WISH I MAY, WISH I MIGHT
09-14-2013, 02:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2013, 02:01 PM by Medusa i.)
She was a fucking blimp. Once slender, attractive frame was now swollen, sides heavy with children and legs struggling to carry her weight on her little walk. Medusa felt heavy, like her body was possessed to little squirming parasites that demanded and took and made her vulnerable. She?d been unable to visit her beloved Jupiter lately, a most upsetting fact, but one she had to accept. Visiting Ludicael in her state would be dangerous, especially since Stheno had caught scents of Newt near Tortuga. She had to be prepared.
She was comfortable wandering near Amenti, near her home where at least a few individuals could protect her. For a moment the serpent would pause on her walk, her children making her sides cramp uncomfortably. She?d been so bored lately, trapped in her own body, unable to seek passionate expression as she usually did. Never before had she been hornier, and never before had she been quite so undesirable. Any sort of relations at this point would be uncomfortable and unwanted; she didn?t feel quite pretty enough to indulge in such a thing. With a sigh the harlot would sit for a short while, gathering her energy, feeling quite uncomfortable.