Margaret held a white colored ball above a clear plastic cylinder, and dropped it into the water, holding her distended belly as the ball dissolved and dyed the water a bright pink color. She had been planning this reveal for months and smiled as the others clapped.
"Congratulations." Adeline said in her thick french accent.
"So what are you going to name her?" Chester asked as he held his partner's rounded out belly.
Colin and Margaret looked at eachother and smiled, saying "Lisa L. Greys."
"What doess the L stand for?" Miles asked.
"Loud. As in Lisa Loud. I liked the show, her little cousin enjoyed it, so...." Colin said.
"... That's what we settled on." Margaret said.
"I think that's a nice name for the little smarty-pants you guys made." Strawberry chirped.
"Thanks, Strawberry." Margaret said.
"How are you gonna balance the baby and your lab stuff?" the butch tomboy Lynn asked.
"Well, let's just say there will be a 'Mr. Mom' around here." Margaret chuckled sheepishly.
"Yeah, I made Lisa, and I'm gonna take on the load of caring for her." Colin said.
"How sweet." said Mary Anne as she placed a hand shyly in her blouse pocket.
"How cheesy." the grunge brat Lindsey said.
And so everyone went on their merry way.
Colin was stopped by Jack and gathered with the other guys.
"Gentlemen, it would seem we have a problem." Jack said.
The group went outside and saw that the fence around the bimbo section of the yard was creaking and bending. Bimbos humped, rubbed their bare clits together, squeezed eachother's DD boobs, and ate eachother out, pressing and bucking against the chain link barrier. Without Margaret's sedative spray, they where like rabbid animals confined in a rickety cage.
"This fence ain't gonna hold." Larry said.
Jack looked at him.
"Well of course it ain't gonna hold! We need to shoot all of them sluts before they overrun the place. The ladies are locked up in the attic where it's safe, no worries there."
The guys went to Jack's truck and collected their weapons of choice. Colin clenched his dual pistols in his shaky grip. In the attic, Margaret looked on with dread as she held her bump and felt a kick.
"Don't worry sweetheart. You're father will help deal with this." Margaret said.
Outside, the gamer himself locked and loaded as the fence finally caved.