She Was In Full Denial.

She was in full denial.

Although she had felt the insemination, every moment of it, on the alien craft, she was in denial. The eggs, afterall, were small and soft and so when she awoke in a cold sweat, she didn't feel different. As she walked downstairs to eat breakfast, she had no way of knowing, the alien eggs were attaching to her uterus and growing.

She went to her classes, unaware that the eggs were not only implanting but growing. She went about her day without a single care, besides the odd twinge of pain that was easy to ignore, as the eggs grew.

She pulled on her dress to go out and only briefly ran her hands along the slight swell beneath her navel. There's nothing to worry about. She sucked in, and while it didn't disappear, it wasn't obvious.

She danced, they grew. She met a man. He bought her a drink. The eggs *ached* to be fertilized. She smiled and glowed, running a hand along his thigh. Her breasts felt fuller

In the bathroom now, he is pulling up her dress and down her panties. He enters her against the sink as she gasps. He is nothing special, but it feels so good, like ectasy, every thrust a mission. In minutes he climaxes, soaking the eggs, which each suck up multiple sperm.

She goes back to dancing, unaware.

The next morning, she wakes up to a pounding headache and an aching gut. She stumbles from bed to go for the advil but stops in front of the mirror. Her belly is hanging off of her like she's at least 6 months pregnant. Her mouth drops open. How is this possible? Is she dreaming?

She touches it slowly and it feels real. What on Earth . . . ? She lifts her heavy stomach and drops it. She has to laugh, as this is too insane.

She doesn't know what to do except put on a hoodie to hide her stomach and go to work. She might have been in shock, but it felt so unreal.

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She just got on the bus and went to work. She ignored the feeling of foreign objects clacking and shifting inside her. She would have to alter how she stood at the deli counter as the eggs in her changed shape.

On break, people give her odd looks as she hunches over the table, sweating, rubbing her stomach. She feels like something is wrong, but she will just go to the doctor after work. It's been eight hours since she was fucked.

Her belly was now halfway exposed and there was no hiding it as she walked, slowly, from station to station.

"Are you okay, miss?" An older woman asked. She smiled and handed her the sliced ham and said she was just tired. The older woman looked at her belly with concern but said nothing.

The store closed, and she began to clean her section.

That was when the eggs began to hatch inside her.

She has never felt anything so intenae or weirdly violent. She gasps in the dimly lit store, doubling over the mop bucket as the first of many eggs crack inside her womb, the alien spawn slowly emerging. It was so painful she was struck mute for a moment.

Dropping the mop, she starts to walk as quickly as she can, her gait wide, to the front of the store. She feels something hard but sharp press into her birth canal. Another egg hatches inside her, CRACK, and she screams.

"Something is wrong!"

Her coworker was shocked as he found her, still swelling, her stomach moving unnaturally. The normal, gentle fetal movements were replaced with thumps and thrashes. She is collapsed to her knees and then her back.

"Help!!" She cried, her throat tight, her belly growing as more and more aliens emerge.

"I'll call 911!" Her coworker offered, but he just needed to get away from her. She rolled onto her side, her stomach churning, tossing, pressing, sharp egg shell mixing with inhuman limbs. Still growing.

"Come back and help me!" She screamed as her coworker ran out of the building. "Get them out of me!!" Slowly, getting to her knees, she started to crawl. "They're killing me!!"

Her belly hung low, swinging underneath her, as she tried to reach the phone. It slowly pressed out, the movements jerking in all directions. Before she could reach the counter, her stomach touched the ground, her bellybutton grazing it.

She reached for the phone, a moment away, stretching pressed the creatures down towards her hips, before a sharp contraction, her belly oressing out further, pushing her back down.

She rolled onto her back and felt pinned. This was it. She screamed as her body worked to try to expel the aliens, who continued to grow and hatch. In her last moments, deliriously, she tried to count how many bodies she felt inside her. She lost count.

She was the first. But not the last.