Redhawk Caldera You're joking, she's a football star

Amalia was napping. She always felt like she was napping or so energetic she disgusted herself. And of course vomit was her constant companion. She had gotten into the habit of sniffing herself daily to make sure she didn't smell like her regurgitated food. It was deplorable. But it had at least eased up some.

Today was no different she woke up with a start unsure what it was exactly. She looked about blearily giving her paws and chest and obligatory barf sniff. And slowly began to waken. But her yawn was interrupted by a yelp and then an even harder yelp as something or more so someone kicked her from the inside out. So hard in fact she felt the vibrations in her rear.

She stared in shock and awe as her stomach literally rippled. What was she birthing? An alien? Was this child gonna come out like the hulk all muscles and big. Because that kick and the ones following smarted big.