Grace groaned as she made her way back to her bedroom. She knew she needed to do something about her situation. Having a swollen belly and feeling horny all the time isn't the way for a 52 year old lady. Every time she brushed her panties she felt a shiver go up her spine, making her bite her bottom lip to hold back any loud moans. These panties must be doing something to me, she thought, as the old lady mentioned they might. She has not had sex since the car accident nor has she been doing anything like IVF. She dug through her wardrobe to find something loose to wear, eventually finding a large t-shirt and sweat shorts. The shorts had plenty of give in the waist band, and the t-shirt had enough room for her growing breasts and belly. She put on her sunglasses and hat, hoping to hide her face from public view, and made her way out of her house and down towards the old lady's house.
She knocked on the old lady's door. An old voice shouted out, "Will be there in a moment". A few seconds later a slow, steady sound of footsteps made its way to the door. The door opened slightly, enough for the old lady to see who it is. "Oh, it is you, Grace dear! Do please, come in," she said, opening the door further open.
"Thanks," said Grace, who walked in and stood in the old lady's living room.
"Now dear, how may I help you?" asked the old lady.
Grace didn't say anything, she just lifted her t-shirt, exposing her round belly and breast that were struggling against her bra, "Do you know what's happening here?"
The old lady looked at Grace's bulging belly, laughed and said, acting like it was a normal thing, "Oh that, oh yes."
Grace was confused, "Sorry, what do you mean?"
The old lady chuckled to herself, walked over and patted Grace's bulging belly, "You remember when you told me you'd do anything to get your family back?"
Grace was still confused, not really following, "Yes, I think so, why?"
"Well dear, congratulations, you are pregnant with quads,"
"QUADS?!? What the hell? How do you think I can be pregnant with quads at my age?" shouted Grace, losing her temper at the old lady.
"Well you did lose four of the members of your family in the car crash, well, there you are."
"How am I supposed to support four babies on my own?" asked Grace, almost crying.
"Well, this is where the next part comes in dear. Thomas and Catherine, the couple in their 60s down the street, are wanting children of their own. I have told Catherine to keep an eye out for you, and I think they will be more than happy to share your bundles of joy,"
Grace sat down on one of the chairs, trying to get to grips with what she has just been told. She started rubbing her belly with one hand, without knowing what she was doing. Quads, she thought, this is going to be extreme, I am going to be massive by the end, I'll need help.
The old lady looked at Grace with concern on her face, "Are you alright dear?" she asked.
"Oh, ok. Just a lot to take in all at once," Grace answer, continuing to rub her belly. "So with the way my belly is growing, I guess this wont be the normal nine months. Do you know when I'll be due?" she asked the old lady.
"Well dear, it will be in around...."
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