One lazy afternoon, with Minho away at the office handling a big business deal, the house was quiet—save for the soft hum of anticipation thrumming through Tae’s veins. She was seven months along now, her body a voluptuous testament to her pregnancy: her porcelain skin stretched taut over her swollen belly, glowing with that fertile radiance; her massive tits even bigger and heavier, veined and full, nipples perpetually hard and leaking tiny beads of milk through her slutty outfits; her thick ass plumper than ever, jiggling with every waddle; and her pink, fat pussy puffier, more sensitive, constantly wet from hormones and the endless secret breedings from Jungkook. She wore a tiny sheer crop top that barely contained her leaking boobs and a micro skirt that rode up to expose her bare, hairless slit—no panties, as always, ready for her Appa.