Time to Push

feeling their eggs slide into your womb, how they hid eggs the size of pool balls inside them you have no clue, but they deposit 3 the first time. and you can feel it, a small bulge in your stomach where they sit. then they come to you tomorrow, begging for another round. there's still more, they whine.

so you go again, you want to be a good human partner. it seems they're starting to get the hang of it, fucking you into the mattress. more eggs, more than last time. in the mirror you just look bloated. more food baby, less 7 eggs inside you.

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.

maybe the word is a bit more common. maybe every day i feel my stomach swell and swell. constantly on edge for if someone accidentally says my trigger word. i cant stop rubbing the sensitive mound in my middle. horny all day from the feeling of getting bigger and bigger and just waiting to go home so i can touch myself.

Your monster gets them for you a few days before you're due to give birth, a glint of excitement in their eyes. They fuck you rough and savage that night, muttering feverishly in your ear in a language you don't yet understand.

When the first contraction ripples through you, your monster immediately ushers you into the bedroom. They don't give you time to protest, easily pulling the panties up your legs and around your hips.

Feeling torn between amusement and exasperation, you take a moment between contractions to run your hands over the fabric. It's stretchy—it would have to be to get around your big belly—and there's... a metal ring at the crotch.

What in the world?

There isn't time to question your monster, though. The contractions are coming ever more quickly, sending conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure lancing through you.

You've got no choice; you have to push.

Your monster is there, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. They murmur words of encouragement and praise, their inhuman gaze focused on your cunt, waiting for its clutch to emerge. Determined to deliver, you take a deep breath and push with all your might.

A scream rips itself free from your throat as the egg moves down your cervix and stretches out your cunt. It's agony; it's utter bliss.

And that's where it stops. As the egg begins to crown, its base peeking out from your cunt, it just...

... stops.

The ring in the panties are holding the egg in place, keeping it from slipping free. You're babbling now, trapped on the knife's edge of indescribable ecstasy and pure torment. Your hips buck, neglected clit throbbing and desperate for attention.

Your monster finally looks up to meet your teary gaze. Their expression is positively feral, something you only ever see just before they cum inside you.

And that's when you realise that this was what they'd wanted. To suspend you here in this moment, on the cusp of birthing their eggs, your whole body torn between expelling the massive intruders and pulling them back into your body.

What a wonderful, precious gift.

Your acceptance must show in your eyes. And when you scream this time as yet another contraction tears through you, there's no missing the delight in your voice. It's then that your monster moves up the bed between your legs.

A moment of breathless anticipation. What are they going to do? And yet you're not surprised when your monster lifts one massive hand and presses it against the hard shell. Waiting only for the last of your contraction to subside, they gently but inexoriably push the egg back into your body.

You cum with a piercing shriek. The pain of the egg's reentry is eclipsed by the excuisite fullness. Without asking, you know that this is exactly how this birthing is going to go.

You're going to lay these eggs. But not until your monster is ready.

I do have one particular permapreg fantasy where I prove myself as the alpha werewolf’s favorite womb and he starts breeding me daily. Near my due date, during a hard breeding, my water breaks and I whelp a few pups while he watches, but my belly is still huge. My contractions stop and it’s over. I get checked out and it turns out I have litters upon litters of pups inside me, each at a partial stage of development. There’s another litter of pups just ready to be whelped. The next day my alpha fucks me into labor again and I whelp another small litter. Every single day my water breaks and I have to squat and whelp a litter of pups, but my belly is always still full. And every day I’m bred and fertilized with a new litter while pregnant with 4 months’ worth of werewolf pups, all waiting their turn to be whelped.

You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)

I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum  😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and  the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible 

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You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a  familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.

Thump.

The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.

Thump. Thump.

Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.

Thump-thump-thump.

Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.

The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.

"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."

As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy 

The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.

Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.

You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.

On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.

“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”

animal girls are treated as less than human. they have the intelligence of humans, but they're seen as objects. so if i show up at the local hospital with a camera crew asking to film the animals' births, they say yes. if i ask around to find breeders and farmers, and then just show up at their door asking to film, they say yes. i never need to ask for the animals' consent - who cares?

the first episode focuses on pets. dozens of cats, dogs, and bunnies birthing for the camera. the audience learns all about the biological differences of each species - bunnies have larger litters, puppies have bigger babies, kitties have longer births. these are level 1 animals, so to speak - treated with the most respect, and most similar to humans.

the next episode focuses on livestock. animals treated as nothing but a product in the making. none of these animals are given a hospital birth. the episode shows cowgirl after cowgirl shrieking, head locked in the breeding stall, huge tits dangling and leaking, while the farmer yanks out her baby. cows' babies are too big, the narrator explains, so they need assistance. goats are screamers - the whole town knows when a goat baby is born because their shrieks are louder and more agonized than anyone else's. sheepgirls' births are relatively normal, but they're typically very stressed due to being separated from their flock to give birth in a stall. horsegirls often get their babies pulled as well, but not always - photos and videos of birthing horses are worth a pretty penny, since they're a common fetish among the humans, so sometimes farmers just let the babies get stuck so they have more time to get more pictures. piggirls have smaller babies, so their agony is treated as an overreaction.

I'd love to be pampered and treated so sweetly throughout my pregnancies, though they'd insist on an at-home, completely natural birth with no one but them. I'd be perfectly fine with that! Sure, foxes are a little small to be having werewolf pups, but i surely can handle it!

There has to be at least 8 or 9 little pups in there, making the last few months especially difficult on me as they become more and more active. They don't want to intervene whatsoever, so I quickly become overdue, my belly slowly swelling more by the day and the pressure on my pelvis increasingly immensely from the weight of all those big pups.

Eventually, my water breaks and I'm hit with painful contractions that absolutely wreck my body. They make sure I'm all comfy in my nest, surrounded by soft, comfortable blankets and pillows so I can be at least a little more comfortable amidst the pain I'm in.

They check my cervix every 20 minutes, feeling it slowly expand to make way for their incoming children. By the time I'm dilated to 10cm, I'm thrashing and wailing in pain, unable to find a comfortable position, but they eventually wrangle me and hold me down, legs spread uncomfortably wide on my back.

"Push, little one." The male, the one who bred me and made me like this, instructs, and soon I'm pushing. Hard. I think I might be screaming? But I'm not quite sure as white hot pain surges through me, the first pup barreling through my poor little body.

They watch happily as the pup slowly makes my entrance bulge, expanding outward as it stretches around the large head. The skin turns almost translucent from how wide its forced to stretch. It takes me a few tries to get the head to stay in place, not reversing my progress the second I stop pushing.

I cry my way through the pain of crowning, the feeling of my entrance burning and stretching around the widest part of the head. About 20 minutes later, the head finally bursts out, making me wail in relief, though I'm not out of the woods yet. I still have to birth the shoulders.

It takes me a while, but soon the pup is sliding out of me, and is brought to my tit to suckle. I can't rest though, as I feel another pup barrel its way down. There was 9 of them after all!

It takes a few days of labor for all 9 to emerge, and by the end, I am exhausted and in so much pain. My entrance feels raw, stretched from the exertion of birthing 9 little werewolf pups, who were all quite active and noisy.

The werewolf couple practically begged me to have another litter for them, as I was such a good breeder, producing a huge litter of strong, healthy pups for them. And who am I to say no? They treat me so well, and I couldn't help but envision giving birth again, maybe next time to even more pups. I wanted to be immobile my next pregnancy.

All of the species presents as female by human standards to lure in sailors, which are taken from boats to mate with and fertilize their eggs, and are usually drowned in the process.

As their eggs begin to develop, they go to the surface disguised as a pregnant human in need of aid to lure in human women. With ovipositors that appear like human male genitalia, they deposit their eggs in unsuspecting women and return to the water.

Sometimes the middleman is skipped, and the sailor who was used to fertilize the eggs lives and washes up with a burgeoning belly.

The human surrogates generally experience a deep and near-constant thirst for water and a natural draw to the sea, as they’ll have to give birth in the open water for the young to survive.

Many urban legends and superstitions tell locals to be wary of strange pregnant women wandering through town and to not be alone with them, lest they fall prey to the mermaid’s tricks and carry her offspring.

-> If you want you can safely take his eggs inside of you and it's slightly easier for him if he's fucking them into you but it's still a rough journey for the both of you as you're both stretched by their movements, sometimes flowing more freely and faster in a way that takes the both of you by surprise, sometimes just a trickle that can get stuck in the space where his ovipostor is inside you but won't quite deposit, keeping you both stretched and stuck -> the eggs are inert but will grow inside you *just* enough to be harder to "birth" than they were to take but they won't grow "to term" or even really be fertilized to begin with because that isn't quite how this works for his species -> You weren't built to hold eggs and they won't grow that much so you won't go into labor without him inducing you -> it won't work until you're heavy enough so you're stuck with an egg-filled belly that has to take another 2 or 3 clutches before you can give birth, which takes weeks, leaving you more swollen each time

-> some rough belly handling and hole fucking and fluids down your throat later and you're finally expelling all those clutches of eggs inside you in one go, a process that can take a full day or even longer depending on how full of eggs the two of you decided to get; having to switch positions often to get them to come out, on his lap, in his arms, squatting, standing, on your back, all fours, just to keep the movement flowing, especially when you get to the last few

They play with your hole, gently at first, stoking your hard dick between sliding their fingers inside. You’re completely dripping wet- they have no issue changing position to quickly slide their long, hard ovipositor to your desperate hole, and slam it in, hard enough to illicit a yelp from you.

Within seconds the dick- impossibly long, a huge knot at the base- was slamming against your clutch of eggs, pushing them further back in before you feel their knot being forced inside you. The second they’re entirely in you- they grab your hips, and start laying a new clutch in you.

It takes a few seconds until your body realises this isn’t something you can take, and unwillingly, your body starts to move and contract- against your owners commands, with their dick breeding you full again, your body starts to lay your eggs.

Your partner feels it immediately and pushes you down into the bed, shoving their knot as deep inside as it can go and growling, telling you it’s not time. You whimper, try to find the words to explain that it’s your body, you can’t control it- until their hand covers your mouth, leaving only enough room to breathe from your nose. Your body keeps pushing, you can’t stop it.

You’ve pushed eggs right up to the knot, now in a fight of trying to push them past while your partner keeps slamming their knot deeper inside you. Tears well in your eyes as your body keeps desperately trying to push, but each push is getting weaker and weaker. Your partner coos encouragement now as your body stops contracting and tears run down your cheeks, holding your aching stomach, your body finally realising it can’t get relief quite yet. Completely full, you have no option but to lay and take everything your partner wants to give you.