Coed Turned Housewife, Ch. 7 - "Holiday Break"
The seventh in a series about innocent Chelsea Pelham and her handsome professor, Dr. Mark Benning.
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The car was loaded up, Mark was in the driver's seat and Chelsea was strapped in with the seat belt digging uncomfortably between the two glorious mounds on her chest. As they navigated traffic and sipped their Starbucks, Mark's hand wandered over to her, up her thigh, resting meaningfully across her lower belly. Today she had on a thick fleece, but she wouldn't long be able to disguise her condition.
Just that morning, Mark had brought in a pack of pregnancy tests and they had used all three to confirm the same result: positive. Their frequent, enthusiastic and unprotected couplings over the past six weeks would have inevitably led to this circumstance for most young couples, but the thing that worried them both was the higher likelihood that Chelsea might have a complicated pregnancy due to exposure to the chemicals at the lab. Mark thought she would probably have a multiples pregnancy, with all of its attendant risks and problems. Chelsea was petite and a high-risk pregnancy could be dangerous, for her and the infants both.
It seemed likely that the very chemical lab that had exposed her to a compound that rapidly increased her breast volume and also very likely enhanced her fertility. She had felt "hormonal" throughout the school year, but had chalked it up to the emotional peaks and valleys of the first year at college...Now that first year was likely going to be the only year of her studies, as she knew she would soon need all of her energies to concentrate on becoming and being a new mother. She sighed sadly. There was so much to process.
Mark was silent on the drive, but maintained his loving touches, caressing her hand and leaning over to kiss her forehead before getting out for gas. She thought he must be very pensive about meeting her parents. She felt nervous as hell herself; but she also knew she had no choice. No force on earth could change the path she was on now. Her hands wandered to her slightly-bloated waistline, straining against a pair of jeans. She had a part of Mark inside of her now, growing within her, and they would always be united by this new life. In a way, it was more than if they simply were married, but she wanted to commit to him publicly, legally, with her whole heart and body. If her parents disapproved, she knew the choice she had to make.
They pulled up to Hallen Woods, the tasteful subdivision her father - a retired executive from a conservative Christian national retail chain - moved them to ten years ago. At that time, Chelsea had been an apple-cheeked little girl of eight, excited about riding horses with her friends, eager to attend church ice cream socials, loving Christian summer camp with her middle school pals. Those girls had mostly grown up to attend Big Ten colleges, some had been debutantes. They were an athletic, smart group, but wholesome, dutiful and compliant. Chelsea didn't know where she herself had gone astray. She looked down at her now overabundant bosom - so out of place among the athletic frames of her affluent friends - and of the coming brood she might be growing inside of her. How many of her friends would stick by a pregnant teen college drop-out? She knew her church community supported large families, but most of those mothers were at least in their mid-20s when they married and started families. She felt sad to be growing away from so many of her ambitions and of the wholesome expectations others had for her.
"Chelsea. Chels!" Mark was calling her, shaking her shoulder gently. "Honey, I think we're here. Want to find your parents while I unload the car?" His late model Subaru was pulled up in front of an expansive brick residence with immaculate landscaping.
She unbuckled and ran up to ring the bell. In just a few moments, her Mom was at the door, crying "Look at you! You're hereeee!!" As Chelsea called back excitedly, compressing her in a hug. "I'm hereeee!! We're here!!" She corrected herself.
Mrs. Pelham silver-blonde curls fell chicly around her eyeglasses, but her wrinkled eyes beamed kindness. "Where's this handsome Dr. Benning?" She teased Chelsea. "Already caught one, eh? We were so surprised that you brought a guest, especially once we read online about how distinguished he is!"
Mark had approached during this speech. "My reputation precedes me?" He pinched Chelsea's wide bottom discreetly. "Mrs. Pelham, it's so wonderful to see you."
Chelsea thought this choice of words odd - "meet you" would have seemed more appropriate. He was going on, "I'm so grateful to be included in your holiday, and looking forward to joining Mr. Pelham for a little golf if the weather permits."
There were all cheerful and snug, that night and the next day. Mrs. Pelham had laid out a flannel nightgown for Chelsea that proved scandalously tight over her now larger breasts. She couldn't fit it, and opted for a big sweatshirt and leggings to lounge around in, a shape that hung suggestively over her frame. It's bulk made her look heavy at best and, at worst, pregnant. There was simply nowhere to hide.
