To demonstrate, he tries to pull back. Nothing moves. The secondary has created three loops inside me, each one anchoring behind ridges of the primary. We're locked more completely than any knot. Movement just makes the coils shift, creating new pressure points that make me see stars.
“Hours?” My voice comes out smaller than intended.
“Hours.”
He begins to move what little he can—tiny thrusts that make the ridges saw against my walls while the secondary tightens and loosens its coils. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just fullness but texture, temperature, movement from inside that I can't control or predict.
“Oh god, oh fuck?—”
Something pulses inside me. Warm spheres no bigger than marbles releasing from his primary. I can feel each one as it travels up his length and deposits deep inside me.
“What's that?”
“First deposit. Ten to fifteen eggs each pulse.”
Eggs. He's putting eggs inside me. The knowledge should terrify me but my body celebrates it. My pussy clenches hard, milking him for more. The eggs dissolve almost immediately in my body heat, becoming thick fluid that floods my womb.
I watch my belly distend slightly. Visible proof of what's happening. “You're... I'm...”
“Being bred. Yes.”
“I hate you.” But my pussy spasms around both cocks, desperate for more.
“Good. Hate keeps you yourself.”
Another pulse. More eggs. My belly rounds further. The sensation is strange—warm fullness spreading through my core. Not just physical but something deeper. My body recognizing it's getting what the tonic prepared it for.
“This isn't what I wanted?—”
A third deposit cuts me off. Larger this time. Maybe twenty eggs that dissolve into breeding fluid. My belly is visibly swollen now, skin stretched tight. I can feel my womb contracting, trying to accommodate the volume.
“Too much,” I whimper.
“Body says different. Still pulling me deeper.”
He's right. Even filled to what feels like my limit, my body betrays me, clenching again, trying to pull him impossibly deeper.
The fourth deposit makes me scream. My pussy ripples around both cocks, and I feel my cervix opening wider, accepting the breeding fluid directly. My belly is visibly swollen now, round and tight.
We're face to face in the shallow water, me wrapped in his coils, both cocks buried so deep that separation would damage us both. A second pulse follows—twenty more eggs, I count—and my belly swells further.
“How much more?”
“Eleven more deposits. Body needs full breeding to release.”
“Eleven? I'll explode.”
“No. Modified to carry full clutch. Body knows limits.”
The fifth deposit comes with my first breeding orgasm. Different from anything before. This starts in my womb and spreads outward like fever. My whole body convulses, pussy clamping down so hard he actually roars from the pressure.
“What was that?”
“Breeding peak. Body celebrating successful mating.”
Six through ten blur together. Each deposit makes my belly expand more. Each triggers another breeding orgasm that leaves me screaming. His blood is in the water from where I bit him. My throat is raw from sounds I didn't know I could make.
By the eleventh deposit, I'm sobbing. Not sad. Just overwhelmed. My belly is taut as a drumhead, the skin stretched so thin I can see the blue map of veins beneath. Yet still my body accepts more, still demands more.
