Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Of course, I’m not exactly a pet. I’m their goddess, and Chris, Carl, James, Herbert, Hoover, and Henry adore my intellect; my sense of humor; and of course, my curves. We make love multiple times a day, and many nights, we don’t sleep at all. Instead, the six men use me non-stop, and these days, I’ve been walking with a permanent limp because my female bits are so sore.
“Oh my god, so what do you do with the eggs afterwards?” Morgan whispers, her brown eyes curious. “Do you fry them? Eat them?”
“No, silly!” I giggle. “They’re fake eggs made of plastic. You can’t eat them.”
“I know, I know,” Morgan sighs. “But there are massive developments when it comes to sex toys these days. Like literal breakthroughs.”
I shoot her a wry look while packing up my desk lamp.
“Like what? AI? Let me guess: animatronic girls that talk to you during the act of love.”
“No, no!” my pretty co-worker squeals. She looks around to make sure that no one’s listening before leaning in closer. “I actually have a thing for eggs too, but in a different way. Have you ever heard of an ovipositor?”
I pause for a moment.
“No, why? What is that? It sounds scary.”
She shakes her head, brown curls bouncing.
“No, it’s not. It’s a huge dildo that literally deposits eggs inside you. The eggs are made of gelatin so it doesn’t hurt or anything.”
“How do you get them out though?” I ask. “Do you birth them, the way I did with mine?”
“No,” Morgan says with a naughty smile. “The eggs melt inside you, and then you get a creamy, gelatinous mass seeping into your panties for the rest of the day. It feels so good, Tanya. Dirty, but like you’re leaking a man’s come.”
“Oh my god,” I marvel. “Who knew such things existed?”
“I know, it’s so filthy, right?” Morgan sighs with a dreamy look in her eyes. “I don’t think I could be with six guys the way that you are, but I could definitely use a man with a huge horse member that deposits eggs into me.”
“Really? Honestly, it sounds a bit bizarre to me. No judgment of course,” I say in a hasty voice. “Because I’m with six guys, and I have my own kinks, obviously.”
“No, it’s fine,” Morgan says immediately. “It’s just that I like them big, and I have an egg fetish. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” I tease. “An egg fetish is really out there! I mean, I should know because I have one too.”
“I know,” Morgan says dreamily. “But I’m going to manifest the man of my dreams. I’m going to manifest a handsome, hung alpha male who can deposit eggs into my secret spots and then I’ll have his cream dripping from me at all hours of the day. It’ll feel so good.”
“Are you sure you can manifest something like that?” I ask in an arch tone while sealing up my box. “It sounds like the stuff of fantasy.”
“It is the stuff of fantasy,” Morgan agrees, nodding. “But I’ve heard that it’s possible. There are guys out there with genetic mutations that you wouldn’t believe, Tanya. They’re so raunchy and wrong and … well, I’m saying too much.”
I pin her with a look.
“Wait, have you already met a guy who can do this? Deposit eggs I mean?”
“No, of course not!” Morgan denies immediately. But the way her cheeks flush red make me think she’s not telling the truth. Nonetheless, I have six men to get home to, so I don’t pursue the issue.
“Okay, well keep me updated. Love you, girl. Stay in touch and don’t let the HRA goons bite. Or the egg zaddies.”
With that, we kiss on the cheek, and then I sashay out of the grey office building. Once I’m outside on the sidewalk, I take a deep breath and then exhale happily. I’m moving onto a new chapter, and it’s going to be wonderful.
Within half an hour, I’m back at home and when I open the door to my apartment, a burst of cheering greets me.
“Oh my god!” I gasp, stepping into the living room. Streamers dangle from the ceiling, and there’s a huge cake waiting on the dining room table. Even better, my six lovers crowd around me, pressing kisses to my skin while helping me take off my coat.
“You look wonderful, sweetheart,” Carl rasps.
“Beautiful as always,” Henry adds.
“And far too luscious to be toiling away at a government job,” James adds with a mischievous grin. “We want you for ourselves. Is that wrong? We want to hide you away so that you only answer to us.”
I smile cheekily at the gorgeous men.
“Yeah, but I think you’re forgetting something. I’m the Queen Goddess, and you’re my subjects, so actually, you do my bidding and not the other way around.”
At that, the six men laugh, throwing their dark heads back while showing off flashing white teeth.