A soft rave beat blared through the speakers when Girlfriend sauntered back to Boyfriend, her feet practically leaping off the ground on her way towards him. Grabbing him by the hand, Girlfriend yanked him to her side and dragged him to the center of the stage where he and Alpa Cino once stood. He kicked his legs and whined with every step she took, but Girlfriend didn’t budge. By the time she let go, Boyfriend’s shoulders hunched on their own, yet he didn’t raise them by himself, and no amount of jerking his arms to his feet could break them free.
“You knoooooow, sweetie-pie,” Girlfriend mewled, “I had a dream last night that you were being a real dick!”
Boyfriend turned his head to the side and grimaced; beeps and boops escaping his lips, complete gibberish to everyone around him other than Girlfriend, who shook her head in retort.
“No, no, no, sweetie! You misunderstand me,” she said. “I was an ass, and you were a dick. But tonight, I think we’re gonna both be asses. And I’m thinking we’re gonna be big!”
Girlfriend put her hands behind her head and thrusted her belly to the crowd when it swelled like a balloon jutting before them. It lifted her sparkling red dress up to her chest as Boyfriend’s eyes widened. He swore he wore a condom last night, so how the hell could nine months have passed if his protection broke? He reached his hand to her shiny, sloshing belly when his own tank-top curled to his biceps, and like Girlfriend before him, his arms jerked behind to his neck while his stomach exhumed forward, with the sound of sloshing water swaying inside him.
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