Like mother (Patreon)

Eric laying in bed holding his phone. "No, I can't finish the report. Not today."

Just as he was about to give up, a soft hand placed itself on his shoulder. It was Emily, his wife, who had returned home from work. With a smile, she gently took the phone and whispered, "I think we can do something together, if you understand what I mean." Emily leaned in and started kissing Eric, but he pushed her away.

"I told you that I don't want kids, Emily. This is not working for me."

"I just wanted a husband and children when I married you. Husband, children. H-u-s-b-a-n-d. Remember that word?" said his wife angrily. "You only care about yourself."

"I tired at my job for money. What the hell kind of children? Just look at people who have children, their lifes are hell."

"Say it to your mother" said Emily. "She raised you and your brothers alone and worked all her life."

"Yeah... she is really strong. I wish that I was like her, but I'm just a Eric - only boss of my own business which brings us-" Eric stopped for a moment, realizing that he suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar kitchen. "-a lot of money" finished Erin with her lips, hearing her own feminine voice.

"Money? Mommy money," cried little twin girls, wrapping her hands around the knees. "Give us money."

"Whoa... what?" Erin looked at the kid who was gripping her knees in leggings and with shocked widing eyes, looked to her big belly. She immediately infamilar heavy weight of her big boobs and with hard not lose balance with her new center of gravity.

"Mommy, can you bring me snacks and do my hair?" another voice cried from next room.

"We help you!" announced two little girls, running out from the kitchen while Erin tried to figure what was going on. "Uh-oh, no no no, It just a hallucination or some kind of wish's illusion," Erin murmured. "Fuck, wish... I said that I wished to be like my mother..." she mumbled feeling how her boobs slightly swayed with her breathing and long hair unpleasant brushed her shoulders.

"NOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO BE A MOM!! I WISH TO BE MYSELF!" shouted Erin raising hands up and staring hard at the ceiling, feeling her heavy pregnant belly hanging in front of her, boobs stretched tight shirt, thinking that it was just her imagination.