Eat more
You want to ask more questions, but an insistent, growling rumble from your stomach persuades you to keep eating. You hardly notice when the male walks out of the pantry...
You never stop eating for the rest of the day. And you never need to use a bathroom; apparently, the necklace's magic ensures that everything you consume is channelled towards the very important purpose of helping your cubs grow up healthy and strong in your—aargh! Not again!
As the hours pass, your belly swells, like some demented time-lapse photography. You're always aware of the growing mass—no, make that "growing masses"—you carry… all six of them. You can actually recognise distinct patterns in their motions as they kick within you! You can't wait to take off the damned necklace; even if the gosh-how-wonderful-cubs-are stuff is just magically-intensified maternal instinct, you're afraid that the constant bombardment of 'alien' thoughts might end up brainwashing you to want to be a sphinx brood mare for the rest of your life. Well... there are worse fates; you'd be cared for, and fed, and—
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 19 November 2010