[Regifortis]

Steve's attention was split between Will riling him up and just how much his stomach filled his lap these days. However many brats were in his belly, they sure as hell took up a lot of room. He hoped the chair could support the weight he was still going to gain, sheesh!

And that said nothing about how his ass spread against the back and pushed him forward. His efforts to keep it firm as it grew certainly did pay off, but the consequences were tragically unforeseen.

"Hell, Mardi Gras is coming up," it so occurred to Steve. "You can feed me a king cake on stream while I sit my fat ass down on one of these alien-lookin' things. I wouldn't have the energy to celebrate any other way, if we're being honest..." His limbs felt like lead at the end of the day, hauling around the slightly egg-shaped ball of pregnancy that swelled in front of him. Not even a trench coat could hide how he got knocked up now, could it?