Author's Notes: All characters below are 18 or over.
The below story contains themes of pregnancy, cheating, humiliation, roughness, and dominance. if those arn't your things, then just move on.
Lydia Hoyle is a career woman and mother-to-be. Now dealing with the symptoms of her condition its time to take some much deserved leave. But her overbearing and stern boss Greg Steele isn't quite prepared to sign her paperwork. Below is the story of that paper chase as well as the single symptom of pregnancy that leave wont entirely help with...
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Maternity Paper Chase
An oppressive dizziness overtook Lydia Hoyle as dozens of office phones rang in unison. Her own off the hook as client after client wanted an update on their account. Clutching her forehead, Lydia donned her headset over her neat bun, Wincing as it would ring up until the moment she clicked accept on the call.
"Cloggin Group, this is Lydia speaking how can I help you?" Her ability to don a customer-service tone despite her chronic pains impressed even her, hand creeping down over her large pregnant belly as she took long deep breaths amidst the day to day demands of a working woman.
All around her noises were amplified times a thousand, her pregnancy making life as a career woman even harder to cope with, beyond the already demanding job and impossible boss. Her back ached, stomach felt heavy, head often spinning, and breasts over-laden. On top of all of that, looking at her phone lock screen she could see the pressuring texts from her husband.
"Have you talked to him yet?" The green bubbles constantly pester her to stand up for herself.
"No... I haven't had the chance." She would reply, clearly an excuse as she watched her boss walk around the cubicles like a vulture. Lydia frantically sent the text before she could be caught on her phone. Closing her eyes tight for a moment, she imagined she was someplace warm, outside in the warm breeze as she relaxed with her swollen feet up. Her hands rubbed her long tanned arms as she pictured this serenity, only to be stolen from that moment by the plopping of a stack of papers on her desk.
"Hoyle." Her boss, Greg Steele stared down at the pregnant woman with a cold and unsympathetic expression. In fact as Lydia strained her sore neck to look up at him she could have sworn he curled his lip in disgust with her condition.
"Yes Mr. Steele?" She invoked a soft tone, trying to draw out empathy as she rested a hand on her watermelon-sized stomach hidden under a white blouse.
"Looking at last week's numbers, your average report closure time has increased. I'm doing you a favor to make some of that up with this extra work..." The tall man, incredibly imposing, with broad shoulders and a moderate build stared down at her as her eyes strained to stay focused. She winced as the fluorescent lights above his head burned her retinas.
"Uh well sir, I've been mea-"
"Don't make it a second week trend Hoyle." He stormed away, adjusting his red tie even tighter, which surprised Lydia as she thought his thick neck would surely explode.
"Girl.... you alright?" Myra turned and leaned close. She was Lydia's cubicle mate, a gossip and a try-hard for the most part but she had a sweet demeanor that made up for it. Often they would complain together, Myra even giving a few tips in dealing with the pregnant-in-office situation from her own experience just two years ago.
"He's riding you hard... did he approve it yet?"
Lydia winched, a sharp pain in her stomach as she dealt with some braxton hicks, hand lovingly yet firmly on her belly as she breathed through them.
"Sorry..." she blinked several times as the pain subsided. "What was that?"
"Your baby leave, did the big square approve it?" She nudged her head towards Steele's office.
Lydia widened her eyes, whipping her head around to peek at her email and ensure there wasn't anything urgent waiting on her. Then she gave Myra a rather plastic and shallow smile, obviously indicating that it had not been.
"Sam has been texting me every day for the past week to put my foot down." She looked at her phone, another text from her husband that read:
"He will milk u for all the time u let him take, u have to walk in and not leave until he signs."
"Well... I guess he has a point." Myra gritted her teeth. "Didn't H-R approve it?"
"Yeah but the manager still has to sign before it becomes official... unless I can build a case against him..." she looked at Myra with pleading eyes, hoping she would help her in some way.
"I'm sorry darlin'." Myra shook her head and looked around the busy office. All the men in their tight collars were busy-bodying themselves around the cubicles while "networking" themselves into better deals.
"It's a rough competition out there right now." She sat up suddenly as Steele passed within eyesight, the men of the office schmoozing their way around with the boss as they talked about the stock market play by play like some sort of sports-ball recap.
"I can't upset the vibes right now, else I'll end up at the bottom of the pecking order..."
"Like me." Lydia shook her head knowing Myra wouldn't have her back, though it was not a terrible surprise, she was an aspiring try-hard after all. A few long moments would come and go as Lydia went about the stack of work she had been given. Lower back pain, migraines, and more false contractions making the mother-to-be stew in her mind all the frustrations at work.
"I'm worried abt u hun." Her husband's texts continued. Lydia shifted in her seat wishing she was bolder, more pushy. If she were not only would she be on baby leave but she would be able to get Sam to scratch an itch she can't reach. Her mind turned to the night previous, she had slid into something tight and sexy, adorning herself in his favorite perfume while waiting for him in bed. She had even strained herself to shave her nether region, a near impossible task while pregnant. But despite her pregnant glow he only put half himself into it, not feeling the pregnant sexual energy. The encounter ended in a pitiful ten minutes and without a conclusion on her part.
With a stiff huff Lydia pushed her chair back and stood. She was a short 5'3", petite, long legs covered by a black tube skirt, and pregnant belly magnificently flowing into her curvature as if it was meant to adorn the space between her hips. By all means she was extremely cute, a soft look to her yet definingly beautiful all of it highlighted by the fact she was pregnant. She was carrying low, her belly button poking through her white blouse as she held the bottom of her stomach. Her breasts were modest in size, she was never a busty girl, but her condition made her fill out in more than one way.
Clenching her fist she took one of her doctor prescribed calming breaths, patting her stomach before she began her march across the cubicle farm.
"Good luck..." Myra cravenly hid behind the guise of her work as her office-friend strode off to upset the status quo.
Amidst the hustle of the business casual drones Lydia squeezed past as best she could with her pregnant belly, few noticing her, nearly being doused in coffee or toppled into the printer. Those who did take notice had a rather unsavory expression towards her, whether they were just annoyed with a pregnant woman's presence or their eyes traveled a little too freely.
"Hey watch out there darlin." One man placed his hand on her stomach uninvited as a way to ensure they didn't collide. It lingered a bit too long for her taste, though she was hardly the type of person to say something to the contrary. Polite smiles would end the exchange, fingers gingerly gliding off her stomach as he admired her glowing aura.
If her back was not in such pain she would have felt a shudder travel up it. But before she could have more close encounters with those who viewed her as a speed bump or those who viewed her as something to pet, she arrived at the solid white door of her boss's lair. It ever loomed in the distance from her cubicle, something she tried to not look towards less arrive at.
In golden letters his nameplate intimidated those who had half-baked ideas or stupid questions, the memeories of the response to those foolish to have either baked into the department's collective memory.
Deep calming breaths, Lydia held her hand beneath her pregnant tummy, blouse struggling to cover its crest before it rolled down into her pelvic area and waist. Her other hand contacted the door, one... two... three soft raps to announce herself, straining to hear the command to enter amidst the chaos off the office. A few long moments of silence made her heart race, she worried she would go into labor from nerves, yet a stiff and unforgiving voice answered her through the solid wood door.
Opening it just a crack she peaked in, big brown eyes looked inside the office lit in a much less fluorescent and artificial manner. Lamps and other softer lights gave the office a more calming feel, despite the occupant who more than made up for it with his own menacing aura.
"Mr. Steele?" She opened it more, her dainty sandal covered foot daring to step in. "Do you have a moment?" Her voice soft and weak, she typically was cut off mid-sentence in meetings, with hardly the gaul to reassert herself.
"Tsk, come in." A low huff answered her, ungrateful for the interruption. Closing the door behind her, the oppressive sound of the office disappeared, Lydia jealous of the insulation they packed his office walls with.
"Hoyle, I have a two-o'clock, make this fast." He brought his glasses from his nose and raised them to the top of his receding hairline. The imposing man sat back in his large comfy reclining office chair that was leagues better than the one the pregnant Lydia was offered. As she stepped closer ss he glared at her hatefully, eyes sunken in and malicious.
"Uh sir, well I was-"
"Hoyle did you take care of the Markenson case last Tuesday?" He hardly allowed five words to leave her mouth before he interrupted her, hands sifting through papers on his desk as he abruptly questioned.
"Um, yes sir I closed that one out the following day. But I came to ask abou-"
