Rosequeen

Female, 20, MDNI

[perfectqueenfan]

Intro Post

Hey everyone, i'm pretty new to this community but have decided to just dive in head first! I'm super open to and highly encourage scenarios and questions. I'm not big into roleplay but if we discuss terms then I might.

Female, 18, MDNI, call me Rose

What i'm into:

-Eggpreg/Oviposition/Egg laying

-Rapid pregnancy

-Pregnancy kink (Human or otherwise)

-Birth scenarios

This will definitely expand and grow with time, but for now please try and stick with the base of these!

[perfectqueenfan]

do you have any plots for a roleplay you wish on writing

Not particularly, I've never written a rp before and wouldn't know where to start. I mostly just do first pov unless someone had an in-depth character idea they ask me about.

[perfectqueenfan]

A woman wakes up feeling crampy and bloated, assuming it’s just her period coming in. Throughout the day she’s struck by worse and worse cramps, and feels the need to go to the bathroom. She pushes, but the sensation is wrong - it felt *right*, yes, but it wasn’t the right hole. Parting her legs she feels a bulge travelling down her birth canal, and in a panic she pulls her tights up and stops pushing. Little does she know that the egg won’t stop growing until it’s laid, and she has another two or three or twelve to go…

AN: Writing this whole full of eggs just feels right

Waking up late in the morning was such a relief for you today. You had taken the next few days off of work due to a build up of overtime hours. Stretching with a small groan, you rolled out of bed and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from the closet. When putting the shirt on, you realize that you're looking a bit more bloated this morning than normal. Waving it off to just pms symptoms, you walk to the bathroom to freshen up.

During breakfast, you felt some slight twinges in your lower stomach and winced a bit. It had to be your period at this point, between the bloating and cramps you've been experiencing all morning. Finishing up breakfast you decide to spend the day binging the newest season of your favorite tv show.

Hours later of constant shifting around and an almost unhealthy amount of pain meds, you groaned and shifted positions once again on the couch. The cramps had gotten so bad, your stomach bloating a bit more than what you usually experienced. With a small whine you get off the couch and half hobble to the bathroom, cramps seizing your body once again. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that pushing may help ease the pain for some reason, and for some reason you give in a bit, pushing a little bit within your core. It eased the crampy feeling a little bit, enough to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom.

Pulling down your tights and underwear and sitting on the toilet. A weird feeling shifted in your lower abdomen, and thinking you just had to relieve yourself you relaxed and proceeded to. But instead, you felt a sudden deep shift and lurch, like something was dropping inside your hips. A startled yelp escaped your mouth as you brought a had down to cup your pussy, feeling a slight bulge to your lips that most definitely was not normal. Weirded out and not wanting to know what was happening right now, you quickly pull your underwear and tights back up and whine a bit at the shifting feeling of whatever was taking up space in your tight pussy.

Walking back into the living room, you lay on the couch again and try to take your mind off of whatever's happening by zoning out with your show. It was half an hour later when you noticed that the weight in your hips had become a bit heavier. Shifting your legs apart a bit more, you have an experimental push and felt the weight shift closer to the entrance of your core. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you gave another push, this time for a bit longer and felt whatever it was shoot down to right behind your opening. Gasping and cupping your pussy through the tights and underwear you could begin to feel the bulge of your lips again.

It felt oddly good. Right even. Like this is what you were supposed to do. Rolling onto your back and shimmying off the tights, you gave another strong push and felt your lips begin to stretch a bit. But when you gave up whatever it was slipped right back into place. It went like this for what felt like hours, shifting positions to try and get the thing to shift down and out of you. You were squatting with your feet on the floor, arms behind you holding onto the couch when you finally felt the thing move a bit more forward, beginning to stretch your lips a bit more and stay. With a whine of slight victory, you grabbed your phone and turned the camera to face your aching cunt, and pulling your underwear aside you finally saw what was brutalizing your birth canal. A shiny, shimmering orange egg seemed to be peeking out of your cunt. What.The.Fuck?!

Groaning a bit as another cramp hit you, you tossed your phone aside and focused on trying to push this egg out of your body. The stretch was brutal, making you cry a bit and the burn that was now encasing your whole lower body. Your lips were looking near translucent with how much they were stretched over the egg shell. With another hour of brutal pushing, you could feel the egg finally crowning and with a gasp you shot both hands down to catch it as it popped out of you with a wet gush. It was huge, maybe a bit bigger than an ostrich egg and a beautiful shimmering orange color, like a sunset.

Crying a little bit from how you still ached, you set the egg down next to you and panted. The cramping wouldn't let up though, and before you could relax you felt an even heavier weight settle into your hips. Breaking out into full blown sobs, you pulled up the dress you had donned today to see your bloated stomach had only gotten bigger and a bit lumpy. Pushing down on it a bit with your hand, you could feel what seemed to be around half a dozen more eggs clack against each other. Pushing with as much energy as you could, you cried and whimpered the next egg down your birth canal, collapsing down to all fours when you felt that it was even bigger than the first one, making you feel like you were tight all over again.

[perfectqueenfan]

Anyone got a good ask/prompt I can try writing about? I'm in the mood to write but need the inspiration.

[perfectqueenfan]

I got a new egg to play with and oh my god- It's almost as big as my hand. And it's wide, I can already tell it's gonna be some work to get this in me. But oh, the reward of feeling it shift in my wet little cunt will be the best thing in the world.

[pickledpet]

tell me in my askbox 💌

💕 Would you rather get me pregnant with babies or eggs? Or something else? How many of them?

💕 How big would the babies/eggs be?

💕 What shape would you prefer to see my belly get?

💕 Would you want to see me go into labour early, on time or overdue?

💕 Would you want to see me have an easy birth or a difficult one?

💕 If you'd want me to have a hard birth, why would it be hard?

💕 What position would you like to see me labour in?

💕 Where would I go into labour? And for how long?

anon is obviously on in case you're feeling shy but if you send me an ask you have to promise my answer will make you horny okay?

[perfectqueenfan]

I wanna lay eggs for you so bad, feel them constantly popping out of my cunt as I moan and grind my hips upward. Tell me how you want me to lay them, how many, how big?

[perfectqueenfan]

I'm thinking of trying to incubate all my eggs from earlier, how long should I go for in between laying them? Fyi laying them is all at once and then pushing them back in

[perfectqueenfan]

Fuck, i've stuffed myself full of fake eggs and it's so hard keeping them in. I can feel them shifting around and trying to slip out and I have to keep subtly pushing them back in. It's 3 small ones and one that about the size of a chicken egg. They keep filling up my underwear and stretching them, and putting them back in feels so right to return the weight back into my dripping cunt.

[perfectqueenfan]

You have to travel a lot for work. It makes keeping track of time more difficult, so you don't notice that you've missed your period for the past nine months and have seemingly only put on a little weight, you're barely even bloated! So it's quite shocking once your labour begins...

It was exhausting having to constantly travel. Although it was my dream career, it was almost no breaks and always quick on your feet movement. I was once again on a trip out of my hometown, walking through one of the closest clothing stores. I had put on a bit of weight, not enough to be noticeable but enough that my pants were tight in a bit of an uncomfortable way. Finally finding a new pair of jeans and professional skirt, I exited and made my way back to my hotel room.

That evening I was relaxing in the bathtub in my private room when I got a text from our project head. "Hey team, I hate to be this person but i've got a bad stomach bug. In my place i'd like Rose to lead the meeting tomorrow. -Sean". Re-reading it, I gasped and felt an odd twinge in my belly. With a small hiss I rubbed my slightly bloated stomach, chalking it up to cramps, and then sent a reply happily agreeing to Sean's ask.

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Finally arriving at the clients building, I scanned my guest badge with the rest of my crew. In the elevator, I felt another cramp like feeling and told my team that I was heading for a bio break before the meeting started. Finding an empty stall, I pulled my new pants and underwear down and checked to see if there was any blood, smiling when I saw that there wasn't. Right when I went to stand up, I felt a sudden sharp pain and deep pop like feeling, and what sounded like a waterfall rushing out from me into the toilet below. "Fuck, what is going on today." I grumbled as I cleaned myself up and exited the stall. Before making it to the sinks I felt another sharp pain, almost like a pressure from deep inside me. Something definitely wasn't right. Groaning, I quickly went back into the stall and tugging my pants down, tried to feel of something was wrong inside of me. Another wave of pressure hit and I moaned out a little bit, pushing my hand further up my cunt to feel what was happening. Fingers brushing against my cervix, I felt that it seemed just a little bit wider than usual. With a small whine I took my hand out of my throbbing pussy, shocked to see a mix of what looked like blood and a slick watery substance. Before I could register what it was, a deep pressure weighed on my hips and I gasped, feeling like something was trying to come out of me.

"Am-am I in labor?! No, there's no way. I'm being crazy." I muttered to myself and I got redressed and washed my hands. Rejoining my team, we headed into the conference room. Right as I sat down near the head of the table, I felt something press down inside me, feeling like it was ripping me from the inside. I groaned, trying to muffle it by biting my lip. Before I could apologize, our client walked in and the meeting started.

Every few minutes, the painful pressure would return, and I could no longer deny that the only possible explanation was that I was in labor. I could feel what was hopefully the head so close to my entrance, and keeping my condition hidden was getting harder and harder. I thought I could get by this quickly, return to the hotel and then call a hospital. But this baby was coming quickly. Snapping back into the conversation, I realized it was my turn to present our plan to the client. Whimpering on the inside, I stood up and made my way to the front of the room.

That's when I felt a sudden drop. The beginning of a burn against my lips. "Fuck me, not now baby." I whispered mentally as I began my presentation. The urge to push was beginning to ring in my mind. Taking a deep breath I kept talking, subconsciously crossing me legs as to not give into the near screaming urge to push. But that wasn't helping. Between sentences, without even realizing, I had began pushing a bit. And that bit was enough. Next thing I knew I was at a crown, trying not to cry and present at the same time. My hips were aching, pussy burning like I had branded it with a hot iron, and still trying to come to terms with the fact that I was giving birth right now.

Subconsciously uncrossing my legs, I felt that final burn rip through me and I yelped, placing my hands over my aching pussy as the head slipped free into my underwear with a gush of amniotic fluid, soaking my pants and me. I whimpered, looking at my coworkers who all had a face of horror and shock as I cupped the large, wet bulge in my pants.

"I-I'm giving birth. Call an ambulance. Please."

[perfectqueenfan]

If anyone has a good prompt or scenario for me to write please ask! I'm so in the mood for a good scenario

[perfectqueenfan]

Having the egg right at the opening at the start of your work shift, so you have to hold the egg in so you can finally deliver the egg back home.

*Sorry folks it's gonna be a long one. I got a good writing flow and idea for this.*

I knew that going into work today was probably not the smartest idea, but I needed the money and had signed on for a double shift. I started early, driving to the bakery I worked at around 7:45am. A few months ago I had signed on to help a friend out with a science project for one of their classes at our local college, which ended up being something a lot more out of the ordinary than I had initially thought.

"Human egg incubation. But not like a human egg, you have plenty of those. I found these alien eggs on the black market and need a test subject to see if these are even real. Can you help me please?" And me, being weak when it came to them, said yes. It has been 4 months since we inserted one of the eggs into my womb, at the time it was as small as a pea. They were a light green color, slightly glowing. To a normal eye, you wouldn't notice any difference with me. But I could see the beginning of a bump forming, the slight distended look of where my womb is, looking like I had just a little too much to eat. The bump was firm if I pressed against it, and I could often feel the egg shift when I moved around. It had definitely grown, I'm unsure by how much but enough for me to feel it's weight at all times.

When I pulled into the staff parking lot, I felt a sudden shift in my womb, more intense than the usual movement. Running a hand across the tiny bump, I felt to make sure that nothing was breaking before heading into work. Greeting my co-worker Annie, I moved to grab my apron when I felt a twinge deep in my belly. Placing my hand against the bump again, I felt the egg shift in a harsher way than normal. Weird, but it's not gonna stop me from getting my job done, I thought to myself as I tied on my apron and began to open up the bakery.

It wasn't even an hour into open when I had to excuse myself for a bio break, quickly rushing to the bathroom as another wave of pain washed over me. As soon as I was in a stall I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down enough to expose me stomach and underwear. Looking at my bump, I noticed it was a bit more pronounced and I could feel the egg shift again uncomfortably, holding back a groan at the feeling. But the pain wouldn't let up, a near wiggling feeling from how much the egg was shifting again the walls of my womb. Then it all came to a crest when I felt a pop like feeling, a small rush of what seems to be blue slime coming from between my legs and soaking my underwear.

"Oh, fuck me." I cursed under my breath as I grabbed some toilet paper to quickly wipe away what would be best described as my waters, really it was a mucus sac the egg had developed around itself to keep it safe. Once I was cleaned enough, I pulled my pants back up and quickly rushed to the break room to grab my phone, texting my friend that the egg was on its way. That's when it dawned on me, I had signed up for a double shift today. Realizing that I had to stall the birth of this egg as much as possible, I put back on my apron and walked back to the counter with determination: make it thought this shift without having this egg.

Not even halfway though my first shift, I realized that was easier said than done. The egg, which turns out was massive, had managed to fully get into my birth canal and weighing heavily on my hips. I was saving my groans until I was in the pantry or couldn't be heard over the espresso machines. The worst part though, is that I was so turned on by it. The hiding, the weight and feeling of the egg shifting lower and lower, and nobody else knew that I was using all my mental strength not to give in and push the massive egg out of me. Moving throughout the motions of making yet another caramel macchiato, I bent down to grab another carton of milk when the egg shot forward, resting just behind my lips. I let out a startled yelp at the feeling, Annie giving me a weird look at my sudden outburst. "Hit my head." Was all I said and she gave a nod of understanding before returning to the customer.

By 3pm, I was sweating, constantly denying my bodies cry to push practically every minute as I moved around the bakery. My confident walk had turned into a slow, almost waddle. It felt like there was a bowling ball between my legs, and with every step the feeling of the egg shifting right at my entrance was torture. But I couldn't push, not here and definitely not right before the after-school rush of students. Standing behind the counter taking orders, a regular walked up and began chatting about her annoying professor. I felt myself relax a bit, swinging into our normal conversation. Biggest mistake. Not even realizing, my body began pushing, feeling the sudden stretch of my hole making me whimper out in shock and pain. Without apologizing, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly undid my pants again, pulling my underwear down too. I could see the tiniest bit of hard, glowing green shell peaking between my lips. Running my fingers against it, I moaned out as I pushed it back in, my body protesting as I did. Once I felt safe enough, I returned to work, only for all the progress I had just undone to return, feeling my opening begin to spread again just a bit as the egg slowly shifted downward.

Finally, after two hours of feeling the egg ever so slowly stretch me open, I left work for the day and as quickly as I could rushed to my car. The second I sat down, the angle from the seat and my jeans pushed the egg back into me a bit, causing me to groan at the feeling. I pressed a hand to my throbbing cunt, feeling the slight outline of the egg though my pants. It wasn't crowning, but it was getting close. Driving home was almost as bad as working, the constant burning and subconscious pushing but the egg not being able to move due to my underwear and jeans.

I managed to get into my home with only a slight waddle, not being able to fully close me legs with the giant egg weighing between them. I didn't even try to get to my room, heading to the couch in the living room and striping off every article of clothing on my body. I pressed one hand over my pussy again, feeling the egg against my palm. It felt like it was tearing me open, at least the size of an ostrich egg, and hand more of a bumpy texture. I whimpered for hours as I squatted and tried to push the egg out of my cunt, playing with my clit to try and ease the slide out with arousal. Around 11pm, I finally got the egg to crown, crying out as it felt like I was being split open and simultaneously orgasming, managing to have the egg pop and slip free of my poor, overstretched cunt.

[perfectqueenfan]

I'd love to answer any scenarios/questions though ask rn. If you've got a story or fantasy or any questions you want to know about me please ask away! DM IS NOT OPEN RN.

[perfectqueenfan]

Do you write fanfiction stories too if someone has an idea for one? Of course just for fun

Possibly, I probably won't do like tv show or book characters, but if it's made up people for the use of the one shot story on here then maybe.

[perfectqueenfan]

You were just a normal girl, but then your belly grew into full term in minutes and now you’re giving birth and struggling to get your pants off.

Today was my day off and I had finally returned home from hanging out with my friends. As I set my stuff down, I decided to do some simple chores to at least make myself feel like i've been productive today. Whilst doing laundry, my stomach began to hurt a bit, my jeans feeling like they were pressing into me. I probably just ate too much earlier I thought to myself as I skimmed my hand across my belly.

A few minutes later, whilst doing dishes I felt like my pants had grown impossibly tighter. Setting a plate down I undid the button on my jeans in hopes of reliving some of the pressure. As I reached out to grab another bowl I felt a sudden tightness in my stomach and skin, looking down I watched as my stomach began to swell and round out in front of me. I gasped in shock and quickly dropped the bowl in favor of placing both hands on my stomach, trying to stop whatever was happening.

Next thing I knew I was standing there panting, looking extremely pregnant, probably overdue if I knew any better. "What the fuck? What is happening to me?!" I gasp out. Just as I took my first step away from the counter, I felt a sharp pain and what felt like a deep pop from within. I looked down to see that my water had broken as a stabbing pain shot through my whole body.

"No no no no, this can't be happeninggggg-" I groan out as a contraction hits, a heavy weight beginning to press into my pelvis and settle in my hips. I knew from my health classes that I was very much in labor and that whatever this was was coming now. As best as I could, I waddled into my living room, barely reaching the back of the couch before I felt the first urge to push. Scared, I listened to my body and bore down, feeling the head quickly shoot down to rest right behind my opening. I shuddered at the feeling, barely recovering before the urge returned. As I pushed I could feel the head begin to stretch me open, and that's when I realized that I was still wearing my jeans and underwear. Now I was trying to stall pushing this baby out of me while getting my tight jeans off my body.

When I bent down a bit to try and get the pants past my knees, I felt the head move forward again, crying out in pain as I stretched to accommodate the massive head. I quickly moved my hand to my underwear, feeling the head nearly crowing. I moaned at the pressure as I managed get my pants off before I bore down, the head crowing and popping out into my underwear with a gush of amniotic fluid. I whimpered out as I felt the head in my hand, and the burning pressure from the shoulders. With one final push I managed to get the rest of the baby out of me with a scream.

Staring down at the baby in my hands, I looked at it and myself in horror as it cried and I felt another cramp of pressure press against my birth canal.

[perfectqueenfan]

You didn’t know you were pregnant, until you were trying desperately to find a way to stop the crowning head between your legs.

This is literally my worst nightmare and yet my dream, especially if it was a cryptic pregnancy. I would definitely be crying out of fear and pain as I feel the hard surface of the babies head, pushing against it as if I could push it back inside me and stop all of this. If I was home i'd immediately run to my mirror and look at myself in horror and awe as the babies head sits at a tight crown, my body begging me to push but i'd be too out of it to do so. Eventually my body would do it for me, the head popping free with a gush of amniotic fluid as I stand there looking at the head between my legs. Little did I know how painful the shoulders would be.

[birth-lov]

I need a big head stuck between my legs as I struggle for hours trying to push out a huge baby.