Escape to the bathroom

"This is so fucking disgusting!" she whined.

"Don't worry, when we pick up my friends from the mall, you can clean up in the restroom there."

The mall's parking lot was nearly empty as John and Megan pulled up to it. That was unusual, John thought to himself. The good thing about that was he was able to pull up in one of the nearest, non-handicapped spaces. He and Megan stepped out of the car and ran into the entrance.

"The bathrooms are right over here. I left my friends in the food court on the other side."

"No, John. Please don't leave," Megan pleaded, grabbing his arm by the elbow. Her movements seemed a little heavier.

"Okay, um.... let me get you to the bathroom." He held onto her hand as they walked over to the restrooms. The whole mall looked deserted. It was almost like it was closed, except none of the shops were locked up.

Inside the bathroom, Megan leaned against the sink and let the water run. She'd taken off her pink button up and placed it in an adjascent sink. The pregnant girl splashed water on herself, trying to get the gunk off her face and out of her hair. John pulled some paper towels and handed them to her. Megan didn't accept them. Instead, she leaned on the counter with one hand, and hugged her belly with the other.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I-I... uh... I don't... I feel.... UUUGGGGGGHHH!!" Megan slumped to the floor, breathing heavily. She was propped up on one arm while the other rested atop her swollen stomach, which seemed to be pulsing.

"Holy shit... are you... going into labor?!" John shouted. She only grunted in reply, throwing her head back and screaming. John had only seen births on television, and knew that whatever knowledge he had was over simplified. "I, uh, I think we need to take off your jeans."

John reached up under her stomach and grabbed the buttons of her jeans. He looked at her face for some kind of approval, but accepted her non-protests as it being okay. He undid her fly, and grabbed her jeans and her panties and slid them off her body. He threw them in the sink with the pink shirt, and when he looked back, he noticed her breasts seemed larger. Did boobs swell when women go into labor? The ends of boobs seemed to be leaking, signified by the spreading wet spots soaking through the shirt and bra. He figured that might be normal.

The inexperienced guy leaned in, staring at the pussy of a very pregnant stranger he'd only met earlier that day. Her outer labia looked swollen. Immensely so. He'd only ever seen Amber's, but this lady had whoppers, puffing out between her legs like rising dough, pressing into her thighs and against the floor. John cringed at any part of her privates having to touch a public restroom floor, but beggars can't be choosers, and they didn't have much of a choice.

"What do I do?" He looked up at her face, but couldn't get a good view. Her tits had swelled up enormously, pulling the white shirt completely off her stomach, and pushing way out of the cups of her bra. They obstructed his view like a couple of volleyballs stacked on top of her chest. As if it were possible, her belly seemed bigger as well, and he could have sworn he saw it pulse and move.

Without a response, he had no idea where to go next. He called out for her to push. Her cries and screams turned into labored moaning as some point. Gurgling and groaning noises discouraged John from wanting to press any further, but he was never the type to really give up. Figuring that perhaps he needed to reach in and grab the baby, John slowly worked up the courage to slip a hand inside her vagina.

John's started to part her lips with his fingers while slowly reaching in with his left hand. Megan grunted. He instructed her to push again, while he slowly and carefuly slid his fingers up inside her. He felt the girl push, and then her water broke. Or, so John thought. His hand was drenched in white fluid. It looked like someone popped a cum balloon inside her snatch, and it spilled out into his hands all over the floor.

His hands were filled, suddenly with a hefty weight. He looked down expecting to see a baby, but instead found himself cupping an enormous pair of balls. His left hand was still partially inside of her womb, and the balls seemed to flop down over her female sex.

"What the fuck?!" John jerked his hands back, and Megan's balls smacked into the ground, causing her to lurch in reaction. The sudden strain was too much for the white top, which exploded from around her gigantic breasts, each tit shooting out and rolling to either side of her body like huge milk-filled beachballs. The nipples on each were expansive. They were nursing mother's nipples magnified times ten, twitching and leaking.

Megan's hand shot up to her breast, squeezing it hard, sending an omnidirectional spray all oer the bathroom. John winced as droplets hit his face. She screamed, the veins and muscles in her neck tensing up as she gave birth. But not to a baby.

Out from under Megan's huge stomach shot a thick, meaty cock as veiny and rigid as any of the girls from the park. John jumped back as it nearly touched him, sputtering its payload as it slithered out of her body. Megan looked at John now, licking her puffy lips, as she worked her way to her feet. Her gargantuan baby feeders rolled around her massively pregnant form, leaking profusely, as she tried to reach around to grab her new herm equipment.

John freaked out and ran into the mall.