“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Robbie,” I said. She stopped struggling for a moment. “What’s happening to me?”, she almost-whispered with a catch in her voice.
My left arm was still wrapped tight around her, and I pulled the two of us a couple of steps over towards the fitting room mirrors. We were in the center of the reflections, so that she could watch her pregnancy progress from two different angles. “That’s what’s happening to you. You’re pregnant”, I whispered into her ear.
Robbie looked to the side in horror as Claire shrieked in pain, the last of her eggs not quite ready for delivery. Sarah and the hard-bodied bridesmaid were panting in ecstacy as their latest eggs crowned, and Lupita suddenly doubled over as her contractions began. Lupita’s water finally broke in an astonishing flood, spreading along the floor. She’d reached the size of a full-term normal pregnancy before going into labor, and apparently had much more amniotic fluid than the others. I mentally filed away the theory that, like with reptiles, first-time mothers bore smaller clutches of eggs.
Robbie gasped as she felt the mass within her shift. “Why did you do this to us?” she asked.
I shrugged. “For the same reason that you chose me on sight. I’m programmed to breed with women, and you’re all programmed to breed with me. Neither one of us has a real choice in the matter.”
The short silent pause was interrupted by a series of ascending gasps of pleasure coming from Claire. Her belly was shrinking back to a fairly normal size, and the final egg-shaped lump was now traveling down her birth canal. The side of Robbie’s mouth twisted up in a half-smile as she said, “If the whole thing were like that, I guess it wouldn’t be as bad.”
At this point, Maria let out a shriek of pain as she had a contraction. With her muscles, either her stronger muscles made for harder contractions or her lungs were in better condition for screaming. As a tradeoff though, it did seem that she spent barely any time in labor before the next egg entered her birth canal.
Timidly, in barely more than a whisper, Robbie said “You know, we didn’t finish…”
I didn’t need any more than that. I laid back down and she straddled me, her vagina easily accepting me inside her. Her pussy had loosened up, suggesting that an egg was already pressing against her cervix from the inside. Robbie winced as the contractions started, and moments later let out a gasp as her water broke. My cock was still inside her, and her amniotic fluid was spurting out around it with each thrust. At this point, pulling out wouldn’t make a difference; I’d just end up pulling the plug and draining it all out at once. So, I kept going as the contractions mounted. “It still hurts”, Robbie gasped, “but the sex is good.”
“Try to focus on the sex, Robbie. I’m trying something here,” I panted. I’d placed both my hands on the underside of her belly, trying to jostle the eggs so that one would get lined up for delivery right away.
The next contraction started to tense up her belly, but halfway through I heard her gasp with pleasure as something touched the tip of my penis. I thrust back experimentally, and as I pushed the egg back a little, the genetic programming told her that she was experiencing massive pleasure. I thrusted back and forth for a minute or two, sliding the egg back and forth across her dilated cervix, until her contractions started to get intense enough to bend my cock. I started to pull back a little, and suddenly the egg slid through Robbie’s vagina and pushed my dick all the way out.
Robbie, still in a cowgirl position, leaned forward into me, which left the egg to drop free from her pussy and land on my leg. She rolled off of me to lie on her back, gasping and utterly spent from her orgasm.
Back at the bench, Claire had just finished giving birth to the last of her eggs. She was standing over Robbie and I, glowering as the British girl labored next to me. “Want to explain what this is all about, asshole?”, she demanded as Robbie rolled onto her back, her vagina beginning to dilate again for her next egg.
“Sorry Claire. I’d say it’s just how I was built, but you wouldn’t understand.”
Claire looked like she wanted to kick me, but couldn’t. I noticed that a veritable assembly line had formed while I fucked Robbie. A single-file line of women were entering the fitting room, and the three women laboring in the wedding party were producing a steady stream of eggs. Sarah, the bride, and her hard-bodied bridesmaid were both nearly empty now. Lupita, unlike the rest, seemed to alternate between strained composure during labor and ecstasy during delivery. She’d already laid several eggs, and was now about the size that the other women had been when they went into labor. “What the hell just happened here?”, Claire shouted over the sound of a dozen or so women having orgasms as they pressed the eggs into their vaginas.
“Well, to put it short, you just helped along human evolution. You’re welcome,” I said.
“I’m fucked, is what I am. Literally and figuratively. I’m definitely going to lose my job,” she fumed.
“I doubt it, actually. All that’s likely to happen is a wave of babies 9 months from now, and several of them will look amazingly like you.”
Claire winced as she slipped her discarded pair of panties back on, which was presently covered in at least two different womens’ amniotic fluids. “How’s that?”
“Well, these women taking the eggs are actually getting pregnant with our children. Your own body will actually return to normal in a day or so, and you’ll completely forget about this. The women who take your eggs will all undergo normal pregnancies and give birth to our children. Evolution is happening this very minute, and our genes are spreading like wildfire. If you ask me, you got the better deal,” I opined.
Sarah, just about to deliver her last egg, inquired, “These women are going to have my babies, and I won’t?”
“Unless you take one of your eggs and put it back inside of you afterwards, yes. You’ll all forget this happened, but they’ll be the ones who have children from it.”
“I refuse to believe that those eggs are babies,” Claire asserted.
“They are. Since women will insert them no matter what stage they’re at in their cycle, the embryo has to be able to last for up to a month. As soon as the host ovulates, the shell dissolves so that the embryo can implant in the host mother’s womb. I assure you, what’s in those eggs really are our children.”
Sarah’s final egg slid out of her vulva, and she caught it in her own two hands. She looked at it for a moment, then her face contorted into a mask of rage. “Fuck that!” she screamed, then threw it at me.
She missed me, more as a matter of her bad aim than my dodging skill. The egg whistled past my face, and my eyes tracked it as it hurtled by. Thankfully, one of the women behind me reacted quickly enough to catch it in both hands. The catcher was a cute young woman in a low-cut bright red tank top, whose face went from excitement at the catch to an incredulous stare of hatred at Sarah. She cradled her prize in her arms, turned, and walked away to impregnate herself with it.