it's your turn...

By now, you were one of a very small number still remaining in the dungeon. The unforgiving stone floor had become an ocean of bodily fluids produced by the births, and naturally, but it was clear that the guards cared very little for hygiene. You estimated it had been two days, based on how often you had fallen asleep, and how reguarly the guards switched places, so you imagined it would be your turn soon. Your swollen stomach was wonderfully satisfying, though, you were almost going to miss it's weight.

Like clockwork, you felt a great discomfort as your insides began to shift around, the huge eggs battling eachother to leave your stomach first. It was time, you thought to yourself. The webbing that clung to your ass was melted by the thick lubricant that Eahsa had left inside of you, and it's warmness flooded your body once again as it prepared you for the oncoming struggle. Upon hearing the ever-increasing volume of your pained grunts and pleasured moans, the guards approached you quickly, lifting your legs and folding them into your chest, as well as spreading your plump ass cheeks to ease the birthing. You could feel the eggs pushing through your body suprisingly smoothly, stretching you orgasmically as they **** themselves through your tiny frame. Your pussy began to throb and leak as you were rocked by your first climax, occuring as the first egg had began to stretch your tight asshole with it's glorious girth. You whimpered and squealed with immense satisfaction as the egg almost tore you apart, plopping out of you and landing beneath you. With your butthole now gaping the other eggs followed suit, almost firing out of you, pushing you to cum over and over as each **** you to your physical limits. Then suddenly, your bindings were cut, and you dropped into a pool of your own juices. You felt empty, but still shook with sexual ecstasy. The guards quickly collected your unhatched offspring and placed them into cells.