Anastasia, her belly swollen with life, retreats to her room for some much-needed private time. She begins to caress her massive, pendulous breasts, their sensitivity amplified by her pregnancy. Her fingers trail down, finding her damp slit, and she starts to rub, her moans filling the room. Unbeknownst to her, her lover has returned early, and as he enters the room, he finds her in the throes of passion, her contractions beginning to ripple through her body.