Tiff bit her lip before approaching the chair any further. "You go first." Katie rolled her eyes, "It's just a dumb chair, Tiff. Are you chicken?," she gave a good stare at the buttons before settling into the chair's cushions. Her fingers brushed over the options while Tiff absorbed Katie's bitter reply. "Watch, nothing will happen," Katie huffed and poked the buttons: 9, +, months, PREG, Reality, everyone in world.
Tiff stared. Katie blinked.
"I told you so," her eyebrow raised.
Suddenly both Tiff and Katie felt a wave of nausea. Tiff fell on her ass as Katie gripped onto the handles of the chair in unbearable pain. They both keeled over, hands on stomachs and both loudly moaning. Katie and Tiffs' faces began to swell and blush as their breasts began to grow in fat. Katie's flat chest no more, and Tiff's D's to E's to F's to G's. Their breasts began to push against their clothes, but their stomachs began to expand and protrude from under their hand. Rips and tears were loud and vivid from both of their pants and their clothes wrapped around the rotund shape of their bellies. Katie put both of her hands on her belly, large and round as 9 months pregnant. She looked at Tiff at disbelief as their changes took a pause. "Katie, what just happened?" Tiff asked groggily, looking down at her new, large belly. Her pants were ripped as her thighs and hips grew to accommodate the growing child. Her belly protruded and her breasts, full and lactating, sat above her belly. "I- I don't know, Tiff." Katie attempted to stand up, but she was too unfamiliar with the newfound weight. Suddenly, another growth spurt. Katie doubled back and Tiff watched worriedly. She suddenly got hit with it too. Their bellies began to grow and expand, now with twins for 9 months, now triplets, now quadruplets, quintuplets for 9 months. Their breasts had grown to an enormous size and they could barely stand. What do Katie and Tiff do? And now that the whole world is pregnant for nine months with bellies of nine babies, what will the world do?