01-02-2010, 02:38 AM
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date is fine~  . 548 words, SSWM. The voice was one from the past. Mostly asleep (which was much of how she spent these days, so close she was to delivering these puppies), it sounded like merely a dream. Sometimes Princess showed up in those, on occasion. The pain had eased with the simple application of time, but she still had moments where her daughter's absence felt like a palpable thing. Especially right after Addison had moved out; the loneliness really got to her. Soon, though, soon she'd have company again. Little annoying squealing balls of tiny company.. But still, better than nothing. And god, then she would be beautiful again. How fat she was right now! That was what kept her isolated, kept her hiding out from the rest of the pack. Tokyo wasn't the most social of creatures in the world, but normally she liked more interaction than this. Soon, soon she could be rid of this spawn and step back into the real world. Her first thought, on her pathway back to consciousness, was that maybe it was Addison, coming back to visit. But no, once her nose woke up it was fairly clear that the distinctive D'Angelo's scent was not hanging in the air. It was fairly clear that.. What, Princess?! Tokyo jolted awake instantly, double-checking her nose, fluttering open eyelids to focus ice-cold orbs on the form silhouetted in the doorway. She was bigger, now. How old was she? A year, no, over a year, how long had it been? God, how old was Tokyo herself, now? It didn't matter, didn't matter as long as she didn't look her age, as long as she was still beautiful... Which of course, she wasn't at the moment. But she'd regain her good looks! It was their fault she had ended up in this situation anyway, Haku just couldn't resist her beauty. Pushing her up to a standing position on her two legs (impregnated in this form, she was trapped living in optime - at least she could read fairy tales to while away the hours), she stumbled wearily towards the door. She had a plush lavender robe on, tied loosely around her gigantic belly. This was not going to be a litter of just one or two, she half-expected to end up with more children than the last time she gave birth. She had this and two stretchy dresses that were big enough to still fit her in her gigantic state of being. Her hair was in more disarray than Princess had probably ever seen in her entire life, frizzy and unbrushed. Tokyo couldn't help but run her fingers through her golden brown curls, trying to smooth it out as she approached her long gone daughter. "May I help you?" Her tone was cool and cordial. Her left hand rested protectively on her belly. She wasn't sure how she felt about Princess' visit, but she knew that she wanted her daughter to hurt for the pain that she had caused. That was only fair, wasn't it? Her eyes swept over her daughter's form. At least she was taking good care of her body, she was still pretty. If only Buttface hadn't fucked her over so badly, hadn't poisoned her sweet, loving nature.. |