Laying, Part 8

Story Directory: $5 Patrons
Story Directory: $10 Patrons
Story Directory: $20 Patrons

Story Schedule

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.

Previous Chapter

-

They needed the egg to be well-insulated. Aiden consumed a diet that was high in calcium as well as fat. Soon his mound developed a soft padding of fat to cover the firmness beneath it.

He was getting big and round. Dean had him dressed in ceremonial tunics of the finest material. Aiden found that he was more careful in his movements, now that he was carrying one large egg rather that several small ones. Dean hosted events frequently, or took Aiden out to wine parties and gallery openings. He wanted to show Aiden off, and Dean’s peers treated Aiden with an intrigued fondness as they took in Aiden’s expensive attire and bulging abdomen. They called him cute. Handsome. Not acknowledging the flustered oddity he would become.

“You have a capable breeder,” one told Dean.

“The heir will be strong,” another said, as she laid her hand on Aiden’s belly.

Weeks passed, and Aiden continued to grow. Dean said nothing of plans for the arrival of his heir, and Aiden feared that the egg was on the cusp of getting bigger than his pelvis. It hadn’t been a concern in the past, but it was now that he was carrying a single egg rather than several. Aiden tried to be optimistic on his calculations. He factored in fat, and fluid weight, but there were only so many inches he could write off.

“You look good,” Dean murmured one evening.

“Might be time,” Aiden mumbled back meekly. He looked as though he was eight months pregnant, and this egg was huge compared to the others.

“You’ve been doing so well,” Dean said. “Let’s wait a little longer.”

Aiden was hardly in a place to protest. Instead, he fell silent, saying nothing more. No assurance from Den could quell his nervous state. He wanted to give birth, but not without Dean’s permission. Plus, he didn’t think he could do it alone.

-

Aiden just grew bigger and bigger. And oddly, it seemed to almost correspond with Dean’s eminence and popularity.

At events, Aiden always stood at Dean’s side, his back tense from the strain. Diligently, he gave slight bows whenever introduced to a person who seemed particularly important.

Sometimes Aiden was the receiver of bows. People were strangely impressed by Dean’s little army of children and his massive heir in the making.

They kissed his stomach or gave him gifts of succulent food, watching him as though expecting him to stuff it all down right there, until Aiden felt so awkward, he did so.

People felt inclined to touch Aiden’s belly and compliment Dean on his handiwork. They remarked on how auspicious the heir’s size was, or they held Aiden’s flanks and spoke of intriguing futures.

Dean remained indifferent to the sycophantic praise, but Aiden could tell how much he had enjoyed it by his enthusiasm late in the night.

“S-slow,” Aiden pleaded that evening.

Sex was getting increasingly awkward. Dean didn’t mind.

Aiden felt tight and breathless, and as much as he craved for the contact, the forceful bobbing of his girth nearly knocked the air out of his lungs. “Slow…easy…” he panted. Dean glided and massaged his rough hands against Aiden’s belly, causing the Layer to groan.

After it was over, Aiden was exhausted. He didn’t think he could have lifted his pinkly had he attempted it.

He laid there on his side, and after a while, when he had gathered enough strength, he rolled onto his back, but immediately regretted the decision. His belly was large, larger than a full-term pregnancy. The egg had far outgrown his pelvis by then, and he had no idea how it would pass. Despite the comfort of the afterglow, his eyes began to sting.

Dean was sitting up on the edge of the bed, buttoning his nightshirt around him. “Walk with me in the garden.”

Aiden hesitated, but nodded. It was a struggle to get up. By the time he got himself into a tight tunic, he was panting and flushed. The thin material hugged and showed off every curve of his body, even his bulging belly button. It made his largeness all the more evident. Aiden couldn’t help staring down at the plumpness of his round breasts as he idly ran his fingers over his bulging backside.

Dean was holding the door. Aiden waddled over. Soon he found himself in the garden, absently cupping his own backside which felt odd and tight, as it usually did when his body keenly wanted to birth. Dean found amusement in the gesture, and cupped Aiden’s bottom as well. Aiden’s breasts bobbed slightly with his movements, fat DDs by then.

“You will nurse my heir as long as he will take your milk,” stated Dean, looking forward.

Aiden gave a weak nod of acknowledgement.

“Are you not pleased?” said Dean.

“I am,” Aiden responded breathlessly. “It’s just…how much longer?”

“Not long,” said Dean.

But Dean always said that. Aiden just followed his lead, waddling onwards, panting quietly.

-

Interacting with the newborns was slightly overwhelming. They were always keen for contact, and hungry, nursing enthusiastically. Aiden always felt that he had deprived them somehow, but Dean assured that that were being well taken care of. They were numerous, and more hatched every day. It was hard to keep up with it all, and gave him a certain amount of anxiety.

Aiden hated his feeling of relief when he was separated from them, but they were a lot to handle, especially given his advanced condition. He made sure to spend time with them at least daily, allowing them to relieve some of his burden of milk, as his heart yearned, even in their presence.

His belly was getting massive, looking so out of place on his otherwise thin frame. It perched on his lap when he sat like a very large ball, filling it, and sitting heavily on his weary thighs. It dominated his torso, serving as a shelf for the fat mounds of his breasts. Aiden was constantly breathless, weary, and uncomfortable, but he did his best to maintain his cheerful disposition at events, to keep Dean happy with him.

People stared at him, drawn to him, intrigue taking the forefront in their gazes. His belly seemed to throb, up and down, in and out, sticking out, preceding him, as he glued himself to Dean’s arm more for balance than anything else.

Aiden had no choice but to endure it. He savored the nights he stayed at home, off his feet, often sprawled in bed, fidgeting and breathing. Sometimes Dean pulled Aiden into his lap and fondly kneaded the mound. Aiden would groan, unsure of whether the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. He was beginning to fear that there was no end.

One morning, Aiden tried to get up, but found his ass planted firmly against the mattress despite his efforts, as though glued there. Dean was already up and getting ready for the day. Aiden tried again and again to stand, but each time, it sapped a little more of his strength and made it all the harder. He was just so heavy, and didn’t seem to have the energy that morning. Maybe it had been too long a night. He hadn’t slept much, after all. Aiden tried not to entertain the prospect of losing his mobility altogether. He was sure it was just an energy issue, for now.

He leaned back on his hands, flushed and panting by then, watching his chest melodiously rise up and down, his belly feeling as though it could burst away from him. He waited for Dean to walk back into the room, then posed his issue before he had really though much about articulating it.

“C-can’t get up,” he blurted.

Dean paused in doing his tie. What seemed like pleasure flickered across his face, to disappear a second later. He contrived a frown and crossed his arms. “I can order a wheelchair. Just for when—you’re having difficulties.”

Aiden’s face burned in mortification. “Okay,” he agreed.

-

The wheelchair helped. He only submitted to use it in the most desperate of occasions, which often turned out in the evenings, after a day of dragging his weight around on his otherwise narrow body.

The evening of the dinner party, Aiden knew that he would have to maintain the image of fertile strength and beauty, to look as though he was blooming and not a wreck. He tried to get rest throughout the day, then in the evening, leaned on Dean’s side, and went about with greetings with his straining back and quavering legs.

“Yes, the child’s coming along,” Aiden said as serenely as he could, smiling despite that he wanted to grimace, cupping his belly like it wasn’t obscene in the way if jutted out from his body, wider than him, a heaving round globe that awkwardly divided him from any person he might try to converse with.

Dean seemed prouder than ever, but he was, at least, a little considerate. He shortened the trivial small talk and guided Aiden to his seat at the dinner table. He set Aiden up with a large shake and kissed the top of his head in an unexpectedly tender gesture. “Dinner will begin shortly. Stay here and rest.”

Aiden was surprised by the reprieve. Dean liked to show him off. In fact, it might have been the main component that Dean liked about the pregnancies. But Aiden wasn’t about to argue. He slumped back while trying to look as poised as he could, and when no one was looking, he fidgeted, and groaned, and rubbed his mass gently. His belly felt tense, skin prickling and pressurized. He could feel the egg steadily growing, pushing out at that very moment.

He could feel his milk seep into his padded bra, and hoped it wasn’t already completely saturated. He shifted his thighs periodically as they went numb beneath the weight of his heavy girth. He couldn’t believe what Dean had done to him.

As people settled around the massive dining table for dinner, Aiden could hardly follow what was going on. Dean sat at the head of the table, Aiden at his immediate right. Dean spoke some words, his peers clinging on to every syllable. And then there was a moment of silence as people flapped their napkins, and servers began to bring out the drinks.

Aiden halted things as he struggled to stand—he didn’t have to. By the time he rose, he was panting heavily. He awkwardly stumbled back as his belly bumped against the edge of the table. He felt a hand on his tense back, Dean’s hand—the man was suddenly standing as well, supporting him. Dean was looking at him in curiosity, but Aiden averted his eyes, not wanting to lose his nerve.

Aiden didn’t have to say a thing, but he wanted to for some reason. He wanted to show his trust and commitment to Dean. He wanted to demand the same promise. “I would like to propose a toast,” Aiden managed, his belly feeling tighter than ever. As much as he wanted to seem comfortable and content, it was nearly impossible to hide the strain of standing at that moment. His tunic was thin and sticking to him like glue. He could feel his milk seeping out of the padding, as his swollen nipples distended against the moistening material. But he didn’t care. He let everyone marvel at him in both amazement and unease. His beachball of a belly was heaving up and down, still pressing heavily against the edge of the table. It was larger than it had ever been before. Yet he cupped it lovingly, and arched, the fabric stretched nearly to transparency and on the cusp of tearing right open. He breathed thinly, displaying as much as he could of his extreme pregnancy. He wanted them to see the sheer mass of his egg. He had to show off every inch of it.

And duly, his audience gaped at him. Aiden continued, “To Dean. For his kindness and generosity. His strength in leadership. His honesty and integrity. And for always sticking to his word.” He didn’t meet Dean’s eyes, but could feel the man watching him intently. Aiden’s nerves were frayed by then, but he went on. “For his…astounding fertility.”

There were some chuckles and a relieving break in the tension. Aiden took a few deep breaths. “I can assure you all, no Layer has ever experienced what I have experienced with Dean. Look at what he’s done to me.”

The room was silent, every person focused completely on Aiden.

“To a solid and true man. To Dean Chambers.”

“To Dean Chambers,” the others echoed, the room descended to excited chatters as Aiden arduously eased himself back into his seat, his legs feeling like liquid. Beside him, Dean gave a slow smile.