Desperate to sate her desire to be filled, to at least fulfill half of her instincts, she changes the second “coins” to “eggs”. Her perspective was suddenly a foot higher as her belly has grown massive, now stuffed with dozens of eggs. Her four breasts have similarly bloated with eggs, the top pair propping her head up on top of them and preventing her from looking downward.
Memories from the timeline that created this situation began to enter Amber's mind, her desires to be filled with eggs had reached a crescendo and during one of her masturbation sessions she had manually inserted her own cum into her four breasts and her asshole, which had now been replaced with a draconic cloaca. After her first experience of inseminating herself, she had continued to do it every time she masturbated for nearly a month, until she began to bloat with eggs. Eventually she had grown so full of eggs that she was completely immobile, stuck on her bed covered in her hoard. She also knew from her overlapping memories that she was due to lay soon.
Once the flood of new memories had abated, they were quickly replaced by a flood of sensations. After setting her phone down in a place she could reach it, she began to fondle her breasts, the feeling of the eggs inside enhancing her pleasure beyond anything she had previously experienced. Her tail quickly wrapped around her cock, her hands no longer able to reach it, and once again began to jack her off. The feelings of her masturbation alongside her hormones from pregnancy quickly brought her to orgasm again and again as gold continued to roll of her body, its delicate balance disturbed by her ministrations.
After another couple hours of pleasuring herself, Amber once again grabs her phone, hoping to perhaps fulfill the other half of her instincts and fill someone else with her eggs.
“Amber lays atop her egg-filled belly, unable to move, as she continues to pleasure her cock and breast-vaginas, lusting to fill another person with eggs.”