Gwen leaned back into the headboard of her bed in her bedroom, one hand gently rubbing her belly as the surface shifted with Ben's movements inside her womb, trying to get comfortable inside of her, as she read her novel, with the cold October wind blew outside her window, with the Halloween decorations outside flicking to life.

Her body had adjusted to the pseudo pregnancy, with her breasts having grown into full firm and perky mounds, with each one being three times bigger than her own head, filled with milk, her hips growing a bit wider, and her thighs had grown thiccer, making her clothes hug her tight in a comfortable way, while she was practically topless, with her tank top only able to cover her chest, while her popped belly button stuck out on the surface.

Flipping her page, Gwen looked down at her belly as Ben shifted hard inside it, temporarily causing the round shape to distort, before her stomach growled.

"Would you knock it off in there dweeb?!" Gwen huffed, clenching the muscles of her belly to keep Ben from moving around inside her. "It’s your fault we’re in this situation, so you’d better well damn learn to live with it."

Gwen ear tagged her page, before getting up from the bed, before going to the minifridge her parents had installed in her room not long after she explained her current figure to them, and how Ben got trapped inside of her womb, permanently. Rummaging through the minifridge, while her belly and breasts hung low as she was bent over to rummage through it, causing her back to curve slightly, but not giving her any pain or discomfort.

"Ugh, Ben seriously there's nothing here I can eat that'll satisfy the cravings you're giving me!" Gwen huffed, standing up, and glaring down at her belly, poking it where Ben's head was. "You're gonna have to wait until Mom and Dad get back from the store, they’re getting groceries today."