Naomi waddled back onto the bus, her feet feeling like they were going to give out any second. Her mind was once again flooded with trying to come up with a reason for her body being like this. She figured that she'd have to tell her father the truth, as it wasn't like she was going to be actually giving birth, she was just going to be 9 months pregnant with illusionary triplets for 9 months.
She sat down and allowed her tiny hands to rest softly on top of her massive belly, feeling three sets of kicking feet as she did. She also hoped that the bus would stop quickly, as the weight was giving her bladder a certain sense of urgency...
The bus finally stopped and she was able to waddle out, barely making it through the doors with both her belly and luggage as she exited. This was followed by the walk home, which was growing unbearable. She had to go to the bathroom NOW, and her legs just couldn't continue to support the weight as she tried to jog back to her house. Spying a bench, she had to take a rest for a moment and then get back on her feet.
Her large stomach now forced her to lean back, and, unable to hold it in any longer, she wet herself. Her cheeks turned bright red as she realized what was happening, but couldn't stop it. She'd have to change immediately and start a schedule for going to the bathroom.
Getting back to her wobbly legs, she began her slower trek back home, only to learn that the house was empty upon her arrival. There was but a small note left stuck to the fridge: "Naomi, away on business, take care. Love, Dad."