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The day she turned 18, Lula was diagnosed with a strange disease. At first, she thought she was just putting on weight. Everyone always talks about the freshman 15 (that being the 15 pounds students typically gain their freshman year of college), and Lula figured she was just experiencing it the same as everyone else. This, however, was not the case. Lula’s belly continued to grow, making her look more and more pregnant with each passing week. It got to the point where people started to ask her if she actually was. 

Luckily, she had met a guy who was into that sort of physique, and they had sex that very night. The moment they were done, her belly began to return to its normal size. As it so happened, sex was the only way to keep her belly in check. An odd condition to have for sure, but it was manageable. All through college, she was known to be pretty free with her body, usually hooking up with different guys every week.

After college, things took a turn though. Lula had been studying to be an arctic researcher. She found the things that could be learned from archaeological ice data to be extremely interesting, and she was looking forward to having a career in the field. Not long after graduating, she was offered a job in the farthest reaches of the Arctic. Lula was so excited that she accepted the job offer without hesitation and packed her things to go to her new job.

Lula caught the first flight she could to a northern airport and then took a smaller plane to where she would be doing her research. When she landed, she was greeted by a man named Norman, who was happy to chat with her about the job. They both climbed into his truck and began heading towards the research base. After an hour of driving, they had arrived at the base. The first thing she noticed was how small the building was; surely there were no more than a handful of people working there. Norman helped Lula unpack her things from the car and then he got back in.

“Wait, where are you going?!” asked Lula, surprised.

“Didn’t you read the job description? This is a solo operation. We will be in contact via radio,” replied Norman.

“Oh… I guess I missed that part.”

Norman drove off, leaving Lula to her own devices. This was going to get very interesting very quickly, she thought to herself. The first week had been fine, and she took to her duties pretty well. Week two went fine as well, although it was getting harder to fit into her clothing. By week three, she had to leave all of her pants unbuttoned to get them on. By week four, nothing fit at all. As she sat on the small sofa in the base, it was becoming rapidly clear that this would be unsustainable. She was going to need some dick one way or another. Lula radio’d Norman.

“Hey… this is kind of an odd request,” Lula started. “But it’s kind of lonely out here. Do you think you might want to come by for a little fun?”

“As intriguing as that sounds,” replied Norman. “That’s going to be a negative. Winter storms are at an increased frequency this time of year, and venturing out towards your outpost is far too risky. If you’re still interested in four or five months though, let me know.”

Four or five months!?! Lula turned off the receiver and placed her head in her hands. She had never gone so long without sex. How big would she get? Was there a limit, or would she be practically immobile by the time anyone could make it out to her? Not to mention, would anybody even want to fuck the most pregnant-looking woman alive? This was shaping up to be a real disaster, but regardless, Lula still had a job to do. She got up off the couch and waddled over to some lab equipment to check the readings. What had she gotten herself into?