You wake to find the bed empty. You go to the kitchen and find your wife sitting on the ground in front of the fridge, stuffing herself with food.
"Honey, are you okay?" you ask tentatively.
"Fine. Just hungry, " she says between mouthfuls of food.
Her tentacles are in constant motion, reaching into the fridge and grabbing more food. Otherwise she seems unchanged. Well, except for her large abdomen which is bulging obscenely. Saying your wife had a pot belly would be generous - it looks like she swallowed the pot along with the stove and all your food! Your wife burps loudly.
"Need more food," she whines.
"I don't know, dear. Maybe we should take you to see a doctor. This doesn't seem normal...."
"More food....NOW!" she yells at you, her tentacles waving erratically.
"Okay, okay. Just relax. I'll get you something," you say as you open the cabinet.
She slams it shut with one of the tentacles.
"Not that stuff. I need good food. Real food. Get me some fresh fish at the market!" she says.
"But honey..."
She opens the kitchen door with a tentacle and glares at you angrily.
"That wasn't a request," she says menacingly.
She sees the concern in your face and softens a little.
"Sorry, dear, but I am just so hungry it is making me act a little crazy. But you don't know what it is like - the constant craving is almost maddening. I woke up like this, the tentacles practically feeding me while I was still unconscious. And the only way to feel better was to eat. Pleases, just get me some more food. Then I promise I will go with you to the doctor, " she says.
You agree to help your wife and head to the market. You aren't sure how much food she needs, so you decide to buy practically all the fish available, nearly wiping out your modest checking account. It looks like you and your wife will be eating fish for the rest of the month. That is, unless she eats all of it in a single afternoon. You shudder at the thought.
The happy grocer helps you load your goods into your car.
"You having some kind of party?" he asks.
"No, just feeding my..... pet," you say.
"What kind of pet ya got? A whale?" he asks with a chuckle.
"Something like that," you say nervously, as you hurriedly finish loading your car.
You rush back home, lugging in some of the fish with you. You are startled to find your wife still on the kitchen floor, groaning in pain.
"Honey, are you okay?"
"It...it hurts..." she moans.
You hold her hand as she winces in pain. She grunts and breathes deeply. Suddenly, you see a small white oval slowly push its way out of the center of her tentacles. You are shocked to see that your wife has laid a large egg, roughly the size of an ostrich egg. Your wife relaxes just for a moment before she starts to groan again.
"God, there are so many, " she moans.
Her tentacles gently push the egg aside, rolling it towards a large pile of eggs in the corner of the kitchen. You walk over to the pile and pick one egg up to examine it. It is heavy and warm as well as a little wet and sticky from the residual vaginal fluids. You can feel something moving around inside, something alive.
Before you can examine it further a tentacle slaps you - hard.
"Put that down! Now!" says your wife angrily.
"But what are we going to do about these things?" you ask.
Your wife winces and closes her eyes again, huffing and puffing as another egg is released. She opens her eyes and glares at you, sweat dripping from her brow.
"Just leave them alone! And get out!" she says, as one tentacle opens the kitchen door.
You leave and nervously wait in the living room while your wife continues to lay eggs, trying to decide what to do.