Preggo-Lit

summary: Matt gets kidnapped by a cult that has a huge fetish for pregnancy "here this one boss, he is a perfect subject for our cult" said John a right hand man to the boss Izzy "oh so it seems he is" Izzy muttered to herself "tell me more about him" "he is one of the few males who can carry a baby, and since they can only give birth though surgery it means we can keep him pregnant for as long as we like. next he is young so he has a good body, next he is skinny so his belly will look even bigger on him. the last two things we don't know for sure but the doctors just did a test and found that if he becomes pregnant his belly will grow only outwards after he reaches the size of a full term belly. and lastly 80 percent of his food will go to the babies or baby after four months. so they even told him never to become pregnant since he would become huge just normally" john said "well it seems we have found a genetic anomaly, lets kidnap him as soon as poss bile" Izzy said looking toward

Last night I had a brief flash in my sleep regarding the future of Samantha in the webcomic Safe Havens. All I recall was she was back in her spacesuit and Dave was there, but all we could see was his head over the bottom of the panel. They appeared to be back in Fastrack One's onboard lab (I think it was, I saw flexi-pipes, and some kind of small turbine generator-like machine) with a dark azure background and set at a Dutch Angle (bottom left to top right) and Samantha, with an almost deadpan look on her says simple says "I'm pregnant again"...though it's hard to tell what Dave's expression was due to his shades. This was briefly followed by a solo image of an anthro light-grey bunny rabbit playing a guitar. The rabbit was female and looked like Judy Hopps from Zootopia in her civilian clothes (dark pink shirt and blue jeans). She was sitting up, her ears were tied down behind her head and behind the guitar was sporting a 5-month pregnant belly under the shirt - despite the fact

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