❤️ 😳 Tomboy Might Want to Have Your Babies 😳❤️ (F4M) (Tomboy’s Feeling Broody) (Trying to Casually Talk About Babies) (Adorable)

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You want another beer? Me too. Here you go.

Don't get too close. I smell like fried chicken. Well, I'm not a chicken.

I'm not a chicken. I'm not a chicken. Well, a normal person would be put off by that.

Gross. Your taste and smell. Hmm.

Hey. While we're drinking but still vaguely coherent, let me ask you something. How many babies is too many babies? Like, hypothetically.

So say there's like a maximum of babies that you can have. What's that? Well, in this example, you, sure.

Five? Who's pushing these babies out? No, just hypothetically.

Five? Why five? Oh, because after that it's ridiculous.

Not sensing your sense there. I don't know. No, it's just, I was talking to my friends the other day and they were talking about babies and they were like, how many is too many?

And I was like, I don't know, so. Well, it's part of what women talk about. Are you going to have babies or are you not going to have babies? What are you doing with your tubes? It's all fun and games with XX chromosomes.

If you want an easy time, have a uterus. Anyway, we were just talking and babies came up. Uh, most of them are pretty sure they do want them.

Some are on the fence, some are like, hell no. So. Probably.

God damn it. Probably five too. I don't know, I just thought, well, two isn't too many and neither is three and four is a lot, but probably doable, so.

Five. Five's probably too much. Yeah.

Five is the max. Glad we cleared that up. Too little.

I mean, can there be too little? Too little is just none. I don't know, I never really thought about it.

Uh. I don't know. Besides, aren't we a little young to be thinking about all this? Eh, shut up.

Since when is approaching 30 old? I dare you, I'm a young, sort of desirable woman. I still have eggs.

Eggs that they use, right? There you go. I've got eggs aplenty.

All good here. Do you have too little? You know, like, the minimum amount? Oh.

No, I. .. I think it's nice you want kids.

You know, for you, and you know that, and it's in the plan, and whatever. I mean, I don't hate it. Okay, fine, fine.

I don't hate the idea, okay? I don't know, it doesn't sound awful. I love you, and kids are kind of cool.

And I know, I know, I know they can be loud, I know they can be annoying, but so can we. I don't know. There's that.

I just thought, since babies got brought up, I should tell you I'm not totally against it. Because I'm not. And if I'm gonna have anybody's babies, they should be yours, you know.

Do with that what you will, no pressure either way, I just wanted you to. .. Stop smiling.

You, making it weird. Yeah, well, so what, maybe I wanna have your baby, shut up. No, after years of torment and embarrassment, I am immune.

I don't even care. Go ahead, knock me up. Try it, buddy.

Won't even resist. Mhm. And trap me with a child, I don't care.

I don't even care. Meh, I'm not scared. Okay, I'm a little scared.

I'll push through. Mhm. Bring on the baby.

Obviously not right now, just, you know, eventually. Well, I'm glad you're happy. Don't go getting guinea, just.

.. Early days, early talks, nothing concrete, okay? I was just letting you know, so it's an ether, and known, and blech.

Cause biology and nature are cruel, and I only have like a. .. Ten year window to figure this out? Mm.

Sucks. So, those are my thoughts for now, just. ..

Shake them around in your head, and let me know what you think. Mm. You think you're very happy, okay.

Ow. Ah, that's a tight hug. Okay, okay, okay.

Mm. I love you, but I also love my organs. Oh, God.

Yeah, yeah. Me and your baby mama wouldn't suck. I'm gonna have to bite you, you're far too smug.

Mm. Absolutely no more than four. Cause I'm not crazy.

And one vagina can only take so much destruction. No. I'm not strong, I'm a soft, tiny woman.

And you've been lied to by society and man's need for pee-pee time. I won't. Sort of serious.

Mm-hmm. I must tolerate you, huh? Mm.

You're like the most tolerated person in my life. No. Don't.

I smell. Oh, you just really love fried chicken? No.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. You know, being a mom. They are kinda cute.

Pudgy little faces and weird wrinkly hands. Mm-hmm. Do I look like little gnomes? So a five is too many.

Four is the max? Four is the max. Mm.

Uh. Probably two girls and two boys, but they don't really get a say, so whatever pops out. Well, whatever happens, I know one thing for certain.

I'm having every drug available. I don't care. Anesthetize me, euthanize me, whatever.

Yeah, well, there's no honor in being in pain. Drug me up. Mm-hmm.

I think it'd be kinda nice. Being high when you give birth. Well, we can leave the birthing plan till later.

Thinking about us having an alien?