#egg laying kink

[yanderemommabean]

Thinking of the yan bees rn. I want them to tie me down as I’m forced to receive orgasm after orgasm, being at their mercy. And Ik they don’t like to punish their darling but I’m imagining after a failed escape attempt or something, I’m just denied orgasms so I learn that if I stay with them they’ll fufill my every need. Maybe the king or queen have me push out eggs in front of them while they play with my poor abused nipples. Or female bees have me hump their muscled legs with my hands tied behind my back as I try to reach my orgasm, the humiliation aahhh. I just want them to take care of me. Thx for listening to my insane ramblings momma! Hope ur doing well <3

Oh they'll take care of you. They'll give you such a smug expression when you fruitlessly rub against their thighs, cooing when you become so nervous you can't continue, so they wrap their larger hands around your waist to move you themselves, like you're just a helpless little doll.

When you're made to push out the eggs, you're praised, warm hands coming to hold you still as the aftershocks of your forced orgasms leave you. Your body acts as if it's boneless, you're unable to make any coherent statement as their fingers come to hold your hole open so they can gaze at your gaping hole. You were so good for them, can't you continue to let them take care of you? You're so pretty and cute when made into this sort of mess, why won't you let them keep you like this?

Looks like a few more hours of playtime will do the trick and keep you in line for a bit <3

-Mommabean

[shorthorny-boytoy]

Not to be a fag or anything

But smtn about ovipos and being filled w eggs that constantly press against my g-spot and show the world how much of a slut I am

Really gets my brain going

Maybe even add a bit of tummy bloating so I look all filled and round

[bigbellybreedee]

Just came across this ad on tiktok. Someone’s egg laying denial kink is showing!!

[itsstuck]

Perhaps it was a mistake to choose dinosaurs as your topic for your university's science fair. Perhaps you screwed up following the instructions or did not read them carefully enough.

You sat in your dorm, half your project done, sat on your desk. A little nest where you were going to present the replica dinosaur eggs, without its crown jewel however the eggs.

You rubbed your humongous stomach self consciously which has stretched to an unimaginable size. You were naked but there was no way you could see further than your gargantuan bullet shaped stomach littered with red and purple stretch marks and veins. 'Gives a whole new meaning to "ready to pop"' you thought to yourself. You squirted more oil you purchased from a dubious store (along with the egg kit of course) on your puffy pussy that you could barely reach and rubbed it in. It made you feel hot all over but still you dutifully resumed your nightly ritual.

The rubbing felt incredible, before you knew it you barely had any oil left and you were writhing beneath your stomach. You probably would've arched your back off the bed too if you weren't pinned against it by the weight. Then suddenly something shifted within you, you could practically feel your pelvis creak as a torrent of fluid flooded your bed.

You tried to at least get yourself up on your elbows to see in the mirror facing your bed, what was going on.

The bed was soaked alright and between your legs was something slimey and brownish.

"What the fuck..." you muttered to yourself, trying to at least somehow maneuver your body on your hands and knees. Was this it? Upon examining it closer, you realised what it was and your heart dropped just as an extreme wave of pain washed over you. It was the fucking mucus plug. But why was it so huge. How much would your cervix have to dilate if this was keeping it sealed. 15 cm? 20 cm?

You started to feel sick. Just how many eggs were there?!

The sudden pressure increasing tenfold halted your train of thought.

At least you were already on your hands and knees right, besides you had the whole night to yourself. You bore down gingerly and hoped that your huge stomach pressing against the mattress would help too. Nothing but more liquid came out and the pain and pressure was only increasing.

After 3 hours of rocking back and forth with 0 results you decided it was time to get serious about this. You steadied yourself, gripped the sheets and gave a huge push.

Nothing.

1 hour into birthing with all your might you didn't even notice how far apart your legs were and how much your lower half felt like jelly when finally you felt something behind your entrance. Encouraged by the progress you began pressing on the top of your stomach with one hand while gritting your teeth and bearing down hard. Something began emerging. Covered in a slimey substance a jelly like egg started poking through your aching cunt. You moaned and pushed as hard as you could, waiting for the relief of it plopping out onto the blanket so you could birth the rest but it never came. With the next effort you buried your face into your pillow, hopefully muffling your desperate screams. Every time you let up the egg would slide back, nestled deep into the warm slick of your pussy.

This went on for another hour or so when you finally gave a push hard enough that got the egg to a point it wouldn't slip back from. You almost felt relieved. It will slide out any second, right?

Your pussy was stretched to its natural limit as you panted and pushed. But this birth was anything but natural...your only luck was that you kept up your oil regimen because soon you felt something slick and almost gelatinous touch your inner thighs, even with your legs spread.

"Wh-what?!" You whined into the pillow.

Fuck.

No no no no no.

This was supposed to be several small eggs not ONE. Cold sweat covered every inch of your body as the realisation hit. How would this ever come out?! There was no way you could call for help, what would you say, not to mention that you were fully immobilised by the gargantuan egg spreading you open way past what should be humanly possible.

Back when you realised what was happening to you, you tried watching at least SOME birthing videos though you knew your experience would be nothing like that. You tried to think back to them hoping to remember anything from the ones where petite women would have to squeeze out a 10lbs kid. Although even those babies would seem like light work compared to whatever was stuck in you. The pain made it much to hard to think but then suddenly you had an idea!

Gravity would help.

You gathered all your strength to heave yourself up from your hands and knees only onto your knees you could hopefully get into a crouching position from there. However as soon as you glanced up and caught your reflection in the mirror, in a split second, before you could change the outcome you realised it was a huge mistake.

The egg was absolutely humongous and your pussy was stretched grotesquely around it, completely white and on the brink of tearing and worst of all you could not kneel down as the egg was so gargantuan. It was touching the mattress. Or at least you couldn't kneel down without the egg sliding back into your tortured cunt a few inches with a sickening squelch.

You held back the urge to throw up and fought until you were in a squatting position.

You didn't care about making noise anymore, you screamed while pushing down on your pulsating stomach that was urging you to expell the giant egg while with your other hand you reached down to rub your clit. The clit you could barely locate as it was practically flat against the egg with your pussy pulled so taut.

This seemed to be somewhat helping you progress however an earth shattering orgasm caught you off guard and you lost your balance.

You fell onto your back and with the sudden change of position your birth canal caused the hideously massive egg to practically be sucked in once more. All the progress you made was undone and the wind was knocked out of you at the ginormous intrusion. You screamed and thrashed on the bed, violently pressing down on your stomach and pushing with strength you didn't know where you got from.

By this time you were laboring for over 8 hours. You laid in bed and just felt wave after wave of contraction wash over you, the weight of the egg in your birth canal had to be about 50lbs and every 10 minutes or so you felt a dull sensation of pleasure course through you as the contractions were easing the egg out of you agonising by agonising millimeter and every once in a while it'd brush against your tortured clit just right.

You were just about to resign yourself to your fate when you realised the small bottle of oil was within reach in this cursed position. There was still some left, not that it'd make much difference now, you were probably going to die like this. With a humongous egg wrecking your lower half.

You picked up the bottle and with hazy eyes read the instructions again. This was your last hope. Maybe you missed something.

'MORE effective if orally taken?!'

Your eyes widened as you wasted no time gulping down the last of it. Too bad you didn't read another sentence which would've clarified that you only need droplets in a glass of water.

It immediately took effect and kicked your labour into high gear again, you screamed as you practically felt your womb and birth canal undulating, forcing you to scream and push like never before. You spread your legs nearly into a split while thrusting your hips into the air.

"Fuck! FUCK! My cunt will tear, fuck fuck my pussy!!!"

The egg slowly slid out and stopped at its widest point. This made you trying to hold your legs back an utter waste as the egg was already doing it for you. The pain made you unable to breathe properly. You took shallow panicked breaths but by this point you lost all sense of your dignity.

You HAD to give birth then and there.

You let out an animalistic scream and screwed your eyes shut. A vein popped out on your forehead and no doubt you burst a few blood vessels. You didn't care anymore, you used both hands to push down on your stomach and gritted your teeth hard enough to chip them

"FUCK, COME OUT ALREADY!!"

Then with a contraction that made you see stars, the egg erupted from your canal, not to mention the aftershocks of your final effort pushed out at least 5 liters of whatever fluid this was out of your pussy along with the huge egg, mixed with urine that you couldn't bear to hold any longer. Your bed was sopping wet and your cunt twitched and pulsated as one of the most intense orgasms of your life ripped through you.

Before you passed out you mustered enough strength to glance at the clock on your bedside table.

It was almost midday.

Didn't the science fair end at 11...?

[ovipositivly-auggie]

imagine exploring at night, it's hard to see and you're tired. you stumble into a cave and get caught by tentacles, some kind of creature, but before you can try to fight back it strips you and spreads your legs. it fills you with eggs until you're so full any bit of pressure makes you feel like you're going to burst,, too full to move or try to run you just sit there,, rubbing your full stomach

[pregmothy]

If you’re a slime puppy does that mean that your body is translucent? If someone were to cum inside you would everyone see? Would you grow slime eggs in your little slime puppy womb and have to walk around with everyone seeing your eggs jostling around inside you?

Horniness aside, that was a super cute doggo oc you drew a while back. You should draw more often you have a cute style :3

lol yes (^///^) nothing is hidden when puppy's womb is full ❤

[ghouljams]

I KNOW WHAT THAT „Ov-„ IN THE TAGS MEAN

GHOUL

GHOUL PLEEEAAASSSEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yeah 4 asks is enough to pressure me into being a freak, but y'all should not be encouraging my depravity. The shame I feel, so I'm keeping this tamer than- no actually I'm gonna be a freak about this. Once again I am not going to heaven.

You're filled with hot, viscous, come as you orgasm on Threat's cock. The warmth of it seeps into you, tingles through your muscles, and makes your head spin. Your eyes roll, your back arches, you feel like you've been pushed to the edge again with no idea how you got there.

Threat sighs over you, their head dropping against their chest as they rock their hard cock into your pussy. They're muttering something, mumbling to themselves like they didn't just come in you. Their cock twitches, and they give a hard jerking thrust into you, bumping that aching soft spot deep inside you. There's a sharp tight feeling, something giving way to them, and you whimper, clawing at their shoulders for purchase as they keep pushing into you. You're just starting to blink the tears out of your eyes when their hand settles around your throat, their claws tearing into the sheets under you. They give a testing thrust and you grab their wrist.

Their cock drags against something entirely alien to you, hot and painful but somehow numb and tingling. You feel something thick against your entrance when they pull back, never leaving you clenching cunt. It bumps against you, stretching your hole, just a little more with each grind of Threat's cock. You try to breathe through it but that strange aching warmth won't let you do more than gasp. The bump pops into your pussy and you almost come right there, feeling it nestle against your g-spot and just press, press, press. The tightness of it zips through you, twisting the knot in your stomach as you feel it moving against your gummy walls.

You moan and Threat chuckles over you, grinds their cock against you again so you feel a second bump nudging your entrance. You whine, you can't get your brain to spark with anything but pleasure. You don't know what's happening, don't know if you want to, but you know you want more of it. Threat's teeth are sharp and dripping when you look up at them, their tongue darts out to drag along their lip before they smile, cooing down at you, "Feel good?" You nod, pout when their grip on your neck tightens, as if you'd go anywhere. "Eggs slut," They lean closer, lick their tongue against yours as you pant, feeling the next bump pop inside, "you're always begging us to breed you, so I'm going to fill you full."

Eggs. Your breath hitches, your cunt already stretched around two of them with a third attempting to make room for itself. Threat hums, pityingly, as your brows draw together, your cunt clenching around the eggs the seem perfectly suited to rub against every sensitive nook in your pussy. You jolt as the first one presses against that stinging, achy, spot, and you feel more come release into you, making your stomach tingle before a soft weight settles in you. You can't help the moan that slips past your lips, the soft succor of panic drowned by pleasure. Eggs, plural. The understanding alone makes you come, the egg already settled in your womb just adds to the shaking desperation of it.

Threat holds you down with a firm hand on your neck, hooks their other arm under your knee and holds it up to thrust into you, forcing the third egg in alongside its sibling. Christ. You sob, shivering and shaking with each roll of it against your sweet spot. There's no need to tug on your tethers to make you ride out your orgasm a second time, not with the way Threat's eggs drag against your poor cunt.

You get through two more squirting orgasms on four more eggs, each one sliding into your abused cunt easier than the last. You shudder at each added weight in your stomach. It's not much, but it's noticeable, and your stomach clenches, your cunt fluttering with excitement at each one added to the clutch. Fuck, you- shit- your eyes roll back as the last one slips into you with another burst of that warm fluid. Goosebumps rush over your skin, and Threat's hand leaves your throat to tease their claws against your clit.

You swallow, your hips bucking to follow the rub of their fingers as the claws melt into something a little softer. You tilt your head forwards to look at yourself. Your stomach is bigger, not by much, but enough for you to notice. You can almost feel your partner smiling over you, they're certainly quick to pull you up to settle on your knees, the shift in your posture also shifting the eggs cradled inside you. You moan at the feeling, your breath hitching as you look at your full tummy.

"Look at that," Threat's hand rubs over your stomach, "they'll feel even better coming out, granted we keep Soap away from you." You meet their gaze with a look of confusion, and their smile turns mirthful. "Wouldn't want him to fertilize the clutch, and keep us from doing this again, would we?"

[inkkaycee]

I'm starting to think Kaycee might be enjoying this too much. The eggs are ready to come, heck one managed to sneak out while she was um... Distracted. Yet, the moment she realized she was losing them she started to hold them in... If she keeps this up she might night be able to lay them before yet another clutch starts to grow...

But if she manages to do that is up to you! This post is the start of a special sub drive for Kaycee here. For this post and potentially future posts going forwards if you guys can get the full goal in reblogs on Tumblr and comments on FurAffinity within the first 24 hours, the next post WON'T be the last! You heard that, right! If you can destroy the goal with comments and reblogs the next post will show Kaycee pushing her limits to the EXTREME as she refuses to lay this massive clutch of eggs!

[b0tt0mb0y]

horny time

so like, pet play and eggs am I right, wouldn't it be so fun to be some monsters little breeding pet. They call you kitten or puppy and praise you for being so very good while they fill you up with eggs. Sounds amazing. God I want eggs.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Belly Expansion/Egg Preg[Mature +18 Minors DNI]

💚Imagine in the distant future, a world where everyone had to carry eggs which was run by egg creatures with conciousness that ran a breeding facility..

Everyone waddling around during their daily tasks and lives..but their body would keep producing eggs. The more eggs they carried,the better the privleges through eggtopia.💚

🥚E G G C E L L E N T 🥚

[ovipositivly-auggie]

you start to love the creature that captured you and love the feeling of being filled with it's eggs, to the point that you beg for more everytime you lay because you can't stand the feeling of being empty

[pregnantbfdiyuri]

Cropped labor

I'm obsessed. I wish it were me in this position . I think. That. Blahahahah Ba. Ha Hi.

[poetickinkerer]

Two months have passed since you first took on your collection of eggs, and the changes you had started noticing earlier have all but ramped up over time. Your bras and dresses are no longer merely 'ill-fitting' - if you didn't know better, you'd think they had been made for a different, more reasonable-sized women in mind! Made for a women not swollen from a womb full of eggs and with, err, 'appropriately-distributed' fat.

You had your suspicions before, but now you're certain - your breasts and ass have grown, and significantly at that. What was once at best a pair of D-Cups before your assignment as incubator are now starting to approach the size of small dodgeballs, almost bigger than your own head, and the slightest touch will coax droplets of milk from your enlarged teats...

You also have noticed a much more substantial padding when seated, and now sit higher in chairs - which also seem to 'hug' your behind with a surprisingly tough strength. You can recall with embarrassment a moment when you needed to be helped out of a chair - a task which took the help of two other maids and ended with you quite literally popping out of the chair like a wine cork and ending up sprawled on the ground, skirt flipped up and showing your bare cheeks.

It was after that incident that your mistress relieved you of house work. Instead, you were given just one task - keeping the eggs safe. You don't even want to think about what might happen if one of them cracked while inside you, and the complicated process to get it out... Luckily, they've all remained safe and intact, and you could swear they'd even grown slightly larger.

A spare room in your mistress' mansion has been converted into your 'nest' - comfortable pillows have been laid out on what was once a guest's bed, and for most of each day you are left undisturbed, save for meals and drinks being sent in by the other maids. An attached bathroom has saved you the trouble of having to walk - now more of a waddle with your large size - down the hall to the toilet and expose your naked body (for clothing yourself is nigh impossible now) to any of the other maids or - Heaven forbid - a guest!

Most of your days have been spent laying in bed, idly rubbing your stomach or breasts and relishing in the comfort and, err, pleasure of the situation... Today, however, you are surprised to hear the door handle turning in-between the normal meal times - your weekly check-up with your mistress isn't due for today, so you're left wondering in the split-second while the door opens who it could possibly be.

You see two figures once the door opens - first, your mistress, but then someone you're not familiar with. It suddenly dawns on you that this must be a guest!! Your cheeks turn a shade of red and you instinctively go to cover your body - a move which just shakes the bed violently and fails to obscure anything on your body. Finally, and after what must have been enough time for them to have seen everything anyways, you pull a blanket over your body.

"You needn't worry about covering yourself," your mistress begins, "since we're here to examine you anyways."

You slowly start removing the blanket, exposing your body. The 'guest' is another business-looking lady, wearing a tight pencil skirt and blouse - she looks very professional, and it only makes you feel more embarrassed for being in such a bare state before her.

"You certainly weren't lying about her size," you hear her say. The two have gotten closer to your bed, and are looking over your body - you fight the instinct to draw the blanket back over you and sink away into the pillows around you. It doesn't help that while your mistress stares at you with the same indiscernible blank look she always has, her guest is clearly impressed and somewhat pleased with your size...

"She's lactating, you say?" You turn your face away as she leans over you, looking inquisitively but not touching.

"Quite well," your mistress replies, "especially for this being her first time." Your decision to turn away means that you do not see your mistress reaching her hands towards you - when you feel your right nipple between her fingers, you are caught off-guard. You don't even attempt to suppress the moan that leaves your mouth as a small stream of milk flies out from your teat...

You slowly look back over to find your mistress staring into your eyes, and you feel your cheeks burning.

"Quiet, dear."

You could swear that your cheeks were hot enough to cook on, but before you have time to truly feel embarrassed you feel the squeezing on your tit once more. You open your mouth wide to moan, but at the last moment bite your lip hard, suppressing most of the lewd noises that seek so desperately to leave your mouth...

You hear your mistress speaking, but the specifics are hard to focus on - something about size, capacity... Your mind is too occupied on fighting the urge to moan and yelp and - according to a very sudden intrusive thought - moo...

Shortly afterwards the squeezing stops, and you breath in heavily but quietly through your nose. You find yourself tuning into the conversation again -

"I can show you, if you want."

You turn to face your mistress again, unsure of what exactly is being 'shown' here, but she simply stares at you expectantly.

"Go on, dear."

Unsure of what to do, your eyes dart around, hoping that something in the corners of your vision will provide the answer to what you are expected to do...

Suddenly, you feel fingers on the opening of your vagina, and you moan. Even after a second of moaning, the pleasure you're feeling is so intense that there is no hope in hell of being able to reign it in for the sake of your dignity.

"She must be too embarrassed to do it herself."

What little brain power that is not being taken up by the pleasure of being so forcefully fingered by your mistress is spent on trying to decipher what she means by this, but this is quickly disrupted by the very odd and strangely pleasurable feeling of the eggs shifting inside your womb...

As your mistress' fingers explore inside you, you suddenly feel one of the eggs pushing its way down until being stopped - lost in the pleasure of the moment and moaning like a banshee, it takes you a second to realise that your mistress has her fingers cupped around the curve of the egg.

Then, you feel it move towards your lips.

It is equal parts painful and pleasurable - you grip the bedsheets tightly, screaming in pleasure as you force yourself into the bed. Your hips buck up, and you feel the knuckles of your mistress' hand leave you, followed by the middles of her fingers, and then the tips...

A loud scream escapes you once you feel just how big the egg is. They were the size of softballs going in, and even though you've gone through this in the 'impregnation' process, it still is such an erotic and intense experience every time you go through it that you find yourself reaching climax. As the widest part of the egg reaches your lips, you orgasm and scream - loudly, the rest of the egg coming out as you writhe around on the bed in obliviously blissful pleasure...

What happens immediately after is beyond your ability to recall. All you remember is the pure bliss from your orgasm, and the two talking about something to do with approval. You think they might like the size of the egg? By the time you come to, they've both left, leaving you to continue your incubation and nesting...

EPILOGUE

A series of knocks at the door startles you, causing you to pull out your hand from between your legs - the events of earlier in the day still clear in your mind... In record time, your blanket covers your body, hiding your lewd acts before you realise that the door is still closed.

You call out for them to come in - it's just one of the maids with dinner. You feel relieved, and allow yourself to relax a little. The bowl with your simple dinner of pasta is placed on the bedside table, and you prepare to dig in -

Peculiarly, you notice a small piece of paper resting against the side of the bowl. Before you have time to ask, the maid who dropped off your dinner is already closing the door behind her, walking off to resume some other duties of hers. You examine the paper closely - almost touching it with your still-soaked hand from your, err, 'alone time' before remembering and using your clean hand to turn it around.

It has writing on it, in clean, cursive handwriting. You immediately recognise it as your mistress' writing, and read closely.

"I'm pleased with your progress, but not with your manners in front of our guest. I hope you're not as noisy when your incubating is complete."

You simply stare at the note, blood rushing to your cheeks...

(These have been SO MUCH fun to write!!! Normally I'd be worrying about every little detail and making sure it's perfect, but these have been a really fun exercise in just getting ideas down in text and worrying about the accuracy or specifics later. Having, err, the other set of genitalia, I hope my description of the laying process was (although exaggerated) sufficiently accurate to get the point across!!)

(There's one more story planned for the end of the 'egg' arc, and after that I plan on exploring a lot more between you as this mistress' loyal object - Err, I mean maid. <3 - Vivianne)

Holy—and I cannot stress this enough Viv—shit. It feels like every part gets better than the last.

And the whole laying process was really accurate as well as it being hot!

And honestly the whole being embarrassed about being loud thing is absolutely something that would happen to me.

I’m honestly hoping that my other followers and mutuals are enjoying this series just as much as me

[finsnsins]

It’s MERMAY!!!! Here’s some horny mer! Lance and pirate! Keith :3

(part one)