\n\t\t\t\t\tpunisa =3This could be considered as a spiritual successor to an earlier one by Punisa. x3
Two months of enjoying tropical temperatures, light drizzles and sunshine had not diminished the experience in the slightest yet as Feligris carefully wades into a tide pool near her private cabin and begins to settle down in the warm water – constantly maneuvering around her excessively gravid midsection while cradling it with her arms as she sits down. Gradually shifting the weight of her belly onto her crossed legs once she finds a good spot, the sensation of submerging her aching middle in the water makes her long tail quiver in delight and soon she leans back against the smooth rock, outright pinned down by her belly and her heavily engorged breasts as she relaxes.
”Mrrrrff… I could go on forever like this.”, she murmurs to the rising sun with squinted eyes as she places her water bottle down to leave her arm stretched out lazily on the rim of the tide pool while she enthusiastically begins her daily routine of feeling over her taut enormously distended midsection in which her large litter stirs and kicks already… her splayed-out fingertips tracing over the furry hide slowly to gauge the movement within and occasionally tweaking a perky teat to entice a soft whine from herself. ”Mewh, be less rowdy in there please, you're not allowed to come out for a while yet~”
Pleased with the mounting damp heat as the sun creeps upwards, she slides a little deeper into the tide pool to continue indulging herself, the random barrages of kicks inside her huge straining womb making her twitch as she resumes stroking her gravid form. Even the discomfort of her bikini straps digging into her shoulders from how they hold up the milk-laden orbs of her breasts titillates her further while she imagines how she'll just keep growing even more pregnant over the next days and weeks – seeing how the contract she had made to get this all-expenses-paid gorgeous vacation stipulated that she was not allowed to give birth while on the island or milk her own breasts outside designated times at the milking station. The reason for this was none other than how the company which offered these special vacations, was in the business of making live footage of the trials and tribulations of females who were willing to become surrogates for the purpose of revitalizing or reintroducing animal populations all over the world. Not something for the self-conscious but the perks were very generous in exchange for showing oneself off to fund the program… and the process allowed volunteers to impregnate themselves to the limit if they so desired.
All of which had suited her fine since she had taken this as a challenge to see how far she could go on before her tummy would reach critical size and cut her dream vacation short, also as an added challenge there was only one transport ship every week, to force the need to gauge each time whether one's uterus could distend for another week or if it was time to leave, just so that viewers would have something extra to see whene-ever someone would put off one transport too many to end up with a very interesting week of dealing with light or moderate labour before being sent off to give birth. A number of Feligris' fellow pregnancy enthusiasts and fetishists would chicken before that stage but Feligris herself is determined to hang on until that, if only for the gathering of newcomers to rub her spasming belly like she had done to a petite and enormously gravid dingo when she had arrived.
”Not quite yet the time but soon!”, she chuckles to herself and plays with her bikini top's straps, giving her own sore mammaries some kneading as she lets the warm water lull her into further pleasant daydreams of the litter which squirms in her straining womb stretching it out even further and weighting down her frame to the point of forced bedrest...