Laying, Part 6

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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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“Oh…ohhh,” Aiden groaned, his ass tightening. He did his best to shift himself out of his clothes, before he carefully maneuvered himself into the bath and sunk down.

It was deliciously hot, and all of his muscles seemed to instantly loosen. Aiden pushed tentatively, then groaned, feeling his hole tighten. But he continued with his careful pushes, knowing that the egg had grown larger than it should have been allowed to get. Aiden closed his eyes and leaned back, making steady progress.

A knock on the bathroom door startled Aiden out of his reverie, and he felt the egg shift back inside of him by at least an inch. “Ngghhh…” Trying his best to ignore the knocks, Aiden continued to push, harder, and more impatiently. His face reddened from the exertion, his shoulders trembling, and his hole burning as it clenched around the impossibly large object he was trying to eject.

The door opened and Dean came in wearing just a towel, his lightly muscled torso on full display. Dean frowned. “Why are you doing this in the middle of the night?” he said, just as Aiden finally managed to pop the egg out.

Aiden slumped back, gasping for breath.

Dean reached into the tub and lifted the egg from between Aiden’s thighs. It was the size of a small cantaloupe, and Aiden could hardly comprehend how he’d managed to push that thing out of him. He knew that he was producing slick now, and that his body was loosening up by biologic necessity, but if the eggs were allowed to get any larger, they would certainly just end up stuck inside him.

“Very good,” said Dean, offering a slow smile as he seemed to weigh the girth of the egg that overfilled his palm. “But you need to rest.”

Aiden wished he could argue, but he could hardly even catch his breath. He allowed Dean to help him out of the tub and to the expansive bed in the master bedroom. By the time his head touched his pillow, Aiden had passed out.

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When Aiden awoke the next morning, he wanted to try birthing some more, but he was quickly dressed in fine, uncomfortable attire, and hauled over to the breakfast buffet set up in their suite.

Aiden tried to eat slowly but constantly, so to go easy on his cramped insides, yet not give Dean reason to complain.

Aiden was fidgeting in his seat, his hands laying on his tension-filled belly, then his sore lower back, or rubbing at his heated chest. It must have been worse than he realized, because Dean took his hand and squeezed it soothingly. The man looked mildly amused. Aiden lifted his fork with his free hand. He bit off a piece of greasy sausage and gulped it down.

After a while, Dean released Aiden’s hand, instead sliding his fingers to Aiden’s stuffed belly. It was wider than Aiden by then, beginning to resemble a beach ball where it sat perched heavily in Aiden’s lap. Aiden could feel his sweat seeping into the material of the fitted suit he was wearing. He just felt so stuffy and hot, tight and cramped.

“Ready to head home?” said Dean once they were finished.

Aiden gave a nod, but it made little difference him. Dean’s house was hardly a home to Aiden. It was more of a workplace.

The limo ride that followed was more uncomfortable than the last one. Aiden spent the time whimpering and clutching at his tight, churning belly. At some point he found himself burying his head in Dean’s shoulder, and was surprised when Dean only responded by stroking his hair. Aiden’s belly pushed against the warmth of Dean’s toned torso, flushed and heaving. Every jostle the vehicle caused made Aiden feel like it would burst.

Dean continued to stroke Aiden’s head in a comforting way. His free hand idly slid down to play with the fat nub of Aiden’s bulging belly button.

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Aiden was relieved to get to Dean’s house. His clothing was sticking to his sweaty body, and he felt so flustered and heavy, he wanted to collapse right there in the threshold.

Unwilling to even think about climbing the staircase up to his quarters, he began to pull off his clothes right there, hardly caring about his uncouth display. He would rethink his actions only if Dean deemed to remark or protest them.

Not even bothering to remove his tie, Aiden tore at his button down, releasing his swollen belly, which heaved with his heavy panting. He could feel Dean’s vaguely amused gaze on his form. “Mmmghh…” Aiden groaned, the pressure on his loins leaving him continually aroused. The stimulated feelings conflicted confusingly with his extreme discomfort, his gender jabbing against the underside of his gut, already beginning to weep by then.

Aiden looked down to survey himself. The tailor had fitted him with a pregnancy girdle, which hardly served to alleviate the strain on his back. In fact, it was rather lacy, and seemed like an odd piece of lingerie. He looked up at Dean who was watching him intently.

“Ohh…” Aiden breathed, as Dean sidled up to his plump ass, his larger hands sliding down to cup Aiden’s bloated flanks. Aiden could feel his erection pressing against his backside through Dean’s trousers. “Nngghhh…” Aiden groaned as Dean stroked him idly. Aiden’s desperately wanted to sit down yet just as keenly he wanted to be touched. The conflicting needs made him want to cry. He wanted to articulate some compromise for his strained body, when he heard himself blurt, “Why won’t you let me lay?”

“What?” Dean pulled back, and Aiden instantly missed the weight supporting him from behind. He whimpered and clutched the underside of his belly as though this would do him any good.

“You…” Aiden gasped out. “You w-won’t—”

“No I... sorry. I’m just a little enthused about this whole arrangement,” said Dean, and it was a weak excuse that hardly accounted for any of Dean’s faults, and yet the admission of guilt revealed, stunningly enough, repentance.

Maybe there was hope. But then, Aiden had learned by then, not to be optimistic. He practically staggered to the couch, where he collapsed against the soft cushions, panting and squirming. He heard Dean come over to him, hesitate, then sit down with him. Dean climbed behind him, so that Aiden was sprawled between his thighs, Aiden’s back to Dean’s chest. Aiden was too fatigued to ponder Dean’s motives, whether sexual or sadistic. Aiden simply slumped back against him.

Dean reached down to draw up one of Aiden’s knees, causing Aiden’s eyes to go wide as pressure surged to his backside.

Aiden was so breathless he could barely speak. “Wait, not—not now—I c-can’nrrghhhh….” he groaned, arching, pawing weakly at Dean to let him go.

Dean drew his other knee back, and spread him wide.

“Aaggghhhh…” Aiden arched and twisted as the pressure was accompanied by a burning sensation as his hole was rapidly filled. “S-sloww…” he managed to wheeze, his eyes stinging and thighs shuddering.

The eggs felt huge. Oh god. What if they tore him apart? He cupped the underside of his swollen gut, desperately wanting to slow things down.

“There you go…easy…” Dean encouraged.

Aiden groaned as his hole grew tighter and tighter as the girth of an egg inched its way forward. It quivered slightly. It was crowing significantly. He was so tight and being stretched painfully wide. He felt on the cusp tearing. He didn’t want to push anymore.

Dean’s hand suddenly came down to press harshly into his gut, pushing both Aiden, and the egg, over the edge.

“Nghhh!” Aiden grunted as the egg popped free of him. He sucked in a desperate breath as he felt the next one immediately shoved forward, crowning in its place. He had been stretched a good deal and this one didn’t feel as terrifying. “H-holy—”

“Keep going,” Dean urged, now kneading into Aiden’s gut with enough pressure that the crowning egg quivered forward. Aiden felt impossibly hot, his face burning, breaths coming in gasps.

“Ohh…mghhh…” Aiden grunted as he pushed.

Things proceeded like that for the next few hours, by which point Aiden managed to birth a dozen eggs.

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Things improved from then on. Their relationship, and Aiden’s condition.

There were no more obstacles to his giving birth, and he tried to do it on a consistent basis. In only a few days, he was managing to birth ten eggs a day, which matched his rate of production. Soon he was birthing eleven, then twelve. He was still significantly backlogged, but things were rapidly improving for him. It helped when Dean helped him, but Dean was not always available to. Sometimes Aiden tried to employ Dean’s methods on his own, but it was never the same.

One morning, Aiden surveyed himself in the bathroom mirror. He was an unusual sight to behold.

His belly was still large and round, but not to an unmanageable degree. He looked as though he was due with live twins, full and firm, and still moving with a slight waddle. His belly shoved his briefs down low, his swollen ass further making the fit abysmal. Aiden turned to his side as he examined his fecund body.

Her had grown breasts. Plump Cs that sat perkily on his chest, nipples swollen and aching and pink. Dean had often taken to holding onto them when they were intimate, causing Aiden to cry out from the very new sensation.

Aiden found that he was constantly, at least, partly, aroused. Undoubtedly it was related to the hormones flooding his baby-burdened body. Even then, he was half-hard in his briefs. His hand unconsciously began to slide downwards, but he stopped himself. He had already come several times that day. If he did it again, he feared he might pass out.

But as if on cue, two arms wrapped around him, cupping his mass. Despite his better judgement, Aiden allowed Dean to drag him to the bedroom.

“C-careful,” Aiden managed as he was pushed against the bed. Even now that he was smaller around the stomach, the face of his belly brushed the bed when he was on all fours. He blamed his short legs, but it was mostly just the massiveness of his stomach in comparison to the rest of him.

Dean “hummed,” and Aiden yelped as he was flipped into Dean’s lap. He felt Dean’s hardness against him, grinding on his crack.

“Better?” Dean hissed, pushing at Aiden’s briefs, which had already slid halfway down his plump backside. Dean didn’t wait for a response.

Soon Aiden was bouncing against Dean’s lap, the weight of his belly leaving him breathless after each of Dean’s thrusts. Tension surged to his groin, hot and twisting, making him arch and contract as the pleasure cumulated. His breasts bobbed and his nipples stung, but oddly it only served to push him closer to the edge, and then his areola prickled, and there was the sensation of…wetness.

Aiden opened his eyes. There was a pale stream of fluid trailing out from each of his nipples. The sight of it was too much, and he exploded, splattering hard against the underside of his belly.

Dean came a second later, and Aiden groaned, pressing back against him, even with the knowledge that he was fertilizing the newest eggs buried in his belly.

Afterwards, Aiden slumped forward, boneless, Dean holding him upright about the ribs.

“Oh,” said Dean breathlessly, offering a grin as he leaned forward to rest his chin on Aiden’s shoulder. “You’re getting ready to feed them.”

Aiden blinked, and lowered his gaze to his chest, locking his eyes on the steady droplets of milk, and only then registering that he was…lactating. He gulped.

They had never discussed it—his duties as a parent, or if he was even expected to be one.

They rested there for a while, wrapped in each other, catching their breaths, in a strange level of familiarity they had slowly come to over the weeks.

“Come on,” said Dean eventually. “Let’s see.”

Dean donned his trousers, and Aiden, some boxers and a large tank top that didn’t quite cover his belly. They went across the room, to the large ornate cabinet, that was rapidly filling up with eggs. Aiden had been avoiding the sight of his fertilized eggs, overwhelmed by the sheer quantity, as well as the knowledge that each was an individual baby.

Each egg was larger now, at least twice its original size. Dean opened the cabinet and Aiden reached towards one of the padded shelves. He tentatively laid his hand on the eggs, and nearly flinched at how hot it was. Each egg seemed to be radiating heat.

Aiden’s gaze trailed along the shelves. There had to be hundreds by now. They could have been making an army. He wondered what Roscow and the breeders on the farm would think of him if they could see what he has been up to.