Laying, Part 3

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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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Dean said that the longer an egg was carried, the stronger the child grew. Aiden didn’t know if that was necessarily true.

Aiden didn’t think he would ever get over his fear of breaking the eggs while pushing them out of him. He couldn’t hide how fragile he felt now that his belly was stretched out, and with fertilized eggs. Dean said that the eggs simply needed “insulation,” though Aiden wasn’t sure what that meant.

One thing was certain. The longer Aiden carried, the larger each egg seemed to grow inside of him, and Dean apparently enjoyed seeing Aiden uncomfortably round. When he had been producing unfertilized eggs for the farm, there had been an occasion or two when Aiden had developed a second egg in his belly. It had been highly frowned upon, so all the Layers had made sure to birth on a regular schedule, even if it interrupted sleep.

But Aiden’s appearance now was completely unorthodox. He was swelled up with eggs, possibly dozens, and it was an extreme that had little benefit that Aiden knew of. And with forty-two fertilized eggs already born, Aiden felt nothing but anxiety.

His last day on the farm was both unnerving and exciting. Dean paid off Rowcow just as he’d agreed, and drafted a new, ten-year contract for Aiden to work for him, personally. Considering his term of servitude had been cut in half, Aiden knew he had to try his best to handle the accompanying inconveniences.

Standing outside in front of the main barn, Aiden bid goodbye to the other Layers. He felt awkward standing there, apart from the others, who were still stuck in their contracts, still pleasantly slim except the odd bulge or the other. Rowcow stood by supervising, arms crossed. He and the Layers were all looking at Aiden in a mixture of pity and uneasiness. And consistently, their eyes would dart down to Aiden’s large belly.

Dean’s protective arm slid around his waist, Aiden grimacing as he was squeezed slightly. He was still so paranoid about damaging the eggs. He wasn’t even sure if it was legal to do so.

Layers were allowed to destroy their fertilized egg up until the second week, but did that also count for eggs that were stuck inside of him, developing?

Aiden forced a smile to the others, if just to assure them that he was fine with things, really, and then he allowed Dean to guide him off towards a waiting limousine that looked so out of place on the dusty roads along the farm. Aiden felt a shiver run through him as he was helped onto the impeccable leather seat. His life was about the change profoundly. He just hoped he had made the right decision.

Dean slid into the seat beside him, drawing Aiden close to his side. “How are you feeling?”

Aiden just nodded.

“You can talk, you know,” Dean said. “You’re not livestock anymore.”

Yet he was still property.

“Okay,” Aiden said aloud. If Dean wanted him to talk more, then he would oblige him. Aiden had grown accustomed to his polite murmurs towards the other Layers during meals in the farm cafeteria. It would take some time for him to get used to speaking up again, especially to his benefactor. It was still so difficult to know where he stood with Dean, and Aiden didn’t want to come off as disrespectful.

The limo jolted, and Aiden’s hand automatically darted down to his stomach, holding it gently. Dean also cradled Aiden’s belly with his larger hands, as though he was protective of his offspring there. Aiden thought of their many born eggs packed in the trunk of the car, in padded boxes. He wondered how many of them had reached the week-point, and if the creatures inside had developed to the stage that they were legally babies.

“Mmgghh…” Aiden’s belly shuddered. He fidgeted slightly as his mound tightened and cheeks warmed. That had been a new egg. He panted quietly. He was developing them so much more frequently than he was used to, and between the packing, the paperwork, the goodbyes, and the travel, he’d hardly had the chance to birth any at all that afternoon.

He looked as though he was nine months with a live child—as though it was possible for a young man to grow pregnant that way. The thought was a bit amusing to him, but then his heart sank as he worried. Dean continued to rub his tight mound pleasantly, almost consolingly.

It seemed like hours before the limo stopped. Aiden had developed another egg, and was flustered from the tension. He was helped out of the limo with little haste, Dean wrapping his arm about his waist, rubbing his hip, stroking his belly. As usual, the man showed little concern about Aiden’s need to lay. Dean led him languidly up a walk, beyond some trees, and through them was revealed the grandest house Aiden had ever seen.

It had to be at least five stories, an expansive mansion, with elaborate gardens, a hedge maze, a veranda, and several gardeners happily clipping away at the surrounding foliage. Aiden leaned heavily on Dean as two double doors were pulled open by an elegant butler.

“Mr. Chambers,” he said.

“Smith,” Dean responded. “This is my Layer. His name is Aiden. Please prepare him a birthing chamber, and ensure that he has everything he needs for the duration of his stay.”

Aiden panted quietly. He didn’t need a nest or a chamber, he just needed a moment to himself without offending. “Where is my room?” he asked weakly, holding the side of his belly to hint at his need for release.

Dean seemed amused by the inquiry. “Oh, you’re coming with me.” He guided Aiden to a spiral staircase.

Though Dean moved slowly and smoothly up the stairs, he offered little regard to Aiden, who was struggling to keep up. Aiden clutched the railing tightly, his belly bobbing uncomfortably with each step upwards. He was panting and sweating, his hips sore and back tense. By the time they made it to the second floor, he felt dizzy with fatigue. He knew he couldn’t have given birth at that moment even if he had the chance to.

Horribly enough, a tension bloomed in Aiden’s stomach. “Nrrgghhh…” He clutched onto Dean by impulse as his belly tightened between them. The sensation of developing an egg had never been so unpleasant before, but Aiden supposed that with the congestion, it was to be expected.

When it was over, Aiden took a few moments to catch his breath. Belatedly remembering how heavily he was leaning on Dean, Aiden pulled back and looked up at him.

Dean was amused. “Okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” Aiden lied, tugging down on the shirt he had been wearing when he left the farm. The hem had pulled out of his uniform pants, fabric stretched against his mass.

Dean led him down a corridor, Aiden waddling slightly to keep up. Dean opened a door, and Aiden was welcomed by the sight of an expansive bedroom with a king-sized bed, a fireplace, and large, high windows that allowed light to pour across the room. Aiden walked across the soft white rug, the sight of all his fertilized eggs stacked neatly on shelves in an ornate cabinet causing him to melt slightly.

“I had the driver bring them up. Each shelf it padded, and each egg has enough space to move a little,” Dean mentioned behind him. His arms came up, rubbing Aiden’s shoulders. “You must be exhausted.” And he guided Aiden towards the bed.

Aiden indeed was exhausted, but he was doubtful that sleep was what Dean had in mind. With each egg that Aiden developed, Dean’s eyes gleamed with a visceral need, as though every moment that a new egg remained unfertilized inside of Aiden was a failing on Dean’s part somehow.

Aiden carefully maneuvered himself to all fours on the bed. Dean came up behind him, and soon enough, was inside of him. The two rocked together, and outside of the weariness and pressure, it wasn’t at all unpleasant for Aiden. He pushed back at Dean as much as he could, suddenly needing him closer, deeper; he needed as much of Dean as he could get inside.

A pressure bloomed. “Mggnnnhh…” Aiden could nearly curse as tension shuddered though his belly. His navel bulged outwards with an uncomfortable popping sensation. He groaned and fidgeted as Dean continued to rock, now lightly stroking the sides of his girth. It was all too much. The pressure seemed to spike again, eggs shifting against his taut confines, desperately wanting release. “Ohhhh…” Aiden groaned as his belly gently contracted in turn with Dean’s thrusts. His face was red, body straining. He didn’t know how much farther he could be stretched. “I—I need to—”

“You’re not as fragile as you realize,” Dean panted in answer. With each thrust, the pressure spiked, descending eggs being pushed back in.

Aiden’s belly shivered. He whimpered and struggled until Dean finally released, and the tension jolted him. Aiden came against the underside of his mound, and nearly collapsed, but Dean guided them both to their sides.

Dean remained inside of him, plugging him from releasing his seed, and also keeping him from birthing.

Aiden gasped for breath, belly pulsing. “So tight…” he pleaded even though he was too tired to think about releasing even one of his eggs.

“Shhhh…” Dean comforted. He reached behind them to the night stand, and Aiden could hear him unscrewing the cover on something. Soon Dean’s hands had returned, and he was coating Aiden’s taut belly with a thick, oily cream that instantly seeped into Aiden’s prickling skin.

As his belly softened, and it’s the flush paled, Aiden couldn’t help lowering his eyes. Dean’s hands felt amazing, making Aiden unconsciously arch into the contact. He knew Dean was treating the symptoms not the problem, but he could hardly care in his post-orgasmic weariness.

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Aiden awoke early the next morning, still comfortably wrapped in Dean’s arms.

When he opened his eyes, he could see the round bulge his belly made under the blanket. He laid his hand on it, rubbing it gingerly. He was definitely larger, and with his size grew Aiden’s uneasiness. He almost didn’t want to look at himself. With a gulp, he pulled off the sheets.

If he had been in a pregnancy with a live child, he would have looked overdue. His belly button was now bulging outwards, with no sigh of returning to its inwards state. His skin was somewhat flushed again, though nowhere nearly as uncomfortable as it had been the night before. Aiden laid his hands against the bare mass, to find his skin soft and resisting. He didn’t know what cream Dean had used, but it had done wonders for him.

As carefully as his swollen body would allow him to, Aiden maneuvered himself out of Dean’s arms and slid to the edge of the bed. He frowned at the unpleasant sensation of his belly resting on his lap. He could hardly believe that only a week before he had been a slim layer producing one egg at a time on Rowcow’s farm.

Contemplating on that, Aiden couldn’t say that he was any worse off than he had been before. Things had just gotten decidedly…awkward. Aiden heaved himself up with an unsettling amount of effort. By instinct, he cradled the underside of his mound, almost feeling as though he would lose his balance.

Moving awkwardly, Aiden did his best to get dressed in his clothes from the day before. He was abashed to see that he had outgrown his shirt, several inches of his belly pushing out beneath the tightly-stretched hem.

Aiden waddled out of the room and closed the door as quietly as possible. He wandered around a bit until he found what looked like a den, with, at least, a carpet. He crouched down in the corner, hoping some servant wouldn’t walk in.

Getting into birthing position was awkward, and Aiden had to hold onto the wall. He pushed his pants down to his knees, and squatted despite his body’s protest of the position, his large belly making it impossibly difficult to both support and maneuver around the mass, but Aiden did his best.

He breathed, and pushed, until his belly lightly contracted. He could feel an egg shifting, and rubbed his belly, urging it. He nearly cried out as a new egg developed, but he worked with the momentum, and bared down.

The egg was bigger than he was used to, his hole burning as it stretched and struggled to eject it. Ordinarily they were the size of tennis balls, but this one felt more like a softball inside him. If he hadn’t been to bed with Dean regularly for several days, and coated with natural lubrication, Aiden wasn’t sure if he could have birthed it at all. He strained and pushed, his body trembling. Finally, he felt the egg pop free, to thud lightly on the carpeting. Aiden panted and dropped to his knees. The single egg had taken more effort than he had anticipated.

Aiden frowned at the sound of footsteps outside in the corridor, pacing, as though in search of something. Steeling himself, Aiden shifted back into position and returned to work on laying.