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Zephra made her way along the warm patio. The pool nearby was active with the other patrons at the resort, and between the splashing sounds and chatter around, nobody would hear the heavily-pregnant tigress purr upon seeing her goal.

"There we are..." she spoke to herself as she made a waddle toward it.

Her fecund form had caught a few eyes around the patio, but seeing such a pregnant tigress was not exactly uncommon at Blossom Resort, known for its unique attendees and landmarks around. Thankfully, some of these unique traits made it easier for the tigress to enjoy a relaxing sit. Otherwise, the blue chair would have mocked her from afar.

The tigress had hustled in her waddle, fearing that the chair would be snatched up by some of the playful children around or a less-than-sympathetic adult. Her feet had been swollen from all the walking she had been doing at the resort, and her rounded middle bobbled and shifted with children in need of some relaxation as well. To her delight, the chair remained as empty as it was when she first saw its azure bands. She had not paid too much attention to others around, but she had a feeling her dash - or rather, what she considered a dash - had been a sight to see. A heavily-pregnant tigress throwing her hips and cub-stuffed belly from side to side is bound to get at least one glance back at her, she figured.

"Where is it...ah, yes...EFB certified...good," she mewled to herself, that rumbling purr rising up from her throat.

In this resort, some chairs were made special, capable of holding what perhaps could not be seen. Some fertile guys and gals were much denser than they appeared, and not in the intelligence way. She pressed a paw to the side of the chair and made gravity handle the rest. Soon, she was sitting onto the chair with a delighted mewl. Her belly shifted and bulged with the content offspring within, and she shifted her back to let her chest get comfy on the high shelf of her belly.

Before she could get much time to relax, she saw a little child walk over to he - a lizard girl wearing a flower dress and her mother, a much larger lizard with an equally loud summer dress.

"Hi miss! What do beachballs taste like?"

The tigress watched the mother's eyes grow wide and then scold her child for asking such a silly question, but Zephra only smiled and rubbed the side of her belly.

"No no, don't worry...they don't taste very good. This belly, though, has more than a beachball in it. Wanna feel it? And don't worry. I'm not about to find out what lizard tastes like, either."

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A rather random prompt. Hope you liked it :P Now to other things *fly*