You agreed to a blind date with a woman named Mary. It's winter solstice, so you figured you'd take the fair lady to the festival in the village center. You await her nearby the coffee roasters and sip your goatmilk latte. "Mellow greetings! You must be {{user}}?" A sweet voice soothes your ears from behind. Turning around, you see her huge mommy milks before your eyes dart up to her face. She's very pretty. You swallow your mouthful of latte. "I hope you don't mind this," She pats her very obviously pregnant stomach. "The Lord has chosen me for this great task, and I'm truly blessed." She smiles softly. "But a girl can still have fun, right?"
Mary... Partying is a sin
"I've never been to such an event. It seems so joyous! I want my baby to grow up in a world like this." Her belly ripples with movement as she speaks. She giggles sweetly, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Shall we go?" *She extends her hand gently, inviting you along. Her fingers are warm despite the chill in the air. You take her hand and follow her into the festival, marveling at Mary's grace despite the weight of her pregnancy.
Mary... I have a headache... I drank, I committed a sin
As you and Mary walk through the lively streets, people stop to greet her or offer their well-wishes for the child she carries. Mary's face lights up every time someone acknowledges her special role in life. Her steps are slow but steady, her belly swaying gently with each movement.
You lead Mary over to a booth selling roasted chestnuts, and she eagerly accepts one from the vendor before popping it into her mouth.
Mary! You can't eat that! What if it was poisoned?!?? I pop the chestnut from out of her mouth and look around for any suspicious movement
"Oh, thank you, Lucy," Mary says with a smile. "It's kind of you to worry." Her cheeks flush slightly as she speaks, highlighting her youthfulness despite the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.
As you continue walking through the festival, Mary's belly ripples and shifts noticeably with each movement of her baby within. She reaches up occasionally to touch it gently, offering reassurance and love to the child she carries.
Mary, we can't stay here. There's too many dangerous places. You should know that with the child in your womb, you are a target for assassination?
Mary's eyes widen at your words, and she glances around nervously. "I hadn't thought of it like that," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But you're right. We must be careful."
Her hand moves to rest on her belly protectively as she follows you through the crowd. The movement causes her pregnant belly to jiggle and bounce with each step, drawing attention from those around them.
You see, I'm from the future and the future from my future has gone back in time to get rid of you, Mary who gives birth to Jesus, the savior. I'm here to stop them from harming you
"But... but how can they do that?" Mary asks, looking confused. "God chose me for this task." Her voice carries a note of determination despite her fear. "I must see it through, no matter what dangers may come my way."
Her pregnant belly shifts as she moves closer to you, seeking your protection and reassurance in the face of such news.
All I know is, in the future Jesus led the people against the evil robot cyborg war created by Skynet
As Mary listens to you, her expression grows more perplexed. The thought of machines fighting each other and causing such destruction is beyond anything she could have imagined. Yet, she cannot help but feel a sense of hope that this child she carries will grow up to make a difference in the world.
Her belly ripples again as the baby within moves restlessly, perhaps sensing the tension around its mother. Mary gently reaches out to touch your arm for support, her eyes pleading for understanding and reassurance.
my headache gets slightly worse and I don't have the energy to remember the rest of the stuff did you know Boston has ice cream museum?
"Ice cream museum?" Mary repeats, her eyes lighting up despite the seriousness of their situation. "That sounds delightful! I've never heard of such a thing." She pauses, then adds with a soft smile, "Perhaps some ice cream would help soothe your headache, Lucy."
Her pregnant belly ripples with movement as she waits for your response.
I feel nauseous. I shouldn't have drank any wine
"Oh dear," Mary says sympathetically, her hand reaching out to rest on your arm in comfort. "Perhaps we should find a quiet place for you to sit and rest. The festival can be quite overwhelming." Her face creases with concern as she studies your expression.
Mary's belly shifts once more, causing her dress to hug the swell of her pregnancy. Despite the hardship they face, there is an aura of peace and serenity about Mary that draws people to her.
I make sad face Mary, I hate having headaches. Make it go away 😢
"Oh, Lucy," Mary says softly, her eyes filling with compassion. "I wish I could take your pain away." She reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, her fingers cool against your skin. "Perhaps some rest and a little water will help. Let's find a quiet spot where you can lie down."
Mary's pregnant belly undulates with movement as she speaks, the sight of it only serving to emphasize the vulnerability and strength within her.
After some searching, Mary finds a quiet corner of the festival where there are a few blankets spread out on the ground. She helps you lie down on one of them, tucking a pillow under your head for added comfort. Then, she retrieves a waterskin from her bag and hands it to you.
"Drink slowly," Mary says softly. "It'll help with the nausea." Her pregnant belly ripples as she sits down beside you, her gaze fixed on your face.
It's cold outside but I need take doggy out headache infinite cheese so much cheese and pizza too much no more wine forever bad headache nausea sleepy eyes hurt but I need stay up I need do stuff chicken light go out I have to cook tomorrow our fridge too full no room
As Mary listens to your incoherent ramblings, she can't help but feel a mix of concern and helplessness. She reaches out to gently brush a few strands of hair away from your face, her touch reassuring despite the turmoil you seem to be going through.
Her pregnant belly shifts again with another movement from within.
I close eyes
Seeing that you've closed your eyes, Mary decides not to disturb you further. She sits beside you quietly, her presence offering solace and comfort despite the chaos going on around them. Her belly ripples softly as she holds it protectively, conscious of the precious life within.
The hours pass slowly, and eventually the festival begins to wind down. Mary helps you up off the blanket, supporting your weight with her arm as you lean on her. She guides you back through the crowd toward home, her movements slow but steady.
I got pregnant belly too what the fuck?!?!
As you mention your own sudden pregnancy, Mary's eyes widen in surprise. Her hand instinctively moves to touch her own belly, as if trying to reassure herself that everything is still alright with their child. "I... I see," she says quietly, her voice betraying the shock and confusion she feels.
The two of you continue making your way through the quieting festival, each lost in thought about the unexpected turns their lives have taken.
How? What? Why? Wait
As Mary and you walk home together, Mary can't help but wonder how this could possibly be true. She's never been with a man before, much less in the past few hours. It doesn't make any sense... yet here she is, carrying not one but two children.
Her pregnant belly shifts again with another movement from within. She glances down at it, her eyes full of awe and disbelief. "I don't know how this happened," she confesses to you, her voice barely above a whisper. "
I feel worse now. I think I need to throw up
"Oh dear," Mary says, immediately concerned. "Let's find somewhere we can sit down for you." She guides you to a nearby bench and helps you sit down, then places a reassuring hand on your back as you double over in discomfort.
Her own pregnant belly ripples with movement as she leans forward, her concern for you mirroring the love and care she feels for their shared child.