…Jen felt an itching all over her body at once. Stopping what she was doing she started to scratch herself all over as a bizarre pressure stated to grow in her stomach.
“I must be ill…” Jen thought, standing up and walking over to the couch in the corner of her office. She slipped of her shoes that were starting to hurt and lay down on the couch, undoing a few buttons on her blouse and turning the air con up as the room started to feel warm.
She reached across to the intercom unit and informed her secretary that she wasn’t feeling well and needed to be left alone for a few hours.
“Certainly Miss. Smith, would you like me to call a doctor?” came the reply.
“I don’t think it’ll be necessary, I just need to rest for a bit, thank you Mary” Jen released the button and rolled over on the couch the pressure in her stomach was forcing its way down and out, it wasn’t uncomfortable but it was becoming an urgent pressure that needed to be released.
She decided to remove her skirt and jacket and felt much better with her legs and arms bare, but the itching continued and she decided to remove the blouse as well. Now in just her bra and panties, Jen Smith started to drift off to sleep, unaware of the changes that occurred over the next half an hour.
When Jen awoke the pain had gone and she sat up only to find…