Man Titties
Man Titties II
Em sleepily rolls over onto his stomach and is mildly confused by the feeling of mashed tender flesh. It’s not comfortable at all. He rolls over onto his back again and starts drifting off to sleep when he feels the blankets abruptly pulled off of him. He blinks one of his eyes open and menacingly glares at Proof’s blanket shrouded body. The memories of last night’s party and Proof’s dumb ass having lost his key card, drift through his head. ‘That dumb fuck, and now he’s playing king of the covers? Oh hell fucking no.’
This is defiantly war.
He sits up and yanks hard on one of the corners of the blankets and gets ready to make some kind of triumphant war call when he notices his breasts. His breasts. He completely freezes mid yank. “Oh my god I have tits!” He screams and then turns to look wild-eyed at Proof, who sits up slowly and shakes his head. “I have fucking tits!” He whispers in shocked surprise.
Proof just nods at him, only mildly surprised. “Yeah, they look nice on you dawg.” He tips his head to the side and gives him the-once-over and a teasing grin.
Em’s mind is racing. ‘Proof doesn’t seem surprised. Is this normal? Have I always had tits and I just forgot? How could I forget something like that? Why is he lookin’ at me like that? Does he think I’m gonna let him play with them?’
“Hey man, can we have sex?”
“What?!”
“Well I mean since you got your operation and all. Hey Marsh you don’t gotta gimmy a look like that.” Proof frowns and then mumbles; “I was just sayin’ is all. It might be fun. I’d do it for you.”
Em can’t even find the words. Proof pauses and then looks at him and sighs.
“Come on bitch, just once. I know you fucking want too.”
***
Em wakes up in a cold sweat. ‘Oh my god it was just a fucking dream.’ He looks to his left to see Proof awake and starring at him. “Fuck man, I just had the most fucked up dream!”
Proof frowns and shakes his head, “Marshall about last night, I-”
“I dreamed I had a couchie and tits and I was like freaking the fuck out and all you wanted to do was have sex with me!”
Proof looks sort of shocked and then hurt. “Marshall... That wasn’t a dream. I’m pregnant.”
***
Proof wakes up with a jerk, his movements reverberating through the whole bed. He’s aware of Em’s alert posture right next to him but it takes him a minute before he can turn to look at him. Their eyes meet. Proof isn’t sure if he’s comforted or not to see equal horror reflected back at him.
“I just had the freakiest dream.”
“Me too.”
(The End)