As Diana pushed the button, a small needle popped out and pricked her finger. She swore and jerked her hand as a small trickle of blood began to emerge. As she sucked on her finger to try and stem the bleeding, she felt a pressure begin to grow inside her belly. Her babies began to kick and squirm, almost as if in response; bringing her hands to her bump, Diana looked down and gasped.
Her belly was slowly but surly expanding outward! As her middle grew, the pressure rose in intensity and her babies kicked more fiercely. The pressure turned to pain and Diana doubled over, crying out in agony as her hands clutched at her pregnancy. She sank to her knees then fell on to her back, her legs spread like a woman in labour. Her belly began to grow faster, Diana writhing on the floor.
"Oh God, I think I'm gonna burst," She thought, her eyes wide with panic.
Then, the pressure began to fade and Diana's stomach ceased it's expansion. She continued to lie on her back, panting heavily; her belly rising and falling with every breath. Her face was red with exertion and she was covered in sweat head to toe. The twins inside her continued to squirm, the powerful fetal movements visible from the outside. They felt significantly larger and her bump was big enough to be full term.
"I'm ready to pop," Diana realized "I'm only 26 weeks along, how is this possible?"
She rested on her back a moment longer. Thankfully, her children began to calm down as she regained her stamina. After a short while she tried to rise. Rolling over onto her hands and knees, she struggled to her feet. Her belly was now considerably heavier then she was used too, making movement difficult.
The door had opened, presumably whilst Diana had been writhing on the floor. She waddled through it into the next room. It was similar to the first, with a steel floor and white walls. There was a door opposite the one she'd just through. Against the wall on the right was a sink and mirror, with a towel on a rack beside it. Against the other was a table.
Approaching the sink, Diana looked into the mirror. Her face was still red and her long ginger hair was damp with sweat. She wished she could have shower to clean it, but made do with what she had and used the sink to wash her face, then dried it off with the towel. She looked at her body. Her belly had grown tremendously but it other parts of her had grown as well: her breasts now looked
as if they might fit an E cup and her already wide hips and large rear seemed to be wider and larger then she remembered.
Turning around, Diana approached the table. On it was a note
"I hope that wasn't too unpleasant for you, my darling. In case you have not figured it out yet, I have sped your pregnancy up a little bit and you can enter labour any time now.
Enter the door on your right to enter the maze proper. Complete the tests I have laid out and be rewarded; fail and be punished. Be wary of the other woman you meet, for they are your competitors. Each test can only have one winner.
Good luck, I will be watching
--Prof. Henry"
Diana shivered as she put the note down. What was that sick bastards plan? Even more concerning, if he could make 14 weeks worth of pregnancy go by in minutes, what else was he capable of? Diana wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Also on the table was a red bodysuit and some sort of gauntlet. The bodysuit was basically a tight v-neck t-shirt and a thong put together. Diana thought it looked ridiculous, but it was better then nothing so she put it on. It fit perfectly and as Diana examined herself in the mirror she saw it drew attention to her curves, particularly her gravid belly.
"Of course it does," She thought to herself.
The gauntlet looked like something out of science fiction. The screen lit up as Diana slid it on.
"Subject: Diana
Womb#: Twins
Status: Ready to Drop"
Fully geared, Diana waddled to the door. She entered in the middle of long corridor, with doors on both ends.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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