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This story was written for TigerJames as Day #22 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Egg Laying" and the story contains oviposition and masturbation involving a consenting adult intersex male.

Eggs Aplenty

James led a rather interesting life. All things considered he tried to lead a relatively normal existence, but that mere fact was in itself made very interesting considering the state in which the tiger lived. He was pregnant. He was always , eternally, and heavily pregnant, though not with any true impending life and not as a result of any dalliances with other people. The lean tiger with the huge, rounded stomach was the supernatural kind of pregnant. The cursed kind of pregnant, and thus knowing that it might well never end he did the only thing he could do with his life on a day to day basis. He tried to lead it normally, he tried not to be any more remarkable and interesting than his situation made him to anyone and everyone whom he walked past on a daily basis. Though of course due to the nature of the curse, and the objects which did indeed fill his bulging lower torso to keep his belly so consistently and obscenely gravid, that normality rarely lasted when he most desperately wished it to do so.

Sometimes days passed without the curse imposing its will upon James' body, allowing him to get on with living his life with only the lingering ache of lower back pain, the semi-regular inconvenience of internal pressure on his bladder and of course the physical presence of his huge belly upon his otherwise lean frame to remind him of his situation. But other days, regardless of what James was doing or where he found himself at the time, his body would decide that it was a little too full up, or perhaps simply that it was ready to create some new content with which to fill his pregnant belly and thus in need of some space in which to do so. Sometimes once. Sometimes twice. Sometimes so constantly and uncontrollably throughout the course of the day that James could barely make it out of his bed... assuming that he was in bed when the process started, of course.

And on this particular day, James wasn't at home. He wasn't in bed, or resting on the couch, or indeed anywhere private and peaceful when he felt that unnatural but all too familiar shifting inside himself. He was standing in the midst of a crowded department store in an even more crowded mall, bashfully looking through the maternity wear section in search of any clothing which would fit his vast bellied body while still looking even remotely as though it was made for someone without breasts, and someone who pregnant belly or not still identified and presented as male in his day to day life.

"O-oh... no. Not here... n-not... ah..."

Sometimes his body gave him plenty of notice for when what was about to happen was about to happen. Of course, plenty of notice in the context of James' form was five, maybe ten minutes at the very most. On other occasions though it most definitely didn't give him time, and thus James didn't even have time to slip the shirt he was holding back onto the rack from which he had pulled it mere moments ago before his eyes bulged, his legs squeezed tightly together, and a wave of pure sexual pleasure crashed over him and almost sent the tiger collapsing to his knees.

The curse upon his body was frustrating at times and almost always inconvenient, it was embarrassing and thoroughly impossible to explain to anyone who didn't believe in the supernatural. But no matter the time or place when it reared its head to strike out at the tiger whom it was afflicting, James was at least glad that it didn't hurt. Far from it in fact, one of the defining features of this curse beyond the swollen belly full of eggs was just how incredibly, impossibly good it felt. No matter how incredible the feeling might have been as James' nether regions began to clutch and convulse though, that didn't make what was starting to happen to him any easier to handle. It didn't make it any less impossible to resist or any harder to conceal regardless of where he was or what he was doing at the time, which right now meant that James found himself suddenly stumbling through the racks of clothing in this large, busy shop as within his low-slung, hip-hugging jeans wave after wave of rapidly building pleasure burst between his legs without any provocation. He could do nothing to stop it, nothing to slow its progress, and of course from frequent past experience the tiger knew exactly what those feelings were building towards, thus he knew how important he was to get somewhere out of sight, somewhere private and hidden, so he could let his body do what it was obviously about to do to him.

Every step James took sent waves of intense pleasure crashing through him, and that pleasure only grew more potent as the tiger began to feel something moving inside him. Sliding, easing, working its way through his innermost reaches as muscular convulsions forced it into motion. He tried not to let the obvious ecstasy show on his face as he raised his head and peered over the racks of clothing in a desperate search for somewhere, anywhere to hide. He looked over at the nearby set of changing rooms, but he was in the maternity section and didn't fancy having to explain his situation to the clerk just so he could hide away behind a scrap of curtain which could be pulled aside the first time he let slip a helpless moan. He looked around for a restroom, but of course that wasn't really the kind of thing you found in department stores these days unless they had an attached area for food. Finally he simply found himself looking for any section of the store where there were fewer people, and hopefully a lack of security cameras to see what he realised he was going to have to do.

Stumbling, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep from yowling in rapidly building ecstasy, James felt the underwear within his jeans growing wetter and wetter as his nether regions began to leak. To lubricate themselves in preparation for what was coming. His toes curled against the smooth flooring of the department store as he almost fell onto his hands and knees at the latest crushing wave of pleasure, a hot gush of fluids squirting forth from between his legs and darkening not just his boxer-briefs but also the crotch of his jeans themselves to a thankfully small degree. Finally, James realised he couldn't delay any longer. He lurched down an aisle of clothing with circular clearance racks heavy with large, unflattering maternity dresses. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, saw a moment of freedom with all the other shoppers' eyes focused on more appealing clothes in other parts of the store, and flung himself into that rack of dresses. Into the centre of the circular, spinning rack where a tiny open space within provided him the only privacy he could possibly find in this place. Privacy which he hoped would last long enough for him to do what needed to be done.

Feverishly, fighting his body every step of the way as it threatened to do what it was begging to do right there and then before James could react, the tiger unbuttoned his jeans and dragged them and his underwear down around his knees in one single, surprisingly well practised motion considering the way he was so secretively squatting. Once he'd done so one hand gripped at one of the clothing rack's internal metal railings, and other hand pressed itself tightly over his muzzle as he shuffled to spread his legs as wide apart as the jeans wrapped round his knees would allow them to. He whimpered into his trembling palm. His eyes bulged, and his tail whipped back and forth, threatening to burst out from the rack of clothes concealing him as all around feet pattered, voices chattered and the world continued onward entirely unaware of the crouching tiger's hidden situation.

About ten seconds after he'd lowered his trousers and assumed that position, a gush of hot fluids that would have stained the entirety of his jeans' crotch with its volume came bursting forth from the pussy now exposed and clearly visible between James' legs. His toes curled, his eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, and a strangled, muffled groan of ecstasy erupted from the tiger's muzzle as he squirted, as he came hard and kept on cumming as the already frantic convulsions of his body's inner workings grew even more wild and potent. Another spray of hot ejaculate poured out against the ground below, then another, then another, before finally the wet drumming of those liquids against the department store's floor were joined by a new sound. A slurping, a wet, audible sound of something moving, something slipping through hot, soaking wet and thus thankfully well lubricated, well stretched flesh. James' eyes bulged with even more intense, mind-bending pleasure, his whole body shook, and even where he knelt hidden away with his most intimate reaches exposed to the world, he couldn't help but rock and buck his hips a little where he was resting as his long, ferocious orgasm reached its absolute peak, and something large, round and thick began to stretch open and emerge from his still clutching, cumming, gushing pussy.

"Mnhh... mnnhhhhhhhh!"

James howled in thankfully restrained ecstasy as a large, bluish speckled egg slightly larger than a grapefruit landed with a wet, splattering thud against the ground amidst a torrent of fresh orgasmic fluids. He shuddered and gasped as for another ten or fifteen seconds his body continued to be wracked by the contractions of his pussy's inner workings, each one extending and enhancing the already potent intensity of his climax with just how impossibly good the stimulating squeezing felt, before finally the convulsions began to fade and the gushes of fluid which accompanied them started to diminish. He let himself drip dry for perhaps a minute, shivering and blushing as a few last trickles and sprays of erotic juices drained themselves from his still quivering pussy, before finally he tugged his boxer-briefs and jeans back up, buttoned himself in once more, and very slowly, very carefully began to slip back out of the rack in the hopes that he wouldn't emerge to find a member of store security staring right at him.

Somehow, he made it. Not just back to his feet, but back to the rack where he could finally re-deposit that shirt he'd been considering prior to this whole situation, then out of the store entirely. Trembling, blushing, James sagged visibly in relief as he stepped onto the escalator which would carry him up to the mall's food court. He always found himself ravenously hungry after an orgasm like that, no doubt his body wishing for some extra nutrition to help rapidly develop a brand new egg to replace the one which had just exited his still hugely swollen and pregnant stomach. On this occasion though, as he stood behind another shopper and in front of someone else aboard the slowly ascending mechanical stairway, he didn't even make it that far.

To his horror, James was still aboard the escalator when he felt something.

Something shifting.

Something quivering between his legs, followed by a sudden, powerful wave of pleasure which forced a strangled mewling cry from his muzzle before he could do anything to stifle it.

He felt his pussy spasm. He felt his clit throb. He felt a brief squirt of fresh fluids soak the interior of his already damp underwear, and James groaned in humiliation and disbelief as he felt the unmistakable sensation of yet another egg beginning to descend through his squeezing, clutching, pleasure-stricken pussy, stimulating its intensely sensitive walls cell by cell, inch by blissful inch.

It was happening again, and this time it was happening far, far faster than before.

He stared up at the end of the escalator, then back over his shoulder at the lower exit an equal distance away. He felt his pussy convulse. He felt the egg squeeze closer and closer towards freedom, and he felt his jeans darkening with renewed and every bit as copious arousal as his legs threatened to give out beneath him under the first, relentless surge of fresh orgasmic rapture.

It had been months since the last time he'd laid openly, helplessly in public without being able to find somewhere to hide away beforehand. Months since the last time he had been reduced to a howling, orgasm stricken wreck in front of countless people, wide eyed, pointing, staring in stunned amusement as they watched the tiger lay an egg before them. But as James watched the escalator crawl upward so painfully slowly and as he felt the orgasm already crashing through his needy body growing stronger and more deliciously irresistible while that latest egg grazed over his intensely sensitive g-spot, he couldn't help but wonder if it was going to happen again.

And when it did, if it did... he couldn't help but wonder if no matter how humiliating it might have been last time, it was going to feel just as incredibly hot as it had last time, too.

By Jeeves

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