Amniotic fluid banquet for pregnant women

(I)
Beside the toilet door of a small tavern, there is another door marked "Staff Only," a
secret passage accessible only to regulars and those with connections. Pushing open the door leads to a staircase to the basement, a highly
confidential paradise known only to a select few who have paid exorbitant sums for information. Here resides a uniquely
peculiar pleasure club called the "Amniotic Fluid Feast."
As the name suggests, this club serves VIPs with the amniotic fluid of impending childbirth. Private booths along the walls offer intimate spaces for guests
to enjoy themselves, while a steel pipe stage in the center serves as
a place for pregnant women to exercise and control their contractions before their water breaks, and also as
entertainment
Qiaoling, wearing a trench coat and completely naked underneath, is carrying a 37-week pregnant belly carrying twins, enduring waves of
contractions. Supported by another pregnant woman, Meixing, she moves slowly and laboriously towards tonight's service room: Delivery
Room A. Meixing, 39 weeks pregnant with a single fetus, has her two large bellies bumping against each other frequently. Qiaoling, who had been experiencing contractions for some time
, needed to rest after every five steps. She leaned on Meixing's shoulder, panting and
rubbing her belly. Meixing, not yet in labor, stood firmly, offering Qiaoling support and occasionally reaching out to soothe her own nearly full-term belly.
Meixing comforted Qiaoling: "Don't worry, first labor is more uncomfortable, you'll get used to it."
Just then, both bellies, close together, felt fetal movement simultaneously; both pregnant women felt
their babies kick each other. Meixing could bear it, but Qiaoling couldn't withstand the contractions.
She couldn't help but groan. Meixing stroked her own belly with one hand and rubbed Qiaoling's large belly with the other, saying, "Hold on,
we're almost at the private room."
"Gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Today is Qiaoling's first time working, and the amniotic fluid is the freshest! Please
treat Qiaoling gently," Meixing called out as she opened the door and entered the private room. Three
hungry gathered around the delivery table, their belts loosened, waiting. One of them glanced away from Qiaoling's belly and
set his sights on Meixing. Reaching out to stroke Meixing's belly, she asked when she could enjoy Meixing's amniotic fluid. "Oh, don't rush
, wait a few more days~ Besides, today's first amniotic fluid is the most delicious, you all enjoy Qiaoling first."
Qiaoling managed a weak smile between contractions: "Ah...oh, distinguished guests, could you do me a
favor and help me onto the delivery table...thank you for your patience." Two guests immediately helped Qiaoling onto the delivery table, one on each side,
while a third still lingered, stroking Meixing's pregnant belly. As Qiaoling was being placed on the delivery table, her coat was removed,
revealing her round, sagging twin bellies and her engorged breasts. Before Qiaoling was on the delivery table, Meixing reached into
her private parts to check: "You're dilated to eight centimeters, it's about time." "Ah...oh...it hurts
...ah..." When Meixing's fingers probed Qiaoling's genitals, her right nipple was pinched hard,
the pleasure from the nipple causing her belly to harden again. A quick glance revealed it was Meixing who had done it. "Quite a lot of milk,
Qiaoling," Meixing said playfully, sucking on the milk stains on her fingers. As she turned away, her pregnant belly brushed aside the male
guest 's hand, and she winked. "I'll wait for you to come again next time."
As she left the private room, Meixing felt her stomach tighten slightly. She soothed her stomach while pondering:
"Oh no, I've been bumping into her too many times, and I'm almost in the zone..." From the receding private room behind her,
came Qiaoling's beautiful voice, a mixture of pain and pleasure: "My stomach hurts so much... Don't suck so hard... Be
gentler on the right... Ah!!"
Inside the private room, a scene of paradise was unfolding.
Qiaoling's contractions were becoming more frequent, and she was writhing and moaning. Two guests were playing with her
nipples , sucking, pinching, rotating, and rubbing them, using the stimulation of her nipples to intensify Qiaoling's contractions. The guest who paid the most money
buried his head between Qiaoling's legs. He had paid double today, just to wait and taste the top-quality first-pressed
amniotic fluid : the moment of first labor, the moment the amniotic sac ruptured
. As Qiaoling's moans gradually turned into painful cries, the two guests who were playing with her nipples gradually
lost patience. Their fingers and mouths were no longer gentle, but impatiently increased the pressure on Qiaoling's sensitive, labor-ready nipples.
The right nipple was bitten with teeth marks, and the spurting milk went directly into the guest's mouth.
Even this lavish appetizer was quickly becoming insufficient to satisfy the guest's waiting. The left nipple fared no better; the pain
from overwhelmed the pleasure. Milk couldn't stay between the fingers and gushed down, flowing past the lower edge of the breast,
winding along the curves of her belly to Qiaoling's waist, gathering at her lower back and dripping onto the floor.
Guest 1's patience was exhausted first. He roughly shoved his fingers directly into Qiaoling's private parts, his fingers
stirring back and forth, exploring the cervix. Accompanied by Qiaoling's painful screams, "Ah...it's coming, it's coming, I can't take it anymore, ahhhhh
!" With a dull thud, Qiaoling's water broke. A large amount of amniotic fluid from her first delivery spurted onto
Guest 1's face, filling the air with a slightly fishy smell, but tasting incredibly sweet in Guest 1's mouth.
The amniotic sac ruptured violently, and even with Guest 1's hand still inside Qiaoling's genitals, a powerful spray gushed out. Guests
2 and 3 stopped playing with her nipples, gazing expectantly at the beautiful sight beneath her large belly. "No... take your hand
out ... ahhhhh!" Qiaoling managed to squeeze out a plea amidst the pain. Guest 1 felt
his fingers, still inside her genitals, soaked in a large amount of amniotic fluid, feeling like a dam about to burst. Reluctantly, he played with her for
another half minute before withdrawing his fingers
. The moment his fingers were pulled out, even more amniotic fluid gushed out, Qiaoling's vulva opening and closing, flowing with amniotic fluid
like a tap half-turned.
Guest 1, his face sprayed with the first burst of amniotic fluid, and seeing the large amount gushing out, licked it a few times with satisfaction
before stepping aside to let the other two waiting guests. Guest 2 hesitated before bringing his mouth over to lick, seeing
the saliva left by Guest 1 while licking her genitals, feeling a little unwilling. However, the large amount of amniotic fluid
quickly diluted the saliva in Qiaoling's vulva . Despite her pain, Qiaoling didn't forget her thoughtful service; she reached
out and wiped her vulva with the amniotic fluid, showing that the saliva was clean. Guest 2 then confidently leaned in to lick Qiaoling's
vulva. Without the initial pleasure of being splashed with fresh amniotic fluid, Guest 2 licked even more greedily, sucking and pressing his tongue
against Qiaoling's vagina, as if afraid he hadn't gotten enough.
Under this licking, pleasure gradually returned to Qiaoling, overshadowing the gradually receding contractions. Her cries
turned into moans: "Ah...guest, please don't...ah, don't be so greedy...otherwise there will be extra charges."
"Oh..." Guest 2 then remembered that there were people queuing behind him and withdrew his tongue from Qiaoling's vulva.
The flow of amniotic fluid gradually slowed down, from a large stream to a trickle. Qiaoling was afraid that Guest 3 would
be dissatisfied , so she deliberately endured the pain and contracted her belly, shifting her buttocks to let more amniotic fluid flow out. However,
Guest 3 was preoccupied with Meixing's soon-to-be full-term pregnancy and wasn't very interested in Qiaoling's amniotic fluid.
After Qiaoling wiped her vulva with the small amount of amniotic fluid, casually licking it a couple of times, she
said, "The guests have all directly tasted the delicious amniotic fluid, and then... ouch, it hurts... and then,
enjoy the buffet time of breast milk and amniotic fluid to your heart's content." Qiaoling tried to add more moans to her groans,
attempting to regain the attention of the three guests. The three guests each picked up coffee cups, wine glasses, and other containers, either directly sucking
on the breast milk, or mixing the amniotic fluid with the breast milk to make their own cocktails, or dipping cookies and cakes in it
, enjoying the supreme amniotic fluid feast amidst Qiaoling's cries and groans. As Qiaoling's amniotic fluid gradually dried up, the labor process entered
its final stage. Qiaoling endured the pain, afraid to push, trying to keep the fetus inside her while squeezing out more
amniotic fluid. She tried to twist her hips and adjust the baby's position through her belly, and this pain made her
cry out from time to time. Tears, breast milk, and amniotic fluid mingled in Qiaoling's agonizing pregnancy. The twins, about to be born,
kicked and protested until finally no more amniotic fluid could be seen flowing out, only
a tiny remnant squeezed out when Qiaoling moved her hips. Guests began to directly dip food into Qiaoling's vulva to collect the last bit of amniotic fluid, or
turned their attention directly to the breast milk. "Oh... is that the baby's head?" One guest, while exploring her vulva, unexpectedly
discovered the baby's head pressing against the cervix. Only because Qiaoling was enduring the pain and dared not push, otherwise the baby's head would have already passed through the cervix
. Qiaoling's endurance gradually turned into cries. The guests' mouths, suckling at the breast milk, licked the tear stains on Qiaoling's face, then turned to...
Qiaoling 's mouth. At this moment, the guests and Qiaoling tasted the mixture of amniotic fluid, breast milk, tears, and
saliva nauseous, while the guests, engrossed in masturbating
, listened to the commotion outside. Meixing, who was directing the club's private doctor to enter and check on Qiaoling,
announced with her hardening belly, "Qiaoling's first amniotic fluid feast has come to an end. Please
leave so Qiaoling can rest and continue her labor. The amniotic fluid feast will continue in a few days, so please continue to support us!"
Meixing, with her large belly, soothed her hardening stomach with one hand while leading three guests out of the private room, leaving behind
the screaming and groaning Qiaoling and the professional doctor.
Meixing's 39-week pregnant belly was starting to stir; the baby's movements could be seen even through her clothes. However,
there was still some time before labor began, and Meixing, still smiling, whispered in the ear of Guest 3, who was eyeing her,
"I'll wait for you." Guest 3 satisfiedly pinched Meixing's belly, slipped a business card into her cleavage, and left. Meixing
counted
the money, holding a black male phallus-shaped object in her hand, and walked back to
the private room where Qiaoling was giving birth. Meixing said, "This is your fee for today's service. You can give birth now and take this money with you, or...
there's another way for you to continue earning." Qiaoling was in unbearable pain. The amniotic fluid feast she had just experienced had exhausted her strength,
and the extreme contractions and the baby's head pressing against the dilated cervix almost took away her consciousness. But hearing there was still a way to earn
more , she still asked through tears
, "This..." Meixing picked up the object shaped like a black man's penis. "We call it an amniotic fluid replenishment kit. It's our
secret to long-term success here. Actually, my water broke just a few days ago." Meixing's hardened belly playfully
nudged Qiaoling's huge belly, and the fetuses in both bellies kicked again. "You're only 37 weeks pregnant.
You can still earn more. After the second time, it won't be as painful. We went through this too." Meixing
patted Qiaoling's belly: "Twins have this advantage. They're more likely to be born prematurely, so they can earn
more . I really envy you." Qiaoling no longer had the strength to push. Continuing like this would cause a difficult labor. Qiaoling
had no other choice at the moment, so she nodded and accepted the suggestion of the amniotic fluid replenishment kit.
"I'm coming!" Meixing pinched Qiaoling's nipple. Qiaoling tasted a slight pleasure amidst the waves of pain
and groaned weakly a few times. Breast milk moistened Meixing's fingers, which she inserted into Qiaoling's vagina for thorough lubrication. Then , she inserted the penis into Qiaoling 's " Ah
... Meixing, enduring her own contractions, placed her palm against Qiaoling's vulva to secure the amniotic fluid replacement pack inside Qiaoling's vagina for repair. The doctor, in accordance with Qiaoling 's labor progress, prescribed appropriate medication to stabilize the pregnancy, using the leftover amniotic fluid and breast milk from the guests to prepare the medicine. Qiaoling was in excruciating pain, yet she tasted her own breast milk and amniotic fluid; this humiliation and pain brought tears to her eyes. Watching this scene, Meixing herself wept. While tears streamed down her face, her own vulva became wet. She understood Qiaoling's pain and struggle; she had experienced it herself, yet now the sight aroused her desire . Meixing's inner turmoil was no less than Qiaoling's on the delivery table. Meixing's hand remained on Qiaoling's vulva for 15 minutes, gradually feeling her strength waning, barely managing to soothe her restless belly. At this moment, with the help of the medication, Qiaoling's cervix gradually contracted, and the amniotic sac was repaired, returning both the cervix and amniotic sac to their pre-delivery state. The miniature robot completed the amniotic sac repair and slid out of the cervix along with the excess amniotic fluid, returning to the amniotic fluid replenishment kit for standby. The kit, having closed , was pushed out of the vagina and returned to Meixing's hands. Meixing picked up the wet kit, licked the remaining amniotic fluid, and said, "Mmm... first-time amniotic fluid is definitely the most delicious... This will be your personal replenishment kit from now on; always carry artificial amniotic fluid with you for backup." "By the way, the robot in the kit is a very expensive piece of technology; if you lose it, you'll be responsible for compensation... Wishing you a smooth delivery," Meixing giggled.

She pulled out the amniotic fluid pack and tucked it into Qiaoling's cleavage. Qiaoling was exhausted and, with the help of the doctor and Meixing,
left the delivery table and was pushed back to the bedroom in a wheelchair to rest. Meixing was left to clean the mess in the delivery room. Meixing bent over
, cleaning the table and floor, her stomach contracting intermittently, forcing her to sit and rest while comforting the baby. She thought to herself,
"That girl Qiaoling is to blame. I wonder if she can hold on until next week's amniotic fluid feast… I'll definitely
get my hands on her sometime."
Qiaoling rested in her room for the night and slept straight through until noon the next day. The two babies in her belly had survived
, but her belly, infused with a large amount of artificial amniotic fluid, had grown even larger. When she got up, her stomach
felt hard and painful. Remembering her experience of labor the night before, she broke out in a cold sweat, fearing she was starting labor again. Qiaoling
endured the pain and barely managed to get out of bed, slowly moving out of the room with her thighs clenched together to ask for help. As soon as he stepped out of his room, he encountered
another pregnant woman in the next room—Xuanzi, 43 weeks pregnant with a singleton. The women working at this club lived in centralized accommodations
, precisely to prevent anyone from giving birth before even starting work.
Xuanzi was adjusting her ponytail as she left her room, her arms raised high above her shoulders, highlighting her enormous breasts. This
posture caused her chest and abdomen to naturally protrude forward, rising and falling with her breath. Her massive 43-week pregnant belly and magnificent
breasts jiggled up and down. If Qiaoling hadn't been suffering from excruciating abdominal pain, anyone would have been captivated by this sight.
"Oh my, aren't you the newcomer from last night? You're awake!" "Your moans last night were truly
spectacular ; you almost stole all my audience!" Qiaoling's face was pale, her lips trembling as she endured the pain.
Before she could reply, Xuanzi noticed her condition. "My stomach is hardening, and I'm experiencing waves of pain. I'm afraid I'm going into labor."
Qiaoling could only nod, unable to speak.
"Don't worry~ You officially entered labor last night. Although the baby is still in the uterus,
contractions will still occur frequently until the baby is born, but most of them are Braxton Hicks contractions." Xuanzi,
having patted Qiaoling's belly as she spoke, and also patted her own belly to reassure Qiaoling. "Hmm... Ah,
that's the feeling..." Xuanzi was speaking when her brows furrowed and she let out a muffled groan. Qiaoling noticed that Xuanzi's
large belly, though covered by loose clothing, still showed obvious contractions. It turned out that Xuanzi had also experienced a contraction.
"Phew... That's how it is. Our line of work involves enduring these contractions from time to time.
Anyway, with more experience, you'll know the signs that the baby is about to come out, and you'll get used to those contractions." Xuanzi
breathed a sigh of relief and patted her own belly again, as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, Qiaoling also felt the contractions lessen and the pain gradually subsided. Xuanzi immediately
understood , and they smiled with relief. Xuanzi observed for a few seconds, then her expression suddenly turned serious: "Where's your amniotic fluid supplement?
It's very dangerous not to carry this with you. We don't allow you to go out empty-handed like this
. Who will be responsible if you accidentally give birth?" Xuanzi took out her amniotic fluid supplement from her bag and
shook it twice near her ear to check the amount of amniotic fluid inside. "I'm... I'm sorry, I was in a hurry..." Qiaoling felt guilty about
the sudden reprimand and went back to her room to get it while pregnant. Xuanzi looked at Qiaoling's amniotic fluid supplement and smiled
happily , "Oh my... you're so lucky! Yours is the size of a black man's... look,
it's a whole head longer than mine, you lucky girl!" "But it's all dried up. You supplemented
your amniotic fluid , but didn't have time to fill the supplement pack. Come, let me take you to fill the supplement pack with amniotic fluid, and I'll also tell you about the rules here."
Xuanzi was born to take care of her juniors, and Qiaoling's ability to foresee Xuanzi the next day was a testament to her good fortune.
"My name is Xuanzi, you can also call me Sister Xuan, I don't mind." "Most of the girls in this club
use pregnancy-stabilizing drugs to endure their labor, just to earn more money for baby formula. But there's a limit. Like me,
Sister Xuan, I'm already 43 weeks pregnant, almost at the limit. After 44 weeks, the fetus will grow too big, and there will definitely be
a difficult delivery, requiring a C-section. So no matter how much you want to earn, you have to earn enough before 44 weeks, don't gamble with your life."
"Next week is my 44th week postpartum celebration. I'll definitely be giving birth in front of everyone. I only
have this last week left to earn money, and this is also the only week I can take care of you. You'd better learn from me." Qiaoling
nodded gratefully, surprised that Sister Xuan was taking such good care of her. "Sister Xuan... you said you heard my voice last night
, but I don't seem to remember you..." "You were in pain last night, so it's normal that you didn't notice me.
I was doing a pole dance when you went into the delivery room last night." "Your moan was so wonderful, both seductive and
wanton. Half of my audience was attracted by you." Qiaoling's face turned completely red when she heard this. "I'm...
sorry."
"Qiaoling, you're carrying twins, so the fetuses are less stable. You're
the one at the highest risk of being born at any time. In addition to the amniotic fluid supplement kit, you must bring one or two extra bottles of artificial amniotic fluid as backup." Just
as , Qiaoling was hit by another contraction. She was terrified by Xuanzi's warning and broke out in a cold sweat, so she brought two extra bottles of artificial
amniotic fluid. After the two finished replenishing their amniotic fluid, on their way back, they encountered a familiar pregnant woman. It was Mei Xing. She
had almost ruptured her water while cleaning the private room last night due to contractions, and she was also there to replenish her amniotic fluid. "Sister Xuan, how was your
pole ? Did this girl steal your thunder, huh?" Mei Xing
mocked Xuan Zi as soon as she saw her. Qiao Ling, who was standing nearby, could tell that the two were not on good terms. "Oh dear, why are you arguing with a newcomer? You
still have five weeks to go and earn money. Everyone should just focus on earning enough for baby formula. Stop arguing over there..." "Mei Xing...
thank you so much for taking care of me last night." Qiao Ling sensed that the two were about to clash and wisely stepped in to defuse the awkward
situation. Xuanzi secretly admired the newcomer's courage, while Meixing felt a different story: (This little
girl almost caused my water to break on her first day. Taking care of her last night was a complete waste, and she still dares to play the good guy.)
Three heavily pregnant women stood in three directions, their equally large bellies
rising and falling . Each of them, with different thoughts on their minds, had their expressions interrupted by contractions. In those awkward few seconds
, each of them had a contraction. Qiaoling reacted quickly and said, "Ah... I forgot something important
in the room... Sister Xuan, Meixing, I'm sorry, I'll go back to the room right away..." So Xuanzi quickly took Qiaoling back to the room
, leaving Meixing alone to think: "Last night, this girl's antics brought my labor forward a bit. I have to have
a water feast tonight... Damn it, the interval is too short, my body hasn't recovered yet... Right,
tonight. You made me unprepared, tonight is my chance to get back at you." Meixing smiled, looking at Xuanzi and Qiaoling.
Seeing the slender back of Ling, a wicked plan welled up in her mind; she would make a scene tonight. Meixing
experienced another contraction, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, creating a bizarre
image of her hand on her belly and a furrowed brow with a smile. "Xuanzi, you only have today to protect that girl. Let's see who goes home crying tomorrow."
On the way back to her room, Qiaoling asked Xuanzi about Meixing. "You'd better be careful with Meixing.
She's very skilled at flattery, easily winning over customers and superiors. This is her third pregnancy; she
climbed to a position close to the madam with her first pregnancy alone, and the staff all treat her with awe." "Last night,
when she was cleaning the private room, she let out painful groans. Her labor might start early, and I'm afraid she'll hold a grudge against you. Be
careful in your actions here." "Luckily, my room is right next to yours; I can
call her anytime if I need anything." Qiaoling listened to Xuanzi's analysis of Meixing, remembering the several clashes she'd had with her last night; she
feared she wouldn't escape Meixing's wrath. Thinking about it, she started to cry. "Qiaoling, don't worry, I'll
take good care of you no matter what. Besides, no matter how she tries, she can't possibly harm you and your baby. Just grit your teeth and bear
it, consider it a life experience." Qiaoling, with tears in her eyes, thought about the baby in her belly,
hoping she could safely earn enough money for the next seven weeks of formula...
Meixing was comforting her belly in the room. It had only been three days since her last amniotic fluid banquet, and now she was
unexpectedly another one. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became
. Amniotic fluid banquets are extremely physically demanding for pregnant women, and unless there's an accident, they're usually held only once a week. Holding another amniotic fluid banquet after
only three days would be too much even for an experienced woman like Meixing. So she
remembered the VIP who had given her his business card last night. She would use this guest to "teach" Qiaoling a lesson...
"Chairman Wang, this is Meixing from last night~ Tonight is my amniotic fluid banquet, you have to bring as many good friends as possible
to support me~ There will be special services for you tonight~" Before she could finish the call, the contractions started.
Meixing felt a pressing need; her preparations weren't finished yet… She deliberately
groaned a few times while on the phone, partly to relieve her own pain and stress, but also because it completely broke down Mr. Wang's defenses on the other end of the line, who had promised
to overcome all obstacles to attend tonight's special banquet. Meixing's right breast felt particularly heavy today, and the engorgement
was happening quickly. She had no choice but to express some milk to avoid putting too much strain on her body. She was wearing
a simple t-shirt; almost none of the girls working there wore bras, as they had to
meet the guests' needs at any time during performances. Just as she was about to pull out her breast, a new idea suddenly struck her for tonight's plan… Meixing
laughed triumphantly , laughing so hard she forgot she was undressing. The half-lifted t-shirt pressed against her engorged
right breast, leaving a large milk stain on her clothes. It wasn't until another, more frequent contractions interrupted her thoughts that Meixing
snapped back to reality.
Seeing the milk stain on her clothes, she was filled with shock and anger. She wanted to change into clean clothes. But then it suddenly occurred to her
that this milk stain could also be included in the amniotic fluid banquet plan. Mei Xing was simply a genius at doing evil, and she herself knew that's how
others saw her. Tonight, she would treat it as a shocking lesson to that little girl, letting her know who was
in charge here.
On the other side, Qiao Ling and Xuan Zi discussed the work here. "We hold an amniotic fluid banquet once a week, so
what kind of work is involved in between?" As they chatted, Qiao Ling carefully disinfected and maintained her huge amniotic fluid
replenishment bag, since it was always going to be inserted into her vagina, and she had to take good care of this important thing.
"Everyone's amniotic fluid celebration date is different, it depends on when your water breaks for the first time. Yours
is in seven days for your 38th week amniotic fluid celebration, while mine is the day after tomorrow for my 43rd week," Xuanzi
explained , soothing her restless belly. "The day after tomorrow is the amniotic fluid celebration, and the following week is my delivery celebration. I
'm nervous too, Xuanzi!" "We can still earn money between the amniotic fluid celebrations. Like last night, I did pole
dancing. Although the income was less, it was still a small supplement. Also, the company only arranges our evening work, and the daytime
hours are flexible. If someone secretly contacts you, you can also go out for escorts. This extra income
is quite good!" "I'll introduce my regular clients to you another day. Anyway, I'm about to give birth, and you still have many
days to earn money."
Qiaoling hesitated about the escort service, but she couldn't refuse Xuanzi's kind offer.
Xuanzi, knowing this, didn't say much more and changed the subject: "Hehe... Qiaomei, do you know
what else our amniotic fluid replenishment kits can be used for?"
Qiaoling was stunned for a moment, her heart pounding with an intuitive answer, but she was afraid of being embarrassed to say it out loud...
"Hehe, Qiaomei, you're so cute. I know what you're thinking just by looking at your face like that... That's right, these
replenishment kits are really good stuff. They're shaped like a man's huge penis, so we
can use them as 'that kind of thing'." Xuanzi licked her lips, looking at the replenishment kit that Qiaoling had just sterilized, the size of a black man's penis. "Xuan... Sister Xuan,
no... I just sterilized it..." Qiaoling's words were cut off by Xuanzi's finger: "Hehehe
, Qiaomei... I'm so envious of you getting that size black man's penis. Sister Xuan knows you just gave birth last night
, so I won't force you today... But don't waste it, this is a free opportunity ^^" With
that, Qiaoling blushed and ran back to her room. After comforting her two babies and thinking about
Xuanzi's words, Qiaoling found the sheets soaked with sweat. She was so focused on treating the milk stains left by her swollen breasts
that she didn't notice her lower body was already overflowing with vaginal fluid… By the time she realized it, her shorts and top were already soaked in three
large patches . Qiaoling had never felt so ashamed since she was an adult, and she cried.
It was an undeniable fact that pregnant women have particularly strong sexual desires, and Qiaoling could only force herself to accept her increasingly lewd behavior .
Three rooms, three pregnant women, three plans. Night quietly fell, and the pregnant women dressed and
stepped out of their rooms. Qiaoling and Xuanzi met outside, and a dozen pregnant women filed through the hidden door of the bar.
Each pregnant woman wore a trench coat to conceal her large belly, hiding her work clothes underneath. Her hands
were all comforting her pregnant belly. Tonight was Qiaoling's internship day; the day after the amniotic fluid banquet wasn't suitable for
heavy work, so it was mainly for internships. Xuanzi brought Qiaoling along, intending to have her learn pole dancing, when a
bartender came running up breathlessly with a message: "Meixing... Meixing has entered labor early, tonight is her amniotic fluid banquet
... Miss Qiaoling, could you please help bring Meixing in today? She's in pain." Qiaoling and Xuanzi clasped hands tightly.
Unexpectedly, Mei Xing's revenge came so quickly... In a moment of tension, Qiao Ling's contractions started again.
Xuan Zi comforted her, "Don't worry, just remember that there's a professional medical team here. No matter how hard it is, it
'll be alright. Take your supplement pack with you, and don't let your emotions disrupt your schedule." Xuan Zi knew the banquet was about to begin
and she couldn't stay in the corridor for too long, so she gave a few simple instructions and followed the pregnant women into the room. Qiao Ling and the bartender slowly walked towards Mei
Xing's room.
"Ah...it hurts, it hurts so much!" Qiao Ling could hear Mei Xing's cries of pain from ten meters away from the door.
She felt sorry for Mei Xing, after all, her early labor was partly her fault, and seeing her in
so it seemed unlikely that she would do anything malicious. Gradually lowering her guard, Qiao Ling only wanted to take good care of Mei Xing as a way of repaying Mei Xing
for taking care of her the night before.
As soon as the door opened, Meixing rushed forward, tears streaming down her face, and cried in Qiaoling's arms, "It hurts so much...it really hurts
this time , Qiaoling, help me...help me..." Qiaoling's heart softened at Meixing's plight. Thinking of
Meixing's ordeal, she reached out to support her, but suddenly a contraction struck her, causing her to stumble and
nearly fall. Meixing, however, remained clear-headed and seized the opportunity to elbow Qiaoling
hard in the pregnant belly. To an outsider, it only looked like two unsteady pregnant women nearly tripped.
Qiaoling winced in pain; the external impact caused the little one inside her to protest, pulling on her uterus and causing another contraction.
Having been prepared for such an impact, Qiaoling managed to endure the pain. Meixing thanked Qiaoling verbally,
but in her heart she was calculating: (This is just the appetizer; you're in for a rough time tonight. Little girl, I'll make sure you
give birth tonight!)
Meixing had been having regular contractions since the afternoon, and now her cervix was dilated several centimeters. Even as a third-time
mother she couldn't bear the pre-labor pains, leaning on Qiaoling's shoulder to rest after walking a few steps. The scene seemed familiar,
except that the one being supported was Qiaoling, who had just experienced the amniotic fluid feast last night and whose strength hadn't yet recovered, while the one groaning was the cunning and scheming
Meixing.
Underneath her trench coat, Meixing wore the tight-fitting t-shirt she had worn at noon. A large
stain of breast milk, accidentally left at noon, still remained on her right breast. The small patch of fabric on her right breast, soaked with milk, clung tightly to her unbraced nipple. With each
step and breath, the nipple rubbed against the trench coat through the damp fabric, her
round and beautiful pink nipple, still erect despite numerous breastfeeding experiences. The erect nipples increased the surface area of friction between her clothes and her nipples. Meixing
walked while enduring the contractions in her lower abdomen, occasionally teased by the rubbing pleasure from her sensitive right nipple. One moment she
groaned in pain, the next a soft moan of pleasure. Meixing's delicate voice was particularly alluring, and
Qiaoling, who was supporting her, was also aroused, her stomach rumbling.
"Ugh... um... um... this wave of contractions... whew, it's so long..." Just as they were about to reach the private room,
Meixing 's steps were interrupted by an unusually long contraction. Qiaoling, who was supporting Meixing's body, was gradually
losing , and her own contractions were becoming regular, making her extremely anxious... At this moment, Meixing spoke up:
"Qiaoling... I have a favor to ask you." Just before entering the private room, Meixing said, "Qiaoling, I...
I forgot my amniotic fluid supplement in the room, and it's too late to go back and get it now... Could you lend
me yours? Please, I'm begging you this once... Please save me." "What! An amniotic fluid supplement!
But Meixing, I... I'm carrying twins and am at high risk of premature birth. I can't go without an amniotic fluid supplement!" Qiaoling panicked
. This unreasonable request was undoubtedly dangerous for her weakened body, which had just experienced an amniotic fluid feast. But seeing Meixing
's tearful face, even the hardest heart couldn't refuse this pregnant woman in labor with her contractions.
Qiaoling thought: (Luckily, I listened to Sister Xuan and carried an extra can of
amniotic fluid . Lending him this kit shouldn't be a problem.) With the advice of such a good senior as Xuanzi, Qiaoling mustered
her courage, knowing that Sister Xuanzi's advice wouldn't harm anyone. Despite her anxiety about the signs of contractions, Qiaoling
still handed over the amniotic fluid refill kit.
Xuanzi, who was performing a pole dance on stage, saw this scene from above and was truly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Coupled with a sudden contraction in her abdomen, she almost fell off the pole in a handstand position. At this moment, Xuanzi couldn't bother to soothe her stomach.
She used all her strength to grab the pole and let her aching body land steadily on the ground. After Xuanzi landed
firmly , she still didn't dare to let go of the pole. That terrifying moment had left Xuanzi covered in sweat, her signature long
ponytail disheveled and sticking to her face, shoulders, neck, and chest. Only then did Xuanzi feel a sharp, excruciating
pain in her abdomen. The contractions, which had taken all her strength to turn back to a normal position while she was upside down in mid-air,
and which she hadn't had time to pay attention to during the crisis, were now attacking her consciousness.
"Damn it… you can't be distracted for even a second while pole dancing… Oh no, that woman Meixing is so vicious,
how will Qiaomei survive tonight without the amniotic fluid…" In a split second, Xuanzi's eyes swept over Qiaoling's bag, and
seeing a canister of artificial amniotic fluid, she relaxed and focused on calming her restless baby. Xuanzi awkwardly
gripped the pole with one hand and soothed her stomach with the other, bending over and groaning, her belly sagging and her buttocks sticking up,
trying look up and watch Qiaoling accompany Meixing into the private room. As she gasped for breath, tips poured in from the guests below.
The guests, still amazed by her seductive somersault, saw Xuanzi's current panting appearance and pulled out
their largest bills, stuffing them into her private parts and cleavage.
"Hmm... Mr. Wang, I've been in pain since this afternoon, waiting for you. Ouch... it hurts so much... Meixing
will give you the most special service today." True to her seasoned prowess, Meixing immediately switched to her
most alluring, delicate, and seductive voice the moment she stepped into the private room. Despite the
waves , she greeted the distinguished guest with the most seductive posture and voice. (As expected of a senior
... I've really learned something from this amniotic fluid banquet apprenticeship.) Qiaoling pondered, unaware that the four
men present had quietly blocked the door to the private room. Meixing's plan was about to begin.
Meixing took off her trench coat and casually sat on Mr. Wang's lap. Mr. Wang,
captivated , grabbed her belly. "Mmm...this must be contractions, so wonderful..." Mr. Wang
noticed the changes in Mei Xing's pregnant belly in his hand and excitedly gave it a couple of squeezes, causing Mei Xing to feel a mix of pain, pleasure, and dryness,
involuntarily letting out a groan.
Qiao Ling then realized that this Mr. Wang was the VIP 3 who hadn't paid much attention to her last night. Seeing Mr. Wang so captivated by
Mei Xing, she finally understood why Mei Xing had specifically requested her presence today: these VIPs were also arranged by Mei Xing!!
Sensing something was wrong, Qiaoling, supporting her throbbing belly, tried to move towards the door, only to find her
path blocked by three other guests. Meixing, groaning and chuckling, managed to squeeze out a few words: "Qiaoling, don't rush off
. Today, I'm going to let you experience my top-notch amniotic fluid feast!" Qiaoling knew she was in trouble. The three men
forced her back a step towards the center of the private room, forcing her to sit down and try to soothe her throbbing belly.
Mr. Wang also noticed Qiaoling at this moment. He had just witnessed her water break last night, and now she was in front of him again. His
curiosity was piqued, and he was about to ask her something when…
"Mr. Wang… tonight, I'm all yours. Meixing will give you exclusive special services today
…" Saying this, she blocked Mr. Wang's view with her body, directly pressing her right breast, covered in milk stains, against his face
.
"Mmm...it smells so good," Mr. Wang noticed the milk stain. "I've been leaking milk since this afternoon...
Mr. Wang, you have to help me out..." This milk stain, which had been there since the afternoon, was a mixture of the strong, dried scent of
old milk and the fresh, newly released aroma of breast milk. The simple scent of breast milk created a multi-layered olfactory effect,
further igniting Mr. Wang's deepest possessive desire. He grabbed Meixing, turned her around, and pressed her onto the sofa chair, determined
to completely possess her body tonight. "Mr. Wang...Meixing is all yours tonight, but
what ...Ah! Today's special service, buy one get one free!!" As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with ill intent
as he stared at Qiaoling. Qiaoling's expression turned to terror. She clutched her stomach, feeling a pressure, and knew
that this was the real labor pains... Seeing that things were going badly, Qiaoling could no longer bear the torment of the pain and
burst into tears. The three men before them showed no mercy; after all, Qiaoling, pregnant with twins
, possessed a superior body. They greedily loosened their belts and turned towards Qiaoling. "These three are my subordinates. Since you
say so, let that girl deal with them," Director Wang ordered with satisfaction, focusing on enjoying Meixing
's breasts.
"Eek...ah! Director Wang, be gentle!" Meixing, seeing her plan succeed, leisurely enjoyed the stimulation of her nipples
, letting out carefree moans. At this moment, Meixing's t-shirt was still on; Director Wang's mouth directly
sucked on Meixing's firm right nipple through the milk stains on her clothes, while one hand slipped inside her clothes from her waist,
exploring the location of her left nipple. Inside the private room, Meixing and Director Wang were enjoying their lovemaking, while Qiaoling wept, enduring
the torment of labor pains and being played with by the three men once again.
"Ouch... Mr. Wang, you're rubbing so hard, I'm having another contraction..." Mei Xing knew Mr. Wang
could feel her contractions, and she cried out with a new wave of pain, her painful yet pleasurable voice completely captivating
him. "Mr. Wang... can you check how wide my cervix is... be gentle, okay?" Mr. Wang was overjoyed.
He pulled off Mei Xing's top with one hand, letting her two full breasts pop out, and with the other hand, he slipped under her miniskirt, past
her wet thong, and probed into her vagina. "Hmm... this is... this is the cervix, it feels so
warm..." Touching Mei Xing's slowly opening cervix, Mr. Wang's fingers were squeezed painfully by a sudden, intense contraction
. "Ah... it hurts, Mr. Wang... slower... it hurts!" It turned out that Mr. Wang's fingers had reached
the cervix, which contracted during the contractions. The soft opening tightened instantly during the contractions, then slowly relaxed, opening to
a wider width. "Hmm... there's barely enough space to fit five fingers, so I'm dilated to five centimeters, right?" Meixing
was too overwhelmed by pain and pleasure to speak. After all, this was a premature amniotic fluid feast, and her physical strength hadn't recovered
enough to arouse men at will. During this contraction, she could only close her eyes and groan in pain. This made Chairman Wang even
happier. He bent down and sucked on Meixing's nipple, while his fingers inside her vagina became even more unrestrained.
"Chairman Wang, soon... soon, oh... it hurts, soon, Chairman Wang, love me a little more..." Meixing, panting heavily, was about to get to the point, tightening her abdomen to push the amniotic fluid to break when she heard a shrill scream , "Aa ... (Hmph, you little brat, you know how tough it is now, don't you? You made me go into labor early, so I'll let you enjoy two days of amniotic fluid feast, and see if you dare to mess with me again.) Mei Xing smiled smugly. Mr. Wang, seeing that Mei Xing was a wicked woman, immediately decided to ravage her. His hand inside Mei Xing thrust forward, puncturing the amniotic sac. "Ouch ~ Mr. Wang, you… oh, it hurts so much! Mr. Wang, why are you in such a hurry? Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts!" Mr. Wang ignored Mei Xing's cries and bit down harder on her nipples, milk spraying from her breasts onto his hand and into his mouth. Seeing that her pleas were ineffective and that she didn't have the strength to continue teasing her, Mei Xing could only give up resistance, tears welling in her eyes, completely surrendering herself to Mr. Wang's wanton manipulation. Meanwhile, the three subordinates excitedly watched the amniotic fluid gushing from Qiao Ling's lower body. Qiaoling's amniotic sac, still fragile from last night's amniotic fluid depletion, couldn't burst. The exhausted, weak, pregnant woman before them, her eyes vacant, tears streaming down her face, groaning helplessly, was too much for the leading man to bear. He turned to Chairman Wang and asked, "Boss, can we take this girl ?" Chairman Wang, caught up in the moment, didn't have time to speak, simply waving his free hand up and down, indicating they could do as they pleased. The three men cheered, their hard, swollen penises erect, and spread Qiaoling's legs, ready to penetrate her. Qiaoling could only manage a faint, desperate cry: "No...no...why...waaaaah... why..." "Tsk tsk tsk, this chick's really horny, her tits and pussy are dripping wet. Coming with the boss today was a real bargain." "That's amniotic fluid coming out of her pussy, isn't it? This chick's about to give birth." "With such a big belly, she must have had more than one pregnancy. It's rare to get to fuck a pregnant woman about to give birth like this." The three henchmen brought by Chairman Wang wantonly fondled Qiaoling's body while lewdly discussing, showing no pity for Qiaoling as she was about to give birth. At this point, Qiaoling was completely powerless to resist. The leading man spread her legs, and seeing that Qiaoling was unable to resist, he ruthlessly thrust his hard penis directly into Qiaoling's labor-ready vagina. "Hahahaha, is this considered rape?" "This girl says no with her mouth, but she's breastfeeding , clearly enjoying it." The two men who didn't get to enjoy Qiaoling's private parts continued to mock and ridicule, while the man inside Qiaoling was immersed in pleasure he had never experienced before, and could no longer utter any frivolous words. "Oh..."

"Wow, this is so warmer than vaginal fluid, and there's so much of it... Making love in amniotic fluid feels so wonderful...
" the man exclaimed, thrusting effortlessly into Qiaoling's amniotic fluid-filled vagina, feeling his erect
penis being gently cared for and massaged. It was as if the all-encompassing power of maternal love
melted away the man's initial teasing heart within her vagina.
While the men were having their fun and praising him, Qiaoling could only use her last strength to weep weakly.
Her contractions were relentless; her uterus was contracting frantically, trying to expel the two babies. The fully dilated cervix was being
forced open from the outside by the erect penis, preventing the babies from leaving the uterus, yet the contractions continued incessantly. The amniotic fluid
inside the vagina was squeezed by the penis, and the fluid flowing out became lubricant between their bodies, making a
slapping, erotic sound with the rhythm of the thrusting.
Finally, the man's attention turned to the cervix, which was contracting and dilating with the rhythm of the contractions. The glans penis forced its way through the cervix,
like drilling into another, narrower, tighter vaginal opening. The contractions of the cervix created
a powerful . The pleasure of the cervix squeezing the glans made the man lose control, and with his last ounce of strength, he
thrust deeply, sending thick, white semen directly into Qiaoling's uterus.
"Ughhhhh...no...ughhhhh!" Qiaoling knew she had been penetrated. As amniotic fluid was
gradually expelled, it was simultaneously filled with semen. The exchange of these two fluids pushed her reason to
the brink. Qiaoling wailed, the pain and pleasure gone, leaving only a devastating cry.
One man ejaculated with satisfaction, while the other two, mocking and laughing, watched his
emotional changes after entering Qiaoling's body. They realized that this Qiaoling, writhing in pain to the point of near-consciousness, with amniotic fluid gushing from her vagina, was a top-tier body
they had never tasted before. Aroused even more intensely, the two men, not intending to give Qiaoling
any time to rest, greedily surrounded her...
On this side of the private room, Meixing's water broke violently. Even with Wang Dong's large hand
still a considerable amount of amniotic fluid was spraying out from the vaginal opening. Satisfied, Wang Dong withdrew his hand from Meixing's vagina, and the
stretched vaginal opening contracted and opened, with amniotic fluid gushing out in waves. Wang Dong
greedily brought his mouth close, licking Meixing's genitals in circles, from the outside in and then from the inside out. Despite
the pleasure and intense pain, Meixing still had the strength to feign delicate and alluring cries, wantonly seducing Wang Dong with her continuous contractions
, making him lick even more vigorously. Lying on the sofa, Meixing raised her buttocks, presenting her genitals to
Wang Dong 's face; this scene of intercourse was completely unlike that of a woman about to give birth.
At this moment, Mr. Wang pulled his head away from Meixing's vulva, his mouth full of Meixing's slightly fishy amniotic fluid. He swallowed half a mouthful,
keeping the rest in his mouth, and leaned towards Meixing's panting, half-open lips. Mr. Wang pressed down on Meixing's lying body, his middle-aged,
slightly overweight beer belly pressing tightly against Meixing's pregnant belly, which was contracting painfully. Meixing was in excruciating pain and was about to cry out
when Mr. Wang's mouth silenced her. The pain made Meixing's eyes widen in agony, but under Mr. Wang's deep kiss
, they softened into tender, loving eyes. Their tongues intertwined, and Meixing swallowed her own amniotic fluid from Mr. Wang's mouth. Although it had been
supplemented with artificial amniotic fluid multiple times, it still produced her own scent in Meixing's uterus. At first, it was difficult to swallow,
but after swallowing, it only intensified her passionate intoxication.
At this moment, their bodies were intertwined without any gaps. The pain of the pressure on her pregnant belly triggered even more intense
contractions . Meixing was tormented by these contractions, her body curling up, her legs hooking around Mr. Wang's waist and hips. With this
close contact, Mr. Wang felt Mei Xing's pregnant belly contractions more directly. He knew this contraction was particularly
strong, so he took advantage of the moment to pull out his swollen and aching genitals, preparing for a deeper physical intimacy.
Mei Xing's mouth was still being deeply kissed by Mr. Wang. She endured until the peak of the contraction passed, and barely nodded. As
Mr. Wang 's huge penis thrust forward, Mei Xing's legs, hooked around Mr. Wang's waist, also worked together, pushing her buttocks
and genitals towards him. With their simultaneous cooperation, Mr. Wang's penis and Mei Xing's genitals were
completely joined in an instant. The thick amniotic fluid also splashed and scattered in the instant of impact. In just one moment, Mei Xing's
already dilated cervix was invaded by Mr. Wang's glans, directly entering the cervix and joining his penis.
Mei Xing's cervix was extremely soft, and the contraction force was just right, so the baby in her womb was not pushed out of the uterus too
forcefully , which greatly reduced the pain Mei Xing was experiencing at the cervix. For Mr. Wang, this was just
the right amount of stimulation for his glans, allowing him to enjoy the contractions of the cervix without premature ejaculation.
After dozens of thrusts, Mr. Wang pulled Mei Xing up, changing their position to a riding position with him lying down and Mei Xing straddling him.
As Mei Xing adjusted her position, a strong contraction squeezed out a large amount of amniotic fluid. In this wave of pain, Mei Xing's
knees buckled, and she knelt directly on top of Mr. Wang, his massive penis penetrating deep inside her. This caused Mei Xing to let out
the loudest, most painful, and most ecstatic scream of the night: "Ah...!!!!!!!!!!!!!" At this moment, Mr. Wang's
penis was directly inside Mei Xing's uterus, the glans touching the fetal head. He felt
the wet lanugo after the amniotic fluid had gradually dried up, and the warmth of the uterine wall completely overwhelmed Mr. Wang's restraint. With a muffled groan, a large amount of
semen was also poured directly into Mei Xing's uterus, and both of them reached orgasm simultaneously.
As Meixing climaxed, her full breasts swayed back and forth, spraying milk incessantly onto Mr. Wang's
face . Mr. Wang licked his lips, savoring the afterglow of his orgasm
. In the same private room, two pregnant women, their water broken, had their wombs filled with semen. On one side was
a scene of painful and exhausting rape, on the other, an endless display of pleasurable passion. This was
the ultimate amniotic fluid feast that Meixing had meticulously planned.
Inside the room, the four men had each ejaculated several times. The air was now filled with the fishy smell of amniotic fluid and
the pungent smell of semen, leaving only the moans and
cries . "Mmm... oh... Mr. Wang, my amniotic fluid is almost gone... ouch, ouch, ouch..."
After being internally ejaculated into orgasm, Meixing was relentlessly assaulted by waves of pain. At this moment, she had no time to savor the afterglow of her climax, as
labor had entered its final stage. The baby's head, under the natural pressure of contractions, had completely pressed against the fully dilated cervix
. Meixing had to exert all her strength to resist the urge to push, otherwise the baby might be born at any moment. The amniotic fluid banquet
could not continue at this point; otherwise, it would proceed directly to the delivery banquet, essentially declaring the end of Meixing's financial path.
"Chairman Wang… tonight's amniotic fluid banquet ends here, otherwise I'll give birth… you can let me off tonight…"
"She's pregnant...oh dear...she's about to give birth, I can't take it anymore..."
Chairman Wang knew the importance of preserving life. Reluctantly, he kissed Mei Xing's private parts twice more, then
called his three subordinates to leave the private room. Before leaving, he said to Qiao Ling, whose moans were barely audible, "Don't worry, little girl,
I won't mistreat you. Tonight, whatever Mei Xing earns, you'll earn too. Rest assured."
"Waaah...waaah...I...I have no strength left, it hurts so much...waaah...why?" Qiao Ling could no longer
answer , only sobs mixed with moans remained.
Just outside the private room, the men were astonished to see a rare scene:
a heavily pregnant woman, furious and charging straight ahead. This was Xuan Zi, who, disregarding the unfinished pole dance, slipped off the stage,
swept past the audience, and charged directly towards Qiao Ling's private room with wide eyes. With one hand protecting her over 10-month-old, protracted
belly, she roughly pushed aside anyone who approached to offer concern, block her path, or ask questions. Whether guests or
staff , anyone who stood in her way was shoved or bumped into, creating a path through her like a mountain being cleared. At this moment, Xuanzi's muscles
were tense with excitement, triggering waves of contractions, but she didn't care. She only had one thought in her mind: "I
must protect Qiaoling!!"
Inside the private room, Meixing used her remaining strength to hold back her cervix and took out the amniotic fluid supplement she
had borrowed . Seeing Qiaoling's condition, she knew she had gone a bit too far, but she herself had been
exhausted by Mr. Wang's antics. Both Qiaoling and Meixing were in the final stages of labor; if they didn't use the amniotic fluid supplement soon, they would
give birth on the spot. At this point, nothing else mattered; self-preservation was paramount. Without hesitation, Meixing inserted Qiaoling
's amniotic fluid supplement directly into her own vagina. The phallus-shaped object entering the birth canal caused excruciating
pain, but to endure the labor process, she had to bear it!
Qiaoling's condition was far from good. Her amniotic fluid had dried up, and the twins were wriggling inside her uterus.
Her utterly exhausted body could no longer withstand the contractions of the cervix. With each wave of pain, the baby's head
had passed the cervix and officially entered the birth canal. At this stage, the baby was stuck between the uterus and the birth canal.
Contractions would push the baby out of the cervix, and once inside the birth canal, the baby needed the mother's help to push out.
However, Qiaoling no longer had the strength for a final push, and could only let the baby's head get stuck between the cervix and the birth canal
, making it a truly difficult labor.
"Slap!" The moment Xuanzi burst into the private room, he slapped Meixing, who was closest to the door, hard across the face.
Xuanzi's gaze swept over Qiaoling deep inside the private room, then he saw Meixing using an amniotic fluid replenishment kit. The kit, shaped like a
black man's enormous penis, was a rare sight; Xuanzi immediately recognized it as Qiaoling's.
Without a second thought, Xuanzi pulled out his own amniotic fluid replenishment kit and walked straight towards Qiaoling.
"Qiaoling, I'm here, hold on!" Before Qiaoling could answer, Xuanzi inserted the amniotic fluid replenishment kit into her
vagina. However, Qiaoling's amniotic fluid had already dried up from the gang rape by three men, and her vagina was now without
lubrication . This sudden thrust caused her excruciating pain, her voice choked with silent screams.
"This feeling…no, the head is already in the birth canal, Qiaoling, you have to endure it!!" As he spoke,
Xuanzi did something he himself realized was dangerous: he pushed the fetus back into the uterus from the birth canal! Qiaoling fainted from the pain
. Her consciousness was consumed by an intense agony she had never experienced before, severed abruptly when the baby's head
, pushed lodged in the throes of agony.
Xuanzi, tears streaming down her face, continued her work. She was doing this to save Qiaoling and her babies; she could only trust that Qiaoling
was strong enough to pull through. To give herself enough room to push, Xuanzi knelt between Qiaoling's knees,
her pregnant belly pressed against the floor, bending over and pushing forcefully into Qiaoling's birth canal. With the support of her belly and knees
, Xuanzi was able to use all her strength to probe the position of the fetus and cervix within Qiaoling's vagina. After confirming that it was still possible
to salvage , she exerted all her strength to push the fetus back in. Both babies successfully returned to Qiaoling's uterus.
There was no time to rest. Qiaoling's cervix was now fully dilated, and the babies would immediately be pushed back
out again. The instant Xuanzi grabbed the baby's head and pushed it back in, the amniotic fluid replenishment kit was inserted into Qiaoling's birth canal again, directly
targeting the wide-open cervix, and filled it with artificial amniotic fluid.
As a warm current entered her uterus, Qiaoling's uterus regained lubrication. With the pressure and friction
between gone, Qiaoling gradually regained consciousness. Before she could even say thank you,
Xuanzi delivered another devastating piece of news:
"Qiaoling, you can't relax yet. You were ejaculated into your uterus too many times; it's full of semen. This
won't do! This amniotic fluid is just to clean the semen out of your uterus; you'll have to rupture your membranes again later."
This news nearly made Qiaoling faint. She no longer had the strength to endure that excruciating pain; if she had to
go through it again, she'd rather be taken to the hospital for a C-section. Women who have had a cesarean section can never return to this
amniotic fluid feast, but Qiaoling couldn't care less. All she wanted now was to escape this hell
. "Qiaoling, don't worry, no man will torment you this time. Quickly take deep breaths to conserve your energy. The
pain won't be so bad when your water breaks. You can endure it!"
Xuanzi encouraged Qiaoling, supporting her large belly. Her own pregnant belly was gradually hardening with each contraction. That phrase
, "You can endure it," wasn't just a reminder to Qiaoling, but also a silent warning to herself.
On the other sofa, Meixing remained in a side-lying position, her hand supporting her genitals to keep the amniotic fluid replacement kit in
place. Meixing's amniotic fluid was now full, and the amniotic sac was gradually repairing itself, waiting only for the cervix to fully contract to complete
the repair. Meixing, whose pain had subsided, looked at Xuanzi's emergency treatment of Qiaoling with surprise. Even the
wicked Meixing felt guilty. She had gone too far this time, almost causing the newcomer to have a difficult labor on the spot. She knew
she couldn't justify herself in any way. Silently leaving Qiaoling's amniotic fluid replacement kit on the sofa, the bartender pushed a wheelchair in and
took the silent Meixing back to her room.
Qiaoling's amniotic fluid had completely filled in, making her uterus, mixed with semen and amniotic fluid, appear
even . Xuanzi's fingers explored Qiaoling's cervix and uterus. Feeling the amniotic sac had just been repaired and the cervix
was gradually contracting, he seized the opportunity and, with a determined heart, ruptured Qiaoling's amniotic sac again.
"Ahhh... Sister Xuan... It hurts so much!" Qiaoling, having adjusted her breathing slightly, could barely speak,
her first words being this painful cry. Xuanzi comforted her, "Qiaoling, it won't hurt as much as before.
Sister Xuan will handle it best for you, trust me." But the psychological trauma of two consecutive nights of amniotic fluid feasts was not something that could be easily soothed by words.
Since comforting could solve the problem, Qiaoling could only despairingly prepare herself mentally for the next wave of contractions.
"Look, how much semen is mixed in with this amniotic fluid! If you don't wash it out,
it will , and the next batch of amniotic fluid will smell terrible."
"Move your buttocks a little more, just a little bit, to let the amniotic fluid flow out."
"It's finally clean, don't push!"
Amidst the intense contractions, Qiaoling couldn't feel the difference between these three steps, only listening to Xuanzi's instructions to roughly
understand the stage. Xuanzi deftly and quickly opened the spare amniotic fluid container, filled the amniotic fluid replenishment pack,
and then swiftly inserted the pack back into the cervix before the baby's head was squeezed out again. Each of these three actions was
somewhat complicated, yet it was unexpected that a pregnant woman nearing her due date could complete them all in one go. Relying on her momentum, Xuanzi completed
these three steps, quickly securing the end of the amniotic fluid replenishment pack to Qiaoling's vulva.
The most difficult part was completed in one go. Xuanzi pressed her hand against Qiaoling's birth canal, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, as
the contractions struck in that moment of relaxation. Xuanzi had been kneeling
for quite some time since entering the private room; her enormous pregnant belly pressing against the floor was indeed very uncomfortable, and the hardening of her belly was to be expected.
Xuanzi supported Qiaoling's genitals with one hand, while trying to soothe her belly with the other, hoping that Qiaoling's amniotic sac would heal quickly, as
her own belly couldn't take it anymore and she needed to rest.
Finally, after nearly 40 minutes of effort, Qiaoling's second amniotic fluid repair was complete. Xuanzi took back her
amniotic fluid supplement kit, lovingly stroked Qiaoling's face, and kissed her forehead: "Silly girl, it's alright now,
get some rest."
As soon as Xuanzi stood up, strong contractions swept through her waist, causing her to stagger and lean against the doorpost, her
hardened belly protruding as she gasped for breath.
Outside, a familiar male figure had been waiting for a long time—it was Chairman Wang again. He watched Xuanzi
bravely rush into the private room to save her junior, and was instantly captivated by her chivalrous act, a possessive desire rising within him. "Beautiful lady,
carrying this belly must be tough~ I really want to know, when will it be your turn to have your beautiful belly?"
"Hoo… Mr. Wang, this belly could give birth at any moment. The amniotic fluid banquet is the day after tomorrow," Xuanzi soothed
her contractions , her reply brief, without the deliberate flirtation of Meixing. But among these girls, Xuanzi possessed the most magnanimity and
elegance; her chivalrous actions and wisdom appealed to another side of Mr. Wang's taste. He decided to attend the amniotic fluid
banquet again next time, specifically to support Xuanzi.
"Mr. Wang, you've gone too far today, my big belly can't handle it, you'd better not come,"
Xuanzi said, seeing Qiaoling's predicament, also fearing these rude people, and even with the high price, she still wanted to
decline .
"Don't worry, beautiful lady, I'll be the only one coming the day after tomorrow. I won't be too unreasonable,"
Xuanzi smiled sweetly, her brow furrowed as she endured the contractions, and she staggered back to her room.
Qiaoling was pushed back to her room in a wheelchair, and this time she slept for a whole day, waking up
late the night. Qiaoling was startled awake, her upper body jerking in bed. She instinctively clutched her stomach,
silently feeling the movements of her two babies, trying to calm her terrified heart. Only when the babies kicked firmly
and powerfully did Qiaoling realize that the babies were safe. After two consecutive nights of nightmares, the three of them had finally
made it to this point safely. Thinking about this, Qiaoling hugged her pillow and tears welled up in her eyes. She cried for a while until a
contraction interrupted her sobbing, and she realized that she was starving, probably because she hadn't eaten anything all day while she was in a coma.
Qiaoling vaguely remembered being slightly shaken awake while she was sleeping, but she immediately fell asleep again, and in that hazy memory,
it seemed to be Xuanzi's voice.
"Click!" The door opened, and Qiaoling recoiled into the bed, reflexively clutching the blanket
. Entering was Xuanzi, her right hand supporting her hip, her left hand carrying a bag, her brow furrowed, groaning and panting.
"Xuan... Sister Xuan..."
"Oh, you're finally awake!"
Having endured a bout of contractions, Xuanzi immediately smiled kindly.
"You must be hungry, you haven't eaten all day. I brought you some congee, and I didn't expect
you to wake up just in time... When I got off work today..."
Xuanzi's words were interrupted by a burst of sobbing. Qiaoling collapsed into Xuanzi's arms, sobbing, releasing all the pent-up frustration and fear
of the past two days. Qiaoling hugged Xuanzi, burying her face in her chest,
crying uncontrollably. Xuanzi lovingly stroked Qiaoling's hair, letting her release her emotions between her breasts.
Two pregnant women, their bellies roughly the same size, embraced each other by the bedside, their large bellies pressed tightly together, heads
buried between their magnificent breasts. A man seeing this would surely be overwhelmed.
After crying for a few minutes, Qiaoling's emotions finally stabilized, her sobs gradually turning into gentle whimpers. Qiaoling lifted her head,
her chin still lingering on Xuanzi's chest, feeling the almost maternal embrace of Xuanzi, and her heart stirred
. As a woman herself, Qiaoling never imagined she would develop feelings for Xuanzi. Coming to her senses,
she met Xuanzi's loving gaze, and suddenly felt a wave of shyness, guiltily averting her eyes.
Xuanzi, being such a clever woman, and having encountered many men in this industry who were infatuated with her,
how could she not understand Qiaoling's fleeting look? Xuanzi didn't mind, knowing that after such a
deep emotional trauma, Qiaoling was inevitably drawn to the tenderness before her.
"Qiaoling, you've slept all day, eat something first, otherwise the baby will starve." Xuanzi
comforted Qiaoling as she sat down, the two pregnant women sitting side by side on the edge of the bed.
"I filled your amniotic fluid supplement pack for you. Luckily you listened; bringing an extra can of artificial amniotic fluid really
saved your life."
"You should be able to rest until tomorrow. No one can handle two consecutive days of amniotic fluid feasts like this."
"But earning money from two consecutive amniotic fluid feasts is unprecedented. You're famous now—
earning so much money in just two days..."
Xuanzi chatted casually, while Qiaoling ate her porridge with her head down, nodding and groaning occasionally in response. When Qiaoling
looked up and their eyes met, they both smiled with relief. After yesterday's
events, a strong sense of camaraderie had developed between them, as if they wouldn't be afraid of anyone making things difficult for each other as long as the other was by their side
.
"Hehe, silly girl, so careless while eating porridge." Xuanzi picked up a grain of rice from Qiaoling's cheek with her index finger, and
just as Qiaoling was giggling, Xuanzi licked the grain of rice and swallowed it. Qiaoling's heart was pounding.
Xuanzi's actions and her ambiguous smile just now (Could it be that Sister Xuan is flirting with me?) made Qiaoling feel
embarrassed. Xuanzi saw it clearly, lifted Qiaoling's chin with one hand, stroked Qiaoling's beautiful cheek with the other,
and gently kissed her forehead: "Silly girl, I can't bear to part with you. Eat well and rest up your strength. We can
talk about it tomorrow." This bold move left Qiaoling at a loss. Did Xuanzi really mean that?
Xuanzi neither avoided it nor responded. She stroked her pregnant belly with one hand and said gently to Qiaoling: "Silly girl,
how could I not know what's on your mind? It's just that I just got off work and I'm tired today. The little darling in my belly is urging me
to rest . Tomorrow is my amniotic fluid feast. Let's rest well first, and we can talk about it slowly tomorrow."
Qiaoling nodded reluctantly and let Xuanzi help her lie down. Xuanzi tidied up the surroundings, but there was no
sign of her going back to her room.
"Sister Xuan...aren't you going back to your room to sleep?"
"Qiaomei, you're still weak today, how could I leave you alone? Besides, I'm
having a prenatal feast tomorrow, and my belly could give birth at any time. You can keep me company."
As she spoke, Xuanzi took off her outer clothes and casually lay down on Qiaoling's bed. The dormitories here all
have double beds, so it wouldn't be a problem for one more person. Qiaoling looked at
Xuanzi lying on her bed with a mixture of surprise and shyness. It was a bit crowded for two heavily pregnant women to lie on a double bed, so Qiaoling mustered her
courage and reached out to hug Xuanzi. Xuanzi was quite happy, "Silly girl, always so cute," and
hugged Qiaoling back. The two pregnant women faced each other on the bed, and Qiaoling felt incredibly warm inside and out,
all the fear from the past two days gone. After soothing the two babies in her belly, Qiaoling buried her face between Xuanzi's ample
breasts , and the two of them drifted off to sleep contentedly.
The next morning, Xuanzi awoke amidst waves of pain. Tonight was Xuanzi's amniotic fluid feast, and her body was preparing
for labor. She gazed at Qiaoling's head against her chest; the girl seemed still asleep. Xuanzi didn't want to disturb Qiaoling,
and since she needed to conserve her energy, she quietly lay there, maintaining the position with Qiaoling nestled against her chest, continuing to sleep
while silently enduring the contractions and pondering her work for the day.
However, Qiaoling wasn't sleeping as soundly as Xuanzi had expected; in fact, she had woken up a few minutes earlier. Qiaoling was
young, only twenty-one years old, and full of clever ideas. She knew Xuanzi was awake but simply didn't want to disturb
her . Qiaoling's childlike heart stirred; now she held the initiative. Just as she was about to do something, she saw
Xuanzi's swollen, mature breasts and full, plump nipples not far from her face. The nipples slowly emitted Xuanzi's
mature scent and the lingering fragrance of milk residue. Qiaoling stared for a few seconds, her heart fluttering, and her breathing became slightly rapid. Xuanzi
, presumably thinking Qiaoling was having a nightmare, and coupled with a sudden contraction, didn't want to
move . He gently stroked Qiaoling's hair, hoping to offer her some comfort.
Qiaoling knew Xuanzi hadn't noticed she was awake and hatched a little prank. She sniffed
Xuanzi , then, emboldened, she feigned a slight shift in her body, bringing her face closer to her target:
Xuanzi's alluring left nipple.
Xuanzi, unusually oblivious, didn't notice the girl's prank and calmly maintained his embrace of Qiaoling
. Seeing everything was ready, and Xuanzi's left nipple now fully in front of her face,
Qiaoling secretly took a deep breath. Mustering her courage, she gave Xuanzi a morning surprise.
Qiaoling stuck out her tongue and quickly licked around Xuanzi's areola, then
lightly licked his left nipple with the tip of her tongue.
It all happened so suddenly. Xuanzi, startled, felt a jolt of electricity travel from her left nipple down her spine,
causing her to let out a soft moan. Within half a second, Xuanzi understood what was happening—Qiaoling had been pretending to be asleep!
Just as she was about to scold her, Qiaoling's lips were already completely engulfing Xuanzi's left nipple.
Qiaoling, ecstatic, held it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the nipple a few times before she began to suckle. Before Xuanzi
could react, another wave of pleasure washed over her. Her already erect left nipple
, stimulated by Qiaoling's gentle touch, produced sweet, white milk. Having tasted Xuanzi's first milk of the morning, Qiaoling proudly raised her head and winked playfully at
Xuanzi . Xuanzi knew she had been tricked, but Qiaoling had successfully aroused her desire,
making it impossible for her to get angry at Qiaoling's prank.
"Mmm… Qiaoling, umm… a little gentler," Xuanzi abandoned her reserve, moaning softly in response to Qiaoling's sucking
. Xuanzi slowly sat up in bed, Qiaoling still suckling on Xuanzi's left breast, and also
sat up. Qiaoling had only sucked half a mouthful of milk and was about to pull her mouth away from the nipple when Xuanzi's
thoughts were interrupted by a strong contraction. This contraction instantly snapped Xuanzi back to reality. She pushed Qiaoling away and began
to scold her for her prank.
"Qiaoling, you have to know when to be naughty! I'm about to have a watery night, and my belly could start labor at any moment.
Are you trying to hurt me?"
Qiaoling swallowed the fresh milk, her tongue sticking out in apology. Her adorable appearance made Xuanzi
unable to stay angry, and she could only scold her a few times.
"What if you stimulate my nipples like that and trigger a contraction? You little rascal, you have to know
when !"
"Sister Xuan~ I'm sorry, I know I was wrong… it's just… um… I can't take it all at once~"
Xuanzi scolded Qiaoling, but didn't really get angry. After enduring a few more short contractions,
the two pregnant women officially got up and washed.
"Sister Xuan, how did you manage to hold on until 43 weeks?"
Qiaoling asked the question that had been bothering her for days. Xuanzi knew Qiaoling was a smart girl who knew to ask the most crucial
questions.
"Once the baby is 40 weeks along, it's full term and labor is imminent. The uterus is already pushing the baby out, so generally,
it's impossible to hold on any longer. That's why after the amniotic fluid flush at 40 weeks, the company gives us four weeks' worth of pregnancy-preserving
medication, the same one you took the night before last."
"For a belly like yours that's not yet 40 weeks," as long as you take the pregnancy-preserving medication after the amniotic fluid flush,
you can basically hold on until the next week. For those of us who are over 40 weeks, we take pregnancy-preserving medication every day. If you don't take the medication for a day, you'll definitely start labor
that night ."
"Tonight is my amniotic fluid flush, so I didn't take the medication this morning. If I hold on until tonight, my water will definitely break."
"Then, Sister Xuan, if I don't take pregnancy-preserving medication before 40 weeks, won't I be more likely to have a premature birth?"
"You silly girl, you're actually quite clever. That's why, for a belly that's not yet 40 weeks, actually..."
On the contrary, it's unstable. Just like Meixing, her amniotic sac had only been repaired for three days before she went into labor. You also need to be careful.
Before you turn 40, your belly is also very unstable, so try to avoid unnecessary stimulation."
Hearing Meixing's name, Qiaoling still felt a chill run down her spine. However, Xuanzi's earnest advice was always useful
. Qiaoling listened attentively to Xuanzi's teachings, which she was giving despite the contractions
. "Qiaomei, for tonight's amniotic fluid banquet, please take me to the private room."
Qiaoling readily agreed. Although the outcome of accompanying her to the private room last night was miserable, Xuanzi was the least
likely person to harm her. Counting the days, she knew she still had seven days to spend with Xuanzi, and Qiaoling secretly decided to cherish these
seven days. She looked at Xuanzi, and Xuanzi, after enduring another wave of contractions, looked at Qiaoling with the same reassuring gaze.
They were thinking the same thing: no matter what happened in these seven days, they would never be apart.
Unable to resist , Qiaoling stood on tiptoe and gave Xuanzi a light kiss on the lips. Xuanzi smiled sweetly, lowered her head and returned a
deep kiss . After a tender moment, the two mustered their courage to face this challenging day.
Time flew by, and the evening banquet was about to begin in an hour. Xuanzi had been experiencing labor pains since morning,
and Qiaoling had been by her side taking care of her all day. Throughout the day, neither of them mentioned what
had happened , but the intimacy between them was undeniable. Qiaoling remained calm,
knowing she couldn't joke with Xuanzi today, and obediently played the role of a diligent and attentive junior.
"Sister Xuan, are you sure you want to wear this... these buttons won't go up, will they?" Qiaoling helped Xuanzi put on her
evening outfit. Tonight, Xuanzi planned to go for a mature look that best suited her nature,
entering as an office lady. But even the white shirt was giving Qiaoling a headache. To be ready to meet the needs of customers at any time,
she almost never wore a bra before starting work. The shirt was made of a rougher and stiffer material than regular fabric, and Xuanzi
's nipples, being in labor, were particularly sensitive. Forcing her large breasts inside the shirt would likely cause
unbearable friction from the nipples alone.
"Qiaoling, I'm due next week. These last two weeks are all I have left. If I don't seize
this opportunity to show my strengths, when will I?"
Xuanzi was turning 30 this year, and after this birth, she would probably be leaving the stage forever. If she didn't make
the most might never have another chance. Giving a thumbs-up to Qiaoling's thoughtfulness, Xuanzi resolutely put on
the tight white shirt. The two buttons at the chest were barely fastened, Xuanzi's ample breasts stretched taut inside the shirt,
pushing the gaps to their limit. She felt a tightness under her armpits as soon as she raised her arms slightly. Xuanzi turned left and right
, trying to shake her breasts, and immediately felt the shirt rubbing against her nipples. Two or three rubs were enough to make her nipples
erect , their shape completely imprinted on the shirt—a sight that would drive
any man wild. The stimulation of her nipples triggered uterine contractions, which Xuanzi immediately experienced.
The pleasure caused her uterus to contract, and Xuanzi groaned and endured it for a while, thinking that the amniotic fluid would be flowing in an hour,
and stimulating her uterus now wouldn't have too much of an impact. After gently massaging her contracting and hardened uterus,
Xuanzi continued changing her clothes, making Qiaoling break out in a cold sweat.
Putting on a short skirt was another ordeal. Xuanzi's belly was now so big that she could hardly bend over, and her upper body was
restricted by the shirt and her chest, making it impossible for her to move around much. She could only sit on the edge of the bed, with Qiaoling, who could
barely squat down, helping her put on the short skirt.
"Sister Xuan, your belly seems to have gotten even bigger than it was a couple of days ago. Will you be able to fit into this...?"
"Qiao Mei, the baby was supposed to be born at 40 weeks, but it's been delayed until now, so of course the baby has grown like an inflating balloon
. You're carrying two babies, so when you reach my gestational age, you'll be several sizes bigger than me."
As she spoke, another contraction came over her. While enduring the pain, Xuan Zi had a sudden inspiration:
"Now, Qiao Mei, help me put it on!!"
Qiao Ling was stunned. She was actually going to put on the skirt while the uterus was contracting? Wouldn't it hurt terribly after the contractions ended
? "Don't hesitate, or you won't have a chance."
Seeing Xuan Zi's determination, Qiao Ling had no choice but to comply. Taking advantage of Xuan Zi's uterine contractions, she quickly put on
the short skirt, zipped it up, and fastened the buttons. In one go during Xuan Zi's contractions, she finally managed to dress Xuan Zi up
as a sexy and alluring office secretary.
"Mmm...so...so tight, baby, just bear with it...mmm..." The contractions ended, and only then did Xuan Zi begin to experience the torment of
the short skirt . The short skirt constricted her stomach, preventing it from expanding and forcing her uterus to contract continuously. This
external pressure caused contractions that constantly strained Xuanzi's dilated cervix. Xuanzi knew something was wrong, but there was no turning back.
If she loosened her skirt now, the sudden relaxation of her uterus might trigger an even stronger contraction. She could only
try to endure the current tension
. "Huff...huff...it's okay, I can manage if I move gently. Let's go, it's almost time...
"
Qiaoling helped Xuanzi stagger into the private room. This was the first time in many days she had seen Xuanzi so vulnerable.
Her usually caring older sister was now a frail pregnant woman seeking solace on her shoulder. Qiaoling was filled with
mixed emotions . But all she could do now was take good care of Xuanzi as a way of repaying her kindness over the past few days.
Upon entering the private room, they saw the familiar man, Chairman Wang. Qiaoling was still traumatized by the gang rape she had suffered the night before
, and upon seeing Chairman Wang, she cowered behind Xuanzi in fear. But now, Xuanzi is suffering from the torment of childbirth. If
Qiaoling hides away, who will take care of Xuanzi? Thinking of this, Qiaoling mustered her courage and was about to step forward when Xuanzi spoke first
:
"Boss Wang, let me make this clear first, you absolutely mustn't lay a hand on the young lady today."
Seeing the situation, Xuanzi steeled her resolve, her hardening belly protruding, and stood tall
between .
Chairman Wang smiled apologetically: "Beautiful lady, don't be so stern. I came alone tonight as agreed."
Seeing that Xuanzi's expression remained serious, and that she maintained her composure even while enduring contractions, Chairman Wang admired
this mature and beautiful pregnant woman even more, and gave in with a smile.
"Qiaoling, you can stay here with me. You can go to the outer area and report to the supervisor."
Qiaoling was nervous, feeling both guilty and grateful towards Xuanzi, and she lowered her head and rushed out of the private room.
Qiaoling left, but Xuanzi maintained the tense atmosphere until Chairman Wang softened his tone: "Beautiful lady,
don't be so angry~ I'm satisfied just seeing you tonight~ Come, rest on my lap for a bit..."
Chairman Wang pulled Xuanzi close by the waist, and Xuanzi finally relaxed, the torment of the contractions instantly making her...
She slumped down and sat directly on Chairman Wang's lap.
This sudden embrace thrilled Chairman Wang, who wrapped his arms around Xuanzi's large belly from behind, stroking it
incessantly . He had just been furious with the inexperienced female secretary at the company, and now, coincidentally, there was
a beautiful pregnant secretary right in front of him to play with. As Chairman Wang rubbed Xuanzi's belly, he heard her moans from the intense
contractions , and wicked thoughts surged into his mind. He had been regretting that afternoon for not taking the opportunity
to rape that stupid female secretary, and now Xuanzi was the object to bear his burning desire. Chairman Wang licked his lips, and his hands began
to roam over Xuanzi's body...
Xuanzi experienced another strong contraction, this time stiffening her body to endure it, her chest reflexively thrusting forward.
This thrust made her already erect nipples stand out clearly through her shirt in front of Chairman Wang. How
could Chairman Wang miss this opportunity? He grabbed her erect nipple and began to rub it directly through her clothes.
Xuanzi groaned in pain as she endured the contractions, simultaneously moaning and embracing the pleasure emanating from her nipples. Under Mr. Wang's caresses, breast milk
gradually seeped through her white shirt, leaving visible stains on the outside. Shirts are generally poorly absorbent and breathable
; the fact that breast milk stains were visible through the shirt suggested it was already overflowing with milk.
Mr. Wang, anticipating this, unbuttoned Xuanzi's shirt, and two large, snow-white breasts sprang out,
swaying spraying forth milk already overflowing from the stimulation. The air instantly filled with the faint fragrance of the spilled milk. Mr. Wang
buried his face in Xuanzi's cleavage, savoring the mingled scents of milk and her own body.
Xuanzi, meanwhile, endured the contractions, embracing Mr. Wang's head and pressing it against her chest. Since she was at
the amniotic fluid banquet, satisfying her guest to the best of her ability was the highest standard of service.
Mr. Wang inhaled deeply the scent of Xuanzi's body and breast milk, then casually picked up the white
shirt . Reaching inside, he found, as expected, breast milk had already seeped through the fabric;
the stains were just the tip of the iceberg. Mr. Wang lewdly licked the shirt, then rubbed
the milk, onto the most pungent areas of Xuanzi's body. Cleavage, lower breasts, neck, armpits, sides
… Mr. Wang meticulously cleaned Xuanzi's body, letting the milk stains evaporate, leaving the scent
lingering her skin. Xuanzi, feeling Mr. Wang's actions, secretly marveled at how this man truly knew how to manipulate women;
it seemed tonight's "amniotic fluid feast" wouldn't be easy…
Qiaoling, having just recovered her strength, couldn't do heavy work today, so the foreman assigned her to
odd jobs in the outer area. The odd jobs mainly involved assisting pole dancers with changing clothes, replenishing food and drinks for guests,
and cleaning the private rooms after the amniotic fluid banquet. The tasks were varied, but it was an excellent learning opportunity for a newcomer.
Occasionally, contractions slowed her down, but she still diligently observed the work,
secretly memorizing a few movements on the pole stage that elicited enthusiastic responses. Then she heard a noise from another private room.
Eavesdropping, she realized another, less experienced pregnant woman was also having her amniotic fluid banquet that evening.
(So, multiple pregnant women can have their amniotic fluid banquets on the same day…)
This younger pregnant woman was having her amniotic fluid banquet on the same day as Xuanzi, which meant that Xuanzi's delivery banquet next week would also
be held at the same time. If this younger pregnant woman couldn't hold on until 44 weeks, she might also have two delivery banquets simultaneously.
Suddenly, Qiaoling remembered Meixing. She and Meixing had their amniotic fluid banquets on the same day that day, meaning that in the
future , Qiaoling and Meixing would have their amniotic fluid banquets on the same day, greatly increasing the likelihood of them being invited to the same private room.
Thinking of Meixing's ruthless methods, Qiaoling felt a surge of anxiety. She still had six weeks of work to earn,
and even after deducting Meixing's labor, she still had four weeks to spend with her. This worried Qiaoling, and she gently touched her two unborn
babies to comfort them: "Sigh... we can only take it one day at a time. My children, Mommy will be strong, and you
must cooperate..."

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