[KrocodileKrew]

Twofor nodded. "Sadly, I can't let you go back to Earth -- except to say goodbye to any friends and famiy you may have and to introduce the most trustworthy of them to our son, after the birth." He observed the first semblences of a placenta with quiet excitement, but his face showed no emotion. "I feel I should warn you: there's a reason you're only having one -- the process of carrying that one son alone will seem surplus for your tastes soon. Like I said, you will carry for six months, but he will be the size of one of your Earthen children just before birth (if not a little bigger) the whole of that time. Keep in mind also, your body is not designed to carry. Even the extensive measures our bio-engineers have taken to prepare your body for breeding can only limit the impact. The Blessing of Sons begins as a slow and painful one; by the time you are ready to deliver the boy inside you, your body will be screaming for mercy. "

Despite his words, the Myrmidon smiled and put his strong hands on Thomas' shoulders. "I promise it will get better, though. Once you've said your goodbyes, we'll go back to my homeworld with the rest of my people aboard this ship; I will be made a full-fledged warrior and you will be my breeder. After the first Blessing, you will find it ever easier to bare my sons -- and even the first may not be as painful as I make it sound." He took one of Thomas' hands in his own and kissed the knuckles of his fingers. "Once I've earned enough fame to lead my own men, I'll be able to make you my husband. That will make you officially part of my people's society. Would you like that?" As he said those words, Thomas's belly bent and expanded, a curve appearing on his tummy that became a round shape and continued to grow.