#poke war

Begging for more was always due to end up with you in a bad position. Earlier, the eggs didn’t stretch you out quite far enough. You’d been warned they’ll grow but your body needed it then… you’ll pay for it now.

You lay in your bed, clutching your stomach and curled amongst pillows, sobbing quietly as the eggs continued to grow and attempt forcing themselves out before you could handle it. Your underwear soaked, but pitifully holding a huge egg inside you- growing with every shudder but not moving any closer to being finally laid. You couldn’t handle it, that final stretch just wasn’t something you were ready for.

But it’s happening anyway.

Your stomach is stretched to its absolute limit, hardly able to keep yourself lucid, there’s no option but to start pushing. You can’t even get yourself onto your back, so you’re stuck trying to push laying on your side, unable to even take your underwear off. They’re completely soaked, but will add extra resistance to the egg coming out.. but there was absolutely nothing you could do.

You push. Nothing happens.

Again.. push. Again. Push. Over and over, but nothing moves- you start to panic, every minute wasted you can feel the egg continue to grow.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you brace yourself, and just push. No stopping, no adjusting, one long, hard, seemingly endless push.

And the egg begins to move.

It’s unspeakable agony. But it feels so fucking good. The movement is slow, but progress nonetheless.

You bite down on the corner of your pillowcase, pushing, trying to breathe, tears dripping into your gasping mouth- sweet, salty, well earnt.

The egg was still moving. Your body knew what to do, once you gave in.

Push. Push. Push. Breath. PUSH.

It’s there. You feel your legs move, your hips adjust as the egg slides down- finally, peaking out of your hole. You can feel your hole open as the egg nestles into place- wet underwear stuck to the egg.

You push again.

It feels different now, more desperate, your body pulsing with urgency, pleasure and pain mixing in your head, all accumulating to a sharp need to cum, held back by your need to push before the pain gets worse.

The egg is spreading you open, each push more desperate as your body screams for a break.

The eggs up against your underwear, stretched out, the pressure causing your body to shudder as your rhythm is interrupted.

Fuck.

You grasp at your underwear, your reaching down causing the egg to be pushed even further out, against your hands, your underwear are hardly holding on. Old, worn, bleached, the crotch was begging for release. Your dig your nails into them, a small hole- yet enough to slide a finger through, gives way easily under your desperate tearing. Once torn open, you push again. The egg easily tears the rest of the fabric holding your underwear together, forcing itself through the hole until the biggest part of the egg tears your underwear in half. It’s more than halfway out, your body begs for release, for an end, but you push just a little further. One final, pathetic push and your egg slides out, your hole gaping and your hands left touching your egg, and your aching hole, pleasuring yourself admits the excess cum that continues to pour out of you.

My evil micro gf. Kink art under the cut, minors dni.