As you curl up in her womb, you feel it shift, the mother deathclaw standing up outside. You feel a huge paw squishing the womb walls against you, and in the warm, gooey embrace of her squishy womb, you find yourself drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
As soon as you fall asleep, the womb begins to go to work on you,a soft, leathery eggshel forming around you, your body inside regressing in age, becoming more reptillian and less human. It starts with your hair melding back into your skin, uour breasts shrinking and dissapearing, and hard scales forming over your skin, a tail sprouting between your sizazable rear as months go by, your egg hardening around you. After a while, you start to grown horns, your face growing more like Deathclaw's every day as you rest, kept alive by the umbilical cord attached to your belly, your one connection to the outside of the egg.
