The doctor lifter her left leg up toward her chest and fitted her swollen ankle into the stirrup, then he walked to the other side of the maternity bed and manouvred her right leg with a shove into its stirrup so that she sat only slightly reclined from the upright position, her pregnant belly protruding to touch the insides of her thick, muscular thighs, and her moist pink vagina exposed and open between her splayed legs. Jeanette's pregnancy bump was a sea of stretch marks and she was very very sore.
" You cannot be only four months pregnant, my dear. You are clearly more than that. Look at how very large you've become! Why have you not come for a scan before now? You need to know that your babies are healthy, and I worry because I can't feel their positions accurately with my hands alone."
Jeanette tried to hide her surprise. She and Sandra had come to the conclusion that she had swollen with excess pregnancy fluids in the unusually hot summer, or some such abnormality, while they procrastinated and plucked up the courage to seek a medical opinion, knowing they might have to explain...themselves. More than one foetus? They had only joked about twins.
He took his gloved hands and prodded around her soft receptive cervix, frowning as he did so.
"I would expect, judging only by your size that you would have begun to dilate just a little bit by now."
There was a knock at the door. The doctor draped a thin blanket covering Jeanette's opened vagina and over her wide knees, and waved the nurse in with the ultrasound machine.
"Change position or stay as you are, dear? .. Staying there? Right-o!" Chimed the nurse.
She opened the top of the tube and squirted the cold jelly over Jeanette's hugely distended pregnant belly.
The cold of the clear congealed liquid caused her pregnant pussy to tighten and then release. Jeanette was horny as hell, and the impromptu massage exacerbated-her-need-to-be-masturbated.
She suddenly craved to have the sterile gloop rubbed frantically down between her thighs where her pulsating clitoris yearned. She wanted it to be pushed up inside her tight hole; aggressive and hard.
Jeanette wanted the nurse to take her prim and delicate little fingers and masturbate her mercilessly, as Jeanette became aroused and looser and her cunt began to gape. She envisaged the young pert little nurse thrusting her hand inside, eventually working up to fisting her, thrusting up between the bulging pregnant cunt flaps, watching her wrist disappear inside the heavily pregnant dyke's belly and causing it to sway up and down, bouncing into her breasts as she thrashed and groaned.
She imagined the fist clenched and moving up inside her, screaming in pain as it pressed hard on the walls of her vagina, almost reaching the heavy and uncomfortable, pregnancy inside her, as the tremendous weight of her belly lurched around on top. Each thrust and jerking withdrawal pounding down on her lower abdomen. She imagined the force of her straining womb slapping against the top of her muscular legs and internally banging into the top of her vagina, causing her to approach orgasm, making her moan and cry out, and start to cum.
Jeanette thought about the overweight doctor climbing astride her face and thrusting his hardened penis down her throat as the nurse drove her harder and harder. Forced to splutter and gag as he held himself inside her head with his weight as she tried to scream for him to stop. All the while her obscenely massive four-month pregnancy stopping her from resisting.
For reasons unknown to Jeanette, she suddenly wanted to be brutally violated right there in that vulnerable position with her thighs pushed wide open, as she caressed her lubricated and swelling pregnant gut.
But no sooner had she begun to fantasize than Jeanette's mind turned to what Sandra would make of her like this: sitting on a hospital bed, all slimy, impregnated and horny, with her legs ratcheted apart in mock-medieval torture and her tender cunt bared for all to see.
She'd fuck the brains out of me!, thought Jeanette with a smile.
She thought of her lover's monstrous cock. It had continued to grow larger and heavier. And her thoughts turned to concern for Sandra, who found it increasingly burdensome to carry her fat, gradually growing, penis around in her straining underwear if she wore a dress. She found it now incredibly difficult to conceal in public situations and often just let it dangle down one leg of her baggy jeans, hoping that she wouldn't have to run or walk quickly.
"Gasps!!"
The nurse and the doctor looked at each other. They scrutinized the screen. Ran the ultrasound again and again.
Disbelief. Panic. More staring into the screen. Then gazing, shocked, at their bewildered and enormously pregnant patient.
