Chapter 0 - Egg

Isabelle cries out a little and shudders as I push another one in.
 
“Are you alright?” I ask, worried.

“I...I’m fine.” she replies, biting her finger cutely. Her face is flushed and she’s breathing fairly heavily. Before tonight, I had no idea she could look so full of lust. The heat surges through my own groin at the sight.

“It f-f-felt g..g-good..”

I glance back down at her cute round behind, willingly bared to my ministrations. Her puckered anus dilates and contracts around the string of anal beads, lovingly inserted to beautiful gasps, while the glistening of her arousal is more than apparent, as it streams down her parted and slightly shaking legs.

“Perhaps we should stop..” I begin, before she grabs my wrist.
“N-no, please! You can’t stop now! You promised~!”

I sigh and shake my head, smiling. “Okay” I reassure her, giving her rear a gentle squeeze, eliciting a yearning whine from the delectable specimen in front of me.

Kneeling, I take in the sight. Her snatch is trembling, twitching around the invaders I have already pushed in. Her nub is standing rigidly, almost painfully, to attention, shining and slick with juices, and below and beyond it, resting on the table, is her taut belly, the result of my work, and, it appears, yet to be more full still.

I reach out a hand between her parted legs, and run my fingers across the tight skin of her stomach, marvelling at the number she managed to fit inside. And she still wants more…?

My hand trails back down, across her mons, and gently touches her nub. Isabelle shivers as I do, and I can’t help but grin. Gently rolling it round under my fingers, her breathing becomes ragged, and she tries to close her legs.

Slapping her inner thighs gently with my free hand does the trick, and she stops, although her twitching and needy whimpering is beginning to bite into my own hunger for her.

It looks like one of her “clutch” is beginning to peak, its tip starting to slip out between her puffy nether lips. Isabelle cries out as the errant egg tries to make its escape, although I can’t tell if in despair or desire. “I can’t hold it!”

Smiling, I place a single finger on the egg, stopping its egress. “You want this back inside I take it…?” I ask her, rolling my finger slightly. Isabelle’s whimpering grows more pronounced.

“Well, I suppose that’s to be expected.” I continue. Leaning in, I quickly lick her, from her clitoris up, replacing the finger on the egg with my lips, before pushing the offending item back into her stretched entrance with my mouth. The scent of her instantly surrounds me, rushing up and into my brain. I vaguely hear her gasping and whimpering as her snatch twitches around both the egg and my mouth.

Replacing my mouth with my hand once more, I hold up another of the silicone eggs, and consider it for a moment. “Who’d have thought you’d like these so much…? I wonder, would you like to have them still inside while you’re at work?” 

The twitch and shudder of her body in response to my questions told me exactly what I wanted to hear.

“Well, here we go, then. Egg number 24..” I gently slide the egg into her to meet its brethren in the dark confines of her womb, pushing a bit more firmly to overcome the resistance of the other 23 eggs already there. Isabelle had been about to say something, but it came out as a strangled gasp and moan as 24 silicone eggs, none of them less than an inch and a half across their short sides, shifted around inside of her.

“I think that’s plenty enough right now.” I remark, as Isabelle runs a hand across her strained tummy, her fingers running through the soft fur. Reaching to one side, I pick up a large spring clip from her desk, and softly pinch her labia together.

“This bit may sting a little.” I warn her. She’s probably lost to the sensations because she doesn’t answer me. I get a response as I let go of the clips on her inner labia, however, a high pitched yelp, and I have to grab her hands, as they instinctively try and remove the offending item.

Isabelle bites her lip and stops trying to fight to take the clip off. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” I soothe, as she unsteadily catches her breath. “It’ll hold them in.”

“I-I’m okay,” she begins. “You j-just caught me off-guard. I’ve never dared use so many before..”
