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So I thought /d/ might like this. I finished the second part.
>> Anonymous
The contractions were normal, just one more step in the overall process. The sensation as her cervix dilated automatically to prepare for another egg leaving her uterus was every bit as intense as the first time. It had hurt at first, incredibly so, but after a few months the pain was more just a sharp edge to the rush of euphoria she felt every time the process began, keening her mind and awakening her body ready to be flooded with ecstasy as the expulsion began. Amu would have been draining whole litres of fluid from her pussy if she had that much to spare, drenching the wooden tabletop from corner to corner in a sticky slick puddle of her own heady-smelling juices. But the bloated, heavy feeling in her gut wasn't quite normal. The feeling of considerable weight within her abdomen, along with a pressure inside that was greater than usual. It didn't feel like there was an egg in there, at least not one of the grapefruit-sized jewelled eggs she had been producing for the past year. It felt more like...like four or five eggs all crowded into her womb at once. They were churning about slowly, shifting until one found her cervix and nestled its end into the gaping space, ready to be ejected. Amu focused on the pulsating contractions of her uterine walls and counted three...no, four eggs.

Her cunt foamed with nervous anticipation. Never four before. One at a time was normal, two on occasion, but never four. Never.

At this late hour, nobody would be around to see or hear a thing. And yet here she was, suddenly having second thoughts. That in itself was laughable in any case. Nothing could stop it from happening. Whether she may like it or not, there were four of those things resting in her belly right at that moment, and they'd be coming out eventually no matter what she had to say about it.
>> Anonymous
While Amu began to let her mind worry over the details, like what could happen if she held one in too long, her body went on without her. The contractions had stopped a good while ago, now it was just the muscular force of her convulsing uterus trying to force each egg out through her yawning cervix. The first slid into her upper vaginal passage with the ease of long practice and was pulled through by the rippling waves of muscular activity flowing down the length of her inner walls. It seemed to take forever, and the considerable mass of the thing stretched her innards in a way that felt even more weighty than usual, like the thing was bigger than the normal.

She needn't bother trying to be quiet at this time of night. Her lips quivered with intermittent cries, an exhalation that rose into a wail every few panted breaths. The sound carried in the empty classroom, echoing back at her in an eerie way. The dim light gave the place a forbidding atmosphere. But still she stayed, resolute in her decision. She would see come Monday what the whole class thought of these strange jewel-speckled ornaments, watch while they puzzled over their appearance and probably stuff her hand into her cunt, chewing on her pencil to keep from crying out in class.

It came easily this time. Sometimes they did, sometimes not. This time, the egg was washed down her passageway and squeezed out from between her throbbingly sensitive labia swiftly enough to have a bit of momentum when it reached the desk. It hit with a resounding heavy thud and wobbled on its end before toppling, rolling around in a lazy half-circle and finally coming to rest. Solid gold from end to end this time, patternless and ringed by clusters of tiny diamonds like sparkling dust in several discrete bands.
>> Anonymous
Then the second egg shifted into her cervix, ready to be expelled. Amu let out a sound that was half pant and half cry as her vagina splattered fluid across the table once more.

She must have blacked out. Knees against the edge of the seat, her body bent over with her arms folded on the back of the chair put her backside on lewd display stuck out over the desk, with her panties round an ankle and her skirt lying on the floor at her feet. Every time another muscular pulse came, she would press her knees together and scream. The unusual position put more pressure on the mass moving through her lower vagina. The egg's smooth surface was polished to a slick, sticky gleam by the undulating softness of her rippling pussy walls, drenched in an endless release of female juices.

Amu could only barely raise her head from the backrest to glance at the clock, overcome by the sheer ferocity of sensation raging in her loins. The numbers were blurred, double-vision, then everything went white again as the second egg exited.
>> Anonymous
Much smaller than the first, not that Amu had noticed yet, the second egg squirted out of her cunt under the force of the incredible muscular contractions and bounced once on the tabletop before rolling off the far side to land on the floor with a loud thunk. To Amu's simultaneous dismay and delight, the third followed closely behind it, a silvery gleaming lump the size of an onion. The third and fourth passed out much more easily and quickly, grinding along Amu's vaginal passage and spreading her labia open in a whole new way. A shiver raced along every nerve and she whited out once again, now spraying a continuous jet of fluid from her overstimulated sex.

The blackouts began to blend together like waves, crashing down on her with increasing frequency. She was orgasming herself into unconsciousness and she knew it, but whatever the result she couldn't bring herself to stop. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the back of the teacher's chair so hard her nails began to punch through the fabric. Her body was sweaty from head to toe under her clothing in the most wonderful way, her hair plastered to her forehead, sweat dripping into her eyes and mixing with the climax-induced tears flowing down her cheeks. Her jaw hung open in a stupefied gape, her tongue curled back spasmodically. Her entire body pulsed with a heat that flowed from every corner to gather in the heart of her loins and become lava, a great pressure building towards eruption.

As the last egg settled into her upper vagina, the eruption happened again, blacking her out so far this time that when she could see again, she was slumped against the chair with her thighs resting on the edge of the desk, panting fast and heavy and shivering in her skin with alternating hot and cold flushes.
>> Anonymous
The last one was a big one like the first in a similar style. It stretched her cunt out exquisitely after the smoother passage of the three smaller ones before it, straining her near to breaking point as it passed between her now rather battered and aching labia. Still she squeezed her legs together and gave a deep push to force the thing out so hard there was an audible *pop* as it left her body, then a thud when it hit the floor.

Amu collapsed again, her belly empty, and mashed the heel of her right palm against her clitoris until she went blind again.

It took an hour, maybe two, for her to come to her sense again. At least enough so that she could stand without falling over. She left her skirt and the panties on the floor behind the desk and, feeling peculiarly exposed with the cool breeze on her bare nether regions, walked round to clean up the mess she'd made.
>> Anonymous
There were five eggs. Two of them were average, lumps as big as grapefruit of shimmering, cum-splattered gold that felt heavy enough to be solid when she picked them up. The rings of diamond dust sparkled beautifully, even if they seemed rather plain compared to the usual elaborate patterns. It was the other three that caught Amu's eye, however.

Each about the size of an onion, the three smaller eggs were all different colours, and each one adorned with its own unique pattern. One a cobalt blue stone with concentric rings of sharp lines etched in gold. One a soft green jade marked by vine-like gold curls, with tiny sparkling rubies dotting its surface. The third was a pale pink and seemed painted with jet black stripes.

That was when Amu had An Idea.

Slowly she gathered her belongings, packed the two largest of the eggs into her bag into the pre-prepared nest of tissues, and redressed, the plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, the smart shoes, buttoned her blouse and straightened her tie, put on her jacket. She took two of the smaller eggs, the green and the blue, and stuffed them into her jacket pockets. Then she paused.
>> Anonymous
Hesitated might be a better word for it. Her hand rested on the last egg, the pale pink one with the zigzagging black stripes, sitting there on the desk still drenched in her syrupy vaginal expulsions and stinking of sex. The clean white cotton panties sat on the floor, tucked just out of sight beneath the desk where they would probably be found come Monday. For a while, the Idea played through her head like a fantasy gone wild, and she stared at the onion-sized lump under her hand.

The feeling was coming again. Her knees began to shake. A cold sweat spread down her body. Her nipples were throbbing behind the thin fabric of her blouse. Liquid did not simply drool, but foamed from her bare snatch and ran like a river down her leg.

The Idea became a Plan. Amu hoisted herself up onto the desk, squatted down till her buttocks touched her heels, lifted her skirt out of the way and then brought the narrow end of the egg to touch her pubic mound.
>> Anonymous
It had come out fairly easily, so perhaps it would go back in. If it gave her such an earth-shattering climax coming out, surely putting it back in could give similar results.

The slick pink surface was slippery to the touch, as if it had absorbed some of the nectar she had spilled over it. It slid up and down her naked slit, following the guiding rhythm of her hand, slowly rubbing the sensitive outer surface of her cunt and around the mound of her clitoris. Putting pressure just above caused a sharp jolt of pleasure that started in her pussy and jumped back, up her spine, and ended somewhere in the back of her head. It was like someone had jammed a live wire in connecting her frothing sex to the inside of her head and every press of that cool, slippery hardness sent a burst of static along the line, spreading a euphoric fire as it went.

One hand was not enough. She caught the edge of her skirt in her teeth, biting down to help silence the moans coming from her lungs. One hand held the egg, its end bumping gently against the smooth pale flesh just above her vagina. The other, palm rested right on her mound, middle fingers spread arrayed either side of that narrow slit and pressed down tenderly onto the soft skin. She watched, fascinated and massively aroused, as she splayed her own labia wide apart. Pinkness greeted her. It was a much deeper, redder pink than the egg's surface, but it was pink all the same. The delicate inner folds looked drenched and still more juice bubbled from the hidden hole inside her to spill out in noisy splats onto the desktop.

Amu realised then that she was panting, and that it was her own body turning her on like she had never experienced before.
>> Anonymous
The egg's surface was cool to the touch, so much so that bringing the thing into contact with her flushed inner petals made Amu hiss and shudder to the touch. At first it felt like an ice cube on her cunt, but soon the thing soaked up her body heat, till only the hard, smooth feel of it remained. Amu pivoted her hips, rocking forward on her toes to rest her knees on the desktop, splayed wide apart. The warm, dripping pink folds of her pussy embraced the egg, spreading over its surface as she pushed it slowly upward, and eventually engulfing it.

It was big. She hadn't realised just how big it was, but the way it stretched her opening out was greater than she'd expected. Pushing the egg back in was a most bizarre sensation. Her body automatically began trying to push the thing back out once she stopped, and she put her hand on her knee to watch the pink mass slowly squeezing out of her slit for a second time. It fell to the desk with a quiet thud.

A burst of juice followed it. No mind-numbing orgasm this time. Just a warm, syrupy-sweet feeling in the pit of her stomach churning round and round, making her pussy drool. Still holding her labia open, she took the hand that was now sticky with her own fluid from the egg and stuffed one then two fingers into herself, leisurely pumping in and out, riding on a relaxingly slow climax, bringing herself to a peak and then back again repeatedly.

The egg was now drenched in her juices and slippery-slick to the touch. It was now just about body temperature, and Amu's prolonged orgasm began to do strange things to her idea.
>> Anonymous
Exploration was sadly not on today's agenda. Amu knew there would be plenty of exploring later on though, tomorrow perhaps, when she sat at home and thought of all of this. She knew that she would lie in bed and remember being here, now, giving birth to not just one but five eggs right here in her classroom. She would let the memories fill her waking mind and let her fingers wander, and she would see what felt best. One, two, three fingers? Her pussy liked to be stretched, whether it was pulling at her petals until they ached or spreading herself wide on something hard and unyielding. A carrot or a bottle would do, but the eggs were best. Her nipples preferred to be rolled and rubbed, not pinched or squeezed, and silk was best for that.

That line of reasoning led Amu to her second Idea. Still in a semi-orgasmic daze with two fingers squelching in and out of her pussy bringing miniature climax over and over again, she grabbed the egg in her other hand now and...and...on the desk...between her thighs...hold it so the end points up and then slowly...

Amu gripped the egg about its widest point, holding it upright on the desk, and repositioned herself over it so that she could lower her backside right down onto the desktop. The non-stop masturbation fuzzed her senses, and the egg wedged itself between her toned young buttocks.

She had fingered herself there once or twice. Never more than a single finger at a time. One was enough, her anus seemed to be every bit as sensitive as the inside of her vagina, if not more so, and was far more tender. What the egg would do she had no way of knowing, but it would be good, she told herself. It would be better than a finger.
>> Anonymous
She pressed her weight down on it and waited. It was a matter of taking it slowly and carefully. The egg's smooth rounded surface made a perfect penetrator. The muscular ring of her anus slowly opened at the touch of the warm object until the very tip of the egg could slide inside and open her up further. The first centimetre or two went without a hitch. The slick surface made her anus quiver and flex around the egg and drove a larger, more powerful orgasm from her frothing wet sex.

Then it stopped spreading. No more would go in. Amu's sphincter refused to open any further and the egg was stuck just over a third of the way into her rectum. The weight of it, the strain on her spasming anus was pleasurable indeed, but not enough. She wanted more. Drunk on the sea of endorphine, she needed more. Her fingers pumped faster into her squelching cunt. Her hips rocked slowly back and forth, grinding her asshole down on the egg. Gingerly she put her weight back, tried to press herself down to the tabletop.

There was a popping sensation. Amu's bottom hit the table with a heavy thud and the egg shot up inside her, disappearing completely into her asshole. Her anus screamed for a second as it was forced far too wide and spasmed tight shut behind the egg, trapping it inside. The heavy weight sat in her rectum, radiating a sensation of heat and pressure as it stretched the delicate lining of her asshole around its girth that mixed with the screaming pain of her violated anus. Amu hadn't the breath in her to scream and instead threw back her head and gave a series of long, hard pants as her orgasm shot up from a pleasurable simmer to instant boil. She came so hard and fast that she almost passed out again. So hard that she almost fell off the desk.
>> Anonymous
Getting it in was surprisingly easy, if painful. Getting the thing back out again was an ordeal in and of itself. By comparison, laying it in the first place had been a piece of cake.

With the strange changes to her reproductive tract, her recent masochistic tendencies and all the rampaging hormones of a preadolescent girl on the verge of puberty, Amu's mind was a wealth of perversion and obscenity. And just this once, she decided, she would let those wicked ideas of hers take the reigns.

Amu staggered down off the desk, standing bowlegged, her anus still achingly tender from the sudden intrusion. In an orgasmic daze, she opened the unlocked bottom drawer where file folders were kept in stacks for the teachers to use, pulled it out as far as it would go. She squatted down over it, blushing so hard her face felt like it was on fire, and pushed the egg back out. It took several minutes, and she ended up sprawled over the desk quite a few times as the overstimulation pushed her through yet more orgasms. Eventually, there was a sliding sensation as the pinkish mass slipped free of her spasming anus at last and dropped down into the drawer with a thump.

Amu stuffed her panties into her bag and walked home that night hoping that the wind would decide to show her bare crotch to some random stranger. On Monday, she wore two pairs, with a thick wad of tissue between them. When their homeroom teacher took the egg from the drawer and showed it to the class, bewildered as all of them, Amu had to stuff three fingers in her mouth to keep from screaming as her cunt spewed like a broken dam.
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Sorry it's so long.
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>>774086
HOLY SHIT thanks anonymous.
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>>774089
Eh. I'm just using this thread to board link to /a/ so I don't get b&
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>>774092

It might be in vain. I don't think loli is allowed anywhere other than /b/.

>>774064

The second story is just as fappable as the first. Keep em coming.
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Requesting first part.
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>>774462
second.
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>>774463
Imma get banned for this soon, I just know it.

http://pastebin.ca/886253
>> Anonymous
Now I can't seem to put the OP pic back up again. Sorry guys.
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>>774479
cheers muchly =)
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Totally awesome. Any more stories of a similar theme or by the same author?
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>>774484
I've done quite a lot of short bits for /a/ over the past year or so. Few of them /d/ material really. There's this at least.
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>>774479
Is there a prequel to how she started laying 24kt eggs?

This is epic, legendary, unparalleled win.