Jack was exhausted, embarassed, and very frightened. Nora seemed satisfied once he had taken Jack several more times than the pregnant girl thought medically prudent. Obviously, Nora hadn't cared about Jack's opinion. Currently, he was laying beside her, lightly dozing. Jack could tell her bedmate was half-awake, because his breathing changed whenever she moved, no matter how warily. Jack didn't know what Nora was worried about. She couldn't escape Nora any more than she could escape the baby growing inside her. Maybe it amused Nora, seeing her like this? Jack had enjoyed Nora's body many times during their brief fling. The male Nora finally got to enjoy her body too, quite literally.
Eyeing the way the light slanted in through the window, Jack tried to gauge the time of morning. Her pussy was sore. Her back and feet hurt. She had terrible heartburn, tender gums, and the only reason she wasn't constipated was because Nora had not hesitated to fuck her in the ass after taking the other two holes. Nora wanted her body back? Fine, as far as Jack was concerned they could trade back immediately. One minute more in Nora's body was one minute too long. Of course, she knew it wouldn't be as simple as all that. It never was. Nora had already indicated he was curious to see how Jack held up under hard labor and sundry other comments to a similar effect; breastfeeding, diaper changing, etc.
Was Nora going to put on some kind of farce? Nora had always enjoyed games, role-playing in and out of bed, so it wasn't much of a stretch imagining the former woman enjoyed this trading of gender roles. Would he force her to be his little wife? Was she supposed to fix Nora a meal when he woke up? Jack's stomach did a little flip-flop at the very idea of food. Between the heartburn and the gas pain she was currently experiencing food was a positively vomit-inducing idea. Forcing down her rising gorge, the man-turned-mother-to-be gave out an unhappy little sigh.
It could have been worse, she consoled herself. Nora had made thorough, uncompromising use of her, but he hadn't beaten her. Nothing of Jack's was broken except her will. Nothing was even bruised except for her pride. It had even been pleasurable in a way, though Jack was far too ashamed to actually admit it, especially to herself.
As her pregnancy had progressed Jack definitely experienced an increase in, well, horniness. She had known from her days as a man, cavorting with the expectant mothers of her many children, that this was not entirely unheard of, perhaps even to be somewhat expected. Expected, yes, but to a former father trapped in a very fecund, very female body it was not unlike having an irritating itch whilst immobilized by a body cast, a maddening annoyance on top of an already embarassing situation. Nora had forcibly scratched that itch, thinking to punish Jack, and instead unwittingly relieved her mounting sexual tension. Of course, for the sake of her own sanity, and what remained of her male pride, Jack chose to think she didn't enjoy it at all, that Nora had forced her to submit every time, yet another indignity heaped on her by her enemies.
Yes, the first time was rape, as was the second, but the fourth and the fifth? The answer was less certain. Somewhere during that endless night, Jack was forced to admit it to herself, Nora was a skilled lover, even as a man. Jack had idly wondered if her former pupil's proficiency was innate or if he had been practicing, even as he pumped in and out of her, his hands roaming her body. Now, in the harsh light of day, such thoughts were buried away. Abandon was replaced by apathy, disorientation with discomfort.
She was sleeping in the wet spot left behind by Nora's last sexual assault. Even so, Jack thought, it shouldn't be this wet. She wriggled uncomfortably and Nora grumbled. The tall man shifted his arm lower, one big hand cupping Jack's belly instead of her breast. He must have felt the wetness too, because a second later Nora came fully awake, quickly drawing back his hand.
"What the hell?!" Nora exclaimed, looking at the not quite identifiable fluids on his fingers, "Did you piss the bed?"
"What? No!" Jack began in outrage, before pausing and considering, "At least I don't think I did. I never have before."
"Well, it's not blood," Nora grumbled, trying to flick it off his hand.
Sweeping her hand across the soaked mattress, Jack swallowed hard. This is a lot of fluid. Oh shit. Once before something like this had happened to Jack, but she had been a he in those days and the only pregnant woman in bed had been his wife. Cranking around to face Nora, one hand supporting her swollen belly and fear written in bold strokes across her pretty face, Jack looked into the gray eyes that were once hers, "I think my water must have broken!"
Nnnnngh! Almost as if to confirm her fears, a sharp stab of pain lanced through Jack's belly, worse than any gas pain, worse than indigestion. It was this slow, monstrous clenching, as if a giant hand broefly tried to crush her in its hand. Jack shut her eyes as if that could make the pain go away. When she opened them again, the pain had passed and Nora was watching her. His confused expression shifted by turns from sympathy to scorn to satisfaction. Jack hated having to admit it to the one who had gotten her into this mess, but she loudly blurted out words that she had never in a million years imagined would pass hger lips, "I'm going into labor!"
