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Umberth College - Page 97 - "...you are excused for the day. I think I need to go lie down." - By Nightmare49 - Overview
Chapter 26: Back To Her Quarters
Original Author blade777

Mrs. Mott-Fodsel had needed a break. She hadn’t expected this many students inside her this early in the year, and her husband hadn’t helped any by insisting that he take his little bevy of unbirthees on his ‘field trip’. Once in-the-moment, she hadn’t controlled her urges, a thing she was a little embarrassed about- what had possessed her to take in two additional students? And though she certainly could have taken things further, she had wisely restrained herself and had bade the class farewell. After she had taken a few minutes to compose herself, she began the slow, methodical journey from her classroom to the elevator, then down to the secret passageways that criss-crossed beneath the campus, and finally to her small apartment just outside the campus proper.

She thought it funny that most students didn’t even know about the Staff Housing, let alone the extensive tunnel system that connected all the buildings in the area together. The whole complex had been built by the Army, after all, and originally used as a staging area for housing and treatment of the infected. When Umberth College had been proposed, the Army had simply used the same buildings and expanded on them. This much, she would eventually teach- sans the secret tunnels. Anne had heard that Disneyworld was built like this, too- beneath the streets above were a web of secret streets, complete with restaurants, coffee shops, and parking lots for the staff to use, without having to bump into the public masses above.

Emerging from the concrete bunker-like structure that marked one end of the tunnels, she took the short stroll down what used to be George Street to the home she grew up in. This was almost all that remained of the little town of Lodge, New Hampshire- a broken cement street and a dozen or so houses crowded around it. Few other streets remained to tell the tale of Lodge, and fewer houses- most had been burned or bulldozed, and now only a few foundations remained. The forest had long ago claimed what used to be thriving neighborhoods, though their skeletons could still be seen if one looked hard enough.

Anne rubbed her belly sweetly. She and Matt didn’t have any children of their own, partially because of their work, but mostly because Matt was so sensitive to BUNHS- he usually spent more nights sleeping in his wife rather than with her. Simply put, having a baby would have been too risky for him. She sighed at the thought- she’d often imagined herself pregnant, and how could she not, considering her day-to-day life? It would be so easy to just... wait these little buggers out, until they succumbed to the youthening sickness... and start over as a single mom.

”Of what, septuplets?” she said aloud as she waddled past the little stone fence that marked the edge of her home and then up the almost painfully tall steps of her front porch. The thought caused her to laugh, and she snorted despite her upbringing, causing her to immediately cover her mouth and blush a deep crimson, looking this way and that to see if any one had heard her. “Excuse me!” She exclaimed.

She turned her attention back to her belly even as she was fumbling for her keys. She found that if she turned her whole body sideways, she could use her left hand to almost get the key in on the first try. Inside, the league of ladies (and hunky hubby) seemed restless, rolling about this way and that. Soon, the lot of them would be awake, now that the initial sedative nature of unbirthing was wearing off. Then one of the lumps moved rather sharply, extending Anne’s bellybutton out and down, nearly touching the ground. She groaned at the motion, nearly dropping her keys in the process. What a problem that would have been!

Eventually, she found herself leaning against the screen door for support, trying desperately to get her other hand over her oversized belly to guide the key in. Now she remembered why she needed Matt- when she was full, the little things like tying shoes, opening doors, and getting dressed were so much more difficult!

Still, she hoped to have a lot of fun being pregnant- no matter how long, or how short, that would end up being. Finally she managed to get the door open, and stumbled over herself trying to get through the doorway. Even as she gained her footing, she kicked off one of her heels, a marvelous and graceful feat to behold if anyone had been there to watch. She then stretched each ankle in a full circle, causing the left one to pop a little, then tossed her purse onto the table. It promptly rolled once, still closed, and fell off the far end to the corner of the room below.

”Perfect,” she stated sarcastically, finishing, “I’ll never get that picked up like this.” As she said the last, she made a motion to her awesome abdomen stretched before her, and accidentally rubbed against her left nipple. The response was a sore throbbing, as the milk contained therein was certainly under pressure.

She hefted up and shook her large, full boobs in a most undignified manner. "I really should have let a student nurse me,” she said remorsefully, before plopping them back onto her belly with a loud slap. Then she rubbed her belly where her breasts had just struck, and let out a monstrous yawn. Wow, the trip had taken a lot of energy out of her!

Then she chuckled. “I just don’t have the energy I had forty years ago. I guess you really do slow down after 60!” That said, she plopped herself down on the couch, taking the time to put her feet up. It wasn’t long after that she fell asleep, humming little snippets of a lullaby.
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