The Phone Call

Harry went to the phone by the back door and made a phone call, hoping that none would find him. He knew it was risky, but he needed to call his sister Millie.

"Ehy, it's me. Where the hell are you?" he asked as soon as she picked up. 

Harry still found it very weird to hear his old voice coming from the other side of the phone. Not that he could hear much, it was very noisy at the other end of the call. He closed his ear with a finger, trying to hear better. 

"Listen, you need to come here quickly and swap us back as promised. I'm getting big as a whale and I'm days away from the due date. We agreed that I was not going to be here for the birthing part, only to relieve you for two weeks before the end."

From the noise, Harry managed to pick up on Millie's answer and he didn't like it.

"Yes, the house is great. I'm having a blast at the beach. It's so fun to run in the sand with a watermelon attached to the belly. Let's just cut the crap, where the fuck are you? The deal was for you to come back a week ago and instead you are where exactly?"

As he was speaking, the baby kicked and Harry groaned in discomfort. He looked down, past his filled breast, to his enormous belly, who was moving one all sides. 

"Ohmpf...the fucking baby is restless," he said, then paused listening to the noise coming from the phone "Wait a fucking second, that's an airport voice, you're flying away?!? You bitch! I'm going to find you, even in my current cow-shaped state!"

However, before he could do anything on his menace, Harry felt a mighty contraption and warm liquid started splashing down from his groin. He fell on his knees in pain, with the full horrific realization that his water just broke and that he will have to go on with the birth himself. 

On the dangling phone, Millie just grinned as she heard her brother cursing in pain as he was going through labor. She just closed the phone and walked to the airstrip hugging and squeezing the ass of her bimbo new girlfriend.