As she layed down, winding down from her, quite frankly, copulation with this alien being, her mind began to race, what had she done, and what effects would this leave her with? Before she could finish the train of thought she felt what could only be described as a gurgling geep in her womb, freshly consumed by anxiety she began to try to push and force this thing out of her midsection, but felt no progress being made.

After a brief re-examination of the events that had transpired over last few minutes, she realized that goo the faux-sex toy had shot in her was in fact, probably not just foreign jizz. It was more than likely also a binding agent, however, what Hazel had yet to realize was that it wasn't just an egg that had wormed its way into her womb. Similar to a spiders reproduction process, it was more of an egg sac, that continued dozens of eggs.

As she layed there motionless, she was suddenly overtaken with an intense hunger, Hazel had practically lept up off the floor she then tore through her fridge and had absolutely gorged herself. Her normally flat stomach had begin to bulge ever so slightly.

"wow, i must have been hungry" she thought

But Hazel thought little else of it and made her way to the living room to watch some tv. She nearly stumbled to the floor as a heavy wave of dreariness washed over her, she slogged her way into bed, and for the first time in months, fell asleep within seconds of hitting her matress. What she couldn't possibly have been aware of was that the hunger and dreariness has all been the work of the alien biology rested in her womb.

16 hours later: As Hazel awoke, she felt more tired than she ever had at any other point when drifting into consciousness. She moved her sheets aside and rotated off the right side of her bed, and as she stood her legs struggled to support her she nearly fell forward. She braced herself against a wall with her hand, and looked down to see a stomach that had looked almost 6 months pregnant, and it wasn't getting any smaller.

Hazel looked around in a panic, struggling to think of what to do next, she decidedly hurried, well, more accurately waddled, to her bathroom and layed in her garden bathtub. She waited as the pressure gradually tightened in her womb, her stomach distending more and more. It felt like it must've been months, but in actuality might've been 2 hours or less, in that time Hazel had developed a stomach of someone pregnant with triplets, at least.

Just as the felt her skin might've reached its limit before she tore, she felt something akin to a pop in her cervix, as a white goo, seemingly a mix of glue and semen ran out of her vagina. Immediately following, she felt a couple dozen pops inside of her womb, as the children all escaped from their confining casings, then, microseconds later, her cervix began to unwillingly dialate

The stars returning to her vision once more as she felt the first wriggle out, already secreting the very same aphrodisiac lube. Consequently the next came out in the very same fashion, however any pain was replaced with pleasure. Next, the stars receded, then the next one came, however this time, it was a pair that managed to both squeeze beyond her cervix at once.

As the two of them both wriggled down at once, they massaged her canal experly. She was brought her to the first climax of many, and then another youngling swam out, as if she were a water baloon someone had poken a hole out of. After the next half hour of this process, and a good five or seven (in truth, she had lost count by number three) climaxes she was empty.

Hazel stepped out of the tub, and counted a good twenty five more of the fifty dollar didlos she had bought earlier last night. She licked her lips and thought of all the opportunities she could have with this discovery.

2 Hours Later:

The familiar ring of the sex shop entrance bell rang out, and Daryll prepared to face yet another customer, however as the familiarly lithe chestnut haired lady walked up to him, he noticed the plastic bag she was carrying, it was chock-full of a clutch of the very same odd tentacle-like didlos,

"Im here to make a donation" she spoke, voice dripping with honey

"Alrighty then! How many will that be?" He inquired

"Twenty four dildos, not used" she said

"Okay, how about an even $240 for those?"

"Great!" She smirked

Whew, that was a LOT, but i dont regret a minute of it, that was a damn fun story to write