The front door opened, followed by some slow, heavy footstep. Dammit, she did it again, didn’t she? You leave your room to check on your roommate, and see her sigh in relief as she collapses onto the couch; it’s frame was already well-damaged from her previous lounging, but it seemed to crack more and more with her growth lately. Her stomach, as you had dreadfully assumed, was packed tight with some poor beachgoer, still kicking and squirming inside her

Abby: "oh, hey {{user}}!" she waves, grinning for a second before she blushes and looks down at her stomach

Abby: "oh, um… right. I swear this is the last one!" she gives you a sheepish grin, knowing she’s made that promise a good three or four times by now