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The girl showered quickly, then wrapped the towel around her. She dried off, then looked at her naked self in the mirror. In Victorian times, she'd be considered one of the beautiful women, but in this day she was ugly. She picked the towel up, covered herself in disgust and got dressed.
Her name was Cindy Thomas, and she had an alien inside her. She wasn't pregnant, in the traditional sense. It was an alien symbiont. Cindy grew up poor in the southeastern corner of a northwestern state. She'd graduated from the local high school, and she wanted more than anything to be a veterinarian. Instead of continuing her schooling, however, Cindy packed what she needed and decided to treat her wanderlust.  Realizing she'd still need money, she applied for a position at a global temp agency. Upon hiring, she received a cell phone with unlimited anything.
One night, she saw a large flaming orb in the sky, then felt a slight tremor. Curious, she went in the direction of the orb. Not expecting to find anything; she was astounded to come across a crater, about a meter in diameter.
Excited, she dropped her pack. The sun was going down, but there was still enough light to see. She slid down into the crater, waving steam away from the object. The thing was metallic, and fiercely charred, pitted. Cindy reached towards it, to flip it over. In the process scorching her fingers. She couldn't make out any details that might make it abnormal, but it didn't bother her.
After a few minutes more of examination, she climbed out of the crater, grabbed her pack, went back down and unrolled her sleeping bag beside the object. She didn't feel like building a fire that night. The meteorite could keep her warm.
Sometime during the night, she'd felt a sharp pain. She'd had her period about two weeks ago, and figured it was an ovulation, but more painful than usual. The pain had subsided as quickly as it had begun, and she returned to that land of dreams where anything is possible. When she woke the next morning she packed up, taking the meteorite with her.
Over the next month, she'd occasionally feel something squirming inside her. Being sensible, she attributed it to her imagination, as well as the fact that she was re-reading Parasite Rex . The mystery of the missing period, however, was something she couldn't ignore. One week was entirely likely, two weeks; still plausible, but three weeks was when she began to worry.
She'd even been severely nauseous in the mornings, but had thought that was a result of taking her medication with coffee only. By then, Cindy was as scared as a mouse in a lion's den. She didn't believe in religion, and she didn't want to be the one to prove human parthenogenesis was possible. She  did not want to give birth to a clone of herself. She didn't want to give birth at all. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The embarrassment of buying the pregnancy test was an experience she never wanted to relive. The way the cashier looked at Cindy changed drastically, going from apathetic to shock, followed by pity. Cindy wished she could reach into her bag and pull out her knife, teach this woman a thing or two about wearing her emotions on her sleeve.
Usually, she would've found a place to camp out for the night, but that night had been different. She rented a hotel room. She hadn't been able to keep her mind busy for the fifteen minutes the test took for the different chemicals to react together. Eventually she set her watch alarm and lay prone, her face buried in the pillow.
Time was up, she looked at the strip. Blue. Blue! No! It couldn't be. She cried herself to sleep that night. The next morning, she planned what she'd do. No doctor would believe she was still a virgin. She'd also be forced to stay in the same place.
Deciding to take things into her own hands, she went back to the store, bought things to keep herself and the baby healthy. By some strange chance she ended up going to the same cashier as before. This time the clerk just smiled at her apologetically.
Weeks afterward, feeling depressed with herself, downright suicidal, she felt something squirm inside of her. Cindy started to feel sick. Be at ease. She heard. She looked around. No one but her and the cars on the highway. She didn't believe in god, do it couldn't be that.
"Who are you?" She asked, walking on, looking ahead.
My name is something your mouthparts can't pronounce. It said. The voice sounded male, yet it seemed to have come from Cindy's own mind.
"What are you? Where are you?" The fleeting thought that she may have gone insane passed through her mind.
After a moment the voice answered, I am not of your world, yet I am inside you. An image of the crater filled her mind. Cindy's step faltered, but she caught herself.
I have an alien inside me? she thought.
You are not pregnant as you think, it told her, I thank you for the use of your body.
How long are you going to stay with me?
The voice had begun to grow faint, I must rest, this interaction has made me weary.
For some reason the interaction had eased Cindy's mind. For some reason, she was more comfortable with an alien, then if it were her own offspring. That had been around six months ago. She'd grown to love the creature. Dubbing it Schmarotzer, the German word for parasite.
There were a few good things about this creature. She healed faster, kinda like Wolverine. It gave her someone to talk to. Every so often, he talked back, and she slowly learned about it. She learned that this planet was inhospitable to it. The trek to her sleeping body, its salvation, had nearly killed it. It was wired into her nervous system, and it could control even the most minute internal workings.
Yet Cindy didn't mind. Schmarotzer had filled the hole inside her soul that nothing else had. It was her constant companion, giving her someone to talk with, and it made her feel whole. She learned that it liked the warmth. It even made her body run hotter, maybe two degrees at the least.
It was always watching, listening and she was glad to oblige it. She tried to answer her questions on humanity. She drew a lot now, while it freed her rational mind.
Cindy made what could be called a mistake by some. She had a fake ID. Her with a taste for beer, and Schamrotzer with his curiosity about human behavior. The barman served her without requiring proof of age. Schmarotzer crooned and purred, pleased with the heat of the place. The man and another girl stared at her. She explains, and the man, he believes her! He proposes living at a special school, one he teaches at.
Cindy agreed, and here she was now. The dorm was brand new. She and one other boy, whom she'd never met, lived in AlienDorm. She dressed lightly, the man was coming today. He said he was a doctor. She believed him. He was tall, with dark hair and a beard. He dressed daily in a black business suit. Cindy was crushing on him, hardcore.
The man, however, was engaged. His name was Ignacious Jones. And he was British. And he was a werewolf. Schmarotzer loved experiencing her twitterpation. Cindy was absolutely enthralled by his English accent and his manners.
Sometime later, there was a knock on the door. She answered quickly, and her heart jumped to her throat. He smiled at her, "I'm not used to making house calls." He said tipping his hat to her. A black bowler this time.
Cindy stepped back from the door, "Well, come on in doctor." He nodded as he stepped past her. She shut the door, and locked it. Schmarotzer hummed curiously. Privacy she thought quickly.
Iggy sat on a wooden chair, putting a black leather bag on the desk beside it. "It's been a long time since someone's called me doctor." His voice carried both longing and relief.
He pulled a manila file out of the bag, thumbing through it. Cindy almost expected him to pull out a pair of reading glasses, to fit the doctor stereotype. He didn't. "You know your blood type, impressive. Looks like I could give you blood if needed." He smiled, the girl wanted to be a doctor, and she was intelligent.
"I used to give blood." Cindy said, hinting at loss. Iggy made a mental note; she had the public service bug.
"We have the same blood type." He commented. Cindy giggled, sitting on the bed, hands on knees, apprehensive to what they might discover.
He looked up from the papers, ones Cindy had filled out herself. "I sometimes forget I'm not human anymore." Cindy smiled, it was tough for her to forget she wasn't ordinary anymore. Looking at the file again, Iggy said, "Interestingly enough, you recall a moment of pain strong enough to wake you from a sound sleep on the estimated time of infestation." Cindy nodded. Schamrotzer started clicking, and… was he growling? He'd never done that before. She blushed. Iggy laughed, his wolf hearing working to his advantage.  "I take it he didn't like that." Cindy nodded, her blush fading, "And yet you call him what I've been told is the German word for parasite." He was genuinely amused, the creature had a sense of pride.
Putting the chart on the desk, Iggy looked at Cindy, "Well," He produced a small bottle of hand sanitizer, squirted some onto his hand, put the bottle on the desk, and began to rub it into his hands, "If you'll lie down, and pull your shirt up, we'll begin."
She did so, "We'll begin by palpating the abdomen." Iggy said, laying his now cool hands on her belly. Schmarotzer, a well-known lover of heat, shied away, however Cindy enjoyed the rough, cool feel of the doctor's hands. She still wasn't used to some of the creature's movements, this was one of them, and it made her mind uneasy.
Iggy heard the wet, visceral noise, the creatures movement had made. He went slowly. Using the pads of his fingers, putting light pressure on them, and then easing up dragging his fingers over her bare skin, after a minute or two of trying not to, Cindy began to laugh.
"Ticklish are you?" He momentarily dropped his professional manner, gave a playful growl and started to honestly tickle her, making her laugh harder. She had to jump up and run to the restroom, lest she wet herself in front of this man. The one old enough to be her own good-for-nothing father, yet who she herself had fallen for.
She returned quickly, and apologized to him. He didn't even try to hide his grin, the glint in his eyes would've betrayed him regardless. She returned to her precious position on the bed, images of him joining her in a wild flurry of passion ran through her mind. She knew it wouldn't happen though, because of the creature inside her, and because of the man's sense of morals and loyalty. She'd die as she'd avowed herself at the age of thirteen.
"Well then," he said, his eyes gleaming in delight, "Shall we continue the examination?"
"Continue," Cindy said boldly, baring her belly again. Now Cindy was on the heavy side, and her belly wasn't close to flat. And she was a little embarrassed.
"Your organs seem correctly placed." Iggy said.
She rolled her eyes, "That's good to know." Iggy didn't tell her of the mass he had felt in the appropriate position. He'd show her later.
He pulled out a device from the bag, a flat plastic paddle with a wire protruding from one end. He attached the other end of the wired device to an LCD monitor he'd produced from the bag.
"How many channels do you get on that thing?" Cindy asked.
"Depends." He said, "Where we're looking, one." He spread conductive gel on the probe, "I apologize, and I understand it doesn't like the cold." Iggy said.  "Are you ready?"
Cindy nodded, "I never thought I'd be in this position." She said. Iggy put the probe to her belly. Schmarotzer squirmed. Iggy heard the wet, visceral sound and almost laughed.
"You've been colder, Schmarotzer." Iggy said. He looked at Cindy, "I need to focus and…" He pushed a few buttons, "there." He held the screen out to her, "any deductions?" He asked her. She took the screen from him, holding it so they both could see.
"He looks like something I drew in high school." She said. Almost like an eye with the optic nerve trailing, a dorsal and ventral fin running his length. Two small ridges were on either side of him, almost in the right position for pectoral fins.
Iggy grinned, "Reminds me of a tadpole." He said, "Seems to have developed its own amniotic sac, it also seems to be connected to roughly seventy five percent of the uterine wall."
"That's more than ordinary, right?" Cindy asked.
Iggy nodded again, "Looks to be approximately a meter long," he stated, "coiled obviously. The eye seems to be five centimeters in diameter." He looked at Cindy.
"How's he been making noise?" Cindy asked. The creature obliged her. What seemed to be two ridges rose, revealing two arms, each sporting a single scythe-like claw.  "Well thanks." Cindy said, "just what I needed to see." Then the top and bottom fins began to vibrate, creating the humming sound.
"Does that answer all of your questions?" Iggy asked.
"Pretty much," Cindy said. Iggy was wiping the gel off the probe with a paper towel. He handed one to Cindy, who began to mop up the now partially liquefied gel.
"Not all of mine." Iggy said, pulling out a grey control box with a wire he attached to the screen, and a long black tube, about a centimeter wide.
"Scope." Cindy said, pointing.
"If you will allow it." Iggy replied. Cindy moved down to the foot of her bed.
"Reminds me of my adventures with the urologists." She muttered.
"I take that as your permission?"
"You are permitted." She said, dropping her underwear. Iggy was wiping more gel on the scope.
"Does he understand what's happening?" Iggy asked, himself having an active imagination. Cindy closed her eyes for a few moments. When she opened them again and met Iggy's blue eyes, there almost seemed to be a different presence than normal.
"He does now." She told him.
"We shall proceed then." Iggy decided. Cindy sat on the very edge of the bed. Iggy pulled a chair close. "Put your feet on my knees." He instructs her.

Cindy looked at the monitor; she never thought she'd see this part of her either. "what's the first thing you noticed?" Iggy asked, manipulating the distal end of the probe.
"Cyanotic," She said. Schmarotzer had temporarily shut off the nerves down there, to prevent any uncomfortable muscle spasms.
"And that means?" Iggy asked.
After a moment, Cindy said, "It means the tissue is heavy with blood vessels. Normally, it would indicate either a number of very serious conditions, now of which I remember the name of right now. or," She paused for a moment, for affect, "I'm pregnant."
Iggy was still smiling, "You are correct." He said, focusing the camera on the purple-grey mass that took up most of the available space. The tissue was extremely thick, blood vessels lay on top of it, separated from the rest of the world by a thin layer of translucent tissue. The membrane was taut, giving it an almost grape-like appearance. He thought he could almost see it pulsating, but he attributed that to his imagination.
Withdrawing the scope, he instructed Cindy to put on her underclothes. She did so. "Now, come over here." He told her. He stood beside the full length mirror. Cindy sat for a moment longer as feeling returned to her. Then stood and placed herself before him.
Iggy placed his hands on Cindy's shoulders, "How do you feel about this creature?" He asked.
After a moment, Cindy looked into Iggy's eyes, her jaw set firm, "Sometimes I love him, sometimes I hate him." She said. The man's eyes betrayed his amusement.
"Lift up your shirt, and suck in your belly. Make yourself look as thin as you possibly can, and look in the mirror." Cindy looked in the mirror, doing as told. She gasped at the softball sized bulge on her abdomen. "I hope you love him a lot," Iggy said, his bag in one hand, tipping his hat as he left. Cindy let her shirt down, unsure what to think. She needed another shower.

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The girl showered quickly, then wrapped the towel around her. She dried off, then looked at her naked self in the mirror. In Victorian times, she'd be considered one of the beautiful women, but in this day she was ugly. She picked the towel up, covered herself in disgust and got dressed.
Her name was Cindy Thomas, and she had an alien inside her. She wasn't pregnant, in the traditional sense. It was an alien symbiont. Cindy grew up poor in the southeastern corner of a northwestern state. She'd graduated from the local high school, and she wanted more than anything to be a veterinarian. Instead of continuing her schooling, however, Cindy packed what she needed and decided to treat her wanderlust.  Realizing she'd still need money, she applied for a position at a global temp agency. Upon hiring, she received a cell phone with unlimited anything.
One night, she saw a large flaming orb in the sky, then felt a slight tremor. Curious, she went in the direction of the orb. Not expecting to find anything; she was astounded to come across a crater, about a meter in diameter.
Excited, she dropped her pack. The sun was going down, but there was still enough light to see. She slid down into the crater, waving steam away from the object. The thing was metallic, and fiercely charred, pitted. Cindy reached towards it, to flip it over. In the process scorching her fingers. She couldn't make out any details that might make it abnormal, but it didn't bother her.
After a few minutes more of examination, she climbed out of the crater, grabbed her pack, went back down and unrolled her sleeping bag beside the object. She didn't feel like building a fire that night. The meteorite could keep her warm.
Sometime during the night, she'd felt a sharp pain. She'd had her period about two weeks ago, and figured it was an ovulation, but more painful than usual. The pain had subsided as quickly as it had begun, and she returned to that land of dreams where anything is possible. When she woke the next morning she packed up, taking the meteorite with her.
Over the next month, she'd occasionally feel something squirming inside her. Being sensible, she attributed it to her imagination, as well as the fact that she was re-reading Parasite Rex . The mystery of the missing period, however, was something she couldn't ignore. One week was entirely likely, two weeks; still plausible, but three weeks was when she began to worry.
She'd even been severely nauseous in the mornings, but had thought that was a result of taking her medication with coffee only. By then, Cindy was as scared as a mouse in a lion's den. She didn't believe in religion, and she didn't want to be the one to prove human parthenogenesis was possible. She  did not want to give birth to a clone of herself. She didn't want to give birth at all. Well, there was only one way to find out.
The embarrassment of buying the pregnancy test was an experience she never wanted to relive. The way the cashier looked at Cindy changed drastically, going from apathetic to shock, followed by pity. Cindy wished she could reach into her bag and pull out her knife, teach this woman a thing or two about wearing her emotions on her sleeve.
Usually, she would've found a place to camp out for the night, but that night had been different. She rented a hotel room. She hadn't been able to keep her mind busy for the fifteen minutes the test took for the different chemicals to react together. Eventually she set her watch alarm and lay prone, her face buried in the pillow.
Time was up, she looked at the strip. Blue. Blue! No! It couldn't be. She cried herself to sleep that night. The next morning, she planned what she'd do. No doctor would believe she was still a virgin. She'd also be forced to stay in the same place.
Deciding to take things into her own hands, she went back to the store, bought things to keep herself and the baby healthy. By some strange chance she ended up going to the same cashier as before. This time the clerk just smiled at her apologetically.
Weeks afterward, feeling depressed with herself, downright suicidal, she felt something squirm inside of her. Cindy started to feel sick. Be at ease. She heard. She looked around. No one but her and the cars on the highway. She didn't believe in god, do it couldn't be that.
"Who are you?" She asked, walking on, looking ahead.
My name is something your mouthparts can't pronounce. It said. The voice sounded male, yet it seemed to have come from Cindy's own mind.
"What are you? Where are you?" The fleeting thought that she may have gone insane passed through her mind.
After a moment the voice answered, I am not of your world, yet I am inside you. An image of the crater filled her mind. Cindy's step faltered, but she caught herself.
I have an alien inside me? she thought.
You are not pregnant as you think, it told her, I thank you for the use of your body.
How long are you going to stay with me?
The voice had begun to grow faint, I must rest, this interaction has made me weary.
For some reason the interaction had eased Cindy's mind. For some reason, she was more comfortable with an alien, then if it were her own offspring. That had been around six months ago. She'd grown to love the creature. Dubbing it Schmarotzer, the German word for parasite.
There were a few good things about this creature. She healed faster, kinda like Wolverine. It gave her someone to talk to. Every so often, he talked back, and she slowly learned about it. She learned that this planet was inhospitable to it. The trek to her sleeping body, its salvation, had nearly killed it. It was wired into her nervous system, and it could control even the most minute internal workings.
Yet Cindy didn't mind. Schmarotzer had filled the hole inside her soul that nothing else had. It was her constant companion, giving her someone to talk with, and it made her feel whole. She learned that it liked the warmth. It even made her body run hotter, maybe two degrees at the least.
It was always watching, listening and she was glad to oblige it. She tried to answer her questions on humanity. She drew a lot now, while it freed her rational mind.
Cindy made what could be called a mistake by some. She had a fake ID. Her with a taste for beer, and Schamrotzer with his curiosity about human behavior. The barman served her without requiring proof of age. Schmarotzer crooned and purred, pleased with the heat of the place. The man and another girl stared at her. She explains, and the man, he believes her! He proposes living at a special school, one he teaches at.
Cindy agreed, and here she was now. The dorm was brand new. She and one other boy, whom she'd never met, lived in AlienDorm. She dressed lightly, the man was coming today. He said he was a doctor. She believed him. He was tall, with dark hair and a beard. He dressed daily in a black business suit. Cindy was crushing on him, hardcore.
The man, however, was engaged. His name was Ignacious Jones. And he was British. And he was a werewolf. Schmarotzer loved experiencing her twitterpation. Cindy was absolutely enthralled by his English accent and his manners.
Sometime later, there was a knock on the door. She answered quickly, and her heart jumped to her throat. He smiled at her, "I'm not used to making house calls." He said tipping his hat to her. A black bowler this time.
Cindy stepped back from the door, "Well, come on in doctor." He nodded as he stepped past her. She shut the door, and locked it. Schmarotzer hummed curiously. Privacy she thought quickly.
Iggy sat on a wooden chair, putting a black leather bag on the desk beside it. "It's been a long time since someone's called me doctor." His voice carried both longing and relief.
He pulled a manila file out of the bag, thumbing through it. Cindy almost expected him to pull out a pair of reading glasses, to fit the doctor stereotype. He didn't. "You know your blood type, impressive. Looks like I could give you blood if needed." He smiled, the girl wanted to be a doctor, and she was intelligent.
"I used to give blood." Cindy said, hinting at loss. Iggy made a mental note; she had the public service bug.
"We have the same blood type." He commented. Cindy giggled, sitting on the bed, hands on knees, apprehensive to what they might discover.
He looked up from the papers, ones Cindy had filled out herself. "I sometimes forget I'm not human anymore." Cindy smiled, it was tough for her to forget she wasn't ordinary anymore. Looking at the file again, Iggy said, "Interestingly enough, you recall a moment of pain strong enough to wake you from a sound sleep on the estimated time of infestation." Cindy nodded. Schamrotzer started clicking, and… was he growling? He'd never done that before. She blushed. Iggy laughed, his wolf hearing working to his advantage.  "I take it he didn't like that." Cindy nodded, her blush fading, "And yet you call him what I've been told is the German word for parasite." He was genuinely amused, the creature had a sense of pride.
Putting the chart on the desk, Iggy looked at Cindy, "Well," He produced a small bottle of hand sanitizer, squirted some onto his hand, put the bottle on the desk, and began to rub it into his hands, "If you'll lie down, and pull your shirt up, we'll begin."
She did so, "We'll begin by palpating the abdomen." Iggy said, laying his now cool hands on her belly. Schmarotzer, a well-known lover of heat, shied away, however Cindy enjoyed the rough, cool feel of the doctor's hands. She still wasn't used to some of the creature's movements, this was one of them, and it made her mind uneasy.
Iggy heard the wet, visceral noise, the creatures movement had made. He went slowly. Using the pads of his fingers, putting light pressure on them, and then easing up dragging his fingers over her bare skin, after a minute or two of trying not to, Cindy began to laugh.
"Ticklish are you?" He momentarily dropped his professional manner, gave a playful growl and started to honestly tickle her, making her laugh harder. She had to jump up and run to the restroom, lest she wet herself in front of this man. The one old enough to be her own good-for-nothing father, yet who she herself had fallen for.
She returned quickly, and apologized to him. He didn't even try to hide his grin, the glint in his eyes would've betrayed him regardless. She returned to her precious position on the bed, images of him joining her in a wild flurry of passion ran through her mind. She knew it wouldn't happen though, because of the creature inside her, and because of the man's sense of morals and loyalty. She'd die as she'd avowed herself at the age of thirteen.
"Well then," he said, his eyes gleaming in delight, "Shall we continue the examination?"
"Continue," Cindy said boldly, baring her belly again. Now Cindy was on the heavy side, and her belly wasn't close to flat. And she was a little embarrassed.
"Your organs seem correctly placed." Iggy said.
She rolled her eyes, "That's good to know." Iggy didn't tell her of the mass he had felt in the appropriate position. He'd show her later.
He pulled out a device from the bag, a flat plastic paddle with a wire protruding from one end. He attached the other end of the wired device to an LCD monitor he'd produced from the bag.
"How many channels do you get on that thing?" Cindy asked.
"Depends." He said, "Where we're looking, one." He spread conductive gel on the probe, "I apologize, and I understand it doesn't like the cold." Iggy said.  "Are you ready?"
Cindy nodded, "I never thought I'd be in this position." She said. Iggy put the probe to her belly. Schmarotzer squirmed. Iggy heard the wet, visceral sound and almost laughed.
"You've been colder, Schmarotzer." Iggy said. He looked at Cindy, "I need to focus and…" He pushed a few buttons, "there." He held the screen out to her, "any deductions?" He asked her. She took the screen from him, holding it so they both could see.
"He looks like something I drew in high school." She said. Almost like an eye with the optic nerve trailing, a dorsal and ventral fin running his length. Two small ridges were on either side of him, almost in the right position for pectoral fins.
Iggy grinned, "Reminds me of a tadpole." He said, "Seems to have developed its own amniotic sac, it also seems to be connected to roughly seventy five percent of the uterine wall."
"That's more than ordinary, right?" Cindy asked.
Iggy nodded again, "Looks to be approximately a meter long," he stated, "coiled obviously. The eye seems to be five centimeters in diameter." He looked at Cindy.
"How's he been making noise?" Cindy asked. The creature obliged her. What seemed to be two ridges rose, revealing two arms, each sporting a single scythe-like claw.  "Well thanks." Cindy said, "just what I needed to see." Then the top and bottom fins began to vibrate, creating the humming sound.
"Does that answer all of your questions?" Iggy asked.
"Pretty much," Cindy said. Iggy was wiping the gel off the probe with a paper towel. He handed one to Cindy, who began to mop up the now partially liquefied gel.
"Not all of mine." Iggy said, pulling out a grey control box with a wire he attached to the screen, and a long black tube, about a centimeter wide.
"Scope." Cindy said, pointing.
"If you will allow it." Iggy replied. Cindy moved down to the foot of her bed.
"Reminds me of my adventures with the urologists." She muttered.
"I take that as your permission?"
"You are permitted." She said, dropping her underwear. Iggy was wiping more gel on the scope.
"Does he understand what's happening?" Iggy asked, himself having an active imagination. Cindy closed her eyes for a few moments. When she opened them again and met Iggy's blue eyes, there almost seemed to be a different presence than normal.
"He does now." She told him.
"We shall proceed then." Iggy decided. Cindy sat on the very edge of the bed. Iggy pulled a chair close. "Put your feet on my knees." He instructs her.

Cindy looked at the monitor; she never thought she'd see this part of her either. "what's the first thing you noticed?" Iggy asked, manipulating the distal end of the probe.
"Cyanotic," She said. Schmarotzer had temporarily shut off the nerves down there, to prevent any uncomfortable muscle spasms.
"And that means?" Iggy asked.
After a moment, Cindy said, "It means the tissue is heavy with blood vessels. Normally, it would indicate either a number of very serious conditions, now of which I remember the name of right now. or," She paused for a moment, for affect, "I'm pregnant."
Iggy was still smiling, "You are correct." He said, focusing the camera on the purple-grey mass that took up most of the available space. The tissue was extremely thick, blood vessels lay on top of it, separated from the rest of the world by a thin layer of translucent tissue. The membrane was taut, giving it an almost grape-like appearance. He thought he could almost see it pulsating, but he attributed that to his imagination.
Withdrawing the scope, he instructed Cindy to put on her underclothes. She did so. "Now, come over here." He told her. He stood beside the full length mirror. Cindy sat for a moment longer as feeling returned to her. Then stood and placed herself before him.
Iggy placed his hands on Cindy's shoulders, "How do you feel about this creature?" He asked.
After a moment, Cindy looked into Iggy's eyes, her jaw set firm, "Sometimes I love him, sometimes I hate him." She said. The man's eyes betrayed his amusement.
"Lift up your shirt, and suck in your belly. Make yourself look as thin as you possibly can, and look in the mirror." Cindy looked in the mirror, doing as told. She gasped at the softball sized bulge on her abdomen. "I hope you love him a lot," Iggy said, his bag in one hand, tipping his hat as he left. Cindy let her shirt down, unsure what to think. She needed another shower.