The pain was crazy. I did not know what was going on. When it got to my ass, I had a good idea what was going on. I undid my pants and pulled down my underwear. Its waistband was now around my thighs. It was so surreal to be on my floor with my ass in the air like an idiot. I sucked in my breath and began to push. After a third effort of tightening my abs, I was able to get it out. I looked over my shoulder and saw it. An extra large egg was laying on the floor attached to some strings of my ooze. It was also warm to the touch. I was going to get up and move it when I felt more spasms in my body. I had to push out another egg. I waited, but I was fine for five minutes. I took it as a sign that it had stopped. I was warned that I would lay eggs every week. They were about 65 grams each. I had 14 eggs in my egg sacs. I guessed that meant that I would be fertile for seven weeks. I looked at the menu to check. I was able to confirm it for myself when I went to my evolution history. Out of 52 weeks in a year, I would be fertile in three and a half cycles of 15 weeks. I would indeed lay two eggs a week.
For the seven weeks, I had a 50% base chance of fertilization. Certain conditions could impact the likelihood of success. The vitality and virility of my mate was one and whether or not I was draining them during the act were some of the given variables. After the seven weeks of fertility, I would be barren for seven weeks. The pregnancy chance was 0. The fifteenth week was when the new batch of eggs would be developed. The cycle would then repeat itself. That still meant on a given year, I would be fertile 21 or 28 weeks out of it. It seemed that laying eggs was a feature of the main body. Bodies I was not using would not lay eggs. They would just decay and return when appropriate for the cycle. Any of the clones large enough to support the egg sacs would be able to be impregnated. That was why James was able to start up the biological clock in the first place. I had to waddle over to the bathroom to clean up enough to pull my pants back up. The eggs were unfertilized so the ooze inside was not much different from spare ooze. It would be a good idea to keep them in case I needed mass.
Actually fertilized eggs would lead to an independent NPC when it finished. After it was hatched it would seek out ways to gain mass until it became the right size for a baby version of the father. I was not planning on getting fucked by a animal or monster, so it would become a baby human and then grow accordingly by gathering more and more mass is it grew up. I would help it along, of course. I decided to put the eggs I just popped out in the fridge for now. Doing this every week was not something I was looking forward to. Those eggs were big and it hurt as they came down. I did not have blood, but those yellow ooze strings were nasty and harrowing. That was a facsimile for the afterbirth I would produce if I was a human with a period or giving birth to a real child. Just thinking about it gave me the heebie-jeebies. The best thing to do would just be to let this go and move on with my day. My thought process was interrupted by the whole ordeal. I left my house and went to another two precincts in the city. I killed all the cops inside and stole more guns. I brought them home and laid low again.
