William’s breasts ached. His feet ached. His back ached. Every inch of him was sore. And since it seemed like Joel was the reason for it, William wanted him to share in the agony somewhat. He replaced “changed” with “breastfed”. Joel turned around and came back.
“What is it?” William asked. Joel sat on the bench and popped open his shirt, revealing breasts that were at least as twice as large as William’s.
“I’m aching too much to make it to the bathroom to breastfeed Billy,” Joel said with a groan. Billy hopped onto Joel’s lap and latched onto one of Joel’s free breasts. “I hate taking days off work. You know that working as a wet nurse for that lady who had sextuplets is the only time I get even slightly drained.” Joel sighed as Billy continued to suckle. “Hopefully the twins will be hungry.”
The smell from Billy’s diaper was beginning to bug William’s sensitive pregnant nose. Suddenly feeling the urge to vomit, William rushed away, leaving the phone behind. Joel transferred Billy from one breast to the other, then picked up the phone, curious. He generated a new sentence.
“Joel eagerly awaits the birth of his and William’s twins.” Joel sighed. He was disappointed when he found out they were having only two kids. Nothing would make Joel happier than being a stay-at-home dad, but he only got relief when breastfeeding many children. Two wouldn’t be enough to make him happy. Wistfully, Joel changed “twins” to “octuplets”.
“If only,” he muttered to himself. Just then, William returned from the bathroom. Joel’s jaw dropped. William was huge! William waddled over to the bench and carefully sat down.
“Ugh, I can’t believe we’re having eight kids at once,” William muttered. Joel’s eyes widened. The app had changed reality! Billy finished breastfeeding and spotted the phone on the bench.