Chapter 4 - the experiment part 4

She felt like an overinflated balloon.

When she pushed on her belly button poking out, it made her burp involuntarily. She heard her belly growl and gurgle in response. "Heehee...oops" The intercom beeped. "Please, I know it's hard, you may feel like you have to pass it, but try to hold the gas in, okay hun? We have to try to reach your max capacity, and the sooner you do the sooner the test will be over."

"Kay." she said, just as she passed a tiny bit. She blushed. "Don't worry about it, just an air bubble in the probe"

She had a 1-foot steel tube inside her, deep inside. She noticed how good it felt, it was heated and throbbing as it kept her uterus under pressure. She clenched her large buttocks, squeezed her thighs against the warm tube and sighed. This must be arousal.

In fact, she was so aroused she realized she was about to blow.

She began to breathe deeply and then panted like a puppy dog and managed to blurt out words.

"Ah...ahh...Oh my god...I'm gonna...I think I'm gonna come..."

"Go ahead. It'll be a great release for you. Just let it go, hon. We'll clean it up, we don't care babe. Just go blow. Go for broke!"

She gasped and held her breath as she felt her pelvis begin to heave, her muscles contracting. She bit her lip and curled her toes. She finally squealed as she exploded in orgasm, messily I might add. Juices dripped out of her vagina all over the mattress between her legs. Her legs had burst free of the light Velcro straps and were drawn up nearly to her chest, but were stopped by her belly of course. She was now in delivery position, her feet conveniently placed in stirrups. The nurse said, "Okay babe, now we're going to take an internal temperature with the probe. Stand by."

"Ah...oh god...okay." She gasped, still awash in ecstasy and mind-numbing pleasure. She couldn't help it, her body throbbed with new emotions and sensations.

It was no longer under her control anymore. She was an animal in heat.

Within a couple beautiful seconds, it was all over. She slumped backward, her legs dropped. She let out a big sigh. She was in Nirvana. Her large mommy belly and baby feeders heaved up and down, her blubber wobbling.

"Much better?"

"Yeah...much better."

"Okay, glad you're enjoying yourself. Well we're not done yet. We still need to fill your bladder and stomach and test the resiliency of your organs, then have you get up and walk around to see what it feels like to carry all that weight"

"Alright..."

"You may experience some discomfort, just yell for us to stop if it gets intolerable and we'll drain you immediately."

A hose snaked down from the ceiling with a smaller tube dangling from its mouth like a tongue of some sort. Around the edge of the eel's mouth was a rubber pressure gasket.

It lowered until it pressed upon her belly around her navel area. "Okay, deep breath in and hold it in, babe. Ready?" "Uh-huh" "One, two, three, four, five, six aaannnnd breathe..."

She took a deep breath. It hurt to even do that from the weight pressing down on her chest. As she did this, the tube attached itself to her swollen protruding ball of a belly and she felt suction like a weak vacuum. She felt an unpleasant wriggling sensation inside her. This was the thin tube entering her navel. She tried not to call out in pain, it took a lot of effort. She had the oddest sensation of an earthworm slithering into her belly button. A highly lubricated warm tube had also slid up her anus.

"It's done." Whew.

"Now I'm starting the stomach pump. This will pretty much pump some warm salt water into your stomach, just to expand it a little. Then after 10 seconds, we switch to seltzer water. You may feel the urge to burp or pass gas, but try to hold it in until the test is over. 'Kay?"

"'Kay"
< br>She felt a very pleasant warm feeling, like swallowing a mouthful of hot soup, as the warm saline flowed into her belly through her navel. "Now the bloating enzyme compound. This is the seltzer water I told you about."

There was a bubbly hiss as the liquid turned to gassy soda. She really felt her belly get tight now. There was immense pressure on her tummy, and her intestines, and all of her internal organs. It was actually quite uncomfortable. She felt like she had to pee, take a crap, burp and fart all at once. She expanded more. And more. And more. Her belly started to ache.

After another three minutes, the pump stopped. The girl's body thought she was now nine months and overdue with triplets, had just eaten a three-course meal, and her bladder was full. She was retaining so much fluid her butt was probably shifting with the tide. She had gained almost forty pounds. On her stomach and legs.

"Now, babe, it's time to get up and go for a walk. Did you finish the drink?" She nodded, and spit out the hose. "You think you can sit up? Try it, but do it slowly. Slowly. You're heavier than you realize. Take a deep breath and brace your back, and hold your belly with the other hand, it will help."

"Alright...here goes nothing..."

She tried slowly to sit up and swing her legs around. Man, she felt like a bloated hippopotamus! Her massive breasts swung and dangled pendulously from her like udders. Her areolas were dark and brown. Vessels bulged in them.

Her stomach felt like a beach ball filled with about three gallons of soda, which was fizzing and expanding. She stifled a burp. "Please try to hold the gas in until the end of the test, ma'am. I know it's uncomfortable."

"Sorry..." A small fart escaped her.

With some difficulty, she swung her legs to the side of the gurney and the nurses came to her side. She leaned on them as they gripped her arms and helped her slowly to her feet. She was wearing nothing but slip-free socks they give you in hospitals. Other than that, she was naked as the day she was born, and bloated like a big fat cow.

A nurse held her hand as she tried to take her first slow steps, carrying her new weight. She felt the room had suddenly gained heavier gravity. She felt the weight of all that fluid pulling down on her from every inch, her back and shoulders felt heavy, her legs rubbed together.

"If you want, you can take a look in the mirror and see what it looks like."

They helped her over to the full-length mirror and stood her in front of it. Her eyes were closed, internally she was aching with anticipation. She was curious to see herself as a mommy.

"Okay, you can open them."

Her eyes slowly opened, and the woman that stood in the mirror was not her at all.

Her face was rounder and fuller, her lips looked more plump and red. This made her smile. She moved her eyes slowly downward over her curvy voluptuousness. Her hips had really gotten bigger, she had that perfect hourglass figure. Her feet seemed a little swollen. But she couldn't get over the massive size of her tits and her watermelon belly. It stuck out at least a foot in front of her, maybe even two! It felt hard as a watermelon. Right over the little pelvic crease or fold of her pubic triangle, the curvature upward from there to her navel was like a perfect sphere. She saw the telltale sign of the dark line, a seam under her skin that connected her poking out belly button to her vagina. They had a name for that, but she couldn't remember. She felt her lower part of her belly and belched a little bit.

She had seen pictures of the "octo-mom" from 20 years ago. The woman who scammed her doctor into giving her fertility drugs so she could have octuplets. It was all over the news around the time she was born. This woman apparently just did it for the media attention, and so she could get enough money donated to her to buy a house for her new arrivals....and her other eight children. And she wasn't even married.

The girl thought that story was sad. She knew the mom was in jail now and her sixteen kids all ended up in foster homes, some in mental institutions from birth defect-related brain disorders. Premature children often have physical malformities or severe brain damage. Which is why it was now important for the women to be specially conditioned and genetically augmented to carry extra babies, and carry them all to full term. Or sometimes they would now impregnate a woman, let her carry the child for a trimester, then fertilize her again, wait for her to deliver one, then fertilize her again so she carried no more than three babies at a time. That way they could stagger the births. It was also possible to give a woman drugs to prolong the gestation and postpone labor, so she could carry the fetus for up to a year or longer if she wasn't ready to have one yet. It didn't hurt the child, they would just induce a state of suspended animation. Moms with that gestation cycle usually had strict bedrest after nine months, during which time they worked desk jobs from home.

Of course the girl knew none of this. All she knew is she wanted to make babies, and get pregnant as often as she could. Because the idea of it got her off.