PleasantPink also one of those cute little mousepics just makes me think about having cute little preggy bellies and having warm tender moments with the realization you're going to be a mom even if you have no business being one. Balros Nnnnf. Mousies with plumpfat pregnancies are the bbbeeeessst. 'specially those that shove those tums and fat mommytits against a squirrel's face. while frotting sheaths PleasantPink You look away for a second, then wonder if that cashier at the mall was always pregnant. Did she rub her belly with a loving gesture just now or was that just by accident? You bump into a woman who apologizes, she's just so big it's hard to get around. That gaggle of grade-school mice are petting each other's tummies and talking about how excited they are to be mommies soon. Your dragon friend oofs and makes a comment about how his back hurts, because he's nine months pregnant with twins. Balros Balros pauses to glance back, carrying his shopping bag of new outfits he's just purchased, giving a concerned expression as he watches the mousette cashier press the curve of her tum to the glass of the countertop. Did that just...? Oomf, he walks face-first into the mallgoing crowd, ending up getting seated on a mall bench next to his pregnant dragon boyfriend, all of his purchases somehow making it onto the bodies of those mousegirls clustered nearby. Made to fit his hefty package, all the mice are soon sporting bulges that tighten even that customized fabric. "Unf! Shopping just gets harder and harder, doesn't it?" He says, awkwardly slipping an arm around your side. PleasantPink PleasantPink groans, waddling his way next to Balros. His undersized T-shirt lifts up off his belly, his pants pushed down a little by the big, purple bulge. He has to lean back a little to compensate, looking so round and tight that he might drop any day now. His tummy shifts visibly, rolling on one side, then the other. "Oof, y-yeah, especially so close to my due date," PleasantPink comments almost casually as he sits down on the bench next to his boyfriend. He sighs with relief and leans into Balros's side, just watching the mall-goers. There seem to be a lot of mice out today. A group of schoolgirls, younger than the couple, giggle and stop almost directly in front of them. Their cute bellies poke out of their tops, and they take turns feeling the babies moving in each one. Below their skirts, the two shapes of heavy bells dropping can be seen stretching their tight panties, but they seem more concerned with giddily talking about how excited they are to be mommies. Balros The squirrelboy remembers buying you that shirt just the other day, and now it looks so tight and small, though he can't quite place his finger on why. It couldn't be those breasts you've grown since you got knocked up, and no way is it because of the rounded swell of life curving out in front of you. Perhaps it just shrunk in the wash. He palms slowly over the side of your swell, each stroking caress pushing into the padding of fat that layers your healthy, obscene pregnancy. Yet while you relax, he tenses up when the micegirls step over, seeming to show off how their fluffy tums push forward with plush new life. The way they stand so close to each other, soon their bellies are pressing and touching against each other, kicks and bumps visible under their pristine fur. "This'll be my fifth litter, for my fifth birthdays! I hope I have five this time, it'll be perfect!" "I'm even more pregnant than my mom this time, I can't wait to start breastfeeding." "Do these glasses make me look like a granny? I think my girls are getting a head start on being mommies!" PleasantPink PleasantPink croons as he leans into your side, the petting on his plush tummy making him wiggle. "So many pregnant girls out today!" he says with a little giggle himself, the mice all showing their bellies by pulling up their little shirts. A taller mouse-woman walks past, dressed in a sharp business suit and pencil skirt. A tiny mouse girl, maybe no more than two, waddles next to her, holding her hand and sucking her thumb. They both are very swollen, the mouse girl's belly pushing out her cute little single dress. Her mother's blouse is popped open all the way to her fat breasts, her pregnancy large and churning. She talks on the phone with her other hand, as if completely oblivious to the fact that she's burdensomely pregnant and her daughter looks ripe and round. "My nuts just feel so full, like they're gonna burst," the mother says, and the hints of her white-furred orbs bounce down the bottom of her skirt. There's no hiding her daughter's bulges either, as a thick sheath and heavy set of balls bounce below the hem of her dress, thanks to how much fabric her tummy pulls. Balros Balros can easily see over the heads of the gaggle of breedheavy mousegirls to the older woman, who has a lovely thick and long tail that helps keep the younger girl close and at pace with the longer-stride mom. While the smaller girl's gut and bulge are swelling forward heavy, fat'n'full at a fairly steady pace, the mousewoman's pregnancy seems to accelerate in fits and spurts of growth, as if full grown mousegirls are shoving into her womb to add to her litter size. Since he gets to peek at the silky-furred swells of mouseballs peeking from dresses and skirts, Balros finds his own shorts are beginning to fail in their task at constraining his size. "Hey, uh... I need to..."He murmurs, squeezing in closer to you, using his free hand to unzip his fly and let his stiffening pink spire disappear into the space beneath your scaled belly, throbbing beneath your clutch and above your sheathbulge. Fat spurts of his cum are mostly caught by your belly, but a good volume gushes out the other side over your hip and thig over the bench. With a gameboy in hand, a mouseboy seats himself right on the puddle, though a girlish, breathy sigh passes through his lips as he relaxes and wriggles into the stain. His hair cascades down his neck and shoulders, which he brushes out of his eyes with a second pair of pink paws that push from his sides. Those new hands start roaming across his swelling middle, hefting and cupping his chest. "I can't wait to be a mommy, can't you?" He asks you, leaning into your side in an overly familiar way, his belly pushing out past his knees. PleasantPink PleasantPink shivers just a little as you let out your cock so openly, and his belly shudders. It bulges visibly, pushing out as your virile maleness slides between it and the thicker, fuzzier sheath. He arches his back. "Need to use my pussy, Bal?" he asks, giggling just a little as his pink tail waves behind him. When that mouseboy joins them, he looks at the little guy with a smile, reaching a hand over to place on top of his bulging belly as it thumps and kicks forward into a swollen sphere. "Mm, I know, I'm so ready to have babies!" PleasantPink giggles enthusiastically. Another older woman, this time a fox, pushes a stroller in front of the bench. As she walks past, the stroller itself shifts and creaks, going from a single basket to two side by side, and then another row above that one. In each, small, giggling mousebabies wriggle and coo as their bellies start to swell forward, easily becoming as large as they are. The fox-woman smiles as her belly bumps against the handlebar of the four-seat stroller. "Mm, that's my girls. Getting a good head start!" she says with a loving, maternal tone, her tail lengthening behind her, her teeth starting to push over her lip in large, bucked incisors. She looks over at the three boys sitting on the bench and gives them a warm smile. "So nice to see cute couples out with their bellies all swollen next to their husband!" Balros The huffing squirrel gives a blush as you offer your hot snatch, but the girlish squeak from the pregnant mouseboy suggests he's got one too. The musk-rich spunk from the squirrel soaking into both mouse and dragon boyfriend, a tingle forming between your legs. Pink begins to wash into the mouse, from your hip and paw, while fur grows in waves across your form. Cute buck teeth push forward, and toes wiggle as shoes pop off. Soon, Balros is reaching past your hip to hug the mouseboy's far side, pressing the two of you closer together - with a soft drawn out hiss and a gentle pop, hips are joined and legs are shared, shoulders integrating. Mouse-arms push from your side next to Balros to cuddle and pet him, while dragon paws grow from his side to helpfully dislodge the foxmouse mom's carriage wheel from where it gets caught on a potted plant. "Thank you, Ma'am!" Balros squeaks, shifting his position to wedge his cock - which has swelled past three feet in length - between the curves of the two side-by-side pregnancies of his dual mousedragon partners. He has to get up on his knees, giving him a good peek into the carriage full of life. It stretches forward in front of her as she stretches backwards, heavy pink and black mousepaws touching the linolium floor as she taurs out, balls and shaft dragging behind her as her huge tauric belly brushes the floor beneath her. PleasantPink PleasantPink moans softly as he feels his body pressing, merging with the mouseboy. The doubled up dragonmouse shudders, minds merging, but each head remaining separate. Six hands start to caress their four breasts and full belly. Their side-by-side sheaths plump as their clothing expands to attempt to cover their merged bodies, their side-by-side pregnancies splaying off to either side. "Mm, Bal," he huffs from his buck-toothed dragon snout. "I'm so horny!" his mouse-head says in equal passion. His back arches as you get up, and he surges up off the bench. Turning around, he plants four hands on the back of the bench, lifting his twin tails to expose his double-hipped backside. Asscheeks jostle and bump against one another, heavy furred mouseballs dangling in his new skirt. It flips up to reveal his doublepussed backside, giving you the choice to fuck a heavy, swollen womb...or the other. The foxmouse taur moans thickly as her sheath and balls touch the floor, her belly spreading slightly under her. She starts to waddle forward on her way, the eight bellies jutting out from the stroller looking like obscene, furred melons instead of the eight mousebabes. As her fat form moves out of the way, the gaggle of mousegirls now are all sitting on the floor, a mixture of fluids and stains all over around them. They cradle naked mouselings against their heavy breasts, talking amongst themselves as they nurse their newborns. Balros Balros gets in the way of the reforming clothes, fingertips circling areolae to let the plump teats push forth from fancily embroidered holes. Likewise, airy and breathable fabric enshroud thick thighs and thicker sheaths, heavy sacs and have zippers over each pussy and tailhole. When you finally rise up, the squirrel slides his four foot erection forth to let it wobble upright and spurt a fat rope that nearly reaches the mall ceiling. As he proceeds to pick both holes by letting a second sheath and third leg shove forth from his hips, the errant rope of squirrelspunk lands in a thick ivory splat atop the gaggle of nursing mousegirls and their babes. Rotund bellies spread across the floor as thighs splay wide and more mice push from pussies, fatbellied tykes trundling out proudly display their heavy busts, big sheaths and sacs, and cradle their curving tummies. A skunk lady leaving the bathroom steps out into the circle of mice, soft handpaws stroking up her thigh to sweetly peel off her shorts and expose her puss. Young mice are pushed into her arms to nurse from her, and she slowly sinks to her knees and then take a seat as her womb expands with new life. In moments, she's just a black and white striped mousegirl as young as the rest, nursing six girls at the same time. PleasantPink PleasantPink double-moans as those cocks press into his cunts, and his bellies suddenly bulge to the bench, pressing into it. Four breasts become six, and six become eight, spreading down the sides of his bellies. Two hands go back to grip his asscheeks and spread them, letting them bounce a little around your cocks while the other four brace against the bench. The soft fabric around his balls and sheath seem to leak, as drooling mousecum oozes from his shafts even if he's not even erect or dropped yet. Broad mouse ears flick against the sides of his dragon-head, his pink scales starting to break up into white fur. That skunk-girl, now a mouse, moans loudly as her snatch spreads. Large, white domes start to push out of her, like she's laying fuzzy eggs...but as soon as they're out, the swollen bellies roll over as legs develop, mousegirls standing up and able to walk within moments...if "walk" means "waddle heavily" and take a baby from one of the other mousegirls to help breastfeed the growing pile of heavily-pregnant mouse-wombs. Balros Balros runs his hands up your tails and spines, spines that get longer and slightly closer together as mouse and dragon husbands are integrating. His hips move in long and steady strokes, stirring eight feet deep into six feet of dragonmouse boyherms. New eyes push out onto each face, a second tongue spills past your lips, and a third and fourth pussy pop open adjacent to the ones the squirrel is stuffing. Bellies bigger than soccer balls spread your new petals, followed by pretty paws and limbs, mousedaughters that clutch the squirrel's arms and chestfloof to pull their pregnant selves out from your body. "Congratulations, you're a mommy now!" He chirps, taking the first two daughters and letting them sink onto his sheath to be stuffed fuller, fatter, bigger by an extra few cocks he lets forth from his sheath.