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{{char}} is in heat...this is really idiotic, especially for those who hate this kind of stuff (like me)...

{{char}}: You've just sat down on the bus. It's a little crowded; you had to sit between a tall, athletic, male cheetah and a bulky, male bear, your arms occasionally grazing against theirs. There's a general warmth and life buzzing from the various people standing or sitting nearby as you all wait to get to your various destinations. After a couple of minutes, you begin to feel an aching warmth slowly growing in your loins, a bit of wetness dripping into your underwear. As the minutes pass, the various men on the bus can be seen occasionally sniffing the air curiously, only for their heads to inevitably turn your way with a confused or suspicious look. Most end up trying to ignore you and all the pheromones you're wafting into the air, but it's evidently difficult if the slightly more noticeable bulges in some of their pants are anything to go by. A couple smirk knowingly at you, evidently finding your problem funny.

Just as your pheromones are affecting the men on the bus, so too is your heat affecting you; your body is currently doing its damnedest to arouse and excite you, to try and get you to partake in the primal dance of procreation. Society may have advanced to the point of something like heat no longer being needed, but your body doesn't know that; it just goes on fueling that fire in your loins, goading you to finally let loose and get knocked up with some virile male's child, regardless of the consequences.

The cheetah next to you sighs in frustration and looks at you. "Did you seriously get on public transport while you're in the heat?" he says, his expression annoyed and slightly disgusted, but the bulge in his gym shorts betrays how much your pheromones are affecting him. {{user}}: I look at him, now hesitating further, because I had no intentions at all. Um, I'm sorry, I'll just get off if that makes you better. I press the button to request a stop and carefully make my way to the rear door, using the grab bars since my legs were shaking a bit {{char}}: The cheetah calls after you, "Wait, you don't have to--" but you're already out the door by then, standing on the curb as the bus passes by.

The sun is out and the air is warm, and the bus' stop is next to a small park, so you at least have somewhere to sit and rest a bit while you figure out how to get home. On the plus side, there aren't that many people here, at least not yet; the area is a bit more on the tranquil side, which is why most go to the nearby beach instead. {{user}}: I looked at the bus as it left me, holding my head and my belly from the intense aching. I then began to make my way back home, which was, thankfully, half a mile away, so I could take my medicine and get over with this. Thankfully, no one was around to bother me as I walked home. {{char}}: It's as you approach your building that a small, grey blur suddenly appears in your vision and nearly knocks you over. It takes a moment to register that it's a young girl, about 7-8 years old, who's currently laughing with her friend who's trailing behind; she ran smack into you while not paying attention to where she was going. {{user}}: Ho-uooumh.... Without much hesitation, I step in, close the door and lock it, run to the counter, and try searching for my pills, but unfortunately, I put them somewhere else. No...no.... I hurry to my bedroom and manage to find them on my sidetable. I open the bottle and manage to pop one pill in my mouth just in the nick of time...but unfortunately, there was no water. Uh...I think...mgh....I think I may be a few seconds...too...late... {{char}}: It doesn't take long, perhaps 20 seconds at most, but a few seconds is all it takes for the heat to completely overtake your mind, overriding every other thought in favor of that overwhelming need to breed. Despite knowing it's just the meds, it's still embarrassing to be caught like this; it's not even noon yet, and yet your body is already desperately trying to get you to act on those primal animalistic impulses. {{user}}: I then took to care for a feeling I'd ignored for a while now: my wetness. I slowly stood up, already feeling uncomfortable in every single fabric I had on. I limped over to the closet and managed to find myself a few things to help me: a cloth, some liners and my home clothes. {{char}}: Thankfully, most of the clothes you're currently wearing are loose and comfortable enough; unfortunately, they're not that loose, so they're currently hugging your body much stronger than normal, and the heat makes you much more sensitive to such sensations, so the various bits of cloth rubbing against your body in particular areas feels like a gentle form of torture. {{user}}: As I tried reaching for my liners on the top shelf, I advertently pressed my legs while doing so, causing me to wince as I felt a tickle. A-Ahh! I clenched my area, now embarrassing myself more than ever. Not wanting to suffer anymore, I forced myself to get everything off before trying again... {{char}}: The feeling of the clothes finally being off of your body feels almost therapeutic; they were such a bother, and removing them feels like you can finally breathe after a couple of hours. The air brushing against your bare form feels a lot more invigorating than usual at the moment; it's a bit of a struggle to maintain any sort of focus. You feel like you're starting to go a little crazy... {{user}}: I-I can't do this anymore....no...I need to... I knew the thoughts were beginning to come because I couldn't fight them anymore, so I had to resist by putting on my new clothes along with my liners with away before I could start probably humping {{char}}: Thankfully, you manage to quickly throw on a loose-fitting outfit, though you end up struggling a bit with the liners. Not because you're clumsy, fortunately, but because your mind's currently going a bit fuzzy, making it a bit of a struggle to focus. You still need to head outside, but first... {{char}}: You head into your bathroom so you can at least freshen up a bit and brush your messy hair. Getting outside won't be much of a struggle in this outfit; it's loose and comfortable, and there's nothing wrong with it in the moment. Of course, it would help if the heat wasn't still affecting you to some extent. As you stand in front of the mirror, trying to comb your hair, you end up starting to feel a bit lightheaded... {{char}}: The heat's getting to you a bit too much, and it's making it a struggle to keep your focus. You're starting to get a bit woozy; you end up slowly lowering yourself down to the ground, which feels nice, given how cold the tiles are against your skin. {{user}}: I look up at myself in the mirror, hazed, mouth open, panting. I nearly shivered as I struggled to pull myself up, but within seconds, it was too late. I uncontrollably began to brush my legs again as I started to enjoy the feeling of the soft liner... {{char}}: You know what you're doing is a bit embarrassing, and any other time you wouldn't be caught dead doing this, but the meds, the heat, the fever, the whatever the hell else is currently in your system, it all ends up leaving you with little choice but to let your body do whatever it needs to do. Thankfully, no one's around; the place is still completely empty. {{char}}: Then something strange happens--a noise drifts into your ears, something that quickly snaps you out of your delirium. It's the sound of your doorbell, and it's obvious that whoever's ringing it is here now, and they didn't want to wait. Who on earth...? {{user}}: As I shot up, the pill I still had in my mouth got knocked into my throat. I nearly choked, but managed to swallow it in time. I held my neck as I gagged. A minute later, I slowly pulled myself up. Okay...gonna do this right....I'll be fine... I limp myself over to the front door, still thankful that I'm now in my home clothes. I slowly unlock it to see one of my best friends... {{char}}: Thankfully, the heat, or at least the worst of it, is currently subsiding, which allows you to walk properly without it being a chore. You pull the door open and manage to find your friend, Oliver standing in front of your doorstep; he's a fellow wolf and one of your few close friends. "Hey," he greets as he takes notice of you. "Sorry to stop by unannounced, but-" he pauses as he suddenly sniffs the air. {{user}}: Oh, hi, I'm, uh... I shifted a bit as my wetless on my liner got evident again, but that would be the last time it would happen today I'm in a bit of a conundrum right now. {{char}}: Oliver pauses once more, a bit of confusion on his face before he suddenly smirks. "Oh."

He pushes open the door a bit, and it's a bit surprising how your body is unable to keep itself from shifting to the side a bit for him to get in. "You are, it seems," he muses, as he closes and locks the door behind him.

"And here I thought I was going to have to ask for a favor or something." {{user}}: Because of that, in a final effort to keep myself in shape, I slam the door, lock it, and rush to my bedroom and lock the door. I NEED A NAP! I then slam my other pillow over my head and try to sleep in the hopes that I will wake up normal again {{char}}: Once you lock the door and get in bed, you notice the heat's slowly coming back a bit. It's a bit difficult to sleep when you're feeling like this, but you eventually manage to doze off. Thankfully, the meds do their job, and you wake up about 4 hours later, your head much clearer, your body no longer feeling on fire, and your heat much more manageable.

...There's a knock at your door. {{user}}: I opened my eyes and blinked. However, I was too tired to get up, so I collapsed my head back onto the pillow... {{char}}: The knock comes again, slightly more forceful this time.

"Hey, Fathom, you in there?" Oliver's voice can be heard from the other side, and even from here you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. "Are you decent?" {{user}}: I slapped my hand onto my forehead as my was still feeling a little achy, but I felt that nothing weird was happening anymore. I decide to finally get out. Yes, I'm coming... I took my time to stretch and swung my legs over the side of my bed, nearly falling. I felt like I had been having no blood flow in my head, but in reality my medicine was working just fine. I walked normally this time over to the door and unlocked it, creaking it open slowly... {{char}}: Your hair's all a mess, and the first thing you notice is the smirk on your friend's face when he sees you; a smirk that makes it quite obvious that you know he knows exactly what you were dealing with at the beginning.

"How was the nap?" he says, his tone far too innocent to genuinely be asking you how you were sleeping. {{user}}: Yeah, very good... My eyes and ears droop. I forgot to take my meds before work today, that's all... {{char}}: "Uh huh." The smirk widens, and something in his eyes seems to tell you that he doesn't believe you even a bit.

He's known for a while now about the heat you sometimes go through, but he's never seen you really affected by it before. You're a friend sure, but you're also cute, so seeing you on the receiving end for the first time has his brain reeling with ideas. {{user}}: I knew that would happen, so I walked out of the bedroom, shoving past him, and sat on the couch, flopping on my bottom. I looked at him, slightly annoyed. Can you please get out? I don't want anything bad to happen between us...or maybe even everyone. {{char}}: He walks over and sits on the couch next to you without issue, and you can definitely see that smirk on his face still.

"Hey, relax, I'm not going to do anything," he says, trying to reassure you, though the slight teasing tone in his voice definitely isn't helping. "Yet," he adds on, and his smirk only gets bigger. {{user}}: As I saw his gaze, I knew I was right. It was too late for him not to smell my musk. I had to get out of here. Uhm, excuse me for one second. I then quickly grabbed my purse and laptop and shot straight out of the apartment, locking him inside in the process. {{char}}: "Hey, wait a--"

Oliver's protest is cut off when you quickly close the door and lock it, your sudden action getting a grunt of surprise out of your friend.

You don't have to wait long to hear the muffled sounds of him knocking on the door, though. "C'mon, let me out!" his voice comes through the door after a few seconds, though you can still hear the barely restrained amusement in his tone. {{user}}: I look back at the door, pushing my eyebrows together, then I hastily make my way to my local coffee shop, where another of my friends was waiting. In fact, they were the only one there as they were the owner of that place, and the only barista. {{char}}: You walk into the place and are immediately met with the familiar sights that you've seen dozens of times before - the various tables scattered around, the coffee machines, and the glass display where the various baked goods are stored.

Then you see the barista, sitting nonchalantly at one of the closer tables and idly fiddling with her phone. She's a white cat with black splotches all over her back and ears, around your age and a good friend of yours. She glances up from her phone as you enter. {{user}}: I wave and grin over to her. Oh, hi Mimi! I pull out a chair and set my things down. Well, I was acting weird this afternoon, that's why I'm here... {{char}}: Mimi raises an eyebrow and gives you a curious look as you quickly sit down. "Oh?" she says, her tone one of intrigue. "What happened?" {{user}}: Okay, so basically, it started when I forgot to take my meds this morning.... I just proceed to tell her what happened, and yada-yada... {{char}}: Mimi nods intently but silently in understanding as she listens to your tale. The moment you mention that you didn't take your meds, her mouth begins to twist into what looks like an amused smirk, clearly realizing what's going on.

When you finish, her eyes are currently gleaming with a bit of teasing mischief. "And?" she says, her tone still light with amusement. {{user}}: And what? So? I cringe a bit at her. {{char}}: Mimi snorts at your obvious annoyance. "Nothing," she says, waving a hand as if to dismiss it. "I mean, I've never seen the heat really hit this hard before, so..."

She pauses, a smirk on her face as if contemplating whether or not to say something. {{user}}: I slap her hand What? So who cares? It's just something that's a part of myself and others like me. {{char}}: Mimi flinches for a second at your hand. "Hey, relax," she says, still giggling from the slap. "You know I was just teasing, don't you? I'm not making fun of you, honest."

She looks at your face for a moment before continuing with, "And besides, come on--you know what effect your heat has on people..." {{user}}: I sigh, now getting stressed. Shut up. What you don't get is the personal point of it. {{char}}: Mimi's a bit taken aback by your sudden shift in tone, but she stops giggling nonetheless. "Hey, I know," she says, trying to comfort you. "It's just...you're not usually this affected at all, so..."

She sighs and looks at you, a look of slight concern on her face. "I'm sorry, you know I'm just teasing, right? I'm really not making fun of you." {{user}}: My expression softens and my eyes look the other way. Alright...now can I have some tea? My body's still rough... {{char}}: She nods. "Yeah, of course," she says, standing up. "I think I still have some chamomile in the back..."

Mimi heads for the back of the store for a moment, disappearing behind the door to the back room while you're left sitting at the table. The only sound is the quiet hum of the coffee machines. {{user}}: Around an hour later I was back home, teeth brushed, changed into pajamas. I couldn't stop getting the curiosity out of my head as I tried to close my eyes. Why did girls need to have heats? That suddenly made me flashback to the time the very first time it happened... {{char}}: Your memory suddenly pulls you back to an unfortunate time in your past--the first time you experienced heat.

It was years ago, back when you were a teenager, and the experience was a complete shock. The sudden increase of your body temperature, the aches, and the intense, primal need to breed had taken over your mind and left you reeling from the sudden rush of hormones. And since you were still young and new to all of it, you hadn't yet gotten on any meds to stop it. {{user}}: And then came the part where my dad never wanted to get me meds. I began to silently weep into my pillow because of that. {{char}}: Your thoughts are filled with sadness and rage when you remember your father's refusal to get you medication. He'd brushed it off as a "natural event" and refused to spend the money on it, despite knowing the obvious pain it was causing your body.

It wasn't until a concerned school nurse noticed your pain and quickly called your mother (who'd divorced your father a year ago) who ended up getting you the medication that you'd eventually come to use daily. {{char}}: Sadly, your first experience of heat without medication left you with a deep mark; from then on, you swore to NEVER go through that again.

From then on, you've kept yourself on your medication, taking it religiously every day at the same time. It kept your heat in check, preventing any unwanted effects from showing up without your consent...except for today. {{user}}: And so, I buried my head into my pillow further as I reflected on how many years it was ago, wanting to tell 13-year old me to do better, feeling my pillow soaking. Within minutes, I was snoring myself off. {{char}}: The next morning, you'd wake up much later than usual, your sleep having been filled with many weird dreams, some good, some bad. Thankfully, you didn't dream about THAT, but there's also something else.

You wake up feeling extremely sore and sweaty, a small, thin layer of sweat coating your body, dampening your sheets. {{char}}: But, even despite this, you also notice another feeling in your body: a strange, lingering feeling in your loins, as if there's something missing down there, as if there's something lacking... {{char}}: No, it can't be, you think as you try to get a better grip on yourself. The meds are still coursing through your veins, so why on earth are you currently feeling so needy...? {{char}}: The feeling's faint, so faint that it's not even enough to overtake you or anything, but with just a bit of focus, you can clearly feel the faint embers of another fire beginning to smolder down there like a pile of glowing coals, like a warning... {{char}}: You try to stay standing for a bit, but it's difficult. It's just too uncomfortable right now. You hobble over to your medicine cabinet and take one of your pills before rushing back and collapsing on your bed, trying to will yourself to wait for the meds to kick in. {{user}}: O...oh no...not the wetness...no...I don't need boys...or a girl...I need to be alone... {{char}}: As you lie there on the bed, trying to take deep breaths and concentrate on getting your body and mind under control, you suddenly hear a knock on the front door...and that just so happens to break your focus a bit, causing a tiny but noticeable thrill to shiver through your body... {{user}}: Unfortunately, out of nowhere curiosity got the best of me, and I sprinted out of bed, panting and dazed. When I opened the door, I tackled whoever was there and wiggled on them, licking nonstop... {{char}}: "H-Hey! Whoa, chill--"

A pair of hands pushes you back into the wall, stopping you from wiggling any more than you already have, and you can see a familiar pair of eyes looking at you with a mixture of slight surprise and curiosity.

It's Oliver, again.

"Uh, hey," he says, a bit of a smirk on his face as he slowly pushes you against the wall. "I'm guessing you're not fully through the heat yet..." {{user}}: Unfortunately, even though I couldn't smell my own musk this time, he could, which made him crazy again despite his few efforts to talk everything out... {{char}}: Oliver tries to keep talking, but he can't keep his eyes off your body, the body currently wiggling desperately against him. He takes a deep breath, the scent of your musk filling his nose and getting his instincts going. "F-Fathom, you know...I really..." he tries to say something, but something about your body and that scent is making it so difficult... {{user}}: That's only when I finally realize his voice, and I stop licking, wide-eyed. U-uh...oh, hi, Oliver...didn't expect you, heh... {{char}}: Oliver just looks at you, unable to tear his gaze off you as he tries to talk. The way you're currently pressing against him, your body against him is like a wet dream come true; it's almost like you're begging him to do something...

"I uh..." he swallows and tries to collect himself. "I just....came over to check on you." {{user}}: I try to look away too, but to no avail. My stress begins turning into pleasure. Oh, uh, yeah...about w-what? {{char}}: Oliver has to try multiple times to get a proper sentence out, but with all that delicious musk filling his nose, causing his instincts to go crazy, it's pretty hard. He takes a deep breath.

"About y-yesterday," he says, his tone suddenly shifting a bit, his eyes roaming over every contour of your body... {{user}}: As I felt him press a bit harder, there was something already starting to rise out of him. I was hesitating even more, and because of this being the first time I haven't avoided heat in years, I had to fight it once again. I took my courage and tried to let my words out. Uh, y-yeah...but you see...I haven't had...another heat that I couldn't avoid... pant ...in years...so...I seriously don't...want to...make...I whined as it started worse...love.... {{char}}: Oliver's eyes widen a bit at your admission, the information slowly sinking in. He's still pressed up against you, his body trying to force that information into his head, his body already reacting to the heat...

"I...see..." he says, but there's something off about his tone, like he's still trying to process all of this. "...you've been avoiding this...for years?" {{user}}: I tried to shift myself back to avoid his pants. Yeah...It's just a personal thing...I've just loved my job...and...and.... {{char}}: Oliver tries to follow you, but you've already moved away. His expression's changed quite a bit in the past few minutes, now shifting to one of a bit more pity and understanding; at that moment, he knows you've never even allowed yourself to enjoy heat.

"Wait, you've just...you've never...?" he says, his words getting caught in his throat as that fact hits him full-force. "You've...never given in to it?" {{user}}: Because we were finally streamlining our talk bit by bit, my medicine from yesterday started to work again. N-no. I never wanted to. I just wanted to be a free lady who just...just wanted to...learn about the world...I just think swimming was fun and...the turtles...they're my favorite animals, so cute I wanted to touch one myself... {{char}}: Oliver's taken aback a bit by your sudden shift in tone, your medicine beginning to kick in again. His expression is now a mixture of both relief and still-lingering confusion, though he's trying to clear his head.

"Oh, your...your favorite animal is a turtle...?" he says, trying to keep the conversation going, but there's still a slight bit of tension in the air. {{user}}: Um...yeah? Because of him still pressing on my shoulders, I got a bit uncomfortable, now that my musk quickly subsided. I looked towards the door of my apartment. Wanna come in...? {{char}}: Oliver finally realizes he's still holding you against the wall, and he quickly pulls back, a bit of guilt rushing through his expression as he realizes what he's been doing. "Sorry..."

He looks at you as you offer to let him inside, a bit of shame on his face. "Um, yeah...sure," he mutters, rubbing the back of his head. {{user}}: A few minutes later, we were chatting about both of our lives, sharing stories of our own. We got to learn more about each other than we had in a while since we first saw each other 6 months ago. {{char}}: It only took about an hour before the atmosphere was finally relaxed. The sexual tension was gone, replaced by a nice mood of comfortable chatting. Oliver even got so comfortable that he slumped against the couch and stretched his legs a bit.

"So...if I'm getting this right..." he starts, his tone a bit more casual now. "...you were studying marine biology all this time, right?" {{user}}: Mhm...when I first entered high school I was excelling at all my science classes. I was that desperate. I laid back on the couch, accidentally getting my feet on his head. {{char}}: "Ow, hey!" Oliver protested, gently moving your feet off his head. "You could at least give a bit of warning before you-"

He suddenly stopped his complaint mid-sentence, however, when he accidentally got a look at one of your legs as they moved off his head, and something about it just kept him from complaining any further... {{char}}: He cleared his throat as he tried to maintain a neutral expression in an attempt to hide his reaction. "A-Ahem."

He rubbed the back of his head, trying to stay still on the couch. "Um, yeah...so," he said, continuing his question from before. "Do you just like swimming? Or is there any other reason you're obsessed with marine biology?" {{user}}: I shifted my legs to be around his back instead. Well, I think I have to say it was just natural for me, I guess? {{char}}: Oliver had to suppress a shiver as your legs went around his back and leaned against him, the sudden close proximity getting his mind racing again. "Natural..." he echoed. "What do you mean by that?" {{user}}: As soon as I saw his response, I had to lift my legs out of the way. Well, I mean I was probably just born for it? I liked it from the start. {{char}}: As soon as you pulled your legs away, Oliver felt a bit of relief. He took a small breath to calm himself, but at the same time, he had to admit that the sudden loss of that contact was a bit of a disappointment. "...I see," he said after a moment. "So you're, uh-" he stops to collect his thoughts again. {{user}}: I give him another funny grin. ...so I'm what? Extroverted? {{char}}: Oliver blushes just a bit as he realizes again how quickly you picked up on exactly what he was thinking. "Um...that wasn't exactly what I was going to say," he protested. "I was going to say you're..." his eyes roam up and down your body for a moment, his eyes lingering on your legs for a few seconds "...quite flexible." {{user}}: As he blushed, I blushed too, and where he looked, I flexed my legs upwards, exposing my crotch as he said that. Um...thanks? I've honestly been trying to practice swimming faster so I can rescue animals in time... {{char}}: Oliver's eyes instantly dropped down to your legs when you flexed them, and the second his eyes caught a glimpse of your crotch beneath your clothing, there was a visible throb in his pants. He swallowed hard and tried to avoid looking further downward. "Y-Yeah..." he barely mutters out, his eyes shifting up to yours in an attempt to keep his mind on anything but your body. "How long have you been swimming?" {{user}}: Since I was around 4, and- I was clearly noticing that he was still affected by the musk I had earlier. ...can you please sit up? {{char}}: Oliver's body was frozen for a moment, but then realization slowly dawned in his expression as his eyes darted between yours and the obvious tent he had in his pants. His face suddenly turned red with embarrassment and shame as he tried to stammer out an apology. "I-I-I'm so sorry," he said, his voice quivering a bit. "I don't know why I'm-" {{user}}: I sat up too, and reassured him with a smile. No, no, it's fine, my heat's gone now. {{char}}: Oliver slowly sat up too, trying to compose himself once again. He still looked a bit flushed and embarrassed from his current predicament, but his expression was still calming down. "A-Are you sure...?" he asked, still hesitant from the lingering sense of guilt he felt from earlier. "I...I don't want to make this weird..." {{user}}: Yes, yes, I'm sure, I'm...wait...don't get me started on... {{char}}: Oliver suddenly looked up, tilting an eyebrow. "Don't-don't get you started on...?"

He couldn't help but be a little curious about what you were saying. {{user}}: I couldn't help myself, voluntarily this time. ...on...on... 3 months later, I was taking my usual trip to the mall. After beginning to wait for my order at the food court, though, I had a strange tickle as I sat down on the toilet in that same place on my belly where I had my heat. It definitely wasn't something normal...could it be... {{char}}: The feeling had started out simple, almost like a mere itch in your abdomen. Then, gradually, it turned into a feeling of an increasing pressure in your gut, like it was trying to push something out or trying to get something full, but you couldn't even say for sure. It had been months since your last heat. But this was too similar to ignore... {{user}}: Feels like...feels like a q-quickening.... The realization of what I did finally set in. I now officially hated myself for acting so dumb... {{char}}: You knew exactly what this feeling was now. It had been something you'd been trying to avoid for a very long time, but now it was finally here. You just couldn't help yourself, could you...? {{char}}: You began to feel a tingling deep within your gut, a strange feeling that slowly but surely started intensifying, and you found yourself shifting in place on the toilet. This was going to be a problem...the last day of this would be torturous... {{user}}: I grab my phone out of my purse, which was hanging on the wall of the stall's door. With much worry and shame, I speed-dialled Mimi instead of Oliver because I didn't want him in my life anymore for not avoiding me. {{char}}: After a few rings, you hear a click and a familiar voice suddenly filling your ear.

"Hey. What's up?" Mimi asks, a bit of curiosity in her tone. {{user}}: H-hey...umm...I think I got myself preggy... I gulpeed when I said those last two words, nearly whispering them. {{char}}: There's a moment of shocked silence on Mimi's end for a few moments, seemingly because of the bomb you just dropped. "W...WHAT?!?" she said, clearly surprised. {{user}}: ...I-I know...sigh I got a little too friendly with myself... {{char}}: Another long moment of silence, but then comes a slightly irritated sigh as Mimi speaks up again, and you can practically hear her shaking her head through the phone. "Ugh, I warned you about this before, you idiot."

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