You can call me AJ. Just a gal who loves big bellies of all kinds. I am very much into:
Pregnancy with any gender carrying
Accelerated pregnancy
Pregnancy transfer
Surrogate pregnancy
Egg Preg/Oviposition
Birth and labor
Inflation/stuffing
Vore
Monster fucking
Lactation
Not Into It:
Being 'owned' or dehumanized
Roleplay (via online)
Watersports/sc*t
Underage
Hucow
Yandere
Being a surrogate would be a literal dream for me, but I don't have any pregnancies under my belt and don't really want kids of my own. So if anyone needs a surrogate, I'm ready and willing! I also write sometimes, so I might share some of that here.
fantasizing about the start and stop feeling of pushing a clutch of eggs out. the first one hurts, but after a few pushes it's out, and it's manageable. you get a few moments of relief, then you have to push again. the pain flares, and it hurts worse because of the time that it was gone, but it's still not too bad. you keep pushing, and you thought they'd get easier, but they don't. each one leaves you more exhausted. by the fifth you're moaning for it to stop for good, but you can feel another dropping down, stretching you out around it. it burns and you push and even when you get it out, that doesn't mean it's over. you have to push again. your massive belly hangs heavy with the weight of all the eggs you have left to get out. you don't know if you can. you push another out, groaning as it drops out of you. by ten you're sobbing, begging. you can't do this anymore. there are too many. you're so tired. another starts to stretch your sore hole and you push, but it's not hard enough and it slips back in. you want it out. someone please take it out. it's a struggle before it finally drops down with the others. but then there's another one. there's another one. there's another one. please just let this end.
need so much more oviposition where the top is the one struggling. laying eggs in someone can be tough and they need to be coaxed and comforted and told how good of a job theyāre doing because the eggs are so big and itās so exhaustingā¦..
Thinking of doing henna on my breast. Like fully around my nipple and all. Yay or nay? Obviously I'd show you guys the end result.
Not sure how I'd do it with the fact that they're very different shapes when I'm standing vs laying down. I've been looking at chest designs and honestly kinda excited to try it!
Let's make this month a celebration of all things pregnancy-related! With that thought in mind:
What's your favorite impregnation scenario?
Feel free to tell me about anything you're into, including details about things like your preferred genders, sexualities, body types, genital configurations, plots, themes, settings, genres, tropes, fandoms, pairings, or anything else that has to do with you (or someone else) kicking off a pregnancy!
I'm a real sucker for medical kink apparently, so any kind of artificial insemination, whether that be with regular ole human stuff, eggs, monsters, magic, signed up for a scientific/medical trial and whoops! probably shoulda read the fine print because now your womb is free real estate, etc. really is my jam. Is that why surrogacy is A Thing for me? Yes...
Outside the single window of your hab, the local star slowly sinks behind the planet for the third time this cycle, as it will five more times before the day's activities are finished, with the speed your station travels at as it orbits. But you haven't noticed. The common beauty of a sunset, even as it tints the planet's atmosphere a soft orange, is lost on you. Your focus is elsewhere.
The hab is laid out in similar style to the many others that line the halls of your station, though the decoration differs between each. The whole space is only large enough to accommodate a bed at one side and a small sitting area at the other, a few compact but comfortable chairs arranged around a plush purple rug. A large automatic door sits at the other end, a cramped entrance to a private bathroom beside it along the adjoining wall. The bed is the prized location, though, with thick quilted coverings and soft pillows that certainly don't come standard. It normally stands clean and made, though today the blankets have been unceremoniously shoved aside and the sheets dragged and pulled every which way. In the center is the reason for the disturbance.
You partner sits hunched and huffing at the center of the destroyed bed, their dark softly scaled flanks rising and falling erratically as their hands dig into the sheets. Their long head hangs uncontrolled against their chest, tongues lolling out of both sides of their mouth, with sweat and drool dripping from them in equal quantities. They've been like this for hours. You sit beside them, a hand on one side of their broad back, soothing them.
You'd been together for years already when they brought up the idea of having children. Having met and fallen in love on the station, you were both familiar with the ins-and-outs of protocol when it came to forming a relationship or starting a family. It was often encouraged, as it helped the station to feel more like a community, a home, than a cold research vessel. Even given that positive outlook though, there were few couples who made the time to actually go through with the process, and even fewer that were interspecies.
Your partner came from a type of species that could be uncharitably called parasitic, though in the modern day with all its interconnectedness, it was rarely viewed that way. While they needed another member of their own species to fertilize their eggs, they lacked the necessary organs to support them through the entirety of their growth. The eggs could be laid in open air if necessary, but it tended to cause weak growth, so throughout their history, your partner's species had used hosts to allow their eggs to grow more strongly and consistently. Brought into the intergalactic community, this process of hosting had taken on deep and intimate meaning, often practiced between lovers while the primary fertilization partner could either be an additional party in a larger relationship or simply a quick reproductive transaction. In your relationship, it had been the latter.
When you had decided to start a family, at your partner's repeated insistence and your flattered gladness, you had reached out to an acquaintance from a few systems over who had provided the extra genetic material your partner needed. That had been months ago, and the eggs that rested in your partner's sac which normally would have gone unfertilized and been easily passed, had instead swelled and softened until their stomach had begun to distend, the scales there softening and spreading to accommodate.
You had taken immense pleasure in the changes to your partner's body, feeling the hard keratinous ridges along their belly grow pliable and vulnerable under your delicate, receptive human fingers. It had all been leading up to this. When they'd woken you early this morning, breath hitching in their throat, you'd both known it was time. You'd called off of work for the day and settled in to allow them to nest in your shared bed.
It started slow. A few times an hour, the soft scales along their belly, separated by fleshy tissue to allow for the growth, had quickly contracted and reformed the tight, unbroken line of their previous form as their sac squeezed inside them, forcing the eggs out of the holding space where they had been growing and into the laying pouch lower in their torso. As the day passed by however, and the time grew closer, the pains sped up, until they were occurring every 10 minutes, then every 5, then every 2. As it stood now, your partner was near-constantly wracked with shuddering ripples as the muscles in their torso forced the process along.
The sputtered suddenly as one particularly bad pain struck them, then went suddenly silent, their primary eyes going wide.
"I- I think that the second phase is starting!" They choked out. "I feel the first one... moving." They shut their eyes suddenly, and as your eyes darted back down to their abdomen, you could see the bulge of the first egg outlined against their taut, scaled belly as it moved outwards towards the laying pouch. It wasn't quite there yet, though. Once it was, you would have to move quickly and decisively.
"Is it time?" You ask. Your partner looks up, exhaustion and desperation dripping from their face. It crinkles with pain once again, and in their throes, they nod vigorously.
"I- It's time now. We have to- AH!" They almost double over and you see the first egg suddenly slide forward and into position. "Oh spirits! Quickly!" On cue, their body begins to push through the ancestral motions it has been designed for. As the first egg reaches the laying pouch, a long curling appendage starts to emerge from the minuscule slit along the bottom half of their abdomen. They shudder as the slick ovipositor unfurls into the open air of the room, too sensitive to be comfortably exposed to the chill of the outside.
You move quickly, sliding off your underwear and helping your partner to mount you. Their ovipositor finds purchase quickly, instincts taking over, and you reach a confident hand up to your partner's face, cupping what could be called their cheek in your palm reassuringly. They open their eyes, briefly breaking free of the powerful instincts driving them to make eye contact with you. Deep in their dark eyes, you find love and joy, blanketed with the pain and hunger of the current situation.
You shiver as the ovipositor slithers into you, reaching as deeply as it can. Your partner drops onto you, bucking their hips against yours in a primal effort to force it deeper. Once they can go no further, they stop, and hold for just a moment, completely still. You take it to admire the bulge of the first soft egg that sits plainly there, barely under their skin. Lost in the wonder of the moment, you're startled when your partner makes another move. Dropping down over you, hands digging into the sheets beside your head, they let out a loud, strained sound as another pain strikes them, different this time.
"It's- AH! It's time! I need to push! Spirits, I need to push now!" They cry out. You move your hand from their face down onto their stomach, tracing the bulge of the egg. They whimper and as another pain strikes, you see their whole body twist with effort. The soft egg begins to move down, disappearing for a moment as it enters their ovipositor, then reappearing as it travels painstakingly slow down the thin organ, deforming in its softness to more easily travel through its constricted length. Just before it reaches you, your partner stops, the pain lost and progress halted. You can see the stretch of their ovipositor around the egg, the way that the skin and flesh have to strain to allow it through, and you can hear the hissing, pained breaths of your partner as they try to stand the burning of it all.
Blessedly, another pain comes quickly, causing them to whimper, and then redouble their efforts. The egg begins to move again, traveling steadily down until it comes up against your entrance. On the sudden resistance, your partner lets out a moaning, alien chittering, a low growling, whimpering sound that speaks of desperation. You see the muscles in their lower regions tense further, and suddenly, the egg has forced its way through, stretching its way into your body. You take a sharp breath, feeling it as it squishes and slides slowly along the length of the ovipositor inside you, savoring the feeling of your first child entering you, finding a place inside you where it will continue to grow for months yet.
All at once, the egg reaches the end, sliding out of the tip of the ovipositor and expanding ever so slightly as it emerges from the slightly-too-thin space it has been traveling through. You feel it settle inside you, warm and soft and thumping ever so slightly with life. As it leaves the ovipositor, your partner lets out a harsh, held breath which turns into a series of ragged, monstrous huffs.
"It's- It's out," they say, as if you aren't completely and deliriously aware. The ovipositor shifts inside of you and a quiver of pleasure runs through your body, causing your muscles to tighten ever so slightly around the egg now inside you, reminding you that it is there. It thumps back approvingly and you feel another wave of sweet pleasure run through you, tickling you from your stomach outwards. Your partner smiles down at you through heavy breaths. You both sit like that for a moment before you hear your partner's breath grow faster and harder again, the pains returning.
The second egg slides out more easily than the first into the laying pouch, its path cleared by its slightly larger first sibling, though not without effort. With the ovipositor already inside, the process moves on quickly without allowing your partner even a hint of a break. As soon as the egg has entered the laying pouch, another pain takes them and they let out an anguished moan as their body begins the process of pushing without them. In the haze of effort, their tongues slowly drop out of their open mouth between their bared teeth, dripping saliva down onto the bed and onto you in the effort of pushing. You raise a hand to wipe it off of your cheek, then move it down to touch the egg gently as it moves slowly down the ovipositor.
"AH- OH! Spirits preserve me!" They let out a sharp cry as you make contact, pain and pleasure rolling through their body and causing the egg to suddenly speed up in its passage. The wave of feeling passing through them all at once causes their muscles to tighten and squeeze and all of the sudden, the third and final egg pops forward all at once.
"AH!!" The sudden pain and surprise cause your partner to rock forwards all at once in a horrible lurch, and their head lands between their hand, still clutched in the sheets, and your head, their wet slavering mouth just beside your ear. The perfect place for you to hear the wet and ragged breaths catching continuously in their throat. Unable to find the strength, they can't pick up their face from the bed and so leave it there, their whole body pressed against yours, allowing you to feel every muscle twitching, every forceful push and every shifting scale.
The jolt causes the second egg still trapped in their ovipositor to twitch forward, passing into your all at once without warning. You let out a breath that turns more into a moan as it escapes as you feel it slide out into you to join its sibling. The third is quickly approaching, though, having followed the first two down their long and arduous path. Your partner moans with pain in your ear as they push and you feel even their shoulders tense on top of you as they lose control of their muscles in the effort.
Slowly, for this egg is bigger than the others, they make progress. Halting, breathy progress. For each push, the egg moves a few inches further until inevitably, it stops as it reaches your entrance. As the contractions come, your partner tenses and moans, pushing as hard as they can trying to rid themself of the final egg, but it won't budge. In their pain, they open their eyes, a pleading look boring into you.
You reach down between your bodies and find the exposed, bulging ovipositor with your fingers. Carefully, you wrap the entirety of your hand around it's throbbing width drawing it slowly back and forth, and causing your partner's eyes to roll back in their head and their whole body to pulse and shudder. With the force of the orgasm you tease out slowly, the egg rushes along the remaining length, parting you. You come alongside them as the egg settles alongside the others, deep in your belly.
You can feel them there, all three of them, pattering, pulsing, throbbing. And as your partner's ovipositor begins to slowly retract, its job finished, you can't help but think about how it will feel when they have to come out again.
Seriously sad that it probably won't ever happen. Nothing to make my womb round and heavy for 9 months. Never get to feel the movement. Growing someone else's baby like a good incubator. Ugh.
SO WHO WANTED MORE RELEK AND ANTUUL!? Well, here you fuckin go! Someone very kindly paid to continue to story from before.
Title: The Final Piece Of The Puzzle, pt 2 [ pt 1 here! ]
Wordcount: 2417
Kinks: egglaying/oviposition, soft dom, bathing/hairwashing, terato, threesomes, labour/birth (egg stuff!)
Synopsis: After their exciting first 'date' with you, Relek and Antuul help their third through the labour. Lots of soft and worldbuilding first!
"How are you feeling?" Antuul's voice was a gentle purr. You'd heard them speak softly many times before, but the way they spoke to you now was unbelievably soft. Their velvety snout shifted over your neck as they nuzzled tenderly against you, little nips of affection on your pale skin. You reached up, drawing them into a proper cuddle. Their hand-paw ran reverentially over the dome of your immensely swollen belly, sending a frisson of shivers up your spine. You'd never really appreciated how their sharp teeth were never used dangerously, or how flexible their tail wasā¦ until you'd become their third, of course.
Being part of the pod was a little more intense than you'd realised going in. After all, you were part of their relationship - they were your partners, the same way you might take a husband or wife. And you loved them, with an intensity that it was almost shocking it had taken so long for you to realise. You loved the liquid way they moved when they weren't trying to act more 'human' - the way their tails naturally found and tangled around each other when they were relaxing - the little hums and rumbles that vibrated their chests. Relek had told you a long time ago that their species had a slightly different range of hearing and sensitivities than humans, and you envied that - but they envied your higher pitched range just as much. Apparently a lot of bird calls were out of range for them, as much as they loved to sit and watch the bright coloured bodies flitting around the garden.
After that first night, accepting you into their pod, packing you with young, everything had changed so rapidly. You could barely heft yourself out of the nest with how packed and heavy you were, looking full term with a heavy human pregnancy. As the eggs had absorbed the cum and become fertilized, your belly had tightened down just a little, but most of the weight remained. Your dome was smooth, skin stretched thing, yet whilst it was sensitive - almost unbearably so, at times - it never once hurt. Relek appeared from another room of the house, holding a steaming bowl with a tea towel scooped under it, smiling at you just as tenderly as Antuul.
You had debated the whole next day about how you might call off work. After all, you weren't sure how long they were going to incubate inside you, and you didn't really have a lot of sick days. Working from home would also be somewhat of an impossibility, with how heavy you wereā¦ maybe you could balance the laptop on top? But when you finally broached your worries to your pod, in your half-asleep bundle of pillows and blankets, their tails wrapped around your legs, rumbling chuckles vibrated through the whole pile.
"We'll handle it." Relek had promised, before drawing you closer, hefting your heavy body far more easily than you would've expected. And then they had very thoroughly distracted you, until you were panting and shaking, eyes half shut. And when you woke up again, it was to rapid fire conversation. Relek and Antuul had been perched on the edge of the bed, a tele-conference hologram hovering in front of them, artfully angled so that nothing but the tastefully decorated wall was shown. They were throwing around a lot of words you didn't expect - something about the cross-universal respect act, the intricacies of their relationship and reproductive requirements, and your very own maternity laws. You had almost forgotten just how sharp and intelligent they were, after all, their own brand of non-terrestrial lawyersā¦ sort of. Your brain was too foggy to remember their jobs in depth.
You did remember being helped to your feet, body weight flung so far forward, hands encircling your middle. Relek gently, almost playfully scolding you for trying to work so hardā¦ you didn't expect to be left panting from the effort of getting into a bath. They took turns tenderly washing you, soft paw pads over your skin as they massaged and tended to your stretched skin and sweat-damp hairā¦ you had never felt so content in your life.
So that was how life had been for the past month. Your belly had grown, although, thank the Gods, not by much. Yet the weight was absolutely intense. You had to forgo clothes near enough immediately, impossible to stretch them over such an incredible bulge. It helped that your pod were totally obsessed with your skin and it's sensitivity; always a nuzzle, a lick, a paw, a tail, something around you. And, of courseā¦ the second you had any need they were there. Antuul seemed to take particular pleasure in burying themself beneath you, doing their very best to make you scream and buck as quickly as possible with that amazing tongueā¦
"Thanks." you accepted the bowl and the towel. The smell of warm soup was immensely pleasant. Being doted on was a new experience, especially considering you were used to being near enough by yourself. And sure, you could have been embarrassed, but it was ā¦ kind of an awesome luxury. Any food or drink you needed, a blanket or removal, being even physically shifted around as your hips were pinned in place by the tight cluster of eggs? They did it all with ā¦ excitement. Love. It was all love, all the time, so much that you almost wept at the thought of being so very ā¦ contained. In this pod. With the young you were growing inside you.
"I still don't understand." you said, as you finished the bowl of broth. Even that small bowl made you feel full, with how packed your insides already were. You reached out a languid hand, running it through Antuul's hair, encouraging them to rumble as they nuzzled into your side and Relek whisked the bowl away. "Why you'd want me..?"
"We love you." Antuul whispered. "We always have."
"Enough of this doubt." Relek murmured, warm but firm, kneeling down next to you. One paw went on your belly; the other cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet their eyes. "Why would we not? You are stunning." you flushed, but they wouldn't let you look away. "You are strong, and smart. You are brave. You love us, too." they smiled, and you leant forward, stealing a kiss from them. "Good. Well done." they whispered in your ear.
You settled back, enjoying Antuul's nuzzling, the rumble you could feel in their chest. Their tail had swung over you and you ran your fingers along it, the fur that lined the back of it, so incredibly soft and the same colour as their hairā¦ something you had wanted to do since you met, and now you could do whenever. Both of them were greatly amused by your fascination with them. And sure, wine nights were off the table for now, but ā¦
In this half comfortable state, a mild sense of discomfort rolled over you. A grimace rose on your features. Maybe the broth had been a bad idea. You just felt - really full. Achingly so. Actually, there was a really strange - pressure. You wriggled, trying to get comfortable. Antuul shifted up to look at you, head tilting in an alien gestureā¦
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just - uncomfortable." you admitted. "Maybe I need the bathroom. Could you -"
"Of course." Antuul moved immediately, scooping and lifting you until you finally drew up. A groan escaped your lips, leaning against them; your belly was so heavy, and whilst it felt incredibly good, it also felt hard to move properly. As you started to waddle towards the bathroom, the ache intensified until you whimpered, half doubling over, and then something shifted and - oh - oh - the world flashed white and Antuul was supporting you.
"Love, are you -" they broke off into a rough gasp, then Relek was there, and they were helping you to the ground.
"Holy shit." you moaned, legs already shaking. Liquid dripped between them, down your thighs - the ache was still there, but overlaying it was a pressure that felt half bliss. The other half, perhaps, was fear, because -
"The young are coming." Relek whispered, touching your cheek, "Oh, my love, well done. Well done." they laughed, and it shook, their confidence trembling as the idea of parenthood was so very close at hand.
"Fuck, it feels - really good -" you couldn't help but mumble thickly, and both of them smiled, easing you onto your back, gathering pillows from the bed, a blanket and a towel tucked underneath you. Their tails curled around your calves, soft and supple, needing to be in contact, to keep you safe.
"We're going to get you through." Relek promised, soft but firm, "We love you so much. You're doing perfect."
"I've barely - started -"
"And already perfect." they insisted, "Breathe deep, my love, breathe deep."
Antuul settled behind you, drawing you to lean against their chest in the little rough-shod nest they'd rapidly constructed. Their double heartbeat echoed through your spine, bringing you comfort.
Relek rubbed their paws over your trembling dome of a belly, the skin so sensitive it felt like sparks, tensing, contracting as you threw your head back and moaned loudly, clutching Antuul's paw in yours. The pressure was intensifying, and with it, the waves of pleasure that were dripping goo from your hole and onto the towel. Foggily you considered the fact you were glad you weren't ruining the cream carpet, sending you into paroxysms of giggles against Antuul, before you crumbled into another moan. Something shifted again, moving - the egg. Bigger than when they'd gone in, round and now more textured as they slid. You pushed, aching, as it made it's slow way down your tunnel, the stretch making you want to draw your legs in. Their tails tensed, spreading you wider instead.
"Fuck, fuck, ngnh -" you moaned, as the first began to reach your lips already. You could feel sweat trickling down your neck, shuddering as your body ached with it allā¦ your lips starting to part, hole flexing -
"You can do this." Relek coached, looking rather pale, "Oh, my love, incredibleā¦ incredibleā¦" leaning down, they nuzzled your crotch, then lapped against your most sensitive spots, and you squeezed and the egg stretched and as you screamed and came, with just a little pop the pressure released -
Relek sat back, looking in wonder at the egg in their cupped palms. The shell was hard, and yet it was translucent, a tightly curled shape packed inside it. All eyes fixed on it, even yours, wide and in disbelief. Your - child. All of yours little hatchling, kept safe and tightā¦ your thoughts were rapidly distracted as the egg was tucked away somewhere you couldn't see it. But there were more coming, now, your legs a mess of trembles as this one came down, feeling easier and yet more intense. The pair stroked your belly, whispering praise and love, encouraging you as your hair stuck to your skin and the next egg popped out. They were coming faster, another in your tunnel as this one emerged. Relek held it up gently - but the membrane was solid, and he sighed, putting it aside.
Your thoughts to ask fell aside as Antuul nipped your neck with their teeth, your legs tenting as you bucked slightly, the next egg out - then another - and yet another, all in quick succession, leaving you whimpering and moaning.
"So good, so good," Antuul promised, "So proud of you. Perfect. So perfect. We love you." they whispered into your ear. The next was bigger, harder - the pads of Relek's fingers pushed inside you, massaging your stretched tunnel, and then the next was moving and they eased until it popped out with force and they held it up and oh, it was blue inside, and the shape was big, twitching against the edgesā¦ and the next, too, was blue, hustled out of sightā¦
Your mind was a grey and white fog. The last egg was big, and you were struggling. Your skin was already pulling back, although you still looked at least a little round and pregnant, you were sure it would fade awayā¦ not that you minded. It was a good look on you. But your body was panting, twitching, aching. Antuul massaged you from behind; Relek from the front, up your thighs, over your tender lips, whispering encouragement as it caught in your exhausted tunnel. You could feel your hair stuck to your skin, desperate for a shower and a napā¦ but there was one last egg. One last. Relek slipped two fingers inside, massaging your tunnel, making you whimper.
"I know, my love, I know. But you're almost done. Our beautiful clutch." they whispered. "You can do it. You can." you nodded, pushing yourself harder, clenching, squeezing with everything you have - and it caught just inside your hole. "Good!" they insisted, "Push. Come on. Push." Antuul squeezed your hand, you strained, and - and - the pads pressed on your tender parts and the egg stretched out and popped free with a gush and you howled, vision going white.
"Oh, so well done." warm water was washing against your exhausted body. Antuul was smiling.
"They're awakening." your hair was soaked and clean. Your skin throbbed, in a quiet pleasant way that came with so many orgasms. You feltā¦ almost painfully empty.
Relek hung back, but was smiling. It was strange, their own belly seemed paunched, but nowhere as deep as yoursā¦
"Oh, my love." they said, so soft, so reverent, and you smiled. "You did it."
"How many..?"
"Four. We are to have four children." they placed a hand on their belly, and you realised Relek must have a pouch, like a kangaroo.
"How soon..?"
"Within the next few days." they promised.
"I don't know ā¦if I did goodā¦" you admitted, shakily.
"So very well." Antuul promised, stroking a paw over your hair. "You carried so many. So very many. Most of usā¦ they would not have managed even half of what you carried. And four! Oh, to have one from your first clutch would be a miracle. But fourā¦" they leaned in and kissed you, and you smiled, so bright. So bright.
"Can we do it again?" you mumbled. "I feel so empty right nowā¦" and they laughed, not cruel. And then Relek went quiet, thoughtful, for a long moment.
"Our thirds areā¦ hard to find. The rarest of our kind. That is not why we chose you." they reinforced, quickly. "But, wellā¦ I know a few couples that struggle to find someone to carry. You would be perfect."
"Youā¦ wouldn't have a problem? Me being a - a surrogate?"
"No." they shared a glanced with Antuul, a wide, sharp grin passing over both faces.
"In fact," Antuul continued, "I think we would love it."
Perhaps it was a mistake to choose dinosaurs as your topic for your university's science fair. Perhaps you screwed up following the instructions or did not read them carefully enough.
You sat in your dorm, half your project done, sat on your desk. A little nest where you were going to present the replica dinosaur eggs, without its crown jewel however the eggs.
You rubbed your humongous stomach self consciously which has stretched to an unimaginable size. You were naked but there was no way you could see further than your gargantuan bullet shaped stomach littered with red and purple stretch marks and veins. 'Gives a whole new meaning to "ready to pop"' you thought to yourself. You squirted more oil you purchased from a dubious store (along with the egg kit of course) on your puffy pussy that you could barely reach and rubbed it in. It made you feel hot all over but still you dutifully resumed your nightly ritual.
The rubbing felt incredible, before you knew it you barely had any oil left and you were writhing beneath your stomach. You probably would've arched your back off the bed too if you weren't pinned against it by the weight. Then suddenly something shifted within you, you could practically feel your pelvis creak as a torrent of fluid flooded your bed.
You tried to at least get yourself up on your elbows to see in the mirror facing your bed, what was going on.
The bed was soaked alright and between your legs was something slimey and brownish.
"What the fuck..." you muttered to yourself, trying to at least somehow maneuver your body on your hands and knees. Was this it? Upon examining it closer, you realised what it was and your heart dropped just as an extreme wave of pain washed over you. It was the fucking mucus plug. But why was it so huge. How much would your cervix have to dilate if this was keeping it sealed. 15 cm? 20 cm?
You started to feel sick. Just how many eggs were there?!
The sudden pressure increasing tenfold halted your train of thought.
At least you were already on your hands and knees right, besides you had the whole night to yourself. You bore down gingerly and hoped that your huge stomach pressing against the mattress would help too. Nothing but more liquid came out and the pain and pressure was only increasing.
After 3 hours of rocking back and forth with 0 results you decided it was time to get serious about this. You steadied yourself, gripped the sheets and gave a huge push.
Nothing.
1 hour into birthing with all your might you didn't even notice how far apart your legs were and how much your lower half felt like jelly when finally you felt something behind your entrance. Encouraged by the progress you began pressing on the top of your stomach with one hand while gritting your teeth and bearing down hard. Something began emerging. Covered in a slimey substance a jelly like egg started poking through your aching cunt. You moaned and pushed as hard as you could, waiting for the relief of it plopping out onto the blanket so you could birth the rest but it never came. With the next effort you buried your face into your pillow, hopefully muffling your desperate screams. Every time you let up the egg would slide back, nestled deep into the warm slick of your pussy.
This went on for another hour or so when you finally gave a push hard enough that got the egg to a point it wouldn't slip back from. You almost felt relieved. It will slide out any second, right?
Your pussy was stretched to its natural limit as you panted and pushed. But this birth was anything but natural...your only luck was that you kept up your oil regimen because soon you felt something slick and almost gelatinous touch your inner thighs, even with your legs spread.
"Wh-what?!" You whined into the pillow.
Fuck.
No no no no no.
This was supposed to be several small eggs not ONE. Cold sweat covered every inch of your body as the realisation hit. How would this ever come out?! There was no way you could call for help, what would you say, not to mention that you were fully immobilised by the gargantuan egg spreading you open way past what should be humanly possible.
Back when you realised what was happening to you, you tried watching at least SOME birthing videos though you knew your experience would be nothing like that. You tried to think back to them hoping to remember anything from the ones where petite women would have to squeeze out a 10lbs kid. Although even those babies would seem like light work compared to whatever was stuck in you. The pain made it much to hard to think but then suddenly you had an idea!
Gravity would help.
You gathered all your strength to heave yourself up from your hands and knees only onto your knees you could hopefully get into a crouching position from there. However as soon as you glanced up and caught your reflection in the mirror, in a split second, before you could change the outcome you realised it was a huge mistake.
The egg was absolutely humongous and your pussy was stretched grotesquely around it, completely white and on the brink of tearing and worst of all you could not kneel down as the egg was so gargantuan. It was touching the mattress. Or at least you couldn't kneel down without the egg sliding back into your tortured cunt a few inches with a sickening squelch.
You held back the urge to throw up and fought until you were in a squatting position.
You didn't care about making noise anymore, you screamed while pushing down on your pulsating stomach that was urging you to expell the giant egg while with your other hand you reached down to rub your clit. The clit you could barely locate as it was practically flat against the egg with your pussy pulled so taut.
This seemed to be somewhat helping you progress however an earth shattering orgasm caught you off guard and you lost your balance.
You fell onto your back and with the sudden change of position your birth canal caused the hideously massive egg to practically be sucked in once more. All the progress you made was undone and the wind was knocked out of you at the ginormous intrusion. You screamed and thrashed on the bed, violently pressing down on your stomach and pushing with strength you didn't know where you got from.
By this time you were laboring for over 8 hours. You laid in bed and just felt wave after wave of contraction wash over you, the weight of the egg in your birth canal had to be about 50lbs and every 10 minutes or so you felt a dull sensation of pleasure course through you as the contractions were easing the egg out of you agonising by agonising millimeter and every once in a while it'd brush against your tortured clit just right.
You were just about to resign yourself to your fate when you realised the small bottle of oil was within reach in this cursed position. There was still some left, not that it'd make much difference now, you were probably going to die like this. With a humongous egg wrecking your lower half.
You picked up the bottle and with hazy eyes read the instructions again. This was your last hope. Maybe you missed something.
'MORE effective if orally taken?!'
Your eyes widened as you wasted no time gulping down the last of it. Too bad you didn't read another sentence which would've clarified that you only need droplets in a glass of water.
It immediately took effect and kicked your labour into high gear again, you screamed as you practically felt your womb and birth canal undulating, forcing you to scream and push like never before. You spread your legs nearly into a split while thrusting your hips into the air.
"Fuck! FUCK! My cunt will tear, fuck fuck my pussy!!!"
The egg slowly slid out and stopped at its widest point. This made you trying to hold your legs back an utter waste as the egg was already doing it for you. The pain made you unable to breathe properly. You took shallow panicked breaths but by this point you lost all sense of your dignity.
You HAD to give birth then and there.
You let out an animalistic scream and screwed your eyes shut. A vein popped out on your forehead and no doubt you burst a few blood vessels. You didn't care anymore, you used both hands to push down on your stomach and gritted your teeth hard enough to chip them
"FUCK, COME OUT ALREADY!!"
Then with a contraction that made you see stars, the egg erupted from your canal, not to mention the aftershocks of your final effort pushed out at least 5 liters of whatever fluid this was out of your pussy along with the huge egg, mixed with urine that you couldn't bear to hold any longer. Your bed was sopping wet and your cunt twitched and pulsated as one of the most intense orgasms of your life ripped through you.
Before you passed out you mustered enough strength to glance at the clock on your bedside table.
It was almost midday.
Didn't the science fair end at 11...?
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