“It’s a light dress, and I don’t think they can have a problem when I let them get their giant c***s out all over the damn place whenever they shift,” I snapped, not meaning to get annoyed with her, but it was too hot.
My body felt like it was getting slowly baked.
The life that I carried came with many other inconvenient symptoms, like frequent peeing that was much easier without the overcoat, and I didn’t want the heavy fabric on my stomach when I felt like I was suffocating already.
Not to mention the constant ache attached to the fact that they rammed themselves inside me every other hour of the day.
I wasn’t complaining about that one so much though. For the last few days, I had been the one demanding sating, they just obliged.
“You like driving them insane, don’t you?” She
