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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.

Previous Chapter

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A large part of Penelope’s life became about trying to hide her extreme discomfort from Brad.

When she was with her fiancé, Penelope was pleasant and composed, always presenting herself as content and comfortable in her extreme state of pregnancy.

But when they were apart, Penelope become a flushed, gasping mess. She grunted out just to bear the pressure sometimes. Other times, her belly would actually shudder, and she feared she might burst right there.

But she, of course, never did. The human body was truly something. It’s capacity for adaptation was remarkable.

People stared wherever Penelope went. She had grown beyond the point of earning sympathy. Instead people offered looks of shock and fascination as she hauled her mound around on her torso. She was certain that the onlookers had never seen anyone quite as pregnant as she was. She hadn’t herself.

Penelope’s ass and breasts were filling out, her belly resembling a beachball in its massiveness. And she couldn’t seem to stop eating. If she wasn’t indulging in long, heavy meals, she was snacking constantly. Sometimes Penelope could hardly bring herself up to a standing position, instead finding herself planted on her living room recliner for hours on end, groaning and rubbing her girth.

Somehow she managed to keep up with work. She continued to livestream regularly, her face straining to maintain its smile, though her viewers pleasured in her discomfort anyway. Some were simply mystified.

i thought she was supposed to give birth…

Should u rly be pushing urself so far?

Dis shit is crzy

God, it’s so hot.

keep going. Never give birth!

Penelope just gave a sexy smirk and assured them, “I’m riding this out as long as a can.”

Her skin remained smooth and unblemished in consequence of the creams and oils Penelope used continuously. Often her belly was decorated with bulges and twitches, where limbs poked and jabbed, squirming in the tight space, testing their mother’s capacity.

“Goddd…” Penelope breathed one morning as her belly gave a forceful jerk. Face flushing, she rubbed hard into her flanks, willing the babies to calm down. The mound gave another powerful heave that left her squirming and breathless. Her right hand unconsciously slid down, towards her aching, engorged groin. She clutched it, moaning. Her babies were so low and heavy, almost pushing for release. She wasn’t in labor, but she felt as though they might start popping right out. “Mmmmghhhh…” Her thighs squirmed and clenched. She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She struggled to contain it all.

The doorbell rang, pulling Penelope out of her overwhelmed state. She blinked a few times, while panting. Right, she thought, trying to regain some semblance of composure. That would be Richard with the girls.

“Fudge,” Penelope grunted, frowning down at the huge orb settled in her lap. Standing up was a process that she was truly starting to resent.

She rested her hands against the kitchen table and steeled herself as she took a deep breath. It took two attempts, but with a prolonged moan, she managed to get herself to her feet. One of her hands automatically slid to her tense back, the other clutching the underside of her belly, not that this offered much in terms of support.

Panting heavily, Penelope waddled her way to the door. She opened it and tried to breathe evenly. She tried to look put-together, and not like a straining, flustered, overpacked mess, her babies quavering for freedom inside her.

Richer didn’t buy it. He gave her an odd look as he walked inside, a twin clutched to either hip. He was keeping the other three children over the weekend, thank goodness. He lowered the girls carefully, allowing them to toddle off as he continued to appraise her. “Penelope…” he said slowly.

She was wearing some black leggings that showed off her wide hips and plump bubble of an ass, as well as a formfitting white maternity tank top that had already been altered and extended to accommodate the huge mass of her belly. She had outgrown it in the past week or two, her breasts bulging heavily against the square neckline. The hem of the top only pulled down just under her navel. Richard’s eyes seemed to gravitate to that exposed curve of flesh. He’d never been able to really control himself when she was pregnant, especially when she was far along.

Of course, now she was beyond term. Richard’s gaze travelled steadily, truly taking in the curves of her fecund body.

“Thanks for dropping them off,” said Penelope neutrally. She grimaced and arched somewhat against a baby’s squirming inside her. Her belly button twitched visibly. Her top slid, and she couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped her. Please, just five minutes, she pleaded internally.

Richard’s eyes absorbed everything. Finally, they snapped to Penelope’s face. “Are you…okay?” he said in a careful manner.

Penelope wasn’t sure if he cared or not, but she was undeniably his primary focus at that moment. “Fine,” she forced out. “Everything’s fine.” She wished she was sitting on the couch or the recliner, but she refused to show weakness before Richard was out of the house.

“Why are you pushing your body so far?” said Richard, his eyes narrowing, and there was no concern, just his usual contempt and suspicion overlapping his own arousal. “And don’t lie—I’m not an idiot. There’s no way you aren’t past term by now. How many are you even carrying, Penelope? You’re huge.”

“None of your business, Richard,” said Penelope with pleasure. “Not anymore.”

He sneered. “Is this about your ridiculous videos?”

“Like you don’t watch them.”

Richard’s cheeks colored, but he continued to glare. “You’re insane,” he muttered. “I feel sorry for those kids.” His eyes again flickered to her abdomen. “But you’re right. They’re not my problem.”

Penelope gave a harsh laugh. “Don’t you wish it, Richard. Well guess what. They’re yours.” She realized her blunder a moment too late, her eyes going wide and face going pale.

Richard looked just as stunned. “What?” he snapped, his expression contorting with fury.

“R-Richard—” Penelope stammered, both of her hands sliding down to clutch her lower belly.

“You had me believe—all this time—what the fuck, Pen?” he said, beginning to pace. “What the fuck is wrong with you? They’re mine? My god.” He stopped and held his head, chest heaving.

“I’m…sorry,” Penelope managed, though she didn’t know if it was true. It was all she could think to say. Richard was completely freaking out.

He turned to meet her eyes with his furious ones. “I should have known you’d pull something like this. You never change. Only ever thinking about yourself. And god, you have Brad running around playing house, thinking he’s responsible for this mess.” He waved vaguely at her body.

“I-I care about Brad,” Penelope choked out. She couldn’t lose him. She groaned, deeply wanting to get off her feet.

Richard scoffed, “You’re not capable of caring about anyone but you.” With that he stormed off, but Penelope knew the conversation wasn’t over. Richard was an attorney after all. Tenacity was part of his nature.

Penelope gingerly made her way over to the couch, sinking in, feeling it swallow a good part of her body until her belly was protruding out like a growth.

Would Richard tell Brad? No, that wasn’t his style. He would leave the dirty work to her. Maximize her suffering while getting exactly what he wanted.

I can’t deal with this right now, Penelope thought, dropping her head back. She was scared. She didn’t know what she would do if she lost Brad. He took care of her. She would be alone and huge, barely able to handle five young children in her overburdened state. There is the money, she reminded herself. It offered some consolation, some cushion to the consequences of her revelation. There were her subscribers as well. She could think of few things that her fans wouldn't be willing to do for her, though Penelope doubted accepting anything from them would be a good idea.

She was just so tired, so heavy. She didn’t even have the energy to be appropriately panicked. I’ll deal with this later, Penelope promised herself. She allowed her eyelids to droop and dozed off right there on the couch.

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She was making more money than ever, her subscribers confused, even daunted, but excited. She never bothered to explain what was going on, which just added to the nervous energy that saturated her fanbase these days.

Her breasts were beyond ready to nurse, nipples swollen huge and hard. The mounds bobbed on her chest where they were shelved on her belly. They were hot and heavy, and she knew they were full of milk. She was trying to keep them dry but her fans wanted the opposite.

want those puppies to leak.

Drip drip drip with milk.

Wen u gonna squirt?

“Penelope?” said Brad as the door opened behind her.

Penelope gasped. Brad was supposed to have still been at work. She quickly closed her laptop while throwing a towel over the webcam. Thankfully, she had only been in the beginning of her stream and was still mostly dressed, or what she would claim to be “dressed” in a tight bandeau and shorts, belly out in the open and breasts close to spilling free.

Brad blinked at her. “What are you doing? And why’s it so dark in here?” He turned on a light.

“Just doing my meditation,” said Penelope breathily. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah. The store was dead, and I thought I’d check in. You got a letter in the mail. It’s from…Richard’s firm,” he said in puzzlement.

“What?” said Penelope, accepting the large brown envelope and tearing it open. It was a court summons. Richard was trying to charge her for child endangerment and petitioning for the shutdown of her channel. “That prick,” she hissed.

“What is it?” said Brad.

Penelope looked up at him from her place squashed down in her seat. Her thighs were already starting to go numb beneath her huge belly. She squirmed feebly.

It was now or never. She had to tell him before he found out second-handedly through court or more documents, or from Richard himself. Penelope had known this moment was coming for at least the past several days. Richard was more vindictive than ever, summoning her to court in her delicate state. Penelope bit hard down on her bottom lip, her heart racing. She drew a deep breath. “Brad…” she managed, aware that her life was about to implode while her body was on the cusp of doing the opposite. “Brad, about my pregnancy—”

A tremor ran through her. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was…something else. “Nghhhh…” she grunted as her body quaked, her belly pushing and stretching as fretful cuffs and kicks manifested on the surface of her tight skin. She was only a week in. She had to make it through the month. There were literally millions of dollars riding on it. But as she grunted and strained, it became evident that she wasn’t going into labor. Her belly was shivering, pushing. More of it was filling her lap. She was growing right there as she whined and tried to contain the mounting pressure.

“Penelope, what’s going on?” said Brad in panic, his eyes pinned to her gut in morbid fascination. “Is it time? What the—? We have to get you to a hospital!”

“Nooo!” Penelope roared out, pouring sweat, hands clutching her flanks. She felt blurry, but hoped she didn’t pass out. She couldn’t risk any medical authorities getting involved—making her give birth. Her belly continued to inch forward as she wailed and struggled.

Then it stopped.

Penelope was struggling to breathe, her body drained, and her belly heaving up and down with her gasping breaths. She peeked up at Brad’s shocked face. This was the time when she was supposed to reassure him that this whole thing was normal; everything was okay. She just didn’t have the energy. With a shaking hand, she managed to grasp at his sleeve. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

Brad continued to simply stare. It was clear that he didn’t believe her. “I think—I think you should go to the hospital. What if something’s wrong with the babies?”

“They’re kicking up a storm,” Penelope managed.

“Penny, you’re huge!” Brad snapped. He blushed in guilt. “I mean—I think it’s time. You need to have these babies. This is getting scary.”

Penelope weakly shook her head. “I d-don’t have the energy t-to argue right now,” she managed through her panting.

“I don’t want to argue either,” said Brad. The fact that he would push was a testament to how extreme things must have been getting by then. “But you’re past your due date. You need help.”

She gave a weak, bitter laugh. “You’re starting to sound like Richard.”

As if on cue, Brad’s face darkened. She knew how insecure he got. Penelope didn’t try to stop him as he turned and stalked off. It was a temporary reprieve, but she knew that her fight to continue to carry was only getting harder.

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