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The thing about being in the lab was that the days tended to blend together. She had already forgotten how long she'd been there, or even what her initial motivations for signing up for the program were. Money, if she had to guess. Even the breeding seemed like a distant memory at this point, although if she concentrated she could remember most everything about it. The cold metal of the bench she was bent over, the leather of the ties, in contrast to the heat of the dragon mounting behind her. More than anything, even beyond the pleasure of fucking, the creature's knot catching and stretching her open, she recalled the strange way the dragon spoke. She knew all she heard were hissing syllables in no language she understood, but her mind automatically translated it--or, perhaps, the dragon himself was doing the translating--into I hope you will serve us well.
Still, she knew time had to be passing because she felt hungry and sleepy on a schedule, and the scientists came at regular intervals to check on her, or change whatever medicine she was meant to be taking. Her caretakers told her it was all for fertility or, simply, to make things "easier". She had to guess it had something to do with changing her anatomy around in order for her to take something like a dragon cock, and the eggs that followed, without splitting open. Thinking back, it shouldn't have been possible to handle the dragon's girth, much less when it expanded further to deposit eggs into her, but there had been nothing but mind-numbing pleasure with each brutal thrust from the creature, and each egg it dropped into her womb. Eight in total, she was told afterwards. A respectable clutch. One of the scientists murmured something about another subject getting 12, and perhaps if she was a success they'd try to mate that dragon with her next to produce similar results. A little too far into the future for speculation, one of their colleagues replied. She could not imagine carrying any more. She had gravid just from eight, and felt stuffed full to the brim at the time of the dragon fucking the eggs into her. Maybe there would be another pill for that.
Eventually, the researchers had taken her from her usual room to another area of the facility. Lining either end of a long hallway were what appeared to be stalls, but on closer inspection were more rooms with thick glass making up the top half of three walls and doorway, for observation. She was left in a simple one with a cot on one side and an...well she didn't know what it was on the other. It was some kind of apparatus, one that looked vaguely like a dentist's chair, but with adjustable arm and leg rests and something resembling a ramp leading to an opening in the floor currently shut with a vented covering, like the drain in a shower. She remained there for what she thought was a handful of days, if she judged how many times she slept. Occasionally, she'd hear noises coming from elsewhere in the hall--moaning, screaming, roaring, the pitch to it all one of pleasure rather than pain. It must have been others getting bred just as she was, and she squirmed a little in envy. Getting railed by the dragon had been better than carrying the eggs around for however long she'd done it already. It was difficult to do most things because of how big she was, and the eggs often adjusted inside of her distractingly. A part of her wished she could skip to getting eggs pumped back into her again, rather than waddling around for any longer.
But then came the day when she woke up to what felt like the eggs having all settled on top of each other in the lowest part they could reach in her body. It was uncomfortable, like an anvil was sitting on her abdomen, but before she could press the button that alerted the researchers that she needed help, all of them came to her. They stripped her down perfunctorily, and took her to the weird chair that she'd stared at uncomprehendingly for days. Once they sat her down on it the chair reclined until she was prone, while simultaneously the leg rest was bent upwards and came apart, one leg on each half like stirrups. She couldn't see what the scientists were doing over the massive swell of her stomach, but she heard the hiss of some hydraulics working, followed by a metal click. Above her, two monitors that had been camouflaged on the ceiling flickered on. On one was the neutral face of one of the scientists, wearing the pair of strange reflective eyeglasses they all did. She always thought it was something about the way they reflected the light that made it difficult to differentiate all of the researcher's faces from each other. But on the other monitor was a video feed of a camera pointed right between her legs. She could see every detail of her pussy, dark pink folds and mostly shaved, and tried not to wriggle in sudden embarrassment. However, she also noted that the strange hissing noise from earlier was that vent in the floor opening up. She couldn't see where the hole led to, but the bottom of the ramp set under the chair ended right at the edge of it.
"Subject Verdant," the scientist on the monitor said. That was right, that was what they called her here, although she liked being called "Ver" better. "Based on our biometric readings earlier this morning, today is the day you will deliver the eggs. You will remain there until your labor has completed."
"How long will that be?"
"If the subject means how long will the labor take, that is unknown. We have rough estimates, but that's of dragons. Other subjects have taken six hours to up to half a day. If the subject means how long until the labor begins...within thirty minutes, according to the charts."
"So soon?" Besides where the eggs might be sitting, she didn't feel much different.
"This channel will remain open for observational purposes," the researcher continued, as if he didn't hear Ver at all. "As will the live feed of the birth. All eggs will be transported to the incubation chamber immediately to maximize the chance for viable offspring."
"Is that--" Is that what the hole in the floor was for, she wanted to ask, but before she could, there was an odd lurch in her gut. The pressure from before increased, until there was another, stronger clench inside her and she watched a gush of fluid flow out from her cunt on the video feed, dripping onto the floor and down the vent below the chair. Her water had broken, but something wasn't right. It wasn't possible for those to be contractions if there was just a strange squeezing pressure. "Why--why is there no pain?"
"The subject has been a model for proper medication regimen. In order to both facilitate the births and incentivize participants, we have created a drug combination that, to put it in a way the subject would understand, rearranges things to make the experience a pleasurable one. Is the subject distressed?"
Was she? It was wrong, somehow, that something known to be painful to everyone was not only not that way for her, but instead would be arousing. It was bizarre, to the point that maybe she was a little upset, but quickly those thoughts were knocked out of her head when the next contraction hit and something warm began building in her core. It continued that way, a ripple across her gravid stomach that built a little more into the haze of arousal around her, for what could have been minutes or hours, but at some point, Ver felt something shift, and the point of the first egg started moving through her cervix.
"It's coming!" She gasped. That was wrong too, it shouldn't feel good in the least to have something pressing so firmly against that ring, but in the haze of breeding before, she must have forgotten that the dragon's cock had felt incredible breaching the barrier to her womb, and every egg that had passed through going in. "It's coming! The egg is moving! Oh! OH!"
The stretch of the egg starting to move out of her finally made all the heat that had been building burst, and an orgasm sent her quivering. She could see the way her pussy fluttered on the monitor as the pleasure rolled through her, and she moaned as another contraction hit, sliding the egg a little further into her birth canal. On the next, she couldn't resist the urge to push and bore down, feeling the egg stretch her passage as it descended inch by inch. From the video feed, she could seen when the egg reached her opening, bulging the lips of her cunt outwards, but more than that, the widest part of the egg pressed against her g-spot. The pressure was indescribable, and Ver was torn between wanting to keep it there and wanting to feel the rest of the egg stretch her open, but a contraction made the decision for her and she had to push again. The egg rubbed against her walls as it continued to descend, and she got a look at the shell of it on the video feed, white and pearlescent like the scales of the dragon had been, before the sensation of all that weight on her spot sent her into a shaking, wailing orgasm, fluid spurting from her cunt around the egg. A the end of the contraction, the egg retracted a bit, but she did it again, and again, and the egg retreated a little less each time.
"Ah, ah!" She moaned as another contraction hit and the egg reached its widest point. "Cumming, I'm cumming again!"
On the screen, she could see every movement, the way her cunt spasmed around the egg and more fluid sprayed from around it. The force of her muscles clenching from the orgasm was finally enough for the egg to slide free. Distantly, she heard it land on the ramp below and roll into the hole on the floor, but her focus was taken up entirely by how empty her pussy looked and felt without an egg pushing through it.
Thankfully, it didn't take long before the next egg pressed roughly against her cervix, and she spasmed with another orgasm, the rest of the eggs and her contracting abdomen nudging against it and sliding it through the ring.
"It's moving!" Ver cried, bearing down and feeling the widest part of the egg slip through, sending her cumming with burst of fluid once more. If the researchers cared or minded her mindlessly babbling in a pleasured haze, they made no move to stop her. She wasn't paying attention to the scientist's reaction, either, her gaze always fixed on the monitor that showed the gaping opening of her pussy, until the white shell of the egg appeared in time with the sensation of its girth stretching her open. Slowly it reaches the largest point, and the way the egg moves in and out in increments against her folds as she pushes eventually forces her into another quivering, screaming orgasm. More fluid spurted from around the shell and her legs shook against the rests holding them up. "Oh god, oh god, it's making me cum so much--it's coming out, it's going to do it again--!"
Her next orgasm forced the egg to slip free, and another squirt of fluid sprayed from her in a stream that formed a puddle beneath the chair, some dripping down into the hole the egg had rolled into. She couldn't even think to catch her breath before another contraction sent the third one dropping down, but this time, when it slipped past her cervix into the birth canal, the fourth immediately followed. She could feel the pressure of it on top of the third, as well as the width of it, of both of them, stretching her out. The sensation was like the dragon's cock when it had fucked her, but more, so much more, stretching her to her limits. Another orgasm slammed into her, Ver's body jerking violently, her cunt spasming around the third slowly protruding egg. With each contraction, her muscles tightened around the eggs, pressing their shells into her g-spot and sending her into a relentless spiral of cumming and cumming, until it eased and her walls loosened around the eggs. Her jaw dropped open and she writhed on the chair, screaming in pleasure with each one, gasping in the aftermath, before it began again. The instinct to push built up, the instinct to struggle to get the third egg out, and another contraction in combination sent orgasms ricocheting through her once more.
When the third egg finally popped free, the fifth descended on top of the fourth, and the sixth on top of that. Her hands clawed the armrests as she wailed, distantly understanding that all the noises she heard before were fellow subjects going through this or similar, not being mated. But that might have been the last clear thought she had before pleasure took over again, and another squeeze of a contraction pressing the eggs against her inner walls had her cumming incessantly through the duration.
"Aughh! A-ahh! Oh god it won't stop! I-I can't stop! I can't stop pushing even when it makes me cum like this!" Ver gave off another high, trembling moan as the sixth egg dropped out of her, fluid squirting from her pussy as she suddenly clenched down on air instead of a shell. There was a puddle now from how many times she'd cum, despite some of the fluid being wicked away by the vent the eggs disappeared down. The seventh egg gave her what felt like a short pause, but when it dropped against her cervix finally, she knew it wouldn't be for long. The egg felt huge, far larger than all the other ones, which were already nearly the size of infants on their own. "It's so big--"
Her words dropped off into a scream as the stretch of the egg on her cervix sent her cumming again, the motion forcing the huge egg into her birth canal, where it moved down glacially towards her opening with another contraction. It got to where she could see the pointed tip of the egg emerge and retreat, emerge and retreat, again and again, through two orgasms that sent her trembling, but wouldn't budge further. No fear crept into her mind, however--why should it matter if it got stuck if it felt this incredible? If all it did was make her cum this much?
The next contraction was hard enough to send her convulsing on the chair, hips rising up off of it, and that felt even better somehow. No cock could ever be as thick as the egg squeezing out of her, but she wanted one to be, to move and slide back and forth with force through her, and she jerked her hips up and down like she was fucking, still hoping for it. She only stopped when she felt the need to push, watching the egg spread her folds and then retract again, the friction reminiscent enough of a cock, it sent her tumbling into another orgasm, fluid spraying from her cunt once, and then again as the pleasure continued to roll through her. Her hips pistoned wildly as she screamed, cumming for a third time, her body using any means necessary to move the egg. On the video feed, her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, sometimes around the tip of the egg whenever it managed to poke through.
Eventually, though the relentless pressure of the contractions, the orgasms, and her own pushing, the egg remains out a few inches in a crown, but the overdrive of arousal her body went into to facilitate the egg's passage did not let up. Ver helplessly continued to rock her hips and push on instinct, fluid spraying from around the egg in her cunt with every orgasmic pulse it squeezed out of her. She writhed violently, as much as her prone state on the chair would allow her, as the egg finally inched out to the point its widest diameter was at her entrance. Her pussy clenched around it on the monitor, and Ver could do nothing but wail and cum again in a strong spurt of fluid when she saw just how stretched open she was.
Another contraction squeezed her abdomen, and the egg began to move again in slow, rhythmic increments, slipping out a little more whenever Ver pushed. With every one, the back of the egg pressed against her g-spot inside, jolting another climax through her. It happened in short enough intervals that it was more like a long, continuous orgasm, one flowing into another endlessly, a pause between her stopping to push and starting again negligible when the pleasure never seemed to fade.
"Ah, a-ah--ah! Aaaahhh!" Her voice rose into a scream, nails digging into the armrests of the chair, her hips fucking up into the air as she tried to dislodge the last part of the egg. "It's so much--oh god it's too much, it's too--it's happening again! It's happening again, I can't stop it--I'm cumming."
The force of her orgasm pushed the seventh egg free, and it dropped heavily between her legs onto the ramp, fluid from the spray of her squirt dripping onto it before it rolled its way out of sight.
The final egg was not nearly so large, but when it rolled past her cervix and onto her g-spot, she still spasmed with another climax, muscles squeezing around the egg to push it towards her opening and into a smooth crown. Halfway through, and she cummed a second time, muscles clenching around the shell as she pushed, the force of it strong enough to pop the egg free in a rush. The friction of it rubbing past her walls and entrance so quickly made her wail weakly and spiral into another orgasm, fluid gushing from her, and then more still when she climaxed again from the feeling of emptiness.
When the euphoria started to wear off, Ver found herself exhausted all of a sudden, yet even when the monitor showed her cunt was worn out and dripping, and she somehow still wished there were more eggs to push through.
"A success," The scientist spoke up, perhaps for the first time. "Average duration of labor, the eggs are all initially viable, and--subject, our biometric readings don't show much amiss. Is that correct?"
"I guess so," Ver rasped. Truthfully, maybe she was sore or something was broken somewhere, but her mind was still stuck on the pleasure.
"Subject Verdant, someone will be with you shortly, and after being cleaned, examined, seen to medical care of necessary, and debriefed, you will be returning to your original chambers."
"All right."
The monitors flicked off, and Ver was left alone for a short while. Upon arrival, the scientists checked her over and wiped her down and gave her yet another pill, maybe something for pain or otherwise this time, but her only thought was how she could bring up possibly volunteering for that rumored dragon she'd heard about. Twelve whole eggs. Maybe she'd even get more.