"Show me what's in your belly," the woman says, glaring at your pregnant-looking paunch. The truth is, you've been wondering what is in there yourself. You've just been too distracted by your other freakish alterations to bother to find out.
You rub your bulbous stomach with your tentacles, spreading the chocolaty saliva that had already spilled onto it further. Whatever's inside there seems to be hard. You can't press your skin in very far.
"I'd rip you open," she says coyly, "But I don't want to ruin your beautiful figure. How about we just..." She reaches out and drums her fingers on the top of the expanded belly. Suddenly, it quakes, and you feel a pressure building deep within. You fall to your knees as a half-painful, half-pleasurable explosion forces gobs of caramel out of your pussy. You pant and moan. This is the first time you've felt real pain since becoming chocolate.
You lean backwards on your bent legs. An unconscious impulse makes you push whatever is inside of you. Thoughts of childbirth flash in your mind, but something tells you this is different.
You continue your series of contractions, crying out in beastly bellows all the while. You fall onto your back and press your three tongues into your stomach, physically forcing this thing out of you. The pain increases the wider your vagina becomes. Finally, you give one last push and it breaks free of you.
You're too exhausted to even raise your head to look. You pant rapidly as chocolate saliva pours out of your mouth.
"My my, that is a big one," the woman says. "I hope it wasn't too much for you."
If only you could tell her to go to hell. You settle for giving her an ice cold stare, which she doesn't notice.
In a minute, you are able to bring yourself to a sitting position. Now you see that you've given birth to a chocolate egg the size of a rugby ball. The woman has propped it upright and is using her bathrobe to wipe off the caramel juices. You see her naked body for the first time and realize how picture perfect she is, from head to toe. You wonder why the sight disturbs you...she's too beautiful. Unnaturally so, like a creature donning a human disguise, or a body made up of the best parts of other bodies blended seamlessly together to create a perfect specimen.
You watch as she rips off chunks from the top of the egg. She licks one of the chunks before throwing it into the chocolate pool, where it will no doubt dissolve into its murky depths. Eventually, she's removed enough of the outer shell to expose a milky white interior.
Her smile broadens. "Oh, this is excellent! A cream egg!" She cups a gob of cream in her palm and licks it. "Mmmm! Scrumptious!" She then mashes her hand into her mouth, forcing as much cream into it as she can fit. The rest of it sticks to her nose, cheeks, and chin in a silly beard, but she doesn't seem to care. She continues to swallow fistfulls of cream from your egg like someone who's just discovered candy for the first time in their life. "I can't believe...mmmm....how good...mmmmm! This is! Ahhhhmmmm... My eggs never...mmm...turn out like this!"
You notice your main tongue reaching out its salivating tendril to get a taste of what you've just birthed. You retract it quickly, fearing that even the slightest taste will make you as addicted as she is.
She no longer speaks, only taking as little time as necessary to breathe before stuffing another cream-filled hand into her mouth. Her entire front is covered in cream now, evidence of her thoughtless, rabid feasting. This seems like a great time to sneak off unnoticed...