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"Frogs don't give live birth."

That was my immediate first thought when presented with the long, reddened ovipositor of the massive frog, already wet and dripping with need. My chest heaved as waves of cooling relief washed over me with that knowledge. Yeah. Frogs don't give live birth. This is just a stray, very confused, very horny male that confused me with a fertile female of its own species. They weren't exactly the brightest beings. There was a reason they laid so many eggs.

When I had heard Pixie talking about the dangers of Gargantuan Swamp, I was immediately intrigued, as a biology major. She had sworn up and down that she'd seen Rosalynn go into the swamp and come back out with a big, swollen belly full of some creature's young. It was anyone's guess what she was carrying; the poor girl wouldn't so much as make a peep, too hot and heavy and embarrassed of her indeed very pregnant belly of mysterious origin. I tried to coax out of her which creature did this to her, or if it was a creature at all, but she shook her head every time I asked about the origins of the young in her womb. The last we heard from her, she disappeared into the thick forest just off-campus our private college, and we haven't heard from her since.

There was a search party for Roselynn now, but I was assigned with (volunteered for) the task of scouting the swamp to put these rumors to rest. If there was indeed a creature in this place that impregnated human girls with its young, then the whole place would need to be quarantined and studied by our zoology department until the creature that did this was better understood. I took two steps into the swamp, heavy with humidity and the sound of mosquitos, before immediately being grabbed by the giant frog that now pinned me to its ballroom-sized lilypad and showed off its penis, as if proud of the thing.

But frogs don't give live birth. So I could relax, even if I couldn't run away, immobilized under the amphibian's massive weight. Whatever young this creature was trying to put in me would never be viable. Our chromosomes were nowhere near the same.

The penis gently prodded against my vulva, testing the hairy thing for an entrance, snapping me out of my thoughts. A wave of disgust at its slimy texture hit me, but I pushed it down with deep, heavy breathing. I just had to ride this out. It'd be fine. Again the tip of the thing poked my lower regions, hard and ready. Come on---just get it in and over with already! God, if I had one of my arms free I wouldn't even try to escape, I'd just spread my lower lips so this could be over with faster.

One more poke and the frog found what it was looking for; my vagina, easily penetrated by the creature's long, slimy dick, pre-lubed like no human man's penis could be and reaching all the way back against---into?---my cervix. I threw my head back and cried out loudly as it proved to be the latter. My whole belly felt ready to burst and white-hot for a few moments, gradually ebbing away as it adjusted to the penetration. The frog remained emotionless as ever, eyes far away and thoughtless as all its species, even if its body knew exactly what it was doing. I pleaded for it to get started so I could leave sooner.

And start it did, for soon enough I felt its entire penis writhe and throb with effort, pumping what I assumed to be cum directly into my uterus. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hit a couple spots in its movement that made this whole thing a little easier. I rolled my hips into those movements, and the frog scrambled to push inside deeper, more secure into my delicate innards. Gush after gush of heavy, slimy something poured into me, and the deep breathing exercises I had been taught in band were all I could do to tolerate it. Three pumps. Four. Five. Six. Seven…the frog kept going, a seemingly infinite amount of semen in its loins, much to my groaning body's dismay. Already my belly felt pulled taut, stiffening under the newfound pressure of my slowly expanding uterus, making room for all this cum. All I could do was watch with slow, shameful arousal as I was pumped into like a water balloon.

Finally when my spine felt like it was minutes from snapping and I could hardly see a thing over my swollen belly, complete with a popped bellybutton, the frog was satisfied and pulled out. Its dick went limp and a bit of cum dripped out of-

…wait.

Wait. No.

No no no no no.

That wasn't cum. It was the wrong color and too spherical. As the creature retracted its "penis" and hopped away from the lilypad, I rolled onto my side with some effort, then got onto my hands and knees for a closer look. The extra object that had dripped out of its penis was round and coated in a thin, malleable membrane, with a small speck of black in the center, gently writing.

…it was an egg. This wasn't a male frog. It was a female ovipositor, and she had just filled my belly with dozens, if not hundreds of her eggs.

Groaning in frustration, I laid back down on the too-big lilypad. Ugghh. How could I be so stupid?! Letting a frog fuck me in the first place was bad enough, but I didn't even check if it was male or female, really. And now here I was with a belly painfully stretched out like a beach ball, all full of eggs. I just assumed they laid eggs in the water, like some sort of imbecile, instead of using smaller prey like me as an egg sack.

That's all I was now. An egg sack.

…something about that line of thought sent electricity through my body, warming me from the inside out. Oh. Oh my god. I was turned on from the thought of carrying another species' young. From having tiny eggs squirm around in my belly, gushing out of me when they were ripe and ready…I covered my face in embarrassment and curled up. No wonder they sent me into this bog so willingly. How could I go back to my old life like this, swollen to the point of hardly being able to sit up, much less stand?

The truth was, I really couldn't. Not with this spawn still inside me. But I still had a mission to fulfill. These frogs were dangerous, and both Rosalynn and I would be proof enough of it. Who knew who else they'd impregnate if left to their own devices? So I take my flare in my hand, readying myself for the shame session of my life, and fire it into the sky.