Laying, Part 10

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Summary: Aiden is livestock on a farm, and every day produces five or so unfertilized eggs, which the farm sells as food with their other products. But when the farm gets esteemed visitor, Dean Chambers, Dean chooses Aiden as a bed-mate, and Aiden has no choice but to produce fertilized eggs, which are not sellable. When Dean leaves, the farmer gives Aiden hormones to double his egg output to make up for lost time, which makes it harder for Aiden to lay his eggs in a timely manner. Even worse, Dean unexpectedly returns, again causing Aiden’s eggs to become fertilized, and Dean isn’t too keen about letting Aiden lay them. Contains: Male: belly expansion, pregnancy, egg laying, breast expansion, stuffing, and more.

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Aiden was not sure of how long he was in the basement, or even aware of the passage of time. He dozed at times and sometimes even submerged into a restless, nonproductive sleep, but he could hardly tell between day and night anymore. It was always dark, a dim ceiling lamp the only source of light, except when Curtis opened the door and light beamed down from upstairs. There wasn’t a particular time that Aiden felt wearier—he was always exhausted. He suspected it was due to his constant discomfort on the ground, the arduous struggle of shifting himself, even inches, the way his size strained his body, and the gruel.

The gruel was heavy. He could feel it hit his stomach, and sit there, weighing on him. It made him feel even tighter and more bloated than he already was. It almost had the effect of a mild sedative, and he consumed it all throughout the day.

Aiden released a long belch then groaned where he was slumped back against the wall beside the old mattress he often slept on. He tried to shift regularly to keep his circulation going. But it was getting increasingly difficult. He didn’t even think he could still stand on his own anymore, not that he had tried recently.

His belly was larger than a beach ball, though that was the largest object could think to compare it to. Maybe a bolder was a better comparison. The mound was practically bigger than he was. Aiden feared that it really was. He moaned in emotional anguish, cupping the mound gently with his hands. There was no pain, but the pressure was frightening, particularly when his belly heaved or tremored. The pressure often left him squirming, gasping, and up at all hours when he only wanted a small amount of sleep.

The pressure was chronic, and growing, and every incremental increase was even more frightening. The mound was flushed and sweaty, protruding outward an absurd degree from his body. His EEE-cup breasts were perched atop it, dripping continuously, nipples swollen and aching.

His backside was round and plump beneath him, hips wide and soft. He knew his body was changing, as though in preparation for birth. But that just wasn’t a possibility for him anymore. Not for the first time, Aiden wondered why Dean had done this to him. Curtis could only be blamed for the last several inches of growth. Everything else had been Dean’s will, and Aiden had passively gone along.

There was a loud creak as the heavy wooden door atop the stairs pulled open, causing light to shoot down on Aiden’s squinting face. Aiden felt a surge of nausea when Curtis appeared in the doorframe, his belly jerking in slight bobs from the increased tension that Aiden couldn’t control. Curtis hadn’t overtly hurt him so far, but Aiden still found himself terrified whenever the man appeared. There was something truly unsettling about Curtis’ apathetic demeanor.

Curtis was carrying a large bucket in each hand. He dropped them to the ground as he came to stand before Aiden. Aiden’s legs scrambled helplessly, though he remained pinned beneath the weight of his expansive midsection. He looked up at Curtis with a flushed face and wide, fearful eyes.

“I brought you a snack,” said Curtis. He stared coldly at Aiden for a full thirty seconds, before finally crouching down, sliding one of the buckets closer to him.

Aiden shifted his gaze to the bucket. His lips parted in shock as he saw what was inside.

The buckets were filled with food. And not one particular kind, but a massive assortment, all messily squished together and falling apart. Aiden saw hot dog buns, a chunk of something that looked like a brownie, some scattered clumps of macaroni and cheese, some bean sauce that was seeping into a squished slice of bread, some bacon slices, random bits of rice, a burger patty, more soggy bread, clumps of pork, bagels, melting ice cream, spaghetti, potato chunks, and much more. The mess looked fit for a pig. Aiden was so astonished by it, he hardly registered as Curtis grabbed a fist full.

“Mmphhh!” Aiden yelped as food was stuffed into his mouth. He stared up and Curtis in shock.

“Don’t fight me,” Curtis warned. “I’ll break those pretty teeth of yours.”

Barely before Aiden managed to swallow, more food was stuffed into his mouth.

The process went on and on, Aiden quickly realizing that Curtis had no intention of stopping until all the food was stuffed down Aiden’s throat.

Aiden groaned and fidgeted, giving Curtis pleading looks when he wasn’t grimacing and struggling to work his jaw against the conflicting flavors of the squishy mounds of food filling his cheeks at every moment.

He was sweating profusely, eyes and nipples leaking, belly throbbing and jerking as it was packed with more and more. Aiden nearly choked as the mound quavered. It was just so full. Too full. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“If you don’t want to birth the kid, I’m just gonna have to burst it out of you,” Curtis growled.

It seemed like a real risk. The strain was escalating, almost on the cusp of pain.

Curtis became more harsh and rapid with his fists full of food, Aiden fighting it down with whimpers, his belly throbbing forcefully. He could feel his mass inching forward, bulging further in the opening of the tunic that had failed to contain him days before. The egg was pressing hard against the face of his stomach, tremoring, determined to exit. Aiden could not contain it anymore.

There was a loud banging noise upstairs. Curtis froze. Aiden looked towards the ceiling in surprise. There was a scuffling of feet, voices murmuring. Curtis went rigid. He twisted his face, throwing Aiden a threatening look.

Then Aiden heard it. A familiar voice calling his name. It was Dean!

“Here!” Aiden cried without thought, only desperation.

Anything else was cut out when Curtis slammed his hand against Aiden’s mouth, pressing his head back and into the wall, silencing Aiden who weakly tried to pull the large hand away.

The footsteps were moving, the commotion resuming as furniture was shifted or overturned. There were more voices upstairs.

“Keep looking!”

“Move that shelf, there!”

“There’s a door. Get it open!”

The door at the top of the staircase slammed open, and Aiden had never been so happy in his life. Several officers rushed down the stairs and into the basement, quickly grabbing Curtis up, and bounding his hands behind him. Dean was the last to come through the door, his eyes meeting Aiden’s, his face filled with relief. Aiden couldn’t speak, he just blubbered incoherently. Dean rushed over to him.

“Look at you,” Dean said in amazement, his eyes trailing over Aiden’s swollen abdomen. He spotted the half-full buckets of food, and a disgusted look crossed his face. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he hurt the egg?”

“M’okay,” Aiden just managed. “T-tight.” He closed his eyes, even if it blocked out Dean’s face. His body was just under so much strain.

“It will be okay, Aiden.” Aiden could feel Dean’s hand hoovering close, hesitant to contact the skin. But then it did, slowly, gently, cradling the taunt flesh which gave a violent shiver against the contact.

Aiden wheezed out. He managed a nod, and remained slumped there through the lengthy process of the others discussing what to do with him. He didn’t need to look to see their bafflement, he could sense it in their voices, even if he didn’t quite register the words being said. Soon he was being touched again.

“…going to wrap…” Dean’s words were going in and out. Cloth was being stretched against his mass, layers of cloth and bands, against the face, and beneath. They were trying to support its weight.

Things blurred again, then Aiden was roughly jerked back into consciousness with a forceful tug of his body, various uniformed men pulling him upward, pulling his belly which was being supported separately in a variety of large cloths wrapped about it, like hammocks.

Aiden breathlessly tried to protest, but he was forced to his feet, his belly preceding him, tilting him slowly up, as he resisted and pleaded: so tight, so heavy.

The weight was suffocating. Coming in and out of consciousness, he was heaved upstairs and to a vehicle outside. All the while, Dean made pacifying assurances in his ear. Then Aiden was sprawled back across the backseat in the confined space of a large car, wobbling awkwardly, as the car moved at slow speed. Dean tried his best to keep him steady. He didn’t leave his side for a moment.

“I’m glad you found me,” Aiden whispered, during a scarce occasion that he found the energy.

“I would not have stopped until I did,” Dean responded.

Aiden attempted a smile through his grimace, though he was not sure if he had managed before he passed out again.

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When Aiden came to, a good deal of time had passed, because he was back at home—Dean’s home—curled in bed partially around his mound. He tried not to panic at the sheer size of it. He thought of other things, like the fact that…he felt much more relaxed than before, his belly no longer pulling and contracting against the massiveness of the egg stretching it to its limits.

“We gave you something to help you stay calm,” said Dean, stroking Aiden’s hair back.

Aiden tried to take inventory of the room. It was dark, and lit with candles. There was a strange chanting, and a naked woman was watching him over the bed, murmuring over him, her palms pointed outward. It was a witchdoctor.

“D-do you think it would wor—ohhhhh!” Aiden groaned as his abdomen was seized with pain. He felt himself arching as his belly gave a forceful shudder, shifting downwards before his eyes as he whimpered and clutched it, fighting it.

“You were also given an experimental potion. It might enable you to birth the child.” Dean was seated at the edge of the bed.

Everything was happening so rapidly. Aiden’s backside felt hot and swollen, his pelvis tight and aching, feeling like it might just break. “Nrrghhhhh!” he moaned as the egg shifted again, yet lower. It was proceeding fast, faster than his body was prepared for. Tears overflowed his eyes. The pain was unbearable.

“J-just cut it out me,” Aiden panted out, because that would be an improvement. He couldn’t take this anymore. He would be happy to provide the heir as a last gift to Dean, he just wanted an end to this.

Dean just shushed him, leaving Aiden to sob quietly as his body gave forceful jerks and Dean pet his head. The witchdoctor continued, speaking faster, increasing in volume with her secret language. She shouted something, and as she did, the pain spiked so high Aiden screamed.

He felt his ass swelling, spreading, his pelvis creaking frighteningly, as he squirmed and pleaded, clutching his belly which hung so low on him now, is looked bizarre.

“Stop…no…s-stop—ngghhh!”

Something was exiting, pushing out of him, something too large for his tiny opening. He felt himself stretching more and more, stretching impossibly, and became so fearful of tearing his could hardly move an inch. He continued to sob silently as he felt the egg stop then shift, stop then shift, until the combined pain and pressure left him dizzy and faint.

Then the egg pushed free, and he felt his body closing up almost instantly. He gasped for breath, still red and aching, still drenched in sweat and swollen in the stomach. His breasts were tight and squirting, easily FFs by then.

The exhaustion knocked him down and into Dean’s arms. He couldn’t believe he had survived it. He moaned into Dean’s chest, something indecipherable. But he could sense that Dean’s attention had shifted.

Summoning the remaining scraps of his energy, Aiden turned his head. He looked at the egg perched at the foot of his bed. It was massive, and quaking. Aiden had thought them to be contractions, but now he realized the egg had been moving inside of him for the past several days.

The size was just surreal. Aiden couldn’t imagine the mass of the baby. A crack formed, and the shell began to pull apart. Aiden felt his jaw fall. Dean straightened where he sat.

The End.