The Fourth Comes with an Accident
…Well, chasing Huey out had gone fine enough.
"What am I supposed to do now…?"
Honestly, if I was being completely frank with myself, I already knew. Without someone else's help, laying this egg was next to impossible.
"Hnn—"
A wave of pleasure rolled through my entire body, making me shudder. I forced myself to start thinking of a way out of this mess.
Two options.
One was calling for Lucy. Looking at how she usually acted, I worried she might just use it as blackmail material later. Still, she was surprisingly considerate of other people when it counted, so it would probably be fine. Probably.
The downside was that, from the standpoint of someone who used to be a man, having to make such an embarrassing request of a girl was a little…
Anyway. If I didn't want to call Lucy, the remaining option was calling Huey back.
…That one was off the table.
My body was still reacting just from the one time he'd helped me out in the desert. If he put his hands on me again… it would be dangerous.
"—Peep!?"
…See? All I did was remember the way Huey had pressed down on my stomach, and my body reacted this violently.
"Ugh, I'm seriously going to die."
The pain that had felt like needles stabbing every inch of me had been bearable. But now that the pain had flipped over into pleasure, I honestly couldn't take it.
I vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that there were animals whose entire bodies were erogenous zones. That was exactly what I looked like right now.
"Haah…"
Even the slightest movement pulled a heated moan from my lips. Mortified, I flushed red and squirmed for a while before something finally clicked.
"Ah—this might work."
I managed to kick off my lower clothes and found a position that would let me press down on my belly efficiently. Kneeling with my legs together, I wrapped my wings around my stomach, then leaned forward at the waist. The pressure on my lower abdomen felt surprisingly decent.
"Haa… somehow it even feels a little more stable…"
I still had the nagging sense that something ought to be pressed right up against my belly, but for now, pressing it myself would have to do.
And so I curled up face-down on the bed with my hips raised, and got to work on the actual business of laying eggs.
"Hhh—nnh…!"
Maybe it was the full-body pain, but my senses were sharper than usual. I bit down hard on the blanket by my head, then pressed my hips down and squeezed my belly with my wings.
Crrrk…
The sensation of the egg inside me forcing open the entrance to my womb came through more vividly than ever before.
"Ghh—nnngh."
Unlike usual, my body was already burning hot. The thickest part of the egg hovered right at the threshold, pressing and massaging the entrance of my womb in slow, deliberate pulses, as if it might slip free at any second.
Sliip.
"Kyaahn…!"
Then, smooth as anything, the egg slid down into my passage. I did my best to ignore the sticky wetness seeping out beneath my raised hips, and this time clenched my backside tight, pushing the egg that had lodged inside me further down.
"Hhh… haah…"
Careful not to let my breathing fall apart, I shoved hard against the thin, elastic membrane holding the egg in place. Eyes closed, I focused entirely on the sensations inside my body for a long moment.
"—Nnh♡"
Crrrk…
A thick, wet sound as the entrance between my legs stretched wide open—and with a denser, stickier noise than usual, the first egg dropped onto the bed with a soft plop.
"Hooo…"
Part of me wanted to just push the rest out right then and there. But the more I rushed, the more I'd wreck myself. So first I took a deep breath and steadied myself.
Now for the second egg.
"Hyaahk."
I'd already laid something like ten of these by count, and still I couldn't get used to that sudden knock against the entrance of my womb. Why was a woman's body such a collection of inconveniences?
"Kh—"
I focused on the egg thrashing to get out of me again.
Press.
"Pee—eep…"
I pushed my hips down hard, forcing the egg along.
Sliip.
It slid downward with an almost comical sound from inside my body.
"Hhh… nngh."
I clenched my backside the same way as before, and once again that sensation of my legs being forced apart returned as the second egg began to ease its way out.
Just as I was about to relax, thinking the second one was safely handled—
Creeeak.
The door swung open without warning.
"Ah, Ren. Violet asked me to—"
Huey walked into my room as naturally as anything, something in his hand.
"—pass something along to y—"
A beat of silence.
Plop.
And then, with the most tone-deaf little deflating sound imaginable, the second egg settled onto the bed.
……
In that moment, the first thing I did was bury my face stupidly into the blanket.
"I—I-I-I'm sorry!!"
SLAM!
Huey, who'd been standing there dumbstruck, yelped and bolted, slamming the door behind him.
"Hic!?"
The bang of the door startled me so badly I must have clenched my stomach without meaning to—because my lower belly started to seize and tremble like a full-blown muscle cramp.
And then—
"PEEYAAAAAHK!?"
A pain beyond any description tore up from my abdomen. My belly and groin convulsed and clamped down of their own accord, and I screamed for a while before the next wave hit.
"Hic… hiiik…!"
What the hell!? Ren, what's wrong!?
Watching myself spiral into hyperventilation from a kind of agony I'd never felt before, one thought flashed through my mind.
Oh. I might actually die.
Even mid-crisis, I couldn't accept the sheer absurdity of nearly dying from hyperventilation because of a muscle cramp mid-egg-laying. For a few seconds I just rolled across the bed in pure denial—and tumbled right off onto the floor.
THUD!
Immediately the door flew open again with the same violent bang it had closed with.
"Ren!"
"Hic—hii…!"
Huey rushed in, took one look at me, and was at my side in an instant. Thankfully he seemed to grasp the situation right away—he moved behind me and started helping me breathe.
"Calm down first and breathe deep! Deep exhales!"
Half-convinced I was actually going to die, I clung to Huey's voice and forced my runaway breathing under control.
"Hhh… hhh… haah…"
"That's it. Slow like that. Easy now…"
He rubbed my back gently, guiding each breath. And then—
"Hoo… haah… haaah…"
"…You okay?"
Once I'd finally clawed my way back to a normal rhythm, I let out a long sigh of relief at the worried voice behind me.
"I th-thought I was going to die… nnh."
Right after, pain surged up from my lower belly again.
"Ghhhnn…"
It had clearly crossed the threshold where it could convert into pleasure. Pure, unfiltered agony. I wrapped my wings around my stomach and groaned.
"What's wrong? Does something hurt—ah."
I felt his gaze drop to my belly, following the elastic give of my wings.
Gulp.
…And I heard him swallow hard behind me.
"Don't tell me… you got a cramp in your stomach…?"
His voice was so incredulous I just gave a weak nod instead of answering.
"…Pff—"
It might have looked hilarious from the outside. But I was the one living through it, and I was dying.
"Don't you dare laugh…"
I ground my teeth and glared at him. Huey met my eyes with a look that had recovered a little of its composure.
"Want me to help?"
He must have figured my wings alone wouldn't be enough to work the locked-up muscle free. He asked with a completely serious face.
"……"
His judgment wasn't wrong. On top of everything else, the full-body pain made it hard to even hold myself upright. Help would have been welcome, but—
At the very least, not from him.
"Lucy, please…"
"Lucy's in the bath right now. It'll take a while."
At least twenty minutes before she came out, he said. That set me thinking all over again.
"Nngh."
"What's that reaction for?"
Waiting twenty minutes wasn't an option. There was a real chance the egg could crack inside me. But asking Huey… the humiliating state he'd just walked in on was still fresh, and I couldn't bring myself to decide.
I clutched my aching belly and groaned for a while longer.
"…Help me."
He'd said twenty minutes, but Lucy took forever in the bath when you actually timed her. And on top of that, I had this real-time, sickening feeling that something inside me was starting to crack.
"Alright. Excuse me, then."
Watching Huey carefully lay me across his lap so he wouldn't jostle my stomach, I thought: when you really broke it down, him barging into my room was the whole reason this happened. So why was I the one stuck needing his help?
"Hyaahk!?"
Of course, the second Huey's hand settled on my belly, every last one of those thoughts evaporated from my head.
Press.
He stroked once, mapping out the knotted muscle—
"Hyaat…!"
—then worked his fingers carefully around it. The pain in my stomach began to ease, bit by bit.
"Kyaaahn♡"
But—maybe because I'd been mid-laying—the fading pain started tipping over into pleasure as the seconds passed.
"Hyaahk!"
And so my body, completely exposed to Huey's fingers, was thoroughly worked over.
"Hoo… looks like it's loosened up a bit…"
"Peep… peee…"
By the time I came back to myself, I was completely limp across his lap, drooling with a vacant expression.
Then—
"If you're still having a hard time, I could, uh… get the egg out for you too?"
Huey asked, face flushed deep red. I tried to tell him that wouldn't be necessary, but—
"Hweh… eh…"
…my tongue had gone completely slack, and I couldn't form a proper answer.
"Okay. Got it."
Got what, exactly? That question was answered by what Huey did next.
"Peep—!?"
With a completely natural motion, his fingers pressed down hard on my lower belly again. Even then he was trying to be considerate in his own way, keeping his eyes carefully away from between my legs—but I was lying with my back across his thighs, which meant I could feel, in real time, the hard length of him jutting up between his legs and pressing against the small of my back.
In the end—
Crrrk…
The cramp from earlier must have been the problem. Unlike before, my passage had clamped shut tight, and the egg forced it open anyway—
"Hya—nnngh…!"
Crrk. Plop.
—and with that now-familiar sound, the last egg came free of my body.
"Hhh… haah…"
"Y-you did good…"
Once the final egg was out, I forced my unresponsive body to roll off Huey's lap and onto the cool wooden floor, letting the chill leach the heat from my overheated skin.
"Hooo."
The sweat running down my whole body cooled against me. I took what little comfort I could from the fact that, at least this time, I hadn't wet myself as disgracefully as before, and opened my mouth.
"…I'll handle the cleanup."
"O-oh… y-yeah. Good work…"
I watched Huey get up in an awkward half-crouch and head for the door. Then—
"Ugh…"
—I sighed under the self-loathing that came crashing in like a wave.