fantasizing about the start and stop feeling of pushing a clutch of eggs out. the first one hurts, but after a few pushes it's out, and it's manageable. you get a few moments of relief, then you have to push again. the pain flares, and it hurts worse because of the time that it was gone, but it's still not too bad. you keep pushing, and you thought they'd get easier, but they don't. each one leaves you more exhausted. by the fifth you're moaning for it to stop for good, but you can feel another dropping down, stretching you out around it. it burns and you push and even when you get it out, that doesn't mean it's over. you have to push again. your massive belly hangs heavy with the weight of all the eggs you have left to get out. you don't know if you can. you push another out, groaning as it drops out of you. by ten you're sobbing, begging. you can't do this anymore. there are too many. you're so tired. another starts to stretch your sore hole and you push, but it's not hard enough and it slips back in. you want it out. someone please take it out. it's a struggle before it finally drops down with the others. but then there's another one. there's another one. there's another one. please just let this end.
