A continuation from this picture!

More months means more growin'. The human fella's been hung up a bit more to give more room for the growing calves, who're getting rowdier by the day. Maybe they didn't appreciate the smoke coming off that sailor. The crews also started up a betting pool about who's actually the father of the humans litter.

Some of the crew has started to get real ornery about who gets to be next to load up the guy. You'd think the human could catch a break, what with the load he's already carrying, but nope!! Fights were breaking out and the captain had to step in. He knows he cant get rid of the honorary crew member because he's "good for morale", so instead he's got them gambling for it.

As some sort of attempt at being responsible, the crew bring a doctor aboard to have a look at the human fella for a general check up. The stork doctor is in fact fucking horrified about the absolute Round State of this poor man. He tries to tell the crew how irresponsible they've been with the human but they're just proud of themselves.

One night, the deck swab who cleans up after everyone finds the opportunity to finally have a go at the coveted hole. He's part of the crew after all, he's got the right to relieve some stress too.

Human fella has been huge for a while... He's gotta pop at some point.