The most dangerous job: conception

Conception
Eve was nervous, strangely enough, about a job she'd done a billion times before. Perhaps it was the humongous check that was on the line, maybe it was moving in and getting to know the family as she grew their latest member, but in the end, she just wasn't a fan of this part of the job. As much as she loved bloating into a swollen goddess of pregnancy, the doctor's office still gave her the creeps. Sterile, too much white, bland, and full of women who looked like they were going to explode. Normally she enjoyed seeing her swollen bellied comrades, but they always looked miserable or scared (or both) about their enormous bloats as they sat in the waiting room.
The maternity clinic was quiet, save for a few women suffering from extreme pregnancies, but the lack of bustling bellies made it feel even more uncomfortable. Eve shifted in her seat, rubbing her slight pot-belly and biting her lip. This office was new to her, a doctor who was actually owned by Luc's family, was specially commissioned to place her new boss' seed within her. The nurse, a bored looking young woman with a bust that would make many porn stars blush, popped her bubble gum loudly. The pop seemed to resound throughout the office, irritating Eve to more than a small degree. Finally, with a heavy sigh, the nurse called out Eve's name.
Eve stood, her heavy tits flopping a bit as she did so, and made her way back to the doctor. The man was grizzled, looking more like a mercenary than a doctor who delt with fattened up pregnant girls, and had eyes of a stormy grey. Eve sat in his office and looked around, noticing the posters of girls going through massive pregnancies, a hunting rifle mounted above his desk, and a heavily pregnant nurse at his side, like some kind of slave-ish attendant. The girl held the same bored look as her coworker behind the desk, and flipped her blonde hair over her right eye. The belly that ballooned from her midsection was a hugely exaggerated thing, bringing the uniform (Which looked more like it would fit in a kinky sex video or one of those explotation films) into a limbo state somewhere between tearing at the seams and just barely holding on.
"Miss Carmichael, I presume?" the doctor asked with a voice almost as grizzled as his face. He stood and thrust his cracked and callised hand across the desk. Eve stood politely and wrapped her hand around his, pressing palms for a firm handshake.
"You presume correctly, sir. I'm Eve, and I'm here to take on the Kane family's newest addition." she said confidently, a smile upon her face.
The doctor smirked and turned to the nurse, "Liz, get me Mister Kane's seed... it's the one in the red container."
"Yessir... it may take a few minutes," Nurse Liz responded with a pat to her gut, still sounding bored and uninterested as she began her ponderous waddle to the storage facilities.
Eve sighed a bit, waiting for the ponderous nurse to return. Every moment felt like the worst bout of boredom she'd ever fought, and she subconsciously wished that Mister Kane would have given his seed over the old-fashioned way. Oh, how she would have loved that! Yet, there she was, dealing with a nurse that didn't seem to enjoy or even care about her massive gut and a doctor that gave her a small case of the heebeejeebees, lovely. She mused over her boredom for a few more minutes before a slight groan of effort signalled the return of the youthful doctor's assistant.
"Finally," Eve impatiently muttered under her breath, before closing her eyes for the procedure...

It was fairly cool by the time she was out of the clinic, for some strange reason already feeling fat and bloated, but after her recent gluttonous ways, she wasn't exactly questioning it. A limo, black as a starless night, was waiting for her outside the clinic's front doors. Eve's heavy breasts, jiggling masterpieces, as she liked to think of them as, bounced and swayed seductively as one footstep pulled her further to the vehicle than the last.
Although she hadn't been forwarned of the pickup, she instinctively figured it to be one commissioned by Mr. Kane. The driver, who had been watching her overly-exagerrated sway to the limo (his eyes mostly transfixed upon her bountiful breasts) gave a small smile and a wink as he opened the door. With an elegant flick of his wrist he motioned for her to enter.
The drive went by without much excitement. Just a bump on the road, or a big bellied girl on the side-walk every now and again. The driver, who identified himself as Drake, informed the beauty that shared the long vehicle with him that her apartment had been cleaned through and most of her belongings were already inside of her room at the Kane household. Eve pursed her lips, getting mixed feelings from the news. On one hand she thought it was thoughtful of them to clean her place and try to make her feel more at home in their mansion, but there was a gnawing sense of discomfort at the idea of a client going through her entire home. Not to mention, she had never given them a key to her house, had she?
While all of these thoughts tumbled about in her mind, her plump belly let out a long and mournful sounding groan, as if complaining about its new contents.
"Hush," Eve spoke softly to her gut, rubbing the bloated belly in a small, circular motion, "This is the most important job we've ever had to tackle."
She didn't notice the toothy grin that spread across Drake's features as he heard her speaking, and she failed to catch the devious glint in his eyes that flashed as the grin formed. After she calmed her belly, the driver reassumed his quiet and plain expression, occasionally offering a pleasant little smile to her in the rear-view mirror.
"Here we go... Kane Mansion," Drake spoke proudly, as if presenting his own piece of art. He swung the limo around the round-about driveway and smiled, "I think you're going to have one hell of a time here, Miss Carmichael"

Indeed, it was like a grand work of art. The mansion jutted up from the earth below, rising above the wooded grounds that surrounded it. It didn't look too different from old English estates and small castles. With wide-eyes Eve gasped, blinking at the beautiful architecture of the massive building.
"Oh... my lord..." she mumbled under her breath, "It's GORGEOUS!" the words came out in a sheer of pure awe and admiration. Drake simply smiled and pulled the car away, "The butler will lead you to your room, dearie" He flashed one more grin before peeling out of the driveway towards an unseen location, probably a staff garage.

With a nervous shake to her hand, she brought her knuckles down upon the large, ornate front door. A brief paused followed, broken by the creak of the doors. She was greeted with a gentle smile from a man in uniform, a butler's uniform to be precise. His eyes were a warm hazelnut and his hair was only just starting to go grey, a salt and pepper look was the result. The combination of the friendly smile and his gentle eyes created a perfect invitation for guests to the large home.
"Ah, you must be Miss Carmichael? I'm Butler Roberts Mister and Misses Kane have taken their children on a family outing, they'll return this afternoon. He instructed me to apologize for not being here when you arrived, and to also get you settled into your room." he quickly spilled out the entire introduction without her even able to say a single word. Almost as quickly as he fired off the little mini-speech he about faced and marched up towards the grand stairs. Slightly taken aback by his odd swiftness, Eve yipped cutely and rushed after him.
The man was quick, she gave him that. He power walked all the way through the winding halls and stairways, not stopping for the quickly exhausted surrogate behind him.
"Hey... these tits and this fat gut... aren't the lightest things to walk around with... can we talk a break?" she finally sputtered out, winded and ready to collapse. Roberts swiveled about to face her and raised an eyebrow.
"Why on earth would we do that? We're here" he gestured upwards. Eve's gaze followed his hand to a rather large door in front of them. Embarrassed by her poorly timed complaint, she hopped up and grinned.
"Oh, um... thank you! Haha... so my stuff's already in here?" she asked as he handed her the key. Roberts' only response was a slight nod of the head followed by a muttered, "Excuse me miss, I must help the maids tend to supper" and his disappearance. Eve shook her head and sighed, mentally and physically exhausted from the insemination, new environment, and the ridiculous walk.
"Lord, help me," she chuckled as she opened up her new room... and gawked at it. It was a beauty. A masterpiece of architecture and decor. Only the nicest or most necessary items from her apartment were there, and they were tastefully worked into the design of the room. It held an old feel, a theme of elegance and power gained through money, and even a dash of gothic colours to top it all off (because too many bright and airy pieces of furniture are SO pathetically generic... erm... sorry). A massive grin grew across her lovely features as it really sank in, she was a richie now, and after this job, she'd be set for life...