In the Fullness of Time 4 - 03

Meiling was quick to catch onto Sakuya’s discomfort.

A cranky head maid would mean scraps for dinner again which was something her macros would just not allow. It was clear that even going for a light jog around the garden was likely only to worsen her mood so the quick thinking gate guard suggested that the garden ought to move around them instead while they jogged in place.

In what essentially mounted to several thunderous leg raises clapping against Sakuya’s quite prominent belly, Meiling could not help but feel the pressure shifting ever so slightly around her companion’s waistline, much like an experienced captain listened for the groan of a ship’s hull amidst a storm.

The tiniest ‘ping’ of a button letting loose the mounting pressure behind it was expertly snapped out of the sky before either of them could realize as Sakuya’s gaze was drawn to the inevitable wardrobe malfunction she had been so desperately trying to avoid…