4 months along.
a pile of oversized shirts lay on the bed as they pull yet another over the swell of their stomach. they frown in the mirror as the fabric clings to their bump, fabric folds like arrows pointing to the baby growing inside of them.
it feels useless for them to try to hide it anymore. they'd already abandoned their binder a month ago, their newly sensitive tits protesting the constricting garment. the way their nipples rub against their shirts now isn't much better though. despite it all, they remain determined, wearing heavy sweaters through the summer heat and resisting the urge to rest a hand on their bump whenever they're in public.
they don't know how long they can keep this up. they consider hiding, avoiding their friends until they give birth. they're nauseous at the idea of everyone knowing they've been bred. would they be teased for going and getting themselves knocked up? would their tits be groped and sucked on till they're swollen with milk months ahead of schedule? god, and their belly would be irresistible, hands prodding and rubbing it despite their protests. fuck, the hormones are getting to them again.