"Eh," you mutter looking at yourself in the mirror of your shack. Your ritual got you into the final month of pregnancy, and you could feel your unborn children kicking around. Yep, you got yourself pregnant with twins. Is that really an accomplishment?
You watch as some milk leaks out of your slightly enlarged tits, the milk falling down to your fat belly. You were pretty busty as it is in this body, F-cups and all, but you don't think they got much bigger. At least you'll be able to feed the kids properly.
You actually like the way you look now. Shame girl you isn't a different person because you'd date girl you. Just to add more weirdness to new life of yours.
You felt one of your kids kick. "Hey, go easy on me." you whine.
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