e next day, I wake up. For a moment, I do not remember where I am. Then I remember, looking at my massive belly. Getting out of bed, I waddle over to the shelf. Luckily, they keep this place heated, so that it's not cold for me, since I am going around naked. I pulled out the swelling cream and apply another dose. To be perfectly honest, I don't really need it. I just like the feeling of rubbing my massive swollen stomach.
Today is the day that I take an ultra-scan. So I waddle out of my room and head to the laboratory. It was actually quite close, but being that my belly forces me to waddle it took me fifteen minutes to complete a five minute walk. I love my "pregnancy". Waddling in, the robots inside direct me to lie on the table. I do so, with a little effort, finding it hard to turn over with my massive belly. I finally manage, with my belly sticking up quite visible, like a little mountain. The robots then proceed to rub a green viscous like gel onto my stomach. This, they told me, was to protect the eggs, and me, from any stray radiation that might fly through. Then they turned in the machine, and on the wall, a black and white picture of the inside of my womb appeared. Hundreds and hundreds of little orbs are shown crammed in there. Each is the size of a large marble, and are positioned quite close to each other to conserve space. The camera pans around, and all I can see is these little round orbs, the eggs obviously, tightly packed inside my womb. Down at the very bottom, I can just barely see a small hole, obviously my cunt. I thank the robots and leave.
I am still getting used to the weight and balance of this new body. When I sit, my belly literally rests on top of my legs. To be perfectly honest, I like it. The challenges it makes of regular, everyday tasks is amazing. Even trying to shower is harder. It is practically impossible to scrub my legs with my belly in the way. And don't get me started on drying myself. And even when I need to piss. My womb now presses against my bladder, reminding me even more that I need to go. I wonder though, will I think of these creatures as my children?
Waddling back to my room, I switch on my computer and look up pregnant women, searching up 9 months with triplets. I soon realized that I miscalculated, for the women with triplets did not compare to my massive belly. Looking at the massive, larger protrusion, which juts from my body, I, on a hunch, look up a woman 9 months pregnant with quintuplets. Using a robots high tech holographic projector, I create a 3D picture. Getting to my feet, using the table as a handhold, I waddle over and stand within it, noting the differences. My belly is still larger. “Computer, search photo ‘Woman 9 months pregnant sextuplets’”, I call to the computer, before ordering the robot to project it.
My belly was exactly that size, albeit a lot rounder and a lot more firm and full, and a little, tiny bit more droopy. I giggle and rubbed my belly, lovingly caressing the taut skin and the eggs within. I had attained a pregnancy, which many women are not able to achieve. Waddling over to my bed, I lie down and begin to rub my belly. I enjoy doing this, as it let’s me feel the fullness of my egg-filled belly. Oh, I forgot to mention. Since yesterday, the milk, which was in my breasts, has changed, now becoming a slightly thicker, green liquid. The robots tell me that this is what the aliens need to survive in the first 30 days, and that the milk, the real milk, does nothing. It is quite interesting, seeing it dripping from my breasts. It's weird, but I love my new life as an egg breeder.