HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 6 (22/?) (Patreon)

You float over to the glowing screen and scan the keycard.

It beeps and the door opens. Inside, it's dark, almost pitch-black. You remember that you can produce light and roll up your sleeve to guide you. You spot more cargo floating about as well as a lot more crystals. It almost feels like the inside of a geode, each reflection and refraction glittering from the pale light. You do your best to avoid touching the mysterious gemstone as you're afraid of whatever pain it will induce again. You keep Emmett close as you both venture into the darkness. You feel a deep resonance throughout your entire body as you continue down the length of the cargo bay. Something big is up ahead and almost feels like it's calling to you. You push past canisters and broken filtration meshes from bins that are cracked open. You find footing on shelf supports or crates lodged inside the crystal. You turn corners looking for an exit but most seem to be sealed off by the mineral mass. The more turns you make, the more of a maze it becomes. You turn around and peer into the darkness, unsure of the direction you came from. Though you feel somewhat nervous, the low vibration that runs through your body gives you a deep sense of calm... but only for a moment.

That tranquility quickly fades as your stomach jolts and you're reminded of future motherhood. You feel it swell and your spacesuit stretches tightly around your belly. You clench up, trying to wait for the ache to pass but this time, the swelling doesn't stop; you groan as you feel the first signs of movement. The blobs of goo have started to take form and are now bouncing around inside you. Emmett drifts over and mouths, 'W-What's wrong?'

You gesture at your stomach weakly; the nausea-induced pain leaves you gasping for air. You look around the cargo bay for something, anything to relieve this pressure. You think cutting yourself open will allow the spiderkits to escape, though you wonder if letting them loose is a good idea. You're not sure how your body will react— perhaps it will repair itself like it did with your hand. You gulp, trying to stop them from coming up your throat and out your mouth. Emmett gestures at something and you turn to see a medical kit against the wall. You push yourself off a nearby shelf and nearly slam into the wall from your hasty movements. You yank the medkit off the wall and rip into it to see what you can use. Its contents float all around you: there are a few injection pens with different labels on them, some kind of diagnostic scanner, antiseptic nylon bandages, a defibrillator, safety shears, a couple of spray cans. You feel your stomach lurch and the discomfort is immeasurable. Your plant body starts to react as well. The roots underneath your skin twist and turn to create more space for the rapidly maturing slime inside you. You unzip yourself and let your stomach hang freely. You watch in horror as your pelvis begins to widen and the beginnings of lady parts start to form. You reach out to grab...

> the shears.
> an anti-toxin injection pen.
> a polymer applicator.
> a gemstone.
> Emmett, as you give birth.

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