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A mother with her son go shopping together at the supermarket 🏪, when they are there rude son starts to open the packages of snacks and spill everything!

The mother, when she realizes the discomfort he is causing, immediately runs to stop him but unfortunately he slips on a chocolate bar 🍫 and falls fainting.

When she regains her senses she notices that he no longer sees her son there and, above all, the size of her belly has grown to an abnormal level that twists as if someone were in there!?!?

When she hears a soft voice from in there: “Get me out, it’s all dark here!” The mother understands that her son ended up inside her womb when she fell!

Before a salesman arrived, helping herself with a cart 🛒, she decided to leave before someone could arrive to ask him to pay back for all that inconvenience that her son had caused

As the mother walked away, she heard her son from her womb: “Please get me out of here, I promise I’ll be good!” And she massaging her belly answers “We’ll see” X3

Some time later we see her again with the womb the size of a woman at the ninth month of pregnancy making herself guess that she preferred to keep it inside all the time!!!

(If you want to find the original series of illustrations, you can find it here)

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More mommy belly 😋 🤰🏻

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She stands in the kitchen on the morning of her forty-sixth year wearing nothing but what she was born in—her true birthday suit, seven months of my seed growing heavy within her, the globe of belly and the curve of ass and the swell of breast all displayed without barrier or pretense. The pregnancy renders her luminous, skin glowing with the strain of doing exactly what it was designed to do, every inch of her exposed to anyone I allow to see.

This is how the hucow celebrates: not with cake or candles, but with complete display, with the evidence of her use visible in the morning light, with the architecture of her service framed by nothing but air. She holds herself at my instruction, back arched to accommodate the forward pull of that weight, breasts heavy with milk swaying slightly with each breath she takes against the compression of what she carries. The kitchen offers domestic context to the obscene fact of her nakedness—the counters, the cabinets, the everyday setting containing what can no longer be contained: a creature so pregnant that modesty has become impossible, so marked by my use that she exists only to be filled, to swell, to be seen.

I capture her thus to mark the occasion: the birthday suit transformed from childhood innocence to something deliberate—the nudity announcing what she has become, the pregnancy announcing who she belongs to, the bare flesh offering itself without request or resistance. And when she turns, when the light catches the silhouette of what I have grown inside her, she knows with perfect clarity why I keep her, why I display her thus, why she remains precisely as I have arranged her. This is exactly as she must be. Celebrated, naked, and waiting.