So I'm a terrible person I realized I never uploaded chapter 7 on here so here's a double update because I'm a terrible author. Just a warning, some pretty graphic stuff in this chapter pertaining to egg laying and birthing and body fluids.
tacomaster0928: Yeah, that pretty much explains this story.
time-twilight: You'll just have to see!
sithlord16: Thank you so much! Here's more!
"You must really like milk."
The statement draws Kira out of her daze. She had gone to the store to pick up some groceries. It seemed she couldn't ever get enough to eat and she had this awful need to constantly drink milk. So she had loaded her cart with as many gallons of milk as she could and she had been staring at the yogurt lost in thought when someone had commented on her strange pickings.
"Oh, I'm...expecting company." Kira mumbles, quickly heading out of that area and off towards the meat section.
Along with a taste for milk she had also acquired a taste for meat, any kind of meat, raw or cooked. Milk and meat seemed to be the only things that tasted good to her and seemed to ease the constant ache of hunger that plagued her. She hadn't wanted to leave the barn but she knew she needed to stock up on something for a while. She had no idea how long the eggs would need to gestate. She had put on her biggest sweater to hide the swell of her stomach. It seemed they were getting bigger and bigger every day and she wasn't sure how long she'd have before either they came out or they got too heavy to carry around. She couldn't exactly ask anyone for help, nor could she send her alien out to do the shopping. Both would raise far too many questions. So she would stock up for the time being now before things took a turn.
She felt strange. Like she should have been panicking. She was pregnant with an alien's eggs. Walking around with alien babies in her body, shopping for groceries like it was just a normal day. Eventually she'd give birth to the eggs and have eight baby aliens running around.
But she was calm.
Freakishly calm.
She grabs a few steaks and enough ground beef to fill her freezer before heading towards the checkout. It's early enough that there's not a lot of people in the store, thankfully not a lot of eyes to question her condition. It was a small town and most people knew at least who her dad was. The last thing she needed was for someone to recognize her and notice. How was she going to explain going from being not pregnant a month ago to looking like she was now five months pregnant? How would she explain the pregnancy? She couldn't exactly tell the truth. People would think she'd lost it.
Kira ignores the looks from the checker as she loads the gallons of milk and pounds of meat onto the counter. She pays before pushing her cart out to her car, loading it into the trunk. She's glad to get out of the store and out of town. She felt anxious, like an itch at the back of her brain being away from her alien now. Even just being in the house while he was in the barn made her nervous. She knows part of it is the fact she could pop the eggs out at any moment and he was her only hope for knowing what to do when that happens. But she can't deny she had felt an intense connection with him now that she was carrying his clutch. Sometimes she thinks she can sense him communicating with her, more just feelings than actual formed words.
Maybe she really was losing her mind.
Kira loads up her fridge and freezer with milk and meat, popping open a gallon before sitting down on her couch. She was tired, her feet and ankles aching already from carrying around the heavy eggs. Her back constantly hurt and she couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep very much. It had only been a week, but she couldn't wait for the eggs to finally be birthed, just to give her body a break.
Kira wakes to a cramping sensation in her lower abdomen. It had been just over a month since she'd been impregnated and she looked like she was eight months pregnant with twins now. The eggs were heavy, making moving only necessary when it was unavoidable. Like bathroom trips or trips to the kitchen. This morning, however, Kira instantly feels the need to move. There's a sheen of sweat on her skin, her lower abdomen cramping and spasming.
She pulls herself up, grabbing her phone before heading to the kitchen. She had taken up residence on the couch, unable to make it up or down the stairs anymore. She grabs the half empty milk from the fridge, drinking a couple sips before her stomach turns violently, making her puke it back up into the sink.
She's washing the puke from her hair when her phone starts to ring, startling her. It's an unknown number, making her hesitant to answer it, but she does anyway.
"Hello?"
"Kira?" A familiar voice asks.
"Dad?"
"Hey, uh, I just wanted to check on you. See how you were doing."
"I'm uh-I'm alright." She says, holding her breath as another cramp shoots through her.
"Are you sure? You don't sound well."
"I just...been feeling a bit sick this morning."
"Do you need to go to a doctor? I can come over and take you. Bring you something."
"No, no, I'll be alright."
"Are you sure? I don't like the idea of you being alone while you're sick."
She's not sure where this caring attitude was coming from all of a sudden, but she's not in the mood for potentially fake concern. "No, I think it's just a bug. I don't want to risk getting you sick too."
He's quiet for a moment. "Alright. If you're sure."
"I am." Kira takes a breath, relaxing as the cramping passes. "Maybe when I'm feeling better we can meet up for coffee or something."
"Yeah. Sure. That sounds good."
"Okay. I'll call you, I guess."
"Yeah."
Kira doesn't say goodbye, hanging up the phone. She doesn't know what prompted her father to suddenly start caring for her, nor what he had even really called about. All she knows is she doesn't want him showing up and witnessing what she knows is about to happen.
She stumbles to the door as a bigger cramp tears through her, aching up her spine and down along her legs. She feels the urge to go to the bathroom and vomit all at the same time, but her mind is driving her to get to one place.
The barn.
She pushes through the pain, taking twice as long to drag herself out to the barn, the door already open when she gets there. She slams it closed, locking it. She feels strangely territorial all of a sudden, not wanting anyone to witness what was going to happen. She hears the familiar hiss, her alien coming out of the darkness and close to her. She hisses at it in return, making it stop where it is. So many feelings and thoughts are rushing through her head, overwhelming her. But most of all, the pain throbbing deep in her pelvis is driving her mad.
She yanks her pants off, glad she had been forced into sweatpants and leggings with the size her stomach had grown to. Something wet is dripping from her, sliding down her legs and dripping onto the floor. Something inside of her shifts, fluid gushing out onto the floor. The alien lets out a roaring hiss, pain rippling through Kira, forcing her to nearly double over.
She starts to feel the need to push, kneeling down on the gooey floor. She's sweaty and panting, something large starting to slide out of her body. She feels like she's being torn open, the first egg starting to work its way out of her. She bears down on it, pushing hard with every wave of pain. More fluid gushes out of her, splattering onto the floor under her. She pushes herself up, squatting as best she can as she screams in pain, something sliding out of her canal with a force of fluid, a solid thunk sounding on the floor.
Kira loses her balance, falling back on her bottom, the pain subsiding for a moment. Sitting on the floor, covered in bloody goo was a black oblong-shaped egg. It had to be the size of an ostrich egg, if not bigger. Her alien steps closer, tilting its head as it stares down at the egg. It lets out a hiss, getting its face close to the egg. Kira doesn't get to watch it, pain rippling through her again.
She squats again, more fluid leaving her, the second egg coming out faster from her already stretched canal. Kira falls to her knees, her hand reaching out and touching the warm, gooey, blood covered egg under her. It's strange in texture, not like a bird egg. Rougher, the outer shell thicker. It's heavy in her hands, feeling more like a medicine ball than an egg as she moves it over to the first one. Sweat is dripping in her eyes now, her muscles cramping as the third, fourth and fifth eggs join the first two in the world. Each one looks identical, each one sapping more and more of her strength.
Her legs are shaking, barely able to hold her up as she pushes out the sixth egg, even her cries of pain becoming more pitiful whimpers. There's a pool under her feet on the floor, but she can't see down far enough to see what it is. Her alien nudges her gently with its head, hissing quietly at her. She grips onto his arm, holding him tightly as she pushes the seventh egg out.
Her legs do give out, sending her into a heap on the floor. Her muscles are contracting painfully, something leaking out of her continuously. Her vision is swimming, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She feels weak, sick to her stomach. There was one egg left. One last one to push out.
She rolls onto her back, pulling her legs up before pushing on her stomach, trying to guide the last egg out. She's exhausted, tired of pushing. The smell in the barn is coppery from the blood, her blood. Her back arches, pushing her up almost sitting as she forces the last egg from her body, just barely having time to wrap her hands around it before she falls back to the ground, unable to lift herself back up again.
The last egg is smaller than the others had been, its color lighter. She wraps her arms around it, holding it against her chest. Blood and fluid soaks into her shirt but she doesn't care, holding onto her last egg as her vision goes dark, her body giving out finally.