Not wanting to risk heading back to the tunnels, you take only a brief moment to look around before spotting a small opening on the opposite side of the lake. As much as you’d prefer to not spend any more time near the water than necessary, you unfortunately don’t have many other options at this point.
You dart off, hoping that nothing comes out of the water as you attempt to pass by. Sure enough, you make it to the other side uninterrupted. You know that should probably thrill you, but considering what just happened… you take off your shirt and look down at your mutated belly. Was that really the only creature of its kind out here? Even if it was, it still did something horrible to your body, and you need to find a doctor or something fast.
Despite your urgency, though, you find yourself unable to run very much anymore and take to walking down the detour, arm clenched around your engorged stomach. Something feels wrong. Something beyond just the fact that your stomach was turned into latex. You feel sick, like you have food poisoning or something. Is it getting worse? You panic quietly, thinking about all the possible things that could potentially happen to you. What if your internal organs are being affected by this stuff? What if your stomach just turned into air like a pool toy or something? Are you going to die?
You struggle to move forwards, pushing shrubbery out of the way with increasing difficulty as you make your way to the end of the path. Unfortunately, it appears there’s nothing here except a dead-end clearing surrounded by another lake. Dammit! You’ve hit a dead end! You fall to your knees in despair, you can’t believe it, where the hell are you supposed to go now?
You don’t have the time to ponder that question for very long. You shouldn’t have just dropped to your knees like that, it turns out, because you’re starting to feel nauseous. You groan in pain as you clutch your stomach once more. Is it just you or is it even bigger now? Just as you begin to worry about the possibility of exploding, though, nature begins to take its course as you suddenly find yourself choking. You fall to your hands and knees and retch, desperately trying to puke, before a solid mass of slime reaches the back of your tongue and is spat onto the ground.
You tremble from shock. These… are eggs. Tadpole eggs. You weren’t just gassed, you were impregnated. You almost scream before you’re overtaken by a second wave of eggs, this time not as clumped up as the first batch, but boy oh boy are they plentiful in number. They keep pouring out, and pouring out, your belly only barely getting any smaller with each wave. Tears pour from your eyes are you try desperately to catch your breath for longer than a second between heaves, How many of these fucking things are there?!