Jul 28
Concept: you come into my room and I’m on my knees, my belly so huge by this point that I’m leaning against it while it rests against the bed. My litter is moving so aggressively in me that I’m actively rocking from all the movement, moaning from all the pleasure of my litter jerking around in me. It’s like I’m getting fucked from the inside. My belly is so overstuffed with babies that it’s like I’m leaning on an undulating yoga ball, my tits like basketballs perched on top of my womb.
“I’m so…fucking…PREGNANT!” I wail, groping at the bulging sides of my abdomen as my litter roils beneath my hands.
“I’m too big…TOO BIG!”
Too bad I still have three long, increasingly heavy months left.
