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"writing": "[b][u][center]Finally Fulfilling His Duty\nKink-Tober 11: Oviposition\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEgan walked like he had a solid metal bar between his hips and the base of his neck. Every movement was stiff, formal, and filled with every bit of the disdain that he felt for his upcoming appointment. The badger harrumphed, the well-groomed fur along his chin and muzzle puffing up for a moment before falling flat again. \n\n“You’re in a mood,” the rat to his right said as they walked down the sidewalk. “I thought you’d be all for enforcing the law, heh.”\n\n“This particular one has been…blind to me so far,” he admitted, shaking his head and adjusting the briefcase under his right arm. “I was hoping that it would stay so for the rest of my life.”\n\n“Oh, please. You’ve been dodging it with civil service just like the rest of the city employees; you’re due to be egged like everyone else.”\n\nHe winced, eyes flicking back and forth for any sign that someone had heard his boss say that. Nobody looked his way, nobody stared, but that meant nothing. \n\n“Come on, come on. We don’t want to be late.”\n\n“Just because you don’t want to be accused of favoritism, sir –”\n\n“Ah. Councilman, please,” the rat said, chuckling. “I did earn my post, Egan, even if you don’t entirely agree with my policies.”\n\nThat was…putting it mildly. Egan had been a personal assistant at city hall for some time, serving as a rotating employee between various city councilmen as they came and went. He’d worked under progressives, conservatives, and everything in-between, and he’d worked as attendant, filer, even occasional paralegal when the occasion called for it. It was a busy life, and he’d scarcely enjoyed a moment of it (though the pay was decent).\n\nThe only reason that he’d kept to it was that it was very easy to stay off The List when one was a city employee. Being part of the infrastructure meant that The List was blind to you more often than not, and considering what The List demanded, he was grateful for that. \n\nUnfortunately, Councilman Nyles – as the rat insisted he be called – had been elected on a wave of reptilian sentiment that wanted the law applied properly. No more rich folk buying their way out of their fair duty. No more passing it down to poor reptiles that were ‘better suited’ for the job. No more of the city employees using their position to dodge what the Equal Incubator Act had demanded. \n\n“I still can’t believe that you’ve dodged this for almost thirty years,” Nyles said, the rat folding his hands behind his back as they walked along. “Most people get egged in their twenties, at latest.”\n\n“Well, I had responsibilities.”\n\n“Like?”\n\n“Myself.”\n\nAnd there had been no need for him to go to one of the incubation facilities across the city and submit to [i]that[/i]. It was undignified, and besides, there were plenty of others that were happy to take on that role. He…he had other things that he needed to do at the time, and it was just easier to enlist himself in a job that kept him more or less at the bottom of the list. \n\nThe badger harrumphed. It would have gone so much better if he’d ever gotten further than his assistant role, but it still should have been enough. \n\n“Must we do this, Councilman?” he asked, looking down at his superior. “I understand wanting to prove that you will follow through with everything that you promised your constituents, but dragging me there –”\n\n“Are you saying you won’t follow the law, Egan?” \n\nHe [i]hated[/i] the way that the rat smirked at him when he asked that question. Of course he would, but that didn’t mean that he liked the law, or that he believed that it was quite fair. After all, even if reptiles [i]did[/i] need a little assistance…\n\nThey’d stopped on the sidewalk. Nyles stepped in front of him, the chubby rat smirking up at him, leaning forward with his hands crossed behind his back and tilting his head slightly to the side. \n\n“Well? Will you follow the law or not, Egan?” \n\n“…I will.”\n\n“Good. Splendid, even. I am sure that the reptiles of the city will be happy to see that everyone will be equal under the law again.”\n\n“Hmmph. I don’t see [i]you[/i] signing up to be –”\n\n“[i]I[/i] did my time when I was nineteen, heh. You were the one that put it off for decades.”\n\nEgan bit his tongue to keep from saying something stupid. It was best to just leave it alone and move on. \n\nAs they walked from city hall to the Central Egging Facility – or the CEF – Egan thought about the law again. It had been passed about a decade before he reached the age of majority, and even then, it had been…controversial, to say the least. \n\nThe Equal Incubator Act had been brought forward by some reptile or other, stating that there were species – avians and reptiles, as well as a few aquatic ones – that were disadvantaged because they were forced to incubate many eggs at once. They were forced out of jobs that would have otherwise been open to them because they were made to be caregivers instead of being able to pursue their dreams. They’d proposed the Equal Incubator Act as a way to share it around, making it everyone’s responsibility rather than just a single species. \n\nGods knew how, but it had passed. Egan had thought it was stupid, and so had a number of others, which was why even back then it hadn’t been [i]that[/i] equal, with most of those that got egged being those that didn’t have a way to get around it. He’d imagined it would stay that way for the rest of his life. \n\nUntil Nyles came along and decided to campaign on bringing that equality into being properly. Nobody had expected him to get elected, but the city’s aquatics, avians, and reptiles had come out in force for him. Now…\n\nWell, now they were almost to the CEF, and Egan was still trying not to think about what was going to happen to him. \n\n“Chin up,” Nyles said. “At least you have the hips for this kind of thing. You’re built for incubation and laying.”\n\n“I feel that’s ground for sexual harassment,” the badger muttered. \n\n“Oh, relax. It’s just a compliment.”\n\nDidn’t feel like one, though it certainly made the badger feel more conscious of his hips and ass than he had before. He stood up a little straighter, trying to focus on how much he was or wasn’t swaying with every step. It was just a badger thing; he minimized it as best he could, but even then, he could still feel the slight back and forth motion that probably was showing to anyone that cared to look. \n\n[i]They won’t. You are an assistant to the city council. That means something.[/i]\n\nAnd so, he walked – with more than the usual stiffness – behind his superior. Two men in suits making their way downtown, and only one of them was happy. \n\nEventually, they reached the security gate for the CEF, a small two-man booth that occupied the gap in the twenty-foot wall that locked the facility itself off from the rest of the city. The crow inside waved as they approached, his beak pulling up in what passed for a smile as he leaned out the window. \n\n“Councilman Nyles, good to see you, sir,” the crow said, chuckling. “Didn’t expect you to bring someone here for egging so soon.”\n\n“Well, you know how it goes; if I want to keep my people happy, I should start delivering on my promises as soon as possible.”\n\n“Heh, too right. And the fact that he’s a badger –”\n\n“Oh, trust me, nothing to do with it. But the fact that he’ll look good doing it [i]is[/i] a wonderful bonus, heh.”\n\nEgan gritted his teeth as the rat bantered with the crow. Not the first time that he’d heard that he looked better from behind, or that it was…suitable…for badgers to be in places like this. He’d heard that many a time before he got his job in the civil service, but he’d hoped that would have been the last of it. \n\nApparently not.\n\nHe stood there with his arm over his briefcase and his eyes on the facility past the gate. It looked like an old brick building, the sort that might have once been an apartment block. It certainly didn’t look anything like the high-tech facility that he’d heard had been built for this. \n\n[i]Then again, they could have pocketed half that money and nobody would have noticed,[/i] he thought, snorting. [i]The idea of submitting to this sort of thing. It’s just…ridiculous.[/i]\n\n“Anyway, Egan here hasn’t had the chance to be egged yet. He’s in his forties – can you believe it – and he’s still an egg-virgin.”\n\n“No!” the crow gasped. “You can’t be serious.”\n\n“Dead serious, my friend. Dead serious.”\n\n“Well, this is well overdue. Here, let me buzz you in.”\n\n“Oh, my thanks. And I’ll make sure that the results are streamed on my personal website. You know, just for accountability.”\n\n“Don’t I have a say in this, sir?” Egan asked through gritted teeth. \n\n“That depends. Do you want to keep your job?”\n\n“…”\n\n“That’s what I thought,” Nyles said, chuckling. “Come on, Egan. And thank you, good guard.”\n\n“No problem, Councilman! Can’t wait to see the egging!”\n\n“Nor can I,” Nyles said, looking back at him. “Nor can I.”\n\nIt was with red cheeks and a near-robotic walk that Egan walked through the gates. The open courtyard only reinforced that the building had once been an apartment block; there were old bits of stone that stuck out of the ground, looking like the same sort of brick structure that would have once lifted up trees to give the place a little greenery. Instead of that, though, the entirety of the grounds was filled with grass and low-level heat lamps. He veered wide of them, only pausing when he saw that there was an egg under one. \n\n“…Sir. Why…”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“The egg. There. Why?”\n\n“Oh, yes, I’ve heard about that. Some of the incubators that stay onsite sometimes have to lay quickly, and that means popping a squat and letting it out in the grass.”\n\n“Laying – they laid their eggs outside? In the open?” Egan asked, his eyes going wide.\n\n“Hey, when the egg’s getting ready to pop, you want to try running back to a private room? Or are you going to let it out here, where it’s reasonably safe and soft?”\n\nThe walls suddenly made sense. A lot of sense. A shiver ran down his spine at the idea of something wanting out that badly that he’d need to do…that, to take off his pants and spread his cheeks and just let the egg out. The very idea was humiliating beyond anything that he’d ever experienced in his life. \n\n“Heh, don’t worry. I’m not checking you in. You can, if you want –”\n\n“I will not. I have a job, and I will continue to do it.”\n\n“Hey, just saying, you could if you wanted,” Nyles said, waving for him to keep up. “Come on. Let’s get inside.”\n\nEgan shook his head, trying to focus on the building door. The glass surface reflected him and Nyles back. The rat was shorter than him by a head, and was younger than him by at least a decade, and it showed in the way that he walked with such a jaunty, careless pace. Egan, by contrast, was in a fancier suit, one that was cut clean to his body. Sure, it was a little tight around his gut since he had softened in the last five years, but he was still reasonably trim, and it was a mark of success to have a suit like this.\n\nYet that was the furthest from how he felt as they walked inside. The glass doors slid open, revealing a small lobby with a blue-scaled female lizard behind the desk. She looked up and – just like the crow – smiled at Nyles. Egan was starting to see how the rat had managed to get his seat. \n\n“Mr. Councilman, you actually brought someone?”\n\n“Heh, of course. Should have an appointment with Professor Satki, any moment now?” Nyles asked. \n\n“Yes, yes, you should. Let me get him.”\n\nThe lizard stood up and ducked out the other lobby door without a word. Egan shook his head, only to grunt as Nyles elbowed him in the side. \n\n“Come on, look a little less pitiful,” the rat said. “It’s not like you’re going to be suffering through this.”\n\n“It’s ridiculous.”\n\n“It’s an egg. Or two.”\n\n“Two?!”\n\n“Sometimes more,” Nyles said, shrugging. “You should know this. I mean, the law’s been out there for decades now. Oh, my. Were you thinking that just because it wasn’t applying to you that you never needed to look at it?”\n\nThat was exactly what Egan had thought, but it wasn’t as if he could say that now. His cheeks burned as he looked down and away, but Nyles chuckled. \n\n“See, it depends on what kind of egg is going in and how you’re built. Someone like me? Well, I might have a larger ass, but my hips and my hole weren’t really suitable for more than one egg at a time, and I had to start with something small. You, on the other hand – well, we all know how badgers are built –”\n\n“Please stop talking.”\n\nIt was hard enough not to think about what was going to happen to him, but every time that Nyles opened his mouth, he started imagining what it would be like. His free hand slowly pressed against his stomach as he imagined it bloating, stretching outward until it was a heavy, swollen thing, stuffed with eggs that were slowly swelling, growing, maturing inside of him. People would be able to see it, too, his belly rolling with every step he took. \n\nIt was enough to make his face burn and his hole clench in absolute rejection of the idea. He just wished that was enough to stop it from – \n\n“Ah, Councilman, you’re here. And you – you must be his assistant.”\n\nEgan looked up. A brown-green lizard stood in the doorway, clapping his hands and grinning. His head was covered with a strange collection of feathers running from the middle of his head down the back of his neck, and he chuckled as he walked around the desk and offered his hand. \n\n“I’m Professor Satki, the official ovipositor of your particular case.”\n\n“…I am going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” Egan muttered, shaking the lizard’s hand. “I – I suppose that there is no avoiding this?”\n\n“Oh, you shouldn’t be trying to. Legally, we can sue you if you do, but I promise, it’s a great deal easier than you think.”\n\n“…Frankly, I’m a man. I – I have never imagined myself with something like that inside of me. I – I don’t even think that I could take something like that.”\n\n“Oh, dear, don’t be so afraid. I promise, we have every technology to make this easier for those living as incubators. And if it helps, just think about the fact that you only have to do it for two months before you can stop. That’s all. Just two months and then you’re free and clear for the next eight years.”\n\nEight years of guaranteed freedom in exchange for two months carrying an egg. It would have sounded like a better offer if he didn’t have to take the egg in the first place. \n\nEgan looked at his boss. The rat looked back at him with a smirk that said everything: do this, or lose his job. \n\nAnd he wasn’t going to get another one anytime soon, and without the cover of the civil service, he’d be egged anyway. \n\n“Fine. Two months. That’s it.”\n\n“You’ll be asked again at the end of two months, sir. Now, come, come, we should get you to your room,” Satki said. \n\nIt took everything that Egan had to make the first few steps across the lobby. He knew that if he walked through that door, everything would change. He’d never again be the ‘egg-virgin’ that he had been. Everything would be different going forward, all for the sake of a few species that should just deal with it and get on with their lives as egg-bearers. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t. \n\nBut he didn’t have a choice. He walked through the door in the hallways of…\n\nAn apartment building. \n\nNo, not quite an apartment building. They walked by the first two units on the ground floor and he was treated to the view of two very swollen men, both of them polar bears. They were on their couches, their legs spread, their cocks flopped out and slapped against their bellies as they stared up at the ceiling. The proper badger almost stopped dead in his tracks, shocked to see two men displayed so, but then…\n\nThen he saw that they had their legs spread and they had a pillow on the floor. Their hands were between their legs, and – were they rubbing their own asses? It almost looked like they were jiggling them. \n\n“What are they doing?” he whispered. \n\n“Hmm? Ah, getting ready for their egg-laying,” Satki said, nodding at one of the subjects. “They’re not quite there yet, but they’re doing some stretches and pose-practices to make sure their eggs come out smoothly.”\n\n“And they…they just…”\n\n“Stay naked? Yes, actually. It’s quite a bit more comfortable for them in the CEF to stay that way.”\n\n“But the embarrassment –”\n\n“Sir, it’s far more comfortable to be naked when you’re that swollen. If you stay with us – will you be doing that, by the way?”\n\n“I – I…”\n\nHe hadn’t been planning on it, but looking back at the bears – \n\n[i]God, they’re…they’re so…[/i]\n\nHe blushed as he forced himself to look away from their swollen cocks and balls resting on equally-swollen bellies. They were utterly shameless, hard and needy and…\n\nWell, he wondered how anything could feel that good, frankly. His cheeks burned as he rubbed them, shaking his head and looking back at the lizard. \n\n“I’ll consider it.”\n\n“Wonderful. Come on, we’ve got a bit of testing and intake to do.”\n\n“Joy.”\n\n#\n\nThey passed four other open rooms before reaching the elevator, and once out of that – on the fifth floor – they passed three other apartments that were occupied with residents in various levels of incubation. Here there was an elk with his ass sticking out and a plug deep inside, with only a faint indent at one point of his stomach. There was a stallion, his ass unplugged, a hint of eggshell white showing as it almost slid out three times as the horse moved around. \n\nEgan shivered as he was led to an empty room and nudged inside. A large chair with footrests clearly designed to spread apart waited in the middle of the chamber, and he groaned as he realized that it was for him. \n\n“Do I…Must I…”\n\n“Mmm, there’s never a ‘must,’ but there are consequences for a no,” Nyles said, leaning on the doorframe. “But please, you know that you can take this. It’s one of the things that your species was made for.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Take off your clothes, please,” the professor said, gesturing to a small table beside the chair. “We need to take a quick exam before we decide which eggs you’ll be taking.”\n\nAs he peeled off his suit jacket, then his shirt, he realized that he was almost hoping that Nyles was right about badgers. The idea of letting someone put something up his ass – something that had never been stretched by another’s finger, let alone something bigger – sent fear-shivers down his spine. And yet…\n\nYet, he was clenching down inside, almost like his body was preparing for the inevitable insertion. He didn’t know whether to whimper or moan. \n\nSoon, he was down to his briefs. He hesitated with his fingers through the waistband, slowly looking over his shoulder at his boss. The rat just smirked, wiggling his finger downward as if gesturing for him to take them off. \n\n“Mr. Egan, if we are to do this –”\n\n“I know, I know, don’t rush me…”\n\nShaking his head with his face burning hotter than ever, the badger slowly pulled his briefs down. They hit the floor and he stepped out of them with as much grace as he could summon, his balls swaying as he did and his cock hanging flaccid over them. Nyles whistled behind him. \n\n“Well, you definitely have an ass straight out of a porno,” the councilman said. \n\n“Shut…Up…”\n\n“Sit down, if you please,” the lizard said. \n\nEgan sat down on the chair, focusing on his breathing as the lizard put his feet on the supports. A pair of leather straps wrapped around his ankles, something that he’d expected for the process, but he still gripped the arms of the chair tight as they were gently pushed off to the side. \n\n“Comfortable?” Satki asked. \n\n“…Humiliating, but…yes.”\n\n“Good, good. Now, I’m going to ask you to look up.”\n\nThe badger did. The ceiling above him was occupied with some sort of screen, currently black, but – \n\n“I’m going to restrain your head for now. You’re going to keep your eyes on the screen no matter what happens, okay? So long as you do, this won’t be as embarrassing as you think it will be.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Mr. Egan?”\n\n“Alright. Alright.”\n\nAs the professor tied his head back, another leather band over his forehead, he did his best not to think about how exposed he was. Cock against his belly, balls flopped over one thigh, his ass cheeks spread by the little divot in the chair and everything on display to his boss – there was no way that he was ever going to live this down. He should be humiliated, or angry, or something. \n\nAnd he was, but there was something else. Something…something making his cock twitch, and slowly – but surely – rise. \n\n“There we go. Now, just keep staring at the ceiling. I’m going to start examining your anus now.”\n\n“Mmm-hmm.”\n\n“Just relax.”\n\nThe screen turned on. Almost immediately, he blinked at the purple and black spiral that appeared. \n\n“Is that – is that just a spiral?”\n\n“Studies have shown that it helps everyone relax to a certain extent, Mr. Egan. Just stare, if you please, while I work.”\n\nSeemed a little bit trite to him, but anything to not think about someone between his legs would help right now. He took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists before forcing himself to relax and stare at the screen. \n\nThe spiral spun, the purple and black lines curving in and slowly pulling his eyes down to the middle of the screen. He tried not to think about the scaly fingers rubbing over his ass cheeks, or the way that the thumbs were already rubbing in gentle circles around his rim. It took every bit of self-control to not clench up or try and pull his legs together. Instead, he kept staring at the screen, forcing himself to keep his eyes on it. \n\nIt didn’t take long before it was easier to stare than to think about looking away. He stared to imagine it pulling his eyes right to the middle of the spiral again and again, keeping him distracted from the – \n\n[i]Relax. \n\nLimp. \n\nLoose. \n\nStare.[/i]\n\nWas he thinking those words? He thought he’d seen something, but – \n\nNo, no, there was only the spiral. He could focus on that. He just had to keep staring, even as – \n\n[i]Relax. \n\nLoose. \n\nLimp. \n\nStare.[/i]\n\nYeah. Just…relax, go loose and limp, let the lizard work as he stared. \n\nHe was aware of the gentle prodding and poking back there, the weird sensation of a scaly finger sliding past his pucker and rubbing against his inner walls. His toes curled despite himself, a little jiggle running through his cheeks – he felt it, but it was distant, further off as he kept staring at the spiral. \n\nYes, so easy to keep staring at it. He imagined how it looked back there, almost like his ass was in the middle of the spiral. The little pink hole almost felt like it was super-imposed against the spiral, the pink at the middle replacing the little black dot. The idea of it being his own ass hypnotizing him almost made him laugh. \n\nAlmost. He was too relaxed to actually laugh, but it was…amusing…\n\n[i]And hot…hot ass…hypno-butt…[/i]\n\nSuch an immature thought, but it helped him not feel so stressed. That was a good thing. He could relax with that. Relax and go loose and limp and stare and – \n\n“…and open. He could fit a few eggs, for sure.”\n\n“Go for the biggest ones you can fit. He can take it.”\n\n“Well, badgers do have a certain reputation…and he fits it.”\n\n“Heh, he’s taking your fist alright.”\n\n[i]Fist?[/i]\n\nWas he imagining things? The spiral shifted again, almost like there was a background. He…could he see his ass? It looked like…\n\n[i]Four fingers…deep inside me…stretching me – \n\nRelax. \n\nLoose. \n\nLimp. \n\nStare.[/i]\n\nSo easy to keep staring. The distant feeling of his ass getting stretched pulsed through him, flexing, open, closed, open, closed, timed to the hand that he could just barely see moving past the spiral. \n\nThen it popped out. A soft, slippery movement. So easy…so…\n\n[i]Slutty.[/i]\n\nYes, that. \n\nHe moaned, realizing that his cock had gotten hard at some point. He wanted to giggle again, but no, too much effort. Egan smiled, though, his lips twitching at the corners of his muzzle as – \n\nSomething harder, now, something firmer and wider than a finger. He stared at the screen again, unable to look away as he saw something behind the spiral. It wasn’t just his imagination, but that didn’t matter; it felt…good to stare, good to see himself being…filled…stretched…changed…\n\n“Going to need to adjust his position here,” the lizard said, the voice coming from a distance. “I could finger him this way, but getting an egg in –”\n\n“Turn him around, then.”\n\n“Just turn on that other screen…”\n\nFor a split-second as he was flipped from sitting to being flipped onto his stomach, he was staring at blank wall. He almost woke up – \n\nThen the wall shimmered into another spiral, once more focused on his own ass. This time, it was far less opaque. This time, he could see his hole stretching, and he could both see and feel the pebbly surface of the egg as it started to slide in. \n\n“Mmm…mmmph…”\n\n[i]Natural egg-bearer. \n\nSlutty. \n\nHorny. \n\nNeedy. \n\nEmpty.[/i]\n\nThe words flashed by almost too fast for him to read, but not too fast for him to take in. The more that he saw the spiral spin, the more that the egg pressed against his hole, the more that he imagined how it would feel inside of him. It felt…right, almost. Right, and wanted, and [i]needed.[/i]\n\n[i]Badger needs filling. \n\nHole needs egg. \n\nStretch. \n\nRelax. \n\nStretch. \n\nBadger slut.[/i]\n\nThe words were coming faster and faster as the egg started sliding in. He moaned, his tongue starting to hang out of his mouth as the words embedded themselves deep in his brain. \n\n“Your custom spiral is working well, councilman. I didn’t think he’d take to it that well.”\n\n“Well, once the stick came outta his ass, he needed something else in it,” Nyles said, chuckling quietly. “Tell me when we have at least one ostrich egg in him.”\n\n“Yes, sir.”\n\nThe rest of the world faded, replaced by the image of his own ass slowly accepting the egg. He stared as his hole stretched, becoming almost the only thing that he was aware of. The humiliation, the anger, the shame, it all faded away as the spiral pulled him down to something else. \n\nPleasure. Need. The ‘purpose’ of a badger: to be filled. \n\nHe moaned as the thickest part of the egg passed his rim, slowly sliding in and falling against his prostate. His cock swung up against his belly under him, twitching happily from the pressure. He moaned, his eyes trying and failing to roll back. \n\nAfter all, the spiral was too good to look away from. \n\n“And flex…”\n\n[i]Flex. \n\nSqueeze.[/i]\n\nHe moaned, doing as he was told, the egg almost coming out before the lizard pushed it in again. Right against his prostate, too. \n\n“Good, good…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Well, this was meant to be more of a heavy-egging story, but I think I got a little side-tracked by the world and everything else in it, plus the hypno toward the end, heh. Well, at least you get something. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, Fingering, Hypnosis, Speciesism, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Incubation, Bondage, Nudity, Badger, Rat, Lizard, Erection, Corruption, Sluttification, Kink-Tober, Kinktober, \n",
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Finally Fulfilling His Duty Kink-Tober 11: Oviposition For Damiekinz By Draconicon
Egan walked like he had a solid metal bar between his hips and the base of his neck. Every movement was stiff, formal, and filled with every bit of the disdain that he felt for his upcoming appointment. The badger harrumphed, the well-groomed fur along his chin and muzzle puffing up for a moment before falling flat again.
“You’re in a mood,” the rat to his right said as they walked down the sidewalk. “I thought you’d be all for enforcing the law, heh.”
“This particular one has been…blind to me so far,” he admitted, shaking his head and adjusting the briefcase under his right arm. “I was hoping that it would stay so for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, please. You’ve been dodging it with civil service just like the rest of the city employees; you’re due to be egged like everyone else.”
He winced, eyes flicking back and forth for any sign that someone had heard his boss say that. Nobody looked his way, nobody stared, but that meant nothing.
“Come on, come on. We don’t want to be late.”
“Just because you don’t want to be accused of favoritism, sir –”
“Ah. Councilman, please,” the rat said, chuckling. “I did earn my post, Egan, even if you don’t entirely agree with my policies.”
That was…putting it mildly. Egan had been a personal assistant at city hall for some time, serving as a rotating employee between various city councilmen as they came and went. He’d worked under progressives, conservatives, and everything in-between, and he’d worked as attendant, filer, even occasional paralegal when the occasion called for it. It was a busy life, and he’d scarcely enjoyed a moment of it (though the pay was decent).
The only reason that he’d kept to it was that it was very easy to stay off The List when one was a city employee. Being part of the infrastructure meant that The List was blind to you more often than not, and considering what The List demanded, he was grateful for that.
Unfortunately, Councilman Nyles – as the rat insisted he be called – had been elected on a wave of reptilian sentiment that wanted the law applied properly. No more rich folk buying their way out of their fair duty. No more passing it down to poor reptiles that were ‘better suited’ for the job. No more of the city employees using their position to dodge what the Equal Incubator Act had demanded.
“I still can’t believe that you’ve dodged this for almost thirty years,” Nyles said, the rat folding his hands behind his back as they walked along. “Most people get egged in their twenties, at latest.”
“Well, I had responsibilities.”
“Like?”
“Myself.”
And there had been no need for him to go to one of the incubation facilities across the city and submit to that. It was undignified, and besides, there were plenty of others that were happy to take on that role. He…he had other things that he needed to do at the time, and it was just easier to enlist himself in a job that kept him more or less at the bottom of the list.
The badger harrumphed. It would have gone so much better if he’d ever gotten further than his assistant role, but it still should have been enough.
“Must we do this, Councilman?” he asked, looking down at his superior. “I understand wanting to prove that you will follow through with everything that you promised your constituents, but dragging me there –”
“Are you saying you won’t follow the law, Egan?”
He hated the way that the rat smirked at him when he asked that question. Of course he would, but that didn’t mean that he liked the law, or that he believed that it was quite fair. After all, even if reptiles did need a little assistance…
They’d stopped on the sidewalk. Nyles stepped in front of him, the chubby rat smirking up at him, leaning forward with his hands crossed behind his back and tilting his head slightly to the side.
“Well? Will you follow the law or not, Egan?”
“…I will.”
“Good. Splendid, even. I am sure that the reptiles of the city will be happy to see that everyone will be equal under the law again.”
“Hmmph. I don’t see you signing up to be –”
“I did my time when I was nineteen, heh. You were the one that put it off for decades.”
Egan bit his tongue to keep from saying something stupid. It was best to just leave it alone and move on.
As they walked from city hall to the Central Egging Facility – or the CEF – Egan thought about the law again. It had been passed about a decade before he reached the age of majority, and even then, it had been…controversial, to say the least.
The Equal Incubator Act had been brought forward by some reptile or other, stating that there were species – avians and reptiles, as well as a few aquatic ones – that were disadvantaged because they were forced to incubate many eggs at once. They were forced out of jobs that would have otherwise been open to them because they were made to be caregivers instead of being able to pursue their dreams. They’d proposed the Equal Incubator Act as a way to share it around, making it everyone’s responsibility rather than just a single species.
Gods knew how, but it had passed. Egan had thought it was stupid, and so had a number of others, which was why even back then it hadn’t been that equal, with most of those that got egged being those that didn’t have a way to get around it. He’d imagined it would stay that way for the rest of his life.
Until Nyles came along and decided to campaign on bringing that equality into being properly. Nobody had expected him to get elected, but the city’s aquatics, avians, and reptiles had come out in force for him. Now…
Well, now they were almost to the CEF, and Egan was still trying not to think about what was going to happen to him.
“Chin up,” Nyles said. “At least you have the hips for this kind of thing. You’re built for incubation and laying.”
“I feel that’s ground for sexual harassment,” the badger muttered.
“Oh, relax. It’s just a compliment.”
Didn’t feel like one, though it certainly made the badger feel more conscious of his hips and ass than he had before. He stood up a little straighter, trying to focus on how much he was or wasn’t swaying with every step. It was just a badger thing; he minimized it as best he could, but even then, he could still feel the slight back and forth motion that probably was showing to anyone that cared to look.
They won’t. You are an assistant to the city council. That means something.
And so, he walked – with more than the usual stiffness – behind his superior. Two men in suits making their way downtown, and only one of them was happy.
Eventually, they reached the security gate for the CEF, a small two-man booth that occupied the gap in the twenty-foot wall that locked the facility itself off from the rest of the city. The crow inside waved as they approached, his beak pulling up in what passed for a smile as he leaned out the window.
“Councilman Nyles, good to see you, sir,” the crow said, chuckling. “Didn’t expect you to bring someone here for egging so soon.”
“Well, you know how it goes; if I want to keep my people happy, I should start delivering on my promises as soon as possible.”
“Heh, too right. And the fact that he’s a badger –”
“Oh, trust me, nothing to do with it. But the fact that he’ll look good doing it is a wonderful bonus, heh.”
Egan gritted his teeth as the rat bantered with the crow. Not the first time that he’d heard that he looked better from behind, or that it was…suitable…for badgers to be in places like this. He’d heard that many a time before he got his job in the civil service, but he’d hoped that would have been the last of it.
Apparently not.
He stood there with his arm over his briefcase and his eyes on the facility past the gate. It looked like an old brick building, the sort that might have once been an apartment block. It certainly didn’t look anything like the high-tech facility that he’d heard had been built for this.
Then again, they could have pocketed half that money and nobody would have noticed, he thought, snorting. The idea of submitting to this sort of thing. It’s just…ridiculous.
“Anyway, Egan here hasn’t had the chance to be egged yet. He’s in his forties – can you believe it – and he’s still an egg-virgin.”
“No!” the crow gasped. “You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious, my friend. Dead serious.”
“Well, this is well overdue. Here, let me buzz you in.”
“Oh, my thanks. And I’ll make sure that the results are streamed on my personal website. You know, just for accountability.”
“Don’t I have a say in this, sir?” Egan asked through gritted teeth.
“That depends. Do you want to keep your job?”
“…”
“That’s what I thought,” Nyles said, chuckling. “Come on, Egan. And thank you, good guard.”
“No problem, Councilman! Can’t wait to see the egging!”
“Nor can I,” Nyles said, looking back at him. “Nor can I.”
It was with red cheeks and a near-robotic walk that Egan walked through the gates. The open courtyard only reinforced that the building had once been an apartment block; there were old bits of stone that stuck out of the ground, looking like the same sort of brick structure that would have once lifted up trees to give the place a little greenery. Instead of that, though, the entirety of the grounds was filled with grass and low-level heat lamps. He veered wide of them, only pausing when he saw that there was an egg under one.
“…Sir. Why…”
“Hmm?”
“The egg. There. Why?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve heard about that. Some of the incubators that stay onsite sometimes have to lay quickly, and that means popping a squat and letting it out in the grass.”
“Laying – they laid their eggs outside? In the open?” Egan asked, his eyes going wide.
“Hey, when the egg’s getting ready to pop, you want to try running back to a private room? Or are you going to let it out here, where it’s reasonably safe and soft?”
The walls suddenly made sense. A lot of sense. A shiver ran down his spine at the idea of something wanting out that badly that he’d need to do…that, to take off his pants and spread his cheeks and just let the egg out. The very idea was humiliating beyond anything that he’d ever experienced in his life.
“Heh, don’t worry. I’m not checking you in. You can, if you want –”
“I will not. I have a job, and I will continue to do it.”
“Hey, just saying, you could if you wanted,” Nyles said, waving for him to keep up. “Come on. Let’s get inside.”
Egan shook his head, trying to focus on the building door. The glass surface reflected him and Nyles back. The rat was shorter than him by a head, and was younger than him by at least a decade, and it showed in the way that he walked with such a jaunty, careless pace. Egan, by contrast, was in a fancier suit, one that was cut clean to his body. Sure, it was a little tight around his gut since he had softened in the last five years, but he was still reasonably trim, and it was a mark of success to have a suit like this.
Yet that was the furthest from how he felt as they walked inside. The glass doors slid open, revealing a small lobby with a blue-scaled female lizard behind the desk. She looked up and – just like the crow – smiled at Nyles. Egan was starting to see how the rat had managed to get his seat.
“Mr. Councilman, you actually brought someone?”
“Heh, of course. Should have an appointment with Professor Satki, any moment now?” Nyles asked.
“Yes, yes, you should. Let me get him.”
The lizard stood up and ducked out the other lobby door without a word. Egan shook his head, only to grunt as Nyles elbowed him in the side.
“Come on, look a little less pitiful,” the rat said. “It’s not like you’re going to be suffering through this.”
“It’s ridiculous.”
“It’s an egg. Or two.”
“Two?!”
“Sometimes more,” Nyles said, shrugging. “You should know this. I mean, the law’s been out there for decades now. Oh, my. Were you thinking that just because it wasn’t applying to you that you never needed to look at it?”
That was exactly what Egan had thought, but it wasn’t as if he could say that now. His cheeks burned as he looked down and away, but Nyles chuckled.
“See, it depends on what kind of egg is going in and how you’re built. Someone like me? Well, I might have a larger ass, but my hips and my hole weren’t really suitable for more than one egg at a time, and I had to start with something small. You, on the other hand – well, we all know how badgers are built –”
“Please stop talking.”
It was hard enough not to think about what was going to happen to him, but every time that Nyles opened his mouth, he started imagining what it would be like. His free hand slowly pressed against his stomach as he imagined it bloating, stretching outward until it was a heavy, swollen thing, stuffed with eggs that were slowly swelling, growing, maturing inside of him. People would be able to see it, too, his belly rolling with every step he took.
It was enough to make his face burn and his hole clench in absolute rejection of the idea. He just wished that was enough to stop it from –
“Ah, Councilman, you’re here. And you – you must be his assistant.”
Egan looked up. A brown-green lizard stood in the doorway, clapping his hands and grinning. His head was covered with a strange collection of feathers running from the middle of his head down the back of his neck, and he chuckled as he walked around the desk and offered his hand.
“I’m Professor Satki, the official ovipositor of your particular case.”
“…I am going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” Egan muttered, shaking the lizard’s hand. “I – I suppose that there is no avoiding this?”
“Oh, you shouldn’t be trying to. Legally, we can sue you if you do, but I promise, it’s a great deal easier than you think.”
“…Frankly, I’m a man. I – I have never imagined myself with something like that inside of me. I – I don’t even think that I could take something like that.”
“Oh, dear, don’t be so afraid. I promise, we have every technology to make this easier for those living as incubators. And if it helps, just think about the fact that you only have to do it for two months before you can stop. That’s all. Just two months and then you’re free and clear for the next eight years.”
Eight years of guaranteed freedom in exchange for two months carrying an egg. It would have sounded like a better offer if he didn’t have to take the egg in the first place.
Egan looked at his boss. The rat looked back at him with a smirk that said everything: do this, or lose his job.
And he wasn’t going to get another one anytime soon, and without the cover of the civil service, he’d be egged anyway.
“Fine. Two months. That’s it.”
“You’ll be asked again at the end of two months, sir. Now, come, come, we should get you to your room,” Satki said.
It took everything that Egan had to make the first few steps across the lobby. He knew that if he walked through that door, everything would change. He’d never again be the ‘egg-virgin’ that he had been. Everything would be different going forward, all for the sake of a few species that should just deal with it and get on with their lives as egg-bearers. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t.
But he didn’t have a choice. He walked through the door in the hallways of…
An apartment building.
No, not quite an apartment building. They walked by the first two units on the ground floor and he was treated to the view of two very swollen men, both of them polar bears. They were on their couches, their legs spread, their cocks flopped out and slapped against their bellies as they stared up at the ceiling. The proper badger almost stopped dead in his tracks, shocked to see two men displayed so, but then…
Then he saw that they had their legs spread and they had a pillow on the floor. Their hands were between their legs, and – were they rubbing their own asses? It almost looked like they were jiggling them.
“What are they doing?” he whispered.
“Hmm? Ah, getting ready for their egg-laying,” Satki said, nodding at one of the subjects. “They’re not quite there yet, but they’re doing some stretches and pose-practices to make sure their eggs come out smoothly.”
“And they…they just…”
“Stay naked? Yes, actually. It’s quite a bit more comfortable for them in the CEF to stay that way.”
“But the embarrassment –”
“Sir, it’s far more comfortable to be naked when you’re that swollen. If you stay with us – will you be doing that, by the way?”
“I – I…”
He hadn’t been planning on it, but looking back at the bears –
God, they’re…they’re so…
He blushed as he forced himself to look away from their swollen cocks and balls resting on equally-swollen bellies. They were utterly shameless, hard and needy and…
Well, he wondered how anything could feel that good, frankly. His cheeks burned as he rubbed them, shaking his head and looking back at the lizard.
“I’ll consider it.”
“Wonderful. Come on, we’ve got a bit of testing and intake to do.”
“Joy.”
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They passed four other open rooms before reaching the elevator, and once out of that – on the fifth floor – they passed three other apartments that were occupied with residents in various levels of incubation. Here there was an elk with his ass sticking out and a plug deep inside, with only a faint indent at one point of his stomach. There was a stallion, his ass unplugged, a hint of eggshell white showing as it almost slid out three times as the horse moved around.
Egan shivered as he was led to an empty room and nudged inside. A large chair with footrests clearly designed to spread apart waited in the middle of the chamber, and he groaned as he realized that it was for him.
“Do I…Must I…”
“Mmm, there’s never a ‘must,’ but there are consequences for a no,” Nyles said, leaning on the doorframe. “But please, you know that you can take this. It’s one of the things that your species was made for.”
“Mmmph…”
“Take off your clothes, please,” the professor said, gesturing to a small table beside the chair. “We need to take a quick exam before we decide which eggs you’ll be taking.”
As he peeled off his suit jacket, then his shirt, he realized that he was almost hoping that Nyles was right about badgers. The idea of letting someone put something up his ass – something that had never been stretched by another’s finger, let alone something bigger – sent fear-shivers down his spine. And yet…
Yet, he was clenching down inside, almost like his body was preparing for the inevitable insertion. He didn’t know whether to whimper or moan.
Soon, he was down to his briefs. He hesitated with his fingers through the waistband, slowly looking over his shoulder at his boss. The rat just smirked, wiggling his finger downward as if gesturing for him to take them off.
“Mr. Egan, if we are to do this –”
“I know, I know, don’t rush me…”
Shaking his head with his face burning hotter than ever, the badger slowly pulled his briefs down. They hit the floor and he stepped out of them with as much grace as he could summon, his balls swaying as he did and his cock hanging flaccid over them. Nyles whistled behind him.
“Well, you definitely have an ass straight out of a porno,” the councilman said.
“Shut…Up…”
“Sit down, if you please,” the lizard said.
Egan sat down on the chair, focusing on his breathing as the lizard put his feet on the supports. A pair of leather straps wrapped around his ankles, something that he’d expected for the process, but he still gripped the arms of the chair tight as they were gently pushed off to the side.
“Comfortable?” Satki asked.
“…Humiliating, but…yes.”
“Good, good. Now, I’m going to ask you to look up.”
The badger did. The ceiling above him was occupied with some sort of screen, currently black, but –
“I’m going to restrain your head for now. You’re going to keep your eyes on the screen no matter what happens, okay? So long as you do, this won’t be as embarrassing as you think it will be.”
“…”
“Mr. Egan?”
“Alright. Alright.”
As the professor tied his head back, another leather band over his forehead, he did his best not to think about how exposed he was. Cock against his belly, balls flopped over one thigh, his ass cheeks spread by the little divot in the chair and everything on display to his boss – there was no way that he was ever going to live this down. He should be humiliated, or angry, or something.
And he was, but there was something else. Something…something making his cock twitch, and slowly – but surely – rise.
“There we go. Now, just keep staring at the ceiling. I’m going to start examining your anus now.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Just relax.”
The screen turned on. Almost immediately, he blinked at the purple and black spiral that appeared.
“Is that – is that just a spiral?”
“Studies have shown that it helps everyone relax to a certain extent, Mr. Egan. Just stare, if you please, while I work.”
Seemed a little bit trite to him, but anything to not think about someone between his legs would help right now. He took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists before forcing himself to relax and stare at the screen.
The spiral spun, the purple and black lines curving in and slowly pulling his eyes down to the middle of the screen. He tried not to think about the scaly fingers rubbing over his ass cheeks, or the way that the thumbs were already rubbing in gentle circles around his rim. It took every bit of self-control to not clench up or try and pull his legs together. Instead, he kept staring at the screen, forcing himself to keep his eyes on it.
It didn’t take long before it was easier to stare than to think about looking away. He stared to imagine it pulling his eyes right to the middle of the spiral again and again, keeping him distracted from the –
Relax.
Limp.
Loose.
Stare.
Was he thinking those words? He thought he’d seen something, but –
No, no, there was only the spiral. He could focus on that. He just had to keep staring, even as –
Relax.
Loose.
Limp.
Stare.
Yeah. Just…relax, go loose and limp, let the lizard work as he stared.
He was aware of the gentle prodding and poking back there, the weird sensation of a scaly finger sliding past his pucker and rubbing against his inner walls. His toes curled despite himself, a little jiggle running through his cheeks – he felt it, but it was distant, further off as he kept staring at the spiral.
Yes, so easy to keep staring at it. He imagined how it looked back there, almost like his ass was in the middle of the spiral. The little pink hole almost felt like it was super-imposed against the spiral, the pink at the middle replacing the little black dot. The idea of it being his own ass hypnotizing him almost made him laugh.
Almost. He was too relaxed to actually laugh, but it was…amusing…
And hot…hot ass…hypno-butt…
Such an immature thought, but it helped him not feel so stressed. That was a good thing. He could relax with that. Relax and go loose and limp and stare and –
“…and open. He could fit a few eggs, for sure.”
“Go for the biggest ones you can fit. He can take it.”
“Well, badgers do have a certain reputation…and he fits it.”
“Heh, he’s taking your fist alright.”
Fist?
Was he imagining things? The spiral shifted again, almost like there was a background. He…could he see his ass? It looked like…
Four fingers…deep inside me…stretching me –
Relax.
Loose.
Limp.
Stare.
So easy to keep staring. The distant feeling of his ass getting stretched pulsed through him, flexing, open, closed, open, closed, timed to the hand that he could just barely see moving past the spiral.
Then it popped out. A soft, slippery movement. So easy…so…
Slutty.
Yes, that.
He moaned, realizing that his cock had gotten hard at some point. He wanted to giggle again, but no, too much effort. Egan smiled, though, his lips twitching at the corners of his muzzle as –
Something harder, now, something firmer and wider than a finger. He stared at the screen again, unable to look away as he saw something behind the spiral. It wasn’t just his imagination, but that didn’t matter; it felt…good to stare, good to see himself being…filled…stretched…changed…
“Going to need to adjust his position here,” the lizard said, the voice coming from a distance. “I could finger him this way, but getting an egg in –”
“Turn him around, then.”
“Just turn on that other screen…”
For a split-second as he was flipped from sitting to being flipped onto his stomach, he was staring at blank wall. He almost woke up –
Then the wall shimmered into another spiral, once more focused on his own ass. This time, it was far less opaque. This time, he could see his hole stretching, and he could both see and feel the pebbly surface of the egg as it started to slide in.
“Mmm…mmmph…”
Natural egg-bearer.
Slutty.
Horny.
Needy.
Empty.
The words flashed by almost too fast for him to read, but not too fast for him to take in. The more that he saw the spiral spin, the more that the egg pressed against his hole, the more that he imagined how it would feel inside of him. It felt…right, almost. Right, and wanted, and needed.
Badger needs filling.
Hole needs egg.
Stretch.
Relax.
Stretch.
Badger slut.
The words were coming faster and faster as the egg started sliding in. He moaned, his tongue starting to hang out of his mouth as the words embedded themselves deep in his brain.
“Your custom spiral is working well, councilman. I didn’t think he’d take to it that well.”
“Well, once the stick came outta his ass, he needed something else in it,” Nyles said, chuckling quietly. “Tell me when we have at least one ostrich egg in him.”
“Yes, sir.”
The rest of the world faded, replaced by the image of his own ass slowly accepting the egg. He stared as his hole stretched, becoming almost the only thing that he was aware of. The humiliation, the anger, the shame, it all faded away as the spiral pulled him down to something else.
Pleasure. Need. The ‘purpose’ of a badger: to be filled.
He moaned as the thickest part of the egg passed his rim, slowly sliding in and falling against his prostate. His cock swung up against his belly under him, twitching happily from the pressure. He moaned, his eyes trying and failing to roll back.
After all, the spiral was too good to look away from.
“And flex…”
Flex.
Squeeze.
He moaned, doing as he was told, the egg almost coming out before the lizard pushed it in again. Right against his prostate, too.
“Good, good…”
The End
Summary: Well, this was meant to be more of a heavy-egging story, but I think I got a little side-tracked by the world and everything else in it, plus the hypno toward the end, heh. Well, at least you get something.