Carl awoke that morning with a pit in his stomach. The light was pouring in on that rather average Saturday, what should've been a relieving day compared to his office job, but something gave him a bad feeling. He groaned, lifted himself up, and scratched his head of short blonde hair.
"Ugh, waking up on the wrong side of the bed... on a Saturday." He grumbled aloud.
He looked over towards where his wife slept, but found she was missing from bed. After rolling his legs off to the side, and sliding his slippers on, he made his way towards the smell of eggs.
Once down to the kitchen, he smiled upon seeing his wife, Jane. She was gorgeous. She had long, brunette hair, kept wavy and well done. Her large c-cup breasts refused to sag with age, while her ass only got larger with time. Carl always loved to joke that their constant love making helped with that, though she always said it was purely genetic.
Carl walked up behind her as she scrambled eggs. His dick was growing, so he place it between her cheeks while he held her in close.
"Good morning beautiful." He whispered before kissing her next.
"Hehe." She giggled. "Hello hubby, care for some eggs?"
"Yes please." He laughed.
Carl sat down, beginning to sip on a cup of coffee that Jane had prepared, already forgetting his odd feeling. Unknowingly, someone was at the well across town, getting ready to make a wish that would alter reality itself. He began to daydream however. He thought briefly about the economy, then towards what her and Jane had talked about the night before.
She had begged him to fill her up, but Carl still wasn't sure if he wanted a kid. Then he sighed, drinking more, and thought back to that bad feeling he had this morning. What was that about? Of course, he didn't have to think for long. He felt the world almost become... dizzy? Then, reality changed. Carl wouldn't be aware, but he would feel something was wrong.