It's true; There was no doubt that you were huge, your rounded out gut pulling skin tight across your sides. A few short weeks ago and you were pleading with her, unable to do much but stretch around the pressure within, begging to be allowed release. And she laughed and rolled the little bulb pump in her palm, as if deciding whether to make you burst.

Just a few short weeks. And now, the same size, all you could feel was how empty you were.

"You've done so well," she said, puffing away at the bulb. She squeezed it in her palm carefully, robotically -- you'd both learnt by now that you respond best to even, consistent flow -- and yet her eyes wandered across your balloning body as if it were a gift she were eager to open. Her acrylic nails dragged across your wary skin. "Haven't you?"

"Y-yes..." your response came out on its own. With her hands still working to fill you there was little room left for thought, and the training of the last several weeks took over. "Yes, I've been good..."

"Good enough to increase?"

Your stomach groaned, low and loud. For weeks now she'd been pushing you to your limit, pump by excruciating pump. Every few days the amount increased, though how much more she decided you could take seemed more like a game to her than a plan.

Her pumping didn't falter. The air inside you fought to press deeper and deeper into your gut, bloating your body in ways you'd have never thought possible before her. "Y..."

"That's it," she cooed.

"Yes..." She smiled. She was more disciplined than to excitedly pick up the pace -- You might have to stop if she went too fast -- but the little puffs of air kept building, and building, and building. And you whined.

"Poor thing, we'll get there... Two hundred and fifty four, only forty-seven pumps left." She put a hand on your belly as it grumbled and growled in protest, air working its way through your insides. Wherever it could find room, you thought, it should go.

And she pouted. "You can do it, can't you?" As your back arched to create more space. As your muscles stretched to accomodate the burden. You were pregnant by her, for all intents, as your body fought day after day to adjust to the ever-growing demands of her whims.

And you felt the air begin to run out of room; no longer did it spread but hunker down, welcome more air into every nook and cranny of your insides. Your whole body began to feel the pressure climbing from each pump, pump, pump.

"I asked you a question." You didn't need to see your bellybutton to know your skin was wobbling to make room. Any bit of space to relieve a little pressure even as it climbed higher and higher, and pushed your own thoughts out of your head. "Thirty pumps left, my balloon. Can you do it?" Her steady pace did not wait for your answer. But it came from your throat, all the same.

"Yes..."

hm? whats wrong? your stomach feels weird? i can see why... your eggs are growing! look at that belly. lift up your shirt for me? oh c'mon don't be shy, let me feel! your bump is so warm... god look at you grow. yeah...you look properly gravid now.

your chest aches? do you need to be milked? hey, it's okay! no need to get all flustered like that! take your shirt off and lemmie check....yeah, look at how puffy and engorged those tits are. its deeeefinitely time to get milked. do you want me to rub your tummy after? would that make you feel better?

god look at that belly, you're practically ready to pop! you're seriously stretched to your limits here. could i... suck on your navel? just a little...? i know i know its so sensitive but you just look so cute on my couch pinned under your huge taut bump. its not like you could reach to push me away anyways... really? i can? thank you so much!!

what is it? your water broke? oh yay!! here, lay down and take your pants off. i know it's so embarrassing but they're gonna get stuck if you dont. you don't wanna have your pussy stretched by the same egg over and over, do you? haha, i see that blush! but seriously, strip and lay down.

hm? whats wrong? your stomach feels weird? i can see why... your eggs are growing! look at that belly. lift up your shirt for me? oh c'mon don't be shy, let me feel! your bump is so warm... god look at you grow. yeah...you look properly gravid now.

your chest aches? do you need to be milked? hey, it's okay! no need to get all flustered like that! take your shirt off and lemmie check....yeah, look at how puffy and engorged those tits are. its deeeefinitely time to get milked. do you want me to rub your tummy after? would that make you feel better?

god look at that belly, you're practically ready to pop! you're seriously stretched to your limits here. could i... suck on your navel? just a little...? i know i know its so sensitive but you just look so cute on my couch pinned under your huge taut bump. its not like you could reach to push me away anyways... really? i can? thank you so much!!

what is it? your water broke? oh yay!! here, lay down and take your pants off. i know it's so embarrassing but they're gonna get stuck if you dont. you don't wanna have your pussy stretched by the same egg over and over, do you? haha, i see that blush! but seriously, strip and lay down.

“Portia your mii already moved in with Solid Snake, I don’t think it’s a great test of character—“

They feel whatever's in their womb squirming around a lot recently. They see the ripples through their shirt and even their hoodies, sometimes even swaying or feeling a harsh thump that makes them clutch the sides of their belly. They think they can't take anymore when they feel a pop, and suddenly their shirt is rubbing against this hard nub and it's driving them up a wall.

When they touch it, it nearly makes their legs buckle. They gasp and grunt, forcing themself to hold their belly around it and not touch that nub that keeps twitching with each little thump and press. Yet even when they try to keep the fabric off it, the chill of the air almost makes it worse, a wet patch already soaking their underwear.

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

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

gāngle and rāgatha are so kind (gāngle is a freak)