Try to abort the eggs
From Create Your Own Story
You're dry now and go to the furry bed. Your belly is huge. You stand by the bed and look down. You can't see your feet.
You slowly get down on the bed. Its already dry too. You lay on it on your side. All the slime is gone and you no longer desire to masterbate.
Panic suddenly fills your mind.
"Millions of eggs!?
You look at your belly and then look around, "Ummm, could I have a bed and a night table and some meatloaf? Oooooh, I want meatloaf." You really are craving meatloaf.
"...and some more of those comfy cotton pajamas?" you add.
A bed is pushed in about 30 minutes later. A set of those p.j.s and a night table. Moments later a meatloaf dinner comes with roastie potatoes and mint-flavoured peas (not your favorite thing.
You look at the fork in your hand, look at your belly, and then look up at the windows. Some of the spectators read your thoughts and their faces drop and heads shake. You agree. You don't want to stab yourself.
You go over to the night table and drop onto the corner belly first. You bounce back and wind up sprawled on the floor, your belly hurting. Before you can get up again muscular men in uniforms of shorts and T-shirts drop from ropes out of trap doors in the ceiling and apprehend you.
You are then trussed naked and spread eagle from a harness that completely restrains you. You're waist deep in a stagnant gooey pond contained in a specially configured tank with shallow sides. Tiny buggy things bump and nibble at your bare flesh, tickling you. A tube is down your throat pumping nourishing and hydrating goop. Another Painfully wide tube is jammed in your anus. Your shit is slowly pumped, jerkily over to a shallow spot where it is creating a slowly growing shallow pile that is starting to wiggle as the buggy things slowly devour it. Your piss goes directly in the water.
After suspended like this for 6 days you begin to feel movement. The millions of eggs, there's actually on 392,000 give or take 1000, but everyone exaggerates. The eggs wiggle more and more each hour.
Day seven your belly is a moving bloated mass. Eventually you feel your womb release and pressure builds from within on your hymen. A small hole, large enough for about 4 eggs wide to pass in your hymen is their only exit. They begin falling from your vagina. They can move much like inch worms, more mobile than full grown adults, like what bred with you, and their slime is just as potent. You begin to feel extremely turned on again and the sensation of the thousands of eggs rapidly bumping and wiggling over your G-spot starts you orgasming. You just don't stop either. Some of the eggs creep over your clit, teasingly, agonizingly, not quite rough enough.
The birthing goes on and on as your belly continues to shrink. You feel your little eggy maggoty young clinging to their mommies legs, butt and waist.
You're completely exhausted from orgasming, but it doesn't stop. You pass in and out of consciousness, orgasming continually.
Until finally every last egg has been spawned.
Little bald nude men then appear and wade into the stream. They have spatulas and they start scraping off the eggy maggots as you're steadily hoisted up. The men all have raging hardons after about 30 seconds in the water from the aphrodesiac slime. You are already too high up for them to get their penisis in any of your holes.
After the last egg is removed from your toes you watch as one of the short bald men immediately grabs a small skinnier one from behind. The skinny one struggles momentarily and then quickly gives in as the bigger one thrusts his cock deep into the skinny ones ass in one movemnt and begins raping his ass. Another mounts the raper and they create a chain all thrusting in time with one another. It doesn't take them long and they empty their balls in each others' asses. The first one fucked then goes to the last in the chain not yet sodomized, who spreads his cheeks and takes it (like a man?). The two remain alone in the pond until finally the sodomizer grunts twice and buries his cock deep unloading his semen in his colleagues rectum. Some of the others don't even make it to the door befor they are once again lining up pumping into each other again, the slime on their bodies arousing them. You are safely out of reach or you'd be getting pumped in every hole.
The pond is wheeled through one of the large doors. The Slime Monster isn't there. A motherly instinct draws you to follow, but you can't.
The voice returns. "I see the longing in your eyes. You want to see your young hatch and grow. Well you could if you want... Or you could see who we have selected as your next possible breeding partner. Your score is so high from your last performance you now have a choice... and you have the choice to leave... but before you decide that, just know you're currently in the lead. Well done!! ...and you're still rated as a virgin."
