:: 4+Palaydrian was huge. She felt as large and uncomfortable as one of the the tractor tires-gone gardening pit in her little bit of Eden. The massive girth only contributed to the deep seeded embarrassment she felt at bringing even more attention to her optime trapped form in a lupine form loving pack. The woman couldn’t help it! She had shifted a few weeks ago to transport some chicken wire she had found balled up and half rusting in the river that flowed through New Dawn back to her garden, where it would help with keeping the summer’s new bounty of rabbits out of her vegetables and herbs. And that was when the first active stabs hit her. There was no denying her pregnancy now and as a first time mother, she simply couldn’t risk shifting and hurting her unborn children. So once again, the Omega was stuck on two legs, while her family prefered four.
The kindhearted woman couldn’t help but feel her body was on display, her golden mane had grown insanely long and lustrous, Drin’s curves were rounded and supple, and her breasts had become swollen and engorged beneath her cream fur. No longer was she to be confused for an adolescent. The yearling was pure woman, fertile and simply glowing in her pregnancy. However, she unfortunately saw none of this and insisted she resembled something of a house, waddling away from the communal den as often as she could to laze beside the river. At least here she could wade in to take the weight off her hips and cool her tender ankles. And often times she’d think of Jiva and how he filled her head daily with lies about how beautiful she was. Of course they weren’t lies to him, but she felt nothing close to even pretty right now, especially when walking a few feet caused her brow to glisten with sweat.
An exhausted sigh came from her dark lips as the woman dipped her feet into the water and reclined back on her elbows. Her back was killing her, but at the moment the rush of coldness from the mountains felt Luna sent. A pleased smile spread across her face as she closed her ocean eyes to the world and listened to the birdsong of the morning. Drin’s moment of bliss lasted less than a minute when her stomach gave a lurch of protest. Hungry again? She mused, as one of her gloved hands lovingly caressed the large bulge a few inches beneath her breasts. It moved beneath her digits, adding more pressure to her bladder. Okay, okay! She protested, rising out of her reclined position and haphazardly trying to get back onto her feet.
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