Want to scissor with someone and when our pussies are pressed together, they lay a bunch of little eggs in me. They're not big at first, you wouldn't be able to tell I'm pregnant. It's not until later that I start showing as the eggs incubate and grow larger. My hips and butt grow to prepare for the laying and my tits swell with milk. My belly grows to the size of a third trimester in only a month. My shirts are tight around it, barely covering it. My tits stretch the material. Even with a bra on, my nipples are still visible. They're super sensitive, the lightest touch makes them stiffen. A slight squeeze or tug makes them leak.
The eggs would grow to a medium size inside me. I'd look heavily pregnant, like I was overdue. The pressure of the eggs would be heavy against my cervix. Rubbing my belly would only do so much. It would only be when I felt the first egg sink lower and the pressure move downward that things would start to feel better. But then I'd have to start laying. The eggs would be coming, and fast. Maybe I'd be out in public, like at the store. I'd be wearing tight but somewhat stretchy clothes, like leggings. I'd try so hard to keep them in until I was finished, but it'd be no use. The first one would start crowning in the dairy aisle. It would be fitting, given the milk that would be leaking from my nipples. I'd press a hand against my crotch to try and push it back in, but it wouldn't work. That egg would come out regardless of my opinion.
It would finally push it's way out in the checkout line. It would feel so good, slick and relatively small. The way it'd pop out would be so relieving. I'd check out and hobble my out, trying not to bring too much attention to myself as the second egg crowned. Luckily, my grocery load would be pretty light. I would manage to get everything in the trunk before the second one was laid, but only just barely. I would just be climbing in the back seat as the second egg pushed it's way into my leggings, shoving the first one up and over my rock hard clit. Milk would drip onto the seat, me on my hands and knees to lay better. I wouldn't even bother taking off my pants as the next egg crowned.
With just a little rock of my hips, the two eggs already out would roll over my clit, making me cum. That would be enough to send out the third egg. The fourth, fifth, and sixth would be pumped out shortly after. It would only be when all of the eggs were out that I would finally take my pants off, huffing with the effort. Vaginal fluid would coat my pussy and inner thighs and milk will have soaked my shirt
