Trish was enjoying watching her "paw" hands disappear completely into Sam's shaggy wool. The sheep-girl, meanwhile, was flipping through the tv channels, trying to ignore her.
"So...how far along are you with those kits again?" Sam tried to ask as innocently as possible. What ended up coming out was a labored "So-o-o-o, ho-o-o-ow fa-a-a-ar..." She gave up. It felt stupid to have such a persistent bleat in her voice. "Fi-i-i-ix my-y-y-y vo-o-o-ice," she pleaded.
"Nah," Trish smiled. She was leaning against Sam once again. Her impressive belly was resting in Sam's lap like a fuzzy egg in a woolly nest.
"Ne-e-e-ed mo-o-o-ore cl-o-o-othes."
"On top of all that wool?" Trish said. "Nonsense. You've got more than enough cover. Oh! I think one of them just kicked. Haven't felt that in a while."
Sam glanced at the clock and realized Trish wasn't finished growing yet. There were still another five minutes left before she hit nine months. She could see a bit of Trish's breasts peeking out from within the fur Trish was trying to hide herself in. They had definitely gained a fair amount of girth in the past few minutes. Trish had begun lactating in anticipation of the babies.
They sat in silence a little longer. Trish was paying less attention to the sitcom on the television than the growing weight in her lap. She kept glancing down at it, and every time it looked bigger than before. Its growth seemed to be speeding up as they reached the nine-month mark.
A nudge in her stomach hinted at the movement coming from within the womb. Sam wondered if there were really any babies inside, or if the remote was magically simulating movement. If the babies were real, how were their DNA patterns created? Would they be clones of Trish as a skunk-girl? Were they real skunks?
"Can't wait," Trish murmured. She rubbed her bloated belly. "Any day now... I'm gonna be a mommy."
"Co-o-o-ongra-a-a-ats."
"Shh, don't ruin the moment," Trish said teasingly. "You don't exactly have the softest of voices anymore." She pressed her cheek harder against Sam's woolly upper arm. "But you sure have the softest wool. My big teddy bear sheep girl."
As much as Sam appreciated that Trish was paying so much attention to her, it was the wrong kind of attention. "No-o-o-ot a-a-a to-o-o-oy," she protested.
"You-pro-mised," Trish teased musically. "Twenty-four hours. Still have lots to go. Just hope my water doesn't break first."
"It wo-o-o-n't," Sam said with certainty.
"What was that?" Trish asked.
"It ca-a-an't bre-e-eak," Sam said. She then realized all of a sudden what she was saying and clammed up. If Trish started to catch onto what she was hinting at...
Trish giggled. "Silly! Of course it can't. We both know that."
Trish had just totally changed tracks. Had the 45 minutes run out? Was this the end of the change?
"Remember when I saw the doctor the other day?"
Sam decided to play it innocent. "No-o-o-o."
"He said this was a very special pregnancy. They were never technically conceived, you remember, they just...popped in there nine months ago and started growing. Some kind of parasite that copied my DNA. These little kits can't survive on their own. They need to stay inside mommy." Trish moved her closest arm down to hug the nearly beach-ball-sized mound of flesh in Sam's lap. "Okay, I'm not technically mommy and these aren't technically babies, but they feel so real. You know?"
Sam remained silent.
"Okay, you probably don't. But you can't deny it's been a fun nine months."
Sam merely nodded her woolly head.
"I'm starting to get antsy," she said. "Time for something fun." She slowly pulled away from Sam. Her oversized belly rolled out of Sam's lap and onto Tricia's as she sat up straight on the couch. Since Trish was much thinner than Sam, without the pudge and wool, it engulfed her thighs completely and forced her milk-laden breasts to rest on top of it. Her shirt was riding up almost all the way to them. Sam had to bite her tongue to keep from chuckling at the site. Trish was nine months pregnant with "quadruplets," or whatever they were, and she had no idea it wasn't supposed to be that way.
Sam was so caught up in Tricia's new figure that she hardly noticed that her friend was creating another change with the remote...