It all comes down to him… the very last tiny man. My huge, heavy belly is already stuffed full, round and tight from all the others I’ve swallowed. I tease him, reminding him he’s the final one left—no escape, no chance. My massive pregnant belly swells with victory, shifting under my hands as I moan and play with the weight of it all. The last tiny man makes me complete… and now they’re all mine.
