Progenitor 2

by Ken Haramiru

Copyright 2012 Ken Haramiru

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Chapter 1: Renting a Room at the Hotel California

Katie's screams of pleasure were still echoing in my ears as I walked away from the harbor that night. But the day had taken its toll - my eyes felt dry, and my feet felt leaden as I walked down the road, doggedly putting one foot in front of the other. The trash bag slung over my shoulder had begun to feel heavy, the twelve eggs within jostling against each other gently. I wasn't sure how sturdy the eggs' shells were, but this was as good as I could do. Finding somewhere quiet to get a night's sleep was the foremost thought on my mind as I found myself at the bottom of a long flight of stairs, leading up to what looked like a hotel. My pockets were still bulging with money which had originally been meant for crooked politicians, so at least cash wasn't a problem.

The hotel's lobby was brightly lit, and covered with expensive wood paneling. A glance at the clock above the main desk revealed that the time was 10:32pm, and the attendant was a bored middle-aged man wearing glasses and reading a book.

I walked up to the counter and told him, "I'd like to rent a room."

The clerk turned a little in his chair and looked up from his book, peering over his glasses at me. "We're full," he said, just before looking back into his book.

I rolled my eyes and pulled a wad of bills out of my pocket to show him. "I'm not destitute, sir! The sign above the door says 'vacancy', and I don't see you getting up to turn it off. Whatever reasons you may have not to want to rent me a room, cash isn't one of them."

The clerk set down his book and squinted his eyes at me. "Look, buddy - I don't care about your cash, because I'm not allowed to take it. Per state law, we only take people carrying government-issued ID, and per our insurance carrier, you have to have a credit card in case you damage the room." He paused for a few seconds to let it sink in before he asked, "Now, do you have either of those? Because if you do, you'll be the first person with those that's ever walked in here carrying a trash bag. My advice is that if you came here on a boat, just go back there and sleep tonight.

It had been decades since I'd stayed at a hotel, and things had changed considerably. "How much to skip the ID? I can provide a deposit for the room; money's not a problem."

He pointed at a camera in the corner and said, "Sorry bud, I just can't do it. Check down the street, though. There's a privately owned place called the Pelican Inn, and they're small enough that the ID law doesn't apply to them. Only applies to hotels with more than fifty rooms, and they're just under."

I nodded, annoyed to be turned away but grateful that the guy had at least pointed me in the right direction. "Thanks for the help," I said.

The guy was already buried in his book again, but he waved without looking up as I walked out the door. As I was dying of cancer during the last decade, the country I knew had been replaced by an Orwellian vision of itself. I didn't like the changes one bit.

The warm summer night embraced me as I stepped back out into it and walked in the direction the clerk had pointed me in. The path turned into a sidewalk, which curved around into a street and then ultimately led me downtown. Wherever I was, it was a military town, and small groups of Marines were on their way to or just returning from bars along the strip. I walked for a few blocks, and had just spotted the word "Pelican" spelled out in aging neon lettering a few blocks away when I heard a tipsy female voice behind me ask, "What's in the bag?"

I turned my head and and glanced behind me to see three women - probably female Marines, judging from their build. The one in the middle had asked the question, and when she noticed that I'd stopped, the tipsy brunette blinked and struggled to stand up straight before repeating, "What's in the bag?"

I looked her over for a moment, then checked out her two friends. While I'd love to have seduced and impregnated them all, giving each one an egg would reduce the load I was carrying - and hopefully let me get to bed soon instead of getting caught in the middle of another orgy.

"I've got something you'll love, ladies," I announced as I untied the bag's neck. As its neck loosened, the pent-up pheromones wafted out and the group let out a squeal of delight. Tired as I was, it still amused me to see the tough Marine women being affected just as strongly by the eggs' pheromones as any other females I'd met. Each of the three women pulled an egg out of the bag and held it reverently. Two of them ducked off around the side of the building, clutching their eggs with furtive urgency. The brunette however held up her egg, then looked at me and asked, "May I have this?"

I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sure," I said. She'd just demonstrated remarkable self control, at least compared to her friends. I had no illusion that she wouldn't have bolted with the egg if I'd said no, but she was at least still together enough to observe the formality of asking.

She smiled and thanked me, then sat down on the sidewalk in front of me. I knelt down in front of her and reached up her skirt, slipping her panties down her legs for her. The drunken girl slapped at my hand and slurred out, "No free shows." She then broke out in a giggle as she spread her legs wide. "But I need to fuck that egg," she slurred drunkenly.

Under normal circumstances I'd have considered this to be taking advantage of a drunken girl, but if she'd been sober she'd have been just as determined. I gently took the last egg from her hands as she scooted up against the wall of the bar, dragging her butt over the cement sidewalk without even seeming to notice. Once she was positioned, she brought up her knees and spread her legs, exposing her vulva to me. She'd apparently been looking for a good time tonight, as she wasn't wearing any underwear.

I pressed forward on the egg with a two-handed grip, pressing its tip against her vaginal orifice. The girl closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure, letting out a sharp breath as she felt the shell's warmth slide into her. "Oh, damn - that feels good," she said as she reached down with her hands and began to grind her hips against it, the egg's shell slowly inching up into her dilating pussy. I stepped back as she pressed harder, bucking her hips as she drove the egg deeper and deeper into herself. She threw back her head and moaned in pleasure as it vanished from sight, letting her vulva close back again as the egg was conveyed deeper into her by her vaginal muscles.

...and then, just as her pussy closed up completely, everything seemed to go white as we were bathed in a brilliant, painfully bright beam of light. I squinted as my shadow was cast sharply against the wall in a crisp black and white outline. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I caught the alternating pattern of red and blue lights which told me, even before the voice behind us barked out, that the police were now involved.

A pair of car doors slammed shut, and I froze in place. "What do we have here?" a male voice called out.

I turned my head to look towards the light, and saw that a pair of police officers had gotten out of a parked cruiser. They approached us, their hands on the grips of their pistols. One of them had a flashlight, and used its beam to blind me, shining it straight into my eyes. My vision was reduced to a bright spot and dark shadows.

The girl was, of course, no help. She must've been a screamer in bed, because she was loudly expressing the pleasure the egg provided her as it made its way up her birth canal. Around the back of the building, her friends were also crying out in pleasure.

I rolled my eyes as I sensed the two officers coming up behind me. "Put your hands on your head and stand up," a male voice commanded.

I complied slowly, interlocking my fingers behind my head and standing up. My heart was racing like a hummingbird's, but I commanded myself to stay calm as I felt the cool steel of handcuffs clicking onto my wrists. The girl was beginning to pass out as the egg neared the end of the impregnation process. She brought her legs down, finally lapsing into complete unconsciousness as the egg finally slid past her cervix, and her body reluctantly accepted it into her womb. The officer's flashlight moved to the girl as soon as he saw my hands were secured.

"What's she on? What did you give her?" he demanded.

"I don't know, she was like that when I found her. I was just trying to help," I replied.

I felt another set of hands begin to pat me down, searching me for weapons. All I could think of was the discorporation process the aliens had told me about. I knew it was meant to spare me from experimentation and torture, but I wasn't sure how quick on the trigger the safeguard was. I hoped to be able to talk myself out of this still.

As expected, they found the pile of bills in my wallet and pulled them out. There was an appreciative whistle from behind me. "You've got a lot of money here, don't you?" he inquired.

I nodded. "I just got here from back East, Officer. I'm opening a bank account tomorrow with that money."

"How much would you say is in here?" he asked.

I winced, knowing that this was already going badly. "A few thousand or so. I'm honestly not sure, because I just won it in Vegas this weekend."

"Vegas, right," he snorted. "Where's your ID?"

"Am I under arrest, officer? Just for stopping to help her?" I countered. It was a lie, but if I was going to lie I needed to do so consistently.

The officer shined his flashlight into my face, this time aiming it straight into my eyes. "You're being detained right now, but I'm leaning towards arresting you. You'll have to be very cooperative if you want to avoid the back of this car."

A hand took me by the shoulder and turned me around. A female voice behind me asked the woman on the ground, "Do you require medical attention?"

There was no response, as she'd slipped into the unconscious phase of the implantation process. "She's non-responsive. Call the paramedics," she said.

The officer stood up and turned around, walking towards me. I could just barely make out the name "Taggart" on her name tag. She had an attractive if severe face, and she was all aggression and intimidation when she barked out, "What did you give her?"

I smiled disarmingly and asked, "Are you the senior officer in charge here, ma'am?"

She blinked in curiosity, as if she were suddenly having difficulty focusing. "Yes, I am. Now, what substance did you give these women?" she demanded.

"If you'll remove my cuffs, I'll explain," I suggested.

At first she shook her head, but then she seemed to stop and think for a moment. She froze in place for a few seconds, then her expression slowly changed as a flame of desire began to burn in her eyes. I shuddered as I thought of the many, many ways that this could go badly for me from this point.

"Officer, if you'll remove my cuffs, I'll explain everything you want to know about this situation," I repeated nervously.

She reached up and keyed the microphone on her shoulder and said, "Cancel backup on Coast Highway. We've got it handled."

I looked around nervously and noticed that the male officer was standing off to the side, watching passively. Taggart surprised me when she grabbed my arm just above the handcuffs and hustled me forward, around the corner of the building.

Officer Taggart stepped over the two unconscious female Marines on our way around the building, paying them no more attention than a street beggar receives in India. She guided me behind the bar, over towards a sheltered C-shaped cement wall stacked with empty boxes of booze. I looked around; there was no one in sight, and the door to the back of the bar looked like it was securely locked.

Officer Taggart licked her lips nervously and said, "I'm going to need to perform a thorough search of your person."

I knew exactly where this was going. "I think you should remove my cuffs first, Officer," I replied.

She narrowed her eyes and glared at me as she shook her head. I could tell that thinking about things other than fucking me was getting difficult. "Fuck no, you're a suspect," she spat. Her right hand dipped down to her hip, and I watched as she thumbed the retention lock on her holster. There was an audible snap as she rotated the locking piece forward, unlocking the handgun for a draw.

I was getting nervous now; my pheromones tended to make women a little aggressive, and I really didn't want to do anything which might push Taggart over the edge. She considered me a threat, and her hormones were outright demanding that she fuck me, and that just didn't seem like a healthy combination to me. "Stand right there," she growled.

For a few seconds, I entertained the thought of running, but it'd probably get me shot. I could feel Taggart's hands on me now, quick and professional. She rifled through my pockets, looking for anything concealed; weapons, identification, anything. Her pat-down was professional, right up until it ended - and then the real pat-down she'd wanted to do from the start began as she slowly, almost guiltily brought her hands up to my groin and lingered.

My mouth dried out as I felt her fingers work their way down the front of my shorts, then slowly make their way to my cock. I took in a breath as her cold fingers closed around my shaft. Her fingers were long and slender, surprisingly delicate for someone who arrested people for a living. A good chunk of her mind still knew that what she was doing was wrong, yet she was unable to stop herself. She reached down farther and ran her fingers to my cock, slipping them around it as she groped me. My alien-altered physiology responded immediately, and my cock swelled in response to her probing. Behind me, Taggart took in a ragged breath as she stroked me, feeling my shaft underneath her fingers.

"I'm going to have to inspect this," she said as she pulled her hand back out of my shorts. I watched warily as she stepped around to my front. She still had her gun holstered, but there was an altogether different look in her eyes now. She'd started the search as a conflicted police officer fighting a haze of sex hormones, but she wasn't that person anymore. She'd become a predator, exercising her instincts at any cost. Taggart knelt in front of me and tugged my shorts down to my knees, exposing my penis. My hands were cuffed behind me, so there was no way I could cover myself; I was exposed to the open air, and in plain view of anyone who might open up the rear door from the bar.

Taggart stood there for a few moments, wavering with indecision. For a few seconds she looked like she was thinking about giving me a blowjob, but something in her said no. She leaned out from behind the cement enclosure and yelled, "Cover me, Johnson. Don't let anyone else back here."

She turned back towards me and her hand went back to her pistol's grip. "Lay down on the ground, face up," she commanded. I complied awkwardly, slipping my arms down around my legs so that I didn't have to lay down on them. Taggart watched, and I was happy that at least she didn't try to insist that I keep my arms behind me. She unzipped the front of her pants, then unsnapped her duty belt's buckle before she unhooked the underlying belt.

"I've never done this before," she said to me, "and I know I shouldn't. But I can't stop myself. The men get laid by girls who want out of moving violations, and I've been good all this time. It's my turn now, I guess." She was almost apologetic as she stepped out of her duty boots, then stripped off her duty pants to reveal a dark blue set of panties, almost the same shade as her uniform. In any other context, the view of her almost impossibly long, slender legs would've been a huge turn-on. Just a sliver of her midriff showed above the line of her panties, and her button-up shirt looked out of place now. She reached up to it next, unsnapping the buttons one by one, bottom to top. She shrugged off her shirt to reveal a chest covered in body armor. Taggart gritted her teeth and lifted, pulling the heavy, form-fitting material up, off, and over her head. I whistled in admiration as she shook herself free; her breasts were now covered only by a thin, clingy tank top. Taggart had sweated under her armor, which had plastered her top to every curve of her breasts. Honestly, had she been topless it might have felt like I was seeing less of her breasts, but I certainly wasn't complaining. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ward off the chilly night air which was already chilling the sweat on her breasts and making her nipples stand up even more.

"Don't cover up on my account," I said jovially.

Officer Taggart crouched down, squatting over me. I could feel heat radiating from her pussy as she reacted to my pheromones, her mind dumping hormones into her bloodstream and making me irresistible. "I'm probably still taking you in," she said. "Whatever you've got is affecting me too, I think. But after I get this out of my system I should be able to take you in." She was almost babbling, trying to rationalize her actions.

She uncrossed her arms and ran her hands down my chest, feeling my shirt. "I could take that off if you uncuff me," I tried again.

Taggart grinned and shook her head. "Don't care how hard you try, perp. You're not getting your hands free."

I was less worried about my hands being tied up now, and more worried about what she would do once she got pregnant. I brought my hands up and burrowed under her tank top, and she let out a breath as my hands caressed the curves of her body. The steel between my handcuffs clanked gently as I brought my hands up farther. I ran the cool steel of the cuffs along her skin, dragging it slowly up from her midriff to her nipples as my fingers traced the line of her collarbone.

Taggart let out a breath and shivered, closing her eyes as the cold night air flowed up under her tank top. She spread her legs and squatted over me, feeling heat flow up from the asphalt and into her knees and toes.

The nearly-nude officer leaned back now, and her tank top pulled forward. Her pussy was right over my cock now, and I could feel her hot mound now resting right above my dick. There were a thousand things wrong with this scenario, but the hormones going through my own brain meticulously shut down my every objection. I could feel her pussy touching my dick now, dripping her juices onto my shaft through her completely soaked panties.

I thrust my hips against her pussy, gently reminding her of why she was here. Taggart didn't want to waste any time taking her panties off; she simply reached down and yanked on the right side of the thin garment. They stretched for a split-second, then tore away with an audible snap. They were now just a cloth ring attached to her left leg like a garter. She pushed it down idly with her hand, letting it slide halfway down her thigh.

Her pussy was now exposed and free, and the police officer lowered herself, grinding her slit against my cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her pent-up need leaving a trail of moisture dripping out of her and lubricating my cock. She ground back and forth, riding along my rock-hard erection for a few tantalizing moments before she froze, her eyes wide with momentary fear and conflict. My hands were still up inside of her tank top, and I felt her nipples harden even more as she paused, quivering with desire before she looked down at me.

"Damn, you're hot," she said to me as she lowered her pussy the last fraction of an inch to my cock. There was no question about our bodies' compatibility; I slid into her as if we had been built for each other. Taggart let out a breath she didn't remember having taken as she spread her legs, taking me all the way inside her in an urgent motion. She didn't seem to care about the asphalt digging at her knees as she ground herself against me, her vagina taking control of her mind and dictating that fucking me and securing my sperm were the only things which truly mattered at this point. Taggart let out a contented moan as she took me inside her as deep as I could go, just before arcing her back and spreading herself out over me. I could feel the twin diamond points of her nipples digging at my chest through the thin tank top and my shirt, and my hands were folded up between us, still cuffed.

I tugged upwards, and the police woman grudgingly gave me enough space to bring them out and over, and I circled around her with them. The cuffs played over her trim form as I wrapped my arms around her, savoring every sensation as this woman mounted me.

"You mind unlocking these?" I tried again as I thrust within her. "I promise I'm not going anywhere."

Taggart shook her head as she ground herself against me, my erect cock swelling imperceptibly more as each and every thrust added another stick onto the blazing bonfire of my arousal.

"Not a chance," she replied. "I'm breaking regs here, but I'm not going any farther than consensual relations. I'm absolutely not going to release a suspect from custody."

I didn't want to point out that this wasn't exactly consensual; the last thing I needed was for her to decide that I needed to be "shot resisting arrest". I shrugged and said, "Worth a try" as I circled my arms around her and pulled, the pressure bringing my waist together with her own so that I could feel the delightful sensations which were about to transpire.

Taggart smiled wide, triumph written all over her face. I pulled and tugged at her tank top, and she finally rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, pulling it off over the top of her head. She was now topless too; the last cloth remaining on her body were the panties.. She started breathing a little faster, and I could feel the fire build up beneath her skin as we mated, her hungry body doing everything it could to coax the genetic structure of her as-yet-unborn children out of my testicles. At this point, there was no doubt in my mind that I would complete my objective. But I did have a healthy amount of doubt as to whether I would survive the encounter.

Taggart gritted her teeth and curled her lip as she began gasping for air, even as she thrust hard and shifted her pussy, grinding it around a little as she worked me around inside her. I could feel my cock stiffening even more, and then I felt like I was levitating off of the ground as my orgasm began. I squeezed the cop to me, the smooth steel handcuffs on my wrists digging into her back a little. Her back felt like it was on fire, and I could hear her heart beating through her skin as it hammered, her forbidden conduct adding to her stimulation.

She let out a little yelp as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure which put me over the edge and triggered my own orgasm. I gave one final shove and buried the tip of my cock as far inside of her spasming pussy as it would go as I came, spraying her inner depths with pump after pump of my potent semen.

"God!" she cried out as she rode me, clutching me tightly as we rode our our orgasms to completion. A few moments later, still panting with exhaustion, she loosened her hold on me. I still had her clutched to me, though. "You can let me go now," she said impatiently.

I shook my head. "That wouldn't be in my best interests, I'm afraid. Unless you feel like unlocking these handcuffs."

She rolled her eyes, her delicate blue irises hard to make out in the dim light. "I'm not letting you go, buddy. This was just one last hurrah for you before you go to jail. Sorry if you thought otherwise."

I shook my head. "It's more so that you don't shoot me," I replied.

The officer frowned. "Shoot you? You've got the wrong idea here. I'm gonna run you in, but you're not in any risk of being shot."

"You also don't know you're pregnant yet," I replied.

She looked down at her pussy, and ran her hand down her thigh to where we were joined. Her fingers touched my shaft, which she was very careful not to dislodge from her vagina. "Shit, you had me so excited I forgot to make you wear a rubber," she marveled. She thrust her hips at me, feeling my cock begin to stir within her again, expanding again within her birth canal. "Maybe I should make you go again," she purred, "after all, twice isn't much riskier than once. But if you gave me an STD, I may actually shoot you."

I smirked a little as I began fucking her again, grateful for my altered body's recovery time. "If you say so, I'm down for it," I said. Taggart spread her legs again and took my cock inside her, thrusting in response to my own movements. At this point, I was playing on borrowed time: as soon as she noticed her developing pregnancy, she was likely to get violent. I might be able to restrain her until she goes into labor, but that would become much harder if she were to get up before her pregnancy started to show. So, I did what I could in order to keep her busy: I fucked her brains out.

Taggart was enjoying it even more this time; my every thrust elicited a moan of pleasure out of her. I kept my arms wrapped around her back, and moved them down gradually to encircle her waist. I was still plowing her a few moments later when I felt pressure on my abdomen as her belly began to swell with eggs. Her eyes were shut, and she lifted her torso up a little, resting the palms of her hands on my chest as she thrust. I kept my eye on her growing belly as it expanded, our children pushing her belly out well into the first trimester's worth of development.

Uh-oh, the game was up. Taggart made a surprised frown and opened her eyes as she felt her belly press against me, even though she was in a partially upright position. Moments later, her eyes were wide open in shock and her hands flew off of my chest, cradling the new bulge in her abdomen. "What the FUCK?!?" she screamed.

Her vagina clenched down as she reacted, which actually caused me to climax. I held her tightly as my cock erupted inside her for a second time, and she apparently felt it. Her mouth opened wide and she threw her head back as she tried to stand up, but just wound up grinding her pussy against me, channeling her weight into getting just a little fraction of an inch more penetration. I was still thrusting, moving her entire body up and down, and she let out a surprised yelp as she reached her own climax a second time.

In between gasps, Taggart looked down and screeched, "What did - oh! - you do to me?"

"It's what you did, officer. You just had to fuck me, the same as the other girls. I can't help the fact you got pregnant, but it doesn't change the fact that you're the one who just raped me at gunpoint," I said. Some facts were being rearranged here, but I was thinking on my feet and trying not to get shot.

Her belly growing, expanding outward inexorably. She rubbed it with her hands, her eyes wide with wonder and - yes, fear. It was the latter emotion which concerned me. Her eyes darted over to her discarded uniform and gear. "Officer down!" she cried out as she tried to stand up.

Now it was dangerous. I brought my arms up and pinned her torso to me, trying to keep her from using her arms. Her belly poked into me as I did so, and I shifted my weight in order to turn both of us over. Taggart glared at me and jerked her knee upward, probably trying to knee me in the groin, but only managing to make a comical spectacle as her knee went along my side and it looked like we were trying to have sex in a new and awkward position. I clutched her shoulders with my hands and held on as she tried to grab for my face, using my elbows to ward her hands off as well as I could. My cock was still inside her, and I could feel her squirming beneath me, trying to get loose as I held onto her.

And then, my cock was suddenly drenched in fluid. Taggart let out an astonished gasp as her water broke and flowed out of her pussy, dislodging my cock and washing it off. "Oh God, no!", she moaned out as she looked down at her swollen belly, unsure what was going on but positive that it wasn't good.

I held onto her as she lunged for her pants and the holster her gun was in. I couldn't do anything but hug her tight as she dragged me along, clawing her way towards it.

"Officer needs assistance!" she screamed. I took a second to glance over at the entrance to the cement enclosure, where her partner was just standing as if frozen.

Taggart's facial expression contorted in pain as her belly tightened like a vise with a contraction and she stopped trying to get at her gun. I took advantage of the situation for a moment to lift my cuffed arms off from around her body and separate myself from her, going after her pants myself.

"Nooo," she hissed out through clenched teeth, as her fingernails raked a bloody gash down my leg just as I pulled away.

I managed to slip away from her grip, then struggled to my feet and grabbed her pants. My first thought was to draw her gun so that I could throw it out of her reach, but I wasn't going to take the time to learn how to unlock her retention holster while she was clambering after me with the fury of a woman who did not expect to be pregnant tonight, let alone in labor.

She was still crawling after me, making a deep growling sound in her throat as she did so. I rifled through her pockets quickly, and found a key ring in her left pocket. I took her pants with me to keep her gun away and retreated into the corner so that I could unlock my handcuffs.

Officer Taggart fought her way to her feet, her pregnant belly swaying as she used the bar's wall for support. Just as she made it to her feet, she cried out in unexpected pleasure as the first of her eggs edged its tip into her birth canal. She leaned back against the dirty cement wall, her hands resting on her knees as her breath came in ragged gasps, the orgasm superseding her desire to get her gun back from me. She leaned her head back and panted as she pushed, the egg slowly making its way down through her pussy. I hoped that it took a while, to be honest.

My fingers found a short, round key on the key ring which looked like it would fit the handcuffs. I breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at my hands and realized why modern police handcuffs used hinges instead of a chain: with the keyhole facing away from me, I couldn't unlock my cuffs myself, even with the key.

Taggart had sunk to the ground in a spread-legged squat as the egg pushed its way through her pussy and rolled out onto the ground in front of her. She laid back against the wall, her legs spread wide and her hands massaging her swollen belly as she caught her breath for a few moments. She glared at me from her position on the ground.

"You really do only want loose, don't you?" she asked. "You'd have tried for the gun if you wanted it."

I nodded. "I don't want your gun, I just don't want to get shot with it. And I think by now you've figured out that nothing that's going on here is going to make a lot of sense. I'm not a bad guy, but I can't afford to be taken into custody and become a lab animal."

Officer Taggart grimaced, then started breathing faster as her momentary respite drew to a close. "Look, officer," I said, "if you'll unlock my handcuffs, I'll explain what's happening to you. And I'll tell you how to get it over with sooner, without all this pain."

She looked at me through wincing eyes. She wanted to say something, but her teeth were clenched. She looked away from me and closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side, letting out a groan that seemed to last forever before the pain subsided, leaving her panting for breath. She opened her eyes and glared at me for a moment before she said, "OK, fine. Now, give me the key before the next one makes me change my mind!"

I knelt before her and passed her the key, then held my hands out in front of me. She leaned forward and I heard the most satisfying click I've heard in my entire life as she unlocked first one hand, then the other.

"Now, what's happening to me?" she demanded, cradling her aching belly with both hands and looking at me plaintively.

I set the handcuffs down first, then reached out and put my hand on her belly, pressing on it from above to rearrange the eggs a little. "The short version?" I asked rhetorically. "You're delivering a clutch of eggs, which other women will shove up their vaginas, where they'll develop into human fetuses. Every few hundred or thousand years, we take a new evolutionary step, and this is one of them."

She sucked in a fast breath, gritting her teeth as the next contraction hit. I crouched down next to her and massaged her belly, feeling the outline of the next egg and edging it towards her pussy. "They don't hurt if you keep them going," I offered. "All you have to do is maneuver them so that the next one is in your vagina as soon as you get rid of the one before it."

She gasped in pleasure as the contraction finally had its intended result, guiding the next one into her cervix. I turned my attention back to my clothes as she delivered her egg, and jumped as I noticed that the door to the bar had opened while I wasn't looking, and a bunch of women in clubbing attire were watching us with anticipation. I picked up the two eggs which Taggart had already laid, and walked towards them, the eggs offered in my outstretched hands. The two women in front grabbed them immediately, then made their way out of the crowd and sat down inside the enclosure, facing us.

"Holy shit, what are they doing?" Taggart shouted as the two women bared their pussies and began pressing the eggs into themselves. "Is that what happened before we showed up?" Taggart asked me as her third egg slithered free of her vagina.

I nodded and gestured towards the two women, now gasping with pleasure as they felt the eggs filling their vaginas, making them whole. "Any woman who gets one of these eggs feels an overwhelming compulsion to insert it into their vagina, just before they pass out. They'll wake up later and not remember a thing, but they'll give birth nine months later."

Taggart nodded and took a deep breath as her belly began to tighten again. She shifted herself a little and then pressed in on her lower abdomen to rearrange the eggs inside her. I started getting dressed.

"I'm leaving now, Officer. You'll be fine once the eggs are all out, you just won't remember anything about it. But by the way, if you want to have one of our babies yourself, all you have to do is take the last egg and push it back inside yourself. You're the only woman who gets a choice tonight about whether or not she's having one of your babies."

I stood up at that and put on my shirt, then turned sideways so that I could press my way out between the women who were crowding into the enclosure. I felt bad about leaving Taggart alone, but everything I knew so far indicated that egg-seeking women weren't a threat to a woman in delivery. I couldn't risk waiting around any longer, though; for all I knew, more police units were on their way to the scene. I already had the bar between me and the street, so I kept walking away from the street, cutting through an apartment complex and walking towards the ocean for another block before turning left, continuing south parallel to the freeway. Seconds later, I heard police sirens approaching from the distance. Someone had probably heard Taggart's yelling and called the police.

I wasn't sure if anyone was watching me, so I jogged a couple of blocks farther south before I turned left and calmly, slowly walked back to the main road. As the police cruisers came rocketing down the street with their lights on, part of me swore that they'd somehow hear the jackhammer which presently passed for my heartbeat and come after me. But instead, they pulled up in the bar parking lot next to Taggart's empty cruiser.

 

 

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