>Her golden belly pulsates slowly
>It heaves against you, pushing you against the wall of the admittedly cramped fallout shelter
>Her soft moans are a mixture of orgasm and discomfort as her round thighs slowly part
>Her belly doesn't retract after each pulsation, though
>If anything, it seems to simply expand outward with each heave, bit by bit by tiny bit
>At the circumference of her gravidity, you can see her breasts slipping out of her top
>They teeter precariously on the edge of being exposed with every breath she exhales
>They swell suddenly, wobbling slowly as milk spurts from coffee-colored teats
>Both swing and slap against the sides of the bed as she cries out
>The only thing that escapes from between her legs is a hot gust of moist air
>She falls asleep as her belly sways ponderously
>Navel barely a foot from the ceiling fan
>Her exposed clitoris rises in time to her pulse, an inch for every heartbeat
>It stands erect as she shudders with pleasure, a genital cavalry sabre
