The noise gives me a powerful desire to Commit A Crime.

functionally, a sloshing balloon of a belly. Then it does... whatever it needs to do to conceive. If successful, the resulting litter is fed by the stored nutrients, putting minimal strain on the parent. If not... hey, massive personal food store for the non-parent!

I had a fun feeding/inflation/pregnancy concept that I chose to apply to predasites because they seemed appropriate for it (and cute as heck). When one wants to reproduce, it absolutely gorges on food for days on end, converting all of it into a nutrient-rich liquid, and ending up with,

PSA: Please do not smack your lips into the mic while in a voice chat, in the name of all that is good...

Had an itch for excessively pregnant predasite, and Dash was kind enough to indulge me! So here's dear, over-full Crucible.

I just had an entire half-kelo pie to myself. Chicken, leek, and bacon, with a sesame seed crust...

WIDE! Wide wide wide! I love when quad bellies do that thing!

It's on my bucket list.

Walking barefoot over a pregnant macro's belly...

A powerful booty...