The worst vacation ever

Chapter 1
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Andy loved the beach. To a boy of twelve, it was like a giant sandbox with an enormous wave pool right next to it. There were no beaches near Andy’s home in Illinois, and the only time he’d ever been to one was when he was four. Andy barely remember it.

He was having the time of his life now, running across the sand, jumping through the waves. His mom had bought him Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles swim trunks just for this trip, and he thought they were awesome. Alicia, his big sister, lay on an orange beach towel not far away. She was supposed to be watching Andy, but she paid little attention to her brother’s exuberant play. Truly, Andy was hardly a little kid anymore, and at twelve, he didn’t need constant supervision.

Alicia had told her mother as much. Andy would be fine at the hotel, she argued. “He can watch cartoons or something.”

“What if he needs someone to make him a sandwich?” her mother had responded. “Besides, he loves the beach. Be a good girl and take him.”

So she lay on her beach towel next to her best friend Carissa chatting about TV shows, their least favorite teacher, and who the hottest boys on the beach were. Andy was all but forgotten for the time being.

Andy was getting tired, though. He wished there were someone else on the beach to play with. The waves were fun, but they were all the same, and he wanted to do something else now. Bugging his sister was his third favorite activity – behind playing on the beach and watching TV – so he ran over to where she was still lying obliviously on her beach towel.

Coming to a screeching halt beside her, Andy pretended to slide into first base, showering Alicia and her friend with sand in the process.

“What the hell?” she shouted. Andy ran away giggling.

“What a moron!” her friend Carissa said.

“Can I have some ice cream?” he shouted from a safe distance.

Alicia ignored him.

“Can I please, please have some ice cream?” he asked again, dancing closer.

Still, Alicia ignored him.

This wasn’t working. “I want ice cream!” he shouted.

“I don’t have any money!” Alicia finally shouted back. Yes! Andy thought. Progress.

Their shouting match was interrupted by Alicia’s phone vibrating. Andy started to yell again but stopped. Even Andy knew better than to interrupt his sister on a phone call.

“Hi Mom,” Alicia said, rolling her eyes. “Andy’s fine.” She paused. “Really Mom?” With a sigh, she handed the phone to Andy. “She wants to talk to you.”

Perfect! Andy thought.

“Hello Sweetie,” his mom said. “Is Alicia watching you?”

“I want ice cream, and she won’t give me any!” Andy said in his best whiny voice.

“Tell her I said she has to buy you ice cream. I’ll pay her back.” Andy stuck his tongue out at his sister. She just put her head in her hands. “Also, tell her there’s been a change of plans,” Mommy continued. “I’m going shopping with Auntie Marilyn, so tell Alicia she has to watch you this afternoon.”

“You have to watch me this afternoon,” Andy said in a sing-song voice. Alicia looked up with fire flashing in her eyes. It scared Andy a little, even with his mom on the phone.

“God-damn it!!” Alicia practically screamed. “Ricky’s coming to pick us up to go see a movie! I can’t take you!!”

“Honey!” Mom exclaimed though Alicia couldn’t hear her. Even Carissa seemed a little taken aback.

“Calm down,” she hissed at Alicia.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Fuck that!!” People around them were starting to stare. “This little shit hides my stuff, kicks sand all over me, tattles about everything, and now he’s going to make us miss a movie, and you want me to calm down?”

Andy had never seen Alicia this angry. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t make his feet move. His sister was muttering some strange words, and he heard his mother yelling through the phone. The entire beach seemed to have stopped to watch them. The sky even looked darker.

Carissa was yelling, “Alicia! That’s a level 65 spell. You have to stop. Now!”

But Alicia didn’t seem to hear. Her voice rose into a frenetic chant, accompanied by a horrendous roaring that sounded like all the air was being sucked out of the atmosphere. The sky was crisscrossed with streaks of inky blackness, and Andy felt a strange pressure building in his stomach.

“Oh my god. Alicia!” Carissa was yelling and pointing at Andy with an expression of pure shock. Andy looked down. Somehow, he could almost see through himself. A watery liquid sloshed just beneath the membrane of his skin, and a dark circle was forming on his stomach. “What are you doing to me?” he screamed in horror, but Alicia still continued her chant, her voice rising into a shriek.

The sky was pitch black with not a star in sight, and the only light emanated from Andy as the liquid beneath his skin gave off a freakish blue-green glow. The dark circle centered on his belly button, and it seemed for a second that his entire life was being siphoned out of that little indentation in his stomach.

Suddenly silence. The color bled back into the world. His skin thickened, his flesh grew back, and Andy was left wondering if anything out of the ordinary had actually happened. The crowds on the beach resumed milling around, and Andy’s mom started to talk again. “Baby? Are you there?”

“Mom?” he said.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, Baby. I’m sorry I had to leave you with sissy, but Mommy’s coming.

“What did she say,” his sissy asked, looking confused.

“Mom’s coming to get me.”

She smirked. “I guess that sort of worked.”

“What worked?” Carissa asked.

“Oh nothing.”

Andy’s mom was there in 10 minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. Alicia actually bought him an ice cream cone, and though it was very yummy, he accidentally smeared a lot of it on his face. He was a huge mess by the time his mom got to the beach. He didn’t mind, and, in fact, he rather liked licking the sticky sweetness off his cheeks and hands. The treat was so good that he didn’t even notice that his swim trunks were now covered with the Blue’s Clues logo.

“You’re a messy mess!” his mom exclaimed when she saw him. He held out his sticky hands and giggled.

“Dirty, dirty,” she continued. Let’s go to the changing rooms, and you can clean up. We have to hurry, though. I’m running late.”

“Mom, you won’t believe what happened! Sissy - I mean Alicia – said a spell or something. And everything went dark on the beach. Did it go dark for you? I could see through my skin…”

“That’s quite the story,” his mom said with a grin.

“But it really happened! I don’t know what she did, but…”

“Tell me about it later, okay? I’m meeting Auntie in an hour, so we need to hurry.”​

Andy didn’t like the way she was treating him. Everything had gone dark. Even if it was hard to believe, she didn’t need to treat him like a little kid making up stories.

He was distracted by how fast they were walking. His mommy was wearing tight, white slacks and heels, but she was still moving incredibly quickly. Andy had more and more trouble keeping up. “Wait for me Mom!” he called after her.

She stopped and smiled. “Do you need me to carry you?”

Was she joking? Andy was almost as tall as her. She did have very long legs, though. Much longer than his, it seemed. He looked down. The ground was so close.

“I’m fine,” Andy huffed, half-jogging to catch up.

“If you’re sure…”

He lifted his foot and shook some sand from his sandal, and when he set his foot back down, he knew something was horribly wrong.

Blink blink blink.

These were not his sandals. He took a step.

Blink blink blink

He remembered having flashing sandals when he was nine or ten, but he’d outgrown those some time ago.

“Mom!” he yelled after her. “Mom, these aren’t my sandals!”

She stopped and turned, obviously annoyed. “Andy, I bought you those for your birthday. Now stop acting silly and move it!”

His mom was acting weird. “No you didn’t!” he insisted. “I haven’t had shoes like this since I was ten.

“You’re still ten, and you’re not listening!” She grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him through the sand.

“Mom, stop! You’re hurting me!”

She released her grip on his wrist and sighed. “I’m sorry Andy, but I really don’t have time for this right now. Can we please talk about it later?”

Andy nodded, but he felt like crying. What’s going on?

They walked the rest of the way to the car in silence, the blinking of his sandals mocking him. Sissy must have done this. He wasn’t ten. He was twelve, and he hadn’t put on flashing sandals this morning. He was about to look for other changes, but they were already at the locker room.

“I’ll wait for you out here,” his mom said. The slight anxiety that he felt at leaving her faded quickly. He found his locker and started changing. Off came the flashing sandals and Blue’s Clues swimsuit…Blue’s Clues? He hadn’t watched that show since he was eight, and he had been wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles swim trunks until a few hours ago. This must be Sissy’s doing too, but why would she make his clothes change randomly?

And it wasn’t just the clothes he had on either. When he opened his locker, he found Thomas the Tank Engine undies instead of the plain, white briefs he had changed out of. He put them on begrudgingly. Nobody would see them, but wearing them made him feel smaller somehow. The world almost seemed to be growing around him.

Suddenly, he had a very scary thought. What if it wasn’t just his clothes that were changing? The locker room was full of mirrors and he stopped to look at himself. He barely recognized the little boy that stared back. His big brown eyes widened as realized that he wasn’t that much taller than the bathroom counter. I must be around seven.

Andy ran out of the bathroom as quickly as his shortening legs could carry him. He was very glad to see his mom waiting for him outside.

“Thank you for being so fast!” she said, and the praise made him so happy that he almost forgot the horribleness of the past few hours. Almost.

“Sissy’s making me younger! I’m twelve, and…”

“Baby, that’s not how old you are and you know that. Please, we need to hurry.”

Mom started off towards the car before he could argue. It was even harder to keep up with her now. He was so fixated on not being left behind that he didn’t even notice that she had stopped to wait for him until he ran into her large rear-end. Strangely, it seemed much bigger than normal, dwarfing his head with its width and thickness. He might not have noticed his mom’s larger behind but for the fact that he was somehow eye level with it. That couldn’t be right…

His mom giggled at his confused expression. “Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you?” Sissy may have cursed me, but I’m still a big boy, he thought. Mommy hadn’t carried him since he was six.

“I’m fine,” he said more confidently than he felt. Her legs were so much longer than his, and the thought of being picked up and pressed against her soft body made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. But twelve-year-old boys didn’t need to be carried. He padded across the sand as fast as he could go.

By the time they reached the car, he was panting and out of breath. Thoughts raced through his mind, but they were quickly becoming the thoughts of a young child. Sissy is the only one that can stop this. Mommy doesn’t believe me.

“Mommy – I mean Mom – can I go see Sissy?”

He climbed into a car seat that hadn’t existed several hours earlier.

“Andy,” his mommy said gently. “You need to stay with me. We’re going to go shopping with Auntie Marilyn. Then we can come back to the beach and see Sissy.”

“Noooo,” Andy whined, sounding more and more like a little boy even though he was trying his hardest not to. It’ll be too late by then.

Mommy ignored him. She sang along with the radio on the way to the shopping mall while Andy took stock of his latest changes. His legs seemed even shorter, and his feet were miniature versions of the ones he remembered. I’m getting younger. It isn’t fair! He stuck out his lower lip and put on his pouty face. What if I don’t get to Sissy soon enough? Will I die? For some reason the thought didn’t scare him as much it should have. Mommy will take care of me.

Andy was more concerned with his clothes which were still changing. Little jean shorts had appeared in place of his sensible khakis, and he now wore a red t-shirt with the words “Mama’s boy,” scrawled across it in big, cheerful bubble letters. A big boy wouldn’t wear clothes like this, he knew.

Mommy, for her part, was feeling better than she’d felt in years. Although neither she nor Andy noticed, she too was morphing into a younger version of herself. Her stomach hardened as years of accumulated post-partum weight melted away. The lines on her face faded, and her breasts bounced upwards as the stretched ligaments in her chest became tight once again.

“Do you remember Auntie Marilyn?” she asked.

“Duh,” he said. She had flown to Illinois to spend Christmas with them a few years back.

“You were a little, tiny baby when she saw you last. She’ll be so surprised to see how big you’ve grown.”

That’s it! Surely Auntie Marilyn would notice that he wasn’t the right age. Or that he was the right age, but he didn’t look it. Or sound it. It was all very confusing to poor little Andy as his twelve-year-old self struggled to reassert itself over the baby he was becoming.

Andy’s hopes were dashed, however, when Auntie Marilyn met them in the parking lot of the mall. “You’re getting to be such a big boy!” she said as soon as she had finished greeting Mommy.

“I’m twelve!” he almost shouted. “Sissy is making me look little.”

“Andy!” Mommy exclaimed. “Behave yourself!”

“It’s okay,” Auntie said. She got down to Andy’s level. “You’re growing into such a handsome young man! You’ll be twelve before you know it.”

Mommy groaned. “And then he’ll be a teenager. One teenager’s enough, thank you very much.”

“Cheer up! Teenagers aren’t as bad as being pregnant. Right, little sister?”

Little sister? But Mommy was older than Auntie Marilyn. Andy was sure. He tried to tell them that Mommy must have gotten younger too, but they were too busy chatting to pay him much attention. Mommy lifted him into her shopping cart and ignored him after that. With a sinking feeling, he realized that he was barely taller than the walls of the cart. I’m trapped.

It was a horrible feeling, but the squirmy feeling in his bowels was worse. He’d been trying to ignore it, but that was quickly becoming impossible. As Mommy always said, ‘When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ If only I could get to the bathroom, he thought. Even if he could climb over the walls of the cart, it was an awfully long way down to the ground. He had to try, though.

Up went one leg, and he managed to just barely lift it over the sides of the cart. He was about to pull the other leg over as well when Mommy saw.

“Andy!” she yelled, running to grab him. “Stay in the cart!”

“I hafta go to the bathroom,” he replied. Despite his best efforts, his phrasing kept becoming more childish, and he felt his face go red with embarrassment.

“Then you wait for Mommy to take you.” Her voice was firm.

“I’m not a little boy!”

“I know, Andy, but there are some things you need Mommy’s help for. Please don’t try to climb out of the cart again.”

Mommy lifted him out of the cart, her thumbs tucked under his armpits. The enormous hands that almost completely encircled his torso might have belonged to some giant rather than his Mommy, but he felt soothed and comforted all the same. When she set him down, he was sorry, but he knew big boys don’t need to be carried.

They walked to the bathroom together, hand in hand. The world kept growing around Andy, and it was starting to seem like a very frightening place. Feeling Mommy’s huge hand enveloping his tiny one made the shopping mall seem a little bit safer.

“Do you need to go pee or poopy?” Mommy asked.

“Poopy,” he said, starting to walk into men’s restroom.

“Andy!” Mommy grabbed his hand again. “I can’t go in there with you. We need to go into the women’s restroom.”

“But Mommy,” Andy protested. “I can go potty all by myself. I mean, I can go poopy…” He struggled to think of the big boy way to say it, but he couldn’t seem to remember. For the second time that day, he felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them back fiercely. Big boys don’t cry.

Mommy must have noticed his inner conflict but completely misinterpreted it. She bent down to his level. “I know you don’t like to go poopy in the toilet, but you’re a big boy now. Do you want to go back to wearing diapees?”

Andy shook his head, unable to meet her eyes. Wearing diapers seem like an inevitability as he continued to get younger. His jean shorts had grown straps that curved over his little shoulders. Suspenders, he realized. I have to get to Sissy, but no one will take me! He tried to make a run for it, but Mommy was grasping his hand firmly.

“Up you go,” Mommy said as she helped him onto the potty. To his horror, his short legs didn’t even touch the ground. The huge, white toilet bowl threatened to swallow him up, and he was glad Mommy was there. Mommy will take care of me.

When Andy finished going poopy, he reached for the toilet paper, but Mommy already had a wad. “Are you finished?” she asked.

“Yeth Mommy,” he lisped. Running his tongue over his teeth, he felt the gaps where his adult teeth were ungrowing.

Before Andy knew what was happening, Mommy reached back and starting wiping his hiny. “Stop!” he shouted. “Me – I can do it!”

“Shhh,” Mommy hushed him.

Humiliated, yet strangely unwilling to fight any more, Andy let her wipe his dirty butt. “Thtupid Thithy,” he muttered under his breath. He hated Sissy for doing this to him! As mommy helped him do up his suspenders, he felt a tell-tale crinkling.

“I’m wearing a diaper,” he whimpered.

“Just in case, Baby. You had an accident last time you came shopping with Mommy.”

Andy’s cute 4-year-old face reddened. This was too much! He inhaled violently and his face screwed up, even as he felt his bowels loosen.

“Waaaaaah!” he cried. He tried to stop wailing, but he was losing control, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. “Waaaaa.”

“Aw, Andy, what’s wrong?” Mommy asked. Andy’s cries filled the restroom, and he felt poopy pushing into his diaper. Mommy wrinkled her nose at the stink.

“You didn’t finish going poopy did you?”

Andy wanted to tell her that he didn’t know, that he wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but he couldn’t stop crying. So instead he just clung to her legs and sobbed. The poopy smell was growing. “I don wanna wear a diapeeee!” Andy cried as his wails became louder and louder.

Other women in the restroom were giving Mommy dirty looks, but her attention was fixed on her little boy. Something about the smell and the way he was crying was making her breasts tingle. Her nipples hardened into erect points beneath her bra, and a wash of pain swept through her bosoms as they swelled and drooped slightly.

Mommy ignored the spots of moisture that were spreading outward from her nipples, soaking her bra. Her breasts were becoming more milk-laden with each passing second, but she was too focused on changing Andy’s diaper to notice. The diaper-changing station was as disgusting as most she had encountered, but it would have to suffice.

“If you keep messing your diapees, you’re going to have to wear them all the time,” Mommy scolded. Andy knew that he could change his own diapee, and lifted his bum to pull it off when the time came. He was still sniffling but felt much better after getting the stinky, wetness away from his bottom. When Mommy gave him a clean diapee, he didn’t put it on happily but he had pooped in the last one so he knew he probably needed it.

He was more distracted by the dark splotches of wetness on Mommy’s blouse. They set his tummy to rumbling although he wasn’t sure why. In truth, he was very hungry but couldn’t think of which food he should ask Mommy for. Every time he tried to think of his favorite food, a picture of Mommy’s big boobies popped into his head.

Mommy heard his tummy growling, and she patted it gently. “Someone must need some milk,” she said. Milk. The word made him even hungrier. They walked out of the bathroom together and met up with Auntie who was browsing the display of a nearby store.

“Oh my God!” Auntie said when she saw Mommy. “Someone’s been leaking like a broken faucet.”

Mommy looked down at the big wet spots over her nipples and gasped. “How embarrassing!” She covered her boobies with her hands but only succeeded in squeezing out more milk. “I guess that means it’s time for a feeding. Would you mind driving me back to the beach? I’ll feed Andy on the way.”

By the time they reached the car, Andy thought he might die unless he ate soon. Mommy picked him up and held him over her chest to hide the wet spots, and the smell of her milk made his mouth water. He didn’t really want to be breast-fed, but milk was the only thing that sounded yummy. He tried to think of other foods: foods that big kids ate. Donuts are yummy. But as much as he wanted to believe it, he didn’t want to eat donuts. Twelve year-old Andy loved donuts, but they just made three-year-old Andy think of a huge, dark, donut-shaped areola with a thick, suckable nipple in the center.

When Mommy finally bared her teats for him in the car, he was more than ready. Apparently, so was she. Thick, rich milk gushed into his mouth at the slightest sucking, and he had trouble keeping up with her supply as she continued to let down. “It feels so good to release the pressure,” she said to Auntie. “I was about to burst!”

Andy drank and drank until his rounded tummy was full of warm milk. Maybe I am just a little boy, he thought. Mommy thought he was a little boy and so did Auntie. Andy was even starting to feel like a little boy squished against Mommy’s huge boobies. They were now bigger than his head. Mommy’s areolae had continued to stretch wider as he suckled, growing large enough to be visible even with his mouth pressed against them.

While he fed, Mommy showed Auntie his baby pictures on her cell phone. “Here’s his first birthday cake. I spent hours decorating that thing, and it still looked horrible!” They laughed. Mommy kept flipping through pictures. “You don’t want to see these: my preggo pictures.

Auntie laughed again, but Andy didn’t find it so amusing. He stopped sucking and sat up to look at the pictures. Mommy tilted the cell phone so he could see. “That was when you were in Mommy’s tummy, Andy. You don’t remember, but it wasn’t very long ago.” Is that what’s going to happen to me? Am I going back in Mommy’s tummy?

“Show my science project,” Andy said even though he somehow knew that those pictures were no longer on her phone. It had been only two weeks earlier that he had won the science fair at his school, but it might as well have been two million years ago. Mommy got a strange look on her face but only for a second.

“You mean Sissy’s science project.” She flicked her finger across the touchscreen, searching. “You can do some insane things with nail polish remover…”

Andy laid back down, feeling utterly defeated and unbearably sleepy. Mommy’s creamy milk was sloshing around in his full belly, and he closed eyes as he fell into a deep sleep.

It was the absence of road noise that woke him. Mommy lifted him out of the car seat and plopped him down into a stroller. Andy just accepted it now; Mommy hadn’t brought a stroller, but now she had one. He was sorry she wasn’t carrying him. Her soft body was much more comfortable than the cramped stroller.

Feeling his tummy rumble, he wished Mommy would feed him again. Thoughts of her hard, dripping nipples filled his mind. His thumb found its way into his mouth as he imagined sucking down the milky goodness. Mommy’s nipple would be better, but his thumb would have to do for now.

They reached the changing rooms in no time at all. Andy might have dozed off once or twice. Mommy wheeled the stroller into the ladies’ locker room while Auntie waited outside. The locker room was crowded with women and girls of all shapes and sizes, and Andy’s mouth started watering at all the boobies on display. Some were big and round like Mommy’s while others were smaller and pointier. Drool started dripping around his thumb, but he kept it in his mouth because it felt so good to suck!

Mommy took off her clothes while Andy sat in his stroller watching. He was tired of sitting and wanted Mommy to pick him up, so he started trying to squirm out of the stroller. Mommy looked over.

“Pick me up,” he demanded. Something was holding him into the stroller, but his toddler brain wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Mommy ignored him and continued removing her pants.

“Up!” he shouted at the top of his high childish voice. He no longer cared that he sounded like a little kid. All that he could think about was getting Mommy’s attention.

“Andy, use your inside voice please,” she said stripping off her panties. He stared at her large, white rear-end, and had a sudden, horrible thought. What if I have to come out of her again? She was still carrying some baby weight in her butt, and he imagined coming out of her tummy and being face-to-face with that enormous, round globe of flesh. The idea scared him so much he almost peed in his diaper. Sissy is close. She’ll stop this.

But when they finished changing and found Sissy on the beach, she barely seemed to notice him. He thought he saw the faintest hint of a smile when she saw him, but he couldn’t be sure. The volleyball game she was playing in resumed, and she seem oblivious to her little brother.

“Down!” he yelled. Dumb words, he thought. So hard to say.

Mommy spread the beach towel on the sand and set him down, chatting with Auntie the whole time. Andy’s legs felt numb and wobbly, but he knew he had to get to Sissy no matter what. Slowly and hesitantly, he put one foot in front of the other.

“Andy, where are you going?” Mommy casually turned to watch his progress across the sand.

His legs buckled but somehow he kept his balance. I can do this.

“Andy! Come back please.”

He was on his hands and knees now, crawling towards Sissy, not daring to look back at Mommy.

“Andy!” In an instant, Mommy was looming over him, swooping him up. It was easy for her to hold him with one arm now.

“Shissy!” he cried with considerable difficulty. His one-year-old lips and tongue seemed to be betraying him when he need them most. He began to wail loudly, incomprehensibly. Without words, how else could he get what he wanted?

“Shishy!” he yelled again, reaching towards where she was still playing volleyball. Nothing was more important than getting to her. Tears ran down his cheeks and snot was running into his mouth, but he couldn’t stop crying. If Sissy didn’t undo the spell…

“Alicia!” Mommy was shouting. Sissy was coming towards him, an annoyed look on her face. “Take him. He won’t stop crying,” Mommy said. Sissy sighed deeply, and then she was holding him, leering down at him.

“A little baby and still ruining my fun,” she said. “But aren’t you adorable” She pinched his chubby cheek. “I almost wish I could keep you this age forever. You won’t be so lucky. You’re going to age backwards until you don’t even exist! I always wanted to be an only child.”

Andy tried to recall all the things he had wanted to say to her. That he was sorry, and he would be a good boy if she just made him big again. The words were gone, though. They evaporated into thin air like the tears that ran down his cheeks. Even if he could find the right words, his mouth couldn’t make the sounds. The words, gone.

So instead he shrieked. “Stop! Stop!” until his voice was hoarse, only vaguely aware that he was still shrinking, tinier and tinier. Sissy’s gigantic face was unchanged, filling his blurry vision, blotting out the sun.

“It’s done,” she said firmly. “You need to be with Mom now.”

She carried him across the beach to where Mommy was wading into the water. Mommy took him, pressed him against her boobies. They were softer than Sissy’s and he could feel her hard, erect nipples through the fabric of her one-piece. Andy briefly thought of food.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“No Mommy,” was all he could gasp around the sobs.

“You don’t need to be afraid of the water. It’s fun! See?”

She lowered his tiny kicking legs into the ocean. It made him feel cold and icky.

“Mama!”

“I’m sorry Andy,” and then she was pushing him down, under the water, and for a moment salty bitterness filled his mouth and eyes. A second later, he wasn’t breathing at all, and blackness overcame him.

When Andy awoke, he wasn’t sure where he was. A faint, rosy light dimly revealed his surroundings. Am I dead? He remembered being underwater. Even now, liquid surrounded him, but he wasn’t drowning. Despite the warmth and comfort he felt, something seemed wrong. He heard muffled sounds. Am I in heaven?

Outside Mommy’s tummy, things were starting to heat up. What had started as a bit of casual foreplay between her and Daddy had turned into a full-on make out session. From inside, Andy could feel Mommy’s heart beat quickening. The low throb reverberated through his body. I’m inside Mommy, he realized. Sissy’s spell hadn’t worked after all! His relief gave way to panic as it occurred to him that he was trapped in Mommy’s tummy. I have to get out!

“Oh God,” Mommy moaned, but to Andy the sound of her voice was just watery vibrations that completely enveloped him. He felt Daddy’s first thrust, though. And his second and third. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening. All he knew was that he didn’t want it to continue a second longer. He tried to yell at Mommy to stop, but he wasn’t sure if he was even making any noise. The thrusting continued, rocking him within his watery prison. In desperation, Andy kicked his feet as hard as he could.

All he succeeding in doing was making Mommy fart loudly.

“It’s the baby,” she said with a giggle, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “He’s kicking.” She put her hand on her distended stomach as if to calm Andy.

“What?” Daddy didn’t even slow his rhythm.

“Stop! He’s kicking really hard!”

Daddy paused mid-thrust. “Are you okay?”

“I think…”

Andy kept struggling with all the strength in his tiny body. He instinctively knew which way was out, and he kicked towards it as hard as he could.

“Should I take you to the hospital?” Daddy asked

“I think it’s time!” Mommy’s voice caught in her throat as Andy continued his relentless assault on the walls of her uterus.

“I’ll go wake up Alicia!”

“She’ll be so excited!”

“She’s going to have a new baby brother!”

 

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