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Grrrrrrrggggggl…
Lio sits back and rubs his gut as the eggs shift around inside him, spelling out another growth spurt. Carrying them for the Promare is nothing new for him. He just didn’t expect they’d still need him after they left. "Gah–!" His belly quakes before spilling further into his lap with a loud belch. He's become so huge, he's developed an oddly precise routine as he waits for delivery.
Waltz slowly from the kitchen to the living room to bed. And during the living room snack time, he's incredibly gassy. Probably because of the quality of the snacks. But Lio would rather blame the clutch. "Bruuuuurp… " He pats his tummy as if the eggs are remotely capable of calming down. The full three boxed mac and cheeses he just finished eating straight out of the pot beg to differ. The two liters of soda aren't going to be of much help either. At this point, he's been drinking straight from the bottles.
The tail end of carrying these eggs is always the hardest when it comes to cravings. And why wouldn’t he oblige? The more nourishment the better. Big, healthy eggs are what’s expected. They’re also more fun to carry and deliver. His tight belly has made clothing an effectively fruitless effort. It’s oddly satisfying to know his clutch is so large that it still sticks out the bottom of such a large shirt. At this point his protruding belly button is just barely staying covered. The television might be on, and he might be munching on chips and watching, but his constantly churning belly demands more of his attention.
His eggs even shift a certain way that prompts his dick to harden right against the underside of his huge stomach. Lio is grateful no one else is around to hear the short series of farts that slip out of him in response. His body really loves to act on its own these days… It takes a few attempts to stand up this time and he waddles awkwardly over to the bedroom, pair of farts letting loose notwithstanding. “Maybe they’ll finally come out.” He muses to himself as he searches his drawer.
The Burnish leader doesn’t take it up the ass unless he needs to carry a clutch, and even then he usually jerks himself off by rubbing his dick against his clutch. But he really doesn’t know if he can with the cacophony of air now constantly interjecting his solitude. He stops in the bedroom mirror after he fishes out the lengthy dildo, really taking in his figure and how thoroughly this pregnancy has warped it. The front never feels like it does him enough justice, even if his stomach is very clearly wider than the rest of his thin frame. He could tell someone he’s carrying ten babies, and it’d be hard to argue at first glance.
A side view lets him see everything. The way his impressive dick tents and presses flush against the underside of his massive belly, his hugely enlarged ass sticks out just as much behind him, (that he swears gets bigger when another fart squeaks out), and… Lio’s eyes trail to his chest. He carefully pulls up his shirt to get a better look, hand cupping one of the tiny mosquito bites that are now becoming a barely perceptible pair of breasts. “Aaaahh…” Tweaking a nipple feels like a dream. They’re so sensitive and full, milk sprays aggressively out of his nipple from every duct. He feels like he could cum just from this.
But, of course, just as he gets into it a long fart stops his hands. He lightly slaps the bubbling mass of food and offspring, this time forcing gas out of both ends in response. Lio instinctively holds onto the sides of his beach ball belly as several more burps and farts jolt, loud and brassy in defiance… He should’ve known. “Okay– URRRRP… Let’s get this taken care of.”
Navigating back to the kitchen island, Lio suctions the toy onto the side of a counter as his fingers do their best to prepare him. There’s a lot of cheek back there now making the whole process a little awkward. At least the slick always leaking out of his asshole is a good way to determine if he's close. When he finally spreads his hole out with his fingers, it lets out one last defiant fart before he stuffs it with the dildo.
"Mmmhh…" … What? The way the gas immediately starts curdling and adding to the swell in his belly isn't supposed to make this hotter, yet here Lio is. He holds onto the sides of his bloat, dismissing the way his dick twitched as a fluke before moving himself back and forth against the fake cock. The relatively quick (for his figure) movements prompt his stomach to slosh, churn, gurgle, and– "BUUUUURRRRP!" …Grow. The "UURP!!" gas is "BWOOOOURRRRP…" making his stomach get even bigger.
His newly amplified burps add extra jiggle to the way his breasts… Lio's hands move up to his milk ladened teats, constantly leaking as their steady expansion "BEEEEEELCH!" gets little spurts of growth every time a room quaking burp slips its way out. The mosquito bites bloat to D's "URRRP!" F's "BWOOOOUUUURP!!" J's "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP!!!" …Whatever size the masses are, they're already bigger than his head. Lio lets the milk tanks flop and rubs the sphere of jostling eggs as his dick practically pisses cum. The long belching moan as his tits become these huge milk sprinklers leaves him questioning if it was the dildo or the brood that got him to spray so… aggressively. It doesn't matter.
He sinks to the floor sitting in a puddle of his own seed and milk, the latter still getting contributions from his newly fattened nipples. His shirt got so small from his growth spurt, it's practically a crop top just to hide his jugs. A bubbling churn leaves him concerned for a moment, rubbing his belly as he tries to assess if the contractions are starting. The sound seems to ripple against some fluid that sounds like it's sloshing on its own in his belly. Lio's ass cheeks even twitch and quiver on their own as the rumble gets louder.
…The huge, long brassy fart that takes way too much time leaves Lio gasping and moaning throughout. He ruts his belly against his still hard cock. The tightness in the mass as his ass keeps threatening his ability to put on any pants in the future leaves him insatiable. He’ll get back up. He always does, but for now he’ll leave himself at the mercy of his pregnancy… and hope that the changes are temporary.