You sat in your dorm, half your project done, sat on your desk. A little nest where you were going to present the replica dinosaur eggs, without its crown jewel however the eggs.

You rubbed your humongous stomach self consciously which has stretched to an unimaginable size. You were naked but there was no way you could see further than your gargantuan bullet shaped stomach littered with red and purple stretch marks and veins. 'Gives a whole new meaning to "ready to pop"' you thought to yourself. You squirted more oil you purchased from a dubious store (along with the egg kit of course) on your puffy pussy that you could barely reach and rubbed it in. It made you feel hot all over but still you dutifully resumed your nightly ritual.

The rubbing felt incredible, before you knew it you barely had any oil left and you were writhing beneath your stomach. You probably would've arched your back off the bed too if you weren't pinned against it by the weight. Then suddenly something shifted within you, you could practically feel your pelvis creak as a torrent of fluid flooded your bed.

You tried to at least get yourself up on your elbows to see in the mirror facing your bed, what was going on.

The bed was soaked alright and between your legs was something slimey and brownish.

"What the fuck..." you muttered to yourself, trying to at least somehow maneuver your body on your hands and knees. Was this it? Upon examining it closer, you realised what it was and your heart dropped just as an extreme wave of pain washed over you. It was the fucking mucus plug. But why was it so huge. How much would your cervix have to dilate if this was keeping it sealed. 15 cm? 20 cm?

You started to feel sick. Just how many eggs were there?!

The sudden pressure increasing tenfold halted your train of thought.

At least you were already on your hands and knees right, besides you had the whole night to yourself. You bore down gingerly and hoped that your huge stomach pressing against the mattress would help too. Nothing but more liquid came out and the pain and pressure was only increasing.

After 3 hours of rocking back and forth with 0 results you decided it was time to get serious about this. You steadied yourself, gripped the sheets and gave a huge push.

Nothing.

1 hour into birthing with all your might you didn't even notice how far apart your legs were and how much your lower half felt like jelly when finally you felt something behind your entrance. Encouraged by the progress you began pressing on the top of your stomach with one hand while gritting your teeth and bearing down hard. Something began emerging. Covered in a slimey substance a jelly like egg started poking through your aching cunt. You moaned and pushed as hard as you could, waiting for the relief of it plopping out onto the blanket so you could birth the rest but it never came. With the next effort you buried your face into your pillow, hopefully muffling your desperate screams. Every time you let up the egg would slide back, nestled deep into the warm slick of your pussy.

This went on for another hour or so when you finally gave a push hard enough that got the egg to a point it wouldn't slip back from. You almost felt relieved. It will slide out any second, right?

Your pussy was stretched to its natural limit as you panted and pushed. But this birth was anything but natural...your only luck was that you kept up your oil regimen because soon you felt something slick and almost gelatinous touch your inner thighs, even with your legs spread.

"Wh-what?!" You whined into the pillow.

Fuck.

No no no no no.

This was supposed to be several small eggs not ONE. Cold sweat covered every inch of your body as the realisation hit. How would this ever come out?! There was no way you could call for help, what would you say, not to mention that you were fully immobilised by the gargantuan egg spreading you open way past what should be humanly possible.

Back when you realised what was happening to you, you tried watching at least SOME birthing videos though you knew your experience would be nothing like that. You tried to think back to them hoping to remember anything from the ones where petite women would have to squeeze out a 10lbs kid. Although even those babies would seem like light work compared to whatever was stuck in you. The pain made it much to hard to think but then suddenly you had an idea!

Gravity would help.

You gathered all your strength to heave yourself up from your hands and knees only onto your knees you could hopefully get into a crouching position from there. However as soon as you glanced up and caught your reflection in the mirror, in a split second, before you could change the outcome you realised it was a huge mistake.

The egg was absolutely humongous and your pussy was stretched grotesquely around it, completely white and on the brink of tearing and worst of all you could not kneel down as the egg was so gargantuan. It was touching the mattress. Or at least you couldn't kneel down without the egg sliding back into your tortured cunt a few inches with a sickening squelch.

You held back the urge to throw up and fought until you were in a squatting position.

You didn't care about making noise anymore, you screamed while pushing down on your pulsating stomach that was urging you to expell the giant egg while with your other hand you reached down to rub your clit. The clit you could barely locate as it was practically flat against the egg with your pussy pulled so taut.

This seemed to be somewhat helping you progress however an earth shattering orgasm caught you off guard and you lost your balance.

You fell onto your back and with the sudden change of position your birth canal caused the hideously massive egg to practically be sucked in once more. All the progress you made was undone and the wind was knocked out of you at the ginormous intrusion. You screamed and thrashed on the bed, violently pressing down on your stomach and pushing with strength you didn't know where you got from.

By this time you were laboring for over 8 hours. You laid in bed and just felt wave after wave of contraction wash over you, the weight of the egg in your birth canal had to be about 50lbs and every 10 minutes or so you felt a dull sensation of pleasure course through you as the contractions were easing the egg out of you agonising by agonising millimeter and every once in a while it'd brush against your tortured clit just right.

You were just about to resign yourself to your fate when you realised the small bottle of oil was within reach in this cursed position. There was still some left, not that it'd make much difference now, you were probably going to die like this. With a humongous egg wrecking your lower half.

You picked up the bottle and with hazy eyes read the instructions again. This was your last hope. Maybe you missed something.

'MORE effective if orally taken?!'

Your eyes widened as you wasted no time gulping down the last of it. Too bad you didn't read another sentence which would've clarified that you only need droplets in a glass of water.

It immediately took effect and kicked your labour into high gear again, you screamed as you practically felt your womb and birth canal undulating, forcing you to scream and push like never before. You spread your legs nearly into a split while thrusting your hips into the air.

"Fuck! FUCK! My cunt will tear, fuck fuck my pussy!!!"

The egg slowly slid out and stopped at its widest point. This made you trying to hold your legs back an utter waste as the egg was already doing it for you. The pain made you unable to breathe properly. You took shallow panicked breaths but by this point you lost all sense of your dignity.

You HAD to give birth then and there.

You let out an animalistic scream and screwed your eyes shut. A vein popped out on your forehead and no doubt you burst a few blood vessels. You didn't care anymore, you used both hands to push down on your stomach and gritted your teeth hard enough to chip them

"FUCK, COME OUT ALREADY!!"

Then with a contraction that made you see stars, the egg erupted from your canal, not to mention the aftershocks of your final effort pushed out at least 5 liters of whatever fluid this was out of your pussy along with the huge egg, mixed with urine that you couldn't bear to hold any longer. Your bed was sopping wet and your cunt twitched and pulsated as one of the most intense orgasms of your life ripped through you.

Before you passed out you mustered enough strength to glance at the clock on your bedside table.

It was almost midday.

(i believe you are thinking about this post by @its-crowning)

this is super hot and i love the idea. the day he turns 18 he's being fucked raw, crying and begging, but there's no use resisting. every day, his parents arrange for him to get used, telling him that he has to pull his weight around the house + pay for college somehow. he begs for them to stop, tells them he'll get a job and pay that way, but they refuse - they're making too much this way for them to agree to let him stop.

pretty quickly, he gets pregnant. he tells his parents and they tell him to just pause the pregnancy. he tries and tries, but it doesn't work. his unsympathetic parents don't offer further advice, figuring it's his own problem. finally, he figures it out... 8 months in.

he wants so badly to transition, but there's nothing he can do so hugely pregnant. he goes all the way through college like that, dysphoric and self-hating, huge and curvy, more feminine than he ever wants to be again. fucked every single day after (and sometimes during, in a closet nearby) classes, unable to do anything but accept the rape. it's even worse now than it was at the beginning, because people will pay extra to fuck him in his hugely gravid state; sometimes he even gets raped outside of the arrangement his parents set up, because his pregnant curves are just so irresistible. but he makes himself go through the pregnancy - once the babies come out, his life will be over, and he's way too young for that kind of responsibility, so he chooses to continue suffering at least until he graduates.

eventually, he graduates, and he's out of his parents' control enough to stop getting used as a fleshlight. after a couple more years, he has a relatively stable job, and he figures it's time to finally rid his body of this burden. he doesn't want to be a father, but he wants to transition, and being so pregnant was miserable. so, he unpauses.

waking up to a belly that has dropped a bit, notably bigger and more pushed out than the day before, and knowing i’ll really have to do some contortions and be out of breath all day in order to fit in my corset. staring at my roundness in the mirror with disgust, and pleading with it to cooperate as i wrestle the corset on.

having to deal with the coworker that put this thing in me, the jealousy i feel that he can walk away from our encounter and forget about it, while i grow heavy. he doesn’t even know his baby is squirming in me, making me nauseous. he just asks if i’m gaining a bit of weight like an oblivious asshole—that’s how i know the corset isn’t working as well as it used to. it’s buckling at the seams. pushing up against my shirt, a little—a shirt that would tear clean open if the corset were to burst. sometimes it feels like it’s close if i take a deep breath.

knowing that, despite all of this, i still have weeks upon weeks to go. it’s only going to get bigger.

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

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He's nearly sixty years old, well past the age of someone who should be able to conceive. Besides that, he's always believed he couldn't get pregnant. He's intersex, with a functional cock and testes, though internal. Sure, he has a pussy, but a doctor told him long ago that he can't carry. His marriage to his wife didn't withstand the test of time, but they had a few kids, and he's been a grandpa for the past decade or so.

mm, i definitely feel something there. kind of feels like an egg, like, tennis ball-sized? maybe a baseball? i don't know, but it's sort of writhing. there's multiple in there, i can definitely feel them. here, feel them yourself. you feel them, right?

you think you look bigger? you want me to measure you? you're definitely getting bigger. i can feel even more this time. you're so pretty like this. so round. i'm feeling fifteen right now.. do you think you'll get bigger? i hope so.

you can feel them moving? oh, really? can I feel? mm, they really are moving a lot.. it's like they're fighting for room. lay down, i'll rub your belly. are you hungry? i mean, you're eating for.. twenty-one, now. no, i swear i'm not lying! i feel at least twenty in there! not my fault your belly's growing! it looks good on you.

god, you look like you're ready to pop. you look so good, baby. want me to rub it? i can really feel them shifting in there. it's like there's more every time, right? how long do you think until they hatch? or when you give birth? c'mon, it's okay. you're doing so well.

Going into a big mall, you're one of hundreds or thousands of people there. No one will notice the difference from when you walk in to when you walk out...

And there's different ways to do it!

Going into a bathroom to go from no air to completely maxed out, and then continue walking around like nothing happened.

Slow manual pumps while you walk, discreetly putting your hands in your pockets. Fwwssh fwwssh fwwssh. Slow growth, throughout the day.

Someone could have a remote control to a small automatic pump that they activate whenever they want, watching your reaction as you feel the pressure rising within you and whispering teases into your ear.

As a feedee grows and fills with fat, their body responds with a variety of warning signs that they’re putting on weight. Stretched red marks, faster breathing, a labored heart from having to heave the weight around. And for many, they’ll gain until they find a comfortable compromise between their lust for fat and their physical limits. Stopping to appreciate their new plush body, but still clinging to the idea of a regular life.

That isn’t what you’re here for. You aren’t made to worry about what your body is telling you — not made to live a normal life.

over on Fansly 😈