#egg laying

You hadn't expected what lurked in the pond, but you had seen the teasing of a cave opening behind the waterfall. It was hot, you had been walking, and you were sweaty, and most of all- alone, so you thought. Surely a quick dip would hurt, right?

You dropped your gear far enough away to not get wet, stripped your clothes and laid them out to dry, and swam into the lake, brushing past what felt like water plants.

It was but mere minutes of splashing about and enjoying yourself when, suddenly, what you thought was a plant quickly wrapped itself around your leg, another taking your other leg, and as what felt like suckers began to stick to your legs for a better grip, you realized that what you had brushed was not, in fact, plant-like at all.

Too little, too late- suddenly there were more tentacles- because these had to be tentacles, even if they belonged to no octopus or squid on the planet- began to brush against you, wind around your waist to better hold you in place despite all your efforts to struggle out.

And then, one of them, a much thicker-feeling one, brushed against your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted as all bodies do, and whatever it was that had you seemed to know it too.

You didn't even have time to gasp, before that tentacle was teasing your folds, finding your warming hole, and burrowing in.

Any sound you would have made was cut off by the sudden rush of being filled, and then the tentacle continued to push in even further, stretching you out, stuffing your pussy full, and then going even further- past your cervix, which oddly enough didn't even hurt.

You felt hot, all over but especially in your core and your clit and your hole. You felt yourself getting wet, despite being in the water. You had stopped struggling the moment the tentacle found its way inside you and had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in.

The tentacle made its way into your warm, ready womb, and began to feel around, pushing and prodding at different areas, before oh-so-slowly retreating. You swore you were there for entire minutes as it pulled out of you.

Once it did, you heavily mourned its loss, but you had barely a moment to brace as you were pulled forward, into the waterfall and then behind it into the cave and then further, away from the sunlight and into the dark, where the tentacles glowed but not enough to reveal what had you.

You were laid on the stone floor where it sloped into the water, your bottom half submerged, and the tentacles wrapped around you again and spread your legs as far as they could go, except this time more held you down by the torso, entwining around your plump tits, and bound your arms above you.

You watched in odd anticipation as a tentacle that had to be even thicker than the last felt you down, teased your fold open much like the last one, and bulled into your hole without hesitation. You were filled up almost immediately, and then stretched further than you thought possible, and a single, short and utterly filthy moan escaped you.

The tentacle thrust into you as much as possible, but it didn't go past your cervix, and instead seemed to pull out of you almost as slowly as the last one- this creature was fucking you.

And you felt nothing but pleasure and heat and the need for more- you wanted it to fill you to the brim, to burrow into your womb like the last one and stay there.

It was teasing you by pulling out so slowly. You whined and moaned and wordlessly begged. When it was just the tip left, it paused, and the excitement you felt at getting split again waned when it did nothing, just stayed there. You began to get restless, and frustrated, and needy.

And when you least expected it, it thrust into you again as fast as before, trying to fit even more of itself into you, and all you could do was shout in ecstasy.

When it pulled out, it went faster, and didn't wait for anything before bulling into you again. With every retreat, it got faster, and faster, and faster, and next thing you knew you were laying there getting endlessly fucked by it, no space to breath, constant whimpers and cute moans and trembling limbs. The tentacles coiled around your breasts began to squeeze in time, and suckers latched onto your nipples to suck in time, and next thing you knew you were approaching the edge-

And then, with one last, massive, fast fuck, it billowed in you, and pushed past your cervix, where you felt the tip expanding, and everything... stopped?

You whined, high and loud and slutty, looking down at where your pussy was stretched around a glowing tentacle, only to see something inside stretching the limb around it, moving down, down, down... to your entrance, where it stopped.

The creature tensed the muscles behind the egg, thrust the tentacle deeper into you, where the bulbous shape pushed past your folds, pushing against the walls of your pussy even more than the tentacle had, and you keened, higher than you thought possible for you and echoing throughout the cave, as it slowly inched its way further in, slipping past your cervix and into your womb, where you felt a rush of something, and the round shape settle into you. It was laying its eggs in you.

You had never been so wet.

Eagerly, you opened your legs impossibly wider, and watching with whoreish anticipation as each egg made its way to you, where you matched its thrusts to get the eggs inside of you as fast as possible, to settle into your waiting womb.

The space between each egg got shorter and shorter, until they were each coming right behind the other, and no more thrusts were needed because your entrance was perpetually kept stretched open enough for each egg to slip on by. The creature still did, at random, to keep you edging. This was the best fuck you've ever had.

Slowly, you watched your stomach expand as you quickly lost count of eggs, first a slight bulge, then a prominent one, and quickly enough you couldn't even see the tentacle nor your pussy anymore, and even further beyond. 9 months pregnant, then past due, then twins, then triplets, and even further beyond that. The tentacles shifted and rolled you onto your side as you got bigger and bigger, shifted everything inside of you and you almost came then and there.

Whole feet, then yards. You were pregnant with a whole adult person, then two.

It stopped at three, before exiting your cervix, but the expanded tip didn't shrink, and there were still eggs in it. It laid them in your hole, then, three of them- they kept you perpetually stretched out, and you knew you were going to be edging for a long while. You were excited at the idea, and felt a gush of slick in anticipation.

The third one sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open, and the tip stayed inflated as it held them in place, before-

More tentacles, thinner than the last but still thick enough, multiple of them- you couldn't see past your engorged belly to count how many- pushed and fought their way past the eggs into you, at different speeds and stopping at different lengths inside, bulling into your womb and stopping right at it and only going halfway through or just shy of the tip, each of them fucking you at their own pace, and your screamed in a rush and blissful heat and joy and pure dopamine flooded your system, finally cumming, and the tentacles fucked you all the way through it and then past it, endlessly thrusting in and out until you were edging on a second orgasm, at the very precipice, before they each seemed to inflate in girth and then gushed themselves, fertilizing the eggs inside you.

Nothing dripped out, thanks to the one still holding everything in place, and centimeter by centimeter, all the limbs left you. The eggs in your pussy were so big that you couldn't close your legs together even if you wanted to, and your stomach was so absolutely massive that you couldn't even move. The other limbs around your waist and arms and tits stayed, keeping you in place. You were beyond frustrated, squirming and grinding your legs together to try and get you past that edge of the climax, but the tentacles stuck to your nipples and wound around your tits squeezed and sucked hard in punishment, and while it was delightful, it did nothing.

What would that look like? Eggs, normal pregnancy, the whole lot. Walking around with a full belly. Walking up to being bred. In the middle of a task somewhere and you feel eggs being pushed inside you.

Would it trigger other reactions? Like lactation maybe.

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you wake up and there's a weight. a noticeable weight in your lower stomach, but you ignore it. you roll out of bed, prepared for another boring, hellish day at work, and head off to the bathroom.

there's a tug, the same place where the heaviness is. it makes you pause but... no cause for concern. you move on.

you brush your teeth first to get it out of the way, and don't notice the slick liquid pooling out of you below, collecting in your underwear.

you strip out of your night clothes, whatever those may be, and turn on your shower, waiting for the water to warm up. while you do there's yet another tug and you feel something slip down in you. your eyes widen and you can't help but gasp softly.

you scramble into the shower, wet your hands as lube, and gently press your fingers into yourself. you're surprised to see the stretch is a little too easy. you're sopping wet, and not just from the shower. but there's.. nothing in there so you remove your fingers and carry on with your shower.

you've just washed out shampoo when you double over from this thing slipping further down. it's not painful, it's just weird, and your hips shift on your own. your legs are trembling now as you're hit with an arousing urge to push.

you're kneeling with your legs wide open now, looking down to see your pussy. you bear down just a little and whine involuntarily. the thing moves down and presses right against your cervix. it's bigger than it seems, but there's not really any bumps in your stomach. that thought makes you whimper a little and shift, but you push again and more whines and moans rip through your throat.

the burn as it stretches open your cervix has you both tearing up and rushing to rub your clit harshly. it's bigger than a chicken egg but smaller than an ostrich egg and it's kind of squishy. it doesn't hurt too bad. the thing pops into your birth canal and you push once more, hips jutting forward as it crowns and then finally pops free.

it's a weirdly iridescent colored egg. you have no idea where it came from, but it's not the only one.

Zhongli leaned over you, eyes lidded as he gazed down at your pained face, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, "Breathe, my heart." He says gently, moving your hair out of your face.

"C-Can't 'Li.." You whine, fingers clenching tighter around his bicep, as you feel the peak of the hard egg emerge out of your dripping pussy.

“You’re alright,” Zhongli insists, rubbing the back of your head, “You’re doing so well, just a bit more..” He coos, his free hand sliding down your stomach to hold rub your clit gently.

“Mmh—!” You bite back a pained moan, “Please get it out, ‘Li..” You beg, the egg stretching you out like crazy, possibly even more than his cock did.

"Just push, sweet thing." He responds to your pleas, and that you did.

You pushed and pushed, clinging onto Zhongli even tighter, leaving cresent shaped marks from your nails on his skin, another pained groan escaping you as the egg slipped out with a soft gush, landing on the blankets beneath you, slick from your pussy connecting you and the object still.

"A-Ah.." A soft moan escapes you as you gather your bearings, your pussy clenching around nothing now.

"Good job, sweet thing.." He coos, pressing another kiss to your forehead, feeling the beads of your sweat dampen his lip.

The egg was as big as your hand, shiny and glistening from your slick.

It was obviously much tinier than a human newborn, so how tiny would the baby be inside?

As if reading your thoughts, Zhongli speaks up, "The baby would be rather small now, but once it hatches, it grows in the span of a week to the size of a normal baby."

"Right.." You nod, still winded, picking up the egg in your hands, looking it over, eyes widening at the thought of something of this width inside of you.

Zhongli chuckles at the sight of your eyes widening, "Realistically, that's only the size of the egg when I first lay it inside your womb. It grows a couple inches when the time comes to lay it."

Your eyes widen more, mouth agape, and he just cheekily smiles, slipping out of the bed.

"You did amazingly for your first practice egg." He remarks, "I'll run us a bath."

He walked out of the room, leaving you alone, the sound of the water hitting the tub from the bathroom filling your ears, the weight of the egg having you glance back down at it.

It wouldn't be too bad to have a real baby..

Weeks later, one night, you go to sleep, you stomach cramping particular hard tonight, but you had long lost hope it could be actual contractions… And you wake up violently to a harsh, familiar tightening all across your tummy, as it misshapens in bursts that sink and stretch the skin in ways you never had seen before, but throw you into a world of agony completely unlike your first failed birth. You try to push, but you realize something heavy and monstrous is rolling inside you.

Something that is hatching, having been incubated in the warm refuge of your worm all this weeks, as if it had been laid, and isn’t all that pleased about its new, small home.

You are realizing too late. Even the signs of labor your ignored- but there is no time now, as your womb tightens and demands you to push, and you grit your teeth, sinking your hands into your aching belly and do just that. Squeezed by your overtaxed womb, the creature is guided downwards, and as it realizes finally where its path to freedom lies, its shoves its head into your pelvis with such force you feel your bones creak, and birthing fluids soak your sheets. Strangely, you don’t feel its shell, perhaps its soft, but you have no time to worry about that right now.

Another contraction envelopes you, and combined with the creature’s efforts, it begins to breach your birth canal, your pelvis creaking ominously. You scream, sweating, toes curling with effort, but you refuse to stop pushing until your body lets go off you. The babe squirms impatiently, what you guess is its tail, thick and heavy, slapping your lungs, cutting off your breath, but as another contraction takes over, you push just as hard as before, if not harder.