you wake up to the feeling of something slick sliding up your leg. before you can even fully process the feeling, it’s pushing past your boxers and into your tight hole. you try to struggle, but whatever substance this tentacle-like appendage is covered in is making you woozy, not to mention all sorts of needy down there. you lay back and lose your grip on the situation as it begins to slowly thrust in and out, in and out of you, slamming against your cervix every time. pathetic moans and whines escape your lips as the aphrodisiac erases any hesitation you had about being violated by this thing.
it’s only when you feel something big, like, really big, pressing up against your hole, that you snap back to reality. “wait, wait—“ you plead, but the round object makes its way up the tentacle and into your body, stretching you obscenely. it presses against your cervix until it finally breaches the tight seal, and you yelp as you feel a weight settle into your womb. you try to fight it, but you’re too weak from whatever substance is intoxicating you. egg after egg presses into your womb as you feel your insides get stretched. you put a hand on your belly and feel it slowly expand, fearing you might pop. but, when you look just a few months pregnant, it stops. you feel a hot, thick liquid be pumped out of the tentacle, before it withdraws, and leaves you alone.
you try to forget about it in the coming months, but the seed is planted. there’s no removing the life that’s inside of you. sometimes you sit there, hand on your swollen stomach, wishing you could get these little burdens out of you. but you know they’re stuck there, until they’re ready to come out on their own.
the day it finally happens, you look more than full term. you look pregnant with triplets, and with every step you take you can feel the eggs bumping against each other and rolling around inside of you. you hate the incubator you’ve been made into, carrying a life you had no part in creating. but then, finally, you feel a weight drop into your pelvis while you’re in bed one day. you rush into the bathroom as the contractions start.
it’s a bit fascinating how your body treats this just like a human pregnancy. the cramps, the back pains, it’s as if you were laboring out your own baby. but you aren’t, of course not. you feel a rush of fluid come out between your legs, and are struck with the unbearable urge to push as you squat down. you feel something huge positioned between your legs, slowly descending down your tight birth canal as you push and push. the process is slow and arduous, you can feel every inch of progress it makes in your body as it moves down toward your hole.
you wonder absently what kind of creatures you’ve been growing inside of you for the past several months, as the first egg begins to crown. you push, and push, and push as hard as you can. the circumference is slightly smaller than a newborn’s head, absolutely enough to make you cry out in agony as it reaches a full, perfectly circular crown between your legs. but, as the contraction ends and you relax, it sinks back inside of you, fully hidden within your body once again.
this process repeats a few more times, as you push and push and push with everything you have, only for all your progress to be erased as the slick egg slips back inside of you. but finally, after what feels like an eternity, the egg bursts from inside you and falls onto your bathroom floor.
you feel another weight shift down.
it’s going to be a long night.
