#stuck writes

Maybe they're a mechanic and they've had to work while in labor and now the head is bulging their hole but they can't get the zipper of their jump suit down past their huge belly. They tug desperately on it but that only gets it more jambed. A contraction rolls over them and they have no choice but to push but the head hits the sturdy material of the jumpsuit and will not move any farther. Even worse, when they let go of the push the tension of the fabric slowly pushes the head back inside. They howl in pain and frustration and then scream as another contraction hits and they're forced to push again.

Over and over they push that little bit of the head out and over and over their jumpsuit forces it back. They locked themselves in an out of the way backroom and everyone else has left for the day. There's no one around to help. They're going to be stuck, pushing fruitlessly, too overwhelmed with the pain and pressure to even try to fix the zipper anymore.

Their owner doesn't say anything about it but he fucks them on their back now, groping their swollen stomach and fondling their newly heavy, sensitive tits.

Eventually they get so big that they can barely walk. Their belly is tight and heavy, streaked with angry stretch marks. Their tits ache constantly, nipples swollen and puffy. Sometimes they leak little beads of white liquid. Their owner loves kneading and sucking on their tits now. They're so sensitive that it makes them sob and writhe.

The poor pet is miserable. They keep asking their owner what's wrong, why is their belly so big? But their owner just tells them it's normal, they're going to be just fine. They're starting to worry that they're going to be stuck like this forever, that their belly will keep growing and eventually they won't be able to move at all.

Finally one day they're woken up by a horrible pain in their belly. The pains keep coming all day leaving them crying and whining, desperately rubbing their huge stomach. Their owner doesn't seem concerned. He pets them and shushes them and tries to distract them by fingering their hole and sucking their leaking tits.

The pains get worse and worse. There's so much pressure on their hips. They kneel on their owner's lap, rocking their hips and crying into his chest. He pets them and whispers soothing nothings into their ear but they can feel his hard cock pressed against their stomach.

The pet thinks they're dying. They're so scared that when they start feeling the urge to push they try to fight it. Their owner tells them to let go and listen to their body but they sob and shake their head. They're so confused and overwhelmed, nothing makes sense and everything hurts so bad. They wail and struggle through each agonizing contraction fighting desperately against the overwhelming urge to push.

Eventually they can't hold out any longer. They give in to their body and bare down, screaming as the head of their first baby stretches their hole way too fast. They stretch torturously around it. It hurts so much but they can't stop pushing. They heave and shove, tiring themselves out, desperate to escape the burn as the head inches out of them. Finally the head bursts through. Another screaming push and the rest of the baby slides out. They slump, too exhausted to even be curious about what came out of them.

But what the news crews and scientific prize judges don't see are all of the poor souls who were in the first few rounds of testing before the procedure was perfected.

Some produce an egg every hour, their bellies filling quickly if they don't spend their whole day pushing them out. In the early stages they hadn't figured out how to standardize egg size so these unlucky subjects go from tiny grape sized eggs to eggs the size of grapefruit with no warning. Some become so fed up and exhausted from constantly birthing that they refuse to push for days despite their stomachs swelling and cramping. Just a day or two and they will appear full term with a human baby. Eventually the pressure will be too much and they will be forced to push. The backed up eggs will come shooting out of their holes much too fast making them scream. But once they start it's almost impossible to stop until most of the pressure has eased. At that point there will still be eggs inside and they will have to heave and strain, desperate to empty their overtaxed womb, knowing that even now a new egg is forming.

Others produce an egg less often, once every few days or so, but the eggs are much too big. Most are about as big around as a newborn's head. These unlucky subjects are forced to experience the agony of childbirth multiple times a week or, if they refuse to push, for hours at a time when they finally are forced to birth the built up eggs. The cruel irony is that the drugs used to induce egg production make their holes much more resilient meaning they stay tight never getting stretched out and lose no matter how many births they endure.

However, even they are fortunate in comparison to the most miserable test subject in the facility. They were one of the first to undergo the procedure and their body had a unique and unfortunate reaction. At first it seemed like it was working well. They produced a small clutch of fist sized eggs. Then on their next cycle one of the eggs grew extremely fast. Overnight it had grown larger than a full term baby. Their belly was stretched horribly, streaked with angry red stretch marks from being forced to expand much too fast. The scientists were baffled. They tried having the subject lay their eggs. They managed to pass all the regular sized eggs but it soon became apparent that the big egg would never be able to pass through their hips. It was completely stuck.

This subject is still in the facility now. They follow a miserable routine. Over the month their already overfull stomach swells until they finally feel the tell tale spasms of contractions. They squat and push, slowly laying 6 or so eggs the size of their fist. It's hard, agonizing work, each hard shell stretching them open and dragging against their sensitive walls.

Then comes the worst part. The weight of the giant egg settles into their hips. They push desperately, working the tip down into their birth canal. Several long hard pushes later the tip will be visible parting their lips, peaking out into the world. They will labor and push for hours and the egg will inch out of them, it's huge girth stretching their hole beyond its limit. Then, as it always does, the egg will stop moving. No matter how frantically they push they cannot move the egg out another millimeter. It is caught in their hips, too wide to pass through the pelvic opening. They will rock their hips and moan and cry in bitter frustration as their tortured hole spasms around the gargantuan egg.