I woke up this time in a comfortable bed, not unlike my own, but undeniably a different bed. This one was bigger, and had much more luxurious sheets. The room had an odd scent to it, and I was unbound.
The room around me didn't appear to have a door, but I had to have gotten in there somehow. The walls were vaguely geometrically patterned, blue in color. The floor was carpeted.
I looked down at my stomach. It still looked about as swollen as before, and felt stretched. The stuff the monster had deposited in my gut had stayed inside me, and I knew it'd be useless to try to push it out. I didn't want to try without a way to dispose of it, anyway.
I felt my lower pelvis, and it felt hard. The eggs must still be in me, using me as an incubator. The memory of the last time I was awake was hazy, but if memory served, there were many dozens of small, marble sized eggs deposited in me. The memory of the orgasms I was forced to experience brought back the fear of that day, and I wondered how long it'd be before the eggs hatched.
I didn't have to wonder long. No sooner did the thought cross my mind than did I feel something shift, just a tiny amount, inside my uterus. I found myself wishing I'd gotten my hysto for a brief moment, before all hell broke loose inside me. It seemed as though all of the eggs hatched at once, and were moving around in me to try to get to... something. They weren't trying to leave, despite my desperate wishes for them to. No, instead it seemed as though they were clamoring to.. the thought filled me with horror... like they were clamoring to get to the lining of my uterus. Just then the man from before, and he looked like a man again, entered, and confirmed this fear.