"Oh my God, what are we going to do!!!"
"It's coming right toward the Earth! There's no stopping it!"
"We're all going to die!"
It was total panic. Scientists with clipboards running about frantically, Geiger counters spinning out of control, alarm bells whistling, lights glowing a dazzling shade of red, and a radar projection of the largest meteor hurtling toward the Earth that anyone ever saw.
We were inside the astrological observatory just outside of town. Me and Sarah Tatum, the hottest girl in school. The rest of the town's populace had evacuated to the designated safe zones miles away from the blast radius. The scientists that remained did so in order to devise a last-minute plan for averting certain destruction.
Sarah held my hand as we looked up at the big screen in the center of the observatory. Satellites orbiting the planet had begun to take the meteor into view. The flying mass of rock and ice grew bigger and bigger, soon filling up a large portion of the screen.
It was then she had an idea. Turning to me, she looked up into my eyes and said:
"Michael, I know how we can save the world. Let's have sex!"
The way she said it, with such confidence and finality, made me sure that she was right. Another scientist overheard and agreed. Then, dozens of scientists began to stop and turn toward us. Crunching the numbers and recalculating everything, they came to the same conclusion.
"She's absolutely right!"
"How can it be?"
"We've found the solution!"
"The only way to save the world... is for Michael Long and Sarah Tatum to have sex, right here and right now!"
"What are you waiting for, Michael?"
"If you have any concern for humanity, my dear boy, you have to have sex with Sarah this instant!"
I tore off my shirt, revealing my rock-hard abs and chiseled body. Sarah jumped into my arms and I lifted her easily into the air. We came crashing down onto a bed of roses and fine silk that had just happened to be lying there in the observatory. Everyone gathered around us with cheers and a standing ovation as we went to town. The sheer magnitude of the sex was better than anything I had imagined, its explosive force was enough to shatter the meteor into a million pieces and save mankind for years to come. We
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Michael, are you awake yet?"
KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK
"The doctor's appointment is in one hour!" Called my mother's voice. "Get up, Michael!!!"
I opened my eyes and looked down, meeting the usual sight of my swelling belly greeting me. After years of preferring to sleep on my stomach, I had learned to sleep on my side again as it was too uncomfortable to lay down on top of my stomach. I was dressed in a cropped, white camisole, white cotton boyshorts, with a pantyliner hugging my new sex, opting not to wear a bra overnight.
Stretching out my arms, I sat up in bed. Thanks to Mary's hormones, I could feel how horny this body was during the mornings. I cupped my breasts and felt how wet the camisole was around my nipples. It wasn't the first morning I had woken up to leaking breasts, or to the hardness of my nipples jutting out from the top like little bullets. Just rubbing my fingers along the areolas was enough to increase my heart rate. And, adding to the arousal from the dream I was so inopportunely woken up from, I could feel my clitoris throbbing down below. Wanting more than anything to be rubbed, to be filled.
I shook my head. Bad thoughts!
I got out of bed and used the bathroom, then joined my Mom and Dad out in the kitchen. Like usual, Dad was drinking a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper. Mom frolicked about the kitchen in her favorite apron, frying up some eggs, slicing fruit, and grabbing fresh toast out of the toaster.
"Man, I'm starving." I announced, getting a plate and sitting myself down next to Dad. "Breakfast looks delicious!"
"Wait a minute, Michael. You can't eat until after the appointment, remember?" Mom admonished me, taking the plate and putting it away. She poured me a large glass of water, adding, "Today is your ultrasound with Dr. Jurgens."
"And that means I can't eat anything... because..."
"Because it will interfere with their readings, that's why." She replied in her usual motherly tone. "I heard you using the bathroom just now, and you need a full bladder in order for the results to come out well."
Grumbling, I took the glass of water and downed it in a few gulps. I was still starving though, but I guess it could last for another 1-2 hours.
"Go get cleaned up and we'll leave in half an hour." Said Mom, ushering me into the bathroom. So I took a quick shower, the cold water doing a good job of calming me down from the state of arousal this body was still in. Then, I brushed my teeth and gathered some clothes in my room. It had become second nature to slip on the maternity bra, guiding my boobs into the cups and clasping the elastic straps behind my back. Over that I put on a white, short-sleeved blouse, black pinafore dress, and stepped into a pair of stretch panties (with pantyliner), and flip flops.
On the ride to the OB/GYN clinic, I thought about the wrestling meetup that would be happening later today. Our school and Ironrock High were rivals in every sense of the word; it would be good to show support for the team even though I couldn't do anything to contribute to the outcome of the match. What Branden said a few days ago seemed to imply that I had forgotten about them. That wasn't true, I just didn't know how to go back to them like this. Hoping, instead, that I could find some way to make those rings I took from the Webers' household work.
"We're here, sport!" Dad said, interrupting my thoughts, pulling into the parking lot. We went in, Mom taking me up to the front desk and Dad going to the waiting area to grab a magazine.
"Good morning! Are you here for an appointment?" Chirped the young receptionist behind the desk. She looked to be in her early twenties, and I met eye contact with her briefly before she glanced at my mother.
"Yes, my son Michael is here to get a third trimester ultrasound."
"Okay! Let me notify Dr. Jurgens. You can wait over there, she'll be ready in a few minutes. Would you please fill out this form and give it to me when you're ready, Michael? Thank you!" She handed me a clipboard, paper, and pen. Mom and I walked over to Dad and we sat down.
I looked at the paper, expecting it to be some legal gibberish about insurance or something. But, it was a simple update form, where I was to list which medications I was taking (none), if I had been exposed to radiation or undue physical stress (no), as well as a list of symptoms. Swelling, aching, vaginal discharge, mood swings, an entire list of symptoms I had no desire to think about.
"Isn't this exciting?" Whispered Mom. "We'll get to find out whether the baby is a boy or a girl!"
"Exciting isn't the word I would use, Mom..." I replied uneasily. The idea of another human squirming around inside of me still rather unpleasant.
A woman in her mid-thirties wearing a lab coat and tights approached me, beaming brightly, "Hello Michael, my name is Colleen. Are you ready to get started?"
I sighed, looking at the grins of approval from my parents, and got up to follow the woman through a set of double doors and into a winding hallway. Handing her the paper I had filled out, she looked at it as well as another sheet she was carrying. She had been prattling on about the so-called 'miracle' of childbirth but I was having none of it.
"Okie dokie, it looks like you'll be receiving a detailed ultrasound today in addition to the usual checkup. Your parents will join us when Melissa is ready for you, but my job in the meantime is to update our records of you and the baby. How does that sound?" She asked. Terrible. Uncomfortable. Why am I here? Why can't I be eating cereal at home and watching cartoons like a normal 16-year-old boy on a Saturday morning?
"Sounds good!" I said.
I followed her over to a scale and she instructed me to get on. She calibrated the weights and recorded it onto the paper.
"An even 137 pounds. That's up 21 pounds since we last saw you! Looks like you're making good progress so far." She declared.
That surprised me a bit. "Aren't babies only, like, 7 pounds? Why have I gained so much weight?"
The woman laughed, "That's just the weight of the baby, silly! Don't forget about all the other ways your body is preparing to nurture the ch1ld. Additional blood, the placenta, an expanded uterus, and additional fatty tissue around your hips and breasts. It shows that you've been experiencing leaking breasts lately. This means your breasts are filling up with milk and probably feel heavier than normal."
Admittedly, they did feel heavier than a month ago. I hadn't noticed any weight gain but it made sense considering how I always seemed to be hungry.
