Lennon and Henry groan as they awake the next morning, “man, my stomach feels so bloated and full,” Henry says, looking down at his stomach, his eyes widening when he sees how big and round his belly seems, “man… have I eaten that much?”
“Good question,” Lennon groans, placing a hand on his own huge tummy, “I can’t remember eating so much”.
“Plus, I had this super weird and pretty realistic dream of being some female dog and being mated by a male dog,” Henry says, “it felt so real… so weird!”
“Yeah… I had a similar dream,” Lennon says.
Both boys look at each other and simply shrug, “meh… whatever,” they say.
“Hey, since we are already up,” Henry then says, “let’s get ourselves ready for the day”.
Lennon nods, “sure, why don’t you take a shower first,” he suggests, “when both of us are finished, we’ll discuss what we wanna do”.
“Sounds good,” Henry says, getting out of bed with a groan, “man, my clothes will look so weird on me, I hope my belly will return to normal soon!”
“Yeah, me too,” Lennon says.
Half an hour later, the boys freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, their tummies straining their t-shirts, are sitting in Henry’s room, “so, what would you like to do today,” he asks.
Lennon tilts his head, “I dunno, but I am open to do anything,” he says, “do you have some ideas?”
Henry nods, “we could head to the carnival, zoo or beach,” he says, “but I kind of would like to dress up in my dog costume, I dunno why I have the urge to do so, though, but I think it could be fun!”
“Yeah,” Lennon says, looking over at the two costumes which are hanging over a chair, “I feel weird when I look at my costume. I can’t stop looking at it, and I get this weird urge to strip naked and put it on. I feel… naked without it… I can’t explain… it’s so weird!”
Henry nods, “yeah, I feel the same way,” he says, “probably because they are just so comfortable?”
“Maybe,” Lennon says, “I also can’t shake off the feeling that something isn’t quite right, but I can’t seem to figure out what that could be!”
“Yeah, something about those costumes is freaking me out,” Henry says, “but the urge of wanting to wear my costume is greater than the “don’t wear it”-whisper in my head!”
“Yeah, I feel the same way,” Lennon says.
Both boys look at each other, “so… what… what would you want to do,” Lennon asks, as he stares at his costume with a look of longing and maybe sadness in his eyes.