out the window of her motel room, the sun rises over the grass-covered sand dunes. She wakes slowly, stretched out on the dried cum-covered sheets. She touches herself all over; her skin feels silky smooth; however, the sheets between her legs are sticky and wet. "Shit, did I pee the bed?" she says out loud, her head hurting from the noise of her own voice.

  ‘Must have been one hell of a party,’ she whispers in her own head. ’must find aspirin or die’ She slowly crawls out of bed; getting to her feet, she feels her bdder is overfull. She goes to walk normally to the bathroom and fumbles around. the room spinning slightly. She gives up and holds the wall. When a wave of dizziness passes, she slides her hand along the wall, walking ? of the way around the room before she finds the door to the bathroom.

  She stands before the toilet and attempts to remove her panties; they are stuck to her skin with dried-on lubricant from the night before. “What on earth happened?” She is hit by the memory of what happened st night.

  She rubs her belly. “Oh, oh no.” She says quietly, “I think it id eggs in me?." She reaches down and feels her slightly swollen belly. She is instantly hit with a wave of panic. Slowly she reaches down further and feels inside herself, touching the thick, squishy shell of a tentacle beast egg.

  ‘This is just insane.’ She thinks, 'I don't know anything about caring for aliens, she thinks incoherently. She touches the egg again, confirming the reality: “Yep, that is an egg,” she says to the person in the mirror.

  She starts hyperventiting as she looks at herself in the mirror. “What do I do? Do I call the cops? Do I rush to a hospital?” She peels the sticky panties off and throws them into the corner of the bathroom. After that, she decides to sit on the toilet and pee. She opens her phone to call someone she hasn't decided who yet, 'An exorcist?' Do you call the pope for that?’ She thinks, ‘Wait, that is for being possessed. I need someone for alien impregnation.’ She finishes her insane ramble no closer to a solution.

  The hotel-supplied wristwatch buzzes. "Come to medical at your convenience," she reads out loud. "Not like I have a choice; it's this or end up calling the Ghostbusters. Where the hell is medical?"

  She gets up and finds new clothes to wear. She tries to put a bra on, but her nipples are swollen and sensitive. ‘You have got to be kidding me. I haven't even been... pregnant... for 8 hours, and my breasts are swollen, she groans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." She tries to calm herself. There isn't much she can do at the moment but make it to medical.

  She skips the bra and puts a tank top on, then a T-shirt over that. She looks at how bloated her belly is. “Screw it; sweatpants it is.” She attempts to slip them on; her bance is off. She starts to fall. She catches herself and shuffles to put her butt against the wall, trying not to fall over as she pulls them up. She heads to and opens the door to her motel room; she notices that she waddles when she walks. “So dignified,” she groans.

  She waddles into the reception room, her hands on her hips. ‘I am already acting pregnant,’ she thinks. The receptionist is young and male; he looks like he is an overachiever. She feels judged in all the wrong ways as she approaches the counter.

  “Welcome to the ranch, miss. How can I help you today?” he says with a fake smile. She waddles to the register.

  “I need to go to medical,” she says and shows him her watch. He checks something on the gaming computer. Every touch on the fshy keyboard is offensive to him. ‘This is demeaning. I worked at a world-css hotel,’ he thinks to himself.

  “Oh yes, they are expecting you,” he says and points at the elevator that sits in the lobby between two tall pstic trees. He cringes to himself, ‘Fake pstic trees are horrible and tacky.’

  “Floor B1, ma'am,” he says and waves her away like a fly.

  As the elevator descends, she finds herself rubbing her belly. "Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? Why didn't I tell it to stop? I begged for this," she thinks to herself. The doors open on what looks like a modern hospital emergency room. Tacky furniture and seating for 20. The room is empty, and it doesn't look like anyone has sat in the seats ever. She looks around before walking up to the rge sheet of bulletproof gss at the back of the room. A piece of paper taped to the gss says, “Keep your ectopsm to yourself. Thank you, ~Nurse Happy.”

  Behind the gss is a middle-aged woman wearing a bright pink smock. "Welcome to medical; how can I help you?"

  “The watch said I should report here? The receptionist said I have an appointment.” She says her feet are uncomfortable on the hard floor.

  Nurse Happy punches in some details on her computer and stops and reads something, looks at her, then reads some more. "Oh, it appears you had intercourse with a tentacle beast; that expins the waddle. She smiles warmly. "The doctor is in room 3."

  She hides her face behind her hands and waddles towards the door the nurse helpfully points her to. It's white with a rge number 3 that goes from a foot from the floor to a foot from the ceiling. ‘Thanks, nurse Happy… How could I miss it? It's a massive number three. I am... pregnant, not blind, she thinks. The doctor is sitting at a desk reading something that looks suspiciously like comics when she comes in. He quickly closes the screen. "Well, hello, Miss. I see you got yourself pregnant. Hop up on the table, and let's give birth." The manlike creature stands up.

  She notices He is transparent—not completely, but just enough to see through him. His clothes also keep changing shape slowly as if they can't decide what to be. She then notices he has 3 fingers and no thumb. She remembers the blue man from the bar the night before.

  “You were at the bar st night!” She says then his words fully sink in. “What do you mean, give birth?" she says exasperatedly. He walks over and picks her up and sets her on the exam table like she weighed no more than a toy doll. "You're at the ranch. It's a government program to keep the peace, and you have gotten yourself pregnant, and now you need to work with me to get the eggs out," he smiles warmly. his slightly transparent face kind of cute, and her hormones are going crazy. "Uh, sure, doctor," he looks at her.

  "I am doctor Alsdkjfowiutanglnblzxjoiugoirtlhlkgsldjblvjncxnxbnxcnlfdgjort." She blinks at him as he sighs, “Let me say it slower, doctor Als-dee-kee-foh-wee-oo-tang-lin-bul-zeks-joe-ee-oo-g”

  “Als-dee-pee-for-woo, how did the rest of that go?” She holds her belly, rubbing it distractedly.

  “Just call me doctor,” he says. He pulls her sweats down, and his blue hands, lukewarm, not cold or hot to the touch, gently push her back against the pstic sheet on the blue medical exam table. She looks around the room as he starts examining her. Everything in the room looks to be from the 60s, all mint green and ice blue. With the exception of a rge computer screen.

  "No tearing." He says and goes into one of the hanging lockers on the wall and pulls out a thick, warm, and white towel. He tells her, “Lift your butt,” and slides a towel under her

  He puts a hand on her belly, pressing down lightly. "Ok, push," he encourages.

  She is bewildered. “Push how?” she asks

  He looks up at her from between her legs. “You know, like you're trying to push eggs out of your vagina.”

  She frowns at him. “Yeah, thanks, doctor, but what muscles?”

  He stops and thinks and moves to speak, then stops, then finally says, “You know, sort of like you have to poop but higher?”

  She attempts it, and the first few times, it is a complete failure, resulting in her almost pooping on the table, and the other time she peed a little. She finally gets it figured out and is surprised to feel the eggs start to move and that it feels good. The doctor smiles. "Good. It won't be too arduous for you."

  She squeezes the medical frame and pushes firmly. an egg pops out with surprising speed.

  The doctor holds it up to show her the soft bck egg; he sets it in a heated egg holder. “Ok, a few more times. Can you do that for me?” he says. They go through this process for all the eggs. Soon she feels very empty. She rubs her belly, feeling a sense of loss.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asks.

  She shakes her head, then asks, "Is there going to be any side effects? She is still holding her now-empty belly.

  “You might have some tenderness for a week, but functionally, in a few hours everything will be back to normal” he responds.

  I want to go home now," she says. He reaches over and helps her get up.

  "I think you should consider staying. You made a tentacle beast y 5 healthy offspring. I will put in a word with the man in charge to see if we can't get you a contract.

  “Yeah, I got to go,” she says and pulls her sweatpants back on. She walks, belly now empty, to her hotel room.