You spend a few more minutes trying to break the cage, or trying to climb out somehow, but you don't find anything. Your movements are sluggish, and you try to tell yourself it's because of the unfamiliarity of your new legs and the flabbiness of your pig arms weighing you down. However, there's another sensation that, despite your best efforts, you're soon unable to ignore. Every time you take a step, you can feel the egg inside you shift. Eventually, you can't take it anymore and you go to sit down, which takes a few attempts with your new lower body. You glance at your arms and try to see if you can at least get the glove off now, but when you examine yourself closely, you realize that one of your hooves is a little darker and slicker than the other. It seems that the glove took the place of one of your hooves, so if anything, it's more firmly attached than it was before. You rub your arms together, feeling the slickness of the latex as it squeaks against itself, and you hope you can get this off before you run out of time, and the latex becomes pig flesh and chicken feathers. You only intend to sit for a moment, to rest before continuing to search for a way out, but the sun is setting and your adrenaline is fading after the changes you've been through, and soon you're fast asleep.
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You slowly wake up at sunrise, earlier than you're used to, but something rouses you. For a few brief moments, you relax and appreciate the view, not quite sure why you're outside to see it, but then you get an itch on your face. You reach up to scratch it and instead bump yourself with your hoof, and you let out a confused squeal, then everything rushes back to you. You only have 24 hours to get this stuff off you, and now you've wasted a whole night! You start to stand up, but once you move it becomes apparent what had woken you. The egg inside you has become extremely large and uncomfortable. Standing up escalates it to unbearable levels, and you drop back down onto the floor. There's a moment of relief as you do, but it's short lived, and you feel the egg pressing against your insides. This thing must be gigantic, you HAVE to get it out, now! You start pushing as best you can, tensing parts of your unfamiliar anatomy. You finally stumble upon something that feels right, and you settle into a rhythm of straining and relaxing. As you push, the feeling of being full gets more and more intense, and soon you're a hot, sweaty mess, and all you can focus on is the need to lay the egg.
After what feels like an eternity, you push and push and you feel something beneath you open up. You let out a loud oink as you stretch wide to accommodate the egg, a mix of pain and pleasure running through you, and with a final grunt the egg slides out from you. A wave of relief washes over you so thoroughly that you can't concentrate on anything for a moment, and you close your eyes and rest. When you open them again, the sun has fully risen, the whole process must have taken at least an hour. Once you've recovered a bit, you realize you've been sitting on the egg, and you stand up to see it. You're shocked, it has to be at least a foot and a half tall, and maybe half that in width.
You move to sit down somewhere else, but something inside you really wants to sit back down on the egg instead, to keep it warm. The implications of these instincts are unsettling, but you're too tired to resist them right now, so you settle yourself back down on top of your egg. Feeling it underneath your feathers, you can't believe you had this thing inside you, much less that you got it out. Having to carry this around inside your body on a regular basis, and then having to lay it like this... the thought sends a shiver down your spine, and your tail feathers shake a bit in nervousness. At least, you tell yourself it's nervousness. There's a part of you that looks forward to doing all that again... but you won't have to, right? You'd done what Curtis asked, this was more than enough egg for anyone's breakfast, surely. He has to change you back.