#egg birth

[preggoliciouslyround]

Want to be stuffed with tentacles that pump, in and out, pushing past my cervix and fucking countless eggs into my womb, then fertilizing them with lots and lots of hot, intoxicating cum. Want to be high and delirious off it, my brain turned off, only aware of the eggs growing, writhing inside me, my skin pulling taut and then further still as the eggs expand over… hours? Days? Who knows. Want to feel my tits grow heavy and painful, feel my nipples become swollen and puffy. And then eventually, after what feels like an eternity of eggs and heat and neediness pooling within, I want to feel the rush of pain and pressure, and the intense, almost orgasmic release that comes when my water breaks, more liquid than has ever poured out of me before. I want to feel every inch of every egg as my body pushes them down, towards their entrances into the world. Want to feel the pressure mounting between my hips, then pressing into my cervix, opening and opening and coming down until it’s bulging out of me behind the lips of my cunt. Want to feel my legs shake as my lips finally start to part, burning as I realize just how much my tight hole is going to have to stretch. But the pain is pleasure, my moans with each contraction laced with eroticism, fueled by the eggs themselves, their membranes seeped in whatever sedative the creature’s sperm contained. Want to feel my legs spreading on their own as the massive egg widens my hole, my toes curling, my tits starting to leak simply from the force of each of my desperate pushes. Want to feel the pressure grinding against my clit from the inside, only intensifying as the egg approaches a crown. Gasping, breathing shakily as the widest part of the egg begins to breach my opening. Taking a moment to bask in the pleasure of the burn and the stretch. And then when the next contraction begins, pushing with all my might. Want to feel the first egg finally wrest free of me with a loud pop! And a long moan of pleasure on my lips, the release causing an orgasm to ripple through my entire body. Over and over and over again until the end, exhausted and with only a few eggs left to birth. Want to be sucked of effort to give, the sedation wearing off as there’s less and less of the eggs and their membranes to intoxicate me. Feeling the burn worsen each time a pulsing egg shoots out of my raw cunt. Until I don’t have anything left, so my body has to take over, pushing in short bursts as I fade in and out of consciousness. Falling asleep while my cunt stretches around the rim of an egg, where the widest part sits just inside me. Waking with a scream as a more intense contraction begins, my body pushing involuntarily, eyes opening as the final egg shoots out of me. Want to be panting, finally empty, drunk on my body’s hormones, when I feel the familiar touch of a tentacle, working its way back into my ruined cunt. Want to feel it push past my cervix again, still not yet closed after the days-long birth. Want to feel eggs, smaller this time (for now), but more numerous, deposited back into my newly-emptied womb, and want to feel myself fading into sleep again as the tentacle pulls out of me with a wet squelch, satisfied with having bred me again.

[fareplay]

Being strapped to a table where researchers keep poking and measuring and teasing you until you get wet and flustered. They bring out a baster full of strange goo and shove it inside you, pushing every ounce of the cold thick fluid inside. It takes a little under an hour for your belly to start getting big, your stomach muscles keep tightening as if to fight against the expansion happening inside. Your observers watch apathetically and bring forth a cold metal tray to place between your legs. As your body continues to change, you wriggle and pull against the restraints but they hold you down and keep taking measurements, keep rubbing and stimulating your body. You lose sight of your toes as the mountain of your belly thrusts upwards, jagged with veins and growing transluscent with some unnatural color. You never even conciously push but you hear the splat of eggs hitting the tray, one after the other. They keep growing inside you and overflowing out onto the tray as gloved hands stroke you into orgasm again and again.

[eldritchpotato]

In which a slime lives inside you and makes you cum slimes. Now be a good little incubator and find someone to fuck.

Killing slimes was supposed to be an easy way to make some money. They are practically just balloons you have to pop.

It was your fault you didn’t keep your guard up, your fault that when you had to pee in the bushes, you didn’t go that far.

You got ambushed with your pants around your ankles and well… one wriggled inside you. The damn thing was surprisingly agile and determined. By the time you had fended off the other attacks well… it was too late.

You couldn’t exactly go fishing around your cunt in the middle of the woods to try and pull a slime out of yourself.

Though maybe you should have at least tried, because you can feel it pressing deeper, worming its way further and further inside you.

It’s incredibly distracting and more than a little concerning. At least it doesn’t seem to be trying to digest you.

Though that relief quickly begins to fade as you feel the slime start to expand. At first you think it’s just bloating, but no. The slime is starting to stretch you out, growing inside you… incubating.

That premise shouldn’t make you throb the way it does. You need to get it out. It’s just your damn luck that the nearest doctor is in a town a week’s journey away. You’ve got no choice but to endure it.

And it only gets worse, the swelling, you’re pretty sure your body is not supposed to be able to stretch like this so easily. Is it changing you somehow? Assimilating you? The thought makes you walk faster. The squirming weight inside you a constant torment. You’ve already soaked through your pants in slimy excretions. You try not to think about it.

The next morning you wake in your tent with a cock. A tentacle of slime that had slid out of you, solid and far too sensitive. The slime has fused with your nerves, it’s the only explanation for why fucking your hand could possibly feel so good. It’s a part of you now.

And fuck you can’t stop fucking your hand. If only you had something more, something warmer, something tighter.

You don’t get to walking until after lunch, a visible bulge in your pants that twitches with every step.

You feel full, you need to cum so bad, you need to cum inside someone so bad.

You end up leaning against a tree, desperately fucking yourself at the side of the road. Just a short break, just a quick one to clear your head.

Your cock feels so fucking good, you could live like this forever. And when you cum, its minds shattering as a small slime spurts from your new tentacle.

It goes hopping off into the woods leaving you alone with your throbbing tentacle. You feel a little less full, but one orgasm was hardly satisfying enough.

At this rate you’ll never make it to town, you can barely cum out slimes as fast as new ones are grown. You’ll be confined to the forest forever, a slime incubator, desperate to find a nice warm host to fill with your spawn.

Though every time another slime slides free from you with a shudder, you find you don’t mind that possibility quite as much as you did before.

[blight-freak-parade]

Egg so big that when its time to lay it, it is completely stuck behind your pelvis, no matter how hard you push. After days of struggle, your body gives up, your contractions fading away. You are completely exhausted and defeated, fully believing you’ll be stuck with this egg inside you forever now. Days turn into weeks, and you try to keep on going, eating for two still. The odd contractions come and go, but labor never begins again.

Weeks later, one night, you go to sleep, you stomach cramping particular hard tonight, but you had long lost hope it could be actual contractions… And you wake up violently to a harsh, familiar tightening all across your tummy, as it misshapens in bursts that sink and stretch the skin in ways you never had seen before, but throw you into a world of agony completely unlike your first failed birth. You try to push, but you realize something heavy and monstrous is rolling inside you.

Something that is hatching, having been incubated in the warm refuge of your worm all this weeks, as if it had been laid, and isn’t all that pleased about its new, small home.

You are realizing too late. Even the signs of labor your ignored- but there is no time now, as your womb tightens and demands you to push, and you grit your teeth, sinking your hands into your aching belly and do just that. Squeezed by your overtaxed womb, the creature is guided downwards, and as it realizes finally where its path to freedom lies, its shoves its head into your pelvis with such force you feel your bones creak, and birthing fluids soak your sheets. Strangely, you don’t feel its shell, perhaps its soft, but you have no time to worry about that right now.

Another contraction envelopes you, and combined with the creature’s efforts, it begins to breach your birth canal, your pelvis creaking ominously. You scream, sweating, toes curling with effort, but you refuse to stop pushing until your body lets go off you. The babe squirms impatiently, what you guess is its tail, thick and heavy, slapping your lungs, cutting off your breath, but as another contraction takes over, you push just as hard as before, if not harder.

You’ve been given a second opportunity, and your hips might have been too small to pass the giant egg, but you WILL give birth to this creature. Even if it breaks you.

[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.

[lightsoutbabw]

An egg about the size of a honeydew melon, where it can sit back in the body but it looks like you’ve only put on a little bit of weight. Confused, pregnancy tests negative. Until you’ve got a full day of class and a heavy feeling in your hips. I need some poor college student with their cunt bulging all throughout the day. Going to the bathroom and trying so hard to force the egg out but it won’t budge past their lips any further. Just barely there and shy of coming out. Being forced to sit back down on it and endure.

[soft-bunny-tummy]

thinking about catching up with old friends and waddling up in a cute sundress with my belly round and on full display. the shocked gasps and congratulations i’d receive from getting pregnant since the last time they saw me. and then comes the question i’ve been waiting for.

“how far along are you?”

i rub my full tummy and make up a lie on the spot. “about five months! the twins sure are big,” i’d smile at their surprised faces. they can’t believe i still have weeks—months, left when i already look so plump.

but i just smile blissfully as they chatter away, thinking about the eggs that are steadily growing inside me. they size up randomly, pushing my stomach out further as they demand more space. i’m not even sure how many there are, but i know i was made to incubate them however many times my lover pumps me full of them.

[broodybun]

spent last night being coached through birthing an egg by an amazing person i'm too nervous to tag lol, but it was definitely one of the best births i've had and i need to share

it was pretty late, so i only incubated the egg for a few minutes- but at one point during incubation i was told to give the smallest push i could, and it felt so intense, i could feel every inch of the egg nestled inside me and yet my push was so small it didn't move at all and only made me more desperate than i already was to start birthing

i was allowed to finally start pushing while laying on my back, but i had to keep a hand over my pussy so i could feel myself push and to keep the egg crowning without coming out. after awhile of pushing i finally felt the egg bulging my pussy, opening me up without being able to go anywhere. i stayed like that for a few minutes before i had to gently push it back inside of me

and then i was told to go on all fours (a position i hadn't even thought of trying before this person mentioned it hehe) i've never felt anything like it. the egg felt so heavy and i felt so full. pushing took so much energy i couldn't even balance on my hands and knees, i had to drop to my elbows leaving my ass in the air. i could feel the egg coming down my birth canal with every push, and eventually i got it to crown. but with the position i was in, the egg wound up slipping back in the second i took a break from pushing. this happened a lot, i probably spent at least a good five minutes crowning and feeling my pussy burn and stretch around the egg as i struggled to birth it

eventually i pushed hard, feeling the egg crowning more thoroughly than before, and for a moment it was stuck at its widest point, keeping my pussy pulled into a tight circle around it, until i managed to push hard again and i birthed the egg with an audible pop as it came out

i was sooo blissed out after it was insane <33