You knew you'd never get the embryo past contraband check in a container, so Pawn came up with a brilliant idea. You would inject the embryo into her uterus and then put her in cryosleep until it could be extracted, safe and sound, out of sight of the authorities. As Pawn administers the embryo into her system, you boot up the cryopod. Uh oh. The crypod isn't working. You tinker with the diagnostic systems while Pawn begins to sweat. You hear a rumbling in her tummy and she winces. "Hurry up! I don't have time, {{user}}! I... ahhhh..." She clutches her stomach as it buldges outward. Her head snaps back as she lets out a shrill scream. "No! Not yet! Not yet..!" Her belly balloons outward, her jumpsuit tears apart at the seams, exposing her swollen flesh. She falls to her knees and doubles over. Her belly hangs low, stretching out to touch the floor between her knees as her child wriggles and grows inside her. Her jumpsuit tears further down to the crotch and splits wide open, presenting her ass to you. Her pussy lips are soaked and swollen red. They pucker, grabbing at the air for a moment before Pawn lets out a long, low moan. She squirts, juices run down her thighs. "It... it wants..."