This Part 3 of 4 of a commission I received from  DowelJump. Comments and questions are welcomed and enjoy!

I'm stunned.... if she were my wife, I don't know if I want to take her out for dinner, blow into her chubby belly or just beging kissing her oral and hairy lips.

PWFFFT!!!

SPLOTCH!!

Just like that, all of Nessa's remains were shat into that vase. It was a real nasty mess for a vase that was as big as a person and can hold a Darmanitan in it, was completely filled with shit, bones and a few items. Those being a somehow just discolored shoe and Nessa's orange thong. All the while her skull just looked away from Lenora, whether to reperesent feeling betrayed or in the same position of obliviousness just like Nessa before she was consumed, we will never truly know. With food and disposal taken care of, all she had to do was place the lid of the vase on the rim to cover the sight and smells and just place it in storage in the morning. It was full proff as only Lenora was responsible for the artifacts and she can just buy the vase for personal reasons and hide it from others. Just after putting the lid on, she prepared to leave when she heard something.

Whhhimmm..... whhimmmmpp...



An hour later....

Lenora's husband, Hawes, was returning back home after sharing a few final drinks friends. He was prepared to either have an earful from his wife for coming home so late or she was going to be completely passed out from all that hard work she did for the event.

CLNK!!

CREEEEEEEEEEAKKKKKK!!!!

"Sweetheart, I'm home!" he said as he opened the door and entered inside.

FLCK!

!!!

To his shock, upon turning on the lights, he found his wife there, but not angry nor asleep. Instead his dark-skinned goddess of history and pleasure greeted him with her nude and girthier body. Maybe he didn't notice, but his wifes cake had gained another layer and she sported a nice bit of belly fat, but not in an unattractive way. Then there was her nice v, hairy, but not too messy, as if she was representing the ideal woman that many ancient artists of Unova used to draw and sculpt. Hawes was about to go in for a kiss, when he realized she was holding something, something that was alive and sucking on her lovely tit. Unexpectedly, it was a very young Yamask. Hawes tried to ask where she found it, but Lenora just said she found the poor girl lost and alone. She felt it was her responsibility to take care of her and decided to take her in. Before Hawes could press anymore questions, Lenora approached her husband and began to unbutton his shirt, button by button, before moving to his pants and unzipping the zipper. She told him in a seductive way only a wife could achieve to just hop into bed, as they could just "cuddle". With cuddling in the table, the husband happily obeyed his wife. Whether raising the Yamask that was born from the doomed baby in Nessa's womb would make up for her actions is up for debate, at least she could end the night to be there for her husband. Hopefully this won't happen again.... right?

Had fun with this concept while I do like pregnant prey just for the bulges only they give out, I do sometimes feel bad for what goes inside the womb. Of course, saying the child suprisingly makes it through is unrealistic and too wishywashy for my taste, I do like sometimes doing these loopholes just to show I do care a bit. Plus it plays with the lore of Yamask who is referenced a lot with the Nacrene Museum.

Once again, comments and questions are welcomed and enjoy!

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