Work is always such a drag. Greg understood the importance of being employed, but that didn’t keep it from sucking. Thankfully, he had found something that helped him contend with the stress. He didn’t take anything prescription to modify his brain chemistry, not that there was anything wrong with that. He just had something he preferred more. It was a common, over-the-counter ‘supplement’ that worked exactly as advertised, which was a rarity in the world all on its own. It just so happened that what it did was whoever took it would swell up as though they were pregnant. And Greg had a fetish for that, which had the practical up shot of helping lift his spirits and improve his mood.
If store-bought neurotransmitters were valid, why not a baby bump too?
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