Egg Issues

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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Amy was sitting in class trying to get some notes done, when she felt a sudden tension in her loins. Her belly rocked with gentle contractions. Eyes going wide, Amy climbed to her feet and hurried out of the room, her hand cradling her rounded gut.

Her classmates stared after her.

As Amy hurried into the bathroom, she could feel that the egg was already beginning to crown. It forced its way onwards, achingly stretching her. She rushed into a stall, locked the door, and squatted down just in time for the egg to drop lightly against the floor. She groaned, and dropped to her knees, panting quietly.

It had started two weeks earlier. Amy had begun dropping eggs out of nowhere, each roughly the size of an orange. Amy’s belly had gotten increasingly bloated as she continued to birth eggs at random, and with increasing frequency. Now she looked as though she was six months pregnant, and gave birth to roughly four eggs a day.

“Eugh,” she groaned, rubbing her gurgling mound.

She still didn’t know what to do with them all. At present, most were stuffed in the bottom left drawer in the old bureau in her dorm room. She didn’t even want to know what they contained.

Amy knew that she should have spoken to someone about it, but it was finals week, and she had worked so hard. She wouldn’t allow her freshman year of college to be ruined because of some freakish anomaly.

And so, she grabbed up the bright white egg from the floor and stuffed it into her backpack. With another grunt, she heaved herself to her feet, brushed herself off, and headed back to class.

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In another week, Amy looked as though she was nine months pregnant.

Her gut was jutting outwards on her thin body, her belly button bulging, a visible lump in her clothing. Her stomach gurgled and groaned continuously, and she could actually feel the eggs shifting around inside of her, pressing against her stretched skin.

Finals were almost over. In fact, there was only one let, and then she would be on summer break.

To celebrate the conclusion of Calculus, Amy and her dorm mates ordered pizza, and decided to watch a movie.

Amy was dressed in a small pair of gym-shorts that displayed her thin legs and hips. The college T-shirt she had donned pulled tightly over her round, swollen belly, several inches of skin bulging free of the tautly stretched hem. She wobbled awkwardly at times, but for the most part, managed to stay relatively balanced. She still just couldn’t believe how big she had gotten. Once she finished her last final the following day, she would be free to worry about what was going on inside of her.

Amy was just leaning over to grab a fourth slice of pizza, when she grimaced, her belly tensing. It was another egg. She didn’t have much a time.

She was up to six a day by then. Planting her hands firmly on the arms of the couch, Amy heaved herself up, but the strain just pushed the egg downwards, causing it to crown to the point that she felt it shoving out of her. She was sure that it was making a visible bulge in her shorts.

Her roommates stared. They had been too polite so far to inquire about her rapid weight gain, but now they seemed truly baffled. One dropped a slice of pizza right on her lap.

Grimacing, Amy made her way to her bedroom in an awkward wobble so not to crush the egg pushing between her thighs. It was shoving her pants downwards as the shorts took on more and more of the girth of the egg. She could feel a second egg shoving behind it, trying to crown.

She climbed onto her bed panting quietly, leaning back and spreading herself wide. She allowed the first egg to drop, then grunted, and pushed until the second egg popped free as well. She moaned and rubbed her hands up and down her swollen stomach. It heaved gently with her deep breaths, and was filled with a perpetual pressure, her skin prickling, as though it was inching forward with growth even at that moment.

It probably was.

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