I commissioned the ever-wonderful Mcrepsi Mcrepsi for this one. Thanks so much, Mcrepsi!

Whelp, you all left me unsupervised again, so I’ve been off commissioning pregnancy art! Honestly, I’m not the one to blame here. You all ought to take on some of this responsibility!

Feeling and looking just about ready to pop, a near-term Cellina frowns into the mirror. A hand on her enormous belly, she reflects on what a trial this has all been. It would be rather poetic to claim that she can hardly recall her precious figure, but of course she has every inch of the shape of herself locked in her memory. Cellina is not resentful, but she doesn’t exactly share in the kindly-offered opinions that this particular change has been an enhancing one. Regardless, it cannot last forever, and once this egg is out of her, the real work can begin. Her desire to see that figure again, motivated by love far more than vanity, is sure to be successful.

Of course, we all know that she’s never looked more beautiful than she does now. Maybe she’ll just let us appreciate her a little bit longer. ^_~