MALTIAN

A short little excerpt I wrote for the drawing I did right here: -- Features: Permapreg “I’ve been pregnant for over a year now.. I think.” A small hand patted the tight surface of her roiling belly. “I sorta lost count back when I hit my due date..” Her voice was uncertain as her eyes scanned over the curve of her fertility, expanding out before her. From here, she would be able to see some of the movement inside her, pressing outward from within. The kicks stretched her poor tender skin to unbelievable lengths, undulating and traveling downward as the life within her struggled for space. The woman swallowed hard as she nervously looked on, now with both her hands holding against the sides of her swollen form. “Oof..” She said breathily, the contents of her insides had pushed her lungs to the metaphorical backburner as they made room for themselves only and remained that way ever since, belly still yet to even drop toward her hips to signify some sort of end. “I..” She began