Slow enough

Oblivious to the concerning calls of her driver Tricia struggled to catch her breath as she began to fear the worst that the crazy chick had somehow **** her maybe a contact high from whatever she was smoking Tricia remembered the last things she had said "Tag, your it" but what did that mean she wondered. Her mind racing Tricia began to panic at whatever the pregnant slut had done to her, as far as she could tell all she did was bump her belly bump up against her own but she had done something else how else could she explain this bizarre sensation. It felt as though something weirdly warm was twisting and turning deep with in her gut *Like a hot potato that kicks she thought fanning herself from this sudden heat. This odd pain felt deeper though, unlike a stomach ache from anxiety this felt lower as though a knot was slowly building with the pressure of pushing against her stomach. Thinking this welling pressure working alongside her sudden onset of nausea she barked at the driver to go faster, a mistake as the lurching of the car set her sprawling across the backseat her hand shot to secure her somewhat distended tummy unable to clear her head nor pull herself up she simply rode in misery splayed out.

After a few minutes of moaning the car finally came to a stop, the driver an older darker skinned gentleman rushed to get the door for her, extending a hand to help Tricia pushed past him spitting up a bit of sick. Her driver watched as she wobbled struggling to find her footing on her heels, it finally clicked in his head what was wrong with Tricia Ah she's pregnant, how queer she wasn't showing a moment ago he wondered how he could've missed it as she made her way in. Charlie, a rather burly security guard called to her,"Good Evening miss chase how's the baby doing?" his eyes looking down at Tricia's abdomen he figured that she hadn't gotten out of her first trimester by the small lump beginning to strain against her tight shirt. Tricia paused putting a hand to the nearby marble wall trying to find her balance and catch her breath she hated the idea of spilling her guts in front of people working for her .

Whats he even talking about Tricia thought slapping the button to call the elevator the thought struck her that this goon must be talking about her assistant and secretary Amy Nguyen she was usually waiting for Tricia in the lobby before they began the day of business, the guard must have chatted her up incessantly. "The baby's fine" she groaned out rubbing her aching belly failing to realize that it was begin to take shape, oddly that seemed to calm her upset "bloated" stomach. "I need to get out of these clothes" she puffed resting against the back wall while the churning sensation had seemed to plateau her whole body was burning up. Quickly Tricia popped loose the top three buttons of her shirt her black bra almost out in the open, this late at night it was unlikely for her to run into anyone and the heat was unbearable so she popped open two more buttons just passing her belly button which had popped itself. Lost in the sensation of rubbing her stomach her arm brushed against her bra pressing it into her nipples, a spark of pleasure shot down to her loins causing Tricia to let out a squeal of almost orgasmic joy blissfully unaware of the bit of mother's milk dribbling out of her teat staining her bra.

The elevator finally dinged at the tenth floor and Tricia stumbled out it was becoming strangely difficult to walk in a straight line, she managed to get into a rhythm spreading her legs for balance and slowly waddling forward . Unlocking her penthouse door she failed to see the pregnancy tag resting in her purse as she tore her shirt off not caring if she ruined it, her tightening bra she tried to steadily take off without letting it pressing against her sore nipples she paused seeing that the cups of the bra looked stained Did I sweat through this Tricia speculated, she flung it away as she waddled into the bedroom and finally hooked her thumbs into her tube skirt it had been rather loose on her when she put it on in the morning with a tug she found it got stuck around her widening hips"Oh come on" she cried. Tricia tried to twist and see if she somehow had put on weight in the rear but the motion squeezed midsection and made her moan in pain she checked her vanity mirror and to her horror her bottom "Forget it" yanking down with all her might the clasps unable to stretch past her widening hips fired off, while she had brought her pantyhose and matching black panties off in the same motion "Woah, woah, woah" she exclaimed stumbling forward her center of gravity well off what she was accustom to and landed hard on her knees.

Bare naked on all fours her legs awkwardly spread trying to stabilize unfortunately exposing her snatch, the air condition heaved from a nearby vent blowing on her moistening sex sending chills along her spine. Tricia slowly turned fighting vertigo from her drop looking for something to help her up, finding herself down a creek without a paddle. With all her might she pushed up barely managing to a foot under her she waddled forward and finally collapsed atop her bed naked save for her socks and her panties left hanging around her ankle. Slowly but surely rest came to her as she rubbed her stomach that odd warmth slowly pulsing and growing within her womb steadily pushing her belly out. The last words Tricia heard from the whore echoing in her exhausted mind as she slept.