Twins

The baby was coming!

Master had brought her, the toy, with him to work when the pain had come. She was not even 19 years old, and the toy remembered baby pooping hurt. But although the cramps hadn't been nice, the toy didn't remember any of it. She had just suddenly woken up with two tiny humans on her titties.

Everything was pink and fuzzy. And she couldn't stop giggling, because the babies sucked her tities just like the master had done. They must already love her very much.

Even when it started to hurt, really hurt, she couldn't get herself to push them away. Because she herself loved them so much.

And master sometimes was with her too. He came to fill a big water balloon next to her bed. And when he did that, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the pink clouds that were her bed.

She stayed in that fluffy room for many days and nights, but then the master finally took his three posessions home.

The toy missed her balloon.

It made the scar on her belly hurt. The toy knew she was smart, because she knew the master had cut her skin to save the babies from her belly. Babies in the belly were like fish, but then they weren't and they had to breathe. But they couldn't get out, and then master had saved them.

He was a true hero, the toy thought. And she cuddled the two babies that had sucked themself on her swollen nipples like glue.