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SRU: Empathy Synopsis: A trio of pregnant women are getting frustrated by the lack of sympathy from their husbands / lovers. A visit to a curious little shop gives them the means to let the men in their lives experience all the discomfort of their pregnancies. Remember, though, to read the instructions! [email protected] ********************************************************************** SRU: Empathy Denise eased herself into the plastic chair and sighed heavily. She took a long sip of her soda before setting it on the table. "I like getting out of the house," she said between short shallow breaths, sounding almost like she was panting, "but I wish the mall wasn't so damned big." "I know what you mean," Laura Wilson, seated on her right, agreed quickly. She rubbed her hands over her very large belly. "It seems like this place gets bigger every week." The other woman at the table laughed. "Just like us," she said as she rubbed her own tummy. "But you have to admit that all this walking is good exercise." Denise Ashton flipped a few unruly wisps of blonde hair from her face. "Maybe," she complained, "but my feet are killing me! And Jim doesn't seem to care!" With her moderate length blonde hair framing her face, she was attractive, even with her hair a bit disheveled. Her pretty face, however, contrasted sharply with the plain, even dull and unattractive dress which draped over her swollen breasts and large round stomach. Laura and Annie Jones, the third woman, nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Men just don't get it." All three women were visibly pregnant, with Laura being clearly the farthest along at eight months. Denise was about two or three weeks behind in her ordeal, and Annie brought up the rear at just over seven months. Of the three, Annie was the youngest by a few years, to all appearances a short sweet college-aged red-haired freckled girl- next-door. Her innocent appearance contrasted sharply with her obvious pregnant state and lack of wedding band. Even though she was 'great with child' in appearance, an astute observer would recognize that prior to pregnancy, she was a fit, trim, and very attractive young woman. Denise looked to be in her late twenties, which wasn't far from her biological age. Even with her hair a bit mussed and with an unattractive maternity blouse, Denise had an air of sophistication about her. Perhaps from the way she carried her five-foot ten body, perhaps from the meticulously applied makeup, or maybe from the simple yet striking jewelry she wore, she looked out of place in the simple maternity dress. She seemed more suited to an evening gown. And yet, in spite of an aura of refined dignity, she exuded a warmth in her eyes and her facial expressions that instantly made one feel at ease with Denise. "Sometimes, I wish I could get a good foot massage. Or a backrub," Laura added wistfully. "But Bill just doesn't seem to notice." Like Denise, Laura was wearing her hair in a simple low- maintenance style; her long brown hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. And like Annie and Denise, she was wearing tent-like maternity clothes that seemed more to emphasize her pregnant state than to make a fashion statement. Laura looked about twenty-five, and where the other two retained the image of temporarily-large women who were otherwise very trim and fit, Laura was innately chubby. Her roundish face exuded warmth and cheer, and with her long brown hair and brown eyes and infectious smile, she had a disarming appearance. That contrasted with her razor-sharp wit and sometimes acid tongue that she used for verbal defense. "You're lucky," Annie snorted. "Sometimes Paul is such a pig!" Laura shook her head. "We _told_ you he was a chauvinist before you moved in with him." Annie nodded slowly. "Yeah, I remember." "And you remember how he always joked about keeping his woman barefoot and pregnant?" Denise added. Annie sighed. "But he's really nice. And good." Laura frowned and shook her head. "Has he proposed yet? Or is he going to bail on you?" "He said he doesn't want to have us go down the aisle with me pregnant." Annie glanced at her two friends. "But I know he won't leave me!" Laura sighed. "Just be careful," she advised. "If he's nervous, you don't want to push him away." Denise shook her head again. "Just once, I'd like to convince Jim that I'd gladly trade him a week of sex for a foot massage." Annie nearly choked on her soda. "Yeah," she laughed. "Paul seems to think my being pregnant is a big turn-on." "I wish the guys could understand just how uncomfortable it is having sex with a swollen belly. It's like my tummy gets in the way of everything! The only thing that works for me is when he does it doggy-style, and Bill hates that!" Laura snickered. "Yeah, I know," Annie agreed. "But it's hard to focus with a belly and saggy boobs hanging down and bouncing all over the place!" Denise laughed aloud. She glanced at her own huge swollen breasts and then at Annie's chest. "Try it in another month when your boobs get even bigger!" Annie's eyes widened. "I hadn't thought of that," she sighed. "I mean, I knew they were going to get bigger, but not that much!" Laura wiped a tear of mirth from her eye. "You've got twins, remember? You've already got the biggest belly and tits of all of us! And they're only going to get bigger!" A shuffling of chairs behind Denise caused her to spin around. She saw three teenage boys, in the uniform of baggy pants, sports-logo T-shirts, and their odd hats, quickly pushing their chairs back as they left their table. They were glancing at the older women with expressions of disbelief and even embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry, boys," Denise called out sweetly. "Were we talking too loud?" The boys ignored her and quickly shuffled out of the food court's seating area. Annie snickered. "It looks like one of them is a little green," she observed. "Well, I guess they've never heard older pregnant women talking about their bodies, boobs, and sex before." "Yeah. Probably like thinking about your parents having sex," Denise chortled in agreement. "They're just men. Only smaller. Serves them right to be embarrassed," Annie added. Laura slurped the last few drops from her soda, then painfully levered herself to her feet. "Can we walk down to the department store? I still need to find a changing table that goes with grandma's old crib." Denise heaved herself up. "Still looking for that? Weren't you and Bill going to get something last weekend?" Laura sighed. "We couldn't find anything that I liked. And he's ready to just buy anything." She sighed again, more heavily this time. "I just wish he'd get some interest in decorating the baby's room. And in picking out clothes." Annie nodded. "Paul doesn't like shopping at all. But at least we're getting lots of furniture and baby clothes from his mom and sister." "I'm going to try Wallpaper World again on the way home. They said they were getting in a couple of new pattern books, and I need to find some borders to trim the room," Laura reported. Denise laughed. "You'd better hurry, or Bill's going to be decorating the room between the time you have the baby and the time you come home. Which is what, about half a day?" Laura winced. "Yeah, and he'll do it in some sports theme." "Paul would do something NASCAR related," Annie groaned. "You should see the little racing suit jammies his mom got for the kids." "You showed us," Denise reminded Annie. "Last week, at the game." She visibly shuddered. "If Jim ever got anything like that for our child, I'd strangle him!" Laura laughed. "Yeah, but in case you hadn't noticed, the guys aren't too thrilled with pastel colors." She thought for a moment. "Let's stop at the maternity shop on the way. I need a new blouse or two." Laura and Annie nodded their agreement with the plan. "Yeah, but I doubt there's anything more fashionable than a circus tent!" Laura commented dryly. Annie sighed. "Paul will get so mad if I buy still another outfit." Denise rolled her eyes, and Laura winced. Paul was very controlling of Annie, and neither Denise nor Laura expected him to commit to something more permanent. They were surprised that he hadn't pushed her to get an abortion after she'd become pregnant. Then again, Paul's image of women was the stereotypical chauvinist attitude that a woman's place was 'barefoot and pregnant'. Laura changed the subject. "I wish the guys could experience what we're going through," she said wistfully. "They'd change their attitudes quickly." Denise nodded. "You ever hear of the Empathy Belly?" she asked. "It's supposed to simulate how a woman feels during pregnancy." Laura laughed. "Yeah. I heard it was great. Guys change their tunes after spending time in it. It's got movable weights that simulate the pressure from the baby's head and limbs, straps that constrict the ribs for that 'out of breath' feeling, even weight to simulate big saggy breasts." She sighed. "When I got pregnant, I actually looked to see if I could buy or rent one." "And?" Laura shook her head again. "No dice. First, they only sell them to educational organizations. Like hospital prenatal groups and so on. Second, they're expensive as all sin." Denise sighed. "Too bad." She glanced at Annie. "Even if we could find them, I doubt Paul would ever put one on." Laura and Annie stopped suddenly. "That's strange," Laura announced. "Where's ... where's 'Fertile Fashions'?" Annie stammered. "It was here last week!" Denise frowned. "If they'd been going out of business, we'd have heard of it. You can't just change a mall store in a week!" Laura laughed sarcastically. "As if Fertile Fashions was a good name for that tent warehouse anyway!" Annie stared at the closed, windowed storefront that had replaced their favorite maternity shop. "Spells R Us?" She shook her head. "Maybe it's a branch of the Toys R Us franchise?" Denise thought for a moment. "I don't think so." "Well, now what?" Annie asked. "I'm tired of standing." Laura shrugged. "Let's check it out." She saw the disbelieving stared from her companions. "We walked all the way down here, and there's a new curio shop. So let's check it out." Annie frowned. "You go ahead. I never liked that kind of thing." She spied a bench in the spacious mall corridor. "I think I'll sit down for a bit." Laura sighed. She started to speak, then she thought better of reminding Annie that her objection to shopping was more related to how Paul would react to her spending money. "Well?" she asked Denise. Denise shrugged. "Since we walked here, might as well." With Laura, she trudged to the storefront, then Denise tugged the door open. Above her head, a little bell tinkled to announce their entrance. Laura jumped at the unexpected sound, and Denise laughed. "A bit out of place in a mall, don't you think?" As Denise gazed about the store, her jaw dropped slowly. The shop had a little of everything. Atop a table sat an old and large jewelry box, with various rings, necklaces, earrings, and other things spilling from the half-open drawers. A couple of antique rocking chairs abutted the table. On the far wall, a rack of costumes seemed out of place at first - most were superheroes or women's costumes. Then again, next to the rack of video tapes and computer games and programs, it didn't seem so odd. Beside the counter stood a rack with assorted drug-store items, like soap, shampoo, and other toiletries and basic first-aid remedies. Old clothes, from the Victorian period and earlier, hung on a crowded display rack smashed between a rack of what appeared to be spices and oils on one side and a rack of old books on the other. An old jukebox poked its head above a box of assorted intimate apparel. "Wow!" Denise exclaimed softly. "This place is ... cool!" "Cool?" Laura asked, surprised. "It's full of ... junk!" "No," Denise protested. "It's ... I don't know." She shrugged. "It's kind of neat. It reminds me of my grandmother's attic." "And I appreciate that you don't think it's junk," a man's voice said from beside them, startling both women. He noticed the mild fright he'd given them, and he hastily apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have been more careful in making my appearance." Denise was the first to recover. "That's all right," she said nervously. "It's just that, well, I didn't see you coming." "How may I help you ladies," the old man, wearing what was, to all appearances, an old blue robe, asked. He suddenly started. "Where are my manners?" he asked himself. "Two ladies, great with child, and I didn't even offer you chairs." He clucked to himself, obviously upset. "Here you go." Behind Laura and Denise, two stools had appeared. "How ... how did you do that?" Laura stammered. The old man smiled. "Normally, I point to my sign, Laura. But since you," he looked at Denise, "were so gracious in describing my shop...." He smiled broadly. "I'm a wizard. I do those sorts of things." "A wizard...." Denise muttered. "Yes, Denise," the old man answered. "A wizard." "How did you know our names?" Laura suddenly asked. The old man seemed to deflate as he sighed heavily. In answer, he pointed to a large sign above his counter. "Because I'm a wizard, that's how," the sign read. "Oh." Denise and Laura didn't sound convinced. "Now, would you care to browse a bit, or, since you are rather tired from your excursion through the mall, would you like to get right to the point?" "The point?" Laura asked, now curious. "We were looking for maternity clothes," she began to explain. The old man smiled. "Ah, yes. But what you _really_ wanted was to find something like that, er," he wrinkled his brow in concentration, "the Empathy Belly. Isn't that it?" He sighed. "A wonderful if inadequate concept," he said to himself. "You three, including your friend outside, were all wishing that your husbands - or boyfriend, in Annie's case - could experience the discomfort and trials and tribulations of your pregnancies, all in the hope that they would become more sensitive to your needs. Am I right?" Laura exchanged a nervous glance with Denise. "Yes," she said hesitantly. "But ..." The old man sighed and shook his head. "Let's not start that again, shall we?" Denise straightened up her shoulders, visibly mustering her courage in the face of this strange man who knew things that he shouldn't know. "Yeah," she answered. "That would be great. But you can't by an Empathy Belly." "Even if we could," Laura added, "they're way too expensive." "Besides," Denise added, "an Empathy Belly wouldn't simulate all the symptoms. Like my long-term morning sickness." She shook her head. "It would be nice, but I wish my husband could experience _all_ my symptoms." "Yeah," Laura echoed. "But I'd settle for an Empathy Belly." The old man nodded knowingly. "If you ladies would follow me, I think I have just what you're looking for." He quickly threaded his way through the odd piles, shelves, and assorted racks of goods, with the two pregnant women following behind him. He stopped at a wall case, and after checking that the ladies were still with him, he awkwardly lifted himself to his tiptoes and pulled down an odd bundle. As he turned, he smiled. "Yes, Laura, I suppose I could have used magic to levitate myself up, or to fetch them down. But that would have been a bit ... ostentatious. I prefer to let your imaginations consider, by my small feats, whether I truly am a wizard. Levitation would ... spoil the fun." The man unfolded a wrapper around the bundle and revealed the enclosed garments. With a bit of smugness, he held up one. The garment looked like a cross between a girdle and a full-figure longline bra, a one-piece bodysuit without sleeves or legs. The cups were filled with something that made them appear to be large breasts, and the belly was huge and round. As the old man turned it, the women could see a zipper down the back. "Okay," Laura said slowly. "It looks like the pictures I've seen of the Empathy Belly." The old wizard smiled, draped the one garment over a pile of books, and held up a second garment. It was similar to the first, but it lacked the filling in the bra and belly. Instead, it had normal bra cups and a bulged belly to accommodate the swollen size of a pregnant woman. Denise's eyebrows rose. "Okay, I'll bite. It looks like there's one for the woman and one for the man. Why?" The old man smiled. "My initial estimation of you was correct," he said. "The garment for the man simulates the entire set of pregnancy symptoms. The garment for the woman is designed to ease the burden of pregnancy." Laura's eyes widened, then she nodded. "Oh, I see. So while Bill is stuck feeling pregnant, I'll feel less so?" She got a far-off, dreamy look in her eyes. "It'd sure be nice to not feel pregnant for a few hours." Denise nodded in agreement. "But now for the catch. How much?" She was waiting for the bad news, expecting a price similar to the multi-hundred dollar Empathy Belly. The wizard glanced at the one pair of garments. "Twenty-five dollars," he replied. "And if each of you buy one, I'll throw in a third set for Annie and her boyfriend," he added quickly as incentive for the women to buy. Denise's eyes raised and she glanced at Laura. It sounded too good to be true. Laura's expression indicated that she thought the same. The old man noted their skepticism. "I offer a 100% guarantee. If, after following the directions, you don't feel as energetic as before your pregnancy, I'll cheerfully refund the purchase price." "You're awfully confident that we'll be satisfied customers," Laura observed cautiously. She glanced at the garment again. "I guess I'll take one, then." Denise looked longingly at the pair of garments. "But ... you only have one size, and we're all different ..." The old man smiled. "It's a special stretch fabric. One size fits all." "Figures." Denise nodded slowly. "I guess I'll take one, too." The old man pulled two additional sets of the garments from the bundle, and then he rewrapped it and placed it back on the shelf. Carrying the three pairs of garments, he led the ladies to the counter. Quickly, he rang up the sales and collected their payment. As he began to stuff the paired garments into three separate bags, he paused. "I guarantee that your husbands will have a new appreciation for pregnancy after you use these. Now, you must follow the instructions printed on the label of the woman's garment. The man's garment must be put on first, and then the woman's. It's the control, after all. When you remove them ..." Laura winced, then she grabbed her bag. "Yeah. On the label. Restroom?" she asked frantically. The old man shook his head and pointed out the door. "By the food court." "Thanks." She darted from the shop, her bag and purse clutched in her two hands. Denise took the other two bags. "Bladder soccer. The one game pregnant women hate most." "But the instructions..." the old man tried to continue. "On the label. Right." Denise hurried from the shop after her friend. The old man watched them go, then he smiled to himself. A new appreciation indeed. ********** Laura pulled on her oversized nightshirt, then, as Jim emerged from the bathroom, she pulled out the shopping bag. "I got something for us," she said. "What is it?" Bill asked impatiently. He looked and sounded more than a little tired. Like Laura, he was 'of stout build', not so much fat as just portly. He wore his dark brown hair short, and the mustache and goatee gave him a slightly mysterious appearance. Right now, though, his eyes were heavy and he looked nearly exhausted, and Laura knew why. Bill wasn't a heavy sleeper, and with the discomfort of her pregnancy, her tossing and turning all night was seriously cutting into Bill's sleep. Laura displayed the garments. "It's like that Empathy Belly I mentioned. It simulates pregnancy, so you can understand what it's like for me." Bill sighed heavily. "What for?" he snapped. "I hear about it every day." Laura set the garments down. "You don't understand. I got this so you _would_." Bill sighed, then he flopped down on his side of the bed and crawled under the covers. "Yeah, well maybe I'll try it later. When I'm not so busy and tired." Laura put the garments back in the bag and pushed the bag to the floor. She looked positively hurt by Bill's attitude. "Could you at least give me a backrub?" she asked softly. "Please?" With a heavy sigh, Bill sat back up and pulled the blankets from atop him. "Okay, I suppose." His voice had a tone of 'you owe me one' that Laura couldn't miss. After all too brief a massage, Bill flopped back down, crawled under the covers, and clicked off his light. For a long time, Laura sat on the bed, her back propped against the headrest and her legs under the covers, shaking her head softly and resting. Then she slid down and turned off her light. In what seemed like moments, a light blinded her and she cautiously pried her eyes open, shielding them from the glare with her hand. She saw Bill sitting up in bed. "What?" she asked when she realized he was glaring at her. "You're snoring again," Bill snarled. Laura sat up even as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "It's not my fault!" she protested through her sobs. "It's the weight and pressure from the baby!" She futilely wiped at the stream of tears on her cheeks. "Yeah, well it's keeping me up," Bill countered sharply. "If you'd try the empathy belly, you'd understand," Laura protested through her tears. "I don't want to understand," Bill replied. "I just want a good night's sleep." He stood abruptly and stomped out of the room. "I'm going to sleep in the guest room. Again." Laura flopped back down as her sobs turned into full bawling. It wasn't fair. Bill didn't understand. He wouldn't even try to understand. She cried herself to sleep. ********** "I _said_ I was sorry," Bill pleaded across the table. His newspaper, usually in front of him so he could read as he ate, was pushed aside so Laura would see he was serious. Laura didn't look up from her cereal, opting instead to take another bite. Bill shook his head. "Look, what do you want from me? I'm sorry I snapped at you, okay?" Laura finally looked up, and her glare was painful to Bill. "You don't understand what it's like for me. And you won't even try to understand." Bill's eyes widened momentarily. "This is about that belly thing, isn't it," he said with certainty. Laura shook her head. "No, it's not about that belly thing! It's about you not understanding what it's like for me being pregnant! It's heavy, it's hard on my back, my feet hurt, and I'm out of breath. It's hard work! But you don't seem to notice!" She took a drink of her juice. "I got that 'belly thing' so you might, maybe, just maybe, understand a thing or two about what it's like for me! But you won't even do that!" She slammed down her spoon and levered herself up from the table, then stomped out of the kitchen in anger. Bill sighed. He really hated arguing with his wife, and he was slowly realizing that she had a point. He _didn't_ understand what the pregnancy was like for Laura. Maybe .... He rose slowly and followed Laura to the living room. "Look," Laura said, exasperated, "it's Saturday. You weren't going golfing today, and we don't have any errands to run. So why don't you wear it today?" Bill looked at his wife, at her pleading eyes. His resolve, already softened by his realization that she had a legitimate point, weakened further. "Please?" Laura pleaded with the look she used as a last resort, the one that could melt a glacier. Bill relented, just as Laura knew he would. "Okay," he said, trying to sound macho and manly, and less like a cuddly teddy bear, "I'll give it a shot." Then, as he remembered their planned activities, he had second thoughts. "Uh," he stammered, "Jim was coming over to watch the game this afternoon, remember? And then we're having our cookout tomorrow night, remember?" Laura smiled sweetly. "I remember," she replied quickly. "And I expect Denise and Jim will be wearing theirs, too." Bill knew he was being conned. "Okay," he surrendered completely. "I'll wear the darned thing." Laura practically danced her way to the bedroom, returning moments later with the pair of garments. She held up the man's, with its padded belly and breasts, to Bill. "Here is yours." Bill frowned. "Why two?" Laura shrugged. "The shopkeeper said that mine would help me feel more comfortable. And yours, well, that's obvious, isn't it?" Bill shook his head slightly. "Doesn't this sound kind of, I don't know, strange?" Laura sensed that Bill might be seeking an excuse. "No. It doesn't. And you're going to put on your belly and wear it for the rest of the weekend." Bill sighed yet again. "Okay." He took the odd-looking garment, flinching at how heavy it was, and stood. "I'll go crawl into this ... contraption." He saw Laura standing, watching him, and making no move to put on her own garment. "Aren't you going to put yours on?" he asked. Laura shook her head. "Only after you put yours on." Bill rolled his eyes. "What?" Laura shrugged. "That's what the shopkeeper said." "Or what? We'll be hit by lightning or something?" It was Laura's turn to sigh. "No," she said sarcastically. "It's just what the man said." Bill stripped naked. "Okay, how do I put this thing on?" he asked as he held the heavy garment. "It looks like a zipper in the back. Laura looked at the garment. "Yeah. But it looks like you're going to have to do some ... tucking ... so you don't squash your ...." She giggled at the unfinished thought. Bill frowned. "Okay." He stepped into the garment, then pulled it up around his waist. He pushed one arm then the next through the armholes, then he pulled the garment up onto his shoulders. "Hmm," he observed. "I thought it would fit tighter." Laura turned him and started to zip up the back. "It's a one-size fits all." She finished the zipping, and let Bill turn back around. Laura's eyes widened. It looked _exactly_ like Bill was pregnant. The cups of the garment sagged with very realistic large heavy breasts, and as he turned, they even swayed like real boobs. His belly was swollen, and already she could see that he was leaning back to offset the extra weight on his front. "Well?" Bill asked when he saw Laura's reaction. Laura didn't say anything. Instead, she took Bill's hand and led him to the dresser. As he looked at himself in the mirror, his mouth dropped. He looked down, at the simulated breasts jutting realistically from his chest, down between them to the round protrusion of a pregnant belly. "Holy cow!" he muttered. "I look like you do!" Laura smiled. "And how does it feel?" she asked. She was watching as he moved. Already, he was compensating for the extra weight, and unconsciously, his hands moved down to cradle the weight as he waddled back to the bed. Slowly, carefully, he sat down on the bed, gasping for breath as he did so. Bill shook his head carefully. He wanted to avoid any motion which would make his chest jiggle. "This is ... heavy!" Laura smiled and slipped into her own garment. After pulling it over her shoulders, she turned her back to Bill. With difficulty, he leaned forward and pulled the zipper up. Laura's eyes widened again. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "I feel ... lighter!" She took a deep breath, the first she'd taken in months. "This thing is great!" Bill sighed. "Well, I guess it's fair, since I'm going to be learning what it's like for you!" He looked down at the garment. With considerable effort, he levered himself back to his feet, then he waddled to his closet. "Oof!" he grunted from the closet as he tried to put on a shirt. He gave up. "These things are too small!" he complained as he came back to the bedroom and plopped heavily on the bed. Laura laughed. "One of the problems of being pregnant." She walked easily to her closet and returned with a large tent-like blouse. "Try this." Bill looked distastefully at the blouse, then at the empathy belly. It was obvious that he was torn between putting on a ladies' blouse on the one hand and being seen in what appeared to be ladies' intimate apparel on the other. He took the blouse and pulled it on. Laura suppressed a snicker. It wouldn't be fair, she reasoned, since Bill was being a good sport. "Now, that's not so bad, is it?" Bill pulled himself to his feet. "No," he panted. "As long as I can rest for a bit after we get downstairs." He started to waddle toward the stairs, then he halted midstride. With a look of desperation on his face, he turned and headed for the bedroom. "What happened? It feels like something just pushed into my bladder!" Laura did snicker this time. "That's the whole idea. It's got weights that do that, since it's one of the symptoms." ********** "I'll get it," Bill called from his easy chair at the sound of the doorbell. With a pull of a lever, he dropped the footrest, then he paused and took a breath or two. He grasped the armrests and started to pull himself up out of the chair. Laura stuck her head into the room. "Don't worry," she said sweetly, "I'll get it." She stepped lightly to the front door and opened it. "Come in," she invited Jim and Denise. Denise walked easily into the house, but behind her, Jim trudged slowly, almost waddling, his arms cradling his large belly. Laura smiled. "Bill's in the family room," she informed Jim as she closed the door behind them. "Watching the game." "Thanks." Laboriously, holding his aching back with one hand, Jim waddled to join Bill. Denise and Laura strode to the kitchen. It was Denise who started laughing first. "Those two..." she started to say, but was unable to continue. Laura chuckled with her. "Has Jim been as big a baby as Bill has been?" Denise nodded vigorously. "He expects me to do everything for him," she agreed. "And he's always complaining." Laura got a cup from the cupboard. "Coffee?" she asked unnecessarily. As she poured the cup, she noted, "I had to remind Bill that he's lucky. This is only for the weekend. And still, it's nonstop complaints!" Denise took the cup from Laura. "Don't I know it! My back hurts. I can't sleep! I have to go to the bathroom!" She sipped her coffee. "Such a bunch of cry-babies!" "Yeah," Laura agreed. "And I had to argue to get Bill to put it on yesterday!" "Jim put his on Friday night, right after we got home." Denise took another sip. "You know, these supporters are like magic. I haven't felt this good in, well, in months." Laura nodded. "Yeah. I could keep this on for the rest of the pregnancy." She turned toward the living room. "I'm going to start the grill, okay honey?" She heard an answering grunt from the easy chair. "Are Annie and Paul coming?" Denise asked as the two women walked out to the patio. Laura sighed. "She _said_ they'd be here, but you know Paul...." "Yeah." Denise waited until Laura had the grill lit. "You know, of the three of them, Paul is the one who needs the lesson the most." "Yeah. But he's the least likely to try it on." Denise laughed. "Maybe we should tackle him and force him to wear it!" Laura laughed in agreement. "You know what's odd?" she asked. Denise glanced up. "What?" "Since we put on our empathy bellies, Bill has been a _lot_ more interested in decorating the baby's room." Denise frowned for a moment, then she nodded. "Yeah. Jim, too. And this morning, he was worrying about whether we needed some more baby outfits." She shook her head. "Strange, isn't it?" Laura shrugged. "Maybe, but I, for one, am glad he's finally interested." ********** "Are you as uncomfortable as I am?" Bill sighed heavily. "Probably more. Your belly thing doesn't look as pregnant as mine." "Wonder how they do that." Bill shrugged. "I don't know. Pretty good trick, though." "Yeah." He watched the game for a few moments. "Did you and Laura figure out how you're going to decorate the room yet?" Bill nodded. "We went to the Baby's Room this morning. Funny thing, though." "What?" Bill wrinkled his nose. "You know how she's been nagging so much about finishing the room?" "Yeah?" Bill shook his head. "She didn't really want to go this morning. I almost had to force her to go." "So, what did you decide?" Jim asked, nearly bursting with curiosity. Bill smiled. "Laura had been talking about animals, so we found a really cute zoo motif. Wallpaper border by the ceiling, some prints to glue on the wall, and matching bedding." Jim frowned. "I wish I could get Denise to make up her mind. She just doesn't seem interested the past couple of days." Bill looked thoughtful. "Say, you don't suppose it has anything to do with these ... things, do you?"" Jim glanced at Bill. "What, like they're magic or something?" He shook his head disdainfully. "Nah. They're just paying us back for how they said _we_ acted." "You're probably right," Bill agreed. "Does yours have the weights pushing in your bladder so you have to pee a lot?" "Yup. You get nauseous, too?" Bill shook his head. "I don't have that part." "You're lucky." Jim sighed again. "I couldn't sleep worth a damn." "Me either." Jim sighed. "At least I can take it off tonight. Two days in this thing are two too many." "Yeah. Lucky for me Laura didn't make me put it on until yesterday morning." Bill frowned. "Ooh," he grunted. "Got to pee again." He pulled himself up from his chair and waddled toward the bathroom. ********** "It's funny though," Denise reported as she and Laura walked toward the front door, "but Jim has been nauseous, and I haven't." Laura shrugged. "That old man said it mimicked all the symptoms." She opened the door to greet Annie and Paul. "Hi," she said with a smile. "Come in." Annie gave Laura and Denise hugs. "Sorry we're late!" Laura shook her head, still smiling. "Not at all! We just started the grill, so you're not late!" Paul ignored their small talk. "Got the game on?" he asked bluntly. Laura suppressed the glare she was tempted to give Paul. "They're in the living room," she said with false warmth. Annie waddled after Laura and Denise back to the kitchen. "You guys look good," she observed. "What gives?" Laura exchanged a knowing smile with Denise. "We're both wearing those empathy bellies we got." "It makes me feel a _lot_ better," Denise agreed. Annie looked down, her face glum. "Paul wouldn't try it." Denise shot Laura an 'I told you so' look. "Well, he should." Annie shook her head. "I can't ask him. Not again. He got so mad the first time." Laura glanced at Denise. "You want to try my plan yet?" ********** Paul laughed. "Couple of wusses!" he exclaimed. "It's the woman's job to be pregnant!" Bill sighed and glanced at Jim, who was rolling his eyes at Paul's comment. "These things give you a pretty good perspective on what it's like to be pregnant," he tried to calmly explain. Paul laughed again. "Not in my job description." He took a handful of chips and shoved some into his mouth. "And I'm not going to look silly in that get-up!" he mumbled. ********** Laura sighed. "At least let's put this on you so you can have a couple hours of rest," she said as she started to undo her empathy belly. The three women were in the guest bedroom, down the hall from the kitchen and living room, and out of sight of the men. Annie looked fearfully toward the hallway. "But..." she started to protest. Denise shook her head. "No buts," she said firmly. "If you get a little support so you're not so uncomfortable, what does that hurt?" Annie glanced at her, then she shut up. Denise unzipped Laura, who quickly stepped out of the garment. As Laura started to put her dress back on, Denise helped Annie into the garment, then zipped it up. "Wow!" The relief on Annie's face was obvious. "This thing really does help!" Denise smiled. "I told you so." Laura cradled her belly, suddenly feeling out of breath. "Yeah. And it's worse when you take it off!" ********** "Oof!" Bill exclaimed suddenly. He grimaced at some unknown sensation. "What?" Jim asked without taking his eyes off the big-screen TV. Then he glanced at Bill. "Hey! What did you do?" Bill frowned. "What do you mean?" Jim stared at Bill. "It looks ... different!" Bill tried to lever himself up, and found it more difficult. "What do you mean, different?" he panted as he finally stood up. Jim frowned. "I ... I don't really know. But you look ... bigger? Right, Paul?" Paul looked, then he shrugged. "I don't know. You look silly, like a guy pretending to be pregnant." Bill shuddered. "This ... something's wrong!" He waddled toward the bathroom. "I'm going to take it off." Jim started to say something, then he stopped. "You sure?" he finally asked. Bill frowned. "No," he admitted. "And Laura isn't going to like it. But something's wrong!" He swallowed hard. "I feel ... really nauseous all of a sudden." ********** "Wow!" Annie exclaimed. "I don't feel ... anything! No pressure, no nausea." She smiled. "You're right - these things are great!" Then she frowned. "But ... it's not fitting right." Laura tilted her head quizzically. "What do you mean?" Annie shook her head, her brow wrinkled. "I don't know. It just feels funny." She glanced toward the bathroom. "I ... I need to adjust it." She walked with an odd limp toward the bathroom. Denise frowned. "Hmmm. That's odd." "Yeah. I didn't feel anything funny since I put it on." Denise sipped her coffee, looking thoughtful. "You know, the whole thing has been so unbelievable that it seems like magic. You don't suppose something ... magic ... is happening, do you?" Laura pondered her words. "I don't know. I suppose it _is_ ..." She never finished her thought. The scream from one bathroom and the shriek from the other got her attention first. "That sounded like Bill!" Laura bolted from her chair, at least as fast as her condition would permit. "You check Annie." She trotted toward the sound of Bill's voice. In a few moments, both women came back into the kitchen, and both were as pale as if they'd seen a ghost. Laura's eyes were wide in disbelief. So were Denise's. "You're not going to believe this," Laura stammered as she sank into a chair. "It's ... impossible!" Denise echoed. "Annie ... it can't be! It's impossible!" Slowly, Jim waddled into the kitchen. "What's going on?" he asked as he leaned on the counter. "What's all the screaming about?" Denise and Laura sat staring at the table, muttering softly and incomprehensibly to themselves, all the while shaking their heads in disbelief. Finally, Jim realized he wasn't going to get an answer. "What's going on?" he demanded in a loud voice. Both women started babbling loud and fast about Annie and Bill and babies and breasts and other assorted parts. Jim's head started spinning from the overload. "Hold it!" he shouted in an attempt to get their attention and cease the cacophony of information. "Laura - you go first." Laura stared at him, her eyes wide in shock. "It's Bill. He's ... he's ...." She shook her head and moved her mouth, trying to make words come out. "He's ... pregnant!" she finally exclaimed. Jim frowned. "Wait a minute. You mean he's wearing the empathy belly, right?" Laura shook her head slowly and deliberately. "No. He took it off." "But .... If he took it off, then ...." Jim tried to make sense of what she was saying. Laura shook her head again, and turned to him. "He's got a baby! It's not an empathy belly! It's a real pregnant belly!" She shook her head again. "And real tits! He's really, really pregnant!" Jim shook his head. "That's ... impossible," he said with certainty. Even as he spoke, from the look he was getting from the women, he felt less certain. "But ... how?" Denise shook her head. "It's got to be the empathy belly," she said slowly. "Because Annie isn't pregnant any more." Laura's and Jim's jaws hit the floor simultaneously. "What?" Jim demanded. "That can't be! She's ... huge!" He saw Denise shaking her head in disbelief. "Are you saying that her pregnancy just ... vanished?" Denise nodded. "That's not all." Laura frowned. "What else ...?" "Annie has a ... a ... a penis!" Denise spat out the words. Laura's eyes widened again. With her jaw hanging open in shock, she ran toward Bill's bathroom. In a few moments, she was back, walking very woodenly and looking even more ashen than before. As she sank into a chair, her mouth hanging agape, she saw that Jim and Denise were staring at her. She said nothing, but just nodded confirmation of what they both knew. "How?" Denise finally asked. "It's ..." Laura shook her head. "Remember when you said it was almost magical?" She saw Denise nod. "Remember how that old man said he was a wizard?" Another nod. Laura swallowed. "I think he really was." "Wait a minute," Jim finally said, his brow furrowed. "This is impossible! You two - you're pulling a fast one!" He turned and stormed off toward Bill's bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Hey, Bill, it's me." "Uh, I'm ... er, not right now!" Bill's voice was muffled by the door. Jim frowned, then he turned the doorknob and opened the door. His frown turned to surprise at the sight. Bill was standing in the bathroom nearly naked. He was as white as Laura had been. From his chest hung two very large round saggy breasts, capped by huge brown nipples. The boobs rested partly atop a large tummy, round and swollen just exactly like that of a pregnant woman. Jim's jaw dropped. Then he looked down, between Bill's legs. To the empty spot. The hairy empty crotch that _should_ have held a penis and a scrotum. "Holy shit!" Jim exclaimed. "It ... it's really ... it happened!" Bill raised his hands to cover his breasts, then he dropped one to cover his empty crotch. "What ... what the hell happened to me?" he wailed. "I'm ... I feel like I'm pregnant!" He slumped onto the closed lid of the toilet, his mouth trying to form words as his wide eyes started to mist. "It's ... it's impossible!" ********** "Now let's see if I've got this straight," Paul said gruffly as he glanced around the kitchen table. At the other five, all of whom seemed to be in a state of shock. "Bill isn't wearing his belly thing." Bill nodded mutely. "And that's a real baby and ... stuff." Another nod. Paul shook his head, a mocking sneer on his lips. "And Annie ... isn't pregnant any more." Annie shook her head, then she broke down in tears. "See for yourself, you idiot!" she cried, pulling her blouse tight against her flat tummy. "Do _you_ see any sign that I'm pregnant?" Jim sighed. "Paul, it's real." "It _can't_ be real!" Paul exclaimed harshly. "Because if it is, my sons are in him," he pointed at Bill's large belly, "and my ... girlfriend ... is ...." He looked away, a disgusted look on his face. "That's impossible!" Denise sighed. "Let's go through it again." She saw no objections among the shocked and angry faces, so she continued. "The old man claimed to be a wizard. He claimed that these," she held up the garment that she and Annie had worn, "were magical, right?" She saw a nod of agreement from Laura. "And they were ... are very good at mimicking the symptoms we each had." Jim shook his head. "Yeah, but the Empathy Belly does that, too! There's nothing magical about it!" Denise stared coolly at Jim. "But does the Empathy Belly make you feel morning sickness? Does it make you crave pistachio ice cream?" She shook her head. "And can you name one support garment that would take away my symptoms?" Jim glanced at Bill, then he shook his head. "It _sounds_ improbable, but it could just be..." Laura frowned. "If it's just coincidence, then why are your symptoms exactly like Denise's, down to the exact cravings and nausea and everything else?" She shook her head. "Why does Bill look exactly like Annie did?" She sighed as she sat back in her chair. "I'm willing to bet that if we went to a doctor, we'd find out that Bill has Annie's twins." Bill paled at Laura's words. "No doctor," he snapped quickly. He saw the others look at him. "Can you imagine what would happen to me if I went to a doctor - like this?" He dropped his gaze and sighed as he slowly shook his head. "What the hell am I going to do?" "We'll have to go find that shop - and the wizard," Laura said firmly. "He _did_ promise us satisfaction or our money back, right?" There was something in Denise's eyes that surprised Laura. She was holding the woman's garment, and she held up the tag. "He promised us money back - _if_ we followed the directions," she said slowly. Laura felt the color drain from her face. "What do you mean _if_?" she asked slowly. Denise sighed. "It says that the garments are to be worn by one couple and only one couple. Swapping garments while in use may cause unpredictable side effects." Annie's mouth dropped open. "You're telling me that _this_," she pointed at her flat stomach and the bulge in the crotch of her slacks, "is a _side effect_?" she nearly screamed. She looked like she was between rage and panic. Laura slowly lifted her jaw. "But ... but we _have_ to find him! We can't be like this!" She took the garment from Denise and started reading the tag. Jim sighed. "At least it's only Annie and Bill," he said hopefully. He saw the look on Laura's face as she read the tag. "Right?" he pleaded. Laura sighed. "I don't know," she said. "Listen to this. These garments provide the ultimate simulation of pregnancy a man can ever experience, while at the same time, relieving the burdens for the woman. The man wearing the garment will experience all of the effects of pregnancy that his partner has while he is wearing the garment. These garments will only work for pregnancies exceeding 28 weeks. Caution: Once a man and woman have both activated their garments, the garments must not be shared with other individuals or unpredictable side effects may occur." "Some side effects," Bill said bitterly. Laura ignored his self-pitying comment as she continued to read the label. "The garments should not be worn for more than 48 consecutive hours or unpredictable side effects may occur." She looked up and saw Denise and Jim turn pale. Her mouth dropped open. "When ... did you put them on?" she stammered. Jim glanced at his watch, then he looked up. There was no color in his face, and his mouth hung agape. "Sometime around three on Friday afternoon," he said slowly. "Right?" he asked Denise. Denise nodded somberly. As one, all the heads turned to the wall clock, to the big hand pointing to the three, and the little handing pointing to the four. It was 3:20. Jim scrambled from his chair, pulled off his sweater, and turned so Denise could unzip the garment. As she started to pull the zipper down, Laura's eyes widened. "Wait!" she shouted. Denise and Bill froze. "What?" Denise asked unsteadily. Laura shook her head. "Instructions: The man puts on his garment first. When the woman dons her garment, the pair is activated, and the man will experience all the woman's symptoms of pregnancy, while the woman has her symptoms relieved. When the garments are removed, the woman must take her garment off before the man removes his. Failure to follow the proper order in donning and removing garments may result in unpredictable side effects." She looked up, her eyes wide. Denise and the others followed her gaze to the back of Jim's garment, to where the zipper hung nearly open. Denise looked fearfully at Jim's garment and visibly shuddered. "Did we ... mess it up?" she asked hesitantly. Jim winced. "I ... I don't know," he said softly. "I'm not sure how it feels right now!" He looked like he was about to cry. Laura saw the amused sneer on Paul's face, and decided to ignore the fact that he was being entertained by the goings-on. "Denise, let's get you out of that. Quick." She walked quickly toward the guest room, while Jim stood helpless in the kitchen, not daring to move lest the garment shift and complete the 'unpredictable side effects'. He glanced warily at Bill, and knew that if things went wrong, he was going to end up in the same delicate situation as Bill. A minute later, Laura walked slowly into the kitchen, as if in a funeral procession. She saw the hopeful look in Jim's eyes. She closed her eyes while she slowly shook her head. Jim's eyes widened, and his face contorted with shock. "No!" he cried. He glanced down at the garment, then he slowly peeled the shoulder straps off his shoulders. With a look of genuine fright, he slowly peeled the garment down from his chest. "No!" he cried as the garment peeled back off a pair of large breasts. "No!" He sank into a chair, his gaze fixed on the symptoms of his own 'side effects'. Slowly, fearfully, he touched his breasts, as if to dispel an illusion. But he realized as he hefted the swelling mammaries that they were no illusion. He shook his head in disbelief, silently mouthing 'no' over and over. Annie glanced between Laura and Denise, who'd just come back in the room. Her belly was flat, and her swollen breast were back at their pre-pregnancy size. And she had the same bulge in her crotch that Annie had. "Now what? How do we fix it?" Laura glanced around the room, hoping someone had an idea. She knew she was out of them. Bill frowned as he examined the garment. "If these things work like it says," he muttered, "then if Annie puts on hers, and then I put on ..." He scratched his chin. "No, that won't work. If Annie puts on hers, and then you put on mine, and then you take it off and I put it on ..." He narrowed his eyes as he thought. "Yeah, that might do the trick." Nearly an hour later, after nearly every combination they could think of, Bill and Jim still had the pregnant tummies, Denise and Annie had no babies, Denise had Jim's male organ, and Annie had Bill's bulge in her crotch. They sat down at the table. "This isn't working," Bill said softly. Tears were welling up in his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock," Jim said angrily. "We're still stuck!" "But I don't want to be pregnant," Bill said, his cheeks stained by tears. "And why the hell am I crying?" Denise pulled a tissue from her purse and handed it to Bill. "It's the hormones," she explained. "Remember how you guys used to joke about how emotional we were?" "But what are we going to do?" Jim pleaded. Denise glanced at Laura. "We girls are going to the mall, to try to find that shop and the wizard." ********** Bill looked up hopefully at the sound of the front door opening. "Well?" he asked. Laura shook her head. "It's got to be magic. There wasn't any sign of the shop." "Just Fertile Fashions, like it used to be," Annie added glumly. Jim's face fell. "So ... we're stuck. We're pregnant guys, is that it?" Denise nodded slowly. "It looks like it. And we have ..." She didn't want to complete the sentence, as if somehow _not_ saying that she and Annie had the guy's penises would make it not so. "Two down, and the third one isn't going to go!" Paul laughed as he put down his empty beer can. Annie looked cautiously at Paul. "What are we going to do?" she asked. Paul glanced at her, then at Bill's swollen belly. "If he's really got your parts, then _we_ aren't going to do anything!" he barked. "I'm not a faggot!" "But..." Annie started to protest. Paul stood abruptly. "Since you've been having so much fun with Bill and Laura, you can stay with them for all I care! I'm not going to live with some kind of ... freak man-woman!" He stomped out the door, taking care to slam it behind himself. Denise helped Jim climb out of his chair. "We need to get home," she lied, glancing at both Annie and Bill. Bill saw her glance, and he realized that the other three probably needed to talk about their combined situation. Laura saw them out the door, then she leaned against it with a weary sigh. "Now what?" she asked, sounding both bitter and defeated. Bill sighed. "Unless we can find that wizard, it looks like we're stuck. So I think we need to keep looking for him." Laura nodded. "But what about Annie and Paul? Paul was pretty angry." Annie nodded as she wiped a tear from her eye. "As long as I'm ... a freak," she sobbed, "he'll never take me back!" "You can stay with us," Laura said quickly. "Since we're all in this together, it only makes sense." ********** Bill lay on the bed, on his back, taking shallow breaths. He hadn't been asleep, not really. The babies moving and kicking and his large breasts and the pressure on his back and bladder. He sighed as he rolled over. No wonder Laura had been so cranky. She'd been tired all the time. Now, it was his turn to feel tired as well. Besides, as she told him, he now snored, and loudly. He'd moved to the bed in the soon-to-be nursery so that their mutual snoring wouldn't keep each other awake. There was something in the room. Bill sensed it before he heard or saw anything. He turned his head, and saw the figure in the doorway. He struggled up on one elbow. "Laura?" he whispered. The figure started. "No," Annie whispered back. "It's me." She sounded like her voice was strained. "Can I ... can I come in?" Bill nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." He rolled to his side, leaving a space on the bed for Annie to sit. "What's on your mind?" he asked as she sat down. Annie was looking at the floor. In the pale light, Bill could see glistening lines of tears on her cheeks. "I'm scared," she admitted softly. Bill sighed. "Yeah, me too," he admitted softly. Annie looked at Bill, at his pregnant tummy. "I ... I miss ..." she was sobbing softly, and she couldn't finish her words. "You miss your babies?" Bill asked. He saw Annie nodding. Bill reached out and took her hand. He gently placed it on his belly. "I think they miss their mama, too. When you came in, they started kicking." Annie started bawling softly as she felt the kicks against her hand. Bill sat up, then he cradled Annie's head on his shoulder as tears streamed down her cheeks. "It's okay," he said softly. "We'll figure out something." He put her hand back on his belly. "We'll figure out something," he repeated. "I lost my babies, I lost Paul," Annie sobbed. "I feel so all alone." She made a futile attempt to wipe away her tears with her sleeve. "I'm so scared!" Bill tried to understand what she was feeling. "Would it help," he started hesitantly, "if you stayed here for a while? So you could feel them moving?" Annie nodded silently. She sat wordlessly beside Bill, her head on his shoulder and her hand on his tummy. ********** "How could you?" Laura's eyes were like daggers, her voice sharp and angry. Bill sat at the table, his eyes lowered in shame, his cheeks burning red. "I ... I didn't mean to," he said feebly. "Annie was scared. She was lonely!" "So you ...." Laura turned away sharply. "How could you?" "But ...." Bill shook his head. "It's not like _we_ could do anything, anyway!" he muttered angrily. "Besides, it just happened!" Laura spun, glaring at him. "So you just seduced her, is that it? You couldn't do it with me, so you had her?" "No, it wasn't like that." Bill and Laura spun at the voice from the kitchen door. Annie stood in the doorway, looking a bit disheveled in her nightgown. "He didn't start anything. He was just trying to help me," Annie said again. She looked sadly at the pregnant belly of Bill. "He let me feel my babies, so I wouldn't feel so alone or frightened." Laura's angry gaze turned to Annie. "So you seduced him? Is that how you repay our kindness?" Annie dropped her gaze. "We fell asleep. When I woke up, I ... I was ..." She shook her head, unable to find the words. Laura's eyes widened, and her anger seemed to increase. Then, inexplicably, she started to snicker, then to laugh aloud. Her laughter increased, until she had to wipe a tear from her eye. She saw the shocked expressions on Annie and Bill's faces, and she shook her head as she waved her hand, attempting to indicate that there was nothing wrong. Finally, she sank into a chair, still chuckling. "This is _so_ funny," she said through her guffaws. Bill frowned. "What's funny?" he demanded. He crossed his arms angrily, only to have them resting atop the large breasts on his chest. This move brought renewed laughter from Laura. Finally, Laura was able to speak again. "It's just ... the thought of you - being the pregnant one and having sex!" She fought the oncoming laughter. "Did you have to do it doggie style?" she sputtered as she broke into laughter again. Bill started to speak, then his angry frown slowly melted as he lowered his head, nodding slightly as he did so. Soft chuckles slowly became belly-shaking laughs. To the side, Annie stood, her mouth agape as she watched Bill and Laura laughing at what _should_ have been, and indeed started out as, a nasty confrontation over infidelity. Laura stopped laughing and looked at Annie, wiping tears from her eyes as she did so. She realized that Annie was completely baffled. "It's just," Laura began, "well, you remember how I'd told you guys that the only comfortable way for me was doggie style? And now, Bill has to ..." She started laughing aloud again. "But ...?" Annie was still confused. "He's your _husband_!" she insisted. "And we ...." Laura wiped away a tear and fought back the laughter. "I know, dear," she chuckled. "The wizard said he'd get all the symptoms. And the thought of him with this _one_ symptom is ...." She couldn't finish as laughter overtook her once again. As her laughter subsided yet again, Laura got up and poured a cup of coffee, then set it at an empty spot on the table. "Here," she said to Annie. "But ...," Annie sputtered as she sat down, "I thought you'd be mad!" Laura laughed. "I _was_!" she said. "But ...." She shook her head and took a sip of coffee. "Look, Bill and I aren't exactly suited for that kind of thing right now, are we? And I'm not a lesbian, so it's kind of unrealistic to get jealous, isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess so." Annie didn't sound convinced. "And it's not exactly like I was finding out long after the fact," Laura added. She turned to Bill. "Face it, dear, you're a moaner!" she sputtered, fighting back another wave of guffaws. When they passed, she smiled at Annie. "I heard you two. 'Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Ooohhhh! Aahhh!'" she mocked their sounds of passion in a deep, gruff voice. "My husband, the moaner!" she laughed yet again. "Big macho studly husband of mine, begging for more!" Bill frowned. "I don't think it's that funny!" he protested. Laura nodded her head vigorously. "Oh, yes it is!" she sputtered through her mirth. She looked at Annie, and it was clear she was forcing herself to look stern and serious. "To tell you the truth," she said, sounding a bit serious, "last night, as I heard the two of you humping like bunnies, I was angry. Hell, I wanted to shoot the both of you!" Her serious frown cracked. "But the mental image of big, strong Bill, on his hands and knees, with a huge pregnant belly and saggy boobs swaying under him, begging to get dorked from behind, it was ..." Once more, spasms of laughter interrupted her. "It's just too funny!" she blurted out. She glanced at Bill, and her laughter became infectious as Annie started chuckling. Laura glanced at Bill, at his stern expression. "What?" Bill glared at her. "This is ... humiliating!" he protested. "It's not supposed to be like this!" "And did you find yourself as horny as you claim I was?" Laura asked with a huge grin. She saw Bill lower his eyes, an act that betrayed that he'd been as horny as Laura had been. "So, how did it happen?" Bill glanced at Annie, feeling ashamed, and looked down again. "I ... she was sitting with me, and feeling the babies kick. I got tired and laid down." Annie continued, "I guess I cuddled behind him, with my arm around him so I could keep feeling the babies. And then ..." She looked down. Bill was blushing. "When she touched my ... the breasts, it felt ... it felt nice." He shook his head. "I started feeling all warm inside." Laura nodded. "It's called being horny," she said with a grin. Bill nodded. "And I felt her ... pressing into my back." He shook his head. "It was weird. I knew I shouldn't, but I felt so ...." Annie nodded. "I really don't know what happened next, except that we started to ...." Laura shuddered. There was a strange look in her eyes. "I guess it's natural. You both had different parts, you both got horny." She looked away suddenly, her hand rising to her mouth. "What?" Bill asked as he saw his wife turn. She tried to shake her head, but Bill knew there was something. "What's wrong?" he persisted. Laura turned, and the tears in her eyes were obvious. "It's ... it's lonely," she finally said, her voice trembling. "I miss being intimate." She shook her head. "And there's nothing you can do about it." Bill rose and crossed the kitchen to Laura's side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I know," he said softly. Then he glanced at Annie. "But maybe there's something _we_ can do." Laura looked at Annie, who stood with her eyes wide open. "Are you saying what I _think_ you're saying?" Annie said cautiously. "Because if you are ...." Bill nodded. "Yeah. Do you think you have enough stamina to keep both of us satisfied?" Laura looked at Bill, then she playfully slapped him. "You could at least not be so ... blunt!" she mocked. Then she looked back at Annie. "Since we're kind of a ... strange family right now, could you?" Annie looked at both Bill and Laura. Memories of her first experience with Bill were strong, and she felt her new part becoming aroused. She gulped, wondering what she was getting herself into. At the same time, she wasn't used to the powerful sensations. She quickly gave in. "Uh, yeah," she said hesitantly. Laura practically danced across the room and hugged her. "Since it's really Bill's, it won't be quite so ... strange," she said. She felt Annie's erect organ pressing into her belly as she hugged Annie. Laura took a small step back. "Now, we've got to do something." Annie's eyes widened. "Now?" Laura looked at her,