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Their breath hitched as they rocked their hips back and forth on the chair, head leaning back with their mouth agape. They could feel it building up inside of them like a tidal wave. Just a bit more and they could take a break, hopefully.
When the rocking wasn't enough, they whimpered and decided to get more aggressive with it. Their hips lifted and crashed down on the toy they suctioned onto their wooden seat, causing an electric rush in their core as they took the entirety of its length. The warm silicone, ribbed and firm, massaged their insides thoroughly.
Soon, it all came to a climax, their insides pulsing as they moaned between each wave. They left a mess on their chair and the floor, mind going blank and uncaring as the rush of their orgasm overwhelmed them. As the initial reaction ebbed from their system, they slumped back and panted deeply, still full with their toy as their thighs quivered.
One eye opened as they looked out into the field that was their property. Acres of wheat were spread out in the distance as the sun set beautifully on the horizon, the colors much sharper after their orgasmic bliss heightened their senses. Those same senses also caught another look at the reason for their rush of libido.
Their new farmhand they hired, tall, broad, handsome as hell. He was dependable and soft-spoken, making him a fine addition to assist in harvesting their crops. But he was also hard to resist, making the farmer have to pull these escapes in order to relieve some tension. It only got worse as time went on, unfortunately.
Even looking at him now, the poor farmer started to feel their need rise once more. Along with another unusual sensation. Their stomach began to tighten, making them grunt softly from the sudden cramping sensation. They put a hand on their middle, feeling just how firm it was now, rock hard and steady in its constriction.
They tried to get up to take something for the pain, but they werecstill wobbly on their knees as they gave it a go. That's when they felt a sudden shift downward inside them. A solid mass suddenly was pressing on their entrance, making them gasp and moan with a confused panic as they ended up seated on their dildo again. Every neuron was firing in their brain as they gripped their trembling thighs firmly.
Whatever was in there wanted out. They had to push. Now.
So they did. They pushed and grunted, teeth gritting with effort as sweat began to bead from their forehead. They kept at it again and again, whimpering and panting meekly as they felt no progress made. They realized that whatever was coming out was blocked by the toy in their hole, but with how weak their legs were, they couldn't get it out of the way.
This was bad. The pain was constant. They'd never felt so full in all their life. They scratched up their thighs in frustration, leaving red, angry marks along their skin as they did.
Before they could cry for help, that new farmhand barged in and saw them in their shameful state. Bare-skinned, legs spread, slick with sweat and fluids. But he didn't seem to care about that. Instead, he stepped forward and held the farmer's hands gently, nodding in understanding. "It's okay. I'm here now. Get up on your feet."
The farmer nodded weakly, using their assistant's support to get upright slowly. Inch by inch, the toy slid out from their wet hole, letting out a satisfying pop once it was fully dislodged. At the same time, the object inside of them began sliding downward until it reached the exit, making them bulge out ever so slightly.
Their legs quivered as they watched the farmhand unsuction the toy, tossing it aside before sitting back down the farmer. He helped them lean back into a comfortable position before rubbing their tummy gently. It seemed to help them calm down as their breathing evened out. With a nod and smile, the farmhand's voice spoke in that smooth, gentle tone.
And so they obeyed. Pushing this thing out bit by bit. It burned as their hole stretched wide around this orb, whatever it was, but they were freshly determined to get it free from their body. Push after push, grunt after grunt, they made progress until...
A wet plop hit their ears as the thing fully dislodged, their body flinching as it did. They looked into the farmhand's hands to see him cupping what looked like some kind of amphibian egg. Something like a frog or toad's tadpole offspring wriggled inside the translucent shell, big enough to be the size of the farmhand's head. He looked at it with pride, then turned to the farmer with a soft, loving gaze. "I knew I chose a good host. Thank you."
Host? Eggs? What the hell was going on. Before they could ask, they felt their stomach tense up once more as another object descended their hole. Their lower entrance bulged and burned again, making them growl and whine like a wild animal. The farmhand's eyes went wide with surprise... then turned solid green as his excitement grew, clearly not human.
"You're more fertile than I thought! I definitely picked a good host. Now, gimme a big push..."
