[Poppy]

Benji waved a hand casually. "500 years ago? So has no one offered since, then? Except me, I guess." Even though this whole thing was real and happening and he could see it all with his own eyes, there were days when Benji still believed that he'd wake up from this 'dream', that he'd be in a comfortable bed and look down to see his plain flat abdomen. Sadly, that had yet to happen. "They're stretch marks," Benji noted awkwardly, frowning as he eyed the dark patterns meshing with his natural skin tone. They almost reminded him of tiger stripes, but those were way cooler.

As Anansi went on, Benji was just the slightest bit relieved that he'd actually let the boy go. It assured him somewhat. His face tinged red at Anansi's roaming hands and he moved his own to half shield the front of his swell - not that he could cover all of it anymore. "Oh," Benji said simply. He wasn't worried about having to explain this to his family or anyone else. He knew he could come up with some ridiculous reason that wasn't as outrageous as carrying a spider deity's eggs.

Benji took in a breath and moved forward, heaving himself with effort to his feet. He couldn't stay sitting down for long, but he couldn't stand long either. It was a lose lose situation. "Now I'm actually going to have to do some exercise after this then," he commented offhandedly in reply to his body bouncing back to how it's been before.