"I hear she's been fucking every guy she's danced for since she started here."
"I heard she wasn't even a virgin when she started here"
"I heard that too. Apparently she's already had 5 kids from other guys"
The girls were washing down after the evening's events. Gerig had shut down the water supply in the girl's personal bathroom showers years ago, and instead forced them to shower together after each show in a specially made shower room behind the stage. A two-way mirror allowed the men who paid a little extra to stick around to watch the show. The show room as equipped with steamers, rain showers, and a tub.
"I heard that Gerig was going to wife her," said Isla, soaking in the tub - her buoyant breasts floating atop the bubbles. "But now he's kicked her to the curb. She's putting those popular udders to good use as a wet-nurse."
The room gasped. The wet-nurses were basically indentured servants. The girls would see them passing in the hallway from time to time, they always kept their eyes to the ground, and moved along quickly. They were easily identifiable by the breast pumps, constantly attached to them, and their sad saggy empty bellies. Gerig often kept the sons of his women if he really liked them, sending the women away to get toned again, and keeping the boys fed by the wet nurses. He also kept the legitimate daughters of his wives - his 'Little Princesses' he called them. They would likely be pampered, taught the art of seduction, and sold off to the highest bidder as a wife. No one quite knew how many bastard sons and Little Princesses he had tucked away.
"So who's he going to wife next?" asked one of the new dancers, still not showing her bump yet, but making up for it with magnificently soapy tits.
There was a tap on the door, and Gerig walked in. He still looked angry from earlier, and beaconed Jelena to follow him. Jelena washed the soap off her quaking belly, and waddled after him.
She followed him through new corridors she hadn't been through before. Down a staircase she descended far below what she assumed was the basement. Finally the reached a sealed metal door. Gerig scanned his retina and the door clicked open.
"Take a seat," he motioned to a couch in the foyer of this inner room. He sat opposite to her and beaconed. "Ladies, come in."
In waddled four women, all in carrying states of pregnancy, but none as big as Jelena. They sat down next to Gerig, their wedding rings glinting in the candle light. They weren't regular rings on the finger. Each had a thin gold ring pierced on their belly button, and a delicate clain that plunged around the curve of their bellies and down into their underwear.
"i"m inviting you here today to meet my wives. They've been watching you and they think you may have some potential to join our family."
"You ... you want to wife me?" she quivered. "But I've only been here a few days."
"Yes darling," said his indian looking wife. "But look how well you've performed."
"I had planned to wife Jessica," said Gerig. "but she proved to be ... unworthy. My wives are pure, they have NEVER slept with another man. Seeing as you were a virgin when you came to me, I know that you are all mine, and that you only carry my babies. How many are there now?"
"Four"
"I wanna see five" squealed his blonde baby-spice looking wife. "I wanna see her POP! Give it to me daddy, give me another lil' niece!"
Jelena cringed.
"I spoil this one too much," he said patting the blonde on the head, and then slipping his hand under her shirt and tweaking her perky nipples atop a mound of massive fake tits. "But baby gets what baby wants."
He stood up and started to take off his belt.
"Oh, wait ... no. Please." whispered Jelena. "I'm so full, my skin is so tight and itchy, I need time to adjust or I'm afraid I really will pop."
"Eeeeeeeee! Five daddy fivvvvvve" Squeeled the blonde.
The indian wife stood up, and put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "Please darling, allow her a few days to rest. You can fill her more when I'm done with her." She held out her hand to Jelena and ushered her out of the room.
"Okay Sani," he said looking at her lovingly. "But don't go too soft on her."
She walked Jelena down the corridor to the kitchen and sat her down at the table. "Are you hungry dear?" she said, looking over her shoulder as she leaned into the fridge, Jelena could see her large brown belly peeking between her legs. "Back in Delhi we have a secret family recipe that helps prevent stretch marks."
"I'm starving," Said Jelena, suddenly realizing she hadn't eaten since that morning.
Sani came back to the table with a tray of food. She removed a sash from her sari and asked Jelena to put her hands behind her back, then she tied her hands together. "In India we use our hands to eat, but since you are not used to this, I will use my hands to help you."
She took a mixing bowl and poured in a thick yellow liquid, "Ghee" she explained. Then she added half a bag of sugar, 5 eggs, a cup of flour and a pinch of salt. She mixed the batter up and rolled a tablespoon of it into a ball. "Open up dear, it tastes like a cookie."
Jelena took the cookie batter in her mouth, it was soft and sweet, she swallowed it and relished the flavor. Before she had a chance to ask for another, it was already popped into her mouth. Then another, and another, and another. Within 20mins she was full. When the next ball came to her mouth she turned away, "I'm full!" she said through pursed lips.
"My dear, you might be full, but your babies need to eat" She forced another 10 into her mouth before Jelena turned away again.
Sani looked angry. "Listen to me woman. You are not carrying just any babies, you are carrying Gerig's heirs, and hopefully male ones. If you do not receive the nutrition you desperately need, the babies will die. Not only that, but your skin needs to gain more elasticity if you are to grow any more. This paste will fatten your skin cells and allow them to expand. But since you are too "full" for more, we will have to find another way to get it inside of you."