The 9mm bullet hit Ben squarely in between the eyes. But the Ben that Ms B saw, in reality she missed by two inches.
"Wow...fuck!" Ben screamed as he rolled off the bed.
The gun was small, but hole where the bullet came out of seemed like a manhole into oblivion. Ben grabbed the Desire and knew that he had to attack her. Running like he was dodging rocks Ms B kept shooting with a shaking hand. He fired off blasts of Desire at her face, using a fruit knife against a samurai sword. But the whiff got close and Ms B sneezed making a fatal shot part the hair on Ben's head.
He shot another blast of Desire into her face. Ms B screamed as she dropped the gun, as if the Desire was tear gas and she had a full dose. Her legs gave way and she rolled on the floor screaming. Her toned body was the ideal of post baby mother abs but she was in pain. Her perky breasts wobbled as she jerked on the floor as she screamed in pain.
Then the pain started to cool and she started to moan as if wailing for a lost loved one. But then they became moans of pleasure. She took her eyes away from her face and groped her breasts, remembering how they swelled with milk with Beatrix. Then her hands traced her tone and flat stomach, for too long it had been empty of life. She wanted, no needed, to feel it swell with life. To lose sight of her toes, to feel the her belly swell with another child that she would nurse from her breasts.
She looked in the mirror and saw herself wearing a red dress. Her hair tied back in corn rows, leading to two pony tails off her head. A huge smile on her face, magically white teeth. The Mirror-her held up a camera for a selfie. However she seemed to see her nude, non-pregnant, clone. Ms B watched as her Mirror-her stopped, put down the phone and ran her hands over her breasts. They bulged the top of her dress, nipples pushing into the fabric even with the clear outline of a bra.
Ms B knew Mirror-her would be using cabbage leaves to soak up any dribbling milk. She then moved her hands to cradle her bulging belly, which pressed into the fabric of the dress showing she was about read to pop. Mirror her then ran her hands along her backside as she showed toned legs and pair of red heels that must of been murder. Silent as the void of space two small figures ran towards Mirror-her, Bea (around 8) and a younger boy out of his toddler years. Behind them was a smiling Ben.
Ms B choked back a sob as she watched Ben fondle her pregnant form, out of sight of the kids, before the parents and 2.5 children posed for a photo. As the family left Mirror-her pointed to a nude Ben and then the Desire container. "Get him to spray your belly." Mirror-her mouthed before she vanished.
Ms B was left looking a dimly lit version of her nude body, so empty of life, she saw the future of what Ben could be for her and she looked at the man.
"Spray my belly."