Crème Eggs

by ArgosyDreamer

mc; Mg; Mdom; oral; inc; ???

Kaylee rolled over.

The eight-year old was on the chubby side, and her sweet tooth was obvious to anyone who looked at her. If she had a motif, it was candy of every conceivable kind. Even her nightshirt was candy striped. Copper-reddish hair splayed out around her head as she moved, stopping abruptly when she hit a lump on her pillow that hadn’t been there when she’d gone to bed, or even an hour before.

Her eyes opened, and in the early morning light blinked at the object on her pillow. It was an egg. A shiny purple egg she’d never seen before.

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion, and sniffed in annoyance. That sniff brought in the scent of sweet chocolate, and her hand reached out and touched it, bringing it close and looking it over. The wrapper really wasn’t purple, she found, but more a weird shining foil that ran from purple to blue and red and black and back again. She smelt it again and sighed at the scent of chocolate.

She tugged on the wrapper, which slid off without tearing and in one smooth rectangle. She studied it, drawn in by the colors shifting and warping. It was so pretty, and made her feel so calm…

Her reverie was broken by a growl from her stomach. Kaylee suddenly remembered that there was a chocolate egg in her hand. She promptly tossed the egg in her mouth and began chewing. She sighed at the sweet chocolate melting in her mouth. It was sheer bliss. Then the egg’s cream hit her tongue, and she bucked, finding out what bliss truly was.

The cream was inhuman. It was perfection in candy form. It melted her mind like the chocolate melted in her mouth. Her thighs were wet, and she saw stars as her body thrashed in utter pleasure. Slowly, she came down from her pleasure high, body coming back under control.

Her mouth twisted upwards in a dopey grin, and her mind was only filled with thoughts of the crème egg’s incredible center.



It was lunchtime, and Kaylee stat down at the lunch table. Her face was still twisted in a dopey grin as she unpacked her PB & Gnutella sandwich. She took a bite as her friend Melody sat down. “Good sandwhich?” Melody asked her.

Kaylee nodded. “Really good.”

Both girls’ voices were airy, spacey, as if they weren’t all there. Both wore near-identical grins, and ate their favorite lunches as though they lacked something. There was a time where both would’ve noticed something wrong, but neither really noticed.

Kaylee thought about it, for a fleeting instant, before her mind returned to the crème egg and it’s beautiful wrapper. It crowded her thoughts, and she was having a hard time thinking of anything else. She almost missed the bell for class simply thinking of how much pleasure it had given her.



Kaylee plopped down in her chair in Mrs. Willow’s class. She noticed her teacher looked a little pregnant, but the thought fled her mind an instant later when the crème egg barged back in. Her eyes drifted, attracted to every purple object in class, half-believing them to be more crème eggs.

“Kaylee!”

The bellowed name brought her back to reality, briefly. Mrs. Willow glared at her, and pointed at the bored. “The answer to the math problem, please!”

Kaylee thought about it, doing her best to ignore the obvious urge, and came up with a confused “Two?”

Her teacher looked at the problem, and smiled. “No, silly. The answer is crème eggs!”

Kaylee blinked, body shuddering a little. Mrs. Willow pulled down the map. It was covered in the pretty purple foil. Her mind blanked, suddenly filled with images of the crème egg, and something deeper. Something she should obey. Part of her worried, briefly, but the calming purple soothed her.

She barely noticed her teacher’s pregnant belly growing, making her look very pregnant.



Kaylee rolled over. There was another lump on her pillow. Her eyes opened, and she gasped in delighted joy. There were four crème eggs there, as dawn broke on what she believed would be a wonderful Friday.

She knew she shouldn’t gobble them all down like she normally would. She opened one, and began to lick and suck at it. She was determined to make these crème eggs last!



Kaylee’s mind was so occupied on making her crème eggs last, she didn’t notice the odd things around her. Her mom wasn’t there to make breakfast. She’d gone to school in her underwear, which was soaked through, sky blue fabric having gone translucent, and her socks.

She didn’t notice as she sat down that there were no boys in class today, only girls. All of them in various stages of undress and disarray. All of them working on crème eggs of their own, and all of them focused on the pretty purple foil where the map used to be.

Her mind was empty when the bell rang for lunch and she shuffled into the cafeteria. Still no boys. No adult teachers. Just nearly naked girls sucking on crème eggs and talking, occasionally punctuated by a loud moan of blissful howl as a girl broke through the chocolate and ate the special cream.

Melody sat next to her. “Parents gone,” she said to Kaylee. “Stay with you?”

“Surrrrrre…” Kaylee droned. The next instant the pair had collapsed into orgasmic bliss, tangling in one another’s limbs. Kaylee was sure she felt her mind leaking out between her legs, from what the wrappers said was her pussy.

It was so silly. Her wet hole wasn’t a cat!



Both girls were desperate as they stumbled into Kaylee’s home. They’d finished the last of their crème eggs on the way home. The wrappers had helped mitigate the cravings, at least a little. They’d told the girls how to get more of the wonderful crème, but Kaylee hadn’t seen the source all day.

Kaylee and Melody dumped their wet panties and filthy socks at the door and stumbled around. Crème eggs, or the source of the cream. One or the other, they needed it, and needed it badly. Their eyes locked on a trail off shiny purple wrappers, which they followed, minds dripping out their wet cunts.

Down they went, into the basement, into the office of Kaylee’s daddy. They flopped over, scent of chocolate and special cream overwhelming them. They crawled forward, heads moving into the lap of Kaylee’s daddy. Their tongues and lips wandered over his cock, licking up special cream that had already been spilt. Kaylee’s mouth covered his cock, and started sucking. Her cheeks went concave as she sucked, head moving back and forth. She needed it, needed daddy’s cream. She couldn’t live without it. And she got it, squirting thick and warm and oh-so-perfect over her tongue and down her throat. Her body bucked in pleasure, pussy squirting, mind breaking under the influence of her daddy’s special cream.

As Melody took the cock of her friend’s dad down her throat, Kaylee looked around the room, crawling over. She smiled at mommy and Kaylee’s mommy and Mrs. Willow. Their stomachs were bloated, pregnant. Each of them was moaning loudly, pussies squirting, and every so often a batch of crème eggs would tumble from their wet cunts.

Kaylee crawled between her mommy and Mrs. Willow, smiling up at her mother. Her mother returned the smile, eyes a shiny pretty purple, and her airy dopey grin as vacant as her gaze. As Melody fell from her daddy’s cock, Kaylee knew they’d all be like their mommies and teacher, slaves to the crème eggs and the things that had made them, their new masters. They’d drink the boys’ special crème, and lay eggs to help the Masters bring more hosts in.

Even this thought was gone as her mom brought Kaylee’s mouth to a swollen breast, and Kaylee suckled liquid chocolate from mommy’s tit. Her stomach shuddered and swelled, and she knew her first crème eggs were growing inside her.

A crème egg world. Kaylee could hardly wait.

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