Nine months later…

“Push!” Jo said.

“I am fucking pushing!!!” You cried. “You want to do this? I’d be happy to body swap so you could do this. If fact we should. You’re the woman here - at least originally!” You focused on the not Braxton Hicks contractions. There was a feeling of tightness across the abdomen, as though you had a hard, firm belly. But it was so much more intense. Like fucking intense!!!

“Breath!” Kate said.

“Did you want to do this!!?” You snarled as the doctor produced a scalpel. “What the fuck is that for?!”

The tale male doctor pauses mid-motion, scalpel glinting under the harsh delivery room lights, and he gives a small, professional smile that makes your heart beat faster. “Just a quick episiotomy if we need it, Jackie. The first baby’s crowning beautifully, but we want to make this as smooth as possible for you and the little one.”

“Wait… first?! How many are in there?!” You say, eyes wide.

“I was going to tell you. You’re having triplets,” Jo said.

“Triplets!?” You repeat with no mild concern. “I have to do this three times??” You say as your voice rises in growing agitation. “You knew and didn’t tell me?!”

Jo shrugs. “Yeah we set the Z-Chamber for high fertility. That’s three babies, baby,” he seems amused that you’ll be a mum three times.

Your massive H-cup breasts, even heavier now from pregnancy, heave with each ragged breath. Sweat beads on your forehead, you long hair is plastered to her skin. You’re naked in a big hot tub