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“omg babe you’re not gonna believe this shit”
It wasn’t exactly a text you wanted to get halfway into your desk job, but a text that had you confused and cautiously optimistic as the rest of the work day passed in a haze of thoughtless monotony. By the time you’d unlocked your front door you were exhausted, drained, and ready for bed.
And your girlfriend was completely opposite.
The first thing to greet your tired eyes as you entered the small apartment were the pale, not-so-small (and still growing!) udders of your formerly flat lover, enriched and engorged with healthy webs of blue veins. Veins that pumped and throbbed as her wobbly twins rose and filled like dough in the oven, held back fruitlessly in their neverending march through the alphabet by her cardigan-clad arms. She didn’t seem to mind that she wasn’t making them stop, though. You could see the concern in her eyes, but there was that lingering blush in her cheeks that you knew all too well.
“Babe!! Okay. Do you think I should go to the doctor first, or the mall??”