Full term pregnancy

Rocketgirl gagged, waking herself up. She wretched again, feeling a nausea deep in her gut like she'd never felt before. She instinctively reached for her stomach to ease the pain, but her hand was yanked painfully back as a metal cuff cut into her wrist.

Her eyes snapped open. Suddenly alert, she looked around. She seemed to be on a padded leather chair like in a gynecologist's office. She gasped at the realization she was totally naked. Her wrists were manacled to the wall behind her. Her legs were splayed and strapped to the footrests. Two IV bags dripped into her hand. But the biggest shock of all was her belly.

It was swollen. Rounded. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was...

"Pregnant." The familiar female voice of Ms Jensen, who snapped on latex gloves as she entered the room. "And about to give birth, if I'm not mistaken."

"Whaa...hhhowww?" Rocketgirl was surprised to hear her words slurring. She gulped to moisten her throat. Her belly lurched again, and she felt a stabbing sensation from inside her pussy. "YAAAAAAAA!" she screamed.

Ms Jensen giggled. "My synthetic sperm worked better than I could have possibly imagined. Not only did it impregnate you, it passed on all your greatest traits to your baby. I've been monitoring and testing your baby's genes to make sure, but all the proof I need is right here. I impregnated you just six hours ago, and here you are, ready to pop!" Ms Jensen grabbed a towel from a nearby table and dipped it in a bowl of cool water.

Rocketgirl's eyebrows knit in confusion. "Sssssixxx hourrrssss?"

Ms Jensen wrung out the towel and began dabbing sweat from Rocketgirl's forehead. "Yes, my dear. You have some superpowers, yes? Superspeed, I believe. Well, my synth sperm transferred your speed to your baby. She's developed in record time, and now she's ready to leave the womb."

"T-t-trranssferr..." Rocketgirl began to panic. Why was she speaking so slowly? Could Ms Jensen have permanently removed her powers?

As though reading her mind, Ms Jensen said, "Of course, to market my product to single young women, I have to make sure it doesn't have any permanent effects on their bodies. I want it to help them have the most perfect babies they can -- but I can't let it rob them of their own best genetic traits. So after you've delivered your baby, I'm going to have to keep you on here for a little while longer so I can monitor you and run some more tests."

Rocketgirl growled. "You m-m-m-monsstterrr! Uhh-aaaaAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!" She was hit by a massive contraction.

Ms Jensen walked around to Rocketgirl's gaping vagina and stroked it delicately with her fingers. Rocketgirl's vaginal muscles twitched at the stimulation, and wailed as another contraction followed.

"They're coming larger and faster now. You're due to pop, baby."

"N-n-nooo," she stammered. "Nnnot...rready. Nnot...a m...a m... a motherrr."

Ms Jensen lightly fingered Rocketgirl. "Oh, don't worry. You won't have to be a mother. Who knows if my treatment will even leave you in the proper condition to be a good mother to this child? No, I'll take care of her for you. Or have her taken care of."

"B-b-but...pppprema...pppremature!" Rocketgirl gasped between contractions.

"Premature? Nonsense. Have you seen yourself lately? You are full term. This baby is coming out. The IVs in your arm have been supplying all the nutrients you've both needed for the last six hours. Trust me, this baby is going to be perfectly healthy. You don't need to worry about her. Worry about yourself, Rocketgirl. You know what I'm capable of. And I'm not through with you yet."

"NYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Rocketgirl screamed, both from fear and from pain. She felt intense pressure at her labia and a ripple from her abdomen.

"Push, Rocketgirl. Push!"

Three minutes later, Ms Jensen replaced Rocketgirl's IV with a sedative. The superheroine was out like a light as Ms Jensen carried a swaddled newborn out of the room.