A Happy Accident
A story in which a mishap leads to some fun with slime and eggs (1,658 words)
(This is to thank you all for 50 followers!)
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You finally found a small business that made super cute slimes at an affordable price and had almost all positive reviews. Their review page was just full of them! It seemed like no one had any complaints.
“Five stars! The slime was so fun to play with”
“This slime was sooooo satisfying!”
“Amazing! I’m tempted to buy 5 more!”
You scrolled through their extensive shop until you found one that caught your eye. “Egg slime? Interesting” you hadn’t seen a design like it before, and you always loved originality. It was a clear slime with little sunny side up egg charms in it. It reminded you of that character Gudetama, who you were always a fan of. You click add to cart and choose the fastest shipping option.
Just a few days later you get a package in the mail. But it’s weirdly large and heavy to be the slime you ordered. You only ordered an 8 ounce container. You cut into the box, curious at what could be inside and you sigh. You got the wrong item. They must’ve accidentally mixed up your order with someone else’s. Instead of your 8 ounce egg slime, you were staring at a gallon bucket full of semi translucent green slime.
You crack open the lid anyway to inspect it. When you stick your hand in to touch it you just get even more confused. It’s way more gelatinous than what you’d expect from a brand new home made slime. It wasn’t stretchy at all, mostly just goopy and slightly solid. In the box you see the sellers business card, with their phone nurse listed in case any problem with your order arose.
You go and grab your phone and dial the number. As you wait for anyone to pick up, your back is turned to the slime, so you don’t notice as it starts to move on it’s own. It creeps out of the box and inches towards you.
Damn it. The phone went to voicemail no one bothered to pick up. “Hey, I think my order may have been switched with someone else’s, my order number was 2547, and instead of the egg slime I got- oh what the fuck???” You felt the slime wrap around your ankle and quickly hang up the phone and try to scramble away. But it seemed to have a good grip on you. It inched it was up your leg, as it reached your groin, you panicked even more as you saw your shorts disintegrate wherever the slime touched.
The slime continued its journey upwards as you froze in panic. It slowly started pushing itself into your cunt. You could feel it molding to the shape of you, displacing itself as it pushed further inside. You moan despite yourself at the feeling of the creature wriggling around inside of your tight hole. As it pulled itself fully in, your stomach started to fill out. It was burrowing into your womb!
You clutch your now rounded out belly in shock, staring at the gravid sphere before you. “What the hell…” you puff out, the sudden new weight in your abdomen making it hard to take in a full breath.
You groaned and rubbed circles over your swollen gut in an attempt to soothe the slime that was now squirming inside of you. You begged it to just hold still you you could adjust. The pressure was astounding and you just wanted it to stop moving. You were annoyed at how pleasurable this was and how wet it was making you to see yourself like this. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across the room and groaned at the sight of your body. You looked like you could be 6 months pregnant.
You cradled your belly as you stood up with great effort. You had to catch yourself on the wall as the new weight sitting low on your pelvis threw you off balance. What were you going to do? How long were you going to be stuck like this? You waddled over to your phone and tried calling the seller again. And yet again it went to voicemail. “What the hell kind of operation are you running?? This is so fucked up you can’t just do this to people! You’re sick!” You angrily hang up and feel weak. You need to sit down. Your muscles are so sore and your churning gut certainly isn’t helping you relax.
As you laze back in your bed, propped up by your many pillows, you can’t help but rub your stomach. Feeling so full and being so round was so oddly satisfying. Sure, you were horrified at your situation, but you were having trouble denying that it wasn’t all bad. You always had a sort of belly kink, and this was an odd way to go about satiating it, but it was certainly working.
You couldn’t help but smooth your hand down your swell and to your dripping pussy. Moaning as you circled your clit. You dipped two fingers inside yourself and were astonished at just how sensitive you were. Slowly thrusting in and out in and out, picking up speed as you went, you quickly came undone. Moaning and clutching one of your breasts and your stomach with your other hand as you brought yourself over the edge. You groaned in pleasure as you came, but quickly silenced as you felt a small fluttering and then a *pop* come from inside you.
You carefully palpate and search your abdomen for any changes, but nothing seemed to be different. You push your confusion aside and continue to touch yourself. You’re still incredibly turned on and can barely think about anything aside from your own arousal. Your sensitivity on grows as you cum over and over again, each time feeling that fluttering and popping. You eventually tire out and collapse back in your bed, exhausted. You turn to look at the clock and are dumbfounded to see that 4 hours had passed. 4 hours of complete and utter bliss. 4 hours of orgasming repeatedly. You quickly fall asleep for the night.
The next morning you wake up and rub your belly. You’d almost thought it had been a dream. This was way too bizarre to be reality. You scrunch your brow as you look more closely at it. It almost looked slightly bigger than what you remember? But no you thought. Nothing had changed since last night so that just wasn’t possible.
You were still incredibly horny and could barely think about anything else. You tried masturbating more, but it just wasn’t enough. Suddenly you feel the slime swirling around inside you and moving down. Was it trying to come out?
You feel it descend into your pussy before pulling right back up. The immense pleasure making you fall to your knees. The slime continues to pump in and out of your pussy through your cervix, ducking you from the inside and leaving you a panting, moaning mess. Soon you’re cumming, and you feel more fluttering followed by those strange pops from inside you. With each orgasm you feel more and more pops from inside your womb, losing count of just how many times the slime has made you come.
Your day continues on like this, with the slime periodically fucking you from the inside out, giving you orgasm after orgasm. Your belly feels fuller than ever and it’s definitely grown. It becoming so large your shirt no longer covers it and is bunched up underneath your breasts.
You can’t seem to keep your hands off of the dome your belly has become. You now look like you could be overdue with twins. You should be concerned, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything other than how pleasurable this experience has been.
It had been a few hours since the slime had last fucked you when you felt a cramp across your stomach. “Probably from how much it’s been stretched” you think. But only a few minutes later another cramp hits you, stronger than the last. You groan as the cramps grow closer and closer together, gripping your belly as you try and pant your way through each wave of soreness.
But suddenly you feel something hard trying to pass through your cervix, and felt a sudden urge to push. You grunt in effort and pleasure as you feel the object slowly moving downwards, hitting all the right spots as it goes. This feels very different from when the slime was fucking you and you could barely wrap your head around it. You were too focused on getting whatever this thing was out of you.
You wince as you feel the mystery object stretch out the opening to your pussy, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you expect. It’s mostly pleasure. The intensity of your orgasm forced the object all the way out and you finally get a glimpse at it. It was an egg. About the size of a tennis ball.
Just as you catch your breath, you feel another egg descending into your birth canal. And another one follows before the second one is even out yet. You rub your clit, trying to heighten the already immense pleasure. This time as you cum two eggs pop out of you in quick succession.
You feel more and more eggs lining up, ready to be laid. Each one inching through your pussy and dragging you closer and closer to orgasm.
The cramping finally subsides, and you look over at the mound of eggs that now lay in front of you. There had to be at least 40 of them. That’s when you remember the name of the slime. “Egg slime”. This was its purpose. You rub your now smaller stomach and realize the slime is still inside you, so who know when or if this will happen again. You hope it’s soon.
