[Clipart] Pregnant Belly

[Clipart] Pregnant Belly



Pregnant Belly



“Kiara Simmon.”

Kiara walked up to the service desk, turned in her medical forms, and went with the nurse into the one of the check-up rooms. She felt the tiny kicks against her stomach and smiled a little bit, but it quickly faded… she closed her eyes and began to pray.

The nurse opened the room and let Kiara take a seat next to the computer monitor. It showed various ultrasounds taken at eighteen, twenty, and twenty-four weeks, all with the same baby inside. Kiara’s.

The nurse left, and Kiara was alone in her chair in the checkup room. Its walls were white– pasty and cream-colored. The air smelled of disinfectant. Of sterility. She was surrounded by it, with no way to leave.

Her heart began to race. Her palms clammed up as they gripped the armrest of the chair tighter and tighter. The baby was inside her. Hers. But was it really–

“Ah, Ms. Simmon,” Doctor Clammington said as he entered the room. “I’m glad to see you here again. How have you been doing?” He shut the door behind him and walked up to her.

“I…. I’m good.”

“That’s good,” he said, scribbling something down on his clipboard. “Now, shall we get down to business?”

“Yes, please.” Kiara said. She took a deep breath, and then exhaled. “Doctor Clammington…”

“Call me Stu,” he said. “I want to be more, ah, ‘informal’ with you, if you wouldn’t mind that.”

“No, I don’t. It’s alright.” Kiara stood up. “But maybe, I just–”

He put a finger over her mouth to shush her, and then began to take off his lab coat. “Kiara… Don’t be afraid.” He unbuttoned her pants and let them slide down her legs, revealing her pregnant belly.

“Oh, Stu… What if Ralph finds out?”

“He’ll never know,” he said.

She didn’t know if it was the truth, but she didn’t care. Her mind was racing. She–


“No. Stop. Fuck this,” Kenny yelled, throwing my manuscript against a nearby wall. “Thedude3445, you are one of the worst people of all time.”


“We’re not posting pregnant doctor erotica on Home Clipart Animal Deer. You’re a fucking lunatic.”

“But it wasn’t erotica… The first twist was that her baby was fine and it looked like she was going to fuck the doctor. But the second twist was that she wasn’t actually going to fuck the doctor and the baby wasn’t fine after all. It’s the double-twist.”

“Go find somewhere else to post your nonsense.”

“I’ll post it right up your ass,” I said. “And then I’ll slap your fucking dick off.”

“Yeah, I bet you will.”

And that’s how Kenny’s first child was conceived.

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