Spending literal hours desperately trying to push out a difficult, extra gooey large egg, feeling the goo pulse with every shudder from your desperate body.
Gripping the bed to try to get some control but with every push, every attempt to move it closer to finally slipping out your hole is met with resistance that feels so physically gentle that it’s frustrating.
The eggs centre is slightly harder, a beautiful solid blue. The gentle goo surrounding it is opaque green, seeming to constantly regenerate. With every push some of the green goo, a thick, lubey goo, ebbs out of your hole. It seems to never stop. It adapts to your body, seeming to work against you desperately trying to lay it.
Every intense push only forces more goo out of your hole, creating a puddle between your legs, but getting you no further to laying this egg. Your swollen stomach seeming to grow with every passing minute and the puddle between your thighs shamefully large, you whimper and hold your legs apart, spreading your hole as far as you can yourself, you close your eyes and focus.
One long, hard, aching push.
The egg obviously wasn’t moving with the constant rough desperate pushes, the type that normally send small eggs bouncing out of your hole.
Focusing on your womb, the weight, your outstretched stomach, you begin to push.
The first twenty seconds seem to pause the world. It doesn’t feel like anything inside is moving but fuck, it feels like some relief.
And then the centre of the egg, and the enormous mass of goo, begin to move.
“Just a bit more. A little bit more. “
The weight inside shifts and everything changes from a slow, methodical process of pushing to a head spin. The egg, without so much as a seconds warning, finally was pushed through your cervix, and there was an end in sight. This egg could finally be laid.
“Just push. Just PUSH. Fuck keep going. Don’t you dare fucking stop-“
You can feel it. You can feel your hole stretching open with every minute passing.
“please just a bit more, don’t stop now, I can feel it-“
You’re still being stretched open. Fuck. It’s not stopping.
“ OH GOD ITS TOO FUCKING BIG “
It’s still going. Don’t stop pushing.
“ITS TOO BIG OH GOD ITS TOO-“
The egg finally, after hours of struggle, slips out into your puddle, leaving your body shaking and your hole stretched wide open, goo pouring out.
You lay in bliss with the huge egg between your thighs, breathing deeply to catch your breath after the struggle.
