Breedaria: The Hatching

She was alone... completely and utterly alone.  Her superiors were no longer watching her from the breeding chamber's control room, and she was trapped struggling beneath a behemoth belly all by her lonesome.  The nameless girl sat on her rather large bum, her strained back leaning against the wall, and her arms gently stroking the immense girth that bloated out before her trapped form.

    Beads of sweat trickled downwards from the girl's brow, sticking her hair to her face and giving off an oddly arousing sheen from her flesh.  The brown hair was soaked and coming downwards over her in the form of a matted down mess.  It normally reached to her shoulders, but now with two enormously milk-engorged breasts jiggling in front of her, several groups of sweaty strands had found a new place to rest lazily upon.  She wouldn't need the milk for the alien monstrosities that had turned her stomach into an egg chamber, and she knew it.  The eggs that had bulged and forced their way down her throat had released hormones into her system, sort of genetic flare guns signalling a pregnancy to her body.

    Several moments before, the massive tummy had been a serene and peaceful sphere, packed to the brim with eggs.  Now it was a gurgling, rolling, rumbling, and wobbling thing.  Bulging bumps could be seen across the surface of the immense stomach, much to the distress of the young mother-to-be.

    In her mind she knew that it had become a gut bomb... but there was still a miniscule amount of foolish hope that she would survive the egg hatching and manage to squeeze the monstrous little creatures out.  She suddenly missed the once unpleasent sensation of the fluids and eggs within her sloshing and splashing about in her belly.  A loud groan rumbled up and out of the disturbed ball of flesh.  A wince flashed across her face as she recognized that the hatching was truly underway at that point in time.

    Out of nowhere a wave of heat permeated from within her over stuffed abdomen.  The heat seemed to linger about her for a split second before it dissipated, yet it still managed to leave a mark.  The liquids in her gut had suddenly begun bubbling and splashing violently, the distortion clear across her belly.  She let a long moan of pain and discomfort waft from her vocal cords into the lonely expanse of the room, the only other occupant around to hear it was the also occupied belly she sported.

    The young vixen shifted about, trying desperately to get off of her ass so that the aliens would have an opening.  She lost herself for a moment and a look of panic was slapped across her face as she slid down the wall and onto her side.  "I'll have to... ugh... birth this... ahhh... way I... ooohhh... I guess"  She groaned to herself.

    Her tummy was almost literally jumping about at this point.  The hatching being a more disturbing equivalent to popping popcorn.  The popcorn popper of a belly shuddered and tossed about, much to the dismay of the host.  Streaking tears slithered from her eyes and joined the sweat in wet trails down her gorgeous and pained face.

    She raised one leg, hoping to be able to squeeze and push her hatching brood out... but she would see no such luck.

                                                                        MEANWHILE

    In the bridge of the station a young woman sat, to beatiful eyes were fixed on the screen of her computer monitor.  She was watching the lonesome girl struggle against her massive girth.  A grin tainted the woman's lips cruelly as one final scream escaped the girl and she exploded like a nuke had been set off in her belly.  This devious woman sat back in her chair, relaxing the strain of her own overfilled belly, and laughed lightly to herself.  A single hand stroked her belly maniacally whilst the other retreated from within her pants.  "Oh my darling... a little too full?"  She cackled gently as the only still intact belly that could be seen bubbled lightly beneath her touch.

She loved her job...