(month 1)
Peter woke up in a cold sweat, with a migraine so painful he could taste it. He felt a lump in his throat. A moment later, he found himself PROJECTILE vomiting EVERYWHERE. Discord hurriedly wakes up, taking in the sweet scent of the vomit, sensing that something is wrong with his Cutie Desert Milkshake Schmoopie Poopie Cupcake Babygirl. Dommie Daddy Discord qoickly notices all of the barf and starts to comfort Petey PooPoo Griffy LaLa Bear.
“What’s wrong? Is the prehistoric pregnancy taking an effect on you, My Precious Melody Cutie Sandal?” Discord worriedly questions.
“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes I think it is d-d-d-daddy dim dis-“ Peter stutters but is soon interrupted by another vomit session.
Peter darts toward the bathroom, holding his mouth with his yucky, slippery, greasy, repulsive, sweaty, icky wicky, nausea ting, abominable, and nasty little hands. He pukes into the gay rainbow toilet, and Father Daddy Dommy Disheartened Discord teleports to his side and comforts him softly.
Eventually, the projectile, projectile vo miting ends. Peeter gets back to the twin bed that Discord and him are sharing, and sleeps peacefuiiy the rest of the night.
(months 2-5)
The next few months were mostly thy same, besides Peter’s plump belly getting plumper and harder. He woke up about every morning with vomit all over him, and he had started having strang food cravings suck as: spicy pickles and cheese blended together and put in ice cream topped with ketchup and hot sauce, served in a tortilla with soda-pop poured in it. Being the Lovely Dommy Manly Diseased-Ridden Master he is, Discord obeys Peter’s requests and makes him his peculiar food cravings.
(months 6-9)
The extremely, gigantic, swollen, hard, lumpy, and wumpy babybumpy was expanding at rapid rates through this time period. Peter was having contractioing and was definitely going into labour soon. Everyday, Peter thought about the new life he was going to have with his sweet octuplets. Discord was acutely elastic ecstatic for them.
Peteropylelewowodadafefegogosqueeze’s water broke on the last night of the ninth month. Peter yelled for Discord, and he teleportierted to PeePee PooPoo Sweet Diper Face Pet0er. Discord snaps his stinky, slippery w ett fingers and a hostipal room apple appears with nurses ready to deliver Kaka Pookie Squirrel Face’s eight botiful babuiws.
