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Nyx winced at the slight sting in their groin area, watching the doctor empty the syringe's contents straight into their bodies.

"There you go."

"Wait, that's it?"

"Of course it is. Though you might experience a few side effects for the following days, like a couple of cramps... But it shouldn't be anything too bad."

"Huh."

The goat scratched their head, somewhat disappointed. When they had answered to the sort of suspicious job offer from that "Lil' Pals Inc." company for product testing, they hadn't really expected... this. Though if anything, this was relieving; those scenarios of them getting kidnapped, or sent to a weird, unethical testing facility in the middle of nowhere were already fading away now as they made their way out of the building.

Looking down at their phone, they sighed, "The things I'd do for money... But I didn't really have a choice. At least rent is paid..."

An odd, though supposedly "miraculous" organism feeding on urine. The scientists that had welcomed Nyx had told them it was part of a project to help incontinent people; if they never needed to pee, then they'd never have any wetting accidents. This sounded so simple, and yet, the caprine couldn't believe it was that easy to create something that would take care of all the urine someone could produce. Besides, they'd have to expel waste too, right?

Still, whatever this thing was, it wasn't all that bad. With the amount of money they had gotten from this "job", they'd likely be set for a little while. And this was only the advance, too; according to them they'd pay more depending on how many reports and updates the goat would send.

Later that evening, just before going to bed, Nyx stopped, picking up their phone with a sigh.

"Alright... Let's see if I can find some free journaling app to keep track of this dumb stuff..."

Scratching their head, they browsed the app store. Something as routine as keeping a journal wasn't their type at all, but the appeal of money was strong- stronger than their laziness, at least.

After downloading the first cheap app they could find, they made a quick entry, typing on their phone: "Day 1: Nothing really happened, tbh" before turning it off and tiredly throwing it on their desk. The most annoying part about all of this was that they were told they'd probably still have to pee for the first few days- that felt like it kind of defeated the point of having an "anti-incontinent" medical aid.

"I guess I can't blame them if they're still testing stuff..."

Muttering to themselves, Nyx went to bed.

The first surprise the goat had to deal with was waking up in the morning; they usually kept waking up in the middle of the night for a bathroom break, and the sight of the blinding sun rays first thing in the morning after crawling out of their blanket was unusual.

Still, the urging pressure in their bladder was all they needed to know that the "Bladblocker", as the docs called it, had not quite entirely done its job. With another huff, they stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing their phone along the way.

"Day 2: Still gotta take leaks. At least didn't wake up in the middle of the night for one though so there's that I guess", they typed as they flushed the bowl, heading towards their kitchen.

Eating breakfast. Getting ready for work. Working their shitty cashier job for the entire day. Coming home wanting to fucking murder the entitled idiots that kept complaining at them and asking to see their manager; a perfectly normal day, in short. In fact, Nyx had many, many perfectly normal days. Their "report diary" was filled with nearly identical entries, more or less lazily written depending on their motivation. If anything, the only difference they noticed was that they needed to take less and less bathroom breaks as time passed, which, if anything, was a downside; more time spent at the checkout meant more time spent forced to smile at people he wanted to maul for being so stupid.

It wasn't until the third week before the goat felt a tiny little pang in their lower belly. Thankfully it was after their hours, as they were heading home- it had been so light they would never have noticed it during work. A sudden knot appeared in their throat; so far, nothing really had happened, but this minuscule cramp had been a rough reality check. Gulping, Nyx pulled out their phone and typed out a new entry:

"Day 24. Looks like something's finally happening. I got my first cramp."

Anxiously, the caprine put their phone away. Hopefully, the entries wouldn't get worse from here on out, right...?

For a while, they didn't. Every now and then another cramp would hit; sometimes Nyx went on for three days without feeling anything, sometimes they'd feel it twice in a day.

"Thank you for your purchase! Have a nice day!" they beamed, waving at yet another client as they left. Suddenly the goat let out an almost inaudible snort of pain, feeling an unnaturally strong cramp hit their bladder.

"Hi!"

The voice of a - thankfully - polite customer brought them right back into their working mindset before anxiety overwhelmed them. They couldn't afford a break even for a split second- picking up the pace the caprine resumed their work, a bit of an upset rush in their movements. That pain made them realize: what if there had been many more cramps? What if they had been so absorbed in their work they missed dozens- no, hundreds of them, and something was happening to them? What if the fact it hurt bad enough they felt it during rush hour meant it was too late to save them? What if...

"Day 57. It's been a week since the cramps have stopped. I think I haven't needed to go to the bathroom to pee for three weeks now. It's kinda weird. Though I swear I can feel... kinda full? Like my bladder is starting to fill up, but nowhere near bad enough so that I feel like I have to take a leak. It's barely noticeable though, and I can easily go on about my day forgetting about it." Dropping their phone, Nyx stared down at their belly, gently rubbing their skin. Was it finally over? Or maybe this was the calm before the storm?

They no longer skipped entries. Everyday, a new report was added to the app, the caprine's motivation kept afloat by an odd mix of curiosity and anxiety. Cramps had all but disappeared- stopped so abruptly Nyx was wondering why they were happening in the first place. However, they noticed their bladder felt fuller with time. At first, the difference was so small that they weren't even sure it was actually happening. It took them two weeks to notice that they weren't imagining things: their bladder was getting fuller. Slowly but surely, as they kept track of the organism's evolution, their discomfort increased, their brain flooding them with an increasingly powerful urge to pee.

"Day 123. I'm at a point where I always feel like I gotta pee. It's pretty strong, enough that I can't keep my mind off of it. It's not desperate yet, though. Like, it's the 'I can keep it in for a few more hours' kind of urge. Also I think my belly has grown a little bit?... It doesn't look as flat as it usually does. Have I been putting on weight?"

Curious, Nyx decided to keep track of their waistline. The feeling of pants turning just a little bit too tight, of bloatedness, of feeling their stomach just a little bit more when lying down on it... A few checks with measuring tape confirmed the goat's doubts: their lower midriff was swelling.

"Day 146. I look fucking pregnant. I swear to god-- it's like. Barely visible, but still shows a bit. Like I'm in the early months or something. And my bladder is getting worse; I really want to piss all the time. I even reflexively go to the bathroom, ready to take a leak, and then nothing happens. Is this because of that weird thing in me?"

At this point, the caprine was stuck in a dilemma: whether to keep going with the reports to earn more money, or call it quits and ask that "Lil' Pals Inc" company what in the world was going on. Nothing dire had happened to them, but they didn't want to push their luck- still, the scientists did say this was completely safe.

But the more time passed, the more doubts Nyx had. Other unnatural symptoms began showing up: they could see their belly swelling further; they could feel something lurch and squirm inside their body; the ever-increasing urge to pee began driving them crazy.

"Day 173. I think I'm actually pregnant. I just thought it was this weird thing inside me growing bigger, but my belly is just too big and round now. There's no way it's just that living thingy they put in me. Did I actually get my bladder impregnated? I don't think I can keep going much longer. I've started masturbating to just feel the relief from squirting something out of my dick-- I have to make up for the inability to pee in some way."

A few days after that entry, Nyx woke up in the middle of the night with a yelp of pain. Their attention was immediately brought to their clenching pelvis. With every squeeze they could feel the hurt from that urge to pee having reached its limits, their flaccid shaft oozing a wet, clear liquid.

Confused and panicked they shoved their blanket out of the way, sitting up to get a proper view of their own body. Each time their bladder contracted they groaned in pain, their over-stretched insides straining around... something. Something big and hard. And whatever that was, it was moving towards their cock.

"Oh fuck. Shit. Am I-- Am I about to give birth? What the actual fuck is going on--"

Nyx shouted in pain once more, their body squeezing out whatever it was it had been gestating. Their penis twitched slightly, the base just barely swelling outwards as the unidentified body was being pushed out.

In a desperate attempt at speeding things up, the goat clenched their muscles in rhythm with their reflexes, hoping for the best. With each groan, with each yowl, with each centimeter deeper their digits dug into their mattress, they were giving birth through their urethra. With tears in their eyes they watched the round-ish bulge work its way out of their cock: the base, halfway through, then almost at the tip. They could feel their slit already dilating in preparation for their parasitic delivery.

"Oh god-- it's... I think it's coming!..."

Closing their eyes shut, the caprine squeezed as hard as they could, their scream turning into a shriek as they threw their head back, feeling the hard body push out of their cock-- until a _ POP! _ rang in their ears. The relief was instantaneous and immense, so much so that when Nyx regained consciousness, they realized they had been panting with exhaustion for two whole minutes. Looking down, the first thing they spotted was the smooth sphere lying on the floor, covered in yellow goop.

"Is that... Is that a fucking egg?"

They reached down, wincing at the pain from their insides; their urethra felt like it was on fire, but their middle had shrunk a bit. This was quite likely the only good news from this whole situation.

Reaching for their phone, Nyx took a few pictures of the "egg", before standing up.

"I have... I have to find these guys again. There's something wrong with me."

All they had left to do was contact them again. With their heart beating, the caprine composed the phone number that had been given to them...