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“Hello? This thing working? Hi, my name’s Lisa Downing. I’m twenty years old, and it’s June of twenty-fourteen.”

A girl with medium length brown hair sits in a chair in front of a webcam. Her brown eyes are rather difficult to pick up for the camera.

“I just got back from California, and this thing has been storming about. One of ‘em got my sister.” She holds a glass jar up containing a small worm with fuzz on its back.

“Apparently, it’s supposed to enter your belly button, then come out looking like a cheetah cub or something.” She brings it closer to herself. Her shirt is rather small and tight-fighting, exposing her midriff, up to an inch above her navel.

“Some women reported euphoria giving birth to these things, apparently. So I’m going to try it out for myself. Plus, I get a pet that I gave birth to, in the end.”

She opens the jar, the worm immediately jumping onto her exposed stomach.

“Ooh… that tickles…”

The worm takes no time as it crawls toward its target, Lisa’s navel.

“So… how is it supposed to-” She falls silent as the worm immediately begins to crawl into her.

“R-right, that’s how…”

She immediately slumps forward as it appears the worm has entered her navel completely.

“Woo…” she breathes. “On second thought, maybe delivery won’t be so easy…”

She sits up straight, the squirming in her stomach visible on her webcam.

“If I’m correct, I’m streaming on at least three different websites. But I can’t view any comments, even if I could, I’m too far away to read them. Why am I set up like this? Well, it was the only way I could get the lighting and everything to be good… whoa… I’m already growing…”

Lisa’s hands rush down to her belly, feeling it slowly pry her hands apart with its expansion.

“My skin’s starting to feel kinda tight, actually…” She reaches over and grabs a bottle of lotion. “My shirt’s already riding up…”

Lisa pours lotion into her palm, gently rubbing her growing swell.

“I can’t believe I’m already saying this, but… I’m pregnant.” She stares down in awe at her growing form, mimicking a woman eight months gone.

She suddenly starts giggling, “The baby’s kicking!”

She begins to rub her swell in gentle circles, “Hey, my belly button popped out! H-how do I give birth to this thing?!” She asks in a panic.

“W-well… at least it’s stopped growing…” She stares down at herself. Her form mimics a typical woman who is due to give birth.