[FolkMaster]

"Stretch marks are hard things to heal completely," Anansi hummed. Most likely, Benji would have faded reminders of his time as an incubator for the rest of his life, but that was no concern to the spider deity. Rather, he marveled at the size and shape of his little pale captive. The eggs thrived in Benji. Not panicking every single day or simply falling into madness was a big plus. The young Spaniard who went through this before had a fresh mental or emotional breakdown every couple weeks, and it was torture on the eggs. Six black eyes trained on Benji's belly; how big it was, the smooth skin, the pink shimmer at the peak. Adoration was probably a good word for it. Anansi scooped out more soothing gel and both his hands started rubbing the heavy swell.

Benji's comment made him chuckle. "You'll get as big as you need to get. My eggs will mature nicely in you, little incubator. Just remember, you only have another month to go." Anansi's thumb stroked slowly back and forth across Benji's plump bellybutton. "Besides, I like to think I've done my best to make sure you remained comfortable all this time."