"Lyla's beast, doesn't want out."

"Lyla doesn't want out. Or her transformed state, at least." The nurse said, poking at your pained navel as you felt the struggles cease. "And though I might be able to induce labour into you. Given how strong Lyla is, I doubt I she could be pushed out, even with assistence."

"What do you mean, unwilling?" You cried out, winching as you felt the transformed beast stretch inside you. "One moment, she was howling to get out, clawing all inside me throughout the night. And now you're telling me that Lyla's beast, ain't wanting to get out?!"

Even with the photograph's of having a healthy cervix, buried within the scanned images being projected on screen. Somehow, you still felt that the inner beast isn't clawing at your sealed cervix. But rather, holding it more tighter than you could try to wedge it open.

"You see what I'm seeing just now." The nurse said. "Holding the cervical valve like that, is one means in which a parasitic baby syndrome could form." She also pointed at the umbilical cord being formed. "Given enough time. It might progress to the stage of said baby beginning to influence you, as a surogate host. To the point you might go from hearing voices, to losing control over your body. But that's thankfully, a rarity among this complication..."

"Outside of the hearing voices, and feeling maternal cravings kick in. You'll likely experience the usual pregnancy cravings, from longer term ingestion within the womb. Those pains will pass with time." The nurse spoke. A feeling that didn't help with how that wolfess stretched your womb.

"How can I stop get her out?!" You cried, winching as you felt a claw stray within your guts. A sight the nurse took note of your current state.

"You might be able to get Lyla out, if your body starts regressing her. However, if it doesn't lead to that beast loosening it's grip on your cervical entry. It could eventually, turn terminal for her."

"I'd say more. But the other complication is. That beast could also have the chance of breaking free of your gut." The nurse said. "The fact you're still standing without being eaten on the inside is in that lens, a miracle. But then, I'd have to give you checks, in case you end up having more complications inherited from Lyla's... nature."

"Like what?"

"Oh, Lycanthropy." The nurse stated, looking at the monitor showing your x-ray. "Which, likely explains why that beast has decided to stay in. It doesn't want to revert back to Lyla."

Hearing, or feeling your belly howl in contentment. Brought another pang of sickness to your stomach. Even as it felt that beast was hugging you internally.

"Well. That explains your answer. Try to regress her, or dominate her beastly form. Least it treats you as it's eternal lair."

"Good grief..." You spoke. The feeling of possessive smugness coursing through your hormone riddled body. Not helping the migraine of having a still transformed beast, not willing to bulge from your womb.

Unless you try to start regressing, or *absorbing* the werewolf. Which, is both arousing. And not without it's complications involving Lyla's Lycanthony...