You snap back to reality. Unlike before, you’re still looking through the glasses. They’re riding a bit higher on your face, but before you have time to ponder why you notice that where the woman was is now standing a 5’2” anthropomorphic chicken. She’s everything you imagined. Without her eggs she wouldn’t be more than 115 pounds. But with those eggs… well. Her belly is simply enormous. There are least 3 eggs in there that weigh about 10 pounds each, with a fourth in rapid development.
She falls to her knees and bends over, pushing her cloaca to the sky and showing the rest of the world the egg that’s beginning to crown.
“Buckgaaaa” she crys. You can tell she’s straining to push.
In between clucks she calls out for her slave. You see an anthropomorphic Eagle run out of a nearby apartment, pick her up, and carry her back in.
You’re impressed. Another complete success. You go to ask Steel to get you a glass of water.
“Buckaw.”
What?
Its then that you feel the pressure. You realize its been there ever since you came back to reality, you were just to preoccupied with the girl outside to notice.
You’ve never felt pressure like this. Your entire stomach feels like its going to explode. And pain. Your asshole… no… your… cloaca… is spread to its limit with a large, hard object trying to force its way out. You have no choice but to push. You push. As hard as you can. It forces its way down, but your cloaca doesn’t spread. It just burns. It feels like you’re trying to rip yourself open.
What’s happening?
You cross your eyes and realize the reason that your glasses are riding a bit higher – they’re sitting on your small, yellow beak. You raise your eyes and realize that you can just barely see the reflection of a chicken woman – the same chicken woman from outside – staring back at you. Oh no. You didn’t realize it at the time, but you must have been able to see the faintest of reflections of yourself in your window when you looked out. And that’s all it took.