You run as fast as you can. A nurse comes after you with a needle, but you push her aside and escape the clinic. Your stomach seems to be growing by the minute and you find it hard to keep running in your condition. You make it to a bridge, though, a bridge over a stream. You run across the bridge as best you can in your condition--more like a fast walk--and make it to the other side. As you run across the bridge you read a sign saying "Leaving Pleasure Island." As soon as you reach the other side of the bridge and are no longer on the island, your stomach feels a little different. It is still bulging and you feel the occasional kick from inside it but it is not growing any more.
You couldn't have been running for more than a few minutes--you realize the cigar hasn't even gone out yet. You take a puff of it but there is no effect. It seems the magic only works on the island.
You realize you are pregnant. What are you going to do?