Sharon sat there for a few minutes, rubbing (underneath her shirt, of course) her belly, now pregnant four times over. She finnaly decided to try and stand up, and found she didn't have nearly as much trouble as she thought she would. Perhaps the shirt had strengthened her back bones and muscles, or maybe she had over-estimated the weight of full-term quads. Regardless, she found she could more or less waddle unassisted. Still in slight shock from eighteen months worth of babies in a few minutes, a daring thought crossed Sharon's mind.
"Jim?" she put on her most seductive voice (not easy for a soon-to-be mother of four) to persuade Jim, "What if we pushed the Record button?"
Jim's brain nearly exploded. Genius that he is, he had serious trouble refusing a seductive, massivly bloated woman, even if he didn't like the idea. "Bu-bu-bu-bu... okay!"
So he crouched a little, found the Record button, and pushed it, still not seeing the active Play button.
Both perverts (don't shush me, they are!) focused in on Sharon's belly, waiting for something to happen, so neither of them noticed the brand new shirt behind Sharon until she nearly tripped over it.
"What the hell? Where did this shirt come from?"
"I don't know. I don't remember buying it..."
Jim picked it up (Sharon not trusting herself to bend over), and looked it over. It was nearly identical to the shirt Sharon was wearing, except it said 'Prerecorded Pregnancy', and it had a picture of a video tape instead of buttons.
What they don't know is, whoever wears that shirt goes through exactly what the 'master shirt' did up until that point, then, the person reverts back to normal, and the shirt has to be worn again for the effects to reactivate. (Aren't I so nice, removing all creativity from the button?)
Wed Dec 26 22:26:55 2007
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