Luz hummed softly as she danced in the kitchen of her home, her hips sashaying back and forth in time with the music, her full-term quadruplet sized pregnant belly and H-Cup breasts, swaying in tandem with the her movements.

Amity was curled up inside Luz's womb, shifting around and trying to keep herself upright while Luz was dancing, with the umbilical cord pulsing with life and blood circulation.

She braced herself inside Luz's womb as it rocked with the Latina's rhythmic movements, keeping herself from being tossed around like a ragdoll, or a marble in a balloon, before pressing her hands and face firmly against the inside of Luz's uterine walls, creating clear and well detailed imprints of her hands and face on the outside surface of Luz's belly.

"Luz!" Amity called, her voice muffled from inside the pregnant belly. "Careful out there! You're tossing me around like a Grudgby Ball!"