Mix & Match - Part Three

The sound of morning birds rouse me from my sleep, the piercing chirps and tweets carrying effortlessly through the crisp morning air. Gone were the usual sound of my upstairs neighbors, of people out in the hall, of cars on the street and commuters on the sidewalk.

I had expected to wake up on the floor after last night, to feel the carpet and chalk beneath me thanks to my sudden collapse. However, I instead find myself in an extremely comfortable bed and tucked in under numerous warm blankets with care. The gears in my head begin to turn, rusted up by my morning malaise, as I try to work out what the hell had happened.

However, before I can even open my eyes I hear the sound of rushed light footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Mooooooooooom!" calls out the voice of a young girl, her cry suddenly being followed up by a knocking on some nearby door. "Dad doesn't know where my bag is, can you..." she continues, her voice cutting short as a set of louder footfalls begins to approach.

"Amy, sweetheart, I told you to let your mother get some rest" a deeper soothing voice mutters, trying to keep his voice quiet and low. "Here you go, it was in the media room" he says with a chuckle, "I thought we told you, homework first then TV. Come on, let's see what we can rustle up for breakfast."

"Thanks dad" the girl chirps, ignoring his comment about house rules. "Oh, is mom not..." she goes to continue before I hear a shushing noise.

"Voice down please sweetie, your mother had a late-night" the man explains, his voice sounding extremely concerned. "And I'm not too shabby a chef myself" he goes on to say in an exaggerated fashion, eliciting a laugh from the girl. "Come on, I bet your brothers already trying to pour himself cereal" the man states, chuckling nervously at the thought of the mess his son could be making unattended in the kitchen.

The two sets of footfalls begin to move away, growing fainter and fainter. However, before they can get too far another noise pierces my ears. I can hear it from two points, the loud crying of a woken baby both traveling through the walls and emanating from somewhere closer in a digitized tone.

The sigh can be heard from the man in the distance as he too hears the noise. "So much for your mother's sleep in. Can you go pour you and your brother some cereal sweetie?" the man asks, his voice shifting from an exasperated to a soft tone in a heartbeat.

"Sure" the girl chirps, her footsteps quickly carrying her further and further away. "Is mom..." she begins to ask, her voice having grown extremely faint from my point of view.

"She'll be out in a minute sweetie" the man responds, cutting her question short. "But I'm still driving you and John to school today."

I hear the heavy footfalls of the man quickly begin to race towards me. However, they begin to grow fainter again as the sound of the baby is quickly silenced and replaced with the sound of the man's digitized cooing through the speaker.

"Hey Stephie, are you hungry? You want to go see mommy?" the man sweetly says, his voice taking on a high-pitched lilt.

Groaning at the noises I slowly begin to open my eyes, my head and body still aching from the experience of last night. "What the hell" I croak, hearing a sweet and extremely high-pitched voice escape my lips with an ever so slight accent. It was almost imperceptible, but there was the hint of a Japanese accent creeping at the edges of my sentence.

"What the..." I repeat, cutting myself short as my eyes shoot open in shock. "I didn't..." I begin to mutter, coughing a little to clear my dry throat as I begin to take in the room around me.

I appear to be under a set of heavy woolen blankets, the numerous Pendleton blankets screaming of the wealth I had borrowed thanks to the ritual. Match the rustic earthy colors of the stylized blankets the bed I'm in is made of solid hardwood, with numerous hooks around the frame making the whole thing look custom made.

Either side of the bed rest two matching bedside tables, a mixture of hand-carved wood and wrought iron lending them an artistic flair. Atop the one nearest me sits a phone, definitely the latest model, and a baby monitor.

With my eyes still adjusting to the light I glance around the room, finding it carpeted in lush cream-colored flooring and painted in a muted brown earthen tones around the walls and ceiling. On the far wall, opposite the foot of the bed, sits a large built-in wardrobe that runs the length of the wall.

As I begin to roll over, wanting to see the rest of the room, I feel something pull at my hair. Letting out a pained wince I reach up and crane my neck, pulling the dark auburn hair which had gotten pinned under my shoulder.

"So...it worked" I whisper softly, staring at the deep red locks of hair as it dances over my eyes. Blowing softly I remove it from my eyes, feeling my plump and soft kissable lips in the process.

As I move my hand back down I freeze up, my eyes locking onto my hand. My heart rate begins to ramp up as I bring my hands up to my face, inspecting them with great interest. They were smaller of course, slender if plumper than I had expected, but my pale complexion was gone entirely having been replaced with smooth caramel-colored skin.

"I didn't do this" I mutter in shock, my mind racing as I stare at my hands.

Shifting in the bed I grunt and groan, finding my body heavier and harder to maneuver than expected under the massive weight of the blankets. shuffling slowly I finally manage to free parts of my upper body from the comforting prison I had found myself in. My chest, practically a shelf of heaving heavy flesh, is the same warm caramel tone as my hands. While I had seen the assets in the orb seeing them up close and from this angle was entirely different.

They were downright massive, easily blocking much of my view of the rest of my body. However, even with their outrageous size they seemed to be rather perky, only drooping a little in a subtle teardrop shape. The strangest part was the ache, a full and strained feeling emanating from within the swollen-looking flesh.

Before I can explore any further there is a knock at the door. Before saying anything or even waiting for a reply a rather tall man in his late twenties carrying a baby in his arms slips into the room. The man's bright green eyes immediately make contact with my own gaze, a warm smile spreading across his handsome face as I feel my heart begin to melt. As he approaches I find my eyes darting over him, his short brown hair, the thick stubble around his sharp angular jawline, his lightly tanned skin, the firm defined muscles hidden beneath his tight night-shirt.

"Morning sweetie" he softly coos, leaning down and gently placing a kiss on my lips. Without even a second thought I find myself returning his advances, losing myself in the moment as I enjoy the early morning affection.

"Morning" I mutter, unsure of how to respond to the man I was apparently head over heels for.

"Sorry I...well I tried to let you get some more sleep but...well Stephie needs her morning feeding" the man says apologetically, rocking the fusing baby in his arms.

I sit in shock for a beat, looking between him, the baby, and my aching chest as the gears slowly but surely turn in my sleepy skull. "Oh fuck, I'm 'Mom' aren't I" I think to myself, swallowing hard as I try to work out what the hell had caused this. I hadn't taken any trait like this, at least I don't think I did.

I'm snapped from my thoughts as I feel the bed shift, the tall handsome man sitting down next to me in the bed. "Don't worry kitten" he says, a shiver running down my spine as he uses that specific pet name. "I'll get the kids to school today, I can be a little late for work" he chuckles, holding out the writhing infant for me to take from him.

"I...of course" I mutter, taking the child into my arm. I had never really held children before, however, the moment she enters my arms I find my body moving on instinct. In a matter of seconds I find myself cradling the small honey-skinned child close to my chest, a soft yelp escaping my lips as she quickly latches and begins to suckle at my massive overflowing breasts.

I can only sit in awe at the experience, murmuring gently as I feel the aching pain in my left breast slowly begin to ease.

The man next to me rests his head on my shoulder, the feeling of his stubble on my soft skin causing me to exhale a shuddering breath in excitement. His hand reaches under the blanket, drifting over my waist and to my stomach as my eyes begin to go wide. I felt bloated, the feeling reminiscent of the sensation I had experienced when I filled up on traits during the ritual. The skin was tight and bulging slightly, more so than it would with the substantial amount of pudgy fat I could feel beneath me but beyond my sight.

"Take it easy today, please" the man sweetly asks, his hand caressing my swollen belly. "I know you're eager to drop the baby weight but you've got a few extra additions to the family to think about" he continues, letting out a bit of a chuckle.

His face lights up as he slowly pulls his hand back up from beneath the sheets, a look in his eye telling me that he could have stroked my belly all day. "I still can't believe it, triplets" he mutters, my heart skipping a beat and my stomach sinking.