I heard a rumor at work the other day. It was wild, I mean really wild. Apparently some girl on TikTok posted a video of herself laying eggs. Like, real chicken eggs. Only she claimed she actually laid them. Obviously fake, right? Wild. But I keep thinking about it. About the feel of something forcing its way down out of you, and an egg wasn't really small when you think about it. It was kinda hot. I can't stop thinking about it, about watching her lay egg after egg, seeing her belly swollen from them and her moaning.... OK, it was really hot. Of course, I don't want to be the one watching. I want to feel it myself.
A google search just leads to the same video, and people commenting on it being fake. Except there are a handful of people insisting it was real, that there was a way to get a girl to lay eggs, just like you can induce lactation. That it was relatively simple, actually. The links they posted led to weird places. Talking about spells and witchcraft, crazy shit like that. Then again, I am thinking about trying to lay eggs like a bird, so maybe I am just as strange. I keep looking, and finally find a reference to an old book that the person claimed gave a recipe. I call the nearest used book store, and they give me the number of an antique dealer. Finally, after a week of searching, and another 3 days for shipping, it comes in the mail, a day late, the packaging a bit messed up.
The book is old, so old I am afraid of tearing it. "Anecdotes of a Hedgewitch" is no easy read. I struggle through the words, for though they are printed and not hand written, it is a tiny font and the language is... much older than the book. It takes me two days to find what I am looking for, and I suppose it can be called a recipe loosley. More of a ritual, really. Surprisingly, the formula for the drink I'll have to take does not include eggs. It is made up of grain alcohol, several herbs I know as mild poisons, and a chrysalis of a particular butterfly, where the butterfly emerged at exactly midnight on the dark of the moon.
Some of the ingredients are easy for me to get. Some are less so, but several months and a volunteer gig at the zoo later and I am finally ready to begin. I have to wait a few more days for the timing to be right, and I think I may need some help. The process itself seems a bit... painful... and I think a buddy would help me not lose my nerve. But who could I possibly trust with this? It is such a strange thing I think of doing. Of feeling my belly, with many hard eggs growing within me, of them move and shift in my womb, before they force their way out and I can't help but lay egg after egg... I think about the neighbor in the apartment next to mine, so cute but what if he is grossed out by my plans? No, I can do it on my own.
Maybe I could think of another way. I start looking at BDSM furniture, timed locks, fucking machines... And I come up with a great plan. I can do this on my own, no matter how I'll feel in the moment, I won't be able to back out. Do I really want to do this? If I go through with it, no backsies, I can't stop the process once it is started. No, I want this. I want this so badly. I want to feel them push their way out, I want to see in a mirror them pop out of me one by one. And it only lasts 3 months. I could handle it for 3 months.
I place my orders, and wait again. It will take longer this way, as I'll miss the first dark of the moon coming up. But it will be worth the wait. The furniture arrives. I set up the base, a rack like table that will hold me in doggy position, and the timed locks on the restraints that would mean I would be let go eventually. The fucking machine gets a second dildo, one with a flared end, a small horse cock, to match the bigger horse cock. Finally the day is here. I have everything set up, a carton of the largest chicken eggs I thought I could comfortably manage. Whatever I used at this point would be what I would lay going forward. It is nearing midnight, and I drink the potion. It courses through my veins like icy fire, and an almost painful prickling fills my belly.
I gasp a bit, and steady myself. I put my ball gag in, with a timer lock. I wouldn't want to wake the neighbors by being loud, the walls are paper thin here. I used a thick gelatin to stick the eggs onto the heads of the dildos. two on the ass and one on the pussy. According to the book, the spell was gender neutral, and if I did this right, I would lay eggs out both holes. I get into position, locking the ankle restraints in first, then the collar around my neck to prevent me from moving forward or back, then my wrists. I am forced into doggy style, my neck locked to a post preventing my head from moving, and I set the switch so that I could turn the machine on from where I was, but not off again. It was on a timer, and was set to move forward at a steady pace to push the eggs into me. The book warned this part would hurt a lot, but the laying after of many many eggs would only feel good if they were the right size.
The first egg touches my ass. I scream, helpless as it feels like a branding iron against my puckered asshole. I like a bit of pain with my pleasure, more than most people, but this was way more than I can handle. I feel myself go a bit hazy, as I struggle with the pain and breathing through my screams. My eyes are closed and streaming with tears besides, but I could hear the machine shut off. The pain stopped as the egg withdrew from touching me. I couldn't turn, but I felt a warm hand on my ass cheek, stroking me gently. A voice, low, also gentle and sweet sounding, but I recognize it. "Easy girl. It's ok, I'll help. I know what you are doing." I relax slightly, but I can feel myself redden in embarrassment.
His hand leaves my ass and I whimper quietly. It had felt so good after the pain. I rest limply in the restraints, still recovering. A few minutes go by, and then I hear the machine being set up again. He comes around to the front, but I can't see his face with how I am bound. I see him touch the timers, though, the ones in front of me. He turns them to indefinite. I feel fear rise in me, but his hand touches my face so gently. I guess there is no point in having them on if he will release me after, of course. That must be it.
I realize how wrong I am when his hands move to his pants and slid them down, along with his boxers. His penis springs up, larger than the largest dildo I own. It is long and veiny, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He reaches out of my sight, and then I feel his hands at the lock of my gag. He ungags me but before I can do more than take a breath I feel another gag slip in. A ring gag, and massive. It stretches my mouth to the point of pain, but I know what he wants now. I struggle harder, and the tears flow. I have a lot of fantasies, but most of them stay fantasies, this one fantasy I tried to bring to life is turning into a nightmare.
He flicks the machine on and shoves his cock deep in my throat at the same time. Instead of the egg at my ass first, I feel it at the opening to my pussy. The fire and ice and sharp pain feeling floods from my pussy, and makes me scream again around his cock. He gags me with it, thrusting it deep every time I scream out, and pulling out just enough for me to breath when I stop screaming for a moment. The egg shoves deep within me, faster than I had it set for. I feel it stretching me so very wide, did he replace the eggs? It feels so massive, so large I fear I may only fit it, nevermind the other two. The machine stops the egg at my cervix. The potion I drank should let the egg past, but only when I had all three in me. An egg pushes against my asshole. I feel it stretch me wide, so wide, like being fisted by a giant. It goes in with a pop, and he thrusts so hard when he sees it that I start to choke a bit, his cock deep in my throat. The second egg pushes against me, and as it shoves itself inside I almost pass out from the pain. It was gigantic. What did he do. I can't lay these!
