for the children, I can see that being important."

"Right," Jack said, relieved to have gotten through to her a little bit. "So, um, do you have any hobbies or-"

"One moment," Wendy said, raising her hand as a waiter passed by. "Another dish, please."

Jack gulped another bite of his food, not noticing that Wendy was already done. "You sure eat fast."

She placed her hands on top of her belly again. "I have been reading about symptoms and experiences of pregnant women and there are repeated references to 'cravings.' I do not know if this counts but I have this ravenous hunger. Some of the other symptoms I was able to stop such as nausea and skin conditions but these cravings seem to be a necessary component."

"As long as it's natural," Jack said. "And your skin still looks nice." Wendy looked back at him, another surprised little grin forming. "Y-you've got the...the glow, they say."

"Do I?" Wendy said, touching one hand to her smooth, curved cheek. "I will have to record this phenomena further. But now that we are on the subject of pregnancy, we should talk about the pressing matters. I only have six months left, more or less."

Six wonderful months Jack thought blissfully, glad that the miracle of modern medicine was letting her carry so many babies to term. "We can file for joint guardianship easily."

"Yes but I was considering what environment to raise them in. Would you be opposed to living together?" Wendy asked, casually sipping from her water glass while Jack's face got so hot he could feel the cotton in his shirt wilting. "It would be easier than moving from home to home."

"L-L-Living together?" Jack stammered as the waiter brought Wendy round 2 of her dinner. "I mean, I would love to but-"

"Excellent, I feel this will make the entire process easier," Wendy said, already digging into her plate. Jack was straining in his seat, feeling his erection shift his pants and a fine layer of sweat developing on the top of his scalp. He just kept getting closer and closer to this absolute beauty – smart, gorgeous, rich – but he still felt a world away. What were the realistic chances between the two of them if she hadn't taken the initiative to get pregnant with his babies?

After dinner, as Wendy waddled slowly outside, Jack stepped close to her. "D-do you need a hand?"

She looked down at herself, struggling in high heels, and looked back at her lab assistant. "Yes, that may be a good idea." He put one hand on her upper back and took one of her hands. Jack had already rubbed Wendy's belly dozens of times just that week but holding hands made his heart race instantly. "If you are helping me move about town, this would be a good opportunity for you to see my home as well."

"Your home?" Jack replied.

"To see if that is where you would want to live while raising out children," Wendy said. Jack shuddered as Wendy hailed a taxi and took him to her high-rise apartment. For such a strange genius, Jack expected her to live in a shack with a lab in one corner and pile of unopened kitchen appliances on the other but it was a swanky place, if sparse. "Here it is," Wendy said, putting away her purse and stepping out of her shoes.

As Wendy walked to her kitchen, Jack continued to tremble with nerves. Wendy brought him back a glass of water, her belly touching his hips.

"Are you feeling alright?" she asked with a tiny frown.

"This is just...I mean, if you'd asked me before, this would be a dream come true," Jack stammered. "Going out to dinner with you, going back to your place, talking about starting a family. It's a lot for me to take in."

"What is the problem?" Wendy asked, putting the glasses down as she began to rub both sides of her belly. "And why would that be a dream? Are you very eager to start a family?"

"No, not really but...it's you," Jack whispered. "I have, I dunno, a crush on you. It's part of why I wanted to work with you. I like you. And now we're living together, we're having babies together, but it's all platonic and it's hard for me not to want more."

Wendy looked down at her swollen stomach. "I did not realize you thought about me in a...romantic way."

"I respect you so much as a scientist too. More, probably," Jack said quickly. "But...yeah, romantically too. How could I not?"

Wendy sighed. "Many people find me hard to be around. I find many people hard to be around as well." She looked up at Jack. "Though not you."

"A-and I like being around you too...Wendy," Jack said, taking a small step around Wendy's belly. Slowly, he put his hands on her wrists and moved them up to her shoulders. "I-If we're going to have kids together, we'll have to see a lot of one another anyway..."

"I believe I see where you are going," Wendy murmured back, lifting her chin to kiss Jack on the lips. Their eyes closed and they pulled each other in more closely, Jack feeling Wendy's belly and breasts press against him while Wendy felt his erection on her hips. Another kiss and both pulled away for a bit, looking into the other's eyes to see where to go next. "So...what do you think?"

"I think your place is nicer than mine," Jack chuckled. "When can I move in?"

Over the next month, Jack made the transition to Wendy's big home and brought all of his belongings over. At work, it was still strictly business with Jack even foregoing any sort of belly rubbing or touching. But once they got back to her place, Wendy would gladly roll up her shirt and reveal her pregnant curves that got more and more astoundingly large as the days passed. While Wendy remained fairly pale on the rest of her body, albeit with a marbled shine thanks to the influx of new hormones, her belly had a rosy hue, particularly on her underbelly near her dimpled navel.

Jack would often place his hands against her enormous middle, trying to take in all of her size. Wendy was now nearly half as wide as she was tall with only signs of speeding up as she continued to progress. It was getting to a point where she was a genuine risk in the lab and safety and security experts had to have a talk with her about breaking beakers, knocking over hot or boiling materials, and what fixtures needed to be installed to mitigate as much damage as possible. But Wendy took it all in stride while Jack felt more aroused to know Wendy was not just pregnant but dangerously pregnant.

And as he would stroke her stomach, occasionally that would lead to a little more friendly touching. His hands would make their way to her shoulders and arms while she leaned against him as best she could. Then, Jack and Wendy would kiss, silently embracing in Wendy's penthouse while they tried to figure the other one out. Jack wanted his hands to wander further, whether past her shoulders to her chest, looking ready to burst out of any shirt or top she put on, or all the way down to her rear to clutch the soft shelf of her ass which was rapidly getting to the size of an average woman's pregnant belly.

But Jack never got that opportunity because, after a few lovely minutes of making out, Wendy would back away and give Jack a light push on his upper chest. She would look down and away, a few locks of black hair falling in front of her face, before turning back to Jack and giving him the only small smile she seemed to be able to muster. "That was good," she would coo.

"Same," Jack said with a grin. Of course he wanted to do more. Much more. But one look at Wendy and he knew anyone would be lucky to just touch her. If kissing was the most he could get for now, he could be content.

And there was plenty for the two of them to do otherwise. Jack had a passionate interest in science and the conversations he had with Wendy were fascinating, illuminating him to ways of thinking he'd never considered and Wendy seemed to enjoy bouncing her own theories off of another open-minded researcher. With Wendy's lack of interests in other fields, Jack introduced her to movies and music she was experiencing for the first time, and thankfully, she liked about a quarter of them. And cooking was a mutual pleasure for the two of them and a real collaborative effort. Wendy had instincts for the hard science of cooking but lacked much inspiration as far as spices and tastes. Jack, on the other hand, was a bit of a messy chef but had lots of creativity and passion. The two made a great pair, finding ways to make quality dishes with more exciting and complex flavors.

It was after they were cooking together one day that Jack and Wendy were discussing another day at the lab. "It would've been nice if that meeting hadn't interrupted the day," Jack said.

"Yes, I dislike being called down for university events, particularly when they do not involve our departments," Wendy nodded.

"The guy they brought in seemed like such a moron. I'd hate to be one of the students who tried to follow his talk to write about it for class," Jack said, shaking his head. "It was gibberish."

"I brought a book with me. I do not follow political science," Wendy said.

"I'd rather have you up there talking politics than that guy," Jack chuckled.

Wendy blinked. "I would not have anything to say."

"Exactly," Jack said, laughing a little more to himself until he looked back at Wendy's blank expression. "It...it was a joke."

"I know, it was funny," Wendy said. "You are very funny. I enjoy your jokes."

"Thanks," Jack said with a nervous grin. "I guess not all laughs have to be out loud." Then, Wendy flinched and pushed her chair back, both hands racing to her belly. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine. I believe that was..." Wendy's voice trailed off as she hopped in her seat again. "Kicks."

"Kicks?" Jack said, his face flushing. He'd wondered when that might start. Jack kept a tight log on Wendy's pregnancy but there weren't any records to rely on for someone of her size. "Can I...I mean..."

Wendy nodded silently and Jack hurried over, stroking his hand around her globe of a stomach until he felt it. A small push against his palm, with a surprising amount of force. As he rubbed some more, he could feel quivering deeper inside Wendy's womb, clearly other bodies moving around.

"Wow," Jack said, looking up at Wendy with a big smile. But then he saw something that surprised him even more than the kicks. Wendy was crying. "H-hey, what's..."

Wendy sniffled and put one hand on top of Jack's. "How am I going to raise these children, Jack?"

"What do you mean? I'm here, you're here. We're smart, we've got good jobs," Jack said as Wendy shook her head.

"No, I mean, how am I going to raise them? I have such a...hard time connecting to other people. At the university, they call me cold and distant and...what if I am that way with the babies? They grow up with a mother who cannot love them?" Wendy said, tears continuing to streak down her soft cheeks.

Jack leaned up and put his forehead against Wendy's. "Do you want to love them?"

"O-of course," Wendy said, her quivering blue eyes meeting his.

"Then that's all you need," Jack said, grasping one of her hands. "We'll do it together."

"But...why would you want to stay with me? I am...distant from you as well," Wendy said. "As a little girl, everyone saw me as so strange so I gradually interacted less and less with people until I became...the way I am now."

"Yeah, being a genius can be hard, I'm sure," Jack chuckled, wiping away some of her tears. "But I like being around you. You have all this big thoughts and you're honest and you are fun to talk to." Wendy let out another quick stream of tears before pecking Jack on the lips. "And you're really beautiful. That helps."

Wendy spread her hands slowly, stroking Jack's palms before placing them against her belly. "Show me," she said. Slowly, Jack's hands moved up, squeezing her breasts and moving them up and around. Wendy let out a tiny moan and closed her eyes, rubbing her stomach in large circular motions.

It didn't take long for the two of them to move to Wendy's bedroom, down the hall from the guest room Jack stayed in. As Wendy sat on the edge of her bed, Jack stripped down in front of her, hesitating with his hands before finally deciding not to hide his naked erection.

"You look nice," Wendy mused, starting to spread her legs.

"T-thanks," Jack said with a gulp. "You know...I've wanted this for a long time."

"Then we should not wait much longer," Wendy said, reaching down and pulling off the rest of her shirt. Now Jack could see her entire belly, like Wendy had swallowed another version of herself and stretched out her body. Her breasts shook slightly in her plain black bra. As soon as she unclipped it and revealed her naked chest with enlarged, dark nipples, Jack was already on top of her in bed, kissing her neck and cleavage. The two rolled in bed some as Wendy got her pants and underwear off and they stopped briefly, eyes meeting as they breathed heavily.

"H-here goes," Jack said.

"N-no studies show any adverse health effects of expectant women having intercourse," Wendy said. "But it has been a long time for me so...please be gentle." Jack smiled and gave Wendy one last kiss on the lips before moving down and around her gigantic belly to make it to her lap. He lifted one of her legs and pushed inside of her, both gasping at the contact. From here, Jack could stroke her belly while pumping in and out of her while Wendy gripped her bedsheets, fighting off moans for as long as she could. But the longer they were together, the harder it got and Wendy began to cry out with joy.

As Wendy began to squeal, she shifted positions and crouched down on top of Jack, lifting her wide hips to push down harder onto her lab-partner-turned-baby-daddy. Then, the sudden thought that Wendy was pregnant with his children newly invigorated Jack and he began to thrust as well. "Take my children," he grunted.

Wendy whined and clutched her hands against her breasts. "Yes," she moaned.

"I want to see you big and swollen all the time. You've got such a sexy belly," Jack repeated.

"I-It's all yours," Wendy gasped, gritting her eyes closed.

Jack felt his erection starting to burn inside of Wendy and gripped onto her belly, kissing and lapping at it as it got closer to him with each pump. "I-I'm getting close. I'm about to knock you up!"

"Do it!" Wendy squealed, speeding up and swiveling her hips. "Get me pregnant! Fill me with your babies!" And with that, Jack had no choice but to come, holding onto her belly as he felt himself release into her. Wendy continued to groan back, sitting down on his cock in fits and starts before collapsing into bed and cuddling close to Jack. "Oh my."

"Yeah, that was wild," Jack said weakly, holding onto her closely. "You used a contraction."

"Hmm?"

"It's just, I've never heard you do that before," Jack chuckled.

Wendy smiled and ran one finger down his face. "I lost a bit of self-control. Is that alright?"

"Fine by me," Jack said, bending down to kiss her on the neck.

"Did you mean that, about my pregnant stomach being attractive?" Wendy asked.

Jack hesitated and looked back up at her. "Uh, yeah. I have a...a fetish for pregnancy, it seems."

Wendy looked back at him before looking down at herself. "I understand the appeal."

"It doesn't creep you out?" Jack asked. "I liked you without the belly too, if that counts."

"I appreciate it," Wendy smiled. "I always thought you were more fixated on my breasts."

"I like them a lot too," Jack laughed, burying his face in Wendy's deep cleavage.

"Good. You can stay there for now," Wendy said, patting the back of Jack's head. "Until you rest enough."

"Enough?"

"Enough to go again," Wendy said, placing one hand on her belly. "Pregnancy introduces many new hormones into the body and I have plenty of energy left."

"Doctor! Doctor!"

The conference room was deafeningly loud. People watching via the internet were only getting static as the noise overwhelmed speakers and microphones. In the sea of people, Wendy and Jack were like tiny specks, lost in the fray.

Scratch that; Jack was a speck. Wendy was at least the size of three specks. She laboriously moved around the front podium, her naked, smooth belly not remotely obscured by it. Now at 41 weeks' gestation, Wendy's height was matched by the distance between her belly button and her back. And Wendy was a tall woman. Her swollen center twitched and throbbed in front of the crowd of anxious scientists and reporters, all as stuffed with questions as she was stuffed with children.

"Please, I wish to talk about my research fully but I need patience," Wendy said in her soothing, cool voice. Somehow, amid the chorus of questions, she was heard and the sound died down. "Dr. Thompson and I are near the completion of our project, as you can see." Wendy touched one hand to her belly and gave it a gentle rub, getting a few polite laughs out of the crowd. Jack smiled at his nearby table on stage. He'd been working with her on joke-craft. That one was okay, though her delivery needed work.

"We expect the drug will be available within the next year. There still need to be some checks for health effects but so far we haven't found any reason to worry," Jack said with a smile, glancing over at the enlarged mother of his children, her hands still stroking her bare stomach. A hand raised in the audience caught his attention and he pointed to them.

"Dr. Teyran, would you say your pregnancy size will be typical for the average patient?"

Wendy kept one hand on her belly, moving it down near her navel (or as close to her navel as she could get) while her other hand flipped to a slide of an ultrasound, showing just how crowded her womb was. "That will remain to be seen with future patients but, as I noted, the result of 23 healthy fetuses was unexpected. We will be putting out milder dosages to see if this has another effect but for now, it seems the drug is quite potent."

The same questioner raised her hand again. "Was there any increased fertility supplement being used in the sperm donor?"

Wendy spread her lips into a little smile and glanced over at Jack. "The donor certainly had his moments." She chuckled as Jack blushed and turned her attention back to the questioner. "But nothing artificial or genetic to affect the outcome, no."

Another hand and another question. "Dr. Teyran, do you advocate for increased family sizes with this medication?"

"We make no policy or social recommendations," Wendy said. "Women should continue to make family planning decisions for themselves. But for those who wish to carry far more children than is typically medically possible or wish to expand off-planet colonies, this is why the drug was developed."

A woman stood up in the crowd, not waited to be called on. "So you were not upset by your own extreme pregnancy?"

Over the past 10 months, Jack had seen Wendy smile more and more in public but there was still a glimmer of brightness she only showed with him. Here, on stage, after that question, he saw it again. "I would not have changed this for the world." One more hand went up and Wendy pointed out. "Yes?"

"Uh, yes, thank you doctor," an older man in a lab coat said. "I apologize for the...crudeness of the question but why is your pregnancy not covered up?"

There were some groans and sighs from all over but Wendy seemed to take the question in stride as she looked down at her exposed belly. "You mean besides the fact that no dresses fit me anymore?" That got a much bigger laugh that her first joke and Jack had to laugh along with them, impressed she thought that up on the fly. "In all honesty, I thought people might suspect me of being a fraud so I wanted to give unmistakable proof of the drug's effectiveness. And I know many of you rarely see pregnant women in public so it seemed an opportunity to be unique."

Jack bit his lip as Wendy waddled across the stage, starting to rub her long curves once again. On the lip of the convention stage, her belly hung out and over the first row, who gazed at her in amazement.

"In preparation for this medication, I researched obstetrics, gynecology and pre-natal healthcare extensively but I could not have prepared for this experience. Even if I was only pregnant with a single fetus, it would have been something I could never expect. Feeling my body change, waking up to the kicks, letting myself get slowly acclimated to eventual parenting. It is simply something science alone can not explain," Wendy said with a nod. After a long pause, she turned back to Jack and smiled. "Thank you."

Half the auditorium began to applaud while the other half began shouting out questions again and Jack and Wendy left and headed backstage. Once they were on their way to Wendy's personal room to prepare, set up given her precarious medical situation, Jack reached around her from behind and hugged Wendy. His arms looped between her belly and breasts, each of which was now the size of a pregnant woman's belly on their own, her hard nipples about where the belly button would be.

"That went well," Wendy cooed, turning as Jack nuzzled his forehead into her black hair, recently cut short to shoulder-length. "And you even got to talk some."

"I know. I preferred seeing you talk," Jack said. "Talk and show off that belly of yours." His hands moved to her fertile swell and Wendy giggled, touching her hands over his.

"I expected you might enjoy that," Wendy said, turning to face him. "I meant every word of it. I love feeling our children grow and move inside me."

"And I can't wait for you to hold them in your arms," Jack said, kissing Wendy and letting her tongue lightly dance across his lips.

"It will not be much longer," Wendy said quietly. "I am...ripe."

"I can see that," Jack groaned, pushing his hand harder against her stomach. It was like titanium, but warm and smooth. He moved closer and let his erection touch Wendy's doorknob of a navel, rubbing slightly. "You know, I think this entire hallway is private now."

Wendy smiled and turned around, whipping off her clothes. It wasn't hard since her pregnant belly was left exposed and everything else was so tight it was on the verge of coming off already. Jack dropped his pants and thrust himself against Wendy's rear, her ass now large enough for him to get lost in. Wendy bent forward and began to breathe heavily in anticipation, then snapped up when Jack got inside her. One hand gently massaged her sore breast as Jack hurriedly went in and out of her.

"We're going to do it," Wendy slurred, fumbling for stability in the cramped (for her) hallway. "We're going to have a family."

"You'll be great," Jack panted, kissing Wendy in the middle of her back as he squeezed two big handfuls of her butt.

Wendy squealed and used her pregnant weight to swing herself back onto Jack. "The bigger I get, the better it feels," she cooed.

"The bigger you get, the more I love it," Jack laughed, speeding up and reaching over to grab Wendy's other breast. It was already sweaty and almost slipped through his fingers but he remained persistent. "So big you're ready to pop."

"I'm full to burst!" Wendy whinnied, taking Jack's hand and rubbing it around her belly in big, fast circles. "Any more out of you and I'll...I'l..."

That was all Wendy had left in her as she shrieked and gripped Jack's hand tightly. He felt the same tightness around his erection and came inside his pregnant lover, instantly falling against her and showering her in licks and kisses.

"God, you are fantastic," Jack moaned. "I love you so much."

"T-thank you," Wendy said, giving him a light peck on the cheek.

"That's all?" Jack sighed, reaching over to tease her hair. "I thought we'd gotten closer than that."

"N-no, we have," Wendy said, both hands pressed tightly against the sides of her belly. "But, there seems to be another development." Confused, Jack looked down and saw a clear puddle between Wendy's feet.

"Oh."

"Yes, and it is getting very tight," Wendy said with a wince, rubbing her belly some more. "I suspected coming out at 41 weeks may have been a challenge."

"No point looking back on that now. Let's get you dressed and out of here," Jack said, scrambling to gather Wendy's clothes, pull up his own pants, and hide the ring box he'd stuffed in his back pocket. "I guess we went a little...too hard back there, huh?"

Wendy stopped him, pressing her hard belly against his midsection, and smiled brightly. "I think it was perfect."