“Why did I say ‘yes’?!” Lindsey groaned, standing in front of her mirror three months later with a belly that defied logic. It was still so early, however she looked fit to go into labour in mere weeks. Just how many little tykes did Alyssa knock her up with this time?
Of course, that meant hormones and cravings. So many cravings. Frankly, the most exhausting part of this pregnancy was keeping up with her hunger pangs. It seemed like every other minute she wanted something different, all of it rich and creamy and absolutely dense with fat. Lindsey pinched her hips between her hands, since fingers wouldn’t be enough, and grimaced again. She tried keeping a positive outlook, she really did, but it was looking less and less possible for her to get back to her old figure.
Not that any of the futanari minded. Sasha slid in behind her, replacing her hands to squeeze all that she could reach.
“If you ask me,” Sasha said while double-handing a single breast, “You look a billion times sexier.”
“I don’t want sexier. I want healthy. Which this isn’t!”
“You say that, but you’ve been so energetic lately,” the futa lowered her head and voice, breathing the words right into Lindsey’s ear, “Not just anyone could move like that with all this resplendent beauty.”
She...had a point. Still, Lindsey groaned in frustration as she bent over the basin. Even compared to the previous pregnancy, she was impossibly horny. Just a few words and the feel of a rock hard dick against her ass got her sopping wet. The best part though was all the bad thoughts went away the second that cock filled her. Every speck of negativity melted in the hazy sauna of sex.
God she was turning into such a slut.