Melissa and Cici had figured out how to talk.

Sally groaned as Cici’s voice screamed a cry for help. Just as she’d feared, their memories were not wiped. And at the physical age of 10 years old, they were making her stomach uncomfortably massive.

Sally clutched her belly as one of them delivered a particularly painful kick, and she moaned from pain. “Will you two just stop?!” she yelled furiously.

“No!” Cici yelled back, her voice muffled but still understandable. “Not until you let us out!”

“I see you’re having trouble,” came a soft and seductive voice. Sally looked to the left and gasped.

It was the bee lady. She had wings and a stinger, and wore a dress and pair of shorts that were yellow with black stripes.

“I can help you when you force them back out,” the mystery woman said,“but you’ll need to do me a favor.”