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KINKTOBER: DAY 18
🕑 Added 2025-11-24 17:55:25 +0000 UTCDay 18: Size queen
WORD COUNT: 4K
SUMMARY: One moment, James is playing with his new toy, pushing one of the new silicone eggs he just brought. Next, he's pushing a baby out in his home office in the middle of a work meeting.
TAGS: mpreg, cis mpreg, anal play, rapid pregnancy, fast birth, anal birth, public birth, if you squint a bit of body horror, nsfw, +18James had always known what he liked.
Not only men, but big men.
What could he say? He had a preference. He liked his man big and well-hung. He liked good sex. And for him, good sex couldn't come without the stretch. Without the perfect amount of burn. Without the perfect flux of pain giving into pleasure eventually as his hole stretched around the shaft of a good cock.
One of his favorite toys was the perfect silicone eggs he had bought years ago. They fit inside of him so snug, so perfectly, stretching his tight hole to perfect every single time. James was able to fit at least three of them inside his ass, feeling them rub up against his prostate, stuffing him up. Then, his least favorite part was when the moment of pushing them out came. Not that he didn't like it, but the orgasm that pushing out the last egg always provided sometimes wasn't able to override the feeling of emptiness as the last egg would pop out of his gaping anus.
The eggs were perfect, but if he had to be honest, they were starting to feel a bit...small.
The whole move had been a whirlwind. One day, James was simply packing his whole life to put it inside the back of a truck and drive it to the other side of the country. It wasn't for the weak. And since the first moment of this whole shit show that was the move, he regretted it all: he should have paid for movers instead of insisting on doing everything himself, because that old body of his was no longer in his twenties. His brain was trying to be on everything at once.
That was why, when he finally realized his precious eggs were missing, many hours later, while he unpacked his life in his new flat, he knew that they were officially MIA. And there was no foresight that they could come back.
It fit like a glove, the opportunity to treat himself and get a new toy.
The new ones, however, looked a bit too...big.
So, yeah. The new ones did look a bit too big. The moment he unpacked them, his eyebrows raised as he stared down at his new toy. They were huge. Bigger than his last eggs. Almost threatening, but James was not one to back up from anything, even less, a potential amazing orgasm.
James liked a good challenge. And the blood already rushing towards his dick just by staring at the size of his new toy didn't make him think about it twice.
Somehow, he didn’t realize how actually big they were going to be until he held them in his open hand, when he felt how heavy the eggs were. Silicone, yes, but somehow... very dense. More than he was used to, at least.
He couldn't wait to get them inside of him.
James wanted to get one of those bad boys on, sit through his meeting, and then push it out afterwards. And the plan was simple: he had a meeting at 12 pm that should be done by 12:30. Just the sweet timeframe where he could enjoy feeling his new toy inside of him.
Not the first time he had done something like that. Work from home perks.
So, yes. The first thing James did that morning was roll over, the bed creaking under his weight, and reach on his bedside table for the lube.
The feeling that the egg was still huge had not faded away, and now, as he stared at the toy in his hands, a buzz washed over his body, half panic and half excitement creeping up his skin.
James opened the bottle and put a generous amount of lube on the egg before putting the bottle back into his nightstand. His fingers brushed over the smooth surface as he spread the lube, before they moved between his legs, sliding slick fingers over his hole.
Then, the egg slid inside of him with a smooth, slow movement.
The first hint of pressure made him gasp, the muscles of his body tensing in reflex at the awareness of something trying to force its way into her. Shit. That was good. He forced himself to relax. Breathe in. Breathe out.
He pushed the toy further inside him.
James' chest heaved, his body tensing as he felt his hole starting to stretch around the hard surface of the foreign object forcing its way inside of him. He let his head fall back against the pillow, his body sinking against the mattress.
Between his legs, his hands twitched. He pushed the egg further in.
Relax. He told himself to relax. He forced his hand to shove the egg inside of him slowly. James felt his hole opening, stretching wider around the round surface as the egg slid completely inside of him, a low sound grating his throat as he squirmed, his legs parting.
James straightened himself up a bit. He was sure that he had slid the egg fully inside of him, but when he tilted his head to stare between his legs, he realized that the egg was barely halfway in. He could feel it big and solid on his ass, and either he had become tighter, or he had, again, grossly misjudged his little toy's size.
“Come on…” James panted, moving.
His hand slid past his hard dick and towards his hole until the palm of his hand pressed against the egg, cupping the base. His free hand dug against the mattress, fingers tightening around the sheets, and he exhaled, his body loosening up as he pushed in.
His hole burned at the stretch, James' body shrieking when his ass started to open around the widest part of the egg. Holy shit.
His cock twitched between his legs. He could feel the heat taking over his body, the blood slowly moving downwards. His body buzzed at the feeling, his dick turning rock hard as James let himself feel it, feel the toy pushing inside of him, the sudden fullness taking over him.
James exhaled, his hips bucking against his hand as he slid the toy inside his ass fully, the egg settling inside of him. A drop of precum dripped from his cock.
It was going to be a fun morning.
***
The fabric of his pants felt so tight. Not only because he had been postponing buying new ones a size bigger, but because his cock was hard, throbbing against the tight fabric of his pants, trapped under the stiff cotton twill. Now he looked like a proper gentleman: face clean, hair combed, a nice belt, and his nice shoes on.
Even if all his coworkers were going to see was his face. He could have gotten away with just brushing his hair and putting on a clean shirt, but James could do better than that.
And also, it made him more excited to think that the toy was still nestled deep inside of him while he was there, sitting through his meeting and playing office in his neat slacks. That was half of the fun.
James hummed as his boss turned on her webcam, Janice's voice cutting through the quiet of his home office.
“Alright, everyone,” Janice said. "We'll start in 2. Get your cameras on, make sure your mics are working.”
James nodded to himself. His body moved on automatic pilot as he leaned back, but his body jerked when he felt the burn. His ass still hurt. James cleared his throat, his hands tightening around the armrests of his chair as he shifted his weight, trying to avoid sitting directly against the soft cushions. He could still feel the burn and the stretch of the egg opening him earlier, and now, he could feel the pressure.
He exhaled quietly, his eyes locked on the screen, staring at himself to make sure his expressions weren't telling anything he didn't want to say, then let his body sink against the chair.
He felt full. The egg was nestled deep inside his ass, heavy and dense and so good. Every time he moved, he could feel the egg moving further and deeper inside of him, rubbing against his prostate, and James wasn't sure if the pressure he was feeling was his own arousal taking over or his body trying to push the egg out.
He leaned and turned his webcam on, waving a hand to Janice. Then, he watched as his coworker's faces started to appear.
He felt his dick moving against the fabric of his pants when he felt the egg moving inside of him as he let his body sink further against the chair. James cleared his throat, trying to keep his body from squirming in place as he got an erection.
James could feel and see the skin of his face flushing red on the screen, equal parts embarrassment and lust. He just couldn't help it; he just had to stuff himself up, to fuck himself with an egg in the middle of his work, trying to pretend that there wasn't a huge mass up his ass and constantly pressing against his prostate, that he wasn't trying to hide his raging boner from his coworkers.
James moved, his body weight shifting, the egg pressing harder against his prostate. The sudden fullness as the egg nestled on his ass rubbed against his sensitive spot, sending a wave of pleasure through his body, the palm of his hands buzzing. The man pushed his chair forward in an attempt to keep the growing bulge in his pants from the webcam frame.
He could feel the fabric of his boxers becoming damp and sticky as precum leaked from his throbbing dick with every movement, a wet patch starting to form on the crotch of his work pants. Bad day to wear gray.
***
The moment James finished reading out loud all the neatly organized notes he had prepared, his attention drifted far away from the meeting. He should've been listening to Janice or Andrew, but now that the notes were resting on the side of his desk, James could let his brain lock in the feeling of fullness that had taken over his body, the feeling of the toy buried deep inside of him.
At first, it was nice. Just perfect. The stretch, the invariant pressure of his prostate as he sat down there, the feeling of his throbbing dick pressing against the fabric of his pants, sending pulses of electric rush through his body.
The friction and pressure every time he shifted in his chair were perfect.
By the moment the meeting hit the half-hour mark, something... changed.
James didn't want to say something was wrong; he refused to let his brain panic, but he couldn't ignore the weird feeling on his body.
The man cleared his throat, squirmed in place when he felt the feeling sinking in his stomach, a quiet grumble that shouldn't be there, his gut was churning, and he could feel movement. Probably just trapped gas, right?
He tried to ignore it. He successfully managed to ignore it for a while, letting his brain enjoy the feeling of pressure every time the egg brushed against his prostate, to focus on Janice's voice, on the pleasure of his dick grinding against the fabric of his pants every time his hips jerked.
Fifteen minutes. That was all he was able to not notice.
Something was wrong.
He felt full. He felt stretched. A bit too much.
There was a dull pain in his hips, radiating through his bones. James felt like something big and heavy —bigger and heavier than the toy— was nestled deep inside of him. It couldn't be possible. It couldn't be possible, and it wasn't right that it felt like the egg had become bigger inside of him.
The chair groaned when James shifted, moving his weight. On screen, his eyes moved over the small pop-up that let him know his mic was off, in case he wanted to talk, then to his own reflection on the small square in the corner of the screen.
His boss was still talking about numbers and meetings with partners and something that James knew he should be paying attention to, dutifully taking notes, but all he could focus on was the unrelenting feeling of pressure growing on his ass.
James swallowed. His stomach gurgled, the muscles of his stomach tensing, contracting. He cleared his throat and leaned forward.
Janice was still talking. One of his coworkers decided to chime in with something useless and stupid. If this were any other day, James would have let his body deflate against the chair, let himself sink, and try not to roll his eyes. But now his body was tense and leaning forward to avoid sitting down with the whole weight of his body. If he shifted, if he moved back down, the pressure on his ass would send a sharp pain through his pelvis, splintered through his bones as if something were trying to open him from the inside.
One of his hands tightened around the armrests of his chair, and the other one moved down. James stared at his own reflection, watching his own hand disappear out of view, and his fingers pressed down on his middle.
Hard. Taut. His eyes snapped down, at himself, then quickly back up at Janice's voice. He moved his fingers to untuck his shirt enough to be able to slide his fingers under, letting them press against the soft skin of his stomach.
Everything was exactly the same, except that he could feel the taut muscle under his fingertips, a sudden and sharp cramp taking over. James almost choked on his own saliva when he felt it. His fingers traced over the weird shape of something in his stomach, something big and heavy that protruded against the tight skin.
“James,” Janice's voice interrupted. “You had news on the deal with Johnson?”
James rushed to turn his mic on, his hand darting away from the tense surface of his stomach. God, this was getting weird. How on earth did things turn south? Did he accidentally eat something bad? His body was suddenly conservative against fucking himself with a dildo?
“Huh, yes, uh…” he cleared his throat. “The deal. Yes. They said that…”
Something moved down. James' words trailed off at the sudden feeling of something inside of him pushing downwards, the pressure in his ass moving down. His body tensed at the feeling, because holy shit, what the fuck was going on right now? James swallowed. It felt as if his body had lost total control of all of his muscles, and now his guts were trying to come out of him.
James cleared his throat, blinking away the sudden tears in his eyes, forcing himself to focus on Janice on the screen in front of him.
“...that, uh, they were going to discuss it a bit more with …shit,” James hissed. His muscles tensed immediately in response to the sharp feeling expanding in his bottom when he felt whatever was inside of him moving down again. “Mhm…their expansion teams. We aren't fully sure yet…!”
James pressed his teeth together, a sharp pain expanding through his jaw at the strain on the muscles, his nails digging at the skin of his right palm while his other hand tightened around the chair armrest, the skin of his knuckles turning white.
Oh, shit. Something was very wrong.
Very wrong. James could feel the same pressure from before, the feeling of the toy nestled deep inside of him, but ten times worse. It felt like his bones were breaking apart to let whatever was inside of him force its way out. All of it was still there, the stretch, the burn, the constant touching against his prostate, but the pleasure had been replaced by a terrible discomfort.
An idea crossed his mind. James almost scoffed. That was just ridiculous. The sole chance that the toy inside of him had grown was just ridiculous.
And yet, that was all James could feel. Fucking too full.
It just couldn't be anything else. He could feel it. Big and heavy and pushing down.
He swallowed. Janice nodded, scribbling something down on her notepad. James was quietly praying that they would finally move on, that they would forget about Jonson and the whole deal, and he could turn his camera off. He was mentally going over all the prayers he knew for anything that could give him a minute to sort out his issue right now.
James was sure his boss was just about to go on to the next topic. His body leaned forward, his hand hovering over the mouse, ready to turn off his camera.
Then, Andrew's mic turned on, his voice coming through James' speakers.
Oh, son of a bitch. Of course, the bastard had to give input right now. James' fingers twitched around the armrest, his breath faltering for a moment when he felt the unmistakable feeling of his ass starting to stretch open. The pain immediately spread to his whole body, his face turning red when the pressure started to build again against his prostate, his dick throbbing against the fabric, raw and swollen. He needed to cum so bad. He needed to release all this pressure somehow.
Pain vibrated through his jaw at the constant tension of trying to keep his restraint, his jaw set to try and keep himself from moving, from squirming. His reflection in the screen got lost in a glitch in the video for a moment.
God, fucking hell, his hips hurt so bad, it felt as if someone had just stuck a knife in his lower back and was just twisting it around. James barely could sit straight, barely could let himself sit down properly without feeling like his hole was being torn open.
“Have you reached out to their expansion manager yet?” Andrew asked.
Shit. He had to go to the bathroom. He couldn't hold it in anymore. That was the only thing that filled his brain as he tried to compute a proper answer to address his coworker, the sharp feeling of his stomach tensing and cramping, the feeling that something inside of him was forcing its way out now, and no matter how hard James tried, he couldn't stop his body from pushing.
James' body tensed, his muscles locking in, a desperate try to fight his own body.
“Yes, Andrew,” James hissed, shifting his weight, “I…mhm…yes, I’ve…!”
For a moment, he didn't breathe. He didn't move. James' eyes remained focused on his reflection on his computer, the pale skin staring back at him. All of his effort was on trying to keep his face from turning into a scowl of discomfort.
He needed to go to the bathroom right now.
“Yes, I’ve contacted her,” James breathed. His own face turned red. A whimper escaped his throat involuntarily, “She…mhgn…!”
God, something was forcing its way out of him.
“Sorry, excuse me…!” James grunted, reaching forward, knocking his notes off his notes in the process as he scrambled for his mouse.
His hands trembled, the cursor hovering over the turn camera off button. “I gotta…nhgn…go!”
He barely managed to turn his camera off before a scream broke through his throat, panic seething through every pore of his body as James leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of his desk.
He could feel something trying to come out. Like, literally. His eyes widened when he felt the familiar feeling of his anus stretching around the circumference of something huge, the familiar weight pressing down on his prostate, making his dick throb.
When he first slid the toy inside of him that morning, it felt so, so much smaller than whatever this was.
"Aghnn!" James moaned, "Oh, God. Oh, God, hgnmmmm!"
The man barely managed to take a few tentative steps towards the door, the voices of his coworkers fading into the background. The door. James had intended to reach the door. The only thing he managed to do was let his fingers tighten around the door frame, the wooden surface grating the palms of his hands when his legs gave in, his knees buckling, James' body forcing him into a half squat.
“...nhgb, shit, no…!” James moaned, one of his hands reaching for the hem of his pants.
Just the desperate, clumsy attempt of tugging at the fabric of his pants caused it to brush against his dick, hard and burning inside his boxers, his body convulsing at the touch. The pleasure that crashed over him only lasted a second before it crossed the threshold into pain.
“Oh, nhgb…!” James whimpered, looking down at himself, feeling his ass spread wider around the mass coming out of him. “Mhhgn…something…oh, God, something's coming out!”
Whatever was trying to crawl outside his damn ass was huge, and it couldn't be anything even close to normal. He could feel it. He could feel the weight moving down his insides and the pain of his hole stretching around it, the now constant and heavy pressure pressing against his prostate.
“Aghn…!” James moaned. His legs trembled when he forced himself to straighten up, hands sliding under the hem of his pants, “Get off. Get off…!”
A sharp pain took over his middle. James felt it sprout at the base of his stomach and extend to his lower back, his hips. His body shuddered, the pain forcing another moan out of him, forcing James to bend over himself. It felt as if someone were trying to twist his guts from the inside.
James barely managed to undo his belt and hastily shake it partially off, enough to let the fabric of his pants loosen up a bit against his erect cock.
The moment he finally managed to pull the fabric his boxers, his dick bouncing out free finally, red and swollen thanks to the constant stimulation of his prostate and the constant rubbing against the fabric of his pants, James had only a second to enjoy the overwhelming feeling of pleasure before his eyes snapped open, wide, mouth parting as he felt the burn in his asshole.
James couldn't believe that the one thing he had enjoyed so much just a few minutes earlier —the stretch, the fullness— was now overwhelmingly torturous.
A guttural moan escaped his lips, the only thing clear in his mind amidst the haze of overwhelming extremes —pain and pleasure blending and not letting him understand which one was the one taking over, one moment his hard dick throbbing and leaking with his own cum and the next, the feeling of his ass being torn apart by whatever was trying to come out.
Something skated out.
“Oh my God, oh my god, shit!” James screamed.
He had given up long ago in trying to reach the bathroom or in trying to make any sense of what the fuck was going on. All James could think about was the feeling of something round and huge pushing out of him, and the feeling of his body screaming at him that, indeed, it needed to come out. Now.
His head fell against his chest, eyes closing as he pushed. He pushed. His dick twitched in front of him when something rubbed against his prostate, sending a crushing wave of electricity through his body. James leaned forward, his hands grasping at his own knees as he let himself fall into a half squat, legs trembling and head hanging low. He was sure it was a rather pathetic picture; that was all he could think about. The sudden spiral of shame he was sliding into as his body slowly took over these urges. He just couldn't control his own body or what was happening or what it was doing; all he could do now was push and let himself succumb to the pain of getting it out, whatever was inside of him.
“Aghhnnn!” James screamed, clenching his teeth. “God, shit, ughn…!”
His body contorted into itself; all he could focus on was the feeling of the skin around his anus taut and pulling to accommodate what was starting to come out, his ass starting to bulge. James' hand fisted into the fabric of his pants at his knees, tugging the fabric down. He spread his legs as best as he could, knees jerking apart, and his back arched when his body pushed again.
Another scream escaped his mouth when he felt his hole stretching impossibly wide, the burn of the bulging skin of his ass stretching to the limit. God, he had to be dying. He had to be dying. This hurt so bad. It was a miracle he was still able to stand.
James tried to catch his breath, his head spinning and stars igniting behind his eyes for a moment before he could focus, before he could actually look down between his own legs.
Holy shit. The dizziness from the pain, the haziness in his vision didn't help with the feeling he was about to pass out, not only from the excruciating pain, from the pressure on his ass, from the overwhelming feeling of something rubbing against his prostate, but because there was a baby's head dangling between his legs, sliding out of him.
Unmistakable. There was thick black hair, damp and slick with blood, coming out of his wrecked hole.
James had never felt something so big spreading him open or filling him up. He had never felt so much pressure.
And for fuck's sake, he was pushing out a fucking baby while Janice's voice was coming from the speakers of his computer as she went on with that damned meeting.
James let out a scream, his fingers digging at the skin of his thighs as he pushed. Actively pushed, feeling the huge head stretching him open. The head slid further out. The pressure against his prostate eased for a moment before it took over again, as if the baby's body were pushing against it. His whole body trembled when the head just popped halfway out of him, a wail escaping his mouth as his eyes rolled at the back of his head. He came, his cum shooting in front of him as his head pulsated, pleasure crawling up his body.
Oh, God, there was so much pressure. He could feel his wrecked hole burning as his ass stretched wide around the biggest part of the head. His dick was deflated, but the pressure against his prostate was still sending throbbing feelings of bliss through his body, blending in with the pain. He could feel his body swinging between the pleasure and the misery, and against his own belief —James did not think that he could feel anything else— his body trembled when the head popped out of him with another orgasm.
He didn't ejaculate this time, his dick still soft between his legs, but he felt his body throbbing with the remains of his orgasm as the shoulders started to stretch him again.
"Hnnng, shit...!" James whimpered, his body pushing again. "Ohitscomingout, coming out now...!
His hands moved from his knees, one moving to grip the door frame, the other moving between his legs to cup the head. That was what he had to do, right? Not like James was really thinking much about anything besides pushing this baby out —as if that didn't sound crazy enough— but shit, this baby was coming now. For good.
He wailed, his body contorting, muscles tensing as he pushed. The shoulders slid out of him, and before James realized, both his hands darted between his legs to catch the baby that slid out of him.
James swallowed. His body was still trembling. All he could focus on was the weight of the small body in his hand and the cries filling up his ears. Behind him, Andrew said something.
He probably should start thinking about bringing up paternity leave to Janice.
