So, my girlfriend, Sarah, has the genitals of a chicken. On top of that, she lays eggs now. I at first didn't believe such an insane idea. But she then proved it to me when I saw her after she and her mom had gone to a few doctors to find out what had happened. The doctors, unsurprisingly to me, were quite stumped with this sudden change in species of Sarah's genitals. They didn't know what caused it, and they certainly didn't know how to fix it.
Anyway, she showed up at my place incredibly embarrassed. I gave her a hug and told her mom that Sarah will be okay. Her mom gave Sarah a tight hug and left my house. I told my parents to stay away while Sarah and I dealt with this on our own. At 17, I knew when the two of us needed some alone time. My parents trusted me, agreed to my reasoning, and left. As we talked, Sarah kept having to excuse herself to lay some more eggs. Normally my jokester personality, one that Sarah absolutely loves, would have suggested having omelets for dinner. But I knew, mainly from watching the fallout to my dad's poorly timed jokes at my mom's expense, that there was a time and a place for jokes and this certainly wasn't it.
I suggested trying to watch a movie to get her mind off of things. Hopefully, the egg-laying will slow down. By this point, she had already laid three eggs since showing up. We sit together on my couch, and I hold her close. As the movie progresses, Sarah has to excuse herself two more times to lay an egg.
Upon returning from the bathroom from the last one, she said to me, "I feel like that's the last one for a while. I can't feel anymore...um...of them...uh...inside me."
"That's great to hear, sweetie," I replied. I stood up and gave her a kiss. "How about we order a pizza to celebrate?" She smiled and nodded. I whipped out my phone and quickly placed an order for a pizza and a bottle of soda. When I finished, I gave her a hug.
"I guess I'll go clean up your bathroom of my...um...mess," Sarah said ashamedly.
"I'll take care of it, Sarah," I reassured her. "You just relax."
"Mark, you're such a thoughtful boyfriend," Sarah cooed as she sank into the couch. "Just toss those...things out. I don't want to see them anymore."
Smiling, I left the room and approached my bathroom. To be honest, I was incredibly curious about these eggs. How big were they? Were they just like normal chicken eggs? How heavy would they be? I pushed open the bathroom door and peered in. It didn't smell too great inside. Thankfully, Sarah had left the fan on to keep the air from getting stagnant. But there they were, three eggs in the bathroom sink. They were definitely larger than normal chicken eggs. But the differences ended there. They were the same color and shape as chicken eggs. I tentatively picked one up. It was heavier than normal chicken eggs but not as heavy as I was expecting.
What I wasn't expecting was feeling my jeans seemingly tighten around my crotch. I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I knew I had been blessed by genes that I was larger than average guys my age. Was I a little cocky, no pun intended – heh, okay maybe a little intended – because of my large dick, large muscles, and handsome face? Probably, but Sarah didn't mind. But back to the problem in my pants, though, I knew I only ever felt my jeans get tight when a hot girl passes by me. Holding Sarah's egg in my hands was not even remotely close to sexy or arousing to me, so why were my jeans getting tight? They were actually now getting tighter than they usually do when I'm turned on.
"What?" I mumbled to myself. I sat the egg down and pressed a hand against the swelling bulge in my crotch. It definitely felt and looked bigger than normal. I started to feel a little cramped. I reached into my pants and adjusted my dick. There was no question about it. It was bigger and was still growing. But I wasn't turned on at all. Not knowing what was happening, I pushed my dick around so that it was pointing down my leg. I hissed and took a sudden intake of air. My dick was incredibly warm against my leg. I could feel it sliding down my leg as it grew. That was definitely a little pleasurable. I was tempted to take my dick out and look at more closely to find out just what was happening to it.