Jennifer made her way into the building, the floor already teeming with workers, all nude of course, though some had accessories like watches, ties, scarfs and other similar objects that wouldn't get in the way. Seeing the elevator chim Jennifer tried to run up to the moving doors, only to see the feint crack of a dozen kids before the door closed. "Poop." Jennifer muttered. Adult words were disappearing more and more. Jennifer shook her head as she checked the large clock in the middle of the entrance hall, 8:43. Jennifer scurried to the stairway as she ran up several flights of stairs. Making it to the fifth floor Jennifer was able to catch the next elevator thankfully, squeezing in as someone left. Everyone was shoulder to shoulder making it hard to see which buttons had been pushed, then again, Jennifer thought, they probably just hit every single one. Of course, the elevator stopped on every floor. By the time Jennifer made it to her floor, floor 16, it was already 9:06. Hurriedly walking to her cubicle she sat down at her chair and opened her computer.
Just as she sat down two things happened, one, her supervisor walked across the entrance way, and two her breakfast had caught up with her.
"Jennifer, I said if you were..." her supervisor started to bark before realizing Jennifer was gripping the armhandles as a splatter of urine seeped through the mesh bottom of the chair.
"G-good morning Donna, just..." Jennifer shook her leg as the flow began to slow up. She continued in sotto as she squirmed in her chair. "Finish working off my coffee."
Donna stood there unimpressed, "Nevermind." she stated as she continued down the alley.
Jennifer swirled her chair back to her computer. "Meanie." she muttered. Jennifer worked all morning, typing away at insurance claims and reports. The most often claim of course was life policies, but sometimes a parent cared enough to also get health or home insurance.
Jennifer looked at the clock again and breathed out in relief that it was almost lunch. A face popped up over her cubicle wall, a oily acne ridden fifteen year old, Dylan. "Hey Jen, heading out for lunch?"
Jennifer smiled weakly, "Yea." She really didn't like Dylan, he was a practical jokerster and it really annoyed her when she just wanted to finish her work and leave each day, not socialize. Dylan's face beamed "Sweet!" he ducked his head down as Jennifer could hear shuffling on the other side.
As Jennifer tried to escape her cubicle Dylan appeared on her side with a slap on her shoulder. "I was thinking we could go to that deli across the park and-" Jennifer winced as she stumbled with a moan. The tingle reappeared in force as it radiated from the area Dylan touched as it surged in her gut. Looking down, sure enough her stomach began to grow in surges. First trimester, second, third. A sign of a real crush. Jennifer moaned as her breast's grew even more agitated, a small squirt leaked as they grew slightly. Jennifer grabbed the edge of her doorway as she glared at Dylan. "Dylan, that's the fourth time you've done that to me! Wash your hands or something!" Jennifer rolled her eyes, trying to get used to the weight of being pregnant again.
Dylan shrugged sarcastically. "Sorry, guess I must have picked it up somewhere." Jennifer shook her head, "I get the feeling you do it on purpose." Dylen blushed. "What? Nah nah, I "totally" wouldn't do that to you." He said snarkly.
Pointing to her stomach. "Dang Jen, you're pretty big, what are you thinking, maybe twins?" Jennifer closed her eyes as she felt her stomach grow larger, maybe it really was. Dylan rubbed his chin. "Actually you know, maybe it's triplets." Jennifer winced again as with a slight gurgle her stomach expanded again, stretch marks appearing around her naval, which had now poked out. Jennifer replied out of breath. "I...hope not." Jennifer remembered those reports, after all the cooties did cause hyperfertility, most people usually had whole litters of kids. Jennifer moaned as her stomach surged, her swollen stomach bending down to almost reach her thighs and was outstretched nearly a foot.
The weight was overbearing, Jennifer had to shift her legs out wide to even stand, moving was another hassle. "Dylan, I still gotta get home today you know, I swear." Jennifer slowly staggered forward a single step. "You love me anymore and my waters gonna break the moment you touch me." She said with a huff.
It took Jennifer nearly ten minutes just to shambles down the hallway. How could she work like this? It was simply impossible. By the time she made it, Donna was waiting by the elevator, her own stomach rivaling Jennifer's. "Oh Jennifer, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Jennifer retorted. Donna huffed as she tried to move her stomach. "Just grabbing the last of my stuff, we just can't work like we used to so knocked up ya know?" Jennifer nodded. "Oh yeah I know what you mean, I was just headed home now."
Donna nodded as they both squeezed into the elevator, their sizes now too large for Dylan to fit in as he tried to wave as the doors closed.