A silk hammock

The first thing you notice is someone shaking you. The second is the throbbing pain between your legs and in your womb. You groan as you crack open your eyes. "Wha–?" Then your eyes settle on your gravid belly, and you remember.

Suddenly, you realise it is long past when you were supposed to be up. You immediately move to try to get out of the hammock, only to come face to face with your mistress.

"You are lucky that I know how draining the implantation process is for the host. I will not punish you for your lateness today, but it has been noted. I do not want to have to hurt you, Tarissa, but you did choose to be my ****, and that comes with certain rules. Now go and do your duties."

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You perform your morning duties as quickly as you can. Mistress's trap webs were empty, so all it amounts to is cooking and eating your own breakfast, but the lumpy mass bulging out in front of you is a significant impediment. When you move, the eggs shift, causing sharp twinges of pain as the strain is redistributed.

"Tarissa," calls Mistress once you are finished, "assist me in putting my armour on."

"Yes, Mistress."

As you 'assist' (read, 'put it all on for her'), she gazes down at you, occasionally gently rubbing a hand over your egg-filled bulge. "Hmm," she says after a while, "we will likely be going into some dangerous places. I will need to obtain some **** armour for you, and maybe a weapon too. Enough to allow you to defend yourself at any rate. Might need to go back into Arachne territory for that, but I refuse to deal with mother's smugness that I actually went through with laying my eggs in you. I guess we will head north today and visit the capital, there should be at least one armourer and enchanter there who can make what we need."