I moaned in pain as I laid on my bed gripping on pillow hard, and clenching the other one in between my thighs. I'd fucked up big time, I'd played around with my bird sperm and now I was carrying eggs. I didn't think it would work, but now my stomach was distended far out, and everything was uncomfortable. Luckily I was a college student who lived alone, so no one noticed my pretty rapid weight gain that had happened in a little over four months. I knew I was in labour, the stomach tightening, the pressure. I was terrified, I knew I was going to have to do this alone. I rubbed my enlarged abdomen, hissing at a buildup in pressure. I lived in a apartment complex, I couldn't scream. It was 1 in the morning and I was dealing with this. I knew I needed to move around so the eggs could make their entrance but I was in so much pain I didn't want to move. I was sweating so much. I took my sweatpants off to reveal a pair of boxer shorts. I took of my sweatshirt to show off a huge tshirt. I forced myself to go to my bedroom. The contractions were 5 minutes apart. I got on my knees and pulled up my shirt, hissing while rubbing it. I felt around attempting to count the amount of eggs. I could feel a huge one, and what I thought was two smallish ones. I knew there was one pushing through my pelvis. I groaned at the pain. I knew I needed to push but i wasn't feeling an urge to, only pain. I pulled myself into my bed. Sheets could be cleaned or threw away, carpet couldn't. I was sweating so bad. I stripped away of all my clothes, and threw my blankets on the floor. I hissed at another contraction, and an egg shimmying it's way down. I didn't want to do this but I knew I had to. I got on all fours and started pushing. I grunted with effort. I struggled to not scream. This was absolute agony. The first egg seemed to be the biggest. I continued pushing. I could feel the tip of the egg outside my body. I stopped pushing, and the egg started descending back inside me. I was so close to going hysterical. I had to try something else. I slowly got off the bed and grabbed a towel from my bathroom. I went to the kitchen and placed it on the floor. I then squatted while gripping on to my kitchen table. Gravity helped a lot, but the weight of the eggs were heavy on my pelvis. I started pushing again, I couldn't stop. This egg did not want to budge. I decided to lay on my back and manually stretch my asshole. I choked back a scream, it seemed to work, I felt the egg shift at least an inch. I got back to my old position at the kitchen table and started pushing again. The egg seemed to crawl it's way out of me. It had finally fallen to the floor. I picked it up to inspect it, it was five times the size of a normal chicken egg. I put it down, another egg blocking my entrance. I prayed this one was smaller, and it was but not by much. This one was a little easier to push out, but I still struggled. I forced myself to sit down so I could catch my breath and possibly restore some energy. The two eggs laid on the floor, unmoving. I felt my stomach. I could feel three other eggs, they felt smaller. I pushed myself back up as the pressure built up again. I forced myself to push. My head was pounding. I just wanted to curl up in the floor and sleep to death. I knew I had to keep going. I did one massive push, and the egg came shooting out. I cringed at the sound of it hitting the floor. Somehow it had survived, and was left untouched. I started pushing again, this one took more effort. As this point my ass hole was burning, and the pain was becoming more extreme by the minute. I had one more egg left, but it seemed like I had to push a mountain out of my ass. I bucked my hips, doing anything I could to relieve pressure. Despite my efforts, this egg wouldn't budge. I shuttered at the facts I would have to manually stretch my ass hole again. I put myself in the position were I was able to do it, and held my breath as I did it. Don't get me wrong, it was painful the first time, but this time it was absolute agony. It helped a lot though, and the egg slid down several inches. I realized my hand, and realized I didn't have the strength to move myself off the floor. I had to push old style. It was harder, and my vision was blacking out at the edges. I sighed in relief as I felt the egg slip out. I felt myself slip into a sleep like coma
