Something so beautiful about the image of a creature beneath me, bound and unable to move, squirming and writhing against the tight constraints and constantly making otherworldly sounds of pleasure. In the throes of heat, half delirious and overstimulated, practically whining beneath me, but whether it's for me to stop or continue it can't even decide.
It's laid more eggs tonight than it ever has before; it was in fact unaware that it's body could keep producing them like this. Its greedy mate was pushing both of their bodies to the limit, wringing more pleasure out of it than it thought possible, extending its breeding frenzy magnitudes longer than any mate of its own species would.
I almost feel like I'm in heat myself, unable to stop. My belly has been packed full for a while now, my belly button popped long ago; the entire egg filled bulge was sensitive, and I couldn't get enough of rubbing and pushing it, feeling the eggs move around and settle.
I should be more responsible than this, but I reason with myself that I've seen larger pregnancies, so I'm probably safe. Nevermind that the eggs will have some growing to do; but that image only encourages me, imagining being so big that I'm completely pinned and helpless before the mass, being more belly than person, unable to see beyond or reach around the swell. And how long the labor would have to take, pushing out egg after egg, each larger than before, each one likely to be a struggle, but having no choice but to keep going, a slave to my body and the mistake I made weeks ago...someone normal would probably be afraid right about now, but I shiver with pleasure thinking about the inevitable consequences, and even have the nerve to feel as if I don't have quite enough rolling around inside me.
Besides, the flow of eggs has slowed down dramatically; before it was a steady stream being pumped into me, eggs nearly getting stuck in my hole as they pushed in nearly faster than I could take them. Now, only one egg at a time comes out, spaced apart further and further, allowing me to truly savor and cherish each one as they make my belly expand. I might as well see it through to the end, right?
The creature bucks beneath me as I coax another egg from its ovipositor, letting out a chilling noise, but one I know is a pathetic whine.
Then it's my turn to moan as I feel the egg enter me, slowly - the pleasure is two fold, first as it hits every sweet spot while going through my entrance, and again as it settles inside, shifting all the other eggs around as it looks for space in my crowded belly, and finding none forces me to expand that much more - I'm so full I can feel myself getting bigger, the eggs pushing and stretching my skin, can see my stomach, damp with sweat, shift around. I knead my distended gut, feeling the eggs, pain and pleasure mixing as I continue to push my poor stretched out body to the limits. I climax again - which number it is, I've lost count, and still I crave more.
I lovingly pet the creature beneath me as I realized it's stilled; it pants, exhausted, and for a moment I think I should have mercy on the poor thing.
But my lust wins over. I give my darling creature a gentle kiss, stroke its face, and whisper: "You've done so well for me. But do you think you can give me just a few more?"
