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Heather and Sherri drove down Ponce de Leon Avenue on their way to the
Georgia World Congress Center.  Both were dressed in light colored
blouses and skirts.  Heather kept one eye on traffic and the other on
Sherri.

"When's the last time you had dick?"

Sherri took her eyes off the passing buildings and turned to Heather.

"I don't know.  Maybe right after high school?  Those are the years I
was really confused."

Heather volunteered, "Liam was my last.  And first."

Sherri smiled.

"I know, and then you met Audrey..."

"Yes, and then I met you.", she said as she squeezed Sherri's bare
knee.  She paused and added, "What do you think it'll be like?"

"Like the other times I guess.  Isn't it like riding a bike?"

"I don't know.  It's just been so long.  And back then I didn't know."

"We don't have to do it."

"Unless you've sprouted a sperm factory I don't see how we can avoid
it."

"We could just forget the whole thing."

"We can't, Sherri.  How can we stand up for abortion rights if we
haven't experienced it ourselves."

"We're lesbians.  We shouldn't have to!  There are plenty of men who
fight for abortion rights."

"And they're all hypocrites.  They ought to just stay out of it."

"Heather, I still don't see think a Linux convention is the best place
to cruise for men."

"Do you want some slobbering redneck or douchebag frat boy on top of
you?  One who'll brag to his buddies he did two chicks at the same
time?  One who'll keep calling you for weeks?"

Sherri sat quietly.

"I think it'd be better just to pick up some guy from out of town, let
him do his thing, and head back home.  I'm really hoping we can scope
out a married guy.  He'll probably be clean and won't call us once
he's back with his wife."

"A married man?"

"Or a single one.  I'd imagine most of these computer nerds are
clean.  Hell most of them are probably still virgins."

Heather paid for parking and soon the pair were inside the convention
center.

"My God!", said Sherri.  "This is like a dork version of a Star Trek
festival."

They intentionally showed up late.  Their thinking was they could
catch a guy leaving.  Plus they didn't want to listen to nerds talk
all day.  Both were worried they had cut things a little too close.

"I don't see anyone."

"Yeah, all the men are in huge groups.  Or they're old.  Or they're
ugly."

They walked around more.

"Hey, what about him?", Heather asked.

"Who?"

"The guy in the maroon sweatshirt."

"With the glasses?!?"

Sherri had her nosed turned up.

"You weren't this picky about guys ten years ago."

Sherri elbowed Heather in the ribs and said, "Bitch."

Heather giggled.

"Come on, let's talk to him."

They approached him.  Thankfully he didn't move, he just looked around
the convention center.  Heather spoke first.

"You look lost."

At first he didn't realize she was talking to him.

"Oh, sorry, no I'm not.  I'm just seeing if I missed anything.  I
think I hit all the booths."  He then held up two large plastic bags
full of vendor schwag.

"We just got here a little while ago."

"You just got here?  You missed all the speakers."

"Yeah, well, we heard this was in town and weren't doing anything.
Girl's night out.  That sort of thing."

"You're local?"

"Yeah, aren't you?", Heather feigned ignorance.

"I'm from Boston.  Well Wilmington, Massachusetts.  Actually I live in
Burlington, Massachusetts but I work in Wilmington.  I make that route
128 drive everyday."

Heather nodded like she knew what the hell he was talking about.

"Wow!  Boston!  I would never have guessed someone would travel so
far."

"Well, this is one of the largest Linux shows in the world."

Heather sensed Sherri next to her.

"Oh, let me introduce Sherri.  A friend of mine."

Sherri held out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Scott."

"And I'm Heather."

They all nodded.

"So, where are you staying?"

"My company put me up in the Westin Peachtree Plaza Hotel.", he said
referring to Atlanta's iconic tall, round hotel in the heart of
downtown.

Sherri blurted out, "Hey, we have dinner reservations there.  Care to
join us?"

Heather looked at Sherri and then Scott said, "That sounds great!  I'm
starving."

Heather spoke next saying, "We were on our way to the ladies' room.
Can we meet you back here in a few minutes?"

"I'll be here."

Once they were out of sight Heather said, "Reservations?  We don't
have reservations."

"Heather, at the rate you were moving we'd still be talking next
week."

"How are we going to..."

Sherri silently interrupted Heather slowly rocking her iPhone back and
forth like a propeller.

The trio rode in Heather's car to the hotel garage since Scott didn't
have a car.  In the lobby they agreed to meet at the restaurant as
Scott wanted to drop off his bags in his room.

"If you ladies need me I'm in room 1403.  That should be easy to
remember.  Version 1.0 of the Linux kernel was released on 14 March."

They waved to him as the elevator doors closed.  As soon as they did
they burst out laughing.

"Version 1.0 of the Linux... what did he say?"

Sherri was in tears laughing so hard.  "I don't know.  What room is he
in?"

"1.0!"

They were still laughing when the doors opened into the Sun Dial
Restaurant.  About ten minutes later Scott arrived.  The women were
impressed.  He had changed out of his jeans and MIT sweatshirt and
into khakis and a white shirt with a penguin on it.  Well, a penguin
with orange duck feet.  The ladies had come up with a story of Sherri
landing a new job and used that excuse to buy champaign.  They made
sure Scott's glass was always topped off.  Neither had any real plan.
Scott insisted on paying the bill.

"Well ladies, I should see you off.  I have to pack.  My flight isn't
until tomorrow afternoon.  I'm on Airtran.  But I need to be out no
later than 11."

Sherri spoke again.  "Scott.  I've lived in Atlanta my whole life and
I've never stayed here.  I've always been curious what the rooms look
like.  I mean with the building being round and all.  Can we see your
room?"

"I don't see why not."

Within a few minutes the three were in Scott's room.  Heather looked
out the window.  Scott pointed out the buildings admitting he didn't
know the names of any of them, but pointed them out anyway.  Sherri
sat on his king size bed and then lied down.  Heather caught Sherri
out of the corner of her eye.  Her blouse was riding up showing her
belly.  Her skirt, while covering everything that a good girl should
keep covered, looked very provocative and revealing.  She actually got
Scott's attention.  Sherri sat up.

"Scott, do you want to do us a really, really big favor?"

"Sure!"

Sherri slipped off her shoes.

"Have you ever had two girls at the same time?"

"At the same time?  I only have one...", he didn't say the word just
looking down at his pants.  Heather bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"Two girls in bed at the same time."

"No.", he said it more like a question.

Heather spoke up.  "It's been sort of a, well, fantasy of ours.  We've
been friends since childhood and, well, if we were lesbians or
something we might go to bed together, but if we shared a man in bed."

Sherri hoped he didn't ask details of their childhood.  Sherri did
grow up in the Atlanta area, but Heather was from Cincinnati and they
had only been together for about three years.

Scott shrugged.  "What the hell?"

Sherri unbuttoned her blouse.  Scott and Heather followed suit.


SEVERAL HOURS LATER

"Sherri.  Sherri.  Sherri, wake up."

Sherri blinked her eyes opened.  She forgot momentarily where she was.

"Sherri, let's go home."

Sherri looked at the clock.  It read "3:59" in big red numerals.

"Why?"

"I'll tell you in the hall.  Hurry, I don't want Scott to wake up."

Sherri was still buttoning her blouse as they walked down the deserted
hallway.

"Why are we leaving?"

"I couldn't sleep and I started to think about this.  I'm sure Scott
will insist he buy us breakfast.  He'll feel guilty about last night."

"He might want to nail us again.", Sherri added catching on.

"Yeah, that too."

"I'd rather make a clean break before he asks for phone numbers or
email addresses."

The two appeared to be the only ones on the road.  Soon Atlanta's very
early morning rush hour would begin.

"Do you think we're both pregnant?"

Heather looked over at Sherri.

"I hope so.  It'd suck if just one of us were."

"Wouldn't be neat if they could do our abortions together, at the same
time, in the same room.  We could watch each other."

Heather shook her head.  "I've been in there as a volunteer.  The
rooms are barely big enough for the patient, doctor, and nurse.  They
can't even allow a partner in.  I'd imagine too the emotions could get
out of hand if they had others in there."

"I know.  I wish there were a way though.  What about another clinic?"

"I think they're all like that."

"I love you, Heather."

"I love you too, Sherri.


A FEW WEEKS LATER

Heather and Sherri screamed in unison.  They hugged and danced in a
small circle.  They held up their pregnancy tests and screamed
simultaneously, "Positive!"  They held and kissed, undressed, and then
showered together, neither one getting particularly clean because they
were too busy making out.

They agreed they'd terminate at eleven weeks which was just seven
weeks away, both counting from their last period.  Having been
together for so long their cycles were in lock step.

Both went through spells of morning sickness, but neither had it all
that bad.  Heather noticed Sherri's mood was a little down.  Sherri
did tend to be the moody one, the PMSy one.  Perhaps pregnancy wasn't
agreeing with her.  Heather returned to her job as a manager with the
phone company.  Sherri continued managing the women's bookstore in
their Virginia-Highland neighborhood.  Heather was most definitely the
breadwinner in the family, but they shared everything.  Everything
except for clothes.  Heather had what some might call a willowy
figure.  She was tall, thin, with just enough curves and bust line to
distinguish her from being a man.  Sherri was shorter and while hardly
fat, she was full figured.  Her whole life she felt that if she could
lose just five or ten pounds she'd be perfect, but was never able.  In
any case, she was much thinner than most women her age.  Both were
very pretty, something they prided themselves on, not being butch
lesbians.


AND A FEW WEEKS AFTER THAT

Heather came home from work exhausted, but seeing Sherri perked her
up.  She could tell Sherri was up to something.  They sat on the couch
together.

"What?", Heather asked with a suspicious smile.

"I want to talk to you about something", Sherri said as she unfastened
the top two buttons of Heather's blouse.  "There's something I want us
to do.", she continue unfastening a third button.

"We're not keeping the babies.  I loathe children."

"No, not that at all."  She pulled down Heather's left bra cup
exposing her nipple which she ran her finger along.  "I still want the
abortions, I just want to change a small detail about them."  She
pulled Heather's left bra strap off her shoulder, most of Heather's
breast now exposed.

"What do you want to change?"

Sherri sucked on Heather's nipple and bit it, something that always
drove Heather wild.  "I want us to perform the abortions ourselves."

"Ourselves?"

"Uh huh."

"Sherri, this isn't 1967.  The days of coat hangers and Pine-Sol are
over."

"Yeah, but we have something we didn't have forty years ago.  The
Internet."

"What, you would put our deaths up on YouTube?"

"No, there's a lot of information about them.  You can order all of
the medical equipment doctor's use."

"Sherri, it's too dangerous."

"Heather, what if abortion is someday outlawed?  Wouldn't it do
womankind a lot of good if we knew how to do it?"

"Hello!  News flash!  Obama is president now."

"So?  There are still a bunch of pro-lifers in Washington.  And look
at the state we live in, Georgia.  We could have a military coup.
There's the Supreme Court.  We'll never truly be safe as long as the
Vatican and Mormons and Baptists are roaming the place."

Heather looked at Sherri.

"You're serious?"

"I am.  I wouldn't suggest it if I thought it were dangerous."

"How are we going to practice?"

Sherri avoided the question.  "Wouldn't you love for me to spread my
legs as wide as possible for you.  Let you enter me, as deep as you
can possibly go.  Remember how you felt when Scott was on top of me.
A man.  A man with his penis shoved deep into my womanhood.  The very
vagina you lick and kiss almost every night.  Wouldn't you love to
scrape out what that man left behind?", she said emphasizing the word
"man" every time she said it.

Heather continue to look skeptical.

"And as soon as I'm clean once again I can do it to you.  Maybe I'll
have to restrain you because you squirm too much.  I have to tie your
wrists and ankles over your head.  You'd be completely helpless as I
carve out the growth that man's pollution left behind."

Heather felt like she was starting to drool.

"Can I see this material you have found on the Internet?"

"I'll get my laptop."

"Wait."

"What?"

"You have a partially naked woman on your couch.  She had a long day
at work.  She's pregnant and her hormones are just oozing today and
she needs a good lay."


WEEK 11

Heather got home first.  UPS had left a box by the front door.  She
slid it with her foot, lifted it over the threshold, and slid it in
more using her foot.  She looked at the label.  It was sent to Sherri
and was from a medical supply company.  Out of curiosity she opened
it.  She couldn't identify half the things in the box and they all
looked scary.

Sherri had to work until nine, so she didn't get home until about
9:20.  She threw some leftover Chinese food into the microwave and
changed into a nightshirt.  She and Heather went through the box.
Sherri had studied the procedure over and over and had it memorized.
She explained all of the instruments to Heather.

"Do you know what I think we should do?"

"What?"

"Use the same instruments on each other.  Don't even clean them."

"I guess we could.  It's not like either of us has AIDS or anything."

"We're carrying half-sisters.  Or brothers.  Or..."

"Half-siblings?"

"Yeah.  Imagine, killing them off with the same blade."

The word "killing" really struck Heather, but she enjoyed the sound of
the word.

"When do you think we should do this?  We said eleven weeks."

"I know.  But I feel like I'm not ready.  This has been a really nice
break from having periods."

"We're going to start showing soon.  In fact I feel like I already
am."

"Heather, I see you naked and I can't tell you're pregnant."

"I don't want people at work talking."

"Screw them."

"You don't understand.  I work with all sorts of people including born-
agains from the suburbs."

"I want to wait."

"Okay, but I'm warning you, we're not waiting so long that these brats
are born."


SIXTEEN WEEKS

Sherri came home.  Heather was on the couch crying.  It was the middle
of the afternoon when she should've been at work.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Can we just get this over with?"

"What?"

"Our abortions."

"What's wrong?"

"Two women asked me today when I'm due."

"How can they even tell?"

"Sherri, look at me.  If I swallow a pea whole it looks like I'm
pregnant.  I'm not hiding this pregnancy well."

"What did you tell them?"

"I reminded them I'm a lesbian and insisted I wasn't pregnant."

"And?"

"Oh, you know them.  They think my sexuality is a little phase I'm
going through and I have a man on the side."

"What if you wore control-top pantyhose or something?"

"Do you know how much that would suck?"

"I know, but will you do it for me?  Just two more weeks.  I promise."

"Okay."


EIGHTEEN WEEKS

"You can postpone it a little longer if you want, Sherri."

Sherri looked up as Heather came into the house and set her stuff
down.

"Why?  What happened?"

"The economy happened.  We've been told to use up our vacation time.
I'm off for the next four weeks."

"You have that much vacation?"

"No, ten days of it will be unpaid.  Thank God we don't spend much and
have our savings."

Heather disappeared into their bedroom.  After a few minutes she
called for Sherri.  Sherri was startled, and then turned-on, that
Heather was lying on the bed, completely naked, with her legs in the
air.

"What are you doing?"

"Where are we performing the abortions?"

"Here."

"I know here, but where here?"

"I guess on the bed."

Heather put her legs in feet in different positions.

"Nothing is comfortable.  I can't keep my legs in the same position
for more than a minute or two."

"I hadn't thought about that."

"Plus if one of us is performing the abortion how are we supposed to
sit?"

"Hmmmm."

"We probably should figure this out soon."


TWENTY WEEKS

Heather was sitting on the couch, feeling fat and pregnant, the baby
kicking her, as she tried to read.  She heard a lot of commotion and
Sherri speaking Spanish.  Spanish?

"Aqui.  De esta manera, por favor.  Gracias, gracias."

Heather looked up to see Sherri, several men carrying a large item
wrapped in plastic, and Lori, a friend of Heather's from the
bookstore.

"El dormitorio, por favor."

She guided the men into their spare bedroom.

Heather asked Lori, "What in the fuck is going on?"

"Sherri told me you wanted to borrow my exam table."

"You have an exam table?"

"Yeah, Roxy and I like to play on it."

Heather threw up in her mouth a little, and it wasn't from the
pregnancy.  Lori was already fairly butch, but Roxy had a hairy lip
and neither woman was the least bit attractive by anyone's standards.
The idea of them naked on the... well, some pictures are best
unpainted.

Sherri paid the men and they got back in their truck.  Lori stayed and
chatted for a little while.  She got into her own truck and headed
off.  Heather and Sherri walked in to the spare room.

"Did you tell her why we wanted it?"

"During lunch I told her how you and I wanted to play doctor and
couldn't find a good way to do it.  I didn't mention anything about
the ..."

"Hey, I forgot I had the stool and the lamps in the back of my truck."

They turned around and saw Lori who had carried everything in
herself.  She took out a plaid handkerchief from her back pocket, blew
her nose, and said she and Roxy had line dancing and left.

They unwrapped it.  It looked like an old piece of gym equipment
painted a putrid blue-green.

"Do you think we need to sterilize it?"

Sherri nodded.  "Probably."

"It doesn't look very comfortable."

"It isn't too bad.  I got on it."

"Yeah, but you have extra padding.", she said and she patted Sherri on
the ass.

"Are you suggesting I'm fat?"

"No, you just aren't bony."

Heather hopped up on it.  She rested her feet in the stirrups.

"Okay, it's not too bad."

They paused and looked at it.

"I'm getting nervous."

"Yeah, I've been nervous since you suggested this."

"When?"

"I have to go back to work on the 18th.  What's today?  The first?"

"The second."

"The eleventh?  You think a week is enough time to recover?"

"Yeah.  I'll request a few days off myself."


THE NINTH

Sherri came back from running errands.  They figured they'd be laid up
for a while, so Sherri went shopping.  She had to pee, so she went
into the master bathroom.  Heather was taking a shower.  As with most
couples they weren't shy about bodily functions in front of each
other.  Heather wasn't aware Sherri was home.  She was talking in the
shower telling some bitch she was going to kill her.  Sherri walked
over, her panties around her knees and opened the shower door.
Heather screamed and jumped.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"No one."

"Who are you going to kill?"

Heather rubbed her soapy belly.

"I've been telling the baby for weeks now how much I hate her and how
I'm going to kill her."

"Really?"

"I know.  Majorly psycho.  I've decided I hate being pregnant and I've
never liked kids and I wish every baby I see would just choke on their
pacifiers."

Sherri pulled up her panties.

"Holy shit, Heather, I've been doing the same thing."

"No way!"

"Except I've imagined I'm carrying a boy."

"Why?"

"I don't know.  So I can hate it better?"

Heather realized she was wasting water.  She rinsed off and turned off
the shower.  She pointed to a small bruise on her belly.

"The little bitch was just kicking and kicking and kicking so I
punched her."

"My little brat has been kicking and squirming so I press my belly
against the counter at work.  There have been a couple of times I
thought I had killed it.  But then he starts up again."

"I cannot believe those breeders enjoy when their womb invaders kick
and move about.  Imagine eating a taco and having it try to punch its
way out."

"I think I had one of those in Cancun once."

Heather plopped her naked pregnant body onto the bed.  She had her
hand on her belly.  She said in a really loving, cutesy voice as she
gently rubbed her belly, "Mommy is going to kill you in two days."

Sherri held her mouth up against Heather's belly and screamed as
loudly as she could, "I'm going to cut you up into a thousand pieces
you little bitch!"

Heather's eyes opened wide.

"I think you scared her.  She jumped.  Shit, she's kicking again."

Sherri could see where the baby's foot was hitting and started jabbing
the spot with her finger in sync with the baby's motion.

"Ow, ow, that hurts."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"It tickles too."

"That?", she asked while jabbing all over Heather's belly.

"Stop.", she begged while laughing.  "Seriously.... stop."  Heather
was laughing hysterically.

"Let me kiss it and make it better."

She started kissing and licking Heather's pussy.

"Don't even start unless you plan on getting naked.  I've been horny
all day."

"You don't say?"

"Why do you think I was in the shower?  I was splittin' the kitten."

"I thought you masturbated in the bedroom."

"I've masturbated everywhere except the attic and that's only because
the insulation is itchy."

Sherri shed her clothes.  She still held her bra.  She playfully
forced Heather onto her belly and held her arms back.

"What are you doing?"

"What you like me to do."

Sherri tied Heather's hands behind her back with her bra.

"The little bitch has the hiccups now."

Sherri held her hand on her partner's belly and felt the kicking and
the hiccups.  She started jabbing again.

"Oh god, no, no....".  Heather was laughing uncontrollably.  Sherri
alternated between jabbing Heather and her baby and licking her friend
and biting her nipples.  She soon came already having aroused herself
in the shower.  Sherri removed the bra.  They snuggled.

"I think the brats are kicking each other."

The two women held their bellies together where their babies' feet
were landing.

"You know what would be awesome?", asked Heather.

"What?"

"Being pregnant with twins and having them fight to the death inside
of you.  And then aborting the winner."

"Only if that could be planned."

They lied there quietly.  And then Sherri spoke.

"We have to dilate each other tomorrow."

"That's right.  Did you pick up the stuff to do it?"

"Yeah, I have it."

"When should we do it?"

"It has to be in there 24 hours.  Let's wake up early and do it.
Maybe give it a little more than 24 hours."

"Okay."

"And we probably should avoid mind-blowing sex so we don't dislodge
it."

Heather gave her an exaggerated frown.

"I'll make it up to you after", she sat up and screamed into Heather's
belly, "we've cut up our bastard babies."

Heather laughed and then said, "Dammit, you got her moving again."


NEXT MORNING

Sherri and Heather woke up at 6, made coffee, and took a non-sensual
shower.  Both women were tired having been up late making love.  They
walked naked into their spare bedroom and looked at the exam table.

Sherri spoke first.

"It looks so.  Clinical."

"Even my gynecologist has nicer stuff than this."

"Well, it was free."

"Does Lori want it back?"

"Eventually."  Sherri sipped her coffee.  "Oh, I told her."

"You didn't!"

"She's not stupid.  We're visibly pregnant.  I suddenly want this
table.  She asked me what we were doing.  So I told her."

"What did she say?"

"She high-fived me, bear hugged me, and said we were 'fucking
awesome'."

"She didn't say we were crazy?"

"No, she said she'd drink a beer for each of us."

Heather set her mug down and said, "I'll go first."

She positioned herself into the stirrups.  Sherri sat on the stool and
pulled the items she would need from the box.

"Can you scoot closer to the edge of the table?"

"Oh, you have to be kidding me?"

"No, really.  I see what my gyn means now."

Heather lifted her ass up and scooted down.  This caused her to open
her legs even wider.  Sherri fumbled with the speculum.  It was a
small, clear plastic one, not a large metal one.  It was cheaper and
less foreboding, but sort of hard to see and operate, especially so
early in the morning.  She placed the laminaria in Heather's cervix
and then place a small sponge over it.

"Done."

"That's it?"

"This is the easy part."

The two traded places.  Sherri made sure to be scooted down.  Heather
used the same speculum and same clamp to place the laminaria.  It took
her a few tries, but was able to insert it along with the sponge.  She
climbed down from the table.

"Now we wait."

The women showered, dressed, and ate breakfast.  They spent the
morning watching the videos over and over.  It looked so simple.
Neither did a whole lot that day, just watched the videos, napped,
even took a walk.  Sherri started cramping from her cervix opening.
Heather didn't experience anything.  "Of course!", thought Sherri.
Heather had easier periods, never got yeast infections, and handled
pregnancy and abortion a whole lot better.

Before bed Sherri laid out the instruments on a tray she had placed
near the end of the exam table.  Everything was sterile wrapped.  They
would open what they needed in the morning.


TIME TO KILL THE BABIES

Heather woke up first around eight.  She rolled over and cuddled
Sherri who soon started to wake up.

"Ready to chop up some babies?"

Sherri stretched, her nightshirt getting caught on her belly.

"Can you believe we're doing this?"

"Hey, my boobs have gotten a lot bigger.  This is better than getting
implants."

"I've noticed and I approve.  Maybe they'll be as big as mine."

"Ha!  I doubt it."

Sherri stretched again and said, "I really have to pee."

"Yeah, me too."

The two women emptied their bladders and showered.  They got dressed
and ate a large breakfast.  After cleaning the kitchen they migrated
to the couch.  It was now almost ten o'clock.

"We're stalling aren't we?", asked Heather.

"I think we are."

"Part of me wants to be pregnant longer so I can keep tormenting the
little brat.  But she hasn't moved yet this morning."

"Maybe she's hiding knowing she's going to die."

"I'm really glad we waited.  Had we done this at eleven weeks I'm not
sure the babies would've felt anything.  But now, they have heartbeats
and they respond to touch.  They're going to feel everything and know
what's happening.  That is so cool."

Sherri was rubbing her belly.  "I feel the same way.  When I think
about how child bearing has enslaved women for millenniums I am so
going to enjoy snipping small pieces off of her to prolong the pain.
I hope you do the same for me."

"Oh, I will.  And I'll cut his little dick off if I can."

They sat another moment and Heather asked, "Can I go first?"

"You mean have the first abortion or perform first?"

"I want the first abortion.  I know this was your idea and all.  But?"

"Sure.  Actually I want you to go first."  They started to the room
and Sherri remembered something.  "Oh, pictures!"

"Pictures?"

"I want to get before and after photos of our bellies.  I wish I had
thought of this before we got pregnant and took pictures all along."

Both women stripped naked and Heather climbed into the stirrups.
Sherri took a few pictures of the side of Heather's belly.  She then
took a few of her pussy.

"Delete those!"

"No, I want to hang them on the wall."

"You can look at the real thing any time you want."

Then the mood in the room changed.  They stopped giggling and being
silly.  Heather swallowed and grasped the handles on each side.
Sherri dried her hands off.  She had scrubbed them after taking the
pictures, but now they were wet with sweat.  She picked up yesterday's
speculum.  She was shaking.  Suddenly she could feel her own baby
inside, finally waking up.  This helped her focus.  She inserted the
speculum and removed the laminaria.

"Wow, you've really opened up."

Heather was too nervous to speak.

Sherri checked to make sure the tray was in place.  It turned out they
only sold suction machines to licensed doctors.  She would need to
pierce the amniotic sac and let the fluid run out on its own.  And it
did.  It splashed everywhere and smelled bad.

"How are you doing up there?"

"I think you woke the little bitch up."

"Well I have something to make sure she's awake."

Sherri reached for the Sopher clamp.  She carefully inserted it making
sure not to contact the uterine walls.  She felt solid material.  She
squeezed the clamp.  Heather could feel the baby squirming.  She let
go of one of the handles and patted her belly.  "There, there you
little bitch."  Sherri pulled.  Out came a foot and part of a leg.

"The bitch is really kicking me."

"She must be using her left foot because I have her right."

"Can I see?"

Sherri picked up the leg from the tray with her free hand.  The leg
was warm.  She scooted her stool around and showed Heather who just
smiled.  Sherri could feel her own baby squirming around.  Did he know
he was next?  Sherri went back in and came out with the other leg, the
entire thing.  Heather was now carrying a baby with a missing left leg
and her right leg only down to her knee.  Blood was coming out of
Heather's vagina.  She probed around some more.  She felt a large
mass.  That's not what she wanted.  She could feel something knocking
the clamp.  That was her target which she grabbed on her first try.
Out came most of the left arm.

"Is the little bitch still fighting?"

Heather put her hand back on her belly.

"She's still swimming around in there."

"How are you doing?"

"I've calmed down a lot.  I like feeling her struggle."

Sherri went back in and came out with the entire right arm and
shoulder.

"I have all of her limbs."

Sherri noticed she was sweating.  She picked up a towel, wiped her
forehead and dried her hands.

Heather touched her belly again and said, "I think she's stopped
moving."

Sherri went back in, found the large mass, squeezed and pulled.  This
was more difficult and Heather whimpered as she pulled out the baby's
lower torso.  A bloody mess plopped out into the tray.  Sherri saw the
remaining leg stump and followed it up.

"I think it was a girl."

"You think?"

"Well, it's hard to tell what's what."

Sherri went in again.  Her hand was tired and sore.  Aborting was
tough work.  She scored on the baby's neck and pulled out the upper
half of her body.  Heather didn't whimper, but did grimace as Sherri
extracted the shredded body part through her cervix.

"All that's left is the head."

The head was hard to find.  And once she found it, it was hard to get
a hold of.  She had to twist and turn the clamp which hurt Heather.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to get the little bitches head."

"Can you please leave my uterus intact?"

"I'm doing the best I can."

She finally had it.  She squeezed.  The handles didn't move.  She used
both hands and squeezed.  Nothing happened, but then all at once the
handles closed with a loud crack coming from inside Heather.  A pale
ooze came out of her vagina.  Sherri picked out the skull pieces.

Since they didn't have a suction machine they had to wait for Heather
to deliver the placenta naturally.  It did come out.  While they
waited Heather rested while Sherri tried to reconstruct the baby from
the aborted remains.  Before Heather got up she took the after photos
from the size and the crotch view.

Heather sat up and slipped her legs out of the stirrups.

"How do you feel?"

"My legs are asleep, but I think I'm okay.  I'm a little sore.  God,
is my cervix black and blue?"

"Just wait until you do me, it's not very easy."

Heather sat sideways on the table with her feet dangling.  She spotted
the tray.

"Is that it?"

Sherri held the tray up.

"This is your aborted baby."

She admired the work she and Sherri had just performed.

"I see what you mean about not being able to tell the sex.  I think if
it had been a boy, it'd have been obvious."

"I don't know, the father wasn't exactly well-endowed."

Heather hopped off the table and patted Sherri's bare ass.

"It's your turn."

"Now?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"You don't want to rest?"

"I've been flat on my back for half-an-hour.  I'm rested."

Sherri climbed into the stirrups while Heather got a clean tray to
hold the remains of Sherri's baby.  She took some pictures and also
took a crotch shot to get back at Sherri.

"Damn girl, I see your belly moving from here."

"He's is going apeshit in there."

"He knows what's coming."

Heather inserted the speculum and removed the laminaria.

"Holy shit, I see what you mean about being dilated."

"I know."

"I can see your brains from here."

"Ha ha."

Heather ruptured the sac and out poured the fluid.  More got on her
than in the tray.

"Did I do that to you?"

"What?  Spray me with baby juice?  Ya!"

"Whoops sorry."

Heather looked inside her lover's birth canal.

"Wait, am I supposed to see a leg?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's a leg hanging out of your cervix."

"I think he's kicking my cervix."

"That must be the other leg.  Oh shit, both legs are out.  What do I
do?"

"Cut them?  I don't know."

"He's slipping out!  Are you pushing?"

"No, am I supposed to?"

"I think you're giving birth.  It's slipping... well, it's a boy."

"Heather, what the hell are you doing?"

Heather put down the clamp and reached inside Sherri's vagina.  She
touched the baby's leg.  She flinched and pulled her hand back.  She
touched it again and tugged.  More fluid ran out and the baby fell
out, everything but the head which was still inside Sherri's uterus.

"Heather, what's happening?  This really hurts."

"The baby is almost out.  And intact.  Should I cut his neck?"

"I don't know.  Let me try to push."

She wasn't sure exactly what she was supposed to push.  Heather
reached in the best she could trying to reach the boy's torso.  She
couldn't reach so she pulled on his thighs.  He then popped out.

"Oh fuck, Sherri.  He's been born."

Sherri tried to sit up but couldn't.  Heather held the baby up, it
still attached to Sherri.

"That little thing has been causing me so much pain and grief?"

"What do we do with it?"

"Here, hand him to me and adjust this table to I'm sitting up."

Heather did as asked.  She noticed Sherri was squeezing the boy's tiny
scrotum.

"He doesn't have any balls."

"I don't think they've formed.  Or haven't dropped."

"He's responding to pain."

"I wonder why he's not crying?"

"Is he breathing?"

Heather held the baby and listened.

"Yeah, very shallow breaths."

Sherri pulled her middle finger back with her thumb and flicked the
boy had on the stomach.

"That's for all the kicking you did you piece of shit."

Heather flipped him over and slapped his ass.

"And that's for being born."

"Hand me a scalpel."

Heather reached down to pick it up and handed it to Sherri who started
poking the baby with it, breaking his skin.  He squirmed in Heather's
hands.  She almost dropped him.

"This is fun."

"Don't you want me to chop him up?"

"No, I kind of like this.  Man I wish his balls had dropped.  I'd love
to crush them."

She took the baby from Heather and started flicking the boy all over
his body.  While she did it she screamed at him.  "I'm your mother and
I hate you!  I'm glad you're going to die."  The baby flailed his
arms, but wasn't coordinated enough to deflect anything.

"Poor some rubbing alcohol into a cup or something."

Heather did so and handed it to Sherri who pried open one of his eyes
and poured the alcohol in.  He squirmed and tried to make a sound.
She looked around.

"Grab that old calculator you always make fun of.  My dad's old one.
It's in the desk.  Take the battery out and give it to me."

In about 30 seconds Heather produced a 9-volt battery.  She held the
terminals against the boys genitals.  He squirmed.  She forced open
his mouth and shocked his tongue.  He closed his mouth so she held it
to his lips.  Sherri then started to get down.

"Whoa girl, where are you going?"

"Oh, I don't know."

Heather had an idea.

"Wait here, don't get up!"

She ran naked to the kitchen.  She noticed she had blood all down her
thighs, like an entire period's worth.  But she didn't care.  She came
back with what she came for.  When she reentered the room she saw
Sherri performing mouth-to-mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"The little shit started to turn blue.  He's still breathing, but not
much.  So I'm helping keep him to live just a little longer."

The baby didn't really pink up, but he did start to lose his blue
color and squirmed more.  Heather produced the long-stemmed lighter
they used to light the grill.  Sherri smiled wildly.

"Cook his dick."

Sherri held open the boy's legs as Heather let the flame gently lick
the boy's penis and scrotum.  He squirmed to get away, using every bit
of strength he had in him.  All at once he went limp.  Heather saw it
and let the flame go out.

"Is he dead?"

"Probably."

Heather took the baby and rested him in the tray.  Shortly thereafter
Sherri delivered her placenta which was still attached to the baby.
Heather helped Sherri up.  They hugged and kissed.

Heather took a clean tray and placed the remains of both babies in
them free of amniotic fluid.  She arranged it so they held hands.
Sherri came in from the bathroom and say it.

"Ah, how cute.  Take a picture."

"Isn't this incriminating evidence?"

"Who'll see it?"

They took many photos.  They then showered, dressed, and cleaned up.
They had to change their maxi pads every hour, but other than that
were fine.

"What the hell do we do with the twat droppings?", asked Sherri?

Heather thought a moment.

Late that afternoon they cooked a pork loin on the grill, the scent of
the meat covering the odor of what was mixed in with the coals.  They
savored every bite.

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