The next morning, Allison woke to sunshine filtering into the room. Deucalion was already up and not in the room.
Stretching out, she looked at the clock." Damn. Eleven in the morning". Allison normally didn't sleep that late. Must have been the food coma she'd slipped into last night. And right on cue, her stomach rumbled. Loudly.
Groaning, Allison scooted out of bed, careful for the baby bump and padded to the bathroom. After she finished her business, which seemed to take a lot longer than usual, she stood in front of the huge mirror and studied her underwear-clad body. She could tell that her breasts were already bigger, heavier. Her tummy was rounded over the elastic of her lace panties.
She rubbed her hands on her stomach, already in love with her son growing inside of her. Despit
