You walk into the living room, to find your wife,standing up, struggling to pull her shirt over her breasts. She was of course, 7 and a half months pregnant, with a massive litter, each of her breasts were almost double the size of her head, filled to burst with milk, resting on the top of her belly. As for her belly, it was the size of a bolder that at its lowest point, was down to her knees, filled to the brim with your pups. Often their were frequent kicks which would create large bulges, on the surface of it, and it bounce and jiggled on it's own. Upon noticing you looked away from you slightly, but still kept you in her eyesight, as of lately due to the hell of this pregnancy, you often weren't on good terms, and today was no different, yet despite everything, you still loved each other...