Pregnant Embrace
“It’s gonna be alright, you know that, honey?” Kumiko told me, caressing my pregnant belly. Her words are reassuring, but still. It was not supposed to be like this. She is the wife and I’m the husband. Where have you seen a pregnant husband before? And yet, here I am, eight months pregnant with a big belly and two massive boobs full of milk. I can’t believe me and Kumiko are squishing boobs while hugging. It’s still so weird. I always loved her big full boobs, but now that I have a big pair on my own, well it’s not so great. At least hers don’t leak milk! I have to keep repeating that I’m doing it for us, for our family. We desperately wanted babies, but Kumiko couldn’t conceive and we were stuck. Until we went to Japan to visit her family’s village, on a remote island in south Japan. There, she proposed a solution, albeit a crazy one. Apparently in their village they had a tradition: in case a couple could not conceive, a magic rituaal would beat the infertility ...