[SimonBrownMpreg]

Nearly a week passed before anything of significance happened. Telling night from day down in the nest would have been impossible if not for the mantis actually going to sleep at night. Khell took every advantage to sleep, because sleep was far better than enduring the growth of the eggs. His fecund belly looked big enough for a dozen young. Every other day, the mantis would pump him full of nectar, which the eggs soaked up greedily.

Today, his burgeoned womb quivered and rippled. Khell felt as though he had a terrible case of heartburn, like a lump of bile was trying to crawl up out of his throat. He leaned forward as much as possible, gagging, but only thick amounts of saliva pooled out of his mouth and down his chin. "Wh-What's happening to me?" Khell moaned. Again, his belly rippled, and he coughed up more spit and traces of digested nectar.