“Well Baby, What Do You Think? You’ve Only Been Gone Six Weeks, But That Time Sure Has Done A Number

“Well Baby, what do you think? You’ve only been gone six weeks, but that time sure has done a number on our poor bellies. Remember how flat our stomachs were when I let you cum in both of us? You knew how fertile we were and about the hormones we were taking, but you couldn’t help yourself could you? You wanted to fuck us full of babies and grow right out of our clothes.

I can only squeeze myself into these yoga pants now, and my best friend is popping out of her stretch pants! And look what your litter has done to her boobs! Her little A cups are busting out of the C cups I lent her. What do you think we should do about it?”

He stared lustfuly at the sight before him. “I guess I need to take you to get some maternity pants. The way you two are growing, you’ll be waddling around the house in no time at all.”

“Well, before we do that, why don’t we go upstairs and welcome you home?”