As he laid down to rest, Hesiod felt somewhat weird having a micro in his belly before he turned in. Most of the time when performing his duty has a bodyguard, any trespassers he found that were of the smaller variety were just taken in and escorted off the premises. They would usually be punching and kicking inside of him wanting to be set free (which they were). But in this case, he felt the micro rubbing his stomach walls ever so softly with his small hands. It was an odd feeling, but one that he could get used to.
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This piece means so much to me... just being able to be inside of the strong and protective embrace of another, listening to the soothing sounds of the stomach gurgling and the heartbeat above. Any worries that I had just seem to melt away.

This piece was commissioned by  Darkzeus. He is offering commissions for a reasonable price and has a very quick turnout rate. He is kind and always wants to make sure you're satisfied. If you can't commission him, I highly recommend to check out his gallery, as he does truly amazing work.

See the original submission here.

Hesiod belongs to Darkzeus
Jayden belongs to me