This choice: One of the eggs hatches inside her, growing to champion level • Go Back... Sakuyamon had been at it for a while now, and the eggs were starting to pile up, forming a mound that was already bigger than her (well, bigger than she used to be). She was beginning to return to her normal size, but at this point, all she could focus on was how sore she had become from the strain of laying so many digieggs.
"Hahh... hahh... hahh..." she panted, lightheaded from exhaustion. "Must keep going, must - NNGH - get them out!" Another egg rolled across the floor, and the contents of Sakuyamon's womb shifted as another passed into her birth canal, the lumps on her tight, sweaty skin moving of their own accord. This next one felt different somehow; it was bigger.
"Oof." she pushed. No luck. "Nnn-aaugh!" She thought she felt it move an inch or two that time. "Ugh! Unnh! OOoohhh!" Now it was stuck. She took a deep breath and, "aaaaAAAAAUUHHHHHGGG!!"::crack::
Her breath caught. What was that? Did she break something? She felt around, and soon she knew. "The egg! It's broken! I've killed a poor little--" Movement. "It... it's alive? It hatched inside me? That can't be right!" Then she felt a familiar sensation of pressure. "No, not again, not after all that! NOOO!"
Sakuyamon clawed at her stomach as it swelled with life, the creature inside shoving eggs to the side to make room for its new mass. The massive belly swayed from side to side as its occupant searched for a way out, even as it resumed increasing in girth.
Tears streamed down her face as Sakuyamon surpassed her original size. "It hurts... God, just get it out of me!" Veins stood out on taut, shiny skin. Sickening gurgles roared within her baby factory, but not loudly enough to drown out the sound of her stretching skin. She closed her eyes and screamed as the creature stood up inside of her...
The digidestined would never hear from this strange creature again, though its effect on Rika and Renamon keeps them ever-vigilant for its return. All that was found the next morning was the slimy tracks of *something* that had climbed out the window, And the pregnant forms of Rika and Renamon, unconscious in each others arms, amidst a mess of fluid and unhatched digieggs... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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