Something about the idea of being painfully gravid, brimming with eggs that are quickly running out of space… It’s incredible. The feeling that they are coming out *now*, and they need somewhere else to gestate - it has to be you. I need your help, *please*
Imagine your belly rapidly expanding with eggs, first becoming as large as a full term pregnancy, then as large as full term with twins, imagine that it keeps growing so much your skin becomes red, littered with countless stretchmarks, your belly more of a giant torpedo shape than anything else and tight as a drum. Imagine being so stuffed you can hardly breathe. But you'd still feel the eggs multiplying and expanding until they'd force you into labour as there is quite literally NO MORE ROOM left.
But of course they wouldn't be done just yet, they'd need more time! So I'd be more than happy to help you out, we'd press our warm, slick holes against each other so you could birth each and every egg directly into my waiting boycunt. It'd feel so intense, my womb having not been stretched yet but having to accommodate quick because the pressure is forcing you to push egg after egg into me, without pause or mercy.
Would you feel relieved to see my belly start to get filled and round out? Or would you feel dread seeing that yours has barely gotten smaller and at this rate both of us will have to find more willing participants. 🤭💕
