Breathe In, Breathe Out (BigJigglyPanda/BasicallyIDoWrk)

Breathe In, Breathe Out

FYI as of 06/01/2021 - I no longer watch MiniLadd videos or follow his content/accounts as of last year thanks to the allegations and subsequent proof of Mini has pedophilic tendencies and has both sexually assaulted and harassed minors. These are disgusting and degrading acts by humanity that no one should endorse, no matter where or whom they are coming from. Therefore any content I have posted formally as a previous fan should be taken with a grain of salt at this knowledge. Thank you for your understanding. - Scott

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"Mini, why you gotta be a little bitch, now I have to fuck Anthony in the asshole-"

"He straight up raw-dogged me too."

"You gonna get pregnant, biiiitch!"

Pregnant.

/Pregnant./

Right now, the whole fucking world and everything inside of it decided to revolve around that word, as Anthony Brown, otherwise known as 'BigJigglyPanda', sat in the PAX East bathrooms, clutching his stomach as he tried not to freak out.

That was the last thing he needed right now.

It was all Mini's fault. He could blame this on him, solely, though it was really his and Marcel's.

It was Craig and Tyler who brought the drinks though, so they had some fault in this.

He couldn't really remember everything that happened at PAX West last year, but he remembered enough that they had gotten drunk on one of their last nights there and he woke up in the late morning before their panel with his ass hurting and Marcel curled around his side.

Neither was a good sign to wake up to, in both their minds. Marcel was married to Simone and Anthony was no homewrecker. They would just be the friends they always were and two days later, they swore to forget the whole thing as they parted to their separate planes.

Well, Anthony was /supposed/ to forget at least.

But, 3 months after PAX ended, shit hit the fan rather quickly.

Anthony was exhausted for days on end once PAX ended, that was normal, but he hadn't been starving before. Or ill, as he felt like he was. It was extended as well, which further fueled the fire of suspicion in Anthony's mind that something was not right with him.

Did he catch something from PAX, maybe? A bug or so? The flu, even?

Well, no, it seemed. He had done videos with the guys and none of them mentioned anything about being sick, so that was quite out of the question.

It ate away at him for several days, before he finally had the balls to go and see his GP, after the throwing up still didn't cease (that and Tyler had remarked he sounded like shit during a Cards Against Humanity video).

It had clicked by the time he was told he was pregnant and saw the little guy for the first time though. Didn't stop his panic attack from coming on when he got home though.

He slid down the wall with a squeak, breathing harsh as he hid his head in his hands, trying to get this brain to work again and think what to do now.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

PAIN.

He was shot back into the present when another cramp folded itself over him, making his hands grip the wall in vain and his feet and shoes grind into the ground as he moaned.