My Sister-in-Law's Pregnant with a Giant Roundworm?!

My sister-in-law Emily Miller loved eating raw seafood. After she got pregnant, she grew thinner, but her belly swelled larger.

I suspected it wasn't a baby but a giant parasite.

That night, I saw a worm crawl out from under Emily's nightgown to breathe.

Terrified, I rushed Emily to the hospital for deworming.

Doctors removed a three-foot-long worm from her belly, and she lost her "pregnancy".

My dad and mom blamed me for robbing them of a grandson. My brother Kenneth Miller and Emily blamed me for losing their son.

They forced me to swallow the worm raw.

The worm spawned countless smaller worms, burrowing into my organs. My intestines ruptured, and I died in agony.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night I saw the worm.

I quietly shut their bedroom door tight.

My eyes snapped open. A thick white head poked out from under Emily's nightgown.

It wriggled forward, more of its pale body slithering out.

The sight made my skin crawl.

Memories of tiny worms swarming my organs, the pain of my ruptured insides, lingered in my body.

I pinched my palm hard, stifling a scream, and gently closed Kenneth and Emily's door.

Turning to leave, I froze. My mom stood in the living room, staring.

I held my breath, heart pounding, unsure if she had seen it.

"You little brat, why aren't you asleep? What are you doing out here?"

Relieved by her words, I forced a smile. "I saw Kenneth's door open. Didn't want my nephew to get cold, so I closed it."

"About time you showed some sense." My mom shot me a look and shuffled back to her room.

I crept to my small bed and collapsed, tension draining away.

Though Emily grew up inland, she craved raw seafood.

Since her pregnancy, her appetite surged. She devoured huge bowls in one sitting.

Her belly ballooned, but her body withered.

I thought something was wrong. I suspected it wasn't a baby but a giant worm and gently suggested a hospital visit.

Emily snapped. "This proves my son's getting all the nutrients! Are you jealous I'm carrying a healthy boy? Can't stand to see me happy?"

My mom pointed at my nose, calling me a jinx, and made me transfer five thousand dollars to Emily for more seafood.

That night, I saw the worm crawl out from Emily's nightgown.

I screamed, panicked, and dragged Emily to the hospital.

Doctors extracted a three-foot worm and countless smaller ones.

Emily lost her belly and her ability to have children.

Kenneth and Emily blamed me, saying my bad luck turned their son into a worm.

My dad and mom said I cost them their grandson.

They held the slimy worm and forced me to eat it.

"You killed my son, so you'll eat every last one of them."

The large worm birthed endless tiny ones, tearing through my stomach and organs.

I begged them to take me to the hospital, writhing in pain.

They ignored me, locked me in a room, and let worms crawl out of my body until I died.

I pulled my thoughts back and shut my eyes.

If they wanted a son so badly, they could all have one together.

The next morning, a massive bowl of raw seafood sat before Emily.

Petite and only five months pregnant, her belly looked bigger than eight months. It was unsettling.

She grabbed wriggling seafood with her hands, stuffing it into her mouth.

Slimy juices dribbled down her chin. I recalled last night and frowned.

Soon, the bowl was empty.

Catching my frown, Emily glared.

"What's your problem? Jealous my son's thriving? Gonna curse him with your bad luck?"

My mom overheard from the kitchen, stormed out, and slapped me. "You little wretch! How dare you curse my grandson! Kneel and apologize to him right now, or you'll regret it if anything happens to him!"

My dad and Kenneth glowered, ready to pounce if I didn't comply.

Emily rubbed her belly, chin raised, smirking as she waited for me to grovel.

I sneered inside but kept my face neutral. "Emily, you got it wrong. I'm thrilled my nephew's doing so well. You're the hero of our family." The more I spoke, the higher Emily's chin lifted. "I was clueless before. I looked it up, and raw seafood's packed with nutrients. No wonder my nephew's so healthy. All thanks to you, Emily. I just saw you enjoying it and wondered what it tastes like."

I put on a hungry look.

Emily clutched the empty bowl protectively. "No way! My son needs every bite. There's none for you."

My mom kicked me. "Starve, you greedy thing! You think you deserve my grandson's food? Get to work! No dinner for you today!"

Kenneth spat at me, scowling. "A useless girl who barely earns anything, eyeing my son's food. Better marry her off quick and use the dowry to buy my son more seafood."

He lived off my mom's savings and my help but had the nerve to complain about my income.

"What are you all talking about? I'd never steal from my nephew. A friend of mine opened a seafood shop. Knowing Emily loves it, I ordered a ton for her to enjoy. I'm heading out to pick it up now."

At my words, my dad, mom, Kenneth, and Emily's eyes lit up.

Raw seafood wasn't cheap. Kenneth didn't work, and Emily was pregnant. They lived off my dad and mom's pension and my forced support.

Every purchase stung, and Emily never got her fill.

My mom's face softened. She grabbed the broom from my hands with a smile. "That's my girl, knowing such great friends. Go on, I'll handle the chores."

I didn't argue, slipped on my coat, and left.

I scoured the city, buying heaps of discounted, near-expired seafood.

Through a connected friend, I scored even more.

By evening, I dragged a cartload of seafood home.

The moment I stepped inside, my mom started scolding. "You slowpoke! Where've you been fooling around? Emily's waiting to eat! Starve my grandson, and you're done for!"

I stepped aside, revealing the cart piled high with seafood. "It was a bit far, and there's so much, so it took a while."

My mom's eyes widened, forgetting her complaints.

I smiled faintly. "I got extra so everyone can eat."

My mom swallowed hard.

Seafood was pricey. I had seen them drool while Emily ate.

Emily, behind my mom, practically glowed with greed, itching to dig in.

She hurried me along. "Quick, make it! My son can't wait."

I set a huge bowl of seasoned seafood on the table. My dad, Kenneth, and Emily dove in.

"This stuff's amazing. No wonder my son loves it. He's got taste already. He'll be a success," Kenneth said.

My mom, unable to squeeze in, glared at me. "You lazy thing, make more! Can't you see we're waiting?"

I kept bringing out bowl after bowl.

My mom noticed I hadn't touched any and asked. "Why aren't you eating?"

Alarm bells rang in my head. I answered carefully. "It looks like a lot, but it'll run out. The good stuff's for you, Dad, Kenneth, and Emily."

My mom didn't press, muttered something about me knowing my place, and went back to wrestling with wriggling shrimp.

They ate ravenously, juices splattering. I watched coldly.

Near-expired seafood teemed with parasites.

Eat up. The more, the better.

If they wanted a son so badly, they could all have together.

Ever since I brought that haul of seafood home, every meal revolved around raw fish.

Emily's appetite ballooned from one bowl to two massive ones.

Her belly swelled larger by the day, yet her body withered to skin and bones.

She rubbed her stomach, which looked like it held two watermelons, beaming with pride. "My son's gonna be the strongest, healthiest baby. He kicked me just the other day!"

As she spoke, she tore into a still-squirming octopus, shoving it into her mouth.

I knew it wasn't a baby moving. The writhing bulges on her belly told me the parasites inside were ready to emerge.

I helped my pregnant mom settle onto the couch.

Lately, everyone in the house except me had a growing belly.

I told my dad and Kenneth it was just rich food putting on weight.

But with my mom, I feigned excitement. "Mom, are you pregnant? I'm gonna have a little brother soon! Talk about double blessings. Two boys joining the family soon."

My mom glowed with joy, and my dad puffed up with pride, proof his vigor hadn't faded.

Emily and Kenneth, though, weren't thrilled.

The family wealth was supposed to be theirs. Another boy from my mom would split their inheritance.

Tensions flared between my mom and Emily.

My mom, who once coddled Emily during her pregnancy, now simmered with resentment. They bickered constantly, often venting their frustrations on me.

I endured it all quietly.

After all, Emily's delivery was near.

Since my mom's pregnancy, every household chore fell to me.

I rushed home from work to prepare dinner.

As their bellies grew, so did their appetites.

Emily alone ate enough for five.

Her stomach stretched so tight it was nearly translucent, revealing tiny worms slithering beneath her skin, grotesque and chilling.

Sometimes, I saw her belly pulse and writhe.

The seafood I brought ran out quickly, and they hounded me to order more.

When I dragged in another batch of unprocessed fish, Emily pounced, cramming it into her mouth.

I swallowed hard and stepped back instinctively.

Suddenly, Emily clutched her stomach, her face contorted in agony. "Oh God, it hurts! I think I'm going into labor!"

I steadied her, watching her belly bulge rhythmically, as if something was about to burst out.

My dad, mom, and Kenneth rushed over at the commotion. "She's not even full-term yet. Why's she giving birth now?"

My mom snapped out of it first. "What are you standing there for? Get her to the hospital!"

Kenneth scooped Emily up and raced downstairs to the car, speeding toward the hospital.

Emily screamed in pain the whole way, her massive belly pulsing harder, almost see-through.

She reached to scratch her stomach.

My parents pinned her arms down on either side. "Every woman goes through this. For the baby's sake, Emily, hold it together. Don't hurt my grandson."

Emily, delirious with pain, didn't hear them.

Her strength surged unnaturally, breaking free to claw at her belly, leaving bloody streaks.

The translucent skin and scratches looked horrifying, like it might tear open.

My parents panicked, and my dad kicked me from the front seat. "You useless girl! Help out, or if anything happens to my grandson, you're done for!"

I twisted awkwardly, struggling to restrain Emily.

Her belly throbbed violently, the skin growing thinner, as if something was pushing against it. Scarlet cracks spread across it, eerie and terrifying.

Emily's screams grew more desperate, but my mom grinned. "Look at my grandson, so strong and healthy. He can't wait to come out. Kenneth, drive faster. Your son's ready!"

Kenneth floored it, weaving past cars and running red lights.

I watched, heart pounding, as the speedometer climbed past the limit. I tried to reason. "Safety comes first. We're already speeding."

Kenneth spat at me, his saliva hitting my face. "Shut up with your jinxing nonsense. My son's eager to arrive. If anything goes wrong, I'll skin you alive!"

My dad chimed in. "Your brother's right, you worthless girl. Tomorrow, you'll use your license to pay the fines. You don't need it anyway."

He blew through at least five red lights, enough to lose his license.

Add in illegal passing and driving against traffic, and the car's horn never stopped blaring.

I glanced at the traffic cameras snapping violations but stayed silent.

As we neared the hospital, Emily thrashed harder. Cracks multiplied on her belly, ready to burst.

The car screeched to a stop at the hospital entrance. My parents helped Emily out.

The moment she hit the ground, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

A thick white worm tore through her belly and slithered out.

My mom's scream followed. "Monster! It's a monster!"

She fainted on the spot. My dad stumbled back, terrified.

Without support, Emily collapsed.

From her torn belly, the massive white worm writhed in blood, crawling out as she vomited blood laced with countless tiny worms.

The scene was so horrific that bystanders gagged or fainted like my mom, chaos erupting around us.

Kenneth, just out of the car, saw it and crumpled to the ground, legs giving out.

After the giant parasite broke free, smaller worms burrowed into Emily's organs, slithering through her body and erupting from different spots.

Emily, barely conscious, dragged herself toward Kenneth, trailing the writhing worms in her gut, driven by survival instinct. "Save me. Please save me..."

I stepped out of the passenger seat, watching coldly.

In my past life, I was the one in her place, begging for help while they all condemned me.

Kenneth shrank back, shaking his head frantically. "Stay away! Don't come near me! Help!"

The grotesque scene drew phones filming the horror.

Medics rushed over, loading Emily and my fainted mom onto stretchers, tending to others who'd passed out.

Emily went into the ER, where they extracted a meter-long parasite and countless smaller ones, but she didn't survive.

When my mom woke and heard, she wailed, insisting the hospital turned her grandson into a worm, demanding compensation.

The doctor explained patiently that Emily was never pregnant. Parasites had infested her, draining her nutrients and blood, mimicking pregnancy with a swollen belly and irregular periods.

Undetected, the giant worm ruptured her stomach, and smaller ones spread to other organs.

When her hospital tantrum failed, my mom turned on me. "You little brat. Was it you? You said Emily's belly was off. I saw you sneaking around Kenneth's room at night. You knew something was wrong and didn't tell us!"

My heart skipped, but I shook my head, eyes wide. "Mom, I told you, I just saw their door open that night and closed it so they wouldn't catch a cold. I'm not a doctor. How could I know?"

"You dare talk back, you little wretch!" My mom slapped my face hard. "You were the one pushing for Emily to get checked at the hospital. You must've known something, or why bring it up?"

I clutched my stinging cheek, lowering my head to hide my murderous glare. "I just heard pregnant women get checkups, so I suggested it for my nephew's sake. How could I know..."

My mom snorted, glaring at me before letting it go.

She sank back onto the hospital bed, snorting again. "I bet that filthy woman was messing around, turning my grandson into a worm. Why else would only she have this? We fed her well, and she went into labor early. Must've been someone else's kid!

We paid a fortune to marry her, and she goes fooling around, turning my grandson into a worm. They owe us that dowry back!"

Kenneth nodded, his face grim. "Mom's right. I need that dowry to marry again. They don't get to keep it."

I watched them, a bitter chill rising in my heart.

The woman who bore his child just died, yet he showed no grief, already scheming for dowry money to remarry.

I wondered if Emily's eyes could close in peace.

My mom, belly bulging, stormed to Emily's family with her body, demanding the dowry back.

Emily's family wasn't one to back down.

Her brother had long spent the dowry to marry, and there was no way they'd return it.

Worse, with Emily dead in our home, they demanded we pay compensation.

My mom returned empty-handed, defeated.

Failing to reclaim the dowry, she set her sights on me.

As I walked through the door, she grabbed me.

A sick feeling twisted in my gut.

As expected, my fears came true.

"You're not getting any younger. It's time you got married. Women lose their value when they age." My mom handed me a photo.

The man looked over forty, overweight with a nearly bald head and a sleazy expression.

I frowned instantly, but my mom seemed delighted. "I went through a lot of trouble to find this one. Don't mind his age. Older men know how to treat a woman. Sure, he's been married before, but his family owns a company. They're loaded.

He's got a twenty-year-old son already, so you don't even need to have kids. Just marry him and live the good life. What a deal. If I didn't know the matchmaker, you wouldn't have this chance.

They're offering this much for the dowry."

She held up five fingers, her face flushed with excitement. I felt like I'd been plunged into ice.

Even after being reborn, could I not escape this arranged fate?

She kept rambling in my ear. "With this money, Kenneth can remarry and put a down payment on a house. After you're married, you can chip in a bit more for him..."

She went on for ages, but I stayed silent. She pinched the inside of my thigh hard. "You little brat, I'm talking to you. Don't play mute."

Pain jolted me, and I lowered my head. "Mom, I don't want to marry."

Her face darkened instantly. "You think you can just say no? Are you rebelling?"

Kenneth chimed in, his face stern. "Exactly. Since ancient times, parents and matchmakers decide. You don't get a say. Besides, if you don't marry, what about my dowry money?"

My dad sealed the deal. "That's right. It's settled. Find a time to get the license. A wedding's optional, but the dowry must come through."

I suppressed the urge to lash out, took a deep breath, and linked arms with my mom. "You guys misunderstood. Of course I'll listen to you about something as big as marriage."

Their expressions softened, and I glanced at my mom's belly, continuing. "But with Mom carrying the family's heir, I'm too worried to focus on anything else. Why not wait until my brother's born? That way, we won't clash with Kenneth's new wife, and we can manage better."

My parents considered this, but Kenneth's face soured. He opened his mouth to protest.

I cut him off. "Kenneth, Mom's carrying the only unborn heir of our family. Can you bear to let her stress while pregnant? Or do you want something to happen to him, so he won't compete for the inheritance?"

My parents' scrutinizing gazes landed on Kenneth.

He stood, red with anger. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

I shifted tactics. "Of course I know you're not like that. But with Emily just gone, rushing to remarry might look bad."

My dad made the final call. "Joey's right. We'll wait until the baby's born."

I exhaled slightly, forcing a smile. "I'll go grab the food from the kitchen."

I set two huge bowls of raw fish in front of my mom. "Mom's the family hero now. She needs to eat well."

Like Emily before her, my mom's eyes lit up. She grabbed the sauce-drenched fish with her hands and stuffed it into her mouth.

My dad and Kenneth watched, practically drooling. I brought two more bowls from the kitchen for them. "We've got plenty. I can order more if needed."

They didn't hold back, devouring everything in moments.

Like Emily, their bellies swelled while their bodies grew gaunt.

My mom touched her massive belly, a flicker of fear crossing her face, worried she'd end up like Emily.

I held her hand, soothing her. "Mom, you've been faithful to Dad. How could it be the same? Think about it. Only Emily's belly grew back then, but now Dad and Kenneth's are just as big. They're not pregnant.

It's just rich food. We've been eating well. Maybe you're carrying twins, Mom. That's why it's so big. If you have two boys, you'll be the family's greatest hero."

Her face broke into a wide smile, her worries gone. She even gave me a rare kind look.

But Kenneth didn't take it well.

Two boys meant another rival for the inheritance.

I kept supplying them with near-expired seafood.

Every meal became raw fish.

Their bellies inflated like balloons. Even my dad and Kenneth's looked like they were ten months pregnant.

But my mom's was the largest, as she ate the most, bigger than Emily's ever was.

Her skin turned translucent, pulsing rhythmically, with scarlet stretch marks crisscrossing her belly.

I glanced at Kenneth, who often stared at her belly with a dark expression, and smirked.

The time had come.

I gradually reduced the seafood I brought home.

When they questioned me, I lowered my head, speaking cautiously. "Business is rough. The fish shop's losing money and might close soon."

They cursed me out, snatching the seafood and dividing it quickly.

It wasn't much, but it sufficed.

One day, I brought back only one bowl.

I placed it in front of my mom, facing their greedy, glowing eyes, and said helplessly. "The shop closed. This is all I could get. Barely enough for one."

My mom, oblivious to their stares, puffed out her massive belly. "I'm carrying Miller's twins. The root of our line. You'd better take care of me."

I nodded with a bright smile. "Don't worry, Mom. We'll look after my brothers."

"That's more like it. These are your real brothers, here to carry on the family name." She stuffed fish into her mouth as she spoke.

Something in her words struck a nerve in Kenneth. He grabbed a fruit knife from the table and lunged at her.

The blade sank into my mom's belly. Blood poured out.

She screamed, but Kenneth, eyes wild with rage, stabbed again. "Keep giving birth! I'll kill those bastards now!"

Blood gushed faster. Parasites, long curled inside, slithered out from the wound.

Smaller worms wriggled free from her intestines, burrowing into other organs.

My mom saw her belly's state and screamed, nearly fainting, only to stay awake from the pain. Like Emily, she vomited blood laced with worms.

She crawled toward me, the closest person. "Save me. Please save me."

I stepped back, shrieking in fake fear, and bolted out the door.

Kenneth dropped the knife, laughing maniacally. "What brothers? I knew they were monsters! Dreaming of stealing my inheritance!"

My dad's face hardened with fury, showing no intent to help.

The woman who bore his children and served him for decades meant nothing to him.

But Kenneth's laughter soon stopped.

The parasites in his belly, sensing blood, thrashed wildly, ready to burst out.

He collapsed, clutching his stomach, fingers digging into his skin.

My dad, startled, moved to help but froze, then fell himself.

After running out, I slowed my pace and pulled up the home surveillance feed, watching eagerly.

Kenneth's face twisted in agony. The worms, drawn to blood, rioted inside him.

His belly pulsed, scarlet cracks spreading across translucent skin.

In his terrified gaze, a massive worm tore through his stomach.

The blood-slick parasite slithered toward my mom.

Smaller worms from his intestines invaded his organs, and he vomited worm-ridden blood.

Then came my dad. His parasites ruptured his belly, drawn to the blood.

He collapsed, blood pouring from his mouth, struggling to grab his phone for help. His hands shook, and it slid farther away.

I watched calmly as their struggles ceased. Tiny white worms crawled over their bodies. The three massive parasites, lured by blood, tangled together.

I headed to the police station.

By the time the police arrived, they were long dead.

The grotesque scene shocked even the officers.

But with the surveillance footage, they closed the case quickly.

The three massive worms, like Emily's, went to a lab for research.

I collected their bodies without delay, sent them to the crematorium, and dumped their ashes from a plastic container into a filthy ditch.

My parents' pensions, the house, and the car all became mine.

I sold the house and car, ready to start fresh somewhere new.

The day I left, the sun shone brightly, warming my skin.

My path ahead gleamed clear, my life finally in my own hands.