X-rays were not really needed here. I knew that his guts were being rearranged. I also knew that his bones were taking on a whole lot of extra stress now. He was not doing very well at the moment. All of this was done without a single word of complaint from him. I had a hint as to why. He knew that he was a hatchling. People in society valued him less that others as he was not born from a woman. Old Kipler openly gave Aspen to me. He knew that he was easily replaceable. All Old Kipler needed to do was bust a nut in some other layer and wait 9 weeks. He also knew that being a layer was all about having children. Aspen was not going to complain because he did not know how to. Even if he could find the words, he might not feel comfortable or even safe to say them to me. I was the one with the money here. I was the one calling the shots. I was the one shooting him up with drugs. As the head of this new household, I held all the cards. I had all the power here over Aspen. In a way, this made me a real bastard and villain. He deserved a lot more than what he was getting right now.
Pain and discomfort were lessened, but the 3 eggs inside of him would only grow larger and larger. The next day, he woke up with at purpose. He wanted the eggs inside of him gone. He took a deep breath and began trying to push it out. He took 5 tries before it finally came out. I picked it up and ate it. That was another 8 levels for me. A level 25 layer, Aspen would soon be laying white D-tier eggs. I was one level away from B-tier silver eggs. That would be nice. I was collecting all of my eggs so that I could see them all to Old Kipler when we next saw him. While Aspen was holding down the fort, I was going to the park to manage my guys. The take sucked, but it was a steady income. Most people got paid every 2 weeks as part of their wages. A $12,000 a month wage was a pretty sweet deal. Keeping things in perspective was what kept me going back there. Selling higher quality eggs to him as a bonus would be really great. We could get rich off of the egg trade alone. Aspen wanted to keep going, but I told him to hold off. "You've made space for the other 2. We want 2 strong kids."
Quietly, Aspen bore the pain and discomfort. As time went on, he became bound to the bed again. The space he had freed up had been completely taken over by the pair of eggs still inside of him. The bulging had gone down a ton though. Having 4 eggs in there was not good. 2 was definitely more manageable. Aspen's belly looked very pregnant by now. The second week was now over. It was time for him to lay the eggs so that they could being their long 9 in-game week timer. I knew from Marcel that it would be a massive challenge for him. They each were going to be the size of 2 fists together. Aspen tried to lay the eggs, but he could not. There were a couple times he would get to the third stage, but he would mess up. The huge egg that was in the process of crowning would slid right back in. After the 10th try failed, we both knew it was serious. He was racing the clock now. Thanks to the skill that I had, he would have until around 8:30 at night tomorrow to get it out before his next 3 eggs would fully develop. The next 2 days would both bring 4 eggs each. Aspen might get all stuffed.
