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Literature
Shared Responsibility (Part 2) Next morning… Jennifer was feeling uncomfortable. She was groggy, on the verge of waking up, but she was feeling something heavy poking her. She reached with her hand to see whatever was annoying her when her hand stopped way earlier than she expected. She felt around a bit for what was obstructing her hand, she felt her own stomach. She slowly opened her eyes and saw her massive stomach, lying heavy on her body and moving, big shifts on its surface. “AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAH!” Jennifer yelled, suddenly recoiling back, trying to lift herself up with her elbows, but just managing to kind of sit up and feel this mound even closer to her chest and face. “What the fuck is going on? Mom? MOOOOM?!” Jenifer yelled, not knowing what was happening or even if this was real. She waited a bit, but no response. “MOM, MOM! COME ON, THIS IS NOT FUNNY!” She yelled again, looking around, but still pinned down by her middle. As she yelled, her stomach started to churn again, its occupant moving in response
