10-03-2015, 10:28 PM
Cal rolled his eyes. "No, you don't," he scoffed, cradling his bump as he pulled himself off the bed, grunting at the strain in his back and massaging it. "Your hormones are acting up or something. I know for one thing that you didn't find me attractive before we got turned into walking bombs. And anyway..."
He pulled his shirt back over as much of his belly as he could cover and started walking to the kitchen, the young man cringing at the dumpy waddle in his stride. "Even if you did, the last thing I want to do right now is cuddle another pregnant dude. Speaking of which..." He glared over at the other big-bellied man. "Get rid of that wretched box. If I see it, I might just do something rash." He half-walked half-waddled out the door a moment later.
He pulled his shirt back over as much of his belly as he could cover and started walking to the kitchen, the young man cringing at the dumpy waddle in his stride. "Even if you did, the last thing I want to do right now is cuddle another pregnant dude. Speaking of which..." He glared over at the other big-bellied man. "Get rid of that wretched box. If I see it, I might just do something rash." He half-walked half-waddled out the door a moment later.