Hey, this idea has been lurking in my mind for quite a long time, but only a weak ago I finally managed to write down the first part of it. It is not yet (at least not really) corrected, but hey, hope you can enjoy it anyway 
Hope my English doesn't suck too much. That wouldn't be cool, for a linguist (americanist to be exact), I guess...
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INVASION, PART I.
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A huge bulge of amniotic sack is coming out of her vagina.
"Aaargh!" she screams and her belly, half naked half covered with greenish hospital cloth, moves and dilutes as if it was possesed by a force unknown. "My pussy! It hurts!"
Her face slowly frowns with pain as another contraction comes in. She holds her legs wide open, up in the air, and as the muscles in her womb do their job, she moves slighty forward, curling into a ball. She whines and sighs, eyes closed. And then suddenly the sac bursts within a loud popping sound, as if somebody just popped a microtene bag.
A gush of amniotic fluid followed by a more steady stream comes out, soaking the cellulose pad under her bottom. The excess fluid falls down over the edge of the table, creating a growing puddle on the floor.
"Good, good!" says android doctor looking at her genitals. "Very good, my dear, whatever it is, it will quickly come out now... Don't worry, just don't push yet!"
"Aaargh!" screams the woman on the table again, soaked pad in between her wide opened legs. "But I have to!" she shouts histerically. "I can't help it anymore, doc! I have to push!"
Doc shakes her head. "I know the urge to push is strong, but you can't! You must endure! Do you understand?" She places her right palm over woman's vagina and over the region of soft skin between the vagina and rectum. And she can already feel another bulge forming in her hand. This time it is a solid object, though, not just a yellowish fluid filled membrane as only seconds ago.
„Don't push, I said! You'll hurt yourself!“
But the woman won't listen to her. „It's coming out!“ she moans and starts to push, no matter the damage to her body.
And the bulge in doctor's hand gets bigger and bigger. It is slippery, covered in amniotic fluit and mucus. Its front, or crown, or however to call it, is soft, very much skin-like and covered with hair or very fine fur, though offcourse soaked in fetal fluid.
As the object moves down the birth canal, progressing towards the vagina, it stresses the vaginal lips until they get almost crimson red and about to tear. Spot in between the vagina and rectum is already rock solid.
„Stop pushing, darling! Your genitals can't stretch like that so fast!“
But then again, she won't listen to her, and so the doctor at least tries to slow down the process manually by any means possible. She applies pressure with the palm and tries to hold the bulge inside.
„Nurse!“ she shouts over her shoulder, but nobody answers. „I said nurse!“ she repeats even more ferociously.
But no answer again. As if she already forgotten, she and her pacient aren't alone. The whole department is buzzing with nurses and doctors, as there are ten more women living through the same thing as the one on the table in front of her eyes. Ten more already here and twenty others en-route.
„Nurse!? Anyone! Hand me a lube!“
„Aye, ma'am, give me a second,“ one of the android nurses manages somehow to brake away from a complicated birth just a table across. She hears the other woman crying and moaning. One of the doctors around her table holds a suction cup in her hands, prepared to help the thing in the woman's stomach come out.
A lube lands in her opened left palm. „Here ya go, doc,“ says android nurse, hurrying back to her table.
„Thanks!“
As she gets back to her patient, whose vagina she just is holding in her right palm, doc squeezes a bit of lube on the labia and lubricates them, so the fetus, if it can be called like that, can come out more easily.
„Here, that should help a bit,“ she says.
And the woman, young brown eyed blonde with medium sized breasts and a huge round belly, starts to push again. This time even stronger than before.
„Oh, dear, where do you hurry?“
„I must get it out!“ shouts the blonde. „Can't have it inside any longer!“
The labia soaked in lube slip around the fetus and the hairy crown with a sphere like shape behind pops out. — More amniotic fluid gushes out, staining her shirt and her doctor coat. Another part of the gush ends up right in her face.
„Sorry, doc! Really sorry!“ the blonde shakes her head apologiously. „Oh god,“ her voice gets more serious. „Here it comes again! Aaaargh!“
She closes her eyes and frowns as she starts pushing again. Stronger than ever before. Every muscle in her womb and in her stomach contracts.
„Good, good!“ shouts doc, securing the strange fetus with both her hands. „Here it goes... Here it goes! Push, darling! Push!!!“
And then in just a moment the whole thing comes out of her, and so does the rest of the fetal fluid, which was inflating her little belly into such a monstrous size. It is everywhere. On the table, on the floor... Doc's clothes are all wet.
The woman falls completely exhausted on her back. And for the first time in the last thirty minutes she releases the firm grasp of her thights as she lays both hands alongside her strained body.
„It's out!“ informs her the doctor. „Whatever it is, it's out.“
There's a slight smile forming on her face. And the blonde, Brandi is her name, smiles too.
„I know,“ she says, very much relieved.
Doc's eyes then slip back to the thing laying on the table in between Brandi's legs. Though it just came out of a young, healthy girl's womb, it doesn't look anything like a human baby. Sure, it shares some similar feature like soft beige skin and the head-like sphere covered with hair in front, but the rest... well...
She has never seen anything like that, and as there seems to be no record of such an occurence in the centralized archives, neither did anyone of her android colleagues around the globes. At least not until twelve PM, twenty fourth july twenty two eighteen.
The fetus, and she strongly hesitates to call it that way, looks somehow like a small squid. The hairy spherical crown in the front is separated from the rest of the body by a narrowed neck-like stalk. She tries to move with the 'head' but the whole organism, or whatever it is, is rigid.
Behind the neck there is much longer posterior part, about the same thickness as the head. It lacks hair and detailed texture, almost like it was covered in a thick layer of silicone.
Moving to the rear end the posterior part gets narrower and narrower, with four rounded fins evenly placed around the longitudinal axes of the body.
From the very rear end, where the squid would normally have its head and tentacles, comes out the umbilical cord, through which the organism presumeably gathered oxygen and nutrients from the mother's body, as would normally a human fetus did as well.
In five years of her medical service she brought to this world thousands of babies. She might not really be sure, what did she brought to it this time, but her machine experience tells her to emasculate the cord and disconnect it. And so she prepares all the tools necessary for the procedure.
Her clothes are completely wet. The amnicotic fluid is still warm. It has a distinctive sweet smell.
The tools are ready. She emasculates the cord behind the posterior part of the squid's body and clamps it on the Brandi's side. Before she makes the cut, though, she further inspects a bit.
The umbilical is a bit thicker than usual. It has a deep greyish blue color and there is a matrix of darker colored veins wrapped around its whole length. Strangely, it is not pulsating with life anymore. As if somebody choked a valve on the placenta side and stopped the blood from flowing completely.
After a brief moment Doc finally decides to carry and do her job she was programmed to do. But the very moment she wants to cut the umbilical off, Brandi's stomach starts convulsing again. She moans.
„Something is happening, doctor,“ she says. „My stomach, it hurts.“
Doc inspects her belly with both hands, than she moves down to the vagina. Umbilical cord is coming through the stretched birth canal like some sort of a strange power cable. She moves it asside witch one hand and stretches the labia even more with thw other one. Than she puts four fingers inside and inspects the inards of Brandi's genitals. She can still feel the cord going along her hand.
Another contraction. Brandi quickly returns to her previous position: legs wide open – up in the air, holding her thighs with both hands, pushing uncontrollably.
„Aaargh! There's more! I have to push it out! I have to push it out!!!“
„Wait wait wait wait, Brandi!“ doc gets kind of freaked out. She has never seen progressing it that fast. „Hold on, girl, hold on, take a deep breath, darling...!“
„I have to push it out!!!“ repeats Brandi frantically and indeed she does.
Moaning than a loud gushing sound. — Disconnected placenta with the rest of the amniotic sac and its contents rolls out of Brandi's vagina like a fat man on a toboggan. The other end of the umbilical is flushed out as well and lays now on the table like a body of a dead greyish blue snake.
It's over.
Hope my English doesn't suck too much. That wouldn't be cool, for a linguist (americanist to be exact), I guess...
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INVASION, PART I.
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A huge bulge of amniotic sack is coming out of her vagina.
"Aaargh!" she screams and her belly, half naked half covered with greenish hospital cloth, moves and dilutes as if it was possesed by a force unknown. "My pussy! It hurts!"
Her face slowly frowns with pain as another contraction comes in. She holds her legs wide open, up in the air, and as the muscles in her womb do their job, she moves slighty forward, curling into a ball. She whines and sighs, eyes closed. And then suddenly the sac bursts within a loud popping sound, as if somebody just popped a microtene bag.
A gush of amniotic fluid followed by a more steady stream comes out, soaking the cellulose pad under her bottom. The excess fluid falls down over the edge of the table, creating a growing puddle on the floor.
"Good, good!" says android doctor looking at her genitals. "Very good, my dear, whatever it is, it will quickly come out now... Don't worry, just don't push yet!"
"Aaargh!" screams the woman on the table again, soaked pad in between her wide opened legs. "But I have to!" she shouts histerically. "I can't help it anymore, doc! I have to push!"
Doc shakes her head. "I know the urge to push is strong, but you can't! You must endure! Do you understand?" She places her right palm over woman's vagina and over the region of soft skin between the vagina and rectum. And she can already feel another bulge forming in her hand. This time it is a solid object, though, not just a yellowish fluid filled membrane as only seconds ago.
„Don't push, I said! You'll hurt yourself!“
But the woman won't listen to her. „It's coming out!“ she moans and starts to push, no matter the damage to her body.
And the bulge in doctor's hand gets bigger and bigger. It is slippery, covered in amniotic fluit and mucus. Its front, or crown, or however to call it, is soft, very much skin-like and covered with hair or very fine fur, though offcourse soaked in fetal fluid.
As the object moves down the birth canal, progressing towards the vagina, it stresses the vaginal lips until they get almost crimson red and about to tear. Spot in between the vagina and rectum is already rock solid.
„Stop pushing, darling! Your genitals can't stretch like that so fast!“
But then again, she won't listen to her, and so the doctor at least tries to slow down the process manually by any means possible. She applies pressure with the palm and tries to hold the bulge inside.
„Nurse!“ she shouts over her shoulder, but nobody answers. „I said nurse!“ she repeats even more ferociously.
But no answer again. As if she already forgotten, she and her pacient aren't alone. The whole department is buzzing with nurses and doctors, as there are ten more women living through the same thing as the one on the table in front of her eyes. Ten more already here and twenty others en-route.
„Nurse!? Anyone! Hand me a lube!“
„Aye, ma'am, give me a second,“ one of the android nurses manages somehow to brake away from a complicated birth just a table across. She hears the other woman crying and moaning. One of the doctors around her table holds a suction cup in her hands, prepared to help the thing in the woman's stomach come out.
A lube lands in her opened left palm. „Here ya go, doc,“ says android nurse, hurrying back to her table.
„Thanks!“
As she gets back to her patient, whose vagina she just is holding in her right palm, doc squeezes a bit of lube on the labia and lubricates them, so the fetus, if it can be called like that, can come out more easily.
„Here, that should help a bit,“ she says.
And the woman, young brown eyed blonde with medium sized breasts and a huge round belly, starts to push again. This time even stronger than before.
„Oh, dear, where do you hurry?“
„I must get it out!“ shouts the blonde. „Can't have it inside any longer!“
The labia soaked in lube slip around the fetus and the hairy crown with a sphere like shape behind pops out. — More amniotic fluid gushes out, staining her shirt and her doctor coat. Another part of the gush ends up right in her face.
„Sorry, doc! Really sorry!“ the blonde shakes her head apologiously. „Oh god,“ her voice gets more serious. „Here it comes again! Aaaargh!“
She closes her eyes and frowns as she starts pushing again. Stronger than ever before. Every muscle in her womb and in her stomach contracts.
„Good, good!“ shouts doc, securing the strange fetus with both her hands. „Here it goes... Here it goes! Push, darling! Push!!!“
And then in just a moment the whole thing comes out of her, and so does the rest of the fetal fluid, which was inflating her little belly into such a monstrous size. It is everywhere. On the table, on the floor... Doc's clothes are all wet.
The woman falls completely exhausted on her back. And for the first time in the last thirty minutes she releases the firm grasp of her thights as she lays both hands alongside her strained body.
„It's out!“ informs her the doctor. „Whatever it is, it's out.“
There's a slight smile forming on her face. And the blonde, Brandi is her name, smiles too.
„I know,“ she says, very much relieved.
Doc's eyes then slip back to the thing laying on the table in between Brandi's legs. Though it just came out of a young, healthy girl's womb, it doesn't look anything like a human baby. Sure, it shares some similar feature like soft beige skin and the head-like sphere covered with hair in front, but the rest... well...
She has never seen anything like that, and as there seems to be no record of such an occurence in the centralized archives, neither did anyone of her android colleagues around the globes. At least not until twelve PM, twenty fourth july twenty two eighteen.
The fetus, and she strongly hesitates to call it that way, looks somehow like a small squid. The hairy spherical crown in the front is separated from the rest of the body by a narrowed neck-like stalk. She tries to move with the 'head' but the whole organism, or whatever it is, is rigid.
Behind the neck there is much longer posterior part, about the same thickness as the head. It lacks hair and detailed texture, almost like it was covered in a thick layer of silicone.
Moving to the rear end the posterior part gets narrower and narrower, with four rounded fins evenly placed around the longitudinal axes of the body.
From the very rear end, where the squid would normally have its head and tentacles, comes out the umbilical cord, through which the organism presumeably gathered oxygen and nutrients from the mother's body, as would normally a human fetus did as well.
In five years of her medical service she brought to this world thousands of babies. She might not really be sure, what did she brought to it this time, but her machine experience tells her to emasculate the cord and disconnect it. And so she prepares all the tools necessary for the procedure.
Her clothes are completely wet. The amnicotic fluid is still warm. It has a distinctive sweet smell.
The tools are ready. She emasculates the cord behind the posterior part of the squid's body and clamps it on the Brandi's side. Before she makes the cut, though, she further inspects a bit.
The umbilical is a bit thicker than usual. It has a deep greyish blue color and there is a matrix of darker colored veins wrapped around its whole length. Strangely, it is not pulsating with life anymore. As if somebody choked a valve on the placenta side and stopped the blood from flowing completely.
After a brief moment Doc finally decides to carry and do her job she was programmed to do. But the very moment she wants to cut the umbilical off, Brandi's stomach starts convulsing again. She moans.
„Something is happening, doctor,“ she says. „My stomach, it hurts.“
Doc inspects her belly with both hands, than she moves down to the vagina. Umbilical cord is coming through the stretched birth canal like some sort of a strange power cable. She moves it asside witch one hand and stretches the labia even more with thw other one. Than she puts four fingers inside and inspects the inards of Brandi's genitals. She can still feel the cord going along her hand.
Another contraction. Brandi quickly returns to her previous position: legs wide open – up in the air, holding her thighs with both hands, pushing uncontrollably.
„Aaargh! There's more! I have to push it out! I have to push it out!!!“
„Wait wait wait wait, Brandi!“ doc gets kind of freaked out. She has never seen progressing it that fast. „Hold on, girl, hold on, take a deep breath, darling...!“
„I have to push it out!!!“ repeats Brandi frantically and indeed she does.
Moaning than a loud gushing sound. — Disconnected placenta with the rest of the amniotic sac and its contents rolls out of Brandi's vagina like a fat man on a toboggan. The other end of the umbilical is flushed out as well and lays now on the table like a body of a dead greyish blue snake.
It's over.
Who am I? A colonial Marine. What am I? Mean son of a b*tch. --- I came here to conquer, I'm gonna go and get some.
And yea, I can't wait to see more! I like the implication that the things aren't alive unless the women have sex while they're carrying them, though I really want to know how they got there in the first place.
