wish there was a toy for this + imagine
You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)
I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum đ©. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possibleÂ
Youâre sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partnerâs office across the city. They know youâve been useless all morningâthey know you canât even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.
The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. Itâs a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the âfullnessâ you've been aching for.
Two more forced in, and youâre already squirming from the pressure. Youâve been craving this all morningâthis heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. Itâs already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.
Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. Youâre stretching. Youâre growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until youâre moaning from the sheer volume.
The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until itâs just a memory. Youâre huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internallyâa sensation that sends jolts through your spine.
"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."
As if they heard you, the toyâs vibration kicks. Itâs the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasyÂ
The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. Youâre addicted to this overwhelming fullness.
Suddenly, your phone flashes. Itâs a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partnerâs face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that youâre properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.
You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hitsâa hot, heavy rush. Itâs a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.
On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.
âTouch yourself for me,â they command, their voice rough. âShow me how big I made you.â
You cave, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as you rub your huge, vibrating gut for the camera.
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