From CEO to pregnant women worker - part 2 (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/from-ceo-to-97492824

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Slowly standing up with hands on her belly Jenny felt pain from her back and moans trying support pregnant belly on her new and weaker body. "Hey now, hold your horses! Where's the hidden camera at? Y'all trickin' me here, hm?" she looked around and saw only village and dusty street. It was a real life, and it was really happening to her.

"Trickin' you? Hidin' camera? What ya be jabberin' on 'bout, Jenn?" he seriously asked confused a little.

"Jenn? Oh, for heaven's sake! You've got it all wrong. I'm not Jenn. I'm Jerry MacMercer..."

"Don't you go utterin' that damn asshole's name! You ain't be him, you ain't nuthin' like him! Ya are Jenn Ginger, ma'am, ma darn sweet lil darlin' wife." he angrily spat.

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All day Jenny trying find way to escape, but it seems like she trapped here inside pregnant body with stupid farmer as husband. She try to call her former friends, but even this was difficult for her because she didn't remember to have number and her phone was now simply primitive piece of shit with a keypad and green screen without internet access to find information. After several hours of useless attempts Jenny returned to her husband farm. "Howdy, whe' ya been?" asked her husband planting crops on his farm.

"Sacred rattlers, mister! I'm telling ya, I ain't your wife and I wasn't ever one. I'm a...uh, darn, ma belly..." Jenny touched her belly feeling strange kick of unborn child. "...darn it, this is bull-poopy, I tell ya."

"Ya been eatin' all of them choc-o-late bars again, ain't ya? Ya know I don't like 'em, darn it."

"What, hogwash! I'm not eatin' nothin', ya know..." she paused for moment while in her head has flashed images of herself eating greedily chocolate bars smiling like fool.She understood that this had never happened, but it looked really real and she even remembered at that moment the sensations she felt while devouring this chocolate. "Dang! What in tarnation is happenin' to me? This ain't right, I tell ya."

Farmer smiled and answered firmly: "You're pregnant silly dizzy..." he moved on to her and hugged her on the shoulders "...An' I reckon it's 'bout time ya start actin' like it, Jenny-girl," he said, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Now, why don't ya head on in the house and fix us up some vittles? I'm starvin' somethin' fierce."

Jenny's blood boiled at the thought of being ordered around like some kind of farmhand. "Fixin' vittles? Me?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. She stomped her foot in frustration, her pregnant belly jiggling slightly. "I ain't no cook, and I ain't about to start now!"

The farmer raised an eyebrow, looking at Jenny with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Well, now, Jenny-girl," the farmer drawled, "seems to me ya ain't got much choice in the matter. A woman's gotta tend to her duties, 'specially when she's expectin'."

Jenny gritted her teeth, feeling her frustration bubbling up inside her like a pot about to boil over. "Duties? Expectin'?" she echoed, her voice tinged with incredulity. "I didn't sign up for this mess, I'll have ya know! I was... I was..."

"You was what?" the farmer interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest. "A fancy-pants businessman, right? Well, ain't no room for that nonsense 'round these parts. Here, you're Jenny Ginger, my wife, and you're carryin' our child. Now, quit yer bellyachin' and get in that kitchen."

Jenny's jaw clenched as she stared at the farmer, her mind racing with indignation. She had been a successful businessman, accustomed to giving orders, not taking them. With an frustrated sigh, Jenny stormed into the kitchen and cracked her knuckles. "Alright, 'Jenny'," she muttered, "Just gonna have to show Mr. Know-It-All who's boss..."