The next day, mike sat up groggily. He stretched and yawned, his massive butt clenching as he did so. Jesse is silent, so he assumes she is asleep, and he wanders to have breakfast. He put on the tv as he ate, flicking through channels to find something interesting, and he did.
One of the news channels was talking about some mundane story, but in the background sat a woman with an enormously pregnant stomach, her belly resting between her thighs as she sipped on a coffee, and mike new she was his first target.
He moved as fast as he could, throwing on a thong and a pair of stretchy yoga pants that hugged his butt tightly, and a tank top which hung on his shoulders. He rushed out the door, jogging towards the cafe he saw the news broadcast going on. He was possessed by the need to find the woman, and he rounded a corner and saw her waddling along, her belly swaying as she walked. Mike ran up to her, and acting on instinct, wrapped his arms around the woman and placed them on her stomach.
Her clothes dissapeared with a poof, and she gasped and moaned, and you felt her legs and arms quickly shrink away, her stomach gaining the extra mass. She moaned as her butt and back flowed into her stomach, and she moaned loudly in pleasure as the last trace of her dissapeared, leaving only an enormous stomach, easily six months with ten children inside. Mike is about to put it on, but hesatates, holding his stomach to be against his tank top. Should he go home first, or do it right here?