He taps and counts silently, each poke landing on another stretch mark as if there are too many to keep track of. My belly fills the frame, big and heavy, folding into two thick rolls covered in deep red lines that show just how much it’s grown. Every tap makes it jiggle slightly, almost daring him to keep counting. The chair squeaks under my weight as I shift, my heavy breathing giving away how big and full I’ve become, the teasing obvious even without a single word… 🤭💦