“As you wish,” the turtle agrees.

You lurch as you start to grow. Hands, arms, legs, hair, shell receding and posture changing. Human. “Oh thank god,” you mutter then frown. Your belly. It’s round. “Hang on... am I pregnant?” Your belly is huge. Your breasts swollen and large.

“I cannot end life... but well I inseminated a clutch of your eggs. So yes. You’re pregnant.” He says.

“A clutch... how many is a clutch?” You ask the turtle.