"Ooh!" Diane cried. It was painful, but part of her enjoyed it. It just felt right. She pulled herself to her feet and looked in the mirror. She looked heavy, with big, milk-filled tits. "Somethin' ain't right here.", she said in a trailer trash accent. "Oh I know!" she exclaimed, beaming. "It's these shoes. I's ain't s'posed to wear shoes. I's jus' s'pose be barefoot and pregnant all my days. Sissy! Sissy come feel da baby in my belly!" Her sister came running into the room, shocked at first, but then this grin came on her face. "What do want, Diane?" Her sister said. "Feel my baby.
There'll be more after 'im, but he's special 'cause he's first. I knowd I shoulda started when I's twelve, & I'm bad for not, but now that Jimmy Jo Bob's picked me I's always gon' be knocked up." Diane's sister smiled. To see the sister she hated reduced a fat dumb uterus with feet was just too perfect.