"Look, Nia I'm kinda nervous. No offense, but your siblings seem like the ones who would tear me apart if they could, especially now," Jay confided in his new wife sitting on the ebony couch.

"Jay, come on. They're not that bad." Nia responded. "Plus, it's not like we can hide this forever." She gestured to her 8 month stomach squeezed into a tight blue skirt and tank top. Jay sighed. Her stomach growled viciously as one of the twins she was carrying kicked her. She moaned and grabbed her protruding gut. She got up and waddled slowly towards the fridge, pulling out enormous tubs of vanilla ice cream.

Her husband raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Okay... tell me when to stop," she said, talking more to her brood than to Jay. She started digging a spoon into the frozen dessert, scooping some out and sticking a lump on her tongue.

"Uuuuuuggghhh! Haven't you had enough yet? Mommy is so full!" she groaned an hour and several tubs later. Jay rubbed her midriff ineffectively, her stomach buried beneath an extensive mound of flesh and babies; she felt it burbling with fullness, pints and pints of ice cream churning around inside it as her brood prodded her innards inquisitively,
"Well I've had enough! I'm not eating any more!" she decided. This displeased her babies, and her midriff skin seethed with action as they threw a tantrum as one.
"Hey! Hey wait, no! Stop! Just... Hhhnnnnnggh!" she winced as an ill-aimed kick within her struck her bloated stomach, forcing an uncomfortable belch up her throat,
"*BWWUUUUURRRPP!*" she blasted, "Unngh! Okay, I'll carry on, just... stop kicking!"
"Nia, I really think you should stop," Jay tried to cut in.
"Just a... just a little more, okay?" she offered, as her babies' activity calmed down to a contented bubbling below her skin once more. But they blackmailed Nia into going, and going and going. Hours later and with night drawing in, Nia groaned, as did her belly skin.
"Ohhhhh God, I don't know if I'm fuller of babies or ice cream!"

"I don't think all this ice cream is good for the babies!"

Incredibly, with five large tubs of dessert lying empty in front of her on the table, Nia's belly was definitely larger than when she had started eating. The miserable 24-year old slumped onto the table, her head in her arms, as she polished off the very last of it. Yet still her children were unsatisfied. Jay tried to massage her large orb again, but to no avail.
"You can't *UUUURRRPPP!* still be hungry!" she protested, "Oohhhh I'm gonna barf!"
The ruckus inside her failed to cease however, and it took very little movement on her babies' part before Nia was so uncomfortable she was forced to continue eating,
"Uuuuurrrrgghh, okay, okay!" she groaned, reaching for the nearest foodstuff she could, "What next, chips?"
Urged on by her discontented babies, Nia ate and ate until she was too stuffed to even move,
"Uuunnnggghh," she moaned weakly as midnight approached in the cold kitchen.
"I'm so fuuuuull, I can't even move!" a replete Nia told her still-kicking babies as she sprawled on the seat, vast and immobile, "I'm... stuffed... to the gills... *URRRP-UUUUURRRRPP!*... please don't make me eat anymore,"

"Nia, please STOP!" Jay cried, yanking the 24th half empty tub out of her hands. As if they felt the father's actions, the unborn lunged forward violently. The heavily pregnant mother screamed and clutched her hyperactive womb.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! Please don't kill me!" Jay sputtered, attempting to soothe the commotion on the inside. Her stomach growled and fought until-

Pop.

The expectant couple looked past Nia's swollen chest and gut and focused on the bump in the center. Her navel had extended a few centemeters.

"Woah," was all they could say. Curious, Jay began rolling his finger arond her belly button, causing Nia to giggle uncontrollably.

"Jay, quit it!" she snickered, her tummy jiggling excessively. This convinced him to keep going.

"I can't help it, there's just so much of you to love! To think, that a girl who hated me with a burning passion would end up marrying me!"

"How do you think we got in this predicament, smart guy?"

"You're what!?" Noah screamed, causing his older twin brothers to look up from their newspapers.

"Pregnant, Noah. Great with child. Incubating a baby in my uretus," she sighed.

Noah just stood there, staring at the expecting mother. He babbled incoherently.

"ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?" One of the twins roared, causing the other to snicker.

"I'll kill you!" Noah ranted, attempting to strangle Jay. Nia stood between them, her belly providing a fragile barrier.

"How the hell did this happen?" the tanned male demanded.

"Well, when a woman and man love each other very much, the man puts his fertilizer in the mother's garden." She answered tracing circles in her stomach.

"I'm 23, Nia. I don't need a sex ed lesson. I mean WHEN did this happen?"

She sighed and looked at Jay. His eyes were on the ground.