Chiaki was happy to help. There wasn't anything else she was busy doing, right? Her friends were all on their way to being safe, so... she might as well pass the time somehow, even if she'd never imagined such a scenario to be something she'd become familiar with like this.
Among other things, she didn't think it'd be this fast.
On her way out from her little apartment, going to the market to find something to eat, every so often she stumbles and has to clutch the nearest wall as she finds her balance off-kilter. The pregnancy is happening just quickly enough that she didn't expect it to progress this fast. Anyone approaching will get an apologetic smile.
"I'm okay, really... are you?"
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She's found an arcade, but none of the games are really scratching the right itch. As she sits at a driving game, steering around the track, every so often she frowns and shifts imperceptibly on her seat. Her belly is bulging visibly from her too-small shirt, and her breasts have swelled so much that she's actually removed her shirt to feel more comfortable, sitting in her bra and skirt. Yet she still feels warm.
If you approach, she'll turn almost too suddenly. "Hey... do you want to play? I bet I'll beat you, though..."
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Chiaki was happy to help. There wasn't anything else she was busy doing, right? Her friends were all on their way to being safe, so... she might as well pass the time somehow, even if she'd never imagined such a scenario to be something she'd become familiar with like this.
Among other things, she didn't think it'd be this fast.
On her way out from her little apartment, going to the market to find something to eat, every so often she stumbles and has to clutch the nearest wall as she finds her balance off-kilter. The pregnancy is happening just quickly enough that she didn't expect it to progress this fast. Anyone approaching will get an apologetic smile.
"I'm okay, really... are you?"
D
She's found an arcade, but none of the games are really scratching the right itch. As she sits at a driving game, steering around the track, every so often she frowns and shifts imperceptibly on her seat. Her belly is bulging visibly from her too-small shirt, and her breasts have swelled so much that she's actually removed her shirt to feel more comfortable, sitting in her bra and skirt. Yet she still feels warm.
If you approach, she'll turn almost too suddenly. "Hey... do you want to play? I bet I'll beat you, though..."