The next hour or so is a circus for you. After Mira swallows another carton of lube, she goes out to meet the rest of the family, happily moving about with an ease that seems utterly at odds with her massive belly, and tossing you every which way in the process. It doesn’t help that absolutely every woman in the cabin seems to want to touch her belly and ‘congratulate’ you both. Having the stomach walls pressed into your raw skin would be bad enough, but being congratulated on your future as your younger cousin’s bowel movement is humiliating. Even your mother was ‘so proud’ of you, “Doing ok in there Maxie? You’re going to look great on Mira’s curves, you’re already giving her quite the belly. And such a gentleman! Mira says you haven’t been kicking or screaming at all! I’m very proud of you Maxie, be a good boy like this all the way to the end, ok?”
By the time Mira is sitting down in the car, you’re thoroughly overwhelmed by all the contact and commotion. At least the car ride should be quiet. Or, at least you had thought that, until Taryn and Carrie sat to either side of Mira and poked and prodded you the entire time. Mira’s tablet wasn’t turned on, so they couldn’t hear you, but you could mostly make out their voices through Mira’s flesh, making jokes about your predicament. You figured you were better off without the tablet on. It didn’t help when Mira joined in, joking that she would “fill the dumpster to ‘Max’ capacity!”. You hoped at least she would be kind enough not to post it all over social media.
