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Jonni Jackson woke up in a hospital in Weirdsville, Idaho....
[Introduction]
Jonni Jackson woke up in a hospital in Weirdsville, Idaho.
How did he get there?
You were in a car crash, they told him.
That night a creature came into his room. Did he dream it?
Jonni blinked, then tried to sit up. No, that made him feel sick in the stomach. He lay there wondering what had happened to him.

Later a nice nurse patted his hand and explained that he was involved in a car crash. His car was totaled. Where is this? A hospital in Weirdsville, Idaho. Never heard of it? Few people have. She smiled and turned the light down. "Sleep time."

He slept.
Weirdsville had always been a ironically named place... nothing really 'weird' ever seemed to happen here, it was actually a pretty normal place! Though tonight never really felt like the usual normal nights, ever since the power plant and manufacturing industry made their home here things have pretty much lived up to the places oddly given name; What with most of the wildlife being possibly poisoned by the sludge that the manufacturing industry brought with its arrival... that and the other unholy stuff that the power plant ended up producing, both of which had pretty much been dumped into the local wildlife's territory! And tonight... tonight that would backfire royally as under the nightfall a creature would open Jonni's window, looking for something or rather someone; Breathing somewhat audibly in anticipation, it then moves towards his bed. (Let's settle the past misunderstanding's glossed over detail, what would YOU prefer this creature be?)
Use red text for messages and I'll delete the red text later. *Smile*

Jonni woke up gasping for breath. Sweat beaded his forehead. Next to his hospital bed was something huge and moist and breathing. He could see its bulky body rise and fall. Every now and then it emitted a strange sound halfway between a growl and a croak. It was too dark in the room to see what color it was. It was just a huge looming shadow bending over him...

Jonni screamed and woke up. Oh. Thank God! It was a dream. He must be running a fever. He never dreamed he was dreaming except when he ran a fever.

The nurse came in. "Hi! I heard you scream. Having trouble sleeping? I can give you a sedative."

Jonni was unable to answer right away. When the nurse had entered and turned on the light, Jonni had noticed the big wet footprints on the floor and at that moment his brain froze and one thought just kept running around and around through his mind: What the hell is happening to me?
(I don't think I can... I'm using a 'new' 3DS XL to do this.) Whatever it was that had been there that night seemed reptilian from what Jonni had remembered, though this would hardly be the last visit if the creature had made its way to his room the night before... and little did he know that the creature was not too far away as of now either.
{c:red} is the ML code for it {/c}

The next morning Jonni was able to get out of bed and walk around a little bit. He saw that his clothes were in a closet near the bathroom.

The day dragged on and he slept through much of it without dreaming, but then he had another creature dream and along with it came the feeling he was in danger if he stayed in the hospital.

That evening after lights out, he quietly got up from his bed and put on his street clothes.
( Okay, by the way based upon your previous post the pred is a chameleon.) The creature which had visited him the nights before was getting impatient, she thought he would have WILLINGLY given himself up without much ruckus... unfortunately her trust was misplaced; But tonight would be different... steeling her nerves the creature camouflaged herself before sneaking into the room, looking for Jonni.
Standing there in his hospital room in his street clothes, Jonni realized he wouldn't get far without an ID, but his wallet was not in his pocket. They had probably locked it up somewhere for safekeeping. He wished he had thought of it earlier. Now what was he going to do?

As he stood there tapping his chin with one finger, he became aware of a slithering sound in the hallway. He turned out the lights and jumped back into bed, pulling the covers up to hide his street clothes. He would pretend to be asleep until the nurse or the cleaning staff or whatever it was passed on by.

But whatever it was did not pass on by. It pushed open his door with slow deliberation. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to tremble. Whatever it was, he didn't have the feeling that it was here to help him.
The creature slowly made her way into the room, her breathing light... as she creeped over to his bed she felt a surge of adrenaline course through her; Her pussy getting wet from excitement as she stands over him, she then reaches down and tries to grab his feet whispering softly. "Don't worry my child... I'll get you out of medicinal smelling room soon enough, and when I do our new life will begin!" she says with glee.
At the touch of her hands on his feet, Jonni jumped up screaming and managed to break free of her strong grip. He caught a glimpse of her as he ran from the room - a big moist monster with bulging eyes and fat lips and huge hands. He didn't stop running until he reached the end of the hallway and the door there was locked preventing further progress. Oh no! He turned around to face her when she arrived. He could hear her big feet plodding on the linoleum, a wet sound. Why was she always dripping moisture?

Then there was silence. She must have stopped, but she wasn't in the hallway yet. Why did she stop? Was she unsure of which way he went? Was she waiting for him to make a move? Well, he would not budge until he had to. He waited and waited until his nerves began to crack. Damn it! Why doesn't she do something?
Let me know if you want something to be different, I wanna make this fun for you too.

The creature seemed saddened a bit by this rejection, not wanting to let anyone else get to her prize she began to give chase... camouflaging herself to blend in with her surroundings as she darts after him; Soon cornering him in the hall unbeknownst to him, she then steels her nerves before wrapping both arms around him tightly... lifting him up off the ground and thrusting his feet into her cunt all in one fluent motion.
"Yahhhh!" Jonni screamed as once again the thought arose in his mind: What the hell is happening to me?

Was he being eaten? Did the creature have a second mouth between her legs? If he wasn't mistaken, and for sure he was no expert on monster anatomy, then his feet had just been shoved into her pudendum. With a quick convulsion, she took in his calves, then his knees. All the time he kept screaming and screaming and beating his fists against her monstrous hulking body.
(Listen... the colored text will not work, I've tried it and for whatever reason it did nothing.) "Sh-shut up! Mommy's trying to enjoy this you know! If I have to force you in faster then your staying in longer mister, now be quiet." the creature growls, her voice somewhat raspy yet sweet and sultry as she forces more in with another convulsion and moan.
( OK, but you need something better than just parentheses, don't you? You might want to use parentheses in the story. Can you change font or size?)


The worst part was when his head went in. Then he knew he was going to die. His arms were still dangling out side of her, but she stuffed those in and Jonni felt himself fall into a pink space. He was still alive!

Everything was pink and wet, but it wasn't dark. There was a very soft light, as if the walls were glowing. He called them walls but they were like no walls of any room he had ever been in. The floor was also pink and spongy and moist.

"Hallo!" called a voice and Jonni jumped in surprise.

"Hallo, mate! Welcome to the Land of the Lost. Haha! My own name for it." The speaker was a small man wearing brown leather hiking shorts and a pale green T-shirt.

"Where are we?" Jonni said.
(I don't know how, keep in mind I'm using a device with limited functions compared to a computer!) The creature let out a contented sigh as she stuffed the rest of the naked man into her cunt with a wet slurp, feeling him travel up through her birthcanal and up into her womb bloating out her belly; She tries to catch her breath for a few moments before waddling off back to Jonni's room, trying to exit through the window soon after.
"I think we're moving," Jonni said. "What's your name? I'm Jonni."

The small man in the brown leather shorts said, "My name is Hans. We are not the only ones in here. As to where we are, I assume inside an animal of some kind, but not a kind I ever saw before."

"That's for sure!" Jonni said.


The creature Camella struggled with the window in Jonni's room, finally taking out half the wall with it as she made her exit. Somewhere a nurse was screaming, "My God! What is that thing? It ate a patient!"

At some point in her short life, Camella had learned to understand English. Despite her horrible appearance resulting from being a pollution mutation, she was actually quite intelligent, but unfocused. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life. And she had a strong suspicion she was being hunted by the police.
Camella darted out into the night with her big belly, dashing for all her might towards the polluted forest that she called her home, fleeing as deep inside as possible before ducking into a large ravine to begin caressing her belly.
Her belly was so big and tight. She had been stuffing all kinds of men into her biscuit and the extra weight was beginning to slow her down.


Inside that big belly Jonni and Hans were having a conversation with several of the other guests. Jonni couldn't take his eyes off a blonde girl named Margo. She was so perky.

"So, Margo," Jonni said. "Do you find it odd to be the only girl in here?"

"I wondered about that," she said. "Maybe it's my flat chest and boyish haircut."

"Oh, you think the creature thought you were a male? I wonder why it only wants males?"
Camella looked around the tree's frightfully, she knew she could not regress her children while she was being chased... if she had indeed been seen who knows if she could get away with her crime of love?
As the night wore on Camella's breathing grew steady and she felt more secure. If anyone was chasing her they must not know where she was.


Jonni and Hans were happy all the bouncing had stopped. They couldn't get hurt cushioned by the pink walls but it was upsetting. They could feel Camella relaxing. her breathing became calm and steady.

"I think she's falling asleep," Hans said.

"Can we just run out the way we came in?" Jonni asked.

Hans laughed. "No, I've tried it. The muscle that keeps the entrance closed is way too powerful for us to get through it."
Camella slowly felt a sense of calm envelop her, the chameleon settling down as she realizes that she has escaped any authority's. "Now to begin the regression... then I can have my children all to myself!" Camella softly mutters to herself, rubbing her dome like belly.
"Oh shit, what now?" Jonni said as the pink walls trembled and dripped goo.

Hans fell over when the vibrations got so extreme they knocked him off his feet. He dipped a finger into the goo and tasted it. "Sweet!"
Camella focuses intensely as she feels her body go to work, there was no way for them to escape... and if she didn't get to it soon they'd most likely run out of air, soon multiple cords snake their way down to the navels of each person; Snapping onto them, filling them with fresh air as well as some of her blood. "There, I've done it! Now to begin shrinking them down... we're almost done my babies." Camella says.
In a way Jonni wished he lost consciousness, but he didn't. "I'm shrinking..." he mumbled and felt like the witch in the Wizard of Oz who got the bucket of water thrown on her. "Hans? What is happening?"

But Hans was sitting on the floor with his thumb in his mouth.
"Haha, it's working! Soon they'll be little fertilized eggs! Then all I need to do is find a place to house myself, and in nine months or a year... I can have myself a bunch of little babies." Camella loudly exclaims, squealing in excitement; It was evident she was becoming their mother, as her belly was getting smaller.
"Good-bye, Hans!" Jonni moaned as he felt himself being squeezed down into nothingness. A few moments later Hans joined him in his fate.


When Carmella was small enough, she found a hollow tree to use for a hibernation chamber. Carefully she lined it with soft leaves and checked that it was waterproof and had good ventilation. She would be able to sleep through the months of winter there and then give birth in the spring, but first she had to eat a lot of food and store up some fat on her body so that the little ones could later be nourished.

She stretched, yawned, looked around, and said, "Now what do I want to eat?"
(If you want to go ahead and introduce another character, that way we won't both be narrating the same character.)

Camella felt absolutely blissful as she thought of what she wanted to eat, naturally if she needed to she could sneak into town and pilfer some food the humans eat; But then again the forest had an ample supply of bugs she could eat as well, making the choice somewhat difficult.
(You're having difficulty coming to grips with the idea of collaborative writing, aren't you? *Smile* Think of it as we are twins who decided to write a story together. It doesn't matter what character you are writing about because you and I are two halves of the same writer.)

She loved bugs, especially Katydids. She liked their bright green color and fresh summer taste. And she liked to make them sing before she ate them.

However, she couldn't eat nothing but greens. She also needed carbs and protein. Grubs! Great source of protein. The white squirming beetle larvae tasted like butter when she popped them in her mouth.
(Huh, never really thought of it that way... also I've never heard of collabrative writing!) Camella decided it would be best to go hunt down some food soon, after a little while of waiting she finally sets out to find these particular insects.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collaborative_writing contains more than anyone could ever want to know about it. The main thing is we are trying to create the illusion that one writer wrote the story even though 2 or more writers wrote it. It goes on all the time. Sometimes only one writer gets credit and the othjer writer is called a "ghost writer".

There was a little cottage deep in the woods in which lived a hermit named Sam. One day while he was out walking, he heard a rustling sound not far away and hid. That's how he caught his first glimpse of Carmella because it was she who was rustling around in the brush looking for bugs.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise. He never imagined such a creature could exist.
Camella never even noticed Sam, too focused on finding her meals to build up fat... which she was only really even doing for the sake of her future children; Her mind often tended to wander to how she'd look with a round, swollen, firm dome of a belly, feeling the young within kicking and squirming... which only spurred her on to keep looking through the brush unaware that she was being watched.
Sam started keeping a journal about Carmella. It was a small notebook that fit in his pocket. As he followed her around through the woods, he wrote down what she did and what she ate. He suspected that she was going to give birth soon because her belly kept getting bigger and bigger.

Saturday ... 7am ... She is up and out early and feasting on bugs. Heard a squeal of delight from her when she found a Katydid. ...
Camella celebrated every little moment she got bigger, making a mental note of every month and every little movement... while she found herself eating a lot more than she had ever eaten before she loved being pregnant; Spending late nights talking to her growing babies... rubbing her big dome and marvelling at how sexy she looked in the reflection of a nearby pond, she felt sad knowing she was to give birth soon. But part of her believed it would be worth it to feel those little reptilian mouths suckle from her lactating breasts, and not to mention indulging in the sensation of giving birth... feeling her water break... and masturbating to each contraction... but this wasn't going to be for awhile; No, she would have plenty of time to enjoy her belly... which she rubbed lovingly after eating her fill of fatty delicious bugs. "Soon... soon I will be a mommy, my nights of loneliness and isolation in these woods will be no more! Hehe, it feels so nice... being full and in company of beings that I care for. ME! The one who will be providing for souls that need me to survive, ooh... I hope they don't leave me." Camella says to herself, unaware that she was being observed... too caught up in her enjoyment; Her hand rubbing her pregnant belly... feeling for each little kick and movement, which would only serve to make her more happy.

Saturday .... 8am ... She caresses that belly like it is the most precious thing in the world and I guess maybe it is to her.

Saw a rare color change in her today. Usually she is plain browns and greens that blend into the foliage, but today she flared up into oranges and purples for a moment. I don't know what it means. Maybe nothing. Maybe it's like sneezing. It just happens.
Camella payed no mind to this sudden change in her camouflage, it was indeed like a sneeze for her.
The time came when Camella knew she was about to give birth. She drank lots of water and lay down on her bed of leaves. Occasional spasms shook her body. She waited patiently as the spasms became more frequent.
Camella took deep and slow breaths as she layed on her bed made of leafs, her hands rubbing her large gravid dome... shifting in discomfort as she felt these 'spasms' come over her; She couldn't help but whimper slightly in fear and sadness as her labor drew nearer, her emotions mixing into a whirlpool of different things. "Oooh... looks like the time is drawing near, but I don't wanna give birth! I mean staying in a nice, warm, comfy womb isn't all that bad right? I mean I've been a good mother so far, I've made sure to eat a lot of bugs... drink a lot of water... exercise... and even masturbate regularly! Hahhh... I really like this belly, if you little guys really do want to come out then I'm really gonna miss this." Camella whines, ultimately sighing in uncertainty.
All afternoon Camella tossed and turned, torn between giving birth and not giving birth. She knew she was supposed to expel the contents of her womb into the world, but it was so much pleasure in keeping them inside her. Plus, she was more than a little afraid of just what those contents of her womb might be. Would they resemble her in any way? She had her doubts. So then what? Be stuck with taking care of some little strangers who were not of her kind? Or even worse, have to kill them?

Another spasm shook her, but she clamped down on the muscle that controlled the opening to her womb. Not yet. Not yet.
[Just a little longer... just a little longer!] These were the words that kept repeating in her mind as she tried so desperately to the keep the contents of her womb contained within her, the spasms getting stronger with the passing time; She couldn't refute the fact that she found pleasure in keeping them in, even if her body was actively trying to work against her in this regard... she didn't want to go into labor despite this. She didn't want to find out if her fears were right... she didn't want her water to break yet, it had only been nine months; And she knew darn well if she could hold them in long enough that she could make it a full year, if she wanted that is!
Every now and then the hermit Sam would catch a glimpse of Camella stumbling around in the woods, her belly huge and round. The pained look in her eyes perplexed him. It was as if she was undergoing some kind of internal struggle. At those moments he considered offering her help, but he never did.

Then one day she looked so hollow-eyed and weary that he had to speak. His sudden appearance startled her, but he said, "Relax. I mean no harm. You looked as if you could use some help. Is there anything you need? Something I can do?"
"N-not... that I can think of aside from maybe a belly rub, my children are getting restless; If things keep up the way have I fear my babies might end up triggering an unwanted labor... and I'm just not ready for that yet, please help me." Camella weakly replies.
Camella reclined on a pile of leaves while Sam gently rubbed her belly. "That feels good," she said. "They want to come out and it's a struggle to keep them in."

"But why don't you just go ahead and let them be born?" Sam said. "Are you afraid of something?"
"I am... look at me, if I wasn't afraid I would have let them out awhile ago! But... that's not the truth of the matter, I like being pregnant; I just feel so sexy and desirable, plus... what if my babies don't like me and try to leave me? I don't want to be alone again... empty and alone." Camella replies.
"I'm alone all the time," Sam said, "and I kind of like it, but I know what you mean. Sometimes you don't want to be alone."

"I never want to be alone," Camella said.

"But that's unrealistic. There are times in life when you will be alone."

"I know, but I'm not alone now with my belly full of my lovely babies."

"Are there a lot of them?" asked Sam.
Camella nods in reply, trying not to pay too much mind the alien/foreign feeling of the little lives shifting about inside her to get comfy in their cramped surroundings; Choosing to focus on Sam, looking him in the eyes as they speak to one another. "There... are many, enough to make me seem like the most fertile of my species." she replies.
"I've been wondering about that," Sam said. "Exactly what is your species? Where did you come from?"
"I'm a chameleon, I came from the Amazon rain forest... I was transported to a pet shop where I was bought and taken care of by a little girl for several years; The only reason I am what you see here is because of the manufacturing company and power plant, dumping their waste into the forest." Camella replies.
"Damn corporations!" Sam said. "That's why I became a hermit, to get away from the pollution and cancer and government oppression. It's the wilderness for me!"

He ran his fingers through his long hair and beard as if they were part of the wilderness, which they probably were.
"Right... anyway that's essentially all there is to my backstory, now here I am close to being a mother with no mate to support me; I feel so scared and confused... I don't know what to do, it's a dilemma alright." Camella replies.
"I'll be your mate," Sam said. "I'll take care of you."
"Huh? Y-you will?! But... that would mean you mating outside your own kind, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for that on my behalf!" Camella exclaims, a deep blush spreading across her face from cheek to cheek; Her tone unsure, if not a little flattered.
"As far as I'm concerned," Sam said, "I'm the only one of my kind. Either that or my kind is all kinds. I think it will be good for both of us and it will be good for the babies. Don't worry about me getting into trouble. So what do you say? Shall we work as a team on this?"
"W-well... okay, I'll give it a shot." Camella replies.
"Great!" Sam said. "Now you just lie here on this bed of leaves while I build a fire and get some hot water ready. Relax and let it happen. Everything is going to be fine."
"L-let it happen? But... I like how it is, I love how they squirm in me... every little kick is nirvana for me." Camella replies, trying to protest the idea... though apparently one of the babies didn't like that and gave a particularly hard kick; Causing Camella to clutch her stomach and grit her teeth letting out a pained hiss.
"Look at it this way," Sam said. "These guys want out of the womb and they are going to get more and more violent about it. So why not let this brood out and start a new brood inside you?"
After hearing this Camella looked down towards the ground in contemplation and slight guilt, hands rubbing her belly as she starts to try and relax. "I-I guess your right, I can't keep this up forever... and I did tell myself far before their conception that I'd let things happen naturally; So for me to keep them trapped within me is a great injustice, but... if your here to help then I guess I can let things progress as they were meant to." Camella replies.
"That's good!" Sam said. "That's good. The water is hot. You relax and think birthing thoughts."

"What are birthing thoughts?" she said.

Sam scratched his head. "I don't know. Maybe kind of like I'm going to take a dump now thoughts?"
"I... don't think that's how it works, but on some level I suppose you'd be right about it being like 'answering natures call'! Anyway just... try to get things ready, I'll need them once things kick into high gear." Camella replies she then closes her eyes and relaxes, allowing her tightly clenched cervix to finally loosen up... allowing her children the chance for freedom and for her amniotic sac to finally gave way allowing her fluids to rush through her birth canal and cover the ground beneath her; Though as this happened Camella couldn't help but revel in the feeling, shuddering as she feels the pressure within her belly get lighter. "Ahhh~ there we go... that's step one, now to let things unfold as they will." she says, rubbing her belly.
"I see one!" Sam said. "Ohmigod! It's like a little jewel. It's glowing with different colors. Come on, baby, get out. You can do it."

Camella groaned as she gave a push and felt the first baby fall out.

"He's out!" Sam said. "Or she. I don't know which. I don't even know what it is. Sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. OK, I can see you don't want any conversation at the moment."

The hours were long... during dialation and contractions alike, yet during this Camella found a way to make it fun for herself; Rubbing her own clit to stimulate herself as each pleasurable and painful contraction hit, soon the first of what would be many spread her lips inching out bit by bit before finally falling out onto the ground to let out a cry as it enters the world for what was seemingly the first time. After cutting the cord Camella could feel another beginning to press against her cervix, slowly entering into her now stretched birth canal... stretching it even further causing indescribable pain; However by pleasuring herself she could dull that pain slightly... which is why she rubbed her clit with one hand and began playing with her nipples using the other, her face being somewhat between a grimace of pure pain and a look of pleasure. "H-haaa... c-check the crotch! You should see a tiny cock if it's a boy, and... a slit if it's a girl." Camella pants, huffing and puffing as she tries to take deep breaths.
"That's seven of them so far," Sam said. "Uh, isn't that enough? Are there going to be more? Why are they making those squeaking noises? Are they hungry?"

"I don't think I'm... done yet." Camella spoke in short bursts while gasping for breath. "I had a great aunt who... gave birth... to a brood of 14 once, but that's... unusual."
"P-place the whining ones on my breasts, t-they... hoo... c-can feed while I birth!" Camella pants, straining to force another out; Though... she somewhat enjoyed this... she wasn't going to admit it.
Sam carefully placed the babies on her heaving chest. They just as carefully rolled off again. But finally some of them grabbed hold and suckled.

Sam revised his view of Camella being reptilian. A retile with mammary glands? Whatever she was, she was strange. She had been going through several color changes while birthing and was now showing alternating shades of purple and green.
Camella moans as she feels the mouths of her newborn children latch onto her milk laden breasts and suckle causing her pleasure.

After a few more hours she finally felt the weight in her womb diminish to a manageable one or two babies left.
"How many is that?" she said.

"I think you set a new record," Sam said. "Fifteen!"

"There's a couple more..."

"How are they going to feed? You don't have enough breasts. I think they are all going to grow up being fighters who felt like they didn't get their fair share."

"Ugh! You're already burdening me with being responsible for their personalities?"

Sam shrugged. "I was always told those early years are important."

"Who knows... I might need to bathe in the toxic sludge those two places keep dumping if I wanna grow more breasts, anyway we're almost done here." Camella replies.
"Do they need diapers or anything?" asked Sam.

"No, if they are like me they will never poop, just emit a pungent gas for a few seconds."
Camella soon gave another grunt as she began to force another out, after a good while it drops onto the soft leaf bed; And then she does the same with the last child, making sure to enjoy it along the way... which soon ended as the last child enters the world.
Camella sighed. It was sad to have an empty womb. On the other hand, the little squeaking babies all around her were delightful. Maybe this child-raising thing would be more fun than she imagined. She watched Sam play with two of the babies. "Do you like them?" she asked.

He grinned. "They is mighty cute! Haha! Now they all need names."
"Well... the first born I think I'll call Jonni, and the next something like Hans." Camella replies.
The babies grew rapidly, as chameleons do. By the end of the summer they were all teenagers. Sam was exhausted and so was Camella, but they were both happy they no longer had to care and feed for 14 children. Now the kids would be setting out on their own and leaving home.

Jonni had decided he wanted to learn how to drive a car. He didn't know why. he had never been in a car. But for some reason the idea appealed to him.

Hans wanted to be an undertaker. Again, no one knew why.

Isabella wanted to be a ballerina and Daisy wanted to sing in Broadway musicals.
Of course deep down Camella felt somewhat sad to see her babies go, while they did seem to retain SOME human DNA which had for the longest time remained dormant in them until now giving them the looks of human with a rare disorder which could account for why they look reptilian she worried how they would be able to fit back into society.
"No use worrying about them," Sam said. "Kids got to do what they want to do. They're young. They will bounce back from rejection, but maybe they won't get rejected. Maybe their uniqueness will make them popular with the Arts and Sciences people. You never know how things will turn out."

"I just would feel awful if one of them committed suicide."

Sam made a face. "Geez! Why did you have to go there? Suicide! None of my kids are going to commit suicide."

Camella smiled. "Your kids?"

Sam chuckled. "I feel like I'm their father after raising them all summer."
"Hah! And you certainly seem to be showing it, I mean technically your kinda like a step-dad... but then again you and I have been together for only a short summer." Camella laughs, feeling somewhat more lighthearted now.
One day in the early fall Francine came to them with a shining face. "I'm in love! I want to get married and have a baby."

"Who is he?" Sam said in a gruff voice. "He better not be a bum."

"Oh, daddy, he's no bum. He's a terrific guy."

"That's because you're looking at him through love-tinted glasses. Let me get a look at him and see him as he really is."
"I also want to see this man, if my daughter is to be married and bless us with grandchildren I want to be the judge." Camella says with certainty.
Francine appeared before them with Freddy, a tall frog with pimples on his face. "Mom? Dad?" she said. "This is Freddy." She was beaming with pride.

Freddy reached out a slimy hand to shake. "Glad to meet you folks. I knew Francine would have wonderful parents."

Being a reptile, Camella was reluctant to shake hands with an amphibian, but she did.

Sam shrugged and shook hands as well. This Freddy character seemed harmless enough and Sam had the sudden intuition that they weren't really going to get married. "So... you two want to tie the knot, do you?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"You know, tie the knot, get hitched..." Sam paused at the blank look on Freddy's face. "Get married?"

"Oh, yes! We do!"

Uh oh, thought Sam, this Freddy is not coloring with a full box of crayons.
Camella was doing her best to like this man her daughter was interested in but deepdown she could not help but feel somewhat suspicious of him, how her daughter would want to procreate with a seemingly unintelligent creature. This... this is what her daughter would give her womb to bear the child of? Something about that felt surreal to her, especially since she considered Francine to still be her baby. "So... what is the love story between you two Francine? I would love to hear it." Camella asks.
"It was at the carnival," Francine said. "The girls I went with were acting silly and I kind of wondered off by myself and then bingo! I saw him. Freddy was operating the Tilt-A-Whirl ride, so I bought a ticket and let him strap me in. When he was that close to me I knew I could love him. He smelled so good!"

Sam rolled his eyes. Frog smell was not one of his favorite odors.

"So I bought another ride," Francine continued, "and another. Of course, that got his attention, so we started talking and before you know it we were telling each other our life stories."

Camella made a wry face. "That shouldn't have taken very long. Your life is a short story."

"I know, mama, but I like to tell it anyway."

Camella could feel the undercurrent of rebellion in Francine's words. It would be impossible to stop her from marrying. If she forbid the marriage, they would just sneak off somewhere and get married anyway.

"I hope you two aren't going to rush into marriage without thinking it through," she said.
"Listen sweetie... I know you feel a lot of things right now but marriage and especially motherhood is nothing to rush into blindly, these things are for life!" Camella says.
"I know that!" Francine said. "Freddy and I love each other. We want to be together forever and raise lots of children."

Camella glared at Freddy. "Well, Freddy, is that true?"

Freddy looked at his feet. "I guess so."
"Well... if you two are sure about it then I guess I can't stop you, though I'll readily admit it will be hard for me to watch my baby girl having a family of her own; It feels like yesterday that I was cradling you in my arms, and now your getting married... and starting a family of your own." Camella sighs, getting sentimental.
"Oh mom!" Francine said and hugged her mother.

Sam looked at Freddy. "Touching, ain't it?"

Freddy smiled. "I'm glad they can get along. My mother hates me."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Because I don't want to marry an amphibian. I want to marry a reptile. She says it will never work."

Sam studied the gangly young frog for a moment, then said, "To be honest with you, Freddy. I kind of feel that way myself."
(If you want me to narrate or play another of the pre-existing characters let me know.) Camella smiles in reply, happily embracing her daughter.

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