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Asexual Reproduction, Part 8
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Summary: Following her eighteenth birthday, Cona begins her inauguration as queen, and starts to undergo daily pregnancies, giving birth to an egg at midnight every night. This will go on for 1 year until the village is populated with a new generation of children. But when an oddity occurs, and two other princesses are discovered, Cona begins to explore her options Contains: Belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, pregnancy, egg laying, and more.
Rina
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She had been an elite and decorated military general. Now she was little more than a creature.
Rina sat in the carriage, chains bounding her wrists and ankles with enough leverage that she could walk around when ordered. She stared blankly at the large green egg strapped down in a basket on the floor opposite her. She had suffered three life-changing revelations in rapid sequence.
She was the Murkle princess.
She was infected with Kreptor DNA.
Her race would die because of her.
Because if she really was the true princess, the race certainly couldnt go on, not with her being infected, and her eggs as well, in consequence.
Even then, she could feel the infection spreading through her body, her skin cool and clammy, the beds of her fingernails taking on a greenish hue.
She was still weak from the harsh delivery of the egg. She could hardly believe that something so large had pushed out of her body.
Her stomach was bloating again now, but with an unfamiliar, bubbly sensation. She hunched as much as she dared, holding the worn brown cloak tightly around herself. Two guards flanked her seat in the carriage, neither touching her, both seeming almost afraid to make eye contact.
Rina didnt blame them. She was no longer Murkle. She was an abomination.
The strange, bubbling sensation peaked. Rina contained a groan, clutching her rounded belly beneath her cloak. It had to be almost midday by then. She felt something inside her shifting downwards, and found herself spreading her thighs. It felt almost as though she would birth again, which didnt make sense, because princesses typically birthed at midnight.
Stop the carriage! a guard screamed.
Rina was jolted as the carriage came to a screeching halt. The guard grabbed her chains and jerked her up. Rina was dragged harshly out of the carriage.
She is trying to release her dirty spawn! she guard said, as others dismounted their horses and joined them.
Rinas nostrils flared, but she didnt allow herself to be antagonized. Though she knew the treatment was warranted, it hurt. These women were her sisters. She had led many of them in battle on multiple occasions.
Instead she kept her thighs together, holding her burgeoning stomach, and tried to contain whatever it was that prematurely wanted to come out.
Bring the belt! someone shouted.
It wasnt uncommon for Murkles to travel with chastity belts, especially outside of the kingdom, where they were susceptible to capture and rape by Kreptors.
Rina drew up her cloak without instruction. Thighs shuddering, she opened them just long enough for the two warriors flanking her to jerk up a steel chastity belt and latch it about her hips.
The pressure continued to throb at her loins in waves of heat and pressure, but the belt successfully kept it from pushing out of her, uncomfortable though it was. Feeling rather dizzy by then, Rina lowered her cloak. Her hands shook slightly, and she looked down at them, wondering if they hadnt taken on a pale green huge.
Get in, said a solider, jabbing her back with a sheathed sword.
Rina scowled and climbed back into the carriage.
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It was another hour before they arrived to the palace.
Just kill me, she urged, as she was pulled out of the carriage. She wanted to be spared the humiliation of what had become of her.
But her pleas were ignored. Instead, Rina was dragged into the palace by her chains as she was occasionally jabbed at by hilted weapons. Her belly was protruding visibly under her cloak by then, though it wasnt too prominent, at least not yet. Her breasts were unbound and larger than she was accustomed to them being. They bobbed slightly, their heaviness unfamiliar on her narrow body. Her belly continued to build with the bubbling pressure, swelling and tightening, her hips often twitching as something pushed at the belt, wanting release.
Rina expected to be delivered directly to the dungeons, but instead, she was horrified to be brought to the throne room. Queen Rowena presided, her face pallid and her expression stony. Rina immediately lowered her head.
On any prior occasion, an audience with the Queen would have been a great honor. But now, Rina felt nothing but ashamed and disgusted with herself. Infection by Kreptor was considered anathema. So Rina kept her eyes averted from the Queens pure ones.
She tried to bow, but it caused awkwardness bordering on pain as her firm abdomen pushed against the chastity belt. Strands of dark hair hung in her face, and she watched it shine green now, under the beaming chandeliers that littered the high ceilings. Rina gingerly raised her eyes enough to know that the Queen was appraising her. Beside the throne was a much smaller one, upon which was the fattest girl Rina had ever seen. She looked startling similar to Rina, albeit chubbier. Her face was round and pink. Thin arms and a thin chest gave way to a huge belly. In fact, the girl seemed to be mostly belly, her thin legs fidgeting where they hung from the too-large seat. The girl occupied herself by reaching into a bowl beside her to stuff pieces of food into her mouth. In the meantime, she stared at Rina with wide eyes.
Along either wall of the expansive room, stood the Queens guards and advisors, surveying the scene. Rina redirected her attention to the throne as the Queen stood. The woman looked frail and tense, even moreso than usual. Mother, said Rina softly, already knowing what she would plead for. She wanted a quick death rather than a lifetime of imprisonment. She could not handle giving birth to anymore abominations. I
Princess, said Rowena.
Rina finally caught her mothers eyes, feeling astonished that she had been addressed in such a way. But she supposed it was true. She was the Murkle princess, and the survival of the race depended on her continued pregnancies, but thenwho was this plump girl, beside the queen? It was clear that she was pregnant as well...wasnt she?
Rina is infected, my Queen, said one of the warriors that flanked her.
Rina tensed as her cloak was abruptly torn from her body. She was left standing in just the chastity belt and a breast wrap that she was practically bursting out of. Her rounded belly was on full display, low and plump, looking midway to its peak size. But the pressure was growing by the moment, weird popping sensations trembling through her, as her hips ached, her passage feeling full, jammed, and sensitized. She pressed her shuddering thighs and resisted the compulsion to claw at the belt.
The room was consumed with murmurs. Rowen stepped down from her dais and approached. Rina hung her head, but the Queen took her chin and lifted it. Rina expected the Queen to spit in her face. Say how much Rina disgusted her.
Mother Rina tried again, hoping she wouldnt have to voice her request in such a shamefully public platform, hoping Rowena would understand, and afford her the small mercy she desired.
My child, said Rowena, and Rina was certain she had misheard.
Rinas stomach suddenly jerked and twisted, and she realized she was going to be sick. She quickly leaned down and covered her mouth as she heaved. Her eyes teared, and it couldnt have been more humiliating. Her throat tightened, and she found herself momentarily choking, before something burst out of her mouth, into her cupped hands. She stared at the round green mass, still gleaming with saliva. It was small enough that she could halfway cup it with her hand. Somehow it appeared to be anegg. Rina stared at it.
The Queen was staring at the egg with a similarly stunned expression. Rowena pressed her lips and seemed to steel herself, before saying, Remove this horrid contraption. She motioned to the belt.
The guards were aghast. Rina didnt fault them, because she was as well.
M-my queen, a guard started.
And the chains. At once! said Rowena.
The guard quickly leaned down and unlocked Rinas chastity belt, allowing it to fall with a clanking noise. The chains quickly followed. Rina clamped her thighs even more tightly than before, and resisted the urge to clutch at her groin, which was opening, struggling to spread and give way to eggs.
Rowena herself lifted the cloak to wrap it about Rinas shoulders. She then lifted her hand to Rinas hair, stroking at the newly green highlights. The Queens expression was sorrowful but she strained a smile. Take Rina to her new quarters. The spare room on the residential floor, between Conas and Susanas.
The guard who had unlocked the belt looked as though she wanted to protest, but instead she nodded.
Im sorry for what you went through, my princess. Rowena backed away.
Rina was certain her voice would break if she tried to speak. She unconsciously cradled her small egg against her chest.
Get some rest, the Queen dismissed her.
Suddenly Rina was being pulled out of the throne room, guided off by the two guards who flanked her.
Rina could hardly keep up with her guides between the numerous stairs, the passageways, and her shaking body. She struggled to keep the eggs in. The small pops of sensation intensified, her insides twisting and jerking, and she almost started to heave again. But she could bring herself to neither stop nor complain, she just forced her body along, even as she trailed behind the guards. Finally they came upon a room, which they practically shoved her through, with none of the gentleness or dignity that the Queen had employed. The door was slammed shut behind her. Rina experimentally turned the knob and was relieved that it was unlocked.
She leaned back against it, breathing in long breaths, not certain of her game plan, just disgusted with the idea of producing infected beings.
She soon found herself on her knees, releasing choked sobs, rocking. Her hips jerked compulsively. Her body was tense, thighs consumed with shudders, and she could actually feel somethingcrowning.
She clutched her belly. This didnt make sense. If she was carrying Murkle eggs, she would birth one at midnight every night for a year. If they were Kreptor offspring, she would birth a small, live litter of the horrid creatures only once every few months. The small eggs were completely unprecedented, and she was doubtful of their viability. Rina hunched down to her elbows and groaned out, her body twitching.
She cursed as she felt another small-sized egg bloom out of her body, pushing outward with heat, before dropping lightly to the carpet between her thighs. The process recurred four more times, until she was hunched there, panting on the floor, her belly still round but not as fitful or pressurized.
Not bothering to look at the eggs, Rina climbed up onto the expansive bed, curled herself in a corner, and pulled the sheets over her head.
She must have dozed off, because when she lifted her eyes, Rowena was seated on the bed beside her.
There, there, she murmured, stroking Rinas head.
Rina tried to be aloof, but the unexpected kindness weakened her to the point that she found herself burying her head against the womans gown. I dont know whats happening, she admitted, hiding her face as her voice broke. My eggs, mother. What if theyre
Well deal with that when the time comes, the Queen determined.
