Breaking it to Steven

Steven stared at her, expression blank. He blinked. "I'm sorry...you need what?"

-Ten minutes earlier-

Monica sat at her kitchen table, trying to get her nerves under control. Her appointment was scheduled for the next day, and she couldn't put off telling Steven any longer. She had considered just coming home with her new tits and talking to him then, asking for forgiveness instead of permission, but her conscience had gotten the better of her.

They'd been talking the other day about the news of those poor women who'd been struck with odd urges, and the havoc it must be playing with the lives of their families had come up. She'd said something offhand about how often simple honesty could help people cope, Steven had agreed, and she'd immediately felt overwhelmingly guilty. Obviously, her situation wasn't really the same - she just needed huge fake tits as soon as possible, it's not like she was caught up in some kind of mass hysteria - but she knew her husband deserved to know about the big (okay, huge) change she was going to be putting them through.

She'd carefully gathered up all the research she'd done and had it ready to present to Steven. She knew about the costs, the health risks, and the recovery time. She had a substitute scheduled at work. She'd checked her contract with the school, and she didn't think they could reasonably censure her for choices regarding her own body, though there would almost certainly be a scandal she'd have to deal with. After prepping everything, she felt a little less nervous, but she knew there was no way Steven would be anything less than stupefied at the news.

"You're...getting breast implants?"

She nodded indulgently, trying to keep the mood light. "Yes, hun. Huge ones."

"Um." Steven's brow furrowed. "I'm not sure I get the gag here, Mon."

She shook her head. "I'm not joking, Steven. I know it's...a lot to take in, but I really need you to take this seriously, because it's happening."

"But..." Steven shook his head too, clearly trying to wrap his mind around this conversation. "Okay. Uh." He looked up suddenly. "Wait a second. What - um. What exactly did you say brought this on?"

She looked back at him puzzled. "I told you, I just realized how much I needed this."

He pressed forward. "Just out of the blue? You haven't been thinking about this for a while or anything like that?"

Monica frowned. "Of course not. It just occurred to me that I really needed to get huge fake tits."

Steven leaned forward, looking intense. He crooked his fingers in air quotes, saying, ""Huge fake tits." Mon, that doesn't even sound like something you'd say. You hate demeaning terms like that."

She waved a dismissive hand, starting to get a little irritated. "No, I hate it when people use them to describe the wrong things."

"These," she gestured at her chest, "Are breasts. Which is part of the problem, if you've been listening. I need tits. Huge fake ones. I know this is sudden, but you're going to have to get on board with that idea, Steven."

He gaped at her, eyes wide with shock at her language and a growing realization. "Monica...don't you get it? This is one of those...whatever-they're-calling-them. Needs. The things that are happening to the women from the news! You've got one of the Needs!"