'What the heck is that chill? Did I leave the window open again or something?'
Amir attempted to sit up slightly but felt constrained in a way, his heavy blanket seemed to be on, but it was uh, fleshy?
'Okay, what is happening?'
He felt the area around him begin to squeeze slightly, then he finally felt a change.
'Okay, it is finally getting warm.' He felt comfort for a moment before a strangeness ensued. Flashes of warmth and cold pulsed throughout his being.
'Am I going through menopause? What the heck is happening right now?'
His eyes were open but he couldn't make out anything in the room, or perhaps a sac? He felt more closely around him and noticed that another body was in his bed, it was much smaller, like a child?
'F#*$! S*%@! A$$! C*&$!' He was panicking as the little kid wasn't even moving. He began to feel for a pulse on the boy/girl and found nothing but a...cord?
Realization hit like truck-kun, 'Wait. Wait. Wait. Cord?'
He felt along the 'rope' and noticed it had a connection to the wall of the room.
'I am in a womb, with a baby, and I-I too am a baby?' He placed his hand on his stomach and felt the massive cords coming off of him.
'What the heckin' heck is heckin' going on here?' He felt the sadness of graduating for nothing, but felt good about upholding is promise to mom about not cursing.
'So much for Nursing.' He sighed as he knew the contractions weren't anywhere near "GO" time by the length in between them.
He was stumped by one thing though, his thoughts were too clear, his brain should be like half "fat" at this point.
'Well, I am American, I was born in fat, molded by it.' He shook his head, 'Off track, focus big baby.'
The placenta was pulsing and he could nearly hear the blood flow. He felt their pulse and could notice that it was very high, '260 bpm? What the heck? Babies run high but unless my cardiac system is close to taking over, my mother's heart rate is very high.'
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Time passed slowly in a blackish room. Light should be getting in, but maybe they were inside? 'Well, I know I am definitely inside...'
He shook his head at the bad joke, 'This is mom-2, can't make yo' mamma' jokes THIS early.'
His humor usually helped people deal with terrible situations, but there was a time and a place, and inside definitely wasn't the place.
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'This is sort of like those novels, but people born as babies wouldn't actually be able to remember their thoughts though. The Neuroplasticity of a baby is insanely high and all but instinctual "memories" are wiped out before around 2 years old. Basically like a brain reset button.'
He wondered if he would get erased? He felt like David Tennant right now. 'I don't want to go...'
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'Update, I have another umbilical cord, I have no clue why.'
'Yes I am talking to us, it is a good coping mechanism. As long as I remember that I have the control, talking to imaginary friends is fine....probably. Kids have them and I am biologically that, so fack off mate.
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'Anyone down for Texas Hold'em? No? Jerry, you suck so I understand, but Sam, you are awesome at it, why not play?'
He waved them away, this whole talking to yourself thing sucked.
Amir could feel his body changing his mother slowly, it should be any day that he had to slim down to fit into his birthday suit.
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Amir was chilling. Obviously. When he felt something shift. A giant contraction wave began and he could feel it rocking him back and forth.
"YUKK MALIK, SOLKUN VALIKIRI. BASKALICK, NARJIN!"
'Oh...' He heard her voice resonate through him. She was sounding an alarm.
But nothing happened...
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'It should be anytime now.' He looked at his wrist in the dark and couldn't see, but he knew he was running late.
'Now.' 'NOW.' 'NOW!'
He was getting childish, but if the body fits, right?
The weightlessness was slowly getting to him. He wasn't fully buoyant, but it was enough to piss you off.
Another round of contractions came and he passed out.
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He awoke to find his sibling gone. 'I...' he had no words for the time. He had been an only child before, and it seemed he would be again.
'I hope they aren't torn up..' he felt for his parent's pain. His own mother and father had tried for over a decade to conceive him.
He was also concerned about being over-due. C-section is the only real option once you get this big.
He could feel that his body was still growing prodigiously. He definitely would get $hit for this later in life, assuming they lived.
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He was lazing about on a bright and sunny, Sunday afternoon, fresh from a pancake, bacon, and eggs feast where he downed a gallon of chocolate milk.
It was legendary.
He could feel his milk-stache turning crusty on his face, a badge of honor from the pancake wars.
He missed his family. A. LOT.
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He woke up from his state of nothingness, A.K.A a nap, and noticed a hole in the wall.
"That isn't good..." He said out loud before he noticed he was breathing.
"WHAT!" He yelled quite loudly. He could feel his mother instantly stop and he banged his head for it.
"GARRIK! GARRIK! DAS BARBENT, BARBEN YARTAE!!!!"
Amir felt confused but rolled with it, not like he could do much.
He felt something flare, "BARBEN YARTE??!!!" A wave of heat radiated into his body.
His mother moved quickly and hit something...HARD.
"KARTIN, BARBENT ENST WEAKIT." She was clearly upset about the heat wave as a wave of something flowed to him.
'What...what is this?' He felt his body receive a ethereal energy through the umbilical cords. The cold, 'It was mom?'
He latched onto it instinctively, 'Just a little bit more.' He felt her pull back slightly when he noticed his own glow start.
'Holy heck, this is addicting.' He felt like he discovered crack, the energy or whatever just...belonged to him.
He yanked and could feel an ironclad grip on the other side.
'Mom says no, but..no...I NEED it.' He felt like Spongebob for a moment, but realized he was clearly in a fantasy world.
'It might be dangerous, but surely my instincts wouldn't be wrong, right?'
He sank into himself and noticed the blue light was coming from within now too.
'That little ball of cartilage under the sternum wasn't there before.' He could see inside himself. It was incredible.
Then suddenly he felt a shift. The orb started to pull his light from him and he felt, the absence of cold? Whatever it was, it was pulling the blue out quickly.
He heard his mother scream and begin to cry for a moment before his vision went dark.
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He was completely inside himself. NOT FUNNY. (It is kinda funny).
"Relinquish the control, child. I shall grant you your deepest desires." An ethereal voice began to resonate within him.
"I will return you to your world." The Orb spoke.
Amir noticed his body had formed from the light and could feel the pull as he held himself together.
He questioned, "Return me?"
"YES! I am very powerful, should you relinquish control, I will return you. All you have to do is let me use this body." He felt the immense power breathing down his metaphorical neck. It gave him goosebumps.
This thing was serious, or delirious. Hard to tell sometimes.
"You want me to let you use my body?" He questioned just to make sure he had him right.
The Orb flexed for a moment and exhaled, "Yes, I would like to take a stroll around."
Amir could literally see the predatory glint on the Orb's surface.
The temptation was real. It was like an instinctive urge to give in. Like, like preschool.
'Yeah, preschool. When Josh Smith pushed me down for talking to his woman. It 'technically' qualified as a threat.'
He looked at the Orb and ended it with two words, "Frick off!"
The Orb shattered and he thought the worst for a moment, before he pulled it into himself automatically and placed it right where it should be-uh, wherever it wanted to go, he couldn't steer the bloody thing to save his life.