Rus leaned over the werewolf, his eyes were wide with delight. "Wow, Hun, you've certainly grown a lot the last month. I think that's actually fat and not just your buns!"

Sarge huffed. Placing his hands on his belly, he looked away. "I not makes buns, Rus!"

"You never were," Rus teased, poking Sarge's belly with a free hand. "Of course, you weren't really cooking up any smart thoughts either. Honestly, Sarge, I think you've been getting dumber!"

Sarge rolled his eyes. "More used to dumb... being more like." Sarge felt a kick from his stomach and he blushed. "Rus...?"

"Yes, Hun?" Rusk asked.

"Rus, me thinkses... me mights be per-egg-giant." Sarge seemed to have trouble formulating that last word.

Rus took a step back in surprise. "Wow, you... actually did it! You finally understand what's happening?"

"Y-yes..." Sarge nodded. "Me beens thinking. Tum gets kicked, been growing, swollens, feels like I eats for nines... 'making buns'." Sarge gazed toward Rus. "I'm pergintrant!"

Rus put a finger to his mouth thoughtfully. "You butchered the word, but I'm proud of you for realizing it... after eight months." Rus looked at one of the kicks coming from Sarge's belly. He then thought of how it had been eight months. He froze. "And it also seems you're about ready to burst, Hun."

Rus felt his excitement rise at this possibility... but then he looked down at his own belly, now questioning a thought he's been having for a while.... He couldn't figure out the answer.

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