He was sleeping.

When I come to, he is sleeping. His head is on my chest, and his cock is still sealed tightly inside me.

I pull it free, with an audible pop. Only a tiny stream of sperm spills out. My belly is no longer bulging. My breasts are back to simply being huge, rather than beyond human limits. My whole body feels mildly sore, but somehow it’s positively delightful. I feel lighter than air. Everything tingles, especially my belly.

I look in the mirror. I look like the picture of perfect radiance. My skin is glowing, and I can’t suppress a smile. My horns are gone, and my eyes are normal. There’s no mark on my womb.

I turn and look at the man. He is sleeping peacefully. He looks a bit pale, and his penis is shriveled like a raisin.

I put a hand on my belly. I knew instinctively that three of my eggs had been fertilized by this man. I could feel it, somehow. They were tingling, filling my body with warmth and peace.

I look at my phone. I have a message from Jamie. He seems to be awake. I tell him I went to lunch with a friend.