Thread: What's happening to me? (Maiesiobreed x wolvenrogue)

Don't tell me to calm down, ok? You don't know the day I've had, you don't know how I'm feeling, and you certainly don't have the right to tell me that I need to relax, ok? IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO RELAX LIKE THIS! I CAN'T GET COMFORTABLE AND I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WEAR ANYMORE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA! Robyn screamed into her cell phone as she walked through the park, turning heads with her loud, confrontational conversation. Men shook their heads and wondered what her problem was as they walked by, but women pushing strollers or chauffeuring their children who noticed the perturbed young woman understood her situation...most, if not all of them, subconsciously put their hands on their now trim stomachs as they watched her waddle ponderously through the park, knowing what she must have been going through. Robyn huffed loudly and abruptly hung up her phone on the conversation with the man who did this to her, who made her into what she was today...at 34 weeks pregnant, Robyn was miserable. She chastised herself as she wiped a few tears away from her face, knowing full well that her dark eyeliner and eyeshadow were likely shot to hell now, smudged down her face. Pregnancy was doing an absolute number on the black haired girl...her hormones were off the charts, surging through her body and making her fly off the handle at any number of small inconveniences that she wouldn't have thought twice about 8 months ago. No cereal in the morning? That would send her into a crying jag that she couldn't pull herself out of for half an hour. Her favorite pair of purple lipstick went missing? She would fly into a rage. The truth though was she was happy to be having a child. Sure, it had been a mistake, but her boyfriend had been supportive and she really did love him. But the pregnancy, well, it was hard. She put a pale hand on the tremendously huge belly that was poking halfway out of her straining, stretched Misfits t-shirt. Robyn had never weighed more than 105 pounds in her life, and now the 5'3 girl found herself tipping the scales at a whopping 165 pounds with six weeks left in her pregnancy. She had sworn all of the pounds had found their way into her ass, her breasts, and her belly, which stuck out more than a foot from her normally petite frame, topped off by an obscenely large outtie belly button. But...but it wasn't just the physical changes, the stares she got from strangers on a daily basis, or the aches and pains that bothered her...no...it was the mental changes that were troubling her. She had always prided herself on being on the fringe of society, an outsider, someone who was different than the other girls who prattled on about fashion or boys. But, as her pregnancy progressed, she found herself staring at pretty dresses, found herself wanting to show off her new figure, found herself almost being turned on by the idea of being GIRLY. Hell, just a few minutes earlier she had watched a woman knitting in the park for what felt like 20 minutes...and she finally had to stop when she noticed she had been breathing hard, her nipples throbbing, and she had been absentmindedly flicking her belly button with a black nail polished finger. Embarrassed, she had waddled away as quickly as she could, hoping nobody had noticed. She thought about the incident as she waddled home, vowing to herself that she would never fit that traditional mold, the barefoot and pregnant woman....no matter how intriguing it felt to her right now, how nice it would be to serve her boyfriend, to be big, pregnant, and waddling around for the rest of her life..... What the hell....stop it! She grumbled to herself, as she fumbled with the door to her apartment, letting herself in and sitting heavily down on her couch, both hands on her stomach, exploring the firm, hard mound that she had become so accustomed to for the past 34 weeks.