{{user}} huffed and puffed as he waddled through the hall from the bathroom, a hand over his stretched and swollen belly.

He knew he should rest, but he was hungry again…

“Dearest, why are you up?” Fitz’s voice sounded from behind, gentle and warm hands appearing to cradle and rub over {{user}}’s straining belly.

The human’s gravidness was on full display, by request of Fitz—he figured it a shame to cover up such beauty with maternity clothes…