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This story was written for TigerJames as their Patreon commission reward for November 2018. The story contains solo masturbation and egg laying involving a consenting adult intersex male. :3

An All Day Lay

There were days when James' eternally hyper-pregnant state barely bothered him. Days when despite the strange looks he got from people he didn't know and who didn't have any intention of getting to know him, and despite the inevitable discomfort that came from walking around with a swollen stomach protruding balloon-like from his otherwise slender frame, the tiger was mostly untroubled by the more active and uncontrollable aspects of his unique, supernaturally altered biology. But by that same token, there were also days that were a total write off because of it. Not necessarily days that were unpleasant or in any way bad overall as a result of the situation within his belly and between his legs, but certainly days during which any plans that he might have had otherwise were utterly erased in favour of his body's undeniable demands.

Though James could never really be sure when a whole day of uncontrollable laying was about to begin, it was always a pretty good indication that he should start trying to get out of any obligations to which he was currently bound when he woke up before dawn, already cumming.

"Mnnh... nnhhaaahhh... aahh, aah! Oh god... oohhhhgodI'm... yessssss!"

Lying flat on his swollen belly, face buried in a mound of pillows and sheets wrapped around him, James stirred as waves of pleasure crashed through him, and reached a state of true consciousness just in time to feel the large, familiar girth of an egg dragging its way across his g-spot on its way out. His legs were already spread like a swimmer in the midst of breaststroke, and the tiger didn't even attempt to close them as he grabbed the edges of the pillow, wrapped it around his face, and wailed at the top of his lungs in utterly helpless ecstasy. He was still too close to sleep to restrain himself even a little as the egg burst free and a volatile surge of orgasmic ecstasy crashed through him immediately in its wake. He felt his face flushing and his whole body shaking in intense pleasure as he felt ejaculate gushing out over the egg he'd just laid and the bedding beneath it, not a brief spray but a continuous geyser of euphoria which persisted for five, perhaps closer to ten seconds before it even began to lessen in its furious volume. For more than half a minute he writhed and shuddered and thrashed in the very pose in which he had awoken, and only after the most intense throes of his peak had passed did he finally reach a trembling hand down between those now soaking wet thighs, to feel not one, not two, but three glistening, slick shelled eggs waiting amidst the already soaking wet sheets.

Kicking off the sodden comforter and scooping the trio of eggs into the padded basket he always kept beside his bed, James groaned as he rolled onto his back and planted his ass firmly down into the veritable puddle of arousal resting upon his saturated sheets and the thankfully waterproof plastic sheeting beneath them. He silently cursed himself for his restless sleeping, and for rolling over onto his belly. Of course he had laid eggs, and of course that had driven him to cum. After all, applying extra pressure to his already impossibly swollen belly by lying upon it was inevitably going to have consequences, and his wet backside was living those consequences right now. At least that was all it had been though. At least now he could just get up, quickly change the sheets and slide right back into bed until morning. At least he wasn't still...

That thought never even had a chance to finish making its way through James' mind before the tiger felt an intense pleasurable convulsion run through his body, and a fresh egg disengage from his bulging, over-filled womb into the deepest reaches of his already stretched out and pleasure-hungry vaginal canal. His eyes bulged, and he whimpered in dismay despite how good it felt. Despite knowing how lucky he was compared to any creature who had to endure labour even once or twice in a lifetime with all the agony that it brought. There were no doubt countless people out there who would have given anything to have giving birth, to an egg or anything else, feel as good for them as it did for James. But as incredible as it felt even as James buried his head in his hands with another groan of helpless pleasure and frustration all rolled into one, the tiger currently still possessed the clarity of thought to recognise how much of an impact this was going to have on his planned schedule for the approaching day.

Still, if there was an upside to what James strongly suspected was just beginning within himself, it was that before long he wouldn't be frustrated any more. Before long, he would be too horny, and too busy cumming with barely enough time to breathe, never mind to think about more productive uses for his time. Thus for his own sanity's sake it truly seemed as though the best thing that James could do was try not to worry, and just to let what was happening happen. To surrender his sanity up before it could be snatched away from him, and to reach down between his legs, press two trembling fingers to his clit, and begin to masturbate himself in order to rapidly intensify the already potent pleasure that latest egg was beginning to provoke.

"Yes..."

James whimpered as a surge of pleasure crashed through him, and for a split-second he forgot about all the reasons why doing what he was doing was selfish and irresponsible.

"Oh god, yes..."

He groaned louder as he rubbed his clit harder, his pussy convulsing in response and thus quickening the descent of the egg as it squeezed and pushed the slick object down towards the most receptive and pleasure hungry reaches of his body. For an instant or two his mind went entirely blank, and took with it all considerations of calling into work before he got started, of cancelling the dinner plans he'd made with friends earlier that week, and of setting the DVR to record his favourite shows that evening. Even when those thoughts returned though, they did so in a fog, in a haze of euphoria which made them increasingly difficult to care about. And when the next wave of pleasure hit, and the next, and the next, those thoughts returned in lesser and lesser numbers until suddenly James could only remember that there had been some things that he had been remembering, but not what they were. After that there was only a vague sense of confusion lingering in the back of his otherwise entirely pleasure focused mind, and after that... well, after that James was thrashing on the bed, wailing, rubbing his clit, and feeling another egg pop out of his pussy amidst a gush of orgasmic ejaculate, even as another egg began to eagerly descend from his womb and begin the process all over again without delay.

"Haahhhhahahhhyessss... again. Gonna cum. Gonna cum again. Oh. Ohhh yes. Yes!"

James howled in pleasure as to his shock and delight, with his fingers rubbing vigorously at his clit, he came before the egg had even made its way all the way down through his pussy's interior. His body shook, his tail thrashed and whipped against the bed beneath him, and as his pussy convulsed violently in the throes of orgasm, he felt the egg being forced out far faster than before, shooting the rest of the way down his body's interior like a bobsled on a track and popping free with a gush of juices and pressure enough to sent it almost to the far end of the bed. The tiger roared and flailed as the orgasm already crashing through him was piled onto by another, not merely a second orgasm immediately after the first, but the impossibly wonderful sensation of two climaxes at the same time. Sure enough, the impact of that sensation on his body was overwhelming to a whole new degree, and it seemed even to stun his womb with its intensity. It was so potent, so powerful a feeling that before James knew it, not one but two eggs were pushing out into his pussy one after the other. And as his body was stimulated twice over, as his interior was pleasured and caressed by the eggs twice as much as normal, James' lungs ran out of air with which to scream, allowing him only to flail and slam his hands desperately down against the bedding as this made him cum faster and faster, which made him lay faster, which hurriedly provoked another pair of eggs to disengage within him all at once.

He was caught in a feedback loop. A feedback loop of pure ecstasy that he couldn't break, and which exhausting and overwhelming as it was, he had absolutely no desire to bring to an end. Not now. Already he was fully trapped in the throes of that savage and relentless pleasure, and now all that he craved was more of it. Fatigue didn't matter. Humiliation didn't matter. Nothing was important but the pleasure itself, and of course the eggs responsible for that pleasure. Keeping them going. Keeping himself laying, and thus keeping himself comfortable enough, and horny enough that his body wouldn't be able to stop doing so, no matter how badly a rationally minded James might have needed them to.

Sure enough, that was exactly what James spent the rest of the day doing. Not an hour, not a couple of hours, not all morning or mid way into the afternoon, but until long after dark the following night. Occasionally he abandoned the bed, not because he wanted to or because he felt remotely clear headed enough to attempt walking, but because either he needed to offload some of the vast number of eggs piling up between his legs or because in his pleasure-stricken madness he got some wild idea about something that would be even hotter than what he was already experiencing. For a while he lay in the bathtub, legs up, water flowing down from the mixer tap directly onto his aching clit until not water but eggs threatened to overflow the tub and bury him beneath their sheer number. For an hour or so he spent time crawling down the stairs one by one in reverse on his knees, wailing as he laid egg after egg and felt them rolling down to the ground floor as they tumbled away from him, only to realise that the phone call he'd started crawling to answer had stopped ringing some fifty-nine minutes prior.

While downstairs he even attempted to make himself some breakfast to keep his energy up, entirely unconcerned with the fact that it was approaching three in the afternoon at the time. James soon learned however that even cereal was difficult to make when near constant orgasm was wracking your body and eliminating every last trace of hand-eye coordination. Thus after stuffing three or four handfuls of dry honey-o's into his muzzle and spending a good thirty minutes streaking the kitchen linoleum with ejaculate, he began the long trek back up to his bedroom leaving a trail of orgasmic puddles and forgotten eggs behind him, no longer merely escaping him in pairs but in clutches of four or even five at once, each still triggering a fresh orgasm atop every prior climax as they made their rapid, back to back to back to back to back exits.

Once upstairs, he never actually made it back into bed. By that point half a dozen eggs were escaping him with every lay, and the orgasms and the laying itself was lasting longer than the gaps between them. His pussy was so stretched out by so many eggs that they were sliding right through him, moving from womb to vaginal opening in less than thirty seconds. Yet still even laying at that speed and with that obscene volume, his belly remained gravid and swollen as ever. His pregnant form did not relent, and the number of eggs within him remained as seemingly close to infinity as ever.

Thus, as he crawled his way into his bedroom, grabbed at the comforter and tried to drag himself up onto the bed by one corner of the soaking wet fabric, James surrendered as soon as he felt the blanket tumbling down off the bed to join him in a heap on the floor. He had been giving himself freely to the pleasure all day, at least that was what he had sincerely believed, but now... now he truly couldn't resist any longer. Any last remnants of his resistance, any last glimmers of mental clarity which he possessed, they surrendered.

He collapsed upon the softly piled bedding, drew a portion of it close to himself in a tight embrace, and his eyes grew glassy as he felt another egg pop out of his pussy and another orgasm crash through him, then another egg and another orgasm, then another egg and another orgasm and so on, and so on, and so on, and... they just didn't stop coming. They didn't stop building one upon the other upon the next.

He didn't stop cumming. Didn't stop laying for many hours more.

But when he did... when at around one AM the following day James awoke amidst a bedroom floor laden at least six inches deep with a solid layer of slick eggs, he was too tired to notice that as he rose shakily to his feet and flung himself forward onto the actual bed, his stomach felt a lot lighter, and a lot skinnier than usual.

He was asleep before he knew it, and the next morning his belly was as round and as heavily pregnant as ever. But as he thought back, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he had found the limits of whatever magic it was that dwelled within him.

And if he could find those limits again, then maybe...

Before James could finish that thought though, almost as though it was trying to keep him from finishing it, his pussy twitched.

A soft moan escaped the tiger, and his eyes widened in shock, in dismay, and against his better judgement... in excitement, too.

"Ooh god... not again..."

He whimpered as he felt an egg slipping out of his womb and beginning to work its pleasurable way through the interior of his body.

"Not... aaahh... aah yes. Yes, o-oh... oh god. Aahhh, again..."

He felt himself rising towards orgasm. Towards the same pleasure that had immobilised and delighted him for the entirety of the prior day, and though he didn't yet know it, would do so for the entirety of that day, too.

He felt it building, and building, and despite everything that he had already been through in the past twenty four hours, James felt himself reaching down between his legs, and caressing his aching clit once more, already growing increasingly eager to feel himself cum just one more time.

By Jeeves

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