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Despite your enlarged stomach and 'delicate cargo', you've still had to keep up with your chores under your mistress's orders. Working with a tightly stuffed womb, eggs shifting occasionally as you move, has made it hard for you to keep any sense of grace or decency. This is made worse whenever you have to do your work in front of your mistress - you suspect she might enjoy watching you struggle about your tasks.

One day, however, you're called back into your mistress's quarters. You enter to find her holding a clipboard, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. She looks over you with her characteristic neutral expression - you have never been able to tell what she is thinking.

"Alright, now for some measurements."

She stands up, holding her clipboard.

"Remove your uniform."

You're taken aback at first, but before she has to ask again you start taking off your uniform. You're left in your panties and bra, both of which are digging into you a tiny bit. Your mistress starts to look your body over before jotting down something on her clipboard, and you feel blood rushing to your cheeks.

She takes a measuring tape and wraps it around your stomach, measuring you at your stomach's largest point. You feel the eggs press up against the walls of your womb as she holds the tape against your skin, and it takes all your effort to suppress a yelp.

She writes something down in her clipboard, giving you a moment of relief, before you feel the tape wrapped around your right thigh. The tape pressed into your skin, and you see her take down another note.

"It appears your body is undergoing changes to accommodate your pregnancy, such as redistributing fat..."

You feel yourself blushing and looking away from your mistress. With how curt and professional her statements always are, this is the closest she'll ever get to outright saying that your thighs are getting plump and juicy from being pregnant - or, 'eggnant'...

It occurs to you that you have absolutely no idea what these eggs are for, let alone what they are. To help take your mind off of the lewd thoughts racing through your mind from her measurements, you ask her what these eggs are.

"That's nothing for you to worry about," she responds, not looking up from her measurements. "Your only responsibilities are to keep the eggs safe and to let your body incubate the eggs."

You go to object, but a yelp leaves your lips as you feel a hand exploring your ass. Your mistress squishes and plays with your cheeks, as if to learn about them, gauge their properties and resistances, to examine them and assess their quality...

When you snap out of your train of thought, you're surprised to find that your panties are now around your ankles. Before you can do anything, you yelp as you feel fingers running along your vagina, your legs buckling slightly from the sudden pleasure...

"Careful," you hear, but you're so embarrassed by your reaction you can barely think about anything else. This is made worse when you feel your mistress rubbing your clit, and you let out a loud moan before you can stop yourself. You look down to see your mistress looking up into your face, and you look away as your face reddens...

"You seem to be having the appropriate responses to stimulation," she says curtly. Your face turns redder still, unsure of whether or not that was her teasing you for being so turned on. You're pulled out of your stupor by the feeling of your breasts no longer being constricted by your bra, which has now fallen to the ground. You stare down nervously at your mistress, who just looks at your breasts with mild interest.

"Your breasts appear to have grown in response to hormonal changes from your incubation..."

You have barely any time to be flustered by this comment before you feel a hand on your left breast. You moan loudly, but your mistress doesn't pah any attention - which somehow makes it more embarrassing. She once again plays with your breast, but not for pleasure - she lifts it, turning it in her hand, squeezing it, examining it thoroughly before doing the same with your right breast.

It takes all your effort to hold in your moans - ao much so that you stop looking down at what your mistress is doing. So it comes as a huge surprise when you feel your nipple being squeezed between her thumb and forefinger, and you're unable to hold in your moans...

"Your dairy production is ahead of schedule."

You freeze. You were so lost in pleasure you didn't notice that a small spurt of milk had left your nipple. You look down in horror to see it on your mistress's fingers, and desperately rack your brain for a response as she brings her fingers to her mouth-

She tasted it.

You stand there, frozen in shock. Your face is as red as a beetroot while you watch your mistress's expression, which never changes from an indecipherable neutral form.

"Your milk contains all the appropriate vitamins, and even has a good taste."

You are left completely speechless. Arousing thoughts rush to your head, leaving you a stammering mess. She's never so much as complimented you before - she complemented your milk before she complemented you directly.

Suddenly, she gets up.

"I'm happy with your process. Keep up your intake of nutrients and ensure the eggs stay safe at all times. You can leave now."

Various thoughts flood your mind as you turn for the door. Horny, shocked, surprised... You're so taken aback that you don't even realise you're leaving her room completely naked, breasts and belly out for all the other maids to see. Her parting words to you don't seem to want to leave your mind-

"There might be a career in dairy production for you after this..."

(Having a lot of fun writing these, expect more in the future!!! 😘)