Re-establish control

Pawing for her missing shoe under the desk she adjusts her blouse now no longer covering below her sternum. Fastening up a now protesting button in effort to retain modesty. Her strewn pencil skirt useless now in her advanced condition and too low down on the floor for a woman who was aware of her state and the lowness of her babes head within her.

Tugging up her tights above her navel as best she can she shuffles forward on her chair and growns in attempt to lean down to heel her missing heel. Six inches short her body is wrapped around her womb struggling to tense further centimeter by centimeter. Huffing and leaning further around rather than straight down she slips her heel on and rests back now out of breath from her exertions. Her belly sticking out further now in her slouch, long oversized and low.

A moment passes before she redouble her efforts and edges further towards the end of her office chair. Holding the desk for support she dips over the edge unuss to her new proportions a squat now well and truly the last position her body wants to be in her legs hold but involuntarily splay open in vulgar angles around her belly and her cervix takes the weight and pressure of her fertile load, building uncomfodtably between her thick lushious legs. Unbarable urgency speedily guides her hand to her clothes and she heffs her bulk up brushing heavily against the desk at first acciddentaly but then for balancing her new found fertile shape.

Upright and gloriously prominent she waddles towards her hanging full length coat. From the back now free from pregnancy, dressed in only her blouse, sheer tights and heels her plump little bum shifts daintily from side to side before being hidden under her heavily tented coat.

"Out... I'm heading out!" She balusters before making her way out onto the High Street through the office entrance.