woah color

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Red:
Aggressive and domineering, angry and quick-tempered, violent.
Represents energy, action, desire, passion, including passionate hate.
Alerts you to danger.

Yellow:
Impatient and impulsive, spiteful, non-emotional.
Helps with clear thinking and quick decision making, but it can also be impulsive.
Relates to the head not the heart.

Blue:
Trust, peace, calm, familiarity.
I’ts a safe color.

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Yoooooooooooooo drew Mayumiko for all my mayumiko needs~

maymiko is my otp and totes not because mayu is my fave character (i’m being sarcastic i love him and wish he was more in the anime than just five seconds at the end </3)

Imagine you're an unhelpful husband

You sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can, crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.

You hear the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already sweating.

“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.

She’s gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can. “Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.

A few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.

You don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.

“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.

“Wha…ugh…what just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was flat and toned like it used to be.

“Woah! You’re-what happened to the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two perky breasts are perched on top.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie? Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.

“Ah, yes, kicks are wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just happened.

“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.

Your wife laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!” she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared daggers through you.

“When we got married, I debated whether or not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off, clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she finished.

Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That felt so real…

“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there. Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as you tried to find your balance.

“Follow me. And take your time- we don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to back as it already started to ache.

“Now, like I said, I made a very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch. So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door. She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.

The world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.

“Hi Mr. Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate his growing passenger.

“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.

“See, honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.

“And, of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there, you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,” she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.

“Shhhh, honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were in hell.

(Hi all, this is my first submission here! Might continue this if people generally want to see another installment)

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