02-27-2015, 12:03 AM
Not even a month later, and Achteron's labor had begun. It could not have come soon enough. He sported a twin-sized belly, despite carrying only one child within him. His middle was huge and grotesque. It barely was even round anymore- it hung low and wide, with the shape of the spawn within visible through the skin. His stomach ached constantly with the weight of the heavy infant within, and the rare movements had him almost in tears from the pain. His breasts hung large and heavy, filled with copious amounts of milk for his spawn.
Now, he sat at the window, silently beginning his vigil. The pregnancy was tough, but the birth would be even tougher. He didn't know how he would do it as he stared out at the forest.
Now, he sat at the window, silently beginning his vigil. The pregnancy was tough, but the birth would be even tougher. He didn't know how he would do it as he stared out at the forest.