Oh right I should put this here too.
More silliness with ever-growing Yasty and her ever-growing collection of novelty clothing!
One of the many options attempted by the poor bun to get her kids to vacate her womb involved jetting over to a particular backwater satelite known for it's absurdly spicy noodles. Like, take Earth scovilles and then laugh at their puny attempts to catalog real spice. Now, Calerians are no strangers to spice as it is, and fried Mek food ended up being a real crowd pleaser with them, so a spicy noodle bowl sounded just perfect to the poor dear. Some minor misunderstandings later found her attempting a galacticly-known food challenge known as the Mom Bomb Special, noodles so spicy they could melt certain aliens in a bowl roughly the size of a small child.
She won. So mighty was her need for this to both work and also satisfy the hunger generated by nine growing babies that she pushed on through fire and structural integrity risks and, with seconds to spare, painfully finished that last bite, stretching every part of her middle out to it's last possible millimeter.
They had a shirt in her unique size, somehow, no doubt for some other type of less humanoid looking species, and the disappointed champion flew back home to drop into a food coma for the next few days as soon as she was able to move again.
Well, actually the first thing she did when she got home was nervously print up some accompanying underpants to complete the ensemble, both to satisfy her own silly need for goofy booty objects and also to indicate that holy crap could she just have these kids already? She's ready! Just come out!
It was still a few weeks until the swing got involved...