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The Ever-Laying Tiger

For TigerJames

By Draconicon

Wishes need to come with warning labels, James thought, hugging his stomach as he went from his car to the library. I did not ask for this. I did NOT ask for this.

And if anyone saw him, he knew that he was going to have the world's hardest job of explaining what had happened to him. Someone at a distance might just think that he was fat, and someone kind might think that he was hurt or something, but the truth was far worse than that.

He looked down at his belly as he walked under the long awning that covered the library door. His belly was rounded, alright, and large, but it wasn't the jiggly roundness of someone that needed to lose weight or when someone was bloated by gas. That, and the fact that there were little bumps beneath his belly, pointed to the real truth.

The tiger was pregnant. Perpetually pregnant, as a matter of fact, due to that...wish.

He shivered as he felt the eggs shifting in him, hoping that he would be able to get this done quickly. There was a fee that he had to pay to get it off his record so that he could apply for a loan, and that meant getting this overdue library fine taken care of. If they'd been willing to do it over the phone, he would have done that, but no.

Another shift in the eggs made him grunt out loud, leaning against the doorframe of the library. Resisting the urge to curl into a ball and cradle his stomach, James shook his head, forcing the feeling down, clenching his legs together tightly much as one might do when trying to hold in something more natural.

When the cramps faded enough for him to keep walking, he took another step, then another. Nothing happened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In and out. Just get in and out, and we're done.

He walked past the scanner alarms, making his way past the automated book checkers to the main information desk at the center of the first floor. A badger woman looked up from her computer, looking him up and down.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asked.

"You can. Um. My name is James, and I have a fine that I need to pay off."

"Alright, dear. Do you have an account, or a card?"

He offered his library card, and she took it with a nod of her head. Her fingers rapped on the keys, saying that it would only take a second or two.

The tiger was sure that it would, just as he was sure that he didn't know how many more seconds he had before his next set of eggs came running loose. He could feel how full his stomach or womb or whatever was - wherever the spell had put them - and he could feel one of them trying to push down. He shifted his hand on his stomach, trying to keep up enough pressure to keep them inside, but he was rapidly losing faith in his ability to keep them there.

Just a bit longer. Just a bit longer.

He bit his lip as the badger tapped one more key, nodding to herself.

"Alright, it looks like you owe us fifteen dollars."

"Fifteen?"

"Well, sir, it was one book more than a year late."

Fifteen. Just fifteen bucks? That was all? They wanted him to come down and pay in person for fifteen dollars? That was...that was...

A sudden splash between his legs announced the beginning of the end. The tiger's eyes went wide as his underwear suddenly pressed flat against his crotch, outlining his pussy as the dark fluid flowed out to his pants, too. His jeans were suddenly soaked, looking almost like he had pissed himself, but the smell was anything but.

He must have been making a very strange face, because the badger looked back at him with her head cocked to the side. She leaned away from him slightly, starting to get out of her chair.

"Um, sir, are you alright?"

"Nnngh...Just...just fine," he said, reaching for his pocket, glad that he'd taken to putting it higher up since he realized he would have his water breaking from time to time. "F-fifteen, yes?"

"Sir, are you - what is that smell?"

Another part of the 'wish.' He just wanted to know what pregnancy felt like, but the wish had taken it further. Not only making him perpetually pregnant, not only making him lay eggs all the time, but doing it in a way that made it clear to everyone that he was supposed to enjoy it. The smell in the air was no different from hot, aroused pussy, and James blushed worse as the badger stepped up from her desk.

"Please, just let me pay."

"Sir, what are you - oh good lord!"

The silence in the library was broken, the shout drawing eyes from every direction, including from the second floor. People looked out over the railings, staring down at him where he stood in a puddle of his own juices. Others on the first floor turned to stare at him, too.

His cheeks burned all the hotter, but he had little choice but to enjoy it. His pussy got wetter and wetter, and there was no way for him to stop the first egg that started pushing down. The tiger gasped, his legs coming out from under him, falling to the ground and sitting in a squat. It pushed his pants flat against his crotch, showing off his pussy in stark relief.

The badger woman looked like she was about to faint, but he could hear clicks, clicks from cell phone cameras going off, people snapping pictures of the 'lewd' tiger, the show-off, the exhibitionist.

"Don't...don't...it's not my..."

His cheeks were hot, so painfully hot, but the egg had his full attention. He gasped, his hand reaching down and touching himself through his pants, rubbing his soaked sex through the damaged denim. Bit by bit, the egg kept pushing down, and soon, the bulge started to show through his pants, pushing out.

"Oh god, what the fuck?"

"Look at him!"

"Oh god, you mean look at her! That's a pussy!"

"And that's an...an..."

It was an egg, alright, and a bit one, one that was stretching his nether regions worse than a wolf's knot would have done. He gasped, hissing, panting, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt the pressure down there getting worse and worse. The egg was on the verge of ripping right through his clothes.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it. He gasped, thrusting his hips forward, almost fucking himself as the damp denim pushed the egg back inside of him. The second time, however -

RIIIIIP!

His pants ripped, the edges of the egg showing through. It was a pale color against the dark pants and his stripes, and there was no missing it.

"Oh fuck, he's laying!"

"That's huge! How come he's not screaming?"

"Oh my god, look how wet the pervert is..."

The phones, the shouts, they were making him wetter and wetter with every passing second. James tried to stand up, tried to edge away, but his legs had forgotten how they worked. He panted, gasped for breath as the egg pushed out of him, stretching his pussy further and further, his toes curling tight as the tight tension made every nerve that much more sensitive.

"Nnngh..gah...agh!"

He arched his back as the egg kept pushing forward, forcing his pussy wider, wider, and wider still. It had to be the size of his fist. Had to be that, or bigger. Maybe bigger. Probably bigger. So big that it hurt. So big that it felt amazing.

POP!

"AH!"

He fell flat on his ass as the egg finally came free, hitting the ground and skidding across the tiles to land right in front of the badger librarian. She stared at it, her eyes wide, her mouth working soundlessly as she tried to make sense of it all.

Well, if you think that's weird, there's a lot more coming.

The second egg was already moving down, and the third, and he groaned as he laid down, spreading his legs as far as they would go. He knew better than to try and fight it now. It was all coming out whether he wanted it to or not.

The second egg pressed itself free, the tip pointing out of his exposed pussy. He didn't know how many cameras caught it, or how many caught sight of him doing the same thing for a third, a fourth, or a fifth egg. All he knew was that every time another egg came out, he felt better. He felt more empty. He felt more...pleasure.

By the time the seventh egg came out, it was finally enough to push him over the edge. James arched his back, roaring as he came, holding his legs up and out, arousal keeping the shame at bay...for now.

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He left the library with a notice of his banishment. They were never going to allow him in again, and they told him that he was lucky that they weren't calling the cops on him after that display. It was only due to the fact that he honestly hadn't meant to go into labor there that he hadn't been charged with anything.

They had paid his fine for him, though. That was something.

The tiger went back to his car with ripped pants and nothing but a piece of paper to cover his shame. He blushed all the way back, and when he sat on the driver's seat, it went 'squish' under him. His pants were still soaked with the birthing juices, and he didn't have anything to wipe it up.

"Great...just...great..."

And his belly was already filling up again. This promised to be a 'fun' afternoon.

The End