03-25-2018, 06:16 PM
“We should get us some... more lotion” Justin wheezed as he waddled, transfixed at Abby’s backside. Along with the more readily apparent issue of their increasing size, his hornones we’re firing on all cylinders. He huffed to try and catch up, but his large twins inflating his already strained womb prevented much ground being covered. His belly glistened with sweat in the morning sun as both of his hands supported his lower back. “Your belly is looking raw..”