Only shameful thing is that you're not here, doing just that. The belly is the sexiest spot. Yeah tits are great, ass is fun, dicks are wonderful, but they don't compare to the belly. Be obsessed with it, worship my tummy, encourage it to grow as big as you want. Kiss it, cum all over it, get rough with it if you'd like.

Indeed, as you watch your owner, show you off to his friends. Your yellow legs kicking the air, already lifted off of the ground by your egg stuffed gut.

You beam with pride, overhearing him say something about "Record-breaking" and "A very promising career" drawing height comparisons too that Farigiraf stud he brought in... last month you think?

Anyway, none of that really matters right now. Your owner is happy so you're happy. Even when he starts talking about bringing in the bigger studs.

You can handle it, even when you start to approach continent population numbers, you'll always want more.

I want to say "anything that makes my owner happy makes me happy," but at a certain point, it's clear I'm way more excited about my growth.

Studs will start to catch onto my light signals and breed me when my owner isn't around. Sometimes, I'll hit my owner with confuse ray an encourage him to book several more studs than planned.

Better question is how big are you willing to make me? I don't have a limit, so long as you got more to give, I'll keep growing. So if you just want to see me with a cute little baby bump and ample tits, that works. Or maybe you want to see me hauling around an exercise ball sized belly and tits beyond ZZZ cup Bigger? We can go room filling!

I just want to get up from behind, wrap my arms around him, and jerk him off stupid.

I'm back-ish. It's pretty common for me to take breaks. But Momma Kream's ready and waiting for all the fun asks.

So this might be weird, but throw in going about my day as normal, and this would be ideal slice of life for me.

There's something about every inch of my body screaming with pleasure, except it all registers as a fun, little tingle. Rock hard and spewing baby-batter like a firing hose. Boobs pour extra thick milk down my bloated curves. Hundreds upon hundreds of kicks pounding at my insides. And of course, all the intense contractions.

Things any normal person would be mind broken by, but I tank it. Not numb to it, it still feels good! But I can grab the mail, make a snack, or just chill like it wasn't happening.

(And, so long as the burps aren't stinky. Smell is weird. I love musk and sweat. But burps are a stink I don't care for. Do love burps in a "relieve pressure" way, though)