She dealt with it well enough, becoming an artist at home. She painted well, but she never left her parents home and many in our old high school wondered why. A momma and daddies girl they thought. Then she just seemed to go through a wild streak. She would date, party, be up and out at all hours. I wondered why her parents didn't object? Being an old friend, an old flame of hers, I went over to talk with them. "Evelyn's just going through that phase in her life" her mom told me.
I couldn't believe it, surely her parents would care more then this. Instead I found them recruiting me to date her, to fuck her. "You care for her, why not show it" they told me. They seemed to think it important, a "matter of physical love" they pointed out. Emotional love was a part of it yes, but surely I should show her my love physically as well. What was going on with my old pal and her parents?
Evelyn saw me leaving her parents house. "Why Stu" she said, "You never call me anymore" she looked sad.
"You don't lack company Evelyn" I countered.
"Quantity never makes up for quality" she said touching my arm. Something in her touch, something in her smell, like pheromones, like instant sexual attractant. I found myself going with her to her mom and dad's barn. Found myself showing her how much I really cared for her physically, just as Evelyn's parents had said too. Found myself sweating, responding to her sweat in a way I'd never felt with any other woman. Lust alone doesn't begin to cover it.
My penis had a hard on that didn't let up for hours. For hours we went at it, for hours and I wondered if I'd literally die of exhaustion. My God she exhausted me, I found myself proposing to her then and there.
Not long afterwards she showed signs of pregnancy. I urged my beloved to see a doctor. She seemed almost terrified of doing so. Her stomach was massive, I worried for her health. Evelyn's mother just told me "Oh we queens always have big families, why Stu you know I have ten kids in all."
"Yeah, but you couldn't possibly have had them all at one time" I countered.
Evelyn's mom just smiled "You'll see, you'll understand soon Stu." "Don't worry hon" she patted my arm, "All Evelyn's brother's and sisters will help you all out." "Why each one will give you at least a good two hundred dollars a month, that's two thousand a month in all total." "We'll also help you all out on your farm, it'll all work out that way for everyone, till the kids are grown and on their own."
I didn't understand then, how many kids did she think Evelyn and I would have? Six surely would be the limit least Evelyn's life be endangered.
I heard Evelyn in pain, in labor as I came in from the fields one day. It was only then I truly understood. She was in a corner of the basement. She'd made it up nice and comfy with mats, in a dark corner. Evelyn was undressed, squatting in the corner. As I looked in fear that our babies, that Evelyn would be in danger, wanting to call nine one one yet fascinated by something, Evelyn dropped her first egg.
It was the size of a bowling ball, wet, soft still, shiny with mucous. It landed softly on the mat, retaining an egg like shape, partially transparent. I could see the from of a very small child like figure in the still transparent egg Evelyn had just laid. Evelyn seemed to have a contraction as yet another egg started to descend from between her legs. The white shape emerging from her vagina was squeezed till it dropped, then took on the shape of the egg beside it. She proceeded to lay another egg, then another till our basement was filled with twelve, twelve eggs, each with the figure of a small child inside.
I understood what her family had meant by Evelyn being a queen then. Just like a queen in a hive of bees or colony of ants. Evelyn was probably the only fertile female in her family, the other women, her sisters all sterile workers, all working to support their sister queen. The males, her brothers all able to breed with normal human women. Having only two or so children by their wives, her brothers would also help their sister to further their families genetic inheritance. Me, I was the proud father of twelve kids, all in eggs for the moment.
I guessed that six would be boys, six would be girls. Five of the girls sterile but would make me proud as workers. The worker girls would get the jobs their momma the queen always wanted, police woman, fire woman and they'd support their sixth sister...who would be a queen no doubt.
The eggs started to harden, they turned white with a porous shell. Evelyn had recovered, sweat dripping from her body, she'd just squeezed out twelve bowling ball eggs from her body after all, an amazing achievement.
"I'll feed them through the porous shells on my milk till they hatch, then we'll give them some baby food with my milk as they grow" she told me. "We'll have to chose which daughter gets to be the queen though" and she looked at me.
"We chose" I said?
"Yes, just like with bees or ants, the one we choose has to have a very special diet." "I'll make a very special type of milk just for her." Like royal jelly in a bee hive I thought. "I can only make enough for one though, so only one of our daughters will be a queen."
Our eggs were all nice and white now, solid shells. Evelyn started to lactate, producing milk in volume as I helped by giving her liquids. I helped her to drip the milk just right onto the porous shells, for our babies to continue to grow in size, till one day they'd burst on out.
I went over and helped Evelyn, proud of her, proud of our offspring yet unhatched. We'd wait till they hatched and decide then which daughter would be the queen. We'd have to explain to her, to her brothers and sisters as they grew why she couldn't be like them, why she'd always have to be the homebody. She could have a stay at home career like Evelyn with her art, or the farm life.
Biology would dictate the queen remain in the hive with her offspring.