\n\t\t\t\t\tziravore'Yeeek! Please mind the paws, you're giving me contractions again and we're not at the university yet…' Feligris gasps when sudden paw press against her tense womb lining causes an errant ripple to course through her greatly distended belly, her already slow jogging pace slowing down further as she quickly pokes at the side of her midsection.
'Hee, can't help it, your womb's bouncing all over the place and I'm trying to keep my own passengers in check here! Just calm your tits and I'm sure you can hold me in all the way.'
Scrunching her muzzle, Feligris attempts to speed up again despite how her hindlegs dig into her heavy umbreon-laden belly - 'Ngyaaah, remind me why I agreed to this again…'
'Because I was complaining about carrying my litter and you were complaining that your daily exercize wasn't enough, and then you joked that it'd be easier if someone was carrying me like I'm carrying my litter… and here we are. Doesn't all the extra weight help you stay fit?' the umbreon chuckles in response and curls up onto her back within the swaying feline uterus.
'But – mew – but people are looking, and touching my belly, and you always tickle my insides so much!' Feligris whines when yet another mild contraction shoots through her middle, causing her to stumble briefly. 'Even if I am building more muscle...'
'And that's half the fun! Plus I did agree to help you with your studies until the end of your term, if you carried me around until the end of my term, so it's only fair.'
'Yes, I did… ah, whatever!'
Her cheeks flushing furiously, Feligris timidly approaches the building complex to slip in through one of the side doors even if her pregnant-looking girth almost catches on the doorframe, immediately heading down the corridor into the gym's deserted shower room.
'Ok, we're here! Now you can come out – lets make this quick, my classes are starting!' she tells her swollen belly as she pads into one of the larger stalls, kneeling forward to drop down her forequarters while keeping her hindquarters up.
Moments later she feels the umbreon squirm enthusiastically into position within her, the movement teasing her straining womb which already begins to ripple languidly before her rambunctious occupant sticks her muzzle into her cervix to start licking it. Her cervix reflexively reacts to the titillating touch, beginning to dilate rapidly whereas the umbreons tickling paws drag over her womb lining to tease her uterus into action – whereas at the same time she leans forward to seek support to her trembling upper body by pressing her hands onto the wall, her claws chittering against the hard tile as she pants and waits for her muscles to squeeze her passenger out once more...