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When you place a careful hand over the taut and rounded dome of your belly you can feel it, the distinctive shape of each smooth segment as the massive millipede curls in on itself within the confines of your womb. If you remain perfectly still, you can feel the restless movement of hundreds of tiny legs as the growing insect attempts to make itself comfortable inside of its host.

When people stop you to congratulate you, to ask you questions about how many babies you’re carrying and when are you due, you smile and lie to them, weaving one story or another to explain away how swollen and full you’ve become in such a short time. They can’t know that it’s because somehow, some way, a monstrously sized millipede has been rapidly gestating inside of you for a few months now, and you certainly can’t tell them that you have no clue when you’re due simply because it just keeps growing, with no end in sight.

In the end, it continues for another month, almost two, until your body can take no more. By then, you look more than full term with triplets, with the millipede having grown to a length and girth rivaling that of an anaconda. When your knees buckle and a strange milky fluid gushes from between your legs, your heart races as you realize that oh god all of it has to come out and you have no idea how much of it there is, but you’re about to find out.

The thick, blunted collum of the millipede bullies it way past your rapidly dilating cervix, stretching your birth canal to make room for the rest of its slick, engorged body. When it emerges you can feel the wet antennae twitching against the stretched and sore lips of your cunt; almost as if the millipede is just as curious about you as you are of it.

Time blurs and everything burns as you fall into a cycle of constant, desperate pushing, fighting to birth every inch of this creature. Each smooth segment of its shiny black carapace is slick with fluids as you bear down, and sweat trickles down your temples as you tap into strength reserves that you didn’t even know you had. The bedroom grows humid and dark, and as you clutch at the ruined blankets beneath you, you wonder if it’ll ever stop, or if it’ll just keep unfurling from inside of you forever.

Finally, oh god finally, you feel the impossibly long body of the millipede taper ever so slightly, until at long last you feel the final segment slip free of you with a wet pop and a final gush of milky fluid. Completely drained, you collapse back against the headboard of your bed, chest heaving as you gulp down air. Soon, you feel the familiar twitch and wriggle of hundreds of legs as the millipede coils itself gently around your body, as if to thank you for all of your hard work.

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The idea is you'd start out with the smaller ones like gnomes or elves, but day one the hunky satyr managed to talk his way into your womb and now you're screaming out a massive kid in front of the hot centaur doctor who wishes it was his foal

Your next pregnancy is by faeries to give your poor womb a break, but you've been stretched out so much that you just swell and swell with them, and faerie labor is so fast you just feel like you're having a stomachache and suddenly you're pushing heaps and heaps of wriggly little bodies out into your pants in the middle of the supermarket. Your pussy is still so stretched from the satyr that each push lets out three, four, five, once even ten at a time, and you can't stop the contractions

Next the mermaids get a hold of you - the ovipositing kind at first, and you shiver as you deliver their clutch in the warm shallows. But then the beluga mermaid wants a piece of you, and next you're on your hands and knees in a shallow tank, a massive whale tail stretching you to your limits with the centaur doctor helping to pull it out... and seeing how well you can handle *that*, well-- he knows he's got to put a foal or two in you next.

And he does put a foal or two (two) in me. In the interest of repopulating the island in a timely fashion, the pregnancies are short, and two months later I’m squatting low, foaling for him. I can’t stay squatted for long though—they’re so big that after the head and first shoulders come out, I have to stand to allow room for the first torso and then the horse body. Maybe it’s better that I calved for a whale mermaid just before this ordeal.

I almost want to try a minotaur pregnancy next, but my centaur doctor and lover advises against it. I do a short werewolf pregnancy and lay down under the next full moon to whelp all night, and the pups are minuscule compared to a centaur foal, but there’s sixteen of them and I’m shaking with overstimulation by the end. A werebear finds me before the full moon sets and I’m pregnant again before the sun rises, even though I wonder if I should have waited for a minotaur like I wanted…

The werebear’s cubs fight inside me for the entire moon cycle, leaving me exhausted and in pain. I scream out the first one at midnight under the next full moon but the next one is breach. It takes me an hour of pushing to realize it, two hours for my centaur doctor to rotate the cub, and a fourth hour to push it out. I’m laying there exhausted when my belly squeezes and a third tiny cub falls out of my ruined hole—a little runt. I barely realized anything came out of me until I’m told.

It’s ghosts next time, physically the easiest to carry and birth because they weigh nothing and have no particular form, but the coldness in the belly and the clammy feeling as they slip out takes a mental toll on most. Not me! I’m fine…

Finally I can have my minotaur pregnancy. My doctor advises me to carry two or three so that they’re all slightly smaller when I give birth. But unfortunately, even though my minotaur suitor bred me to bursting with cum over several consecutive days, it’s just one calf. The doctor induces me a week early to help keep it on the smaller side, but I still spend two days pacing, thrashing, screaming, pushing. Finally the head is out and I lay in the calf’s father’s strong arms panting weakly while the centaur doctor pulls on each contraction. I calve 53 hours after being induced and it weighs 38 pounds.

My centaur tries to retire my womb, and I argue stoically against it, but he wins…sort of.

I get bored after a few weeks and seek out the slimes so I can have a nice cryptic pregnancy without anyone noticing. I carry small clutches for the basilisk and a single heir for the gnome queen (she heard about my early work), but eventually I slip up and find myself at the centaur doctor’s labor and delivery ward again, crowning something huge into my pants…

She lays next to you stroking your hair and face. You push rhythmically to get those damn eggs out, shifting from your front to your back to sitting up to kneeling down. So uncomfortable, you shuddered as your hole buldged, your body slowly giving in to birthing the first egg. Her colourful eyes watched closely, she stroked her cock as you struggled.

It felt like it happened in slow motion, you stretched and stretched and were pushed open more and more, breathing hard until finally the egg fell free.

She moaned happily as it fell, pulled you to her chest. You cried as she lovingly pushed her entire ovipositor back inside you, keeping the rest of her brood nice and deep.

She hugged you close and cockwarmed you for hours. You felt a jolt of- panic? Pleasure? -every time her cock pulsed inside you. Panic that it was another egg. Pleasure because, well, its still a throbbing cock inside you and youre still a greedy slut.

She might have slept, but its hard to tell. This was the closest thing to mercy youll have for a while, you make sure to appreciate it. You try not to squeeze or grind on her cock too much, and take advantage of resting.

But. Cmon.

The eggs feel like theyre growing minute by minute. Theyre crowding your insides, pushing against everything inside you, demanding room. She's fucked them so deep inside you, but with limited options they descend.

Much later, you both groaned sleepily as she pulled out. She still held you close, in a cuddly mood apparently. Drawing little circles along your distended stomach, watching the bulges shift inside you.

You keep trying to push and she doesnt seem to stop you. She sort of ... chitters happily. You breath in quick, even puffs, trying to keep the steady pressure as gnarled shells drag against every nerve inside you. Egg 2 finally crowns, you push more and make it split you open. Oh goddd its so much bigger than the first was. She copies your breathing, puffing with you as she pushes it back in.

You give her a pleading look but her hypnotising eyes shine with something like delight and nothing like mercy. Youre so sensitive you feel like youve been edged.

Finally, she sits you in her lap. She kisses and bites your neck with sharp teeth, she rubs your massive swollen belly proudly. You feel oversensitive, and brain-foggy.

You cant tell, as your knees are pushed wide open for her, if youre horrified or the most turned on youve ever been.

You whimper in her arms, grinding against her hand and shivering at her panflute-like breath on your ear. Egg 2 presses against your dripping wet entrance. You know she feels it on her hand, her musical voice picks up with excitement.

Youre breached by the narrow tip of egg, grown so much bigger than the first. Fucked loose so thoroughly and recently, now with gravity on your side, you dont have a choice. It splits you and forces you open. But of course it stops. Her hand cups it, but this time its not her that denies you. The bulbous end is too big to slip out on its own.

Youre tired but you steel yourself and push. All the eggs shift and you sting with fullness. Drawing ragged breaths, you feel more descend and egg 3 tapping on the end of the one that splits you open, threatening to be next.

The crowning egg pops out in a rush. Its a flash of pain as you are forced to stretch so much so quickly, but your pleasure in her hand she makes sure you cum at the same time. You cry out, wracked by every sensation.

She lets you close your legs but her hand is still at your core and theres nothing you can do to move it. You wail as egg 3 slips down into place between your loose hole. Was it better to have you legs open? Would anything make this hurt less?? You shift, and no, no it doesnt. She graps you and pulls your legs up with strength you could never match. The tip of the egg bulges obscenely out of you. You hump the air trying to dislodge it.

No thoughts as your lips expand and expand. Pleasure strikes you like lightning - which of course, makes you clench and bear down. You scream as egg 3 pops out as well. She watches your face as her deft fingers keep you cumming much longer than you can handle.

Number 4 she does catch, right where it feels like its ripping you apart. Holding you on the edge of relief, biting your ear as you scream. Its not even inside you, where your muscles could push it more. No, its just the widest part of the egg keeping you stretched.

The next egg knocks it, she taps them lightly inside you. The sound thrums deeply inside you. The next egg moved slower it feels bigger it feels bigger it feels bigger. You stop pushing for a moment, lean back on her shoulder and cry.

She finally pulls egg 4 free - then the tip of egg 5 follows quickly but oh it reaches your limit so much earlier than the others. Its definitely bigger.

You roll off of her and crawl onto all fours. Youre just too tired to sit up properly. Changing positions shifts the egg, the angle is different. Your legs feel forced open. Rocking back and forth to dislodge it from your body. You grunt with effort, and cry out when its finally birthed, that relief makes you cum.

She slips underneath you, and sits with her lovely hips right under your face. She strokes herself, that fat ovipositor with an x on the head. You know it opens up like petals. She sighs like windchimes as she slowly jerks herself off.

Your body was completely wrecked by this cock but ... fuck its so pretty. Leaning down you drag your tongue across the head, and are rewarded with her lovely moans. It makes you so happy that it tastes like you.

Gently sucking and tonguing her cock, 6 weighs down on your hole and opens you up with such a delicious stretch. Your hips rock to get it out, you convulse and cum on the shell.

Youre such a good slut for these eggs. You clench from cumming, this time squeezing the egg sucks it back in. Youre pulsing, sucking it back in and pushing it back down. Youre fucking yourself on this egg. You choke on her cock and you push.

The relief isnt orgasmic this time, in fact you dont get to enjoy it at all. 6 is birthed and 7 fills its place so quickly and wholly that you cry out and shudder. Theres such a unique horror to feeling something huge stuck half inside you.

You suck the head harder and stroke her from the base. Can she see what shes done to you? Can she see how your slick swollen hole buldges obscenely? You whimper, your thighs tremble and you desperately keep sucking her cock.

Dizzy from effort and choking, you push. Split open like a good breeding bitch, you push. Rutting against the air, you push. The rough shell dragging against your inner walls, you almost dont mind every time you feel it slip just a little back in.

You finally reach the crest, it feels like its moving on its own as its weight drags it out. You are wracked with convulsions as orgasms strike you like lightning, suddenly much lighter. She strokes your hair as you shudder and gasp in her lap. You did such a good job for her.

You’ve still got a month left to bake, finally finishing your chores of the day that slowly take longer and longer the more you grow. You think back to one of the almost due farmhands, belly swaying even when he wasn’t walking.

Everyone was expected to work until their water broke and soaked the straw floor. Despite his immense size, he was no exception. You feel a mild pang for him, and decide to make use of your unexpected free time by checking on him.

The barn he manages is across the farm, letting you feel your own weight move and shift with each step. You’re measuring bigger than most, already looking close to popping with still a month out. You rub the side of your stomach, soothing your aggressive passenger.

The minotaurs have already been corralled from the pasture, but there’s plenty of work to do inside. You crack the door open, a sudden groan stopping you from stepping all the way inside.

You peek, careful to not signal your presence. The farmhand is using both hands to lean against the wall, a dark, wet spot glistens on his light-wash jeans. He’s not aware of you yet, his legs spreading wider, a grunt echoing in the barn as a bulge presses out from his crotch.

He must’ve been in labor most of the day, but was as stubborn as the bulls they bred, working until his calf was dropping into his pants. You know you should go help him, but you just watch in fascination as more fluid drips out of him, the bulge slowly growing.

Jeans were more favored among the younger farmhands, switching out to sweats or shorts once they were far along enough. The jeans this farmhand wore seemed to have been from before he was even bred, sticking tight to every crevice of his body, including where his calf was trying to bulge out of. Every push took more force than the other sudden births you had witnessed, the farmhand bellowing loudly as his nails dug into the old wood of the wall.

His progress was slow, the head barely inching forward every time he bore down. But it was progress, enough to alleviate the guilt of hiding behind the doorjamb while he struggled.

The calf was huge, its head was no doubt the size of a large melon, forced to fight through the farmhand’s small hips and then the tight denim. Yet, his hands don’t move to his belt, just clinging to the wall as he circles his hips. With a particular jut of his hips and a soft moan, it occurs to you that he’s getting off to it just as much as you are.

You’re palming your tdick through your pants before you can even think. You had switched to sweats months ago, now regretting it as the softer material didn’t provide the friction you fantasized about. The calf in your stomach moves more as your arousal builds. One hand grinds the heel of your palm against your cock, while the other rubs the stretches and bulges from your passenger, eyes glued to the crowning farmhand every moment.

It’s harder to tell his progress with his jeans on. Slowly, the bulge grows to the size of a dinner plate, barely contained by the shuddering denim. The stretch across stops, the bulge pressing down and out instead. The farmhand keens as the stretch maxes out, and the real resistance of the denim begins. He reaches one hand behind him, moans growing louder as he feels around the bulge and how big it is.

You know you’ll have to step in soon. Any moment, the next push will go nowhere, the head pressing uselessly into the material. You press harder on your cock and belly, trying to chase your orgasm before it was too late.

The farmhand was starting to struggle, his hips bucking with every push, with barely any progress to show for it. His head droops, hips circling again as he fights harder for every bit of progress.

The head suddenly surges forward, the wet denim straining to keep it in place. When the farmhand stops pushing, it recedes, his cries echoing as the weight shifts back inside him. He’s hit his limit, but you haven’t come yet. Your hand keeps working against yourself instead of coming to his aid.

The farmhand takes a deep breath, widening his stance. It seems to do the opposite at first, the denim stretching tighter and forcing the head back up a little more, then he pushes again. It’s longer and harder than all his others, no longer trying to conserve his energy for the last stretch. He suddenly folds in half, pushing his ass back as the head strained against the seams.

You hear a slight pop. Then another, and another. The head in the jeans bags down, the seam bulging out as its stitches pop. With a final, violent scream, the farmhand drops until his head is between his feet, his face purple with strain, and the calf drops out into his jeans.

You finally cum. You quickly wipe your hand on your sweats, waddling in while the farmhand pants for breath. The bulge squirms as the calf wiggles, its body slightly visible through the barely together seam. You pull the farmhand’s pants down, taking the calf out and into the cold air.

The farmhand collapses, barely aware that you’re there as his body clenches and shakes. As you hold the calf, bigger than the other newborns you’ve seen, you already know the one in your stomach matches it in size, with more room to grow. You wonder if it was just luck, or the size of the calf that allowed the farmhand’s jeans to burst instead of hold it in.

…you decide to test it for yourself next month.

Sort of continuation from my last ask— it’s been a few months since the slug decided to take you as its best, your stomach has bloated quite a bit and it’s become regular habit to clean up the slime leaking between your legs every morning. Your passenger was more than happy to stay inside of you and you had woken up to a few other slugs deciding the same as the first. Nothing else makes you cum quite as hard as a slug pushing through your cervix.

Anyways! You’re quite big now, you look rather heavily pregnant and you frequently get this squirming feeling inside you that soaks your pants and sends shivers up your spine. But other than that you live a relatively normal life, it was still awkward with people asking when the baby is due and you say soon.

Today was like any other day, but you were running low on food so you decided to go shopping. It was a struggle and you were left out of breath by the time you were dressed, you place a hand on your heavy stomach and feel squirming under the taught skin. Apart from a few shivers up and down your spine and a rumbling in your stomach you didn’t feel too bad, you had gotten a cart and headed inside working through the aisles and had made it to the refrigerated section when all a sudden a heavy wave of cramps hit you, making you gasp out loud and drawing some eyes. Your legs shake as the cramping gets worse even as you try to breathe through it, did you eat something funny for breakfast? Abandoning your cart you rushed to the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall.

You barely get your pants down before the cramps make you drop onto the toilet, you’re struggling as the pressure increases before there’s a flood of what you quickly realise is slime. It soaks your thighs and then the wriggling feeling intensifies so much you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. You spread your legs trying to find some relief from the pain before you get the urge to push. And so you oblige, you take a deep breath and strain to push, at first nothing seems to happen but all of a sudden a fat slug squelches obscenely out of your pussy, stretching it out and slipping into the bowl of the toilet. It’s so big it can barely fit.

You pant and realise it’s not finished as something else starts pushing against your cervix, determined to get free and sure enough you’re soon straining to push out another fat slug. You’re at it for a good while and to your horror you realise they must have bred inside of you, your dirty pussy would be nothing but a slug breeding ground as you bite back another moan and birth yet another slug, actually it’s three at once this time. They got impatient and stretched you so much that your eyes roll back and they suddenly shoot out hitting the stall door with wet splats before plopping to the floor and starting to creep away. Oh god what if someone comes in?

Well you should have thought about that before letting yourself get turned into a slug breeding ground shouldn’t you? Oh well, all you can do now is start to rub at your clit to stimulate yourself and you can’t help but enjoy it as more begin to push through your cervix and travel down to get birthed onto the bathroom floor of a grocery shop. The next one is extra thick, it’s so thick you struggle to birth it, grunting and huffing, whimpering and whining desperately trying to get it out as you rub your clit. The pressure builds and builds and builds until all of a sudden you cum and the huge slug bursts out of you followed by a flood of much smaller juveniles that cover the floor and bottom half of the door. Your eyes roll back and you go limp, twitching as slugs slip out and crawl down your legs, oh it even looks like some of the juveniles weren’t happy having been expelled from their dark, warm, and wet home and are crawling back up your legs to slip back inside your gaping pussy.

Is that how someone is going to find you? Well someone might start panicking and freaking out over the sudden army of slugs of all sizes coming out the bathroom—

(( hope this is a good part 2– ))

AN: Writing this whole full of eggs just feels right

Waking up late in the morning was such a relief for you today. You had taken the next few days off of work due to a build up of overtime hours. Stretching with a small groan, you rolled out of bed and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from the closet. When putting the shirt on, you realize that you're looking a bit more bloated this morning than normal. Waving it off to just pms symptoms, you walk to the bathroom to freshen up.

During breakfast, you felt some slight twinges in your lower stomach and winced a bit. It had to be your period at this point, between the bloating and cramps you've been experiencing all morning. Finishing up breakfast you decide to spend the day binging the newest season of your favorite tv show.

Hours later of constant shifting around and an almost unhealthy amount of pain meds, you groaned and shifted positions once again on the couch. The cramps had gotten so bad, your stomach bloating a bit more than what you usually experienced. With a small whine you get off the couch and half hobble to the bathroom, cramps seizing your body once again. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that pushing may help ease the pain for some reason, and for some reason you give in a bit, pushing a little bit within your core. It eased the crampy feeling a little bit, enough to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom.

Pulling down your tights and underwear and sitting on the toilet. A weird feeling shifted in your lower abdomen, and thinking you just had to relieve yourself you relaxed and proceeded to. But instead, you felt a sudden deep shift and lurch, like something was dropping inside your hips. A startled yelp escaped your mouth as you brought a had down to cup your pussy, feeling a slight bulge to your lips that most definitely was not normal. Weirded out and not wanting to know what was happening right now, you quickly pull your underwear and tights back up and whine a bit at the shifting feeling of whatever was taking up space in your tight pussy.

Walking back into the living room, you lay on the couch again and try to take your mind off of whatever's happening by zoning out with your show. It was half an hour later when you noticed that the weight in your hips had become a bit heavier. Shifting your legs apart a bit more, you have an experimental push and felt the weight shift closer to the entrance of your core. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you gave another push, this time for a bit longer and felt whatever it was shoot down to right behind your opening. Gasping and cupping your pussy through the tights and underwear you could begin to feel the bulge of your lips again.

It felt oddly good. Right even. Like this is what you were supposed to do. Rolling onto your back and shimmying off the tights, you gave another strong push and felt your lips begin to stretch a bit. But when you gave up whatever it was slipped right back into place. It went like this for what felt like hours, shifting positions to try and get the thing to shift down and out of you. You were squatting with your feet on the floor, arms behind you holding onto the couch when you finally felt the thing move a bit more forward, beginning to stretch your lips a bit more and stay. With a whine of slight victory, you grabbed your phone and turned the camera to face your aching cunt, and pulling your underwear aside you finally saw what was brutalizing your birth canal. A shiny, shimmering orange egg seemed to be peeking out of your cunt. What.The.Fuck?!

Groaning a bit as another cramp hit you, you tossed your phone aside and focused on trying to push this egg out of your body. The stretch was brutal, making you cry a bit and the burn that was now encasing your whole lower body. Your lips were looking near translucent with how much they were stretched over the egg shell. With another hour of brutal pushing, you could feel the egg finally crowning and with a gasp you shot both hands down to catch it as it popped out of you with a wet gush. It was huge, maybe a bit bigger than an ostrich egg and a beautiful shimmering orange color, like a sunset.

the growth comes in bursts. you're going about your morning when it surges out, enough to push out your stomach and make you very aware of the weight now growing inside you.

another a few days later. your stomach gurgles and then you're noticeably rounder, noticeably heavier. whatever is growing inside the eggs squirms and you've started to feel them shift.

with the next burst, one that happened in your sleep and left you soaked and so heavy it makes getting up a struggle, you're starting to worry.

you guys really know how to treat a girl 🥵

as i eat, slowly blowing up with every bite, i get more and more turned on. my belly bloats, a sheen of sweat coating my chest as i keep eating. it's just making me hornier so why stop just because i'm so full?

with every bite i slowly rock into your hips, letting your cock fill me even further. my belly starts brushing against your chest and i lean back with my hands on your knees to keep myself from falling backward. the different angle is that much deeper.

as you let me lick the plate, i reach down to touch my clit, picking up the pace as the meal comes to an end. i squeeze myself around you as you finally burst within me, shooting a load into my empty womb.

this is only the beginning, stretching me out with food to fill me with your babies after.

Happy Halloween, friends! I hope you enjoy this cute little story, requested by the lovely Beans! This was really fun to write, and I hope it helps you get into the spooky day spirit~💜

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It was time.

Her favorite time of the year.

The moon sat round and full in the cloudless sky, and the little witch couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at herself, just as round and full. Her belly, which had been swelling and ripening since the start of the season, told her she would have a wonderful harvest this samhain.

As the month had drawn on, she’d relished in the cooling breezes, the crunchy leaves under her boots, the spicy and warm foods. They all fueled her, lighting the fire in her belly and helping her little harvest grow.

As the 31st drew closer, she began her preparations.

*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.