I was just grumbling to myself like always as I stared at my reflection, the large bubble attached to my midriff only seeming to get larger and larger with every passing day as those five pups grew as much as they could.
They didn't seem to care too much about how badly this was making their Mama look, nor did they seem to care that there was only so much room in my stomach since they were constantly 'demanding' even more food, which was why my stomach was grumbling back at me yet again.
Trying to pick between the three pieces of clothing that I had that actually fit and felt comfortable shouldn't take as much time as I always ended up taking, and yet here I was for the seventh or eighth minute just standing here, staring at myself.
It felt like someone had taken a giant sack, filled it with three juicy watermelons and then strapped it to my abdomen, while my breasts had been pumped up an additional size as they filled themselves up with an abundance of milk.
