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Remember how the last thing I wrote wasn't angsty?
Well... This snippet is very angsty so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read it ^^
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A cheerful guy who comes home from college looking a little softer than usual… He's on a break, so it's normal to be soft, but his childhood friend notices that it is a lot softer. More body mass, bigger hips, and a little bit of a belly. But he moves so slowly like he's in pain all the time, his cheery attitude has dimmed immensely, and while he tries to be cheery, there is that sad look in his eyes when he thinks no one is looking.
"You look well," The childhood friend says. "A little too well… You been eating alright?"
The college student tries to brush it off with a smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, I've been eating fine. Just… Just tired from all the stress, y'know?"
"You've been stress eating?" The childhood friend asks, a little sceptical. It doesn't sound like him…
"Yeah… For months, I guess." He says, this time not smiling. A hand comes down to touch his abdomen, but it's quickly gone again. He looks embarrassed.
"You should see a doctor. It doesn't seem healthy, this weight gain, and you seem a little grey around the gills-"
"It's fine. It'll go away on it's own." The college student cuts him off curtly, then moves to leave, the pain in his body seeming to get worse. He groans out loud, a hand reaching to his abdomen again, holding it there until he can kinda stand upright again.
"Dude, you're in pain! I'm calling an ambulance-" The childhood friends says, but once again the college student cuts him off with an angry outburst.
"Don't you get it?! I just gave birth!"
It shocks the friend into silence. He doesn't know how to continue.
"I was pregnant and gave birth… And then I gave her up for adoption." He says as he ends on a sob. His hands go back down to his abdomen. He's shaking slightly.
"You… Got pregnant? By whom??" But the childhood friend already knows that he was the one who got his friend pregnant because of that one night they spent together 9-ish months ago.
"Doesn't matter. She's gone."
"Gone?" The friend inquires, but the college student just shakes his head.
"I gave her up for adoption. I couldn't care for her, couldn't do anything right… So they suggested that I gave her away."
Just the thought of not being able to see the child he helped create was enough to make the childhood friend angry. "You didn't think to involve me?!"
"You're younger than I am. You wouldn't stand a chance with a baby."
This makes the friend even more angry. "You're not kidding me, are you?"
It's at that moment that the college student takes his friend's hand and movies it to his chest. He can feel that it's fuller, and it might even be leaking a little. Soon the college student's shirt is wet from milk, the college student looking like he's moments away from a heartbreak. Maybe he's already had it.
"I just gave birth 4 days ago. They've been aching all the time since, but I can't give it to her. I can't do anything for her."
He begins to get misty eyed, and soon the breasts isn't the only thing that's spilling over.
"Would you ever let me see her?" The childhood friend finally asks, to which the college students says:
"It's impossible to find her again. She's gone."
He's crying again, this time silently but his breath hitching.
"I will find her. I promise I will."
This only makes the college friend sob even more, but soon he is embraced by his childhood friend who comforts him, whispering the promise in his ear again and again.
Remember how the last thing I wrote wasn't angsty?
Well... This snippet is very angsty so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read it ^^
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A cheerful guy who comes home from college looking a little softer than usual… He's on a break, so it's normal to be soft, but his childhood friend notices that it is a lot softer. More body mass, bigger hips, and a little bit of a belly. But he moves so slowly like he's in pain all the time, his cheery attitude has dimmed immensely, and while he tries to be cheery, there is that sad look in his eyes when he thinks no one is looking.
"You look well," The childhood friend says. "A little too well… You been eating alright?"
The college student tries to brush it off with a smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, I've been eating fine. Just… Just tired from all the stress, y'know?"
"You've been stress eating?" The childhood friend asks, a little sceptical. It doesn't sound like him…
"Yeah… For months, I guess." He says, this time not smiling. A hand comes down to touch his abdomen, but it's quickly gone again. He looks embarrassed.
"You should see a doctor. It doesn't seem healthy, this weight gain, and you seem a little grey around the gills-"
"It's fine. It'll go away on it's own." The college student cuts him off curtly, then moves to leave, the pain in his body seeming to get worse. He groans out loud, a hand reaching to his abdomen again, holding it there until he can kinda stand upright again.
"Dude, you're in pain! I'm calling an ambulance-" The childhood friends says, but once again the college student cuts him off with an angry outburst.
"Don't you get it?! I just gave birth!"
It shocks the friend into silence. He doesn't know how to continue.
"I was pregnant and gave birth… And then I gave her up for adoption." He says as he ends on a sob. His hands go back down to his abdomen. He's shaking slightly.
"You… Got pregnant? By whom??" But the childhood friend already knows that he was the one who got his friend pregnant because of that one night they spent together 9-ish months ago.
"Doesn't matter. She's gone."
"Gone?" The friend inquires, but the college student just shakes his head.
"I gave her up for adoption. I couldn't care for her, couldn't do anything right… So they suggested that I gave her away."
Just the thought of not being able to see the child he helped create was enough to make the childhood friend angry. "You didn't think to involve me?!"
"You're younger than I am. You wouldn't stand a chance with a baby."
This makes the friend even more angry. "You're not kidding me, are you?"
It's at that moment that the college student takes his friend's hand and movies it to his chest. He can feel that it's fuller, and it might even be leaking a little. Soon the college student's shirt is wet from milk, the college student looking like he's moments away from a heartbreak. Maybe he's already had it.
"I just gave birth 4 days ago. They've been aching all the time since, but I can't give it to her. I can't do anything for her."
He begins to get misty eyed, and soon the breasts isn't the only thing that's spilling over.
"Would you ever let me see her?" The childhood friend finally asks, to which the college students says:
"It's impossible to find her again. She's gone."
He's crying again, this time silently but his breath hitching.
"I will find her. I promise I will."
This only makes the college friend sob even more, but soon he is embraced by his childhood friend who comforts him, whispering the promise in his ear again and again.
Just read your Jayce & Viktor fic & it was so so so scrumptious. Please, if they stay brainworms share them with us cause I will devour anything you have to say, it was so cute and fluffy. I love the way you write it's amazing. 11/10 please give us more
Thank you so much imma frame this ask and hang it up on my wall ;_; <3
I don't have that many headcanons (yet), but I just know that Jayce and Viktor would raise a little Einstein. Or several :3
Their little baby would be so, so loved, even if Jayce is scared shitless of his impending parenthood. He doesn't have any experience with children so he's reading every book he can find on parenthood to make sure he's well prepared.
And Viktor reads every book on pregnancy so that he's aware if something should go wrong. He knows his own deteriorating health could harm the baby or make it develop strangely, so he researchs everything to make sure that IF there's even the tiniest sign of danger or something like that they can act on it as quickly as possible.
And in the evening they're reading their respective books in bed, silence filling the room except for the sound of pages flipping, and Jayce always has a hand on Viktor's pregnant belly. Even if they're not talking or working together they still love each other's company, just the presence and the loving touch of one another is enough to comfort both of them.
They like the quiet, they love the calm, and when the baby is born, they love them immensely, too <3
[cw for: an abusive father, gaslighting via a lot of mind wiping and memory loss, Technically unaware pregnancy, birth scene, piss, orgasmic birth, birth denial (literal and metaphorical)]
The first time Luscent tried to run away, he had just found out he was pregnant from a healer. It had been a gut decision to get that worry addressed, after giving into his curiosity sleeping around before. When that uncertain fear had been proven true, the angel panicked.
It wasn’t even a permanent option, he just needed to get away from his father, and his father’s tendency to make decisions for him. It didn’t matter if he would have opted to drink a cleansing potion himself later; he could already see his father enraged, taking him and likely literally pouring it down his throat by force. Luscent just needed to think - he needed to feel safe again, and he needed to think.
His father found him before he could properly slip away. Laurentius had a knack for just knowing when his boy was misbehaving - though, as a divine being, that may as well have been omniscience. His son, however, was woefully untalented in that department, so he was easily cornered. Luscent, already at the height of his anxiety, couldn’t explain himself without breaking down; shame and terror overflowing from him. He begged to be allowed to leave. He promised he would come back.
Laurentius, ever a callous man, simply said “no you won’t,” and snapped his fingers.
The second first time Luscent tried to run away, his lover at the time had convinced him. He was starting to feel symptoms he couldn’t quite find the cause of, but it was his mortal lover that pointed out the pattern to an early pregnancy. Luscent didn’t have to panic alone, this time. He was afraid not just of his father’s wrath, but of this dear, fragile, ephemeral mortal’s safety.
He didn’t want to slip away in his panic, this time - he couldn’t quite place why, but the idea made his heart race and his stomach flip. Like he was experiencing fear that never truly went away. Maybe it was a worse idea than running off in secret, but he wanted to think he could reason with his father.
Luscent couldn’t speak the truth of why he wanted to go off and travel for a year, or maybe two - he was vague and dodgy in a way that Laurentius seemed to see through immediately. The divine coolly asked his son his lover’s name, and Luscent, naively, told him.
When Luscent woke up in his bed the next morning, the name of his lover was gone from his mind forever. But their touch on his body, and the child hidden away in his womb remained.
The third first time Luscent tried to run away, he noticed the growing swell of his stomach. He had been rather scatterbrained lately, so it wasn’t certain to him who the sire was, or how long he had even been pregnant. But it was obvious now, when he lifted his undershirt. When he placed his hands on his bare middle, he swore he could feel that presence inside, and it frightened him. He worried about his father’s reaction.
Laurentius had been shorter with him lately, annoyed and cold towards his son for unknown reasons. Luscent already felt like he was letting him down, somehow or another. He firstly apologized for that. Laurentius scowled at his son's stammering, growing more and more angry under the surface as if an unwanted realization had dawned on him. The boy didn’t get as far as admitting he was pregnant before his father blew up at him, airing a long list of grievances that Luscent didn’t even remember.
Had he really been that terrible of a son, all this time? Did he really misbehave as much as his father said? It felt like there were black spots in his memory, and those missing pieces were piling up. Fear that ran deeper and longer than the issue of his pregnancy bubbled up from the back of his mind, and all Luscent could do was flee.
That only made his father angrier, as after he caught up with the boy, he struck him hard enough to send him to the ground. While Luscent was still curled up on the floor, Laurentius willed him to unconsciousness with a wave of his hand.
The fifth first time Luscent tried to run away, the black spots were starting to scare him. The changes to his body, so obvious to everyone else but so slow for Luscent to notice, were undoubtedly a part of that.
He trusted his father. He was afraid of his father, but he still trusted him. Everyone was afraid of their fathers, he reasoned, as a father’s love was conditional and had to be earned. He hadn’t earned any of it, as far as he remembered. He couldn’t remember very far at all, these days.
Luscent couldn’t find the right words to describe his worries to Laurentius, who watched his son stammer his way through them with an unimpressed look. Halfway into the boy’s explanation, he sighed.
“My, I’m really doing a number on you, huh?” He chuckled.
Before his son could ask what he meant, Laurentius snapped his fingers.
By the time Luscent realized something was terribly wrong, he had all but lost awareness of what was going on with his body.
He had grown fat and heavy these days, after a lifetime of being fairly scrawny and petite. The weight of his gut displaced his center of balance, turning his gait into an awkward waddle as he felt the contents inside shift. In the back of his mind, Luscent was terribly alarmed. Everything was fine.
As far as Luscent was concerned, he was always like this.
The aches and pains of his body had become the background noise to his life, as his heavily altered mind simply refused to put a thought towards what was happening to him. There was a fear there, subtle and enduring through the repeated mind wipes, but Luscent thought little of it, as he did with most things nowadays.
His father had gone easy on him, lately. He didn’t remember the moment his father really looked at his then-smaller stomach, got terribly mad, and then had a rare moment of remorse. Luscent couldn’t see why his father reacted the way he did, as he subconsciously held his swollen belly and soothed the movement inside. Laurentius, looking through his son, realized he must have taken away something of the boy he wasn’t getting back.
“Ah well,” Luscent’s father said, as his moment of regret passed, “at least you’ve given me a do-over.”
He chuckled darkly while rubbing the bared swell of his son’s middle. When Luscent asked what he meant, he told him not to worry about it. Luscent, of course, didn’t remember him saying that afterwards.
While Luscent’s mind remained blissfully unaware, his body still worked through pregnancy without his knowledge. Though he became winded and achy more often now, he still endeavored to do the daily chores he was certain he always did. His stomach was often in the way; getting knocked around and bumping into things more and more as it went through that final growth spurt. Each time this happened, his guts seemed to churn, shapes inside distorting the tight, smooth flesh. Though there was pain, it was oddly pleasurable in itself. The fullness felt good, and he was certainly filled to the brim.
The weight in him had shifted lower lately, though you couldn’t ask Luscent when exactly that was. He had a hard time keeping track of the days. And the hours. But the leaden weight inside of him reminded Luscent of its presence regularly, with drawn-out cramps around his middle. Each time it happened, he would pause and curl around himself until it let up. Then, he would simply go on like nothing happened. Everything was fine! This was normal. He was always like this.
He often felt the base urge to relieve himself throughout the day, so he had gotten used to ignoring it while he was absorbed in his chores. This led, occasionally, to some accidents; he was so sluggish these days, hauling this enormous belly around. The weight often pressed on his bladder and bowels at inopportune moments. When a sharp jab in the pit of his stomach made him wince and bend over his tight stomach, he gasped when he felt the familiar twinge of a release.
His cock was already half-hard from the odd, innate pleasure of the pressure and pain from multiple sources. His full bladder spasming made his erection twitch and dribble a stain into his trousers. Alarmed, Luscent quickly clenched his thighs. There was a deep and inexplicable pain from behind his cock, followed by a messy spray of fluids from the slit that lay there.
Luscent thought the pain and pressure within him had brought him to orgasm, as it would threaten to do before. But there was far too much to be the usual mess of his cunt’s arousal; it practically poured out of him for a good moment, and all the angel could do was hold his cock and moan. Immediately after the deluge stopped, the muscles of his bladder gave way to add to the puddle.
Frozen for a moment by his body’s needs, Luscent just sighed at having to clean up another of his own messes as he went ahead and pissed himself.
Cleaning up afterwards was much more difficult than it usually was, as the weight shifting ever lower through him became more intense and insistent. He was hesitant to squat down and wipe the floor, because he feared he wouldn’t be able to get back up again. The pressure in him answered that indecisiveness by forcing his thighs to spread. The angel moaned through the oddly laborious ordeal of lowering himself to the floor.
It felt… right, spreading his legs in a wide V like this, letting his gut drop between his thighs to settle low over his hips. The pain and pressure was nearly constant, and his dick was so hard he was getting lightheaded. But he had work to do, and he was too disciplined to be distracted by his own bodily needs. At least, as far as he remembered, he was disciplined.
Luscent’s gut sunk into itself, his abdominal muscles clenching in a contraction that was so harsh and sudden that he felt his cock spill a bit unbidden. There was a distinct fullness behind his erection, though he couldn’t compare it to all the dicks he didn’t remember taking in the past. If he could, he would have thought they paled in comparison. Still, he had to clean up after himself.
Luscent fought against his body and its growing need stubbornly, admittedly half-assing cleaning up his own fluids in an effort to be done with it. With immense effort and a few failed attempts, he managed to haul himself back up to his feet. His off-kilter balance made him sway uneasily for a moment, but he managed it. He was used to it. He was always like this.
His body was in full instinctual panic, but his brain remained calm. As if the capacity for fear and anxiety had been cleanly pruned from its synapses. The feeling of something in his aching, aroused pussy hardly phased him, as those uncertain thoughts terminated before they could form. Everything was fine, and he had no reason to run away.
Wait, why was he thinking about that, all of a sudden?
Waddling even more awkwardly than usual, it took a great deal of effort for Luscent to make his way to his own room. His cock chafed in his pants, and the bulge he was barely acknowledging forced his legs apart. His body was making him push, even if the instinctual urge to do so consciously couldn't make it past his mind’s alterations.
He made it through his door before the air was knocked out of his lungs, and his knees went weak. He dropped into a half squat, and felt himself open.
“Haa- Aaaahhh!”
Why was he screaming? Nothing was wrong. Nothing was happening. He was sweat-drenched and in true agony, his arousal only simmering in the background of his body’s urgency. He needed to push. He needed to get back to work. Something was coming out of him. Everything was fine. Why was he even in his room?
Luscent’s oblong gut heaved and sunk into him, and he let out a low and guttural moan. Something large and heavy stretched him to the limit before sliding out, and his cunt spasmed and gushed around what remained of the baby within him.
He felt the weight of the baby’s head bulging in his pants, but he thought nothing of touching it, or pulling the rest of the body out of him. He staggered over to his bed, and sat down heavily.
Luscent cried out again from the pain of the head being forced back inside of him in an instant. His stomach deformed and spasmed, as whatever was attempting to exit him definitely did not like being made to go back in. Despite this, Luscent couldn’t deny that it gave him a powerful orgasm. His cock still pulsed, so overtaxed it was almost painful. His pussy still fluttered around the obstruction jammed inside of him.
Giving into one of the few base needs not interrupted by the altering of his mind, Luscent pulled down his trousers with the intent of pleasuring himself. He was met with a horrid stain of blood-tinged fluids that he hadn’t looked down at before now. His stomach had always hidden his lower half from view, but now it had deflated and become misshapen. He could see now that the angle of his twitching cock was pushed up and outward from a bulge that rounded out below it. His swollen lips were spread, and as he leaned forward to inspect them, they pulled back around a fuzzy round Something that endeavored to leave his body.
Wracked with confusion, the heavy tampering with his brain made it harder for him to react in time to catch the head as it crowned. Luscent shivered as more fluids sprayed from his hole, and his body contracted insistently to give birth.
To give birth.
He was giving birth?
Luscent moaned from feeling - and watching - the very real and undeniable baby slip out between his legs. He only barely caught it before it could tumble to the floor, that instinct mercifully spared from his father’s tampering.
The full extent of the pain he was ignoring sunk into him. As did the fear, and the panic. The fear of not only what was going to happen to him, but what would happen to his apparent son once his father finds him in this state.
His memory was spotty, and his thoughts felt scattered at his feet.. There were bits and pieces being put back together; moments of where he knew he was pregnant, and he tried to leave, all cut short by his father’s immense power over him. He knew. His father knew and he kept him like this.
‘Ah well,’ Luscent’s father said, as his moment of regret passed, ‘at least you’ve given me a do-over.’
The wet and wailing infant in his hands was a mercifully grounding - and positively terrifying - reminder of what Luscent had to do now, no matter what.
The first time Luscent managed to escape, his child was in his arms, and he was going to keep that memory with him forever.
Still not dead, just very inactive because of... Life I guess?
Long story short, I've been busy af irl which meant that I have been too busy for writing and stuff, and when I did have time I just didn't have energy or motivation...
I still hope to come back here to write more one day, but I'm so damn slow at writing that it's not even funny :')
So yeah, just an update on little ol' me, who really hopes to come back and be a member of the preg community once again ^^
I can’t believe it’s been 8 years since I gathered the courage to make an mpreg blog and post my stories… Thank you guys for sticking with me for so long ^-^
Requests 444, 4. A guy with a pregnant women fetish, he downloads a dating app and after some swipes, he finds five months pregnant woman. They hit it off, dinner, fun...and during the night, they have sex. But she drugs him and the day after, he notices he's bloated and the lady ran off. There's a note? "Welcome to the seahorse world"? She's... seahorse human? Don't females leave their babies on-? Looks at his bloated and moving belly, and he's left with a child. And before he could find her, he's in term and in labor months after their encounter. Complicated birth, alone and breech... Twins. (Pleeeeaseeeeeeeeee)
Hi! It’s been years since I posted to this blog, but I was inspired by this prompt and had to write some of it, hopefully I’ll get around to write more another time x3 I tried to keep as true to the request as possible, but I also gave myself some loose reins with the details of the story x3 If you like what I write, I have a tumblr blog where I’ve also written a lot of other fics! Love, Mpregplease <3
Something’s Fishy
25 year old Matt was bored, like always. It had been way too long since he’d had any ‘action’, and that meant he was hornier than usual. Normal women and porn just didn’t get him off like he found that pregnant women did, and he was really craving that sweet, sweet sight of a full belly on him.
What to do when you’re feeling horny? Dating apps, of course! But lately Matt had heard about a special new dating app called Bellyy, where you could hook up with pregnant women. A true godsend in these trying times!
After having downloaded it, Matt quickly made an account where he posted a bit about himself, nothing too horny or personal but purposefully kept vague, then began swiping left and right. Most women were too early on in their pregnancy, and so they weren’t considered ‘sexy enough’ by Matt.
But one woman caught his eye.
A woman with a decent face and a decently sized bump.
He immediately swiped to the right, hoping for a match and perhaps even some action that very same evening.
And lo and behold, the woman accepted him.
Matt waited for some time so that he didn’t seem too interested, but he didn’t have to wait long as the woman introduced herself first.
Her name was Jessica, she was 21 years old, and she was 5 months pregnant. Matt didn’t care about the rest, all that mattered was the pictures she would send him, all ripe and ready for taking… And she seemed quite nice, maybe even a little desperate.
It didn’t matter. Matt would take her out for dinner that very evening and take her to bed later that night. That was a promise he made himself and his aching dick.
She picked a restaurant, something with seafood, and Matt was too busy thinking about getting laid to actually think about how bad that idea was. Pregnant women shouldn’t eat seafood, but Matt didn’t know that as he only ever watched porn and never got around to know what pregnant people should and shouldn’t do.
Putting on some nice, casual clothes, Matt gave himself a quick glance in the mirror. He looked nice with his bright eyes, short, styled hair, and of course he couldn’t forget his huge dic-
An alarm went off to remind him that he had to leave right that very minute. Well, he looked great, and that was what was important.
Out the door he went, into his car and to the restaurant.
Jessica was already sitting there, her dark hair looking slightly damp as if she had just been out in the rain. Otherwise, she looked pretty. Especially her baby bump was cute. Matt’s lustful thoughts went on to think about how she would look when she had grown larger, and already there he could feel that he really needed this tonight.
Playing the role of a gentleman, Matt kissed Jessica’s hand politely, then sent her a charming smile which she shyly mirrored.
She was actually rather cute. Too bad he wouldn’t stay around long enough to really get to know her.
The evening went off without a hitch, and when she suggested skipping dessert and going directly to her place, Matt was more than willing.
It didn’t take long to go to her place, so Matt left the car by the restaurant and walked with her to the little shack by the ocean she lived in. Or rather, he walked and she waddled slightly. It was endearing, actually… But Matt wasn’t there for the lazy mornings in bed that came with married life.
He was there for sex.
And sure enough, there was plenty of sex. After round 3 Matt excused himself and went to the bathroom, a little out of breath and tired, but this girl was amazing, and so he would make sure he didn’t regret it when he left in the morning before she woke up.
When he came back, Jessica laid there in all her naked, pregnant glory, a nod towards a glass of champagne waiting for him on the nightstand.
“To give you strength.” She said with a cocky smile on her lips.
Matt didn’t think anything of it. He downed the glass, feeling the fizz in his nose and nothing else, then climbed back into bed to claim Jessica once more.
He began thrusting, but slowed down slightly as his drive was fading.
The last thing he managed to think was that he was getting mighty tired… And then he blacked out.
When Matt woke up the next morning, he felt heavier than usual. It was like all his limbs had turned into lead, no, his whole body had. And he felt a headache coming in.
It was light outside, which meant that it was probably a little later than he would have liked to leave. But as long as Jessica was asleep, nothing awkward would come off of it. The duvet was still covering him as he opened his eyes, instinctively looking to his side to be mindful of the pregnant woman beside him.
But there was no pregnant woman in the bed. No one was beside him, strangely enough. Matt found it weird, but perhaps she had gone for breakfast or was taking a shower?
But no siren song could be heard from the bathroom, nor was there a note by the nightstan-
Wait, what was that? Matt could see a note on the other nightstand where his empty glass of champagne from the night before stood. Reaching over to take it, he realised that his heavy body was especially heavy in his midsection. And when he looked down, it looked really bloated. Maybe even a little like Jessica’s pregnant bump…
Matt finally reached the piece of paper, and scribbled in hasty, bad writing, were a couple of words Matt read out loud: “Welcome to the Seahorse World”.
It was too early for a damn prank! But… When he thought about it, Jessica might not have been entirely human. The seafood, the damp hair, the shack by the ocean.
Could she be… A seahorse human?
A weird sensation in his heavy abdomen made Matt look down under the duvet, feeling how something was moving inside him. A… A baby?
Had Jessica just fucked him over by leaving her damn spawn inside him and left??
Anger welled up in Matt and he immediately got out of bed to look for her, or, as quickly as he could with the sudden weight in his belly. It was weird and awkward, and even if he wanted to run around and yell at her, he could barely run in this new condition, already a little out of breath from just getting out of bed and walking around in the shack.
Damn woman! How dare she transfer her spawn to him! He would find her as soon as possible, and then she would take it back!
He swore right then and there that he would find Jessica and force her to make him normal again. No matter what it took.
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