The card had a little poem on it.
You’ve won yet again,
You lucky boy you.
let’s get things going
and start round two.
That udder looks nice
Just under your tummy.
So perfect for you
Becoming a mummy!
“What?” he asked, confused. “A mummy? Like, the Egyptian dead-” He was cut off as a sudden pressure caused him to groan. His stomach ached badly. He lifted up the Bottom of his hoodie and t-shirt just in time to observe a miracle.
His belly writhed and bulged, expanding like a balloon. It was heavy, and he felt woozy. His udder grew, too, bulging and gurgling as more fluid filled it. Moments later, he was left panting with what looked like a beach ball under the skin of his stomach. But this was no beach ball.
“Oh… MOMMY. It meant mommy.”