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Please, sir, may I have a follow-up on you knocking me up with those quintuplets 😳 I can't help but wonder a night about town with so many babies in me, and you proudly showing me off

Of course you may!

There's no denying the fact that you're going to blow up quickly with so many babies in your womb, sweetheart. You're going to be massive, and everybody that looks at you is going to know exactly what you did to end up that way.

And I love it.

I am eager to show you off in such a state, your belly distended and ridiculously heavy with the babies growing inside. The more time passes, the bigger you'll get, and the harder it'll be to keep you properly clothed, but I don't care. I want others to see what a good partner you've been, and how fertile we both are.

Imagine going out on a date with me in your eighth month, barely able to wrap your arms around your huge belly yet still keen to spend time with me and be lavished with attention. I'll help you get into a nice outfit that stretches tightly over your pregnant swell, accentuating every curve and leaving little to the imagination. The process takes much longer than it should since I can't keep my hands off of you, stroking, kissing, and worshiping your fecund body, but eventually we make it out the door.

I proudly link arms with you as we walk down the main street, our pace slow and steady to accommodate your exaggerated waddle. You're gorgeous like this, your face glowing thanks to the pregnancy hormones and the soft, whispered praise I keep heaping on you as we walk. The babies are active, moving beneath the taut skin of your womb for all to see. You're a sight. You're beautiful. You're mine.

There's no avoiding the stares throughout the night. Some stare at you in awe, in shock, maybe even a little envy. Others stare at you with barely-concealed hunger, their gazes lingering at your chest and belly in obvious desire. And they can look all they want, because at the end of the night, you are going home with //me//.

Dinner is a bit of a challenge, for it's hard for you to be close to the table with your enormous middle in the way. That's okay, though; I'll be at your side to help you eat and brush up against you any time I can. And when we head to the theater afterward, I'll help you settle into your seat and make you as comfortable as possible while we watch the movie.

Once the lights go down and the movie begins, my hands begin to wander. One hand thrown around your shoulders, the other caresses your swollen abdomen, lingering at the little bulges that appear when the babies kick or around the protruding bump of your navel. Sometimes it slides further up to tease at your chest, though you half-heartedly scold me for it in furtive whispers, not wanting milk to leak into your top. What I most want lies even farther down, though, but the heft of your belly jutting so far out and so heavily against your thighs in the narrow seat makes it nearly impossible for me to access.

But don't worry, sweetheart. After I'm done showing you off, I'll take you home again and make sure that there's not a single inch of you lacking my regard.