It's alive, and it works as advertised.

As you begin to fall asleep you feel the egg become softer as it gets warmer. Suddenly you get a feeling on your belly and are really afraid of it being a real egg and being cracked bythe pressure from your chest.

You remove the covers and open your pajamas shirt to see that rather than leaking, the egg has melted. A thick pearlescent substance is flowing on you and getting warmer.

You see that there is already more of it than the egg could have contained and that it is growing. You are tempted to try to scoop it off or go take a shower but the part of it on your boobs is now covering your nipples and feels really good.

The tingling on your skin is something better than everything you ever felt in your life.

"What the fuck is this thing? Oh my God it feels so good! How can it grow so much? " you mutter as you feel the slimy liquid stimulate your generous chest and get you ever more closer to an orgasm. This pretty potent distraction stops you from noticing the mass of this stuff edging itself towards your pants.

The creamy white shiny goo is now slipping under your pajamas bottoms.

"No way! Oh yes! I never came from my tits alone before. " you scream, hoping your parents didn't hear you. You are pushing your pants down as you recover from your orgasm.

The egg (or slimy creature) is now so big that it would fill out a large bucket, without any clue of where the extra mass comes from. There is some of this stuff crawling on your whole body from your neck to your wrists and knees.

Every bit of your body covered in it feels like your clitoris would after a serious fingering session. It fills your pussy and some of it is even getting inside of your ass.

You can't keep count of the orgasms but you're pretty sure it was around 17 when you passed out.

You wake up naked, sprawling on your bed with the sheets, covers and your pajamas on the ground. You feel perfectly relaxed and satisfied just as promised.

You get up to open the window before your mom gets in, the room reeks of sweat and sex. It feels kinky to be naked in front of your window on a Sunday morning.

Looking in your bed you find the egg, looking exactly like it was before but after rearranging you pillows you find another one, identical to the one you bought. (or is it the one you bought? You have no way to tell.)

You have little time until you go to Brittany's birthday party.

You wonder if you dare give her one of the eggs, maybe being relaxed will get her to leave you alone. On the other hand you want to go back to the store to ask the owner about these eggs.