Back up against a wall

Thinking this must have been one of the shortest incubation periods ever, you do your best to back away from the pool, eventually finding yourself outside of the hallway, up against the wall a few feet away from its opening. The contractions continue off and on, forcing you down to the ground as a large amount of fluid erupts from your pussy, escaping outside of the open bottom of the long, black dress. As if it understands what's going on, the dress again fades from view, leaving you naked with your back pressed against the wall as the eggs begin to come out.

Almost fortunately, they slide out before breaking, each falling a foot to land on the ground with a loud knocking sound. One egg after another finds its way out of your body, each roughly the size of a softball, and if it weren't for the **** of your contractions you'd be worried about their ability to exit your body. Instead, each one simply forces the walls of your sex apart, becoming easier and easier with each subsequent egg. You can't help but orgasm from the sensation, losing control every third egg or so.

Eventually, the contractions subside, and you push the last egg from your body, seconds before the first of the cracking noises begin. Lines break across the surfaces of some of the earlier eggs, and shells begin to fall apart as tiny driders crawl out. They're all female, the spitting image of their original mother, though a few have a slightly rounder face, or the deep brown eyes that match your own. Most of them completely ignore your gasping form, though a few climb over your legs as they all head for the exit to the cave, likely heading back towards the drider's lair.