You looked at the eggs, gulping as though they might suddenly hatch, shooting one of the bug beasts at you like a damn Chestburster. Still, you hesitantly reached out, placing a hand on one of the closest eggs. It was surprisingly warm, and at your touch you could feel something moving around inside. This was like a gross version of touching a pregnant woman's stomach. Gross... but somehow fulfilling. Oh god, what the fuck was she doing to you!?