wish there was a toy for this + imagine
You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)
I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum 😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible
You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.
The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.
Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.
Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.
The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.
"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."
As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy
The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.
Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.
You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.
On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.
“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”
You cave, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as you rub your huge, vibrating gut for the camera.
