KINKTOBER: DAY 3 (Patreon)

Day 3: Alien abduction

WORD COUNT: 5k words

SUMMARY: The next morning after a one-night stand in the stall of a bathroom, Iris wakes up with a weird feeling. Maybe an upset tummy. Things suddenly take a weird turn.

TAGS: aliens, alien abduction, brief mentions of f/f sex, fpreg, rapid pregnancy, surprise pregnancy, eggpreg, egg birth, birth kink, nsfw, +18 content.

Two words: fucking amazing. Otherworldly, one could say.

Iris was not unfamiliar with one-night stands. In fact, she had the eye to pick them out and pick them well. She had some weird sixth sense that allowed her to always sleep with people who could make her cum. 

And last night wasn't the exception. She could not remember the girl's name, but Iris was sure it was something foreign, probably from a country way too cold and with way too few yearly hours of sunlight. It was a deep, guttural sound that scratched her throat when she tried to pronounce it under the influence of alcohol and the dense smoke clouds of the club. Something that sounded like Vikja.

What she did could remember perfectly was the gritty orgasm that the girl gave her in the dirty bathroom stall. Out of this world, that was it. 

Vijka or Vicky, whatever it was, caught Iris' eye as soon as she put a foot inside the club. She looked like every high school fantasy Iris had of having a gothic girlfriend. Black hair framing sunken cheeks and dark circles, pale skin almost glowing under the neon lights. Statuesque, almost. Long legs and long arms, looking like some kind of supermodel that would have been a hit twenty years ago.

It started with Iris buying her a drink. Three songs later, Iris and the girl were scrambling their way to the bathroom stall, raving hands and head hot as they tried to undo each other's pants against the wall.

Iris had the impression that the girl had never touched another woman in her life. That was the first thing that came to her mind when they got to it, the sudden feeling that she was up for a disappointment, that maybe her so foolproof instinct had failed. The way her hands roamed over her body, slow and almost deferential, touching and feeling like Iris was an exotic being.

It felt like a disappointment until it did not. When the girl took out the small, phallic-shaped little shiny thing, Iris was more than willing to let Vijka fuck her with whatever. It was a…vibrator? Dildo? Iris was not familiar with the casual sex etiquette about using toys, but once again, she had seen weirder things at weirder places.

Not like the toy did all of the work, because by the time the girl slid the small thing between her legs, Iris was already so wet. Then, the vibration. That shit felt like no other vibrator Iris had ever tried; she wasn't even sure how they had even managed to get such a vibration, such a hypnotic pattern. It took her less than a minute to melt Iris' brain as the thing pressed against her swollen clit, her stomach twisting in a rush of pleasure.

The other girl leaned in, hot breath hitting Iris' ear, slender fingers wrapping around her thigh, digging in. She couldn't even remember what word she said to make Iris spread her legs open. Then, the vibrator slid inside of her.

Her whole body was vibrating from the inside. Literally. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Iris could literally feel her stomach vibrating, as if something were shaking her from the inside at the center of her body, a simmering ball of fire that turned her brain and her legs into jelly. Iris had never used such… advanced toys?

It felt like the thing was attuned to her body, in the same frequency, reading her like an open book. Iris swore that it was responding to her every hitch of her breath, to every waver of her body, each jerk of her hips pushing forward.

When Iris came, body convulsing under Vikja's body, it felt so warm. Literally: inside of her, it felt as if the vibrator expanded a wave of heat inside her body, her cervix, her womb.

The next morning, of course, was not worth any orgasms Iris could have had in a shitty bathroom stall. 

Her mouth felt weird. She could still taste Vikja's lipstick on her lips. Her stomach felt weird. Nothing that an aspirin and an antacid couldn't fix.

Iris let out a groan as she stretched. Her muscles tensed, the mattress creaking beneath her as she yawned, rolling over on her back.

God, she was getting old. She couldn't handle her alcohol like she used to. The ache settled deep in her lower back, the weird feeling stagnated on her stomach, threatening to come up her throat. As in response, her stomach grumbled. A spasm at the center of her stomach, muscles cramping as she breathed. 

“Mhm…” Iris moved one of her hands to rest on top of her eyes, and the other roamed over her stomach. "God..."

Her stomach cramped again. A wave of heat washed over her. Iris pressed the back of her hand harder against her eyes, head sinking against her pillow. Maybe she could sleep it off, maybe if she remained still and with her eyes closed, the nausea crawling up her throat would go away.

God, it was hot in here. She forced her body to relax, sinking against the mattress, trying to loosen up beneath the warm weight of the blankets. It should be warm, not hot.

The muscles of her middle tightened again. Iris let out a quiet whine, bed creaking under her weight as she blindly reached to her bedside table, fingers searching for the drawer handle. She opened it and blindly started looking for the small antacid packet.

She didn't find it. Iris stretched again, wincing at the still tightness of her abdomen, letting out a small groan before her eyes snapped open. This time, the pain shooting through her head as her eyes got into direct contact with the sunlight managed to momentarily distract her from her other issues. Iris moved to straighten herself up. Her hand flew to her stomach when the nausea hit. 

Her thumb pressed down at the top of her stomach. Huh. The flesh was soft beneath her palm. 

Not that Iris was used to washboard abs, but. She rubbed the swell of her stomach. The swell of her stomach?

Fucking shit. Iris' eyes snapped open as her body jolted when she sat up in bed, suddenly too awake. Something was not right. 

Iris lifted her shirt, staring down at her distended stomach. She pressed her open palm down, sinking against the softness of the fat that wasn't there the night before. 

The muscles of her stomach contracted. Iris sucked in a breath when she felt the pressure. Suddenly, it felt as if her insides were turning into knots, something pushing from the inside at the base of her stomach, then moving up her abdomen.

Her middle clenched, a sharp pain spreading over her stomach. Not normal, not like a colic or just a cramp, a product of her shitty food choices yesterday. This was something else. Iris squirmed, letting her shirt fall back in place as she scrambled to get up. She barely managed to do one movement before another wave of pressure rolled through her, stopping her dead in her tracks. 

A dull pain settled deep down in her middle as she felt the unmistakable feeling of her middle… expanding.

Fucking shit.

Iris swallowed, face twisting into a frown as she stared down, seeing in real time the fabric of her sleep shirt —loose and ratty— start to stretch against her stomach, tightening around her middle as it grew, the fat growing into a hard, distended muscle beneath her own eyes. Suddenly, the flat stomach she had woken up with had disappeared, now, all she could see was a rounded, distended belly. 

Her back and her hips hurt under the sudden burst of pressure, barely having time to adjust to the shift in the weight they were supporting, adjusting to the sudden —too fast, too quick— change in her body. 

And Iris' belly kept growing.

“Shit…” groaned, sliding one leg over the edge of the bed. “What the hell?”

It was hard to move with all the additional weight now crashing down her middle. A sharp wave of pain rolled through her pelvis when she sat at the edge of the mattress, something heavy resting now against her thighs. Iris looked down, eyes opening wide as she stared at the huge, gravid dome protruding from where her flat stomach should be.

Holy shit. Her body went from normal-looking to fucking huge in the span of less than a few minutes. What a way to start the day.

Iris moved to stand up, her body protesting at the movement. She couldn't look away from the now pronounced curve of her stomach. She couldn't see her feet anymore. She couldn't see her feet or anything beneath her, only her breasts hanging on her swollen stomach. One of her hands moved to lift up her shirt. The view left her as confused as anything else that had been happening this morning: she stared for a moment at the furious skin, distended over the tense muscle, covered in stretch marks, so tight everywhere.

Something shifted inside of her. Iris let out a moan when she felt the movement inside of her —she wasn't sure if the sound that escaped her throat was one of discomfort or one of pure panic at the feeling— and suddenly, Iris was hyper aware of whatever was going on inside her stomach. She could feel something moving inside, shifting, pushing against the skin from within, the skin of her stomach straining and shifting under her own eyes.

And whatever it was that was moving inside of her, it was more than one.

“Fuck.” She sighed, pulling her shirt back down. As much as she could without the fabric riding up again. “Fuck.”

Well, she had to do something. 

Iris took one step. Stopped. She felt a burning sensation starting to spread through the middle of her stomach. Inside of her, something moved. Down. Iris felt the familiar feeling of pressure. 

Pressure forming between her legs, moving slowly down. Something trying to come out.

She took another step. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but she was sure she didn't want to cause a mess in her bedroom. And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt a stream of liquid bursting from her, trickling down her legs.

Then, white. 

Just white. As if someone had just taken a picture with flash right in front of her eyes, a momentary lapse where her ears throbbed and she couldn't see anything.

She wasn't quite sure what had just happened when she finally could see again. All she could feel was the sudden coldness pressing against the skin of the back of her legs. Something wet pressed against her inner thigh. Something wet and cold. 

Iris blinked. Once, twice. It took her a good second to finally be able to focus her eyes, and when she did, it took her another second to realize what she was seeing. 

None of it made sense at first. Neither the discomfort between her legs, nor the bright, shiny metal ceiling over her head, nor the buzzing sound that was creeping up her eardrum. It took her another second to realize that, when she tried, she couldn't move. 

Iris' body jerked. She tried to lift her head, but only managed to get it up a few centimeters before her body gave up. It felt as if there was something heavy and dense covering her whole body, trapping her in place. She tried to move her fingers, wiggling them in the air, but nothing happened. Her body was filled with static.

There was something wet and sticky coming out of her, she could identify that. Something wet and sticky was coming out of her pussy and sliding down her inner thigh. And there it was, between her legs, the pressure. 

The pressure in her ears turned into something that sounded like the muffled buzz of a chorus of voices. Iris swallowed, blinking again. She couldn't understand what they were saying, the sounds didn't sound like any kind of language she had heard of. Neither could she understand why her body felt the way it did until she remembered— her stomach.

Well, her stomach now. 

She became aware of the tightness again. Of the tension where her stomach had expanded and grown and turned massive. And she didn't need to look down —not like she could— to feel that the mound of her stomach was still there, pressing down on her. Fucking huge.

Something obscured her vision, a vaguely human shape hovering above her head. Her brain sent an alert to the rest of her body, making her shiver. There was something that appeared almost human.

Iris swallowed. Her body trembled as she tried to move again, to shake, to kick the air, to run, but it failed. 

Over her, a familiar face hovered. It took her another second to recognize who it looked like. 

Vikja. Victoria. Whatever the fuck the last night girl's name was. Whoever —whatever was hovering over her— was almost a carbon copy of her. Almost, because there was something not clicking. Something was wrong with this thing's face.

The skin was off, a grayish tone with a weird texture that resembled leather. Eyes were a bit too big, too wide, limbs too long to be natural.  

It felt like a fever dream. It had to be that, right? Some sort of hangover-induced sleep paralysis that had taken a terribly weird turn. 

It didn't feel like a dream when a cold, leathery hand moved to press against her cheek, skin brushing against her skin before it moved down. Then, she felt the foreign hand pressing against the tense surface of her stomach. 

A shiver ran through her body when she felt the fingers pressing against her skin, moving lower over her belly button, pressing against her underbelly. 

Examination. That was the word at the tip of her tongue. 

Something moved at the corner of her vision. Another creature came to hover over her. Fucking trippy shit. Now, there was not one but two Vikja's looking creatures standing over her. 

A mechanical pierced her ears. Beneath her, something shook. Before Iris realized, her body was moving. Tilting. The surface she was on was tilting forward. Iris' eyes went wide as the world started to shift in front of her eyes, dizziness taking over her at the sudden movement.

Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. Too much white, too much steel. The air smelled artificial. This place reminded her of a hospital room. Bright lights buzzing over her head and the quiet underlying hum of something —machinery, that was the word that first came to her mind— trapped between sterile walls and empty hallways. Her neck complained when she made the effort to tilt her head to the side, muscles tensing as she forced them to respond. 

To her side, one of the figures was standing way too close for her comfort. Iris tilted her head, eyes moving up. She found herself staring at her own wrists, trapped under what looked like some kind of very advanced handcuffs welded to the table, keeping her glued to the cold surface. She had a feeling her ankles had run into the same fate.

Iris looked down. It was all still there: the huge gravid mound her stomach had become, the tense skin protuberating with something from inside. Lower, she could barely see her legs being forced apart by her ankles tied up to the table.

Iris blinked once, twice, looking back up the front. The world was slowly turning fuzzy in front of her own eyes, and Iris could feel how her body was slowly softening, easing the resistance her muscles were holding earlier, as if her body stopped fighting against the restraint keeping her still and immobilized and just gave up.

Well, if this was it, then what else could she do but relax? Her eyes flicked back down to her stomach when one of the figures —one of the three Vikja's— moved closer, fingers tracing the curve of her stomach, then moving down, pressing right at the base. Her body trembled, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the skin of her stomach hot; she was sure that if she could extend her hands to touch herself, the skin would be warm and tight beneath her palm.

Oh, the pressure. The pressure was back. Right between her legs. 

Iris took a deep breath, eyes going wide as she felt it. The familiar movement inside of her womb came back, a strong flutter in her stomach. Something was moving inside of her, moving down, a mass — a huge mass moving down towards her birth canal. 

Iris breathed. Incubator. That was the word that appeared in the front of her mind as her body twitched at the foreign feeling of something moving inside of her. Something inside her had decided her womb was good enough of a temporary home until it was ready and safe to come out. Her own body serving as a vessel for growth. For reproduction. And it felt like whatever was inside of her was more than ready to come out.

If this was a dream, then it had to be one of the freakiest ones Iris ever had. 

The mass moved lower. Iris let out a moan when she felt the sudden tightness in her stomach. It wasn’t like before, like the weird pressure of her muscles and her stomach expanding. It was more like the fire spreading through the muscle, her stomach turning rock hard.

One of the creatures in front of her leaned in closer, curious eyes looming over her. At first, Iris felt the instinct to hide away, a vain attempt of her trapped body to hide, squirming in place. She wanted to run, to cover her stomach, her exposed tits, to try and regain any kind of decency, but of course her hands were still tied.

It didn't take her long to realize that they weren't really paying attention to her.

Iris could feel the heat of the three alien bodies, tall and looming, as they hunched over her to take a closer look at her stomach. None of them was paying attention to her, to the pathetic attempts of her body to escape her arrest. Their focus was on the way whatever was inside of her shifted and moved under the tight skin of her gravid stomach. On how whatever was inside her was ready to come out.

The alien that had their cold hand pressed against the base of Iris' stomach moved their cold fingers down. Lower. Dangerously lower. Iris' body jerked when she felt the slender fingers spreading her wet folds open, and without previous warning, slid inside of her. She parted her mouth open to say something, to complain, but the only sound that came out was a surprised moan.

The intrusion of the creature's fingers reminded her of the very familiar sensation of Vikja’s toy last night. 

She felt herself getting wet when a second finger slid inside of her. Her hips jerked. That felt good. Too good. Iris didn't want it to feel good. She let out a quiet howl when her body reacted anyway, hips bucking forward against the alien's fingers. More contact. She needed more than just the two fingers still inside of her.

“Please,” Iris breathed, “More.”

The words were a sticky mess in Iris' mind, her thoughts had become a jumbled thing in the suddenly warm haze her brain had turned into.

She wanted more. More of what? She couldn’t exactly tell if she wanted more of the feeling of the creature’s fingers moving inside of her —checking, almost— or of the sudden pressure she felt in her birth canal, of the sudden fullness of her body.

Her stomach contracted. At the sudden pain, Iris felt adrenaline running down her spine, jolting her awake. It only took a moment for the pressure in her birth canal to turn from that pleasurable stretch into a painful feeling. Iris suddenly was too aware of the tightness of her stomach, hanging low and gravid and tight in front of her. And shit, the pressure.

Her hips jerked when the creature added another finger. 

Iris gasped, not because of the intrusion of another finger that slid with ease past her swollen, slick folds. But because of the sudden awareness that something was slowly descending inside of her. And whatever it was, it was big.

The mass moving down sent a sharp twinge of pain through her pelvic bones as it forced itself down her birth canal. She was pushing.

Iris whimpered, body trembling as she squirmed, trying to escape the feeling of her own body forcing the mass down her birth canal, of her pussy tightening around the fingers still inside of her. 

That seemed to get the creature's attention. The two of them that weren’t touching her yet came even closer, inspecting her face —red, hot, frowning as she pushed— and the way her stomach contracted, the muscles tensing, their offspring bulging from the inside, stretching the skin of her belly. One of them moved one hand to wrap their fingers on her knees. 

Iris barely realized when her knees tried to snap closed together at the feeling of the huge mass moving lower in her birth canal, at the increase of the pressure. God, this thing was huge. She could feel it. Iris winced, hips jerking in the air again in a vain attempt to free herself.

Another finger slid inside of her. Iris' thighs tensed, then relaxed as she let out another moan. Shit, that was a pathetic part she was playing right now. She couldn’t keep herself from giving up, from trying to lower her hips down, trying to get more. Just a bit more of friction.

Her body remembered last night. A tingling sensation spreading across the base of her skull, the familiar heat pooling at the base of her swollen stomach, her cunt clenching, slick and wet.

God, she was fucking horny. And she suddenly needed to push.

Iris let out a proper groan when another wave of pain took over her. Her gravid stomach was burning, warming her up from the inside with each contraction that took over her. Another contraction. Her body twitched, hips jerking as she pushed. Iris whimpered at the involuntary movement of her body, almost as if some natural instinct was telling her what to do, to push.

Her body pushed. The muscles of her arms twitched when Iris' fingers grasped at nothing. She could feel the pressure mounting deep in her pelvis, the mass moving lower and lower with each one of her involuntary pushes, descending lower towards her sensitive pussy.

One of the creatures moved from her side to in front of her. She stared as one of they lowered itself between her legs, staring between her legs. She couldn’t help but try again and jerk her legs close together to avoid the prying eyes of the creature, failing again.  

The word incubator resurfaced, again, at the top of her mind. The sudden shame of having more than one pair of eyes taking in every inch of her body in such a state, horny and desperate and so vulnerable as something tried to come out of her made Iris' skin crawl.

But of course they were going to look. They had to make sure whatever was in charge of their most valuable cargo was doing well. That was probably the reason the touches had been so clinical, professional. Did they even know what any of that meant?

Her stomach contracted. Something shifted inside of her. Not the mass in her birth canal, but another one moved inside her womb. Shit, how many did she have inside of her? It didn’t feel like just one. She could tell by the way she still felt tight, she still felt huge and filled to the brim.

Her body tensed when she pushed again. The mass moved lower, stretching her wide open. 

A loud moan escaped her mouth when she felt something wet bursting out of her, a warm liquid gushing out of her pussy, slick and sticky. She felt it sticking to her inner thighs, dripping from her crotch to the table and the floor as the mass moved lower. Shit, she could feel it right there, right behind her swollen pussy lips. Her cunt was red and puffy, soaked with the wetness of her own fluids and the weird liquid that was coming out of her.

One of the creatures slid a finger inside of her, and Iris saw the exact moment when their face lit up. Somehow, Iris recognized the weird grimace of satisfaction or joy when the tip of their finger felt the base of the first egg coming out of her in her birth canal. The alien turned their head around, looking at their mates. Then, motioned them to come.

Iris panted. She wanted to close her eyes, to escape the inspecting eyes of the creatures taking in her wet pussy, her dilated hole, the way their egg was slowly moving down and bulging her pussy from the inside, barely peeking out.  

The fingers slid off her when the muscles of her stomach tightened again, her body squirming at the feeling. A wave of heat took over her, and Iris panted as her body automatically pushed, hands twitching, thighs trembling at the effort.

She pushed again. This time, her eyes snapped open when she felt her pussy spreading open as the mass slipped out of her. Iris felt the stretch, the way it filled her pussy as it slowly moved out. The mass slid right back inside of her when the contraction passed.

“Shit,” Iris moaned, eyes looking around her. “It’s coming, help me get it out!”

She tried to move her hands again. She wanted to reach between her legs and feel her swollen pussy lips closing around the tip of the egg, to slide her fingers between her slick, spread her sensitive folds to try and help the damned thing inside of her to come out. It didn’t work, of course, her wrists were still pinned to the damn table. It would maybe even help if she could at least rub her belly, brush a hand over the tense skin, looking for any kind of relief. 

She wasn’t sure what was worse, the way the mass had threatened to spread her earlier, barely giving her a taste of the burning feeling of her hole stretching around it, or now. Now, when the damn thing actually crowned when she pushed.

Iris whimpered at the feeling, body shrieking, legs trembling as another contraction took over her. Her body tensed, bracing against the sudden burning sensation that spread through her crotch when she felt her hole stretching around the widest part of the egg. Iris' stomach contracted again.

She felt something inside her womb shift. The second mass was already moving down, forcing itself down her birth canal. She pushed. The crowning egg pushed out slightly, coming out of her a few centimeters. The other egg, the one that had started to make its way inside her birth canal, also moved down when she pushed.

Shit. She wanted to push this out now.

It wasn’t helping that the other beings in the confined space of whatever this room was were crouched between her legs, staring at her crowning cunt, almost in awe. Iris moaned when she felt a cold hand cupping the base of the egg, then she felt one of the fingers pressing against her sensitive folds, pressing down to gently move them around the girth of the egg. 

Iris' thighs trembled when another contraction took over her. She felt one of the leathery hands gripping at her inner thigh, gently forcing her legs open, as wide as the restrictions allowed her body to. She was pushing again.

The egg popped out of her with a burst of liquid. Iris barely realized what she had just pushed out when one of the creatures took the slimy, covered in a green viscous fluid ball and held it up for everyone else to see. She stared at the weirdly proud grin on their faces. An egg. That was what she just pushed out. And it was huge. If she could have looked down, she would have seen her inner thighs and her pussy covered in the green fluid, sticking to her swollen cunt and dripping down her legs. 

She didn’t have much time to process what happened, to think what or when or how, not only because the egg disappeared from her view even before she could even realize it was in fact an egg, but because suddenly, another contraction took over her. 

She felt the exact moment when the next egg slid into her birth canal, and oh, the pressure came back crashing down on her. This one was way smaller than the first one, but the feeling of the pressure building up between her legs was still there and was still as terrible as usual.

The contractions were coming faster now. Stronger. She could feel them almost stacking one after the other now, not offering her the small period of grace between contractions that the first egg had. Now the cramps and the pain and the fire spreading through her middle were almost like one giant constant thing.

And her body was forcing the egg out. Iris focused, jaw tensing as her body bore down and pushed. Iris moaned at the sudden urge. The first egg moved lower, and a second egg slid into her birth canal. Shit. Her body twitched, stomach tensing, trying to escape the feeling of having the two eggs rubbing against each other, the sudden overwhelming pressure of the heavy masses filling her up, beginning to descend.

God, she couldn’t stop pushing. They were coming so fast.

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Again, she tried to move. Tried to do anything to escape the sudden discomfort, the pain between her legs.

Iris let out a shriek when her body pushed again, eyes going wide when she felt the last egg in her birth canal moving down, fast. Too fast. Her eyes went wide when she felt both eggs rubbing against each other in her birth canal, trying to move forward at the same time. Her thighs trembled at the feeling, hips bucking against the air as Iris desperately tried to escape the pressure. God, it was worse than with the first one.

She needed to push so badly, to get at least one of the eggs to move forward. Her hips jerked when she pushed again. Iris' eyes went wide, a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt how the last egg moved forward, now side by side with the other egg. Both eggs moved down at the same time. Iris panted, hands grasping the air as she threw her head back against the metal surface.

“Ughbn….! Fuck, they’re coming!” she whimpered, “Both…ugn…they’re….shit, at the same time!”

The creatures looked at her, then at each other. Then back between her legs.

“Aughn..!” she moaned. Her body pushed. “Oh, god, they’re coming!”

Both eggs descended at the same time towards her already stretched hole, stomach tensing as another contraction took over her. Iris barely had the time to breathe when another wave of pressure washed over her, the eggs sliding down even more. They were starting to stretch her pussy out at the same time, both side by side.

Iris whimpered, legs trembling as she felt how wide both eggs were spreading her open, at the pressure mounting on her birth canal as they started to come out. Her pussy stretched around the width of both of them when her body pushed again, forcing both eggs to crown at the same time.

Oh, the stretch. The eggs were stretching her so wide, spreading her wrecked pussy open to the amazed eyes of the creatures.

One of the creatures slid between her legs again. Iris let out another moan at the feeling of the fingers pressing and touching all over her swollen, sensitive cunt. Her body pushed. The eggs slid out a bit, just enough to make her feel the fire burning sensation between her legs get worse. A stream of gooey, slimy liquid gushed out of her.

“Get them out!” Iris whimpered, hips jerking, gravid stomach tensing in front of her. "Just...uighn...out!"

She could see nothing but the stretched skin of her stomach when she looked down, but she didn’t need to be able to see past the gravid mound of her stomach to feel herself stretching around the eggs, her poor pussy dripping with the weird liquid as her body worked on pushing them out.

Another contraction. Iris closed her eyes, pulled her chin to her chest, hands fisting above her, and pushed. The eggs popped out of her with another gush of liquid, leaving Iris stretched pussy gaping at the sudden emptiness.

Her head was spinning when the aliens took the eggs away. She could still feel the liquid dripping out of her stretched hole, falling to her inner thighs. The sticky thing was warm against her skin, she could feel the droplet moving lower, circling around her ankles before dripping to the floor.

Then, white.

When she opened her eyes, heart hammering in her chest, body very awake and alert, Iris found herself staring at the ceiling of her own bedroom. There was a pounding headache forming at the back of her head, probably from the alcohol and the night before.

Her body was sweaty under the blankets. And she was horny. God, what a weird dream.

That didn’t change the fact that she could feel her own pussy pulsating already. Iris rolled over in bed, one hand sliding under the blankets and under her panties to slide between her slick folds. Too wet. She slid her hand back up. Iris blinked, staring at her fingers. They were covered in a slimy, weird-looking green thing.