You, swollen and ponderous as you are- you hold something sacred to them, and for that alone, they will stay.
You push, feeling yourself spread wider and wider around the egg.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
Your heels dig into the ground, your arms looped around the necks of your new packmates, and their warm tongues sooth you as you moan and strain and cry, delivering at last.
Your womb swells, filling up and up and up- the midwife in the village will not see you, turns away when you pass her by in the street at the market- but you know you are as big as a woman with two and three yet unborn.
Description: You eat both, and hunger still as your belly rounds and rounds and will not stay flat beneath your hand.