Egg Issues II
Added 2020-01-31 10:58:48 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.
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The growth had stabilized. Amy was now producing ten eggs a day, which was tolerable, if just for the time being. Additionally, the eggs seemed to arrive every two or three hours. She started to schedule her life around these deliveries. And she was grateful that she had at least stopped growing.
It was still awkward to navigate around, her belly jutting out before her. She still looked as though she was nine months pregnant, maybe slightly more. She waddled and panted as she moved about. Amy noticed that her hips had widened some, and her thighs had gotten slightly softer. Her previously flat chest was gradually filling out, becoming soft B cups that grew slow and gently.
But soon they were aching, and taking on bulk at a more rapid rate. They began to bulge against the cups of her bras as they swelled rounder, fuller, and heavier. It wasnt long before her bras were straining to contain her, tearing against the mounds, or her breasts were simply spilling out.
Soon she had steadily growing D-cups. She was just grateful that her belly showed no indication of additional growth. Her nipples were getting large and distendedactually, quite large. They were disproportionate to her breasts in their length and thickness, and her classmates stared at the way they stuck out in her tops, wiggling slightly, resembling coke caps, and then later little thumbs. Her areolas had become puffy cupolas of tender flesh beneath them, rounded and bulging. Just the slightest glide of her fingers left her trembling and panting, they were so sensitive. The way they rubbed against the fabric of her tops was almost torture, but purchasing bras had become pointless, as she would rapidly outgrow them.
She knew that it probably wasnt helping her predicament, but Amy found herself rubbing her breast flesh in the evenings in bed, curling around the heated sensations that shot through her nipples, loins and stomach. It offered a slight reprieve from the achy discomfort that seemed to perpetually occupy her nipples now. They felt uncomfortably hard and distended, as though there was a pressure behind them, pushing them farther outward.
School was over. Just not for Amy. She had done horribly on her last final, particularly because she had been struggling to hold in an egg crowing as she sat heavily in her desk, belly quaking as she tried not to groan.
She knew she had failed, and requested a meeting with the Dean. She claimed illness, and he had taken one look at her, assuming her to pregnant. Which she was, in a way. He offered her a retake at her convenience, and she was so grateful, she could have cried. She timed things perfectly this time. Her test would be at 1PM the following week, which would give her at least an hour and fourty-five minutes before she was due to produce another egg.
She took advantage of the extra study time, and knew that she would ace the exam. When the day of the test finally came, she sat gingerly at the desk set up in the back of the Deans office. He handed her the exam paper and went to his file cabinet, where he busied himself looking through some paperwork.
Amy raced her way through the multiple choice questions and got started on the essay. She tried to keep her fidgeting to a minimum. Over the past few days, her breasts had only grown larger, and sat perched on her belly, looking like volleyballs by then. Her chin would often collide with them. Despite their largeness, they were still uncomfortably round and perky. She would have odd episodes of tension that would leave her squirming. Amy rubbed and fidgeted, and adjusted her top. To her growing alarm, it was happening right at that moment.
Her breasts were surging against the stretched neckline of her top. Mmghhh she struggled to contain her groan, as her breasts heaved, almost on their own. They rose and fell as she flinched and squirmed, looking almost as though they were contracting. Her nipples were hard, sticking almost painfully outward as she quavered in her seat, thighs twitching. Helplessly, she rubbed at the side of the mounds. It was just so uncomfortably. So arousing. She panted as she felt herself begin to seep, right there in the Deans office, as her feet scrambled beneath her. Ohhhh nghhhhh She belatedly covered the mouth, but the Dean had paused and looked up.
He stared at her. Her shirt was tightening. Her nipples had grown obscenely large, like they meant to tunnel through the fabric of her shirt.
She was so hot, so tense, she felt like she might burst. She was hardly conscious as she pulled her shirt down, releasing her breasts to clutch the mounds, finding them surprisingly tense. Errrgghhhh, she groaned, struggling, straining, hardly understanding what was happening. A sharp pain shot through her nipples, causing her to throw her head back and wail.
Something was pushing they were opening! She blearily looked back down in time to see droplets of white fluidmilkspilling onto her test paper. But something harder followed, something fat and white that didnt give way like liquid. It pushed slowly from her left nipple, to crown, the Deans mouth hanging open in shock. Finally, it popped free, a firm white marble. Amy gasped as another marble was ejected from her right nipple.
Mmmgghhh she groaned. More things were crowning. She examined the two beads she had already produced. They were identically to what she had been producing vaginally, but smaller. They were goodness, they were eggs!
