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Getting to his quarters, lindon licked the door behind himself and grabbed hold of a chair. The eggs stopped shifting so violently about and they calmed, causing his belly to regain its round shape; though a bit red due to the powerful activity. His stomach stopped growing, though he looked overdue with triplets. A with like groan left him as he sat down, his jumpsuit was stretched around it but he had a feeling that soon the fibers would start to tear if he got bigger.

Reaching for a button, he pushed it and it called the ship's doctor. It took them a few minutes to get there but no matter what he did he couldn't figure out why London was so big. The eggs held their own magic, shielding them from the scans.