Imagining getting fucked by an ovipositor and having thousands of tiny marble sized eggs pumped into me. My belly already gets decently bloated after having them swirling inside me, yet after an hour the eggs start getting bigger and rounder. Just like orbeez, they begin to swell up bigger inside of me, causing my enormous belly to get even bigger as well.
After a few hours, my poor belly is strained and taut as I look like I’m 9 months pregnant. Stretch marks redden and scar across my belly as I feel the eggs slowly but surely begin to slip out of me. I still feel some of them continue to swell up inside my belly, assuring me that this will take longer than I thought.
mmmmhhh.
it was probably a mistake assuming you were done growing after the ovipositor slid out. What you should've done was go home, put on sweatpants, and nurse the cravings.
Instead, you put on a pair of jeans and went to see some friends. Now you have a button cutting into your belly, a dark spot between your legs, and way, way too many questions. If you could focus on them - and not the relentless shifting of swelling eggs, or the screaming needs for your body to feed them - you might have been able to get some help. Perhaps some belly rubs, or an ice cream runner. But you're doubled up on the floor, already hopelessly plugged up by a halfway-laid egg. You can't pry your waistband apart enough to even undo the button. And the stretch marks on your gut are only growing angrier.
What the hell were you thinking?