Laying eggs.
Of course I knew all about periods and how it all worked and sort of looked forward to being a woman and being able to make babies. I didn't want a baby when I was young of course but one day it would be amazing to make a baby inside me and to know I could have a baby was an amazing thought. The idea of giving birth was a little scary but also very exciting.
My periods started a bit differently to my friends and I assumed they would get more normal as time went on. They didn’t. Instead of blood in my panties I would find a thick slippery, mucousy sort of package. Sort of like an egg without a shell. It really was a like an unfertilised egg, sort of like a chicken egg but soft and almost that sort of size. I’d feel my tummy get a bit sort of bloated and sensitive once a month and the feelings would build in me and I would then feel a need to push down like I was passing something out of my womb. I’d bear down and out would slide these egg sacks. I’d been masturbating for a few years on and off by the time my periods started and like most girls I had tried pushing a few things inside my vagina to see what a penis might feel like so my hymen was more or less opened so these egg sack sort of things would emerge out from me and sort of ooze from my vagina in a sort of contained glob of goo into my panties. I found it easier if I sort of squatted down and pushed like I thought it might be like to give birth to a baby. I’d pass the egg sack into my vaginal passage and then my vagina would involuntarily squeeze and push the gooey sack out of me just as if I was giving birth or indeed laying an egg. Of course this happened at inconvenient times like at school in class and while walking to school but sometimes while at home. If I tried to resist pushing or not get into the squatting position or even not spread my legs it would eventually just happen anyway and would be expelled from me while I tried to sit still and not make a noise. It was kind of crazy having this warm squishy package push out into my panties between my legs making my panties bulge with its weight and a few times I was really worried it would escape from my panties and plop to the floor which would be very embarrassing. Once the sack of mucussy stuff burst while in my panties and luckily nobody saw but the release of goo was fairly messy and ran down my legs and puddled on the ground. Around the time my body made these each month I would try and wear gym or sports panties to hopefully help hold the thing just in case I wasn't able to get to a bathroom to empty my panties of the egg sack straight away. Usually I could get to a toilet in time to plop it straight into the toilet rather than in my panties but it was sometimes kind of fun pushing one out in class into my panties as well. Expelling these egg things I found made me feel sexually excited and an amount of slippery lubricating fluid would also be released into my vagina to ease the passage of the egg sack just like being aroused and making slippery lube stuff to allow a penis to slip into my vagina. I would try and put a panty liner in my panties when I thought I was due of course so it wasn't really a problem and I quite enjoyed the feelings of it all. “Laying my eggs”, as I started calling it often made me have a little orgasm and if it happened when I was alone I would touch myself and diddle my clitty as my vagina expelled the egg package and I would orgasm quite intensely from the feeling of it passing from deep inside me and opening up my labia to be pushed out.
As time went on and when I got older things started to change and the eggs became more like a chicken egg with a shell as well. The first time I laid a proper egg I was really shocked. Luckily I was home alone and I laid out a towel in my room on the floor to squat over. I knew it felt bigger and harder than usual inside me and the sexual excitement I felt was extraordinary as the egg worked its way through my cervix, down my vaginal tube and then pushed my labia open and emerged from my body. Luckily they are a little smaller than chicken eggs and sometimes 2 or more follow the first one over the course of a day once a month. To date I have laid as many as 8 in one day. I say luckily they are smaller than chicken eggs because although a baby is much bigger, passing the eggs down and out through my vaginal opening can be a bit of work. The day I laid 8 eggs was wild as I just couldn't get to the toilet every time I needed to and the eggs had to be held in my panties until I could dispose of them. I suspect I walked a bit funny. I really enjoy being at home on laying day as I can set myself up with a few towels and bounce from one beautiful orgasm to another as my eggs emerge and I give birth to them
Nobody can tell me why I make eggs like this but it still happens now. Boyfriends don't know I lay eggs and I have managed to keep it secret so far. It really is amazing being able to lay eggs. I really, really love it.
Of course I knew all about periods and how it all worked and sort of looked forward to being a woman and being able to make babies. I didn't want a baby when I was young of course but one day it would be amazing to make a baby inside me and to know I could have a baby was an amazing thought. The idea of giving birth was a little scary but also very exciting.
My periods started a bit differently to my friends and I assumed they would get more normal as time went on. They didn’t. Instead of blood in my panties I would find a thick slippery, mucousy sort of package. Sort of like an egg without a shell. It really was a like an unfertilised egg, sort of like a chicken egg but soft and almost that sort of size. I’d feel my tummy get a bit sort of bloated and sensitive once a month and the feelings would build in me and I would then feel a need to push down like I was passing something out of my womb. I’d bear down and out would slide these egg sacks. I’d been masturbating for a few years on and off by the time my periods started and like most girls I had tried pushing a few things inside my vagina to see what a penis might feel like so my hymen was more or less opened so these egg sack sort of things would emerge out from me and sort of ooze from my vagina in a sort of contained glob of goo into my panties. I found it easier if I sort of squatted down and pushed like I thought it might be like to give birth to a baby. I’d pass the egg sack into my vaginal passage and then my vagina would involuntarily squeeze and push the gooey sack out of me just as if I was giving birth or indeed laying an egg. Of course this happened at inconvenient times like at school in class and while walking to school but sometimes while at home. If I tried to resist pushing or not get into the squatting position or even not spread my legs it would eventually just happen anyway and would be expelled from me while I tried to sit still and not make a noise. It was kind of crazy having this warm squishy package push out into my panties between my legs making my panties bulge with its weight and a few times I was really worried it would escape from my panties and plop to the floor which would be very embarrassing. Once the sack of mucussy stuff burst while in my panties and luckily nobody saw but the release of goo was fairly messy and ran down my legs and puddled on the ground. Around the time my body made these each month I would try and wear gym or sports panties to hopefully help hold the thing just in case I wasn't able to get to a bathroom to empty my panties of the egg sack straight away. Usually I could get to a toilet in time to plop it straight into the toilet rather than in my panties but it was sometimes kind of fun pushing one out in class into my panties as well. Expelling these egg things I found made me feel sexually excited and an amount of slippery lubricating fluid would also be released into my vagina to ease the passage of the egg sack just like being aroused and making slippery lube stuff to allow a penis to slip into my vagina. I would try and put a panty liner in my panties when I thought I was due of course so it wasn't really a problem and I quite enjoyed the feelings of it all. “Laying my eggs”, as I started calling it often made me have a little orgasm and if it happened when I was alone I would touch myself and diddle my clitty as my vagina expelled the egg package and I would orgasm quite intensely from the feeling of it passing from deep inside me and opening up my labia to be pushed out.
As time went on and when I got older things started to change and the eggs became more like a chicken egg with a shell as well. The first time I laid a proper egg I was really shocked. Luckily I was home alone and I laid out a towel in my room on the floor to squat over. I knew it felt bigger and harder than usual inside me and the sexual excitement I felt was extraordinary as the egg worked its way through my cervix, down my vaginal tube and then pushed my labia open and emerged from my body. Luckily they are a little smaller than chicken eggs and sometimes 2 or more follow the first one over the course of a day once a month. To date I have laid as many as 8 in one day. I say luckily they are smaller than chicken eggs because although a baby is much bigger, passing the eggs down and out through my vaginal opening can be a bit of work. The day I laid 8 eggs was wild as I just couldn't get to the toilet every time I needed to and the eggs had to be held in my panties until I could dispose of them. I suspect I walked a bit funny. I really enjoy being at home on laying day as I can set myself up with a few towels and bounce from one beautiful orgasm to another as my eggs emerge and I give birth to them
Nobody can tell me why I make eggs like this but it still happens now. Boyfriends don't know I lay eggs and I have managed to keep it secret so far. It really is amazing being able to lay eggs. I really, really love it.
