Leira was laying on the on-board physician's table, legs spread wide in the stirrups. A highly advanced civilization, and this was still the choice method of humiliation for pregnant women. Space travel? Check. Cryopreservation? Check. Archaic method of checking the baby? Definite check.
Dr. Plitch walked in the door with a bright and cheery smile on her face. Figures. She didn't have her feet in stirrups waiting to get a hand up her crotch. Leira's face remained impassive, and Dr. Plitch must have mistaken that for happiness.
"You must be so excited, Leira! The tests have confirmed that you are pregnant. And I must say, you did an exceptional job at it, too! The scans confirm that there are four fetuses! And while I know that's a bit of a low number compared to Bryngali standards, humans are only normally pregnant with one at a time. So four is a great number!"
"No offense, doc, but can we get this over with? I'd like to cover my precious vagina up if you don't mind," Leira said.
"Oh! Of course. It must be pregnancy hormones making you so cranky. It's so exciting!"
Leira thought to herself that she might just strangle this woman if she didn't shut up, but realized the technical difficulties that would present. Replacing her would be a nightmare. Too bad. Some people really had it coming...
Dr. Plitch snapped a bio-glove on, and without delay stuck her hand in Leira's pussy. Leira squirmed slightly. It had been four weeks since she had been on-planet with Bryce, David, or Jessica. She was definitely feeling the effects of not getting some on a regular basis.
"Everything looks great, Leira. The fetuses are developing very well. A little slower than a Bryngali pregnancy, but that is to be expected. Chief Morilen's human takes six whole months to deliver a pregnancy at term. You're moving along faster than that, and that is great."
Dr. Plitch kept ramming her hand in Leira's crotch, feeling her womb, and talking non-stop. Leira was beginning to lose her patience. Somebody was going to have to fuck her. Soon. Just thinking about it made her nipples harden and her breathing quicken. Maybe she would even find a new human. The possibilities were endless.
As soon as Dr. Plitch was done molesting her, Leira sat up and covered herself. As impatient as she was, she also wanted to know what gender her babies were going to be. Of course, Dr. Plitch was going on and on about how great the whole thing was, about how they would save the species, blah blah blah.
"Doc, I'm tired. Just tell me what genders are inside my cunt and let me go. Okay?" Leira knew she was being rude, but she desperately needed a cock to fuck her twat. Pregnancy hormones? Check.
"Oh. Um...let's see..." Dr. Plitch flipped through some files on her bio-board, and when she found the right one, she smiled. "Right here. It says that you are pregnant with two boys and two girls. Congratulations, Leira. An even mix. I'm so excited for you. You knowβ"