[SimonBrownMpreg]

Quetzalcoatl actually looked sympathetic for once. "I might have been able to a few days ago, but I hadn't realize what was happening yet. I don't have the strength to do anything except keep him civilized." Jacob shifted in bed as a faint tremor passed through his belly. He touched the painfully gravid orb when he felt it again. An impatient flutter. Muscular coils sought to stretch themselves, bulging out shapes against tight flesh. The arch of Jacob's spine pushed his belly outward, emphasizing its dimensions. He struggled to take a breath. The flutters were visible through the taut skin, the motion of inner life unmistakable. Quetzalcoatl sighed heavily. "Or my son might decide he is done waiting and force his own birth."