Kanga's belly had grown so tight she could feel her seams being pulled. Each movement, every shift of her body would make her aware of how taut they'd become, some stitches way more visible than others. But while cleaning around the house she felt one in particular snap on her side, the sound of stitches popping one after another sounded as she looked down to see some stuffing spilling out. "Oh well" she thought, nothing a quick patch job couldn't fix. And admittedly? It was a little exciting...
(Two versions because I wanted to have fun with the background a bit. I feel like the second brings more attention to the rip. And there will be more of this.)