Asexual Reproduction, Part 3

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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 Cona begins having increasing numbers of eggs, she begins to realize that there may be something wrong… Contains: Belly expansion, breast expansion, egg laying.

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She was so…so very hungry. It was worse than the usual throb of starvation that chronically occupied her stomach. It was an unstoppable driving force that left her stuffing rolls into her mouth as hastily as she could the moment the street vendor turned his back. When her mouth was full, Susana began to stuff them into her pockets, then her shirt, desperate to relieve the pulses of pain that reverberated through her stomach.

“Hey!” snapped the vendor at noticing her thievery.

Susana hurried off as the man took chase, but after she dipped into a narrow alley way, she was grateful to see that he would not follow. The man had broad shoulders for the narrow space, and also seemed reluctant to leave his cart unoccupied on the crowded city streets. He gave Susana one more threatening look before he sauntered off.

Susana huddled down, and continued to stuff the dry bread into her mouth, concerned about choking, but not concerned enough. She coughed a few times, but then continued to force down the partially-stale bread. Even so, her stomach continued to grumble.

She felt weird. Awkward. Susana looked down at her stomach, at her unusually bloated belly. It had started up that morning, and she couldn’t figure out the cause for it. It was highly irregular for her belly to have swollen that much in only a few hours. Her abdomen was usually concave, her whole body small and skinny in general. She was dressed in that rags that had become of a skirt and top, worn, tattered, and dyed beige by grime.

Susana lived on the streets. Stealing food was second-nature. But she was never so careless about it in the past. She had experienced the inside of a jail cell once, and she knew that she never wanted to experience it again. And so, Susana usually stole food under the cover of night time, bad weather, or just vast crowds of passing groups of people. Never so out in the open, where there were public guards, officers, or wary vendors just paces away from her plunder.

But it was worth it, Susana decided, as she continued to stuff food down. She coughed a few more times, and allowed her shoulders to sag, content with her awareness that she had gotten all of the rolls down. She lightly patted her stomach, and started, surprised by how much it was protruding now. She felt claustrophobic in that narrow alley, stone walls tightly flanking her shoulders, and rounded stomach now pushing away from her malnourished body.

“There!”

Susana cringed at the sight of the street vendor, with his finger pointed at her. It seemed that he hadn’t given up on catching her at all.

A round-faced police officer appeared next. He had a snarling dog leashed at his side. Susana gulped and her skin crawled.

“Girl!” the officer commanded. “Come out. Don’t make this any worse than it is.”

For a moment, Susana considered her options, but it seemed that there were few. Though neither the officer nor the vendor would be able to reach her in the small space, the dog certainly could, and she would be spared no injury if it dragged her out by her ankle.

In addition to that, Susana was feeling rather cramped, after all. Despite the fact that she did not want to spend another night in the city jails, it was the less severe alternative to potential discomfort and injury.

Susana climbed up and crept forward, somewhat hunched as her arms hugged against her torso. She kept her head down in the presence of the officer, and did her best to avoid the dog as it continued to snarl and snap at her.

The officer glowered at Susana once she was fully outside of the alleyway. “What are you hiding girl? More snacks?” Susana yelped as he roughly jerked her arms down at her sides.

A few gasps rang out. Susana slowly lifted her face to the officer, the vendor, and the few spectators that were present. They were all staring at her bulging abdomen, and all looked uneasy by the sight of her.

Susana dared not to say a word. She just stood still and allowed them to stare at her.

“But…impossible,” said the vendor, his eyes wide. “Cona is the princess.”

“It’s a trick,” the officer snapped. He reached out to Susana’s stomach, but Susana quickly stepped back.

She tried to take to a run, but the officer caught her by the back of the shirt. The weak material tore in his grasp, ripping off the bottom portion, and leaving Susana’s abnormality fully exposed.

Susana dropped to her knees, and trembled, doing her best to cover her bulging midsection. If being a peasant wasn’t bad enough, she was now a freak as well.

“Come my child.”

Susana slowly looked up to an old woman beckoning her.

“There has clearly been some sort of mistake,” the woman went on. She reached down, offering Susana her hand. “Come, princess.”

Now the crowd was growing, and people were staring at Susana and the old woman. Princess, the woman had said. Susana knew that it was blasphemy to address anyone other than the true royal family in such a way. Despite it, she reached up, and allowed the elderly woman to help her to her feet.

The officer lightly shook himself from his reverie. “I am taking her to the jails.”

“You will do no such thing,” said the woman, giving the officer a severe look, her long gray tendrils of hair hanging down around her elegant robes. “Can’t you see that she is with child?”

“B-but—” the officer stammered.

“This girl is royalty. You will not touch her. I am taking her to the palace.”

And suddenly the old woman had Susana’s forearm in her tight grip, and was dragging her along to a waiting carriage. After a moment, the woman looked down, and smiled at Susana in sympathy. She removed her long, ornate scarf, and wrapped it around Susana’s shoulders. “Sorry, my dear. That should suffice for the time being. What is your name?”

“S-Susana,” Susana squeaked, which was fitting of the mousy girl. They had reached the carriage, and she was baffled when a waiting guard wordlessly took her hand and helped her inside at the old woman’s nod.

Susana stiffened slightly as the woman entered the carriage from the opposite door. “Susana? What a pretty name. I am Gail, one of the queen’s advisors. It’s lovely to meet you, Susana. Though it is a wonder how the princess ended up on the streets.”

“B-but C-Cona—” Susana was not stupid. Even she knew that the princess had already been named and validated.

Gail’s face hardened. “Yes, that is…curious as well. An issue I hope to resolve with haste and discretion.”

The carriage doors closed, and Susana curled up in her corner, where she was abruptly reminded of the throbbing mound on her gut. She uncoiled her limbs. This had to be some sort of mistake. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. And yet it was the alternative to jail. Susana stared off through the window, lost as to what she had gotten herself dragged into.

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“How is this possible…” said Queen Rowena. Both Cona and Susana had been thoroughly examined by doctors, and both were pregnant, appearing to be at the same stage in their conditions. “How could there be two? It’s not even—l-logical.”

“And yet here we are, with two young future-queens.” Gail smiled.

Rowena shook her head. “The girl is a peasant. Look how skinny she is for goodness sakes. She wasn’t even groomed for this. She was living on the streets. How could she possibly…”

Rowena trailed off as the peasant in question trailed out of the examination room, looking wide-eyed and uncertain, her hands clasped over her mound.

Though her belly was the same size as Cona’s was by then, it seemed far larger on Susana, if just because she was so thin. And Rowena also could not help noticing that the girl looked just like Cona, though she was certainly smaller and shorter, with a narrower face and a lack of muscle tone. Rowena felt her shoulders tremble. How could one of her children have come to such a terrible state?

“My Q-Queen,” Susana stammered.

“No, dear, call me mother. You are my child. Come here, let me see you.”

Cona trailed out of the examination room beside the one that Susana had exited. She stared at Rowena and Susana, a blank look on her face as she uncertainly rubbed her own rounded mound. It was getting late, and she looked seven months pregnant by then, her belly firmly pressing into her formfitting pink dress.

“Two princesses…” Rowena mused as she laid her hands on Susana’s shoulders. “Do you know what this means, dear?”

“That I’m…with child?” said Susana uncertainly. Her cheeks reddened. She could hardly believe it.

“Indeed, my dear. But not just that. You may be single-handedly doubling our birth rate for the first time in. Every generation only has one princess. But you are a miracle. You are the second.”

Susana gulped, as though intimidated by the pressure.

Rowena smiled. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” As Gail had done, Rowena kindly offered Susana her hand. It was soft, and clean. Susana hesitated, and took it.

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In a matter of moments, Susana found herself in a brightly lit bathroom, all but her head submerged in frothy bubbles and a deliciously hot bath that left her skin flushed and warm. There were several types of snacks littering small tables surrounding her. Susana was at conflict between getting cleaned and getting fed. She focused on the latter, popping snack after snack into her mouth, each perfectly size and portioned to slide easily down her throat. She was especially fond of the small dough balls right beside her, and ate them with haste, feeling her belly pleasantly tighten with each one. She ate and ate, almost fearful of waking up from a dream. But Susana froze up when she heard the bathroom door creak open.

Susana sunk down until all but her nostrils were submerged when Cona—Princess Cona ambled into the bathroom. Her gait seemed slightly funny now, her face pinched in discomfort as she held the lower part of her belly. Her hair was tied back, not fitting of her intricate attire. She wore her pregnancy awkwardly, like somewhat who wanted no part of it.

Cona pulled up a stool and eased herself down, her belly settling against her lap. She looked quite large. Susana wondered if she looked that large as well. Her eyes lifted up to the princess’s face, just as Cona forced a smile.

“Hi,” Cona said.