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Ike excused himself early from dinner, much to the disappointed yet understanding grumbles of the other boys and made his way to his room. He had lost his appetite long before dinner, not only that, but his body was much hotter than usual, and he felt a bloated heaviness under his stomach. All of this, of course, was not out of the ordinary for him.

Ike locked the door behind him and flopped onto his bed and nuzzled himself between his pillows. He closed his eyes and felt his face heat-up as he slowly slid off his leggings and briefs. He brought his hands between his thighs mewled from the cold touch of his fingertips against his soft pink mons; hot sticky slick seeped from his slit; it was almost time. Even though this was a monthly routine, that didn’t make the act of it any less embarrassing.

Ike groaned and shivered as his insides contracted, he felt the clutch of the day break forth from his cervix and descend from his womb. He stroked harder against his clitoris and brought his other hand to his chest, rubbing at his already perky nipple; anything to make the pain pleasurable. The eggs bulged and slid down his vaginal walls, he gasped a bit too loudly. Ike bit down on his pillow in shame to stifle his moans from his friends just beyond the door.

His muscles relaxed and his legs quivered in delight as the first of the brood finally crowned at his opening. It stretched him well until the slightest push plopped it safely onto the covers, leaving him slightly agape until the next egg slid into its place. Ike panted softly as he slowed his strokes, wanting to continue on the high of edging, saving his climax until he finished his delivery. It was shameful to take such delight in his normal bodily cycles, yet to Ike, that only made the experience all the more exhilarating; the closeted degenerate that he is.

The second egg slipped from his labia quicker than the first one much to his disappointment; his slit was much too aroused and drenched to keep it inside. The third egg, feeling much larger than the previous two, dragged against his walls until sliding to his opening, hanging precariously against his ring of muscle, stretching it wider. Ike was practically moaning like a whore and his pillow did little to hide it. He clumsily masturbated faster as the egg crowned further; nearly at his limit, he paused and let the egg succumb to gravity, groaning as his hole was left gaping until contracting once more.

Before he could lay the fourth, he heard a heavy knock at the door; his heart stopped. “Ike? Is everything alright?” It was Vox. His pulse jumped and his face flushed an even deeper shade of red. While he should have been more ashamed, there was something oddly titillating about the thought of him getting caught in the moment. Ike said nothing and stroked himself faster, the sticky slosh of slick echoed as the final egg presented itself.

“He’s not sick, is he?” he made out the muffled tenor of Mysta’s voice; more footsteps approached the door. Suddenly, he felt short of breath, the sensations became all too overwhelming; he was approaching his limit. “I-I’m fine…” he managed to squeak out, not wanting to draw any more suspicion. “Just some —” he thought he heard the knob turn, his heart sank. “Cramps—!” The final egg breached his opening with a torrent of juices, staining his sheets as it rested between his thighs to join the other three. Ike screamed into his pillow as his body shuddered from his euphoric climax, no longer caring if his friends heard him squeal like a bitch in heat. His body felt heavy, his vision blurred, he closed his eyes once more as he sunk into his blankets, resting easy knowing for sure that he did lock his door.