Rachel was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen eating her piece of pie. Instinctively, she was stroking her belly with the small child who was hiding in it. She wondered about all this. She had always wanted to be a mother and have a large family. Hunter was giving her some semblance of what she could build. However... he was not her child. The little guy was not her species. Wonder how Hunter would look as Komodo Dragon.
She recalled something. It was a long time ago. Who did she talk to back then.... hmm... "regression"? She checked on the Internet. Mostly dictionary definitions. She typed in "regression" and added "phenomenon". Cellular regression is the process of undoing or reversing biological processes. Scroll through the article below. "Perhaps some anthro species have the ability to perform sponanic regression." Spontaneous regression? How would that work? "An organism with a weakened or severely undeveloped immune system can be colonized by foreign genetic material." Seriously? She read below. "The host becomes the starting point.... blah blah blah... it sounds like a conspiracy theory. She crinkled her eyes. What the hell. "The womb becomes an incubator acting as if in reverse gear. Instead of pushing out it absorbs the foreign body, it makes it its own." She read it again and again and again. How could this happen? Here the author of the text is very lavish and gives evasive answers. "Ultimately, the target is supposed to be the ovum. In the womb is supposed to be an only oocyte."
The ova that is ready for insemination.
for insemination
insemonation
ova
She went through the article again. There were odd words like raw exposure and intermediary mother or meiosis donor. "Once the limit is reached, the process drives itself."
How long had Hunter been hiding in her womb? When was he last sick? Did he feel worse when Rachel was not around? Was she giving him her DNA? How? How the hell? She has been his babysitter since... since... for how long for god's sake! After all, she had a phone! She checked her calendar... Fuck! The phone fell on the hard floor of the kitchen. The cracked screen showed nothing but the last page of the article. "Personality changes... no back... No no no! Such things do not happen in reality! After all, if it did, it would surely be widely publicized. Right? Right? There was still a link under. "Well-known medical biologist locked up with mental hospital." Rachel settled on the floor. Her head was spinning.
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