The Pregnant Lactating Slut

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Christine had always hated the way these paper hospital gowns felt against her naked skin. It was like she was wearing a sheet of sand paper around her body. Her pregnant belly pressed uncomfortably against the material and her swollen breasts were starting to become a real nuisance. The gown was already starting to chafe her nipples. She pulled the gown forward at the chest as she sat down on the examination table. The gown hung open in the back and her bare bottom was shocked at she sat on the ice-cold table that was just as ineffectively covered in paper as she was.

She hated coming to this office and sitting in these cold creepy rooms. They smell like alcohol and latex, she thought to herself. Where is that doctor at? She had been waiting for fifteen minutes now in this dungeon.

The examination room was well lit with bright fluorescent lights. Their characteristic humming was the only ambient sound. The stainless steel counters were covered with various tools and instruments, jars of swabs and probes, boxes of gloves, and alcohol prep pads. Christine shuddered at the sight of these poking and prodding implements, hopefully they don’t use too many of those things on me today, she thought.

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