The next thing you notice is the weight. You were standing up straight at the time you looked out the window – an easy feat for a fit mean in his 30’s. But an impossible task for a young chicken girl who has to carry 1/3 of her weight in eggs. Your tiny legs begin to give out and you fall to the floor, coming to rest on your side.
Your massive stomach bloated out before you. You can imagine what you look like from behind – a tiny cloaca spread wide by a massive egg. The flesh straining as you continue to push. No wait, you don’t need to imagine. You can feel it.
You can feel your cloaca about to tear. You can feel the egg stretching it at the end of your oviduct. You can feel two more full eggs further back, painfully distending your stomach to the point of bursting. You can feel the fourth egg at the start of your oviduct. It started forming 5 hours ago. Its almost fully formed, but its going to be another hour before it finally creates enough pressure to force your current egg out.
You keep pushing. You don’t know why. You know it won’t do anything. You know that no matter how hard you try that egg isn’t going anywhere. You know this because you made this. This was your dream, to become someone else’s nightmare for no reason other than to test a theory. But now it’s your nightmare.
It feels like your stomach is going to explode. Maybe that’s why you keep struggling. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, something is telling you that you pushing is the only thing holding your stomach together. That if you stop it will rip apart.