I rewrote it!! Oc’s now included
Mating cycles were nothing new to Cora. About every month or so Cora layed eggs. He holes himself up somewhere for a few days and rides it out, no big deal. Normally, it’s not too difficult to curb his instinct to breed, but he has a cute little human to dote over now! Cora had been trying to convince his mate that he would looove having eggs stuffed in his tummy. His non-humans instincts leave him feeling so broody and desperate when the cycle fully hits. He foggily recalls literally groveling in front of his beloved life mate. Cora begged Wren to take his eggs, he needed to fill this boy up. More than anything he has needed in his life.
The first days of Cora’s mating cycle had been rough. The swollen slit that’s normally hidden under scales gave way to two twitching cocks, left on permanent display. He cant possibly retract them in this state. One cock functions as the ovipositor, and its become oh so swollen as the nagas cycle progresses. The base of the phallus and a patch of his tummy bulges slightly with eggs.
Cora whined from his position on the floor. Near tears as he took his humans hand and placed it on his tummy, showing Wren how full and achy he was. The human partner relents after seeing a few genuine pathetic tears slip from his beloved. He’s very nervous, however. They’ve hardly even experimented with anal! Now he’s just supposed to take a whole ovipositor up his ass AND eggs?? It’s intimidating to say the least. He does his best to keep his voice calm, but it still comes out tense and slightly shrill
“Where would they even go, Cora?!”
The naga does his best to explain, full navel and heat down below clouding his thoughts.
“We’re a very hardy species, the eggs just need some nutrients and a warm place to stay, they’ll make room- I promise.” He barely managed to gasp out.
Wren gave an amused snort, not missing the pride the statement is delivered with. He meets Cora on the floor, resting a hand on his scaly tummy again. Wren watches with fascination as Cora grunts and squirms a little. He felt resistance as he massaged the swollen area. If he pushed hard enough he could even feel the individual eggs. It really was interesting, Wren had so many questions he wanted to ask. However, even he realizes that his partner may not be in the right mind to do so. He continues his prodding, letting questions stew in his mind.
How many eggs were there?
He doesn’t do live birth, right? God he hoped not.
An emerald green hand is suddenly wrapped around Wren’s wrist. Cora had a look of deep concentration on his face. His other hand is tightly gripping the base of his ovipositor. The human gasps as he watches Cora hold onto the eggs he so desperately wanted out.
“Please, I-ah!” The tendons in his hand flex as Cora pushes back against bulge of his cock. “I’ll be gentle, you’ll love it! I’ll take care of everything I just needyoutotakemyeggsnow.”
Wren can’t stand seeing his partner so desperate! A few eggs in his ass is worth it if it puts his beloved at peace. Humans don’t really have a…heat? So he can’t even imagine what poor Cora is going through. He steels himself and, after calming his boyfriend down, they move to the bedroom.
Cora is indeed very gentle, opening Wren up in the nicest of ways and taking things slow despite his clear desperation. It’s lovely and sweet and perfect but that part isn’t what we’re here for >:).
Wren gasps as the swelled base of an egg filled ovipositor pushes insistently at his rim. It’s intense, but he feels relaxed enough to take it. Cora watches with glassy eyes as, with a determined grunt, Wren pushes down and pops the rest in. His eyes are wide as he tries to both process the intrusion and look down triumphantly at Cora. It’s a rather bizarre expression. But Cora is in no state to tease. His patience has run out. The squeeze around his cock coaxes the first egg out before Wren even has time to adjust fully. All he can do is scramble for a hold on smooth scales while Cora grind up into Wren, letting out pleased hums as he works on pushing the rest into his mate. Cora’s lost in a haze of instincts. The satisfaction of finally breeding Wren, paired with the tightness leaving his lower half had him drooling against Wren’s neck. Cora was far too dazed to notice the humans struggle.
Wren is now fully wrapped up in his lovers lower half, chilly scales doing little to soothe the ache of egg after egg after egg being pushed into his tummy. They were about apple sized, and from what he’d seen from Cora in the past, a full clutch would be about 20. His eyes cross as he feels what he thinks is the twelfth push past his rim, the eggs all jostling each other as it bullies its way in. God, he’s so full, Wren squirms and tries to wriggle against Cora’s hold. He needs to get into a more comfortable position or get his hands on his stomach, anything to help with the pressure inside of him.
Another egg is starting to stretch his rim open.
“Cora! Cora…ghhn…full! Too full…”
The distress is immediately felt by the boa, he lets out small clicks as he readjusts Wren, placing the boy slightly on his back. Cora brings cold hands to the stretched skin in front of them. Pupils filling the expanse of their eyes as he tends to his partners discomfort. Cora’s hazy brain is telling him to massage upwards. Slightly rough pushes on Wren’s stomach are met with a rewarding wheeze. The eggs settle higher up, freeing up some space. Cora is on a mission to get his full clutch into his human; needs him as full as he’ll allow.
Wren groans as the ovipositor finally leaves his hole with a pop. He makes an attempt to move, but it’s met with a scolding hiss. Cora’s snake body coils tight, keeping him in place. His stomach is still being pushed and massaged. Cora seemed to want the eggs worked higher into his belly. Wren, ever the nerd, wonders why that is.
Maybe it’s easier for the eggs to get nutrients if they’re further up in my intestines?
Wren can feel them all shift around in his belly, he’s so full. He looks back up at his boyfriend; seeing what appeared to be a very happy snake through his heavily lidded eyes. They almost felt as heavy as his stomach. His body urges him to sleep as it attempts to adjust to the large clutch.
Cora gives a contented sigh. He watched his dozing human while continuing to palpate his belly. His now empty body practically sung in satisfaction, feeling more relief than any previous cycle had given Cora. He’s determined to give his partner the best care possible while he carries their clutch. Cora is a little clueless to how a human body would handle the process, though. Oops.
When Wren wakes, he finds he’s been lovingly tucked into bed. He feels so warm and heavy under all the blankets he’s been given, it’s impossible not to doze for a while longer. He curls onto his side to get more cozy. Well, attempts to.
The movement caused last nights tryst to become blindingly apparent. Every egg seems to shift individually with the movement. Wren gasps and wraps an arm around his stomach, attempting to keep everything still. The eggs had him feeling so full! He knew what he was getting into, but would he feel this sluggish and weighed down for…how long even? How would he function like this?
His answer appears in a blur of scales. There is a clink of porcelain before cold hands steady him, moving his body out of the awkward twist he’d been stuck in.
“How are you feeling, love?”
The naga is looking rather anxious, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a grimace as they wait for an answer. This cycle had really done a number on his brain, what was he thinking! He hasn’t heard of reproduction with a human before, and didn’t have the slightest clue how his body would handle eggs! Cora had awoken to his swollen mate snoring in his curled up body and almost screamed. Half with joy and half with horror, he couldn’t believe he had gotten Wren to agree to this! A thorough search of the humans body showed no signs of injury, Cora gave a relieved sigh at that. If anything internal was damaged Wren surely wouldn’t be sleeping so….adorably. everything was okay so far.
The half snake shakes off the train of thought when a miserable groan interrupts him.
“Full…” the human barely has the energy to mumble as his partner props some pillows behind him.
“Oh honey, why did you let me do this to you?” Cora coos, wanting to hear how he felt before letting any excitement show.
“Mm, you were hurting, want’d to help” his mate gives a weak smile, speech slurred with sleep.
“You are so very brave” the naga placed a kiss on Wren’s forehead “I’ll take the best care of you to make up for this, speaking of-“ a warm bowl of soup is in the boas hands, and he holds it out to Wren. He pales at the idea of stuffing anything into himself in this state. “You need to eat.” His partner is frowning, confused by his reluctance to feed. He should be starving! They just spent a mating cycle together and he had eggs he needed to nourish! That should work up a crazy appetite no matter the species.
Wren sighs and relents to the nagas caretaking urges. With his partners help, he sits up and takes the food. Wren is horrified to feel his stomach growl at the smell of the soup. It seems like his mind is the only thing that has any qualms about how packed his body is. The soup is warm and healing and everything in his body screams at him to take more, but the weight in his stomach is telling his brain too full too full it’s too much! It takes a long time, but eventually the bowl is empty and Cora is satisfied.
“The eggs are in my stomach, lizard brain, I’m really fucking full.” Wren is finally able to remind him now that he’s feeling a little less frantic. Cora hisses in embarrassment and apologizes to the human, obviously that’s why he’s not hungry!
“We’ll go slower next time, but you really do need to eat. It’s good for all of you” he smiles proudly and places a hand on Wren’s belly. Their toothy smile drops when he feels a gurgle from underneath his palm. The human groans and bends forward as much as his body will allow. It doesn’t hurt, but his guts are clearly doing some weird shit. The human body doesn’t really expect solids in the stomach like this after all. He takes a moment to really look at himself. His belly is pushed out a good bit, but the swell looks far too gentle in contrast to how stuffed he feels. The next month was going to be intense
Wren needed help with everything now. Getting anywhere around the house required the addition of one overeager boa at his side. The eggs are their own issue, the weight sitting heavy in his rounded stomach. They make him feel lethargic and every movement has him breathless, each egg shifting with him. But he has another problem…
His partner is somehow, too doting? Anytime he feels like he might be getting used to the eggs- large, homemade meals are nearly forced down his throat. Cora is insistent on making sure he and their clutch get enough food. Resisting is not on the table. He won’t act like he hates it though, the naga is practically his shadow now. Coaxing him to bed, keeping him fed, entertaining him in cheesy displays that show just how well Cora knows him. Last night Wren had been too aware of the eggs to sleep, and Cora had put on some of his favorite nature documentaries. Wren was only able to sleep once the sun had started to peek through the horizon. It was nice, to be taken of so thoroughly.
Wren has another unfortunate problem. With the clutch growing in his stomach, it is making other…processes, more difficult. He does his best to muffle the sounds of his predicament. But when he has to uh, use the bathroom, his body needs to push his waste passed the eggs in his stomach. It’s a mortifying sensation, he has to push embarrassingly hard to get anything out; and when he does, he feels the eggs settle back down in his guts to take up the extra room. Some gasps and heaves will make their way past his clenched fingers, and Cora is right at the door. Nervously questioning if he’s feeling alright. He’s always a few strides away from him, It’s a wonder he can even use the bathroom alone. Wren desperately hopes he can keep this gross bit of the process to himself.
He has no such luck, of course. By about week three, the eggs seemed to have taken up most of the room in his stomach. He was horrified to find he could no longer pass anything one morning. Wren strained for hours in an attempt to rid his body of the full feeling he had felt upon waking. Nothing moved. He sighed and cleaned up, holding his stomach as he heaved himself off of the toilet. I just have another week, he tells himself with a deep breath, I just need to keep this to myself till then.
Turns out, acting normal in front of your partner when your body is stuffed with eggs and shit, is incredibly hard. He curses inwardly every time he’s a little too snappy with Cora, hoping he attributes it to the eggs. He feels like a damn ballon as he lays in Cora’s curled up tail on the couch. His belly presses heavily against his body; he’s spent the last few minutes squirming to find a comfortable way to lay.
Cora is chatting mindlessly, clearly picking up on his mates sour mood, hoping to remedy it. He hisses in sympathy when he wiggles around on Cora’s body. Clearly the eggs are a lot for poor Wren, but he can certainly help! It’s his job as a proper naga after all. He observes for another minute, taking note of which parts of the humans body seemed the most uncomfortable. From the way Wren groaned when he lay back a little too fast, his stomach seemed to be the biggest problem. Duh. Cora lowered their head down to kiss at his mates neck, reaching hands around taut skin as he did. The shift put Wren in a more upright position. The skin of his belly felt warm to the touch, practically thrumming with life. Cora smiles giddily as they rub small circles on the lower part of Wren’s tummy, and then lifts a little. The noise the human releases at that has their ears flaming red. He sounded almost pleasured by the weight being lifted from his body. Cora guessed that made sense, the eggs must be putting a lot of strain on him. He ignores the flustering arousal and continues massaging and lifting swollen flesh. He hoped he was being good enough for his human.
Wren was in heaven. The weight of his stuffed middle being supported even just a little was blissful. His hips and spine no longer felt like they were being crushed, and the cool hands massaging his heated skin were a soothing balm. He couldn’t even attempt to contain his noises, Cora was treating him like a damn stress ball. He would lift Wren’s belly this way and that, seeming to note which actions bought the most relief. Each jostle and rub moved the eggs in him, the feeling of them shifting inside his body was truly bizarre. Not unpleasant, though. It almost felt like his inside were being massaged too. His vision goes blurry as he rests his head against Cora’s chest, smiling blearily in thanks. He looked back warmly, lifting the bottom of his belly with one hand and pressing his palm against the top of his belly at the same time.
The movement dislodges something. Wren tenses up, feeling a bubbles of gas sludge through his intestines. Lazily making its way down now that it’s been given space to move. It brings a nasty gurgle with it, loudly groaning right where his partners palm sits.
Cora cocks their head at this, not really putting together that the eggs are causing some digestive upset. He dutifully continues rubbing nonetheless, the noise worrying him.
Wren’s in a rough spot. His guts were cramping in a way that signaled an urgent need for the toilet, but he was held fast in Cora’s coiling frame. And his hands felt so, so nice on his belly. The idea of leaving that warmth and struggling alone in the cold bathroom made him tear up a little.
Does incubating eggs make you hormonal? Whatever, not important right now.
He clenches his bottom the best he can, hiding his face in Cora’s chest as he literally feels his asshole tremble against the pressure.
Another watery groan from beneath Cora’s hands makes the snake frown. Wren’s body was handling the eggs okay, right? He can’t recall his own species bodies reacting like this. Snake anatomy was a little more equipped for handling eggs, though. Cora wonders what’s going on in their poor humans tummy. He will ask once he’s feeling better. He pressed into the humans flesh a bit harder, feeling successful when the sloshy sound moves lower. That has to help, right? Wren isn’t providing much feedback, but judging from the way he seemed to push his whole body back into Cora’s lap, desperately seeking more contact, he had to be doing something right.
it’s the first actual word he’s heard from Wren while on the couch.
“Hey, talk to me love, what’s going on?” The boa speaks quietly, like they were soothing a scared animal. The response he gets is a miserable whine and a vibration against the snake half of his body.
He’s currently trembling against Cora’s chest, the noise apparently a breaking point for his ailing mate.
“My tummy hurts…” he sounds so small as he mumbles the words into his chest. Cora feels his heart shatter. He attempt to soothe Wren, guilt thick in his voice.
“Are the eggs hurting you? I’m so, so sorry love, I really should have thought this through better” they tsk and bring both arms under their mates belly, lifting up in what they hope is a comforting gesture.
“That-ghh! That’s not it, it’s not the eggs..ahh” another long rumble tickles Cora’s scales, Wren gives a defeated whimper. “Reminder that they’re in my stomach, idiot. I can’t um..use the bathroom like this. They’re too big…” Wren feels like he can’t possibly embarrass himself further; it boldens his complaints. “And it doesn’t help that you’re constantly feeding me either! It’s like you don’t even know how…”
Well, I guess he wouldn’t know how human anatomy works, Wren thinks. Snakes work a little different.
He’s caught between smacking himself in the head and giggling in relief. Cora thought the eggs were killing his poor mate! It was just some digestive trouble! That was certainly something Cora could handle. He won’t lie and say he’s not curious anyhow, a humans digestive system seems to work quite differently from his. Wren has never been very keen to answer invasive questions about human bathroom habits, though. And Cora was so ready to answer all of Wren’s questions about naga! So unfair. Cora coos and gently releases Wren’s egg filled stomach, swiftly removing his pants and underwear before he can protest.
“Just listen to your body, okay? Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Cora nuzzles against his cheek while moving his hands down, eager to help now that they know what’s hurting his beloved mate.
Wren has never been more embarrassed in his life. Sharp-nailed fingers are currently pulling his cheeks apart as he lets another uncontrollable fart loose. He swears he feels the eggs take up more space in his guts as he’s forced to deflate. The next few toots leave his face burning as Cora pushes a finger directly against his gassy hole. He sounds fascinated by the nasty things Wren’s body is doing. Each burst of gas is met with a hum, like he’s just told his boyfriend a particularly interesting fact.
Cora learns that having one hand rubbing circles into Wren’s taught tummy, and using the other to spread apart his mates cheeks is what gives the best results. The rubs feel a little rough to Cora, but the way Wren is biting back groans and melting into his arms shows he’s doing things right. Wren still hasn’t excreted, though. He had said his tummy being backed up is what was hurting him, so Cora fully intended to help with that. But his human doesn’t seem close to producing any waste. Wren needed something else.
“You need to use the bathroom, yes? Why aren’t you going? Is there another way I can help?”
Wren is far too busy exploding to answer. He’d given up on holding anything in. God, it was mortifying. He’d been giving test pushes after every expulsion, seeing if anything solid would start to move. No such luck.
“That’s kind of private, love…” not really expecting to have to explain to Cora that shitting in front of each other isn’t really a normal human thing to do. He couldn’t even if he wanted anyways. “It’s uhm, behind the eggs anyway, I think.”
“Ohhh, so you’ll need help once you lay the eggs?” His eyes are wide and earnest as they look down at the human, really meaning it when he said he would do anything to help.
Wren tried to keep the tummy trouble incidents to a minimum after that. Which, fortunately or unfortunately for him, was not an issue after that. Cora’s massage seemed to coax any extra space out of his guts. So now the eggs sat heavy in his belly with what was surely an absurd amount of shit behind it. Cora did not slow down on the excessive meals, insisting that Wren still needed the energy to keep healthy and for the laying. He did work with him on what meals were made, however. They settled on more BRAT diet type foods, rather than the usual calorically dense meals that would better suit an athlete the night before a marathon. It sat much nicer in Wren’s tummy. He still felt terribly stuffed, but none of the cramps and gas from earlier were making a reappearance. All he could do now was waddle around and wait until the eggs decided they were ready. Cora seems very pleased with himself. Attending to Wren’s every need with a bright smile stretching his lips. Fangs poking out from the stretched skin.
Cute. Wren thinks as Cora brings him a heating pad.
Wren wakes a few nights later drenched in sweat, unsure what woke him untill a sharp stab in his stomach has him crying out. His knees curl into his body the best they can; he finds himself mindlessly going into a downward dog sort of position to relive the pain. He grunts against the next wave of pain, gasping when he feels something shift down.
It’s finally time, then. Wren slaps at the nagas sleeping form the best he can, waves of contractions not really allowing him to move from his position. Cora is up in a flash, immediately moving them to a nest like pile of blankets he had set up the night before. Wren had been too sleepy to question the behavior at the time, but was endlessly grateful when he was guided to kneel in the middle of it. The blankets cushioned his knees nicely. A few moans slipped out as the kneeling position urged everything to move down. This felt much more natural. He leans against Cora in their nest as his sleepy brain does it’s best to process the start of his laying.
As he wakes up a bit more, he registers his partner cooing at him. gentle encouragements and assurances that he was doing amazing. His body was doing what it needed to do. It helped Wren feel a little less scared when he felt the first egg push at his sphincter. He still couldn’t help but gasp, though. The noise morphing into a strangled groan as he clenched and pushed everything back up.
“Hey, no fighting love. You need to let them out, try pushing.” Cora’s sweet voice held him like a vice, his brain turning to mush as he focused on pushing. He needed to push. Wren didn’t fight the next wave and felt muted horror as his rim parted around a smooth egg. The strongest cramp yet grips his guts and suddenly Wren is stretched around the largest part of the egg. He pushes hard, and the first egg pops free and lands neatly in the pile of blankets. A quiet cheer from his partner has him smiling, leaning against him as he feels more building pressure in his ass.
Cora is entranced. feeling nothing but adoration as he watches Wren lay the first few eggs.
The way his hole holds tightly onto each one before it pops out.
The way it twitches a little after and puffs back out as a new egg makes its way down.
He loves seeing his mate work so hard. Cora mumbles something about keeping him full like this forever before his mind can filter the thought.
“God, no, please. Mmuhhn- my body can’t handle that.” Cora frowned. His body seemed to be handling it perfectly thank you very much. Wren was a perfect incubator!
An hour passes without another egg showing, and with 17 in their nest, the naga declares that Wren is empty. He hardly feels empty, though. Still felt like there was junk high up in his guts. He was far too delirious to remember his constipation problem, he just wanted to be empty.
“Can you check please?” He presses his tummy in Cora’s direction with a pout. He’s more than happy to check. Cora pulls the human into his curled up lap and begins to poke at his belly. He massages at a stiff area in Wren’s upper stomach, only now remembering his stomach issues. Cora declines to inform his mate, selfishly not wanted Wren to scramble away from him. This wasn’t any different than laying! He was determined to help with this as well, it was technically Cora’s fault anyhow.
Wren is oblivious to Cora’s intentions, simply enjoying the massage on his sore abdominal muscles. He’d spent a good couple hours laying, and gladly welcomed the attention to his body. A foreboding glorp from his guts brings him back, however. Wren gasps, only now remembering his problem. He’s paralyzed as his tummy cramps hard, bringing tears to his eyes. He’s stuck on his knees in front of Cora while his guts push a massive dump towards his ass. The second the cramp releases, he stands on wobbly legs in an attempt to escape. The human rushes to the bathroom door, hearing a suprised yelp from behind him. Only staggering a few steps away from the nest before his legs give in.
“Stay away pleashhhn” his face is red and twisted with effort. “I wanna be alone, there’s no more eggs! Can you bring m-mmggh!” Wren doubles over with a groan. “Bathroom…please..” are the last words he can get out before his body decides it’s had enough.
“I’m helping, you’re in no state to be left alone right now. No need to be so stubborn, Wren.” Cora is gentle as he wraps the snake part of his body around Wren’s middle, hoping the pressure would help. His ass is still out, leaving room for prying fingers as Cora assesses the situation. Wren appears to be pushing very very hard, but they see nothing. Maybe it was similar to being egg bound? Cora had some lube ready if something similar were to happen to the human. It seems he would need it for a slightly different reason. He properly wets his fingers for the task, and squeezes some of the liquid into Wren just for good measure. He pushes immediately at the intrusion. He wants everything out, not in! A small slick noise is made as Wren’s hole gapes around nothing.
The boa scrunches his nose in concentration, pinprick eyes focused solely on his mates struggle. An inquiring finger is pushed against twitching muscle. He wants to gauge the humans reaction before he does anything. Feeling no resistance, he sinks his finger in. The muscle loose and relaxed from the eggs. Cora’s finger finds a solid mass when he reaches up to his second knuckle. Another egg? No, this must be Wren’s waste. Much more solid than a snakes would be. He feels a twang of sympathy at that; it must be hard work for Wren to have to pass this daily.
“It’s stuck” Wren mumbles, resigned to his humiliating fate. He hears a chuckle behind him, it makes his face burn even hotter.
“I can see that” Cora smiles gently while he attempts to massage the muscle that was gripping onto the hard mass. Every now and then his mates body would go taut in his hold, and strain even harder and louder than when he was laying the eggs. The boa’s eyes widen, the poor guy needed to push harder to get this out? No wonder bathroom stuff was so private to humans. He decides to give him a very gentle, constricting squeeze on his next push. Hoping the added pressure on his stomach would move things along. Wren shrieked in response.
“Ow ow ow! It’ssnnggh-huurts! M’stomach hurtsss” he writhed in the boa’s hold, but Cora held fast as he watched the progress the squeeze bought. His mates hole was now being held open by a dark, firm shape. A touch confirmed it was quite hard, almost like a stone. Wren held tight around the protrusion. The irregular bumps and edges seemed to make this a lot harder to pass than the smooth shell of an egg. Cora soothed around a bulging bit of skin above Wren’s anus. Cora found that pushing on it moved the waste the tiniest bit out. It was something at least.
“You can do it, almost there love.”
Wren didn’t have the energy to inform him that this was far from the end. The stuffed sensation in his gut telling him he had a lot of shit to get rid of, literally. His asshole aches around the log that’s holding him open, each push only popping a few bumpy inches further. Another few rhythmic squeezes to his stomach help, functioning sort of like added peristalsis. Wren gasps, more waste feels like it’s piling at his sphincter. But that first log held everything in. The human whines as his guts gurgle in protest, rolling from deep within his stomach to up his throat. He has to muffle a few burps, the gas having nowhere else to go.
“Wren, I think you need to stand up. Let’s walk for a bit.” The boa winces as his mate barks a harsh laugh in response, which morphs into a groan. Cora watches with a furrowed brow as he pushes again. The waste doesn’t even move, just twitches pitifully as his anus bulges.
“I think it’ll help get things moving” he speaks gently. It would help sometimes when his own kind were egg bound. Cora lifts Wren up, not wanting him to waste energy on speaking. The human submits and awkwardly waddles next to the boa, each step forward making his rim twist around the poop. Inching it out slightly. They walk down the stairs together, Wren trying not to pay any mind to the fact that this was working. He’d left a few pebbles behind at the top of the stairs, and did his best a grunt quietly as more poop made an appearance.
Wren collapses as soon as they reach the bottom. Falls to his knees, belly heaving. Cora is relieved to look behind him and see a much larger mass than before. He watches curiously as a big push finally gets it all out. It thuds to the floor, the rest of the excrement looking much smoother and easier to get out. The boa breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, it’s over. He’s about to reassure Wren again before a strained gasp interrupts him.
the word comes out pleading and strained as Wren somehow manages to get his legs back underneath him. Once again only making it a few steps before falling back down in a pitiful display. He’s braced against the bathroom door before Cora can reach him. He gasps as he approaches and sees their poor, poor humans anus start to widen again.
“Uunnggh get oUT! Wren is frantic again, but Cora just watches as a small pile starts to plop under the humans bottom. This waste seems to be a lot less work, But there was so much of it. He watches as Wren’s stomach heaves every few seconds, adding coil after coil to the mound. Cora approaches cautiously, bending down to where Wren has his sweaty forehead pressed against the door. Too preoccupied grunting out another wave to react. It’s gotten even softer, making small splats as it dribbles on top of everything else. Cora places their back against the bathroom door, so he can put his hands back on the humans stomach, which was much less round now.
Wren whines as a runny shart bursts out of him. He hated how close Cora has been for all of this this.
Why wasn’t he disgusted? Why did he keep helping even when he was in such a gross state?
Cora does his best to answer his unsaid questions, holding his belly and kissing his forehead. Soon there was nothing but pure diarrhea leaving Wren’s stomach. It smelled terribly and stained the tile floor with splattering patterns. Cora let Wren lean against him as his body finally settled down, whispering that he’d have him set up in bed with the eggs after this. Would bring him whatever he wanted. Take care of anything he needed. Nothing was too gross for him. As long as his mate was happy.
