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"Hey, pass me another melon, please."

"As you wish, mil-" Bernice paused. True, since starting this job a few months back, she had seen some things. Weird things. Impressive things. But the situation here really took the cake, so to speak.

Her boss, Selithia, was surely going to explode.

The girl had never seen a belly so huge. Her mistress had never gorged to such a degree before, and despite being seven months pregnant herself, Bernice's own bump practically looked flat as a washboard comparitavely.

The huge, groaning, reddening orb of taught flesh was threatening to reach the ground.

"What's wrong?" asked the green haired woman. She idly thumbed at her bikini bottoms while she slowly shuffled around on her stool in order to see what was stopping her young maid.

Bernice slowly drew back her serving tray. "Mistress, I think you might have had too much already."

Selithia cracked a smile, which was almost reasurring were it not for her following chuckle causing her throbbing stomach to jolt into yet another cacophony of groaning and straining noises. But even still the woman barely looked aware of it. "What, this?" She rubbed her massive girth in emphasis, cooing as she did so. "Oooh, I'm fine. Seriously. Now hand it over."

The red haired girl shook her head. "I don't know...you look like you're fit to burst, milady."

Selithia sighed, and reached out to rest her hand on the girl's hip. "You worry too much."

More groaning, and for an instant the girl could've sworn her mistress' stomach turned a slightly deeper shade of red. "Mistress..."

"Oh, alright." She dropped her fork, and continued her slow, noisy shuffle. "But instead, why don't you lift up that top and let me have a drink to wash down all that lovely fruit?"

"Mistress?" Bernice flushed at the thought.

"Either way I'm getting melons out of this. And yours look so full and ripe! I bet they could use some relief."

Bernice took a deep breath. A combination of fear, lust, butterflies-in-her-stomach and the very much non-metaphorical squirming baby in there as well, and curiosity overtook her. "I...yes, milady."

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"Hey, pass me another melon, please."

"As you wish, mil-" Bernice paused. True, since starting this job a few months back, she had seen some things. Weird things. Impressive things. But the situation here really took the cake, so to speak.

Her boss, Selithia, was surely going to explode.

The girl had never seen a belly so huge. Her mistress had never gorged to such a degree before, and despite being seven months pregnant herself, Bernice's own bump practically looked flat as a washboard comparitavely.

The huge, groaning, reddening orb of taught flesh was threatening to reach the ground.

"What's wrong?" asked the green haired woman. She idly thumbed at her bikini bottoms while she slowly shuffled around on her stool in order to see what was stopping her young maid.

Bernice slowly drew back her serving tray. "Mistress, I think you might have had too much already."

Selithia cracked a smile, which was almost reasurring were it not for her following chuckle causing her throbbing stomach to jolt into yet another cacophony of groaning and straining noises. But even still the woman barely looked aware of it. "What, this?" She rubbed her massive girth in emphasis, cooing as she did so. "Oooh, I'm fine. Seriously. Now hand it over."

The red haired girl shook her head. "I don't know...you look like you're fit to burst, milady."

Selithia sighed, and reached out to rest her hand on the girl's hip. "You worry too much."

More groaning, and for an instant the girl could've sworn her mistress' stomach turned a slightly deeper shade of red. "Mistress..."

"Oh, alright." She dropped her fork, and continued her slow, noisy shuffle. "But instead, why don't you lift up that top and let me have a drink to wash down all that lovely fruit?"

"Mistress?" Bernice flushed at the thought.

"Either way I'm getting melons out of this. And yours look so full and ripe! I bet they could use some relief."

Bernice took a deep breath. A combination of fear, lust, butterflies-in-her-stomach and the very much non-metaphorical squirming baby in there as well, and curiosity overtook her. "I...yes, milady."