"...as big as Gwen." I said into the remote, and just like that his belly whoomped out and matched hers in size instantly.
Moaning, Ben heaved his huge belly onto the table next to Gwen's, rubbing circles into its surface. "Mrrmmm....quit moving in there.....," he moaned, blushing as several bumps protruded out from within. "Hehe, well maybe this will be a lesson to you: when you meet a hot alien girl, and she wants to be alone with you, don't do it!" Gwen laughed, as Ben grumbled.
"W-Well how I was I supposed to know she was looking for a carrier?" he groaned, as more of his "babies" shifted around. "Well l guess this is a perfect time to practice being a mom," she said, mocking him.
"W-Whatever," he blushed, slowly hefting himself back up, "I'll be in my room," he sighed, as he slowly waddled back to the Rust Bucket.
Gwen watched intently as the man momma groaned in frustration as he tried to squeeze his belly into the door frame. "Need some butter for that pot belly pie?" she yelled over, as he merely grumbled and kept at it until he forced himself in with a loud pop.
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