#- belly

[belly-afflictions]

fellas, is it weird that one of the things i’m most looking forward to is having my belly button pop out and flatten as i grow heavier with a brood every passing day?

[belly-afflictions]

ooh! ooh! pick me! pick me!

yes sir. *ahem* i think a good way to subdue prisoners is to attach them to tentacles that are too big for their holes and stretch them out to the point where their legs are shaking and there is squirming just under their skin, pulsing with the threat of eggs laying in them and also the tentacles are covered in aphrodisiac and there are suckers lining the outside of the tentacle and—

no. no, i’m not humping the chair. that’s just… normal squeaking, sir.

[belly-afflictions]

Prods tummy~

this tummy? such an incubus prods this plush, chubby belly woefully empty and unused? my, just watch how it jiggles, waiting desperately to be filled up with whatever, whoever, whichever you may desire.