Your belly was definitely distended. Waaaaay bigger than the tiny bulge it was yesterday. On your body, you'd say it's about 7 or 8 months? You drum it with your hands, trying to wake your daughter up, and to get her kicking. There's no reply, but you figured as much. She's probably tired. Growing is hard work, as you can attest to, from yesterday. You lay your hands on either side and smile. Your heritage gave you the desire to have children one day, but you didn't think it would be so soon~
There's a faint glowing projected onto the wall of your mother's womb. You know what it is - the glowing symbol that marks you as pregnant with a monster girl - and you move your hands to cover it. The light is blocked, and you play for a bit, covering and uncovering it to flash the light. You giggle, and rub around your umbilical cord. You're positive your belly button would've popped out by now, if it was't part of your cord. A part of you wishes that you're born soon, but you can't argue with the comfortable feeling of where you are.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a taste flooding your mouth. You open and close it a few times, but it mostly just swishes some fluid. It kind of tastes like chocolate, and there's something else... french toast? She must have made breakfast while you were playing with your tummy.
It doesn't take long for the sugar to hit you. You start to become energetic, and feels uncomfortable to just sit still. As a result, you start to go to town, squirming and wiggling all about, your tail whipping around and thrashing against the side of your mom's belly. You begin sucking your thumb, and with the other hand you punch at her belly button. There's an "Oof!", in response, and you stretch, head pressing against her cervix. "Ugh, that was a bad idea. Got you a little excited, huh?"
You recognize it as your mom's voice, and you nod. Then you remember she couldn't see that, so you wiggle instead. "Yeah sweetie, we'll be seeing each other soon." She pats the underside of her womb, right by your cheek. "I wonder if you're as excited to meet me as I am to meet you..."
You wiggle again, and her middle jiggles as she laughs. "I'll take that as a yes." There's some time spent cleaning the kitchen, but then your mom gets on with her day.
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