I was thinking about laying an egg into someone, right? (blame @drippyeggslut for this, I saw it on their blog and haven't been the same since.)
So you've been hauling this egg around for a while now. And your bestie, they're curious. Jordan knows you haven't been seeing anyone (no, babe, relax, I'd have told you), but they're also not blind and you are very, very, very pregnant. But every time Jordan asks you about it, you blow them off, telling them not to worry about it.
It's kinda starting to hurt their feelings, which is the absolute last thing you want to do. And so, after swearing Jordan to secrecy, you agree to tell them everything.
Only... in this situation telling kinda looks like showing.
Which is how you end up stark naked on the kitchen floor, bearing down and slowly, agonisingly, forcing the egg to slip down your channel and peek out of your cunt. You're shivering with pleasure, trying to hold back the orgasm you can practically taste while trying to explain to Jordan how this happened.
But even through your daze, you can tell that they're not listening to a word you've said. Eyes wide, lips parted, Jordan's gaze is transfixed on your cunt. And it isn't as though this is the first time they'd seen it; you'd gotten off together before, gotten each other off before.
Which is how you know that Jordan isn't disgusted or horrified.
That knowledge makes you shudder, and your cunt spasms around the egg. A guttural sound tears itself from your throat, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you fight for control. When you're able to open them again, you see that Jordan is even closer now. Their bottom lip is swollen red from where their teeth have been worrying at it.
It doesn't take much persuasion to get Jordan to undress. It takes even less to get them to join you on the kitchen floor and to part their legs on either side of your hips.
The position is familiar. Memories of all the times the two of you had done this floods through you. This time, you can't hold it back. You come, and your cunt greedily sucks the egg back inside you. You pant for breath, willing your arms not to give out under you, and that’s when you feel it…
Jordan has closed the distance between you two. The warmth of their cunt is mere millimetres away from yours and, fuck, you want to feel them grinding against you the way they have so many times before. Only this time, instead of sharing a dildo, the two of will share the egg. Almost as though they could read your mind, Jordan scoots forward that last little bit, and you can feel their wetness against yours.
“I wanna feel it,” they breathe. “Please. Push it into me.”
Your brain short-circuits. Whether or not such a thing is possible doesn’t even occur to you. Because you’ve never wanted anything more than to press your cunt to your best friend’s, and fuck the egg from your body into theirs.
And that’s exactly what you’ll do.
Jordan lines their hole up with yours, hands firm on your hips to hold you close. And then…
Animal little grunts escape your throat. Your cunt stretches as the egg splits you open inch by inch. It’s agony, it’s bliss, it's your life’s purpose. Jordan is chanting your name, encouraging you to keep pushing, moaning as their hips stutter against you. The sounds the two of you are making as you push are a beautiful accompaniment to the slurping sound of your cunt as it works desperately to reclaim every inch of the egg that you expel.
"Oh. Oh, fuck," they gasp. "I can—fuck, I can feel it." Their eyes meet yours, expression suddenly fierce. "Keep pushing, okay? Don't stop."
The order sends a shiver down your spine. You do as you're told, bearing down as hard as you can. And that's when Jordan begins humping the egg, the force of their thrusts a delicious counterpoint to the pressure of your pushing. For long moments, the egg is suspended between the two of you, effectively fucking you both.
"Fuck, that feels so good." Jordan is smearing their juices over the bit of shell that's emerged from your cunt, their clit sliding against yours as they keep rolling their hips against you. "Push it into me, push it into me, pushitintome."
You scream, their words and the impossible stretch sending you over the edge. The orgasm hits you like a freight train, vast and infinite and not nearly enough. It pulls the egg back in a few precious centimetres; Jordan mewls in protest.
And that's when you decide that this is absolutely going to happen. You're going to lay this precious, gorgeous egg into your best friend, and they are going to know the utter bliss of having their womb filled. With an enormous effort, you reach for their hips, gripping so hard that you're sure to leave bruises.
"We can do this," you tell them. "We can do this."
You grind down against them, even as you begin to push; Jordan keeps humping you and the egg, their greedy cunt trying to pull it into their body. Your moans and keens and grunts fill the room, the scent of your cunts filling every breath as you just...
The egg has started to enter Jordan's cunt, and you think that this is it, that it surely can't go any further, it's impossible. You're prepared for the egg to slip out of your body and drop down between you.
Somehow, the egg keeps sliding deeper into Jordan. The egg—precious miracle that it is—is stretching their cunt to accommodate it. Ecstasy such as you’d never felt before is wracking your body with every inch the egg slips from your cunt. And Jordan is writhing, howling with pleasure, as their body accepts the slick, sticky burden.
Neither of you can speak, just grunting and moaning as the orgasms rip through you. Your inner thighs are coated in each other's sweat and juices, as is the tile beneath you. And finally...
You're empty. The egg that had once been nestled safely in your womb is inside Jordan now. A feeling of loss threatens to engulf you, beaten back by utter certainty.
The next time you and Jordan do this, they'll be laying the egg back into you.
