Sigma AU: Zoey - Eggs

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING LITERATURE CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY OFFEND SOME READERS. THE CONTENT IS DESCRIBED AS: SEXUAL INTERCOURSE AND FETISH CONTENT INVOLVING EGGS AND OVIPOSITION.

Zoey sat on the crinkling paper of the exam table, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at the sterile white walls of the clinic. The pain in her abdomen had lessened since last night's bloodbath, but it still simmered beneath the surface, a constant reminder of her body’s relentless cycle. Her tail flicked impatiently behind her as the door swung open and her doctor stepped inside, flipping through her chart.

"Still dealing with those intense cramps, huh?" he asked, glancing up at her over his glasses. "I'm guessing the pain meds I gave you last time aren't cutting it."

Zoey rolled her eyes, her patience worn thin. "Understatement of the century, Doc. I can barely function when it hits. I'm drinking myself stupid just to get through it."

He nodded, sitting down on his stool and studying her chart again. "You know," he began cautiously, "given your condition, we could consider removing your ovaries. It would stop the menstrual cycles altogether, relieve the pain."

Her heart skipped a beat, and a wave of embarrassment washed over her. Zoey shifted in her seat, her hands tightening into fists. The idea of not having to deal with this agony anymore was tempting, but… there was something else. Something she had never shared with anyone, not even her closest allies. Until now.

"I… can't," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, confused. "You can't?"

Zoey's face flushed crimson, and she clenched her jaw, trying to find the right words. "Look, this is gonna sound weird, okay? But… it's Etrius. When we, uh… when we have sex, his cum—it does something to me."

The doctor leaned forward, intrigued. "Go on."

Zoey took a deep breath, feeling her pulse quicken. "His semen is toxic, yeah? To most people. But not to me. My body… handles it differently. When he… you know, finishes inside me, my eggs get fertilized. But they don’t turn into embryos or anything like that. Instead, they just… grow."

The doctor listened closely, his expression professional, but Zoey could tell he was processing this revelation with curiosity. She could hardly believe she was even talking about this.

"They grow," she continued, her voice quieter, "into these… things. They're big, soft… like silicone. I don’t know how to explain it better than that. They're just… inert. But… I enjoy it. The process. The way they feel inside me as they grow."

Zoey could feel her face burning, her eyes darting to the floor. "I know it’s fucked up, okay? But I like it. It makes me feel… I don’t know, full? Whole, in a way. I like the way they stretch me as they grow, and when I eventually pass them, it's just—"

The doctor cleared his throat, interrupting the awkward silence that followed. He adjusted his glasses and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Zoey, you don’t need to feel embarrassed. You’re not the first person to enjoy… unconventional aspects of their body’s biological processes. But if keeping your ovaries is important to you, that’s fine. However, you still need relief from the pain."

Zoey nodded, biting her lip. "So, what’s the alternative, Doc? What can you do for me?"

"Well," he began, "there is a potential solution. I’ve been looking, and found an experimental treatment from the same labs that's responsible for your tail. It’s still in the testing phase, but it’s designed to regulate and diminish the severity of menstrual pain. It essentially recalibrates the hormonal response during your cycle. However…"

Zoey narrowed her eyes. "However?"

"There’s a side effect," Dr. Jaro admitted. "It causes rapid ovulation. Meaning, if you're sexually active during the treatment period, you could end up fertilizing multiple eggs at once. Considering what you’ve just described about your experiences with Etrius, you’d be looking at multiple egg growths inside you. Potentially, a lot more than you’re used to."

Zoey leaned back, processing the information. The pain, the blood, the constant agony—it was a nightmare. But this? Rapid ovulation, more eggs… it was tempting. Deeply tempting.

"I’d have to be careful, huh?" she mused, a small smirk creeping onto her face despite herself. "Sounds like fun."

The doctor gave her a cautious smile. "It’s your choice, Zoey. But if you decide to go through with it, I’ll need to monitor you closely. We still don’t fully understand the long-term effects of the treatment. But, given your unique physiology, you might respond better or worse than most."

Zoey considered it, her mind flickering back to the nights with Etrius, the feeling of those eggs stretching her, filling her. It was an addiction, one she wasn’t willing to give up. But the pain… she couldn’t take much more of it.

"Sign me up," she said, her voice steady. "I’ll take the risk."

The doctor nodded. "You can start tomorrow. Just remember—be careful. You don’t want to end up… overwhelmed."

Zoey let out a dry laugh. "Trust me, Doc. I’ve been through worse."

The following week, Zoey was pacing back and forth inside Etrius's apartment, her mind racing. The medication had been doing exactly what the doctor had said—her body was ovulating rapidly, and she could feel the subtle shifts deep within her. The need was unbearable. Every sensation, every pulse in her body screamed for release, and the thought of what she was about to do only heightened her desire.

She glanced over at Etrius, who was sitting on the couch, his large frame nearly taking up the entire space. His relaxed demeanor was in stark contrast to the hunger clawing at her insides. Zoey had never been shy about her sexual urges, especially with him, but tonight was different. She was practically shaking, her mind fixated on one thing: getting him to fill both of her wombs.

Etrius looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "You’ve been pacing for half an hour. You good?"

Zoey stopped, her eyes locking onto his. She swallowed, feeling her throat tighten, and walked over to him, her steps deliberate and slow. When she stood before him, her tail swished in anticipation. She leaned down, her voice a low, almost desperate whisper. "I need you."

Etrius tilted his head, confused but intrigued. "You always need me," he teased, his deep voice rumbling.

"No," Zoey interrupted, her breath shaky. "I really need you."

Without waiting for a response, she straddled him, her hands sliding up his broad chest, her nails lightly grazing his skin through his shirt. The feeling of his strong body beneath her only fueled her need, and she pressed her hips against him, her body already on fire with anticipation.

Etrius could feel the heat coming off of her, and though he wasn’t sure what had gotten into her tonight, he didn’t question it. He placed his hands on her waist, gripping her firmly as he felt her desperation in the way she moved. "Alright, alright," he murmured, smirking. "I’m here."

Zoey didn’t waste any time. She pulled off her top, exposing her body to him, her fur already glistening with sweat. The medication had heightened every sensation, every touch sending electric sparks through her. She slid his pants down, her breathing ragged as she exposed his cock, already half-hard from her eager movements. She licked her lips, her hands trembling as she guided him toward her first hole, her body aching for him.

Etrius, always happy to oblige her insatiable appetite, groaned as he slid inside her. Zoey let out a low growl of pleasure, her head falling back as he filled her. Her hips moved frantically, desperate for more, and she couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped her lips. But in her mind, this wasn’t just about the immediate pleasure—it was about what would come after.

As Etrius thrust into her, she could feel the rising pressure inside her womb, her body already preparing for what she knew would happen. The rapid ovulation had her body on edge, and she craved that fullness more than anything. She tightened around him, her inner muscles pulling him deeper, wanting every last drop.

"Fuck, Zoey," Etrius grunted, his hands gripping her harder as her neediness overwhelmed him. "What’s gotten into you?"

Zoey didn’t answer, her mind too clouded with lust and her secret plan. All she could think about was him finishing inside her, giving her what she so desperately craved. She rode him harder, her hands bracing against his chest, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

Finally, she felt him tense beneath her, his breathing becoming ragged. She knew he was close, and that was all she needed. "Do it," she whispered, her voice a mixture of command and plea. "Give it to me."

Etrius groaned loudly as he climaxed, his thick cock pulsing inside her as he filled her first womb with his seed. Zoey’s entire body shuddered, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the familiar warmth of him spilling into her. It wasn’t enough. Not yet.

Before he had even finished, Zoey was already repositioning herself, sliding him out of her first hole and quickly aligning him with her second. Etrius, still catching his breath, blinked in surprise as she guided him into her other vagina, her need unrelenting.

"Shit, Zoey," he muttered, but he didn’t stop her. She was too far gone, and he wasn’t about to deny her. He slid inside her second hole, his cock still hard from the intensity of her need.

Zoey moaned loudly as he entered her again, the pressure inside her mounting. This was it—this was what she needed. She moved with renewed urgency, desperate to milk every last drop from him. Her body was already reacting to the rapid ovulation, and she could feel the eggs deep inside her, waiting to grow.

It didn’t take long before Etrius came again, filling her second womb with his cum. Zoey cried out in pleasure, her body trembling as she felt him flood her once more. This time, the satisfaction was complete. Both of her wombs were filled, and she could already feel the subtle changes inside her, the fertilized eggs beginning to take hold.

Etrius collapsed back against the couch, breathing heavily, completely unaware of what had just happened. He assumed she was just particularly horny tonight, nothing more. But Zoey knew. She could already feel the beginnings of the growth, the eggs swelling inside her, and a wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Two weeks later, Zoey lay sprawled across the bed in her APC, the familiar hum of the vehicle’s machinery thrumming softly in the background. The dim lights inside cast a warm glow over her dark red fur, which was slick with a thin layer of sweat. Her breaths came in slow, heavy sighs, each one vibrating through her entire body as she rested her hands on the swollen curve of her belly.

Her stomach had grown impossibly large over the past few weeks, her wombs now tight with five massive eggs each, pressing against her insides. The pressure was intoxicating. She could feel every inch of them, her skin stretched taut over the smooth, round shapes bulging beneath. Each egg was solid, about the size of a melon, and her body ached with a strange combination of tension and pleasure as they filled her completely, almost to the point of discomfort.

Zoey tilted her head back, her thick black hair damp against the pillow, and closed her eyes, feeling the subtle, rhythmic pulses of her body preparing to lay the eggs. The weight of them pressed heavily against her wombs, the sensation like a deep, satisfying fullness, every movement reminding her of just how much was inside her. She could even see the faint outlines of the eggs pushing against her stomach, her furless white belly bulging outward in two distinct halves.

A shudder ran down her spine, her tail curling in response as the first contractions began, gentle but persistent, her body signaling it was time. She shifted slightly, her thighs trembling with anticipation, the wetness between her legs slick against the sheets beneath her. The scent of her arousal filled the air, thick and heady, mixing with the metallic tang of her sweat and the faint synthetic smell of the APC’s interior.

Her fingers traced the curves of her swollen belly, her claws grazing her skin lightly as she pressed down, feeling the hardness of the eggs beneath. A soft moan escaped her lips, the touch sending a wave of pleasure through her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her body was ready—she was ready.

With a deep breath, Zoey spread her legs wider, her hips shifting to accommodate the first egg as it moved into position. The pressure between her legs intensified, the egg stretching her from the inside out as it slowly descended, her body adjusting to its size. She could feel every inch of it, the way it pressed against her walls, the sensation both overwhelming and thrilling.

As the egg moved lower, her muscles contracted around it, guiding it toward the first of her two vaginas. Zoey’s breaths grew heavier, her heart pounding in her chest as the egg stretched her entrance, pushing her wider than she’d ever felt before. A deep, guttural moan tore from her throat as the egg finally began to slip through, the sensation of it sliding against her inner walls sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

The egg was massive, stretching her hole impossibly wide as it inched its way out. Zoey’s claws dug into the bed beneath her, her tail thrashing as her body trembled with each wave of sensation. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, was overwhelming, her mind lost in the intensity of it all. She could feel the slickness of her juices coating the egg as it pushed out, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the small space of the APC.

Each inch that slipped out of her brought a new wave of pleasure, her muscles spasming around the egg as it slowly stretched her open. Zoey’s moans filled the room, her voice hoarse from the effort, but she didn’t care. The pain mixed with the pleasure in a way that drove her wild, her mind barely able to keep up with the sensations coursing through her.

Finally, with a wet, satisfying pop, the first egg slid free, landing softly on the bed between her legs. Zoey gasped, her body shuddering as she felt the sudden emptiness where the egg had been, her inner walls still stretched and aching from the effort. She glanced down, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and saw the slick, black mass lying on the sheets, still glistening with her fluids.

But there was no time to rest. The second egg was already moving into position, the familiar pressure building once more as her body prepared to push it out. Zoey’s hand drifted between her legs, her fingers brushing against the tender, swollen lips of her second vagina, still throbbing from the first egg’s passage.

The second egg slid into her now well-stretched hole more easily than the first, her body already accustomed to the sensation. Zoey bit her lip, her other hand pressing against her belly as she felt the remaining eggs shift inside her, each one waiting its turn. The feeling of fullness was still there, a deep, satisfying weight that made her moan softly as the second egg began its slow descent.

This time, the stretch felt even better. The egg slid out more smoothly, her body adapting to the size and shape as it pressed against her entrance. Zoey’s breaths came in quick, shallow gasps as she pushed, her muscles contracting tightly around the egg, the pleasure building inside her with every passing moment.

The second egg slipped free with another wet pop, landing beside the first on the bed. Zoey’s body trembled, her tail twitching as the pleasure washed over her again, her eyes rolling back slightly in her head. The smell of her arousal was stronger now, mixing with the faint musk of the eggs themselves, a sweet, almost intoxicating scent that filled her senses.

One by one, the remaining eggs followed. Each one stretched her in ways that left her gasping, her body trembling with pleasure as she pushed them out. By the time the fifth egg slid free from her first vagina, Zoey was panting heavily, her body slick with sweat, her fur matted to her skin. The bed beneath her was soaked, the smell of sex and sweat thick in the air.

But she wasn’t done. There were still five more eggs waiting in her second womb, and the pressure was building again. Zoey shifted, her hands gripping the sheets as she spread her legs wider, preparing for the next round. The first egg from her second womb was already pushing against her entrance, her muscles tightening around it as her body prepared to lay the second set.

The stretch felt just as good as the first, if not better. Zoey’s moans grew louder, her voice hoarse from the effort as she pushed the egg out, the slick, wet sound of it sliding through her echoing in the small space. The egg stretched her second vagina wide, the sensation of being filled and then emptied driving her wild with pleasure.

When the final egg slid free, Zoey collapsed back onto the bed, her body spent, her mind swimming in the aftermath of the intense experience. She lay there for a moment, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath, the slick, black eggs lying beside her, still glistening in the dim light.

She smiled to herself, her tail flicking lazily as she basked in the afterglow, the feeling of complete and utter satisfaction settling over her like a warm blanket.