One final scene after all! Allaire just can't seem to catch a break :P
With that, I kinda got everything out there (regarding Allaire) that I wanted to! Plus all the extra's I've put on the WIP section on the vault. If you don't have an account yet, you can make one and eventually I'll flag it as a patron (a crude solution I know).
(I noticed that the resolution of this and all the alt angles are a bit lower than normal, I'll rerender those soon and let ya'll know)
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Allaire ventured indoors as the refreshing wind from inside engulfed her. Every step took so much out of her, she was positively drenched. With deep breaths she closed the glass door behind her. A task that had become more difficult, given how much mass there was around her legs, making the distance her arms could reach seemingly smaller. Allaire's hand reached the wall as she leaned onto it, but not before her substantial thighs did first.
"Fuck..." She uncharacteristically muttered, taking a page from Connor's dictionary.
Allaire really thought she was in the clear once she had Amy. No more pregnancy hormones or strange cravings influencing her appetite. Yet she kept on getting heavier and heavier, her hedonistic lifestyle resurfacing once more. Her butlers quietly observed, continuing their tasks while Connor made the most of the situation. Allaire's initial protest melted away every time they got together.
Eventually she would get a grip on things, and lose the weight yet again. She had to set a good example for her daughter after all. But for the time being... cooling down with an ice-cream or two sounds like just the thing the new mother needed most in the scorching heat.
R.D.
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