Yes, she does remember where the kit is

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"The first aid kit" the wife says.

"Yeah?" the husband says.

"We left it in the closet. After that camping trip."

"I don't think-"

She darts up the kitchen, turns right for the stairs, gets two steps up before-

"Hall closet. Hall closet."

It is unclear if she would've torn into the mess with such frantic strength in a normal emergency, but she's breathing hard by the time she rips the little green box out of the pack.

Part of her knows, of course. Part of her whispers *denial is the first stage of grief*, but she does a good job of ignoring it.

Until she turns around, and finds her husband leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

He still hasn't put his pants on. She can see the changes already.

"I..." He swallows, tries to grin. "I think it's a little too late for a Band-Aid."

She says "Baby!" and takes a step forward. Then stops. *What were you planning to do, exactly?*

"Stay back! I'm going into the garage. Lock the door behind me."

By the time the wife reaches the kitchen doorway, he's at the back door. He's about to open it when he pauses, looks back at his wife, smiles, and crouches.

What's he-?

He shoves the door open, and instantly tackles the woman on the other side. The hit takes them both to the ground, and he tries to pin her by the shoulders, with his diminishing - or maybe just reshaping - body weight.

"Get the door!"

The wife hurries over, grabs the handle, and pauses.

Just long enough to see a shudder rush through him. To see his resistance weaken.

To see his tits start to grow.

The door slams shut.

She stares at it for a few seconds, her hand still clutching the handle. She can hear...noises. Hear her husband's pitch rising as he moans, and moans, and moans.

She should really find someplace else to cry. But that seems like a lot of effort. So she just presses her back to the door and slides down.

I should've done something.

She buries her face in her hands.

Anything.

She doesn't notice when the moaning stops. She doesn't notice the beep of the keypad on the far side of the door.

She does notice when she falls back, something soft catches her, and pulls her down the steps to sit on the garage floor. She looks up-

The ladies seem very proud of their new bodies. In fact, it's rather hard to tell which had been which.

The wife swallows.

And then, some time later, swallows.

And some time later still, jerks.

AN: Husband breast growth image is TG34 by Zigpron. They have a DA gallery, but you'll need to log in. Other sources unknown.