Wait seven days

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You know there's no getting out of this nightmare by what you've experienced so far. You remember that they said they would make you comfortable. "Oh yeah. How comfortable?" you say aloud to noone.

"I want a bed and night table beside it." you demand to the wall.

A door opens and the items are there waiting. They're wheeled in by too short nude bald men and you test the bed. Its wonderful.

"Ummm, could I have a strawberry Sundae... with real strawberries and real ice cream with real vanilla beans in it?"

Mere moments pass and a small door opens and a short nude chubby bald man delivers the most delicious Sundae to you.

You're still naked and completely hairless. you remember that the hairlessness may be permanent from what the voice said. The chubby little man hands you the sundae staring longingly at your huge swollen breasts and fat 2 inch nipples.

He stays staring at your tits, his gaze occasionally drifting to your smooth hairless pussy, but he especially loves your tits. You taste the sundae.

"Oooh my Lord, that's good." You taste it again, "Hokey doodle, its better the second time." You gaze at the pudgey little guy standing wringing his hands staring hungrily at your milk-laden udders. The guy who brought you the most delicious treat ever.

"Oh, go ahead."

He looks at you shocked, "I can touch them?" he asks.

"Touch them, suck them, after tasting this you can do what you like to them." You shock yourself with what you're saying. Your body has been so used already, it doesn't have the same sacredness as it once did to you.

He moves towards you. You sit on the edge of the bed and place your sundae in reach on the night table so you can continue tasting while he fondles and sucks your tits, which are starting to ache from the milk that's building in them, a natural response to your pregnancy, accelerated by the nature and number of the young in you, regardless of the fact that they won't want to suckle.

The little man's cock is as hard as a hickery hammer handle. It looks painful, its so hard.

He gently touches your tits running his palms over your enormous nipples allowing them to spring back into position. Milk sprays out some catching him on the lower lip. He licks it and looks enraptured.

He croaks something incoherent and then latches on sucking the closest nipple, his hands squeezing pressing into the sides of your swollen breast. Milk pours, like form small hose into his mouth, oerflowing and running down his front, splashing off his cock. He swallows and swallows. You feel so relieved. You were unaware of how much pressure had built. In time the first is a third the size of the other and is feeling so much better.

You slap the top of his head. He keeps sucking. you slap his head harder.

He looks up at you, his eyes half shut in delerium, "Whaa...?"

"The other one, baby." you coo, scooping more sundae in your mouth and then stroking his bald head as he suckles, more calmly now from your other breast.

Whe they're both the same size he sucks slower and slower until he droops between your breasts and falls asleep.

You're tired too.

You try dragging him into bed to cuddle with, but you can't lift him so you drop him on the floor and climb under the covers and sleep.

When you wake he's gone. Milky drag marks show which door he exited from.

You're totally pampered, massaged, sung to, fed whatever you ask for for the entire gestation.

After 6 days you begin to feel movement. The millions of eggs wiggle more and more each hour. There's actually on 392,000 give or take 1000, but everyone exaggerates.

Day seven your belly is a rithing bloated mass. A pond is Eventually you feel your womb release and pressure builds from within on your hymen. A small hole, large enough for about 4 eggs wide to pass in your hymen is their only exit. They begin falling from your vagina. They can move much like inch worms, more mobile than full grown adults, like what bred with you, and their slime is just as potent. You begin to feel extremely turned on again and the sensation of the thousands of eggs rapidly bumping and wiggling over your G-spot starts you orgasming. You just don't stop either. Some of the eggs creep over your clit, teasingly, agonizingly, not quite rough enough.

The birthing goes on and on as your belly continues to shrink. You feel your little eggy maggoty young clinging to their mommies legs, butt and waist.

You're completely exhausted from orgasming, but it doesn't stop. You pass in and out of consciousness, orgasming continually.

Until finally every last egg has been spawned.

Little bald nude men then appear and wade into the stream. They have spatulas and they start scraping off the eggy maggots as you're steadily hoisted up. The men all have raging hardons after about 30 seconds in the water from the aphrodesiac slime. You are already too high up for them to get their penisis in any of your holes.

After the last egg is removed from your toes you watch as one of the short bald men immediately grabs a small skinnier one from behind. The skinny one struggles momentarily and then quickly gives in as the bigger one thrusts his cock deep into the skinny ones ass in one movemnt and begins raping his ass. Another mounts the raper and they create a chain all thrusting in time with one another. It doesn't take them long and they empty their balls in each others' asses. The first one fucked then goes to the last in the chain not yet sodomized, who spreads his cheeks and takes it (like a man?). The two remain alone in the pond until finally the sodomizer grunts twice and buries his cock deep unloading his semen in his colleagues rectum. Some of the others don't even make it to the door befor they are once again lining up pumping into each other again, the slime on their bodies arousing them. You are safely out of reach or you'd be getting pumped in every hole.

The pond is wheeled through one of the large doors. The Slime Monster isn't there. A motherly instinct draws you to follow, but you can't.

The voice returns. "I see the longing in your eyes. You want to see your young hatch and grow. Well you could if you want... Or you could see who we have selected as your next possible breeding partner. Your score is so high from your last performance you now have a choice... and you have the choice to leave... but before you decide that, just know you're currently in the lead. Well done!! ...and you're still rated as a virgin."


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