#i'd tell him to hit the showers because he reeks of desperation

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CA: wv rizz? lmk

[muchelburstenstein]

Totally Natural

(CONTENT WARNING: BURST)

It had been a terrible day at work. I was working on some various genetic materials for one of the more dangerous of the local forest species, doing some deconstruction of their genetic code and some of their more interesting abilities. But then one of the new hires messed up, there had been a spill nasty spill. All sorts of materials had gone everywhere, some of it even splashed onto me. Everyone else got out quickly, but I'd ended up getting really dizzy, ended up trapped with the fumes for a while, and the material we'd been working with had plenty of time to sink into my clothes.

Eventually, I'd gotten rinsed off and changed. Everyone had to go home early because of cleanup and documentation. Physical and mental examinations were required, which was fine. I'd seen some of the materials from other creatures end up on co-workers, or had them inhale the wrong pheromones, and it messed them up bad. Mutated their bodies, or altered their brains, they'd forget who they were or why, think they were only bodies to be bread. It always seems half sad and half pathetic. I couldn't imagine forgetting how important my family was to me, or how important the work I was doing was.

I'd checked out fine, although I did still feel pretty light headed. I was told to take tomorrow off too, that it was probably just a stress reaction from the accident. I HAD been in there a pretty long time, after all.

On the drive home, I'd felt the desperate desire to see my husband. I found myself missing him terribly, just wanting to hug and kiss and snuggle with him. And once I saw the man... well, I'd needed a bit more than cuddles.

For some reason, his seed gushing into my belly was the most satisfying thing I'd ever felt. So perfectly right. I assumed it was just the stress finally getting worked off. I got up to shower, and he got up to go back to doing housework.

After I got cleaned up and dressed though, I found myself binge-watching videos. Ones I'd never really had any interest in. Mating habits of bizarre creatures, especially things that laid eggs. Just... whenever I saw something that involved eggs lined up in a nest, I felt odd and shivery. Whenever they started hatching out... I couldn't help but touch myself. After the seventh or eighth time, I found myself whispering to the babies on the screen. Encouraging them, telling them how much further they had to go, how proud I was.

I had no idea what was going on. And I was so focused on the videos, I didn't notice that the hard, tense feeling in my belly wasn't from cumming so much. Bit by bit, my midsection was growing. Swelling. Several videos in, I looked well into my second trimester.

Then, I felt the first kick. But, for some reason, it didn't alarm me. I just reached down, rubbed my warm, tight midriff, and whispered "Soon. So soon, just be patient."

It didn't even occur to me. Just... everything felt right. Slowly, the thought I was pregnant had just become... ok. Not alarming or curious, just exactly how it should be. Every movement was deeply satisfying, every kick sending shivers of anticipation deep into me.

And still, for some reason, every time the eggs on screen started shifting and cracking, I became intensely aroused. My sweatpants were soaked, my panties ruined, the whole room reeked of my cum. Every time, I climaxed as the first baby animal broke through the shell of the egg. It just felt like the most perfect thing in the world to me. Exactly how it should be, that's how babies are born, they hatch.

I was big. Ripe. So close to being ready to birth. But... birth didn't sound right. That's not what babies do, not how they come into the world. They hatch. They break out of their egg. And it's the job of a good mommy to help them, however possible.

I hit play on another video as I felt a hard shove inside me. "Mmm... it's almost time..." I whispered breathlessly. I skipped forward, not looking away from the screen. I needed to see one part. Just one, the perfect part, the part that is exactly what it should be.

The egg. It was moving. The baby inside was pressing against the shell, ready to be born.

My sweet baby was pushing against my womb. It's shell. It was ready to be born, like a good baby. I rubbed my egg. "You're so good. You're ready to be born, you're so strong..." I whispered to my child.

Thrust. My breath caught as pain surged. The egg shuddered and wiggled, the baby onscreen eager to emerge. "There we go baby, nice and hard... just gotta break the shell..."

Thrust. I moned. He was so strong, tears of pride filled my eyes. "Mmm, yes, push baby, push against the egg..." I stroked the shell gently, letting my child know how eager I was to meet them.

Strange sounds began to come from inside as the animal on the screen tried even hard to escape. The egg was strong, but it had done what it was supposed to, and now only existed to break. The hard shell was starting to buckle.

Thrust! I threw my head back, a deep guttural groan escaping from between my teeth as a strange sound came from inside. "Ohhh god I'm hatching... He's hatching out of meee... Good baby, come out, let mommy meet you..." I gasped, stroking the prison hanging off the front of me.

Now was the difficult time. On the video, the egg was starting to crack, but not break. Damage was being done, bit by bit, weakening the shell. But it wasn't enough to tear it apart yet.

Thrust! I cried out in pain. It hurt so bad, but then it didn't matter. All that mattered was that my little one needed to be born, just how nature intends. "Yes baby, hatch from mommy! Nice and hard, you can do it!" I cried, just like I did at the videos. I hear my husband's voice from downstairs, but I don't respond.

Thrust! There's an awful sound from inside, and searing agony radiates out. "Oh god, I'm cracking, I'm cracking open for you! Go ahead sweetie, break mommy, break me open and be born just like you're meant to, hatch from your egg and live!"

There! A little piece of shell begins to tent out, the weakest point. Over and over, with each push, it goes a little further, until finally it falls out. The little cutie is only moments from emerging!

Thrust! "It burns, it buuurns, I can feel it bleeding, you're so close, just come out, break mommy wide open, nice and fast!" Tears well in my eyes, but I don't give in. I have to be a good mother, that's all that matters. This is my entire world, right here, between my hands, skin bruising and skin bulging as my little one assaults my insides.

Thrust! I hear a concerned call, loud steps running upstairs as I scream in pain, a stomach-churning tearing noise coming from inside. I was so close to breaking open, like a good egg. All I needed to do was let my baby hatch and it would all be over! I was such a good mommy, such a perfect egg, All I wanted, all I ever wanted was to hatch for my baby, everything was just as it should be.

THRUST! More voices, panicked as I let myself go, being as loud as I need to endure the beauty of childbirth. Apparently someone came over. I can't even comprehend them, the only languige I care to speak, that I ever want to speak again is the agonized cries of a perfect egg splitting apart for their beautiful baby! How could I have ever had a life prior to this, how could I have ever wanted anything else?!

THRUST! My skin splits as I feel my womb rupture. Fluids run from the wound. Well, if you can call an ovum breaking to let the baby come out "wounds" or "dying". Apparently these people do, as they slam the door open. A woman, I dimly recognize her as having been my boss an impossibly long time ago, in a different life. Now, the only life I have is pressing its snout against the unspeakably painful hole in the egg its trying to be born from.

The egg on the screen holds for just a moment more before breaking open, an adorable little creature tumbling out into the world. "Oh no, it brainwashed her!" The dark-haired boss human laments. Some strange creature I think I used to be. But now, I'm nothing more than a shell, and I'm about to do what good eggshells do. And I am a perfect egg.

THRUST!!! The wound grows, and grows, I'm tearing apart as I shriek, half in agony, and half in orgasm! "YES, COME OUT OF MOMMY, BE BORN LITTLE ONE, HATCH FROM MOMMY!!!" There's noise everywhere, a blonde human is preparing a syringe of some nature, the male is screaming and crying, the dark-haired one looks furious, reaching for my precious child. Probably to welcome it into the world. Or congratulate me on being a perfect mother.

It's hard to breathe now, and my vision is blurring. There's a weird stabby pain in my arm, the blonde one went near it. Dark hair mutters something about "should stabilize her, she'll survive, but it's her mind I'm worried about..." but it means nothing to me. I am overjoyed, I've been hatched from. I'm a beautiful egg, and I've done my purpose. I close my eyes, exhaustion overwhelming me...