05-11-2016, 04:01 AM
By the time the third month had made its way around, Benji was starting to feel anxious. He was anxious to get out of here, anxious as to how he was supposed to explain his disappearance to more than just his family, anxious about how many eggs he was even supposed to give birth to, and just... anxious in general. It probably didn't do him much good with his condition, but he didn't really care. He wasn't going to be the one looking after the eggs, so once they were out it would be Anansi's responsibility to look after them. Honestly, whether they made it or not didn't concern Benji. He had no emotional attachment to them and it would actually worry him if that had been the case. He was ready to leave and go back home to Australia for awhile; and he thought the spiders there were the worst, once upon a time.
The process of slathering the gel over his ever growing abdomen was routine by this point, and while Benji didn't like to be touched, this had gone on for so long now it didn't bother him. What did bother him was the profound weight he was carrying in his front, and Benji struggled with effort to instead push himself up into a sitting position compared to when he'd been on his back. It felt like his lungs were slowly being crushed. "I hope they go away altogether," he mumbled, tracing a finger along the sore skin of his belly. He was much bigger than he'd been during month one, and it surprised him still because he hadn't thought he could carry so full. It was hard to walk, and even move, and he'd long since passed the point where he could no longer see his feet when walking.
"They need to stop growing," he continued, closing his eyes briefly as he let out a sigh. "I can't... Can't get any bigger."
The process of slathering the gel over his ever growing abdomen was routine by this point, and while Benji didn't like to be touched, this had gone on for so long now it didn't bother him. What did bother him was the profound weight he was carrying in his front, and Benji struggled with effort to instead push himself up into a sitting position compared to when he'd been on his back. It felt like his lungs were slowly being crushed. "I hope they go away altogether," he mumbled, tracing a finger along the sore skin of his belly. He was much bigger than he'd been during month one, and it surprised him still because he hadn't thought he could carry so full. It was hard to walk, and even move, and he'd long since passed the point where he could no longer see his feet when walking.
"They need to stop growing," he continued, closing his eyes briefly as he let out a sigh. "I can't... Can't get any bigger."