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Egg-cellent Easter Helpers

By: MisstressChange

Harvey's eyes blinked open as he eased back into consciousness. Harvey would have risked dozing off again, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets and floating on his expensive foam mattress. That was if there weren't blinding sunbeams shining right onto his face from the window. Carley must have left the blinds open when she got up.

He knew she had risen before him due to the heavenly scent of pan-fried eggs and bacon caressing his nose. The aroma reminded his stomach that it was empty, and a growl brought him to full alertness. Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, he groaned and pushed himself up, squinting as she checked his alarm clock.

"Ten O'clock. Holy shit..." He was surprised at how late he slept in. Typically, the thirty-two-year-old man would have slept in, as he did every Saturday, but this was the Saturday before Easter, and he had Good Friday off. So he should have been well-rested already. In any case, at least Carley had the sense he lacked to get up to make breakfast.

Harvey pushed himself off his bed and grabbed a t-shirt to cover his semi-toned upper body, his plaid pajama bottoms already doing the rest. He ran a hand through his short dark hair as he traveled from the bedroom to the hallway, pinching the sleep from his eyes.

The smells of breakfast guided him down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he was met by the sight of his wife, busy at the stove, two pans on the go, both filled with sizzling proteins. Carley stood with her phone in her hand, not paying attention to the food, but Harvey trusted she knew what she was doing. The woman hadn't burned a single meal throughout their entire relationship.

"Morning, hun." Harvey greeted. Carley gave a start and looked up from her phone, smiling when she saw her husband. She was wearing one of his white dress shirts as a nightgown and not much else but pink socks. Her brown hair was tied up in a claw clip. Her arms rose to meet Harvey as he approached her, wrapping around his neck while his hands landed around the small of her back. The two shared a loving embrace, their lips meeting for a short but sensual kiss.

"You startled me," Carley murmured, her eyes gazing up into his as they parted lips. "I wasn't sure when you'd be up, but I was hungry, so I started breakfast."

"I see that," Harvey replied.

"How did you sleep?" She asked.

"A little too well, I think." He admitted.

"I bet," Carley said, withdrawing from her husband to tend her meal. "I was up around eight-thirty. You were still snoring away." She picked up the metal spatula she had been using and roused the bacon with it. "I made coffee if you want some." She offered.

"Coffee would be amazing," Harvey said, reaching for a mug. He filled the mug half full of steaming hot coffee before stirring some milk into it.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" Asked Carley. Harvey sipped his cup and stood behind the island counter, gazing out into the backyard of their townhome.

"Well, we don't have to see your parents till tomorrow, so we could do whatever, really." He noted how the yard lit up in the sun, its greens and browns, and the budding dots of multicolored flowers forming on several plants. It was a definite sign that winter was over, and thank fuck for that. One can only take grey skies and frigid cold for so long.

"It's a pretty nice day out," He added, sounding impressed. "We should...find a trail to go hiking on or something."

Carley hummed, contemplating his suggestion. It was a nice day.

"As long as we stop by the grocery store at some point, we'll need more eggs," Carley said, putting the spatula down. Harvey took a sip from his coffee, still looking over their yard.

"Yeah, we should stop by the liquor...store...too...." Harvey's voice trailed off, and he slowly set his mug down on the counter. His eyes were laser-focused on something round and colorful poking out from beneath the rear hedges.

"What?" Carley asked. The strange way her husband trailed off drew her query. Harvey never looked away from the object. He just stared at it, studying it from afar.

"There's something in our hedges, all the way at the back." He replied. Carley followed his gaze, craning her head close to his to best match her line of sight. Then she saw it.

"Oh, yeah, I see it. Probably belongs to one of the neighbors' kids."

"The neighbors behind us don't have children...." Harvey said, his tone matching his face in incredulity. He set his mug on the island and weaved through the dining area to the siding door. With a *clack!* his thumb unlocked the latch, and the steel-framed glass plane glided to one side, exposing the inside to the fresh early spring air.

Carley watched him make his way across the backyard with her arms crossed, but her attention waned back to the meal still in process. Meanwhile, Harvey fished through the bushes.

It was an easter egg, about the size of a football. Its base color was lavender purple, with many intricate designs painted around its girth, in perfectly symmetrical patterns. It looked magnificent. This type of artistry would have to be done by some of the world's most brilliant painters. Either that or a machine did it to extreme specifications.

Harvey lifted the egg from its spot amongst the shrubs, taking care not to snag himself on any branches. It was much heavier than he had expected, and he strained to hoist the thing into his arms. He observed the egg in his hands, brushing his thumbs over some slim wrapping ribbon that terminated in an immaculate bow. A folded note, like a miniature greeting card, was tied to the ribbon by a hole neatly punched through its surface.

Carley turned off the burners and began scooping the food onto plates when Harvey returned through the sliding door. He carried the egg like a football, cradling it in his right hand.

"It's a little early for that, isn't it?" She asked in jest. "Easter's tomorrow." Harvey set the egg down on the island counter by its flattened underside and sighed.

"I don't know who left it there, but it couldn't have been easy," Harvey said. Carley set her pans aside and joined her husband in studying the object.

"Damn, this thing is big," Carley commented. "Must have a lot of chocolate inside."

"It's painted really well," Harvey added. He picked up the note tied to the side of the egg and opened the fold, reading the words inscribed out loud to both of them.

"Congratulations! By finding this egg, the Easter Bunny has selected you as his special helper this year! You , and hundreds like you, will assist in producing this year's chocolate supply. Don't worry; the metamorphosis into a form better suited for this task won't be painful. Rather, it will be quite enjoyable. Just sit back, enjoy, and let the egg do all the work. Once the metamorphosis is complete, you may begin producing eggs! Make sure to fill the basket to the top by midnight , or you'll have to remain in your new forms. Thank you again for your service, and we hope you are not inconvenienced."

Harvey finished reading and looked up at Carley. The couple exchanged confused looks before Carley broke the momentary silence.

"What?..." was all she could think to say.

"No idea," Harvey answered back. "Your guess is as good as mine. Seems like a strange prank or something."

"Well, I'd like to smoke some of whatever the person that wrote that smoked," Carley mentioned in jest. Harvey snorted through his nose.

"Yeah, no kidding."

"So what do we do with this thing?" Carley asked. "Should we break it open? Maybe it has candy inside?"

"I'm not eating candy from a random egg we found in the yard," Harvey said. Carley giggled.

"Well, duh. I'm just curious about what's inside."

The two stood in silence again, looking over the pastel-colored object briefly. Then Carley spoke up again with a sudden query.

"Didn't the note mention a basket? Where's the basket?"

It was then that the egg started to vibrate on its own accord, startling the couple. It shook on its flattened base, rumbling over the countertop like a vibrating cellphone ringing off the hood. Harvey and Carley stood back, unsure of what was happening but expecting the worse.

"What the fuuuuuuuck?!" Carly exclaimed. Harvey didn't have a chance to reply. By the time he opened his mouth, the egg suddenly stopped.

They both stood, alert and keeping their distance. "Is it...going to explode?" Carley cautiously asked.

"I Don't know!" Harvey exclaimed, unsure how to answer his wife's questions. They both stayed glued in place, weary of what else this egg had in store for them. Then, gradually, they inched toward it, hands outstretched.

"Maybe it just vibrates, like a decorative toy or something?" Carley presumed.

"I don't care what it is. I'm putting it outside until we can figure this out." Harvey said. He went to snatch it up, planning on hustling it outside. His hands were almost upon it when it began shaking again, forcing Harvey back a step as he started.

The shaking wasn't as intense this time, but the vibration wasn't what worried the couple. For the strange egg...was growing.

The two watched in terror as the football-sized egg grew to the size of their microwave and beyond.

"What the fuck?!" Harvey cried over the cacophony of the ever-increasing egg vibrating on their counter.

"Hooooow?!" Carley also cried, adding to the noise, "Holy shit! How big is it going to get!" neither had the answer. Harvey considered hoisting it out to the yard but knew there was no way he could lift it at this point, let alone fit it through the door.

It only grew larger, becoming as big as the stove Carley was just cooking breakfast on. It was getting to the point where the counter might not be strong enough to hold it, a worry that sprang through both their minds.

"What do we do?!" Carley shouted. Harvey broke free of his shock and awe and ran up to the impossibly expanding terror. He struck it to no avail. It felt like it was made of concrete, and he took a step back, flabbergasted.

"I...I can't break it!" He cried. Carley bolted to the door, grabbing the aluminum baseball bat the two kept 'just in case' and ran at the thing. She swung the bat over her head, two-handed, in a downward motion, striking the top of it. The bat only rebounded from its nigh-impenetrable shell with a metallic *clang* and Carley brought it down, her hands ringing with pain.

To their surprise, the egg stopped, its giant mass sitting motionless on the counter. With the added height of the island, it was taller than both of them, reaching about seven feet. Harvey rushed over to help his wife, taking the bat from her and helping her stand as she clutched her hands.

"You alright?" Harvey asked, his concern for her momentarily overwriting all thoughts of the egg. She groaned and hissed as she cracked her knuckles.

"Yeah, I'm ok."

She looked up at the egg like it was some pastel-colored obelisk to some long-forgotten easter god. "Let's just get this fucking thing out of our house." Harvey couldn't agree more. How to do that, though, was the question.

"I don't think that's an option anymore." He said, placing a hand on the egg and applying as much pressure as possible. "It won't budge." Carley slapped her hands on her hip in defeat.

"Well...what the fuck, Harvey? We can't just leave this in here. What if it grows again? It's going to collapse the counter, then smash the tile." She gestured to the floor. Harvey just threw his hands up in the air.

"I don't fucking know, Carley. It's far too heavy, plus, it's too big to fit out the door" He sighed and put the bat down on the dining table. "Maybe I can break it apart with a Hilti gun or something, but I'll have to go out and rent one." Carley just put her face in her palms.

"Fuck..." She breathed. She felt Harvey's arms wrap around her and leaned into him.

"I know it's fucked, but we'll figure it out." He reassured, rubbing her arm as he held her. The sound of cracking, like splitting rock, suddenly shook them from their respite. In unison, they looked up at it, their faces unsure whether to display fright or despair.

They watched as cracks formed from the top of the egg to its middle, where it was the widest around. The cracks seemed as unnatural as the egg itself, running in perfectly straight, vertical lines down the sides.

"Uhh..." Carley murmured, stricken with dread. A new sound spiked their ears, like a ceramic surface crumbling underfoot. It was continuous, and the couple quickly saw what made it.

The egg appeared to be opening up, first from the top, splitting open in multiple sections like a blooming flower, giving a reason for the previous cracks. They stepped back as the egg bloomed, either too scared or too curious to run away. The petals unraveled, each one curling outward once each crack was apart. The egg was still too high for the couple to look inside. Neither was sure they wanted to look, even if they could. Regardless, they would soon find out what lurked within...

Several serpentine appendages slithered from inside, rising out. The couple's gaze rose with them, glued to the cluster of tentacles as they seemingly grew from the flower-egg. They were the same lavender color as the egg's shell and sported the same intricate blue, yellow, and pink patterns along their lengths. They shimmered with a paper-thin sheen of slimy moisture. Carley was not going to wait around and find out why.

"Fuck this...Fuck this! We are fucking leaving, Now!" Carley shouted. She broke from Harvey's arms and ran for the front door, assuming her husband would be right behind. Harvey, however, was frozen in place, his mind still processing the unbelievable happenings before him. Carley didn't get three steps from him before one of the tentacles whipped at her with blurring speed, coiling around her right ankle and sending her sprawling to the tiled floor with a frightened yelp.

Harvey watched this happen, then immediately took to free his wife. He grabbed the baseball bat and went to strike at the serpentine appendage, but as his arm reeled back to take a swing, another of the egg's tentacles coiled around his wrist, preventing any movement of his arm. He growled angrily, pulling against the thing like a trapped beast. The coil constricted, causing him to groan in discomfort, forcing his hand open, thus dropping the bat to the floor with a loud, metallic clatter.

Carley groaned as her hands clawed at the tile in a vain attempt to pull herself away, but she swiftly found herself sliding backward, the trailing squeals of her skin on well-mopped tile heralding her loss of ground to the slimy egg-spawned horror. She felt another tentacle coil around her other ankle, and alarm suddenly returned the use of her voice.

"Harvey!" She shouted with winded breath. "Help me!"

"I'm...rrrrr...trying!" He shouted back, trying desperately to free himself with his unbound left hand. Unfortunately, the egg appeared to not appreciate that, as another tentacle coiled constricted that one too. "No!" He shouted in defiance, but it was no use. The two tentacles binding him arched and spread, forcing his arms wide apart on either side of him.

He looked over to Carley, who was being lifted off the floor upside down by her ankles, her shirt falling to reveal her red panties. She clawed at the side of the island, hopelessly trying to grasp onto any hold she could. Finally, she let out an ear-splitting scream that made Harvey's skin crawl.

"Help! Help me!"

It seemed like anytime a tentacle expended itself in binding the two, another would appear from the egg, adding to the bouquet of eldritch horror. Two more slithering extrusions coiled around her wrists, just as they had for Harvey. Then, in a ballet dance of serpentine movements, Carley was flipped right side up, the tentacles spreading her limbs like a starfish.

"Harvey!" She raggedly cried, looking at him with tears streaming down her face, running her makeup. "What's going to happen to us?!" Harvey pulled against his living constraints, growling as adrenaline pumped through his body.

"I...I don't know!" He spat, still unwilling to give in. That phrase had been spoken by him a lot that morning. 'I don't know.' He wasn't sure what Carley expected him to say like he was some 'giant tentacle egg' expert. He just wished he could tell her something helpful, anything to alleviate her distress and make things better. Something true. It was far too late for that. He knew. She knew. But their survival instincts just wouldn't accept it.

"W-...we'll get through this, Carley...just...just stay with me."

Two more tentacles snaked their way to Harvey, grasping around his ankles. A third added to the four already binding him, wrapping around his waist, all five lifting him a few inches off the ground.

"Harvey..." Carley whimpered. "I'm scared...."

Two new tentacles emerged from the egg, these ones a tad girthier. The tips of these were blunted, sporting sphincter-like holes instead of tapered points like the rest. One began slithering toward Harvey, while the other followed Carley as she was moved further from the counter by the four constraining her. This new tentacle cautiously snaked toward her face, traveling with a definite purpose. Carley quickly figured, by its trajectory, that this tentacle...was meant for her mouth.

She pursed her lips, sowing them as tight as she could. Her eyebrows were knitted together in disgust, and as the thing approached her, she craned her head away from it as far as her neck would allow. She hummed and groaned in defiant distress, shaking her head as if these common signs of refusal could reason with the monster.

That's what it was, a monster. It was terrifying, gargantuan, alien. This egg-shaped fiend her husband brought into their home nurtured a fear inside her that no trip to the dentist for a root canal, no lack of preparation for an exam, no hours-long plane flight of heavy turbulence could ever hope to achieve. The slug-like appendage of this monster forced its way into her mouth, pushing through her plump but tightened lips and prying open her clenched jaw. A horror overtook her that should be reserved for the most stygian pits of hell.

Carley's muffled squeals tortured Harvey's ears as he saw the thing penetrate her mouth, the mouth he loved to kiss so tenderly, violated by this creature. "No!!" He cried out in protest, knowing they were helpless. He noticed the tentacle filling her mouth begin to convulse, subtle bulges traveling down its length from the egg toward his wife. The first bugle reached the end, entering her open maw. He saw her throat react, straining as she was forced to swallow its morbid expulsion.

"Heeeelp! Somebody help us!!" Harvey cried at the top of his lungs, hoping desperately that someone would hear him and come to their aid. "Please! Someone help-" He cried out again but was cut off, his mouth crammed full as the second thicker tentacle, seeing an easy opening that was his gaping mouth, whipped forward, plunging between his lips and jaws. Beyond that point, the only noise from him were the stifled cries of terror and the muffled choking grunts of someone having something crammed down their throat.

The couple looked at one another. Carley, with fresh tears running mascara and eyeliner down her cheeks. Harvey, whose own eyes were beginning to tear up, either from his psyche breaking down or the discomfort of having his throat stuffed. They both blew puffs of air from their noses as they breathed. The tentacle in Carley's mouth still worked away with ceaseless repetition, bulge after bulge of...whatever was being pumped inside her.

Carley's eyes glazed over, her eyelids sinking like she might fall unconscious. But after a few moments, Harvey could tell exactly what type of glazed look this was. He had seen it before many times...when they made love just right...

She was deep in the thralls of pleasure.

Gradually, the woman's back arched in the hold of her living constraints. She puffed out her chest, her double D-cups straining against her, or rather, Harvey's, shirt. The groans and hums of defiance and discomfort morphed into ones she'd make when eating a meal she thoroughly enjoyed. These devolved even further into muffled moans and stifled cries of carnality.

"Carley?" He asked, even though his words came out as intelligible hums. The focus on his wife's apparent and sudden enjoyment of their situation made him oblivious to how the tentacle in his mouth was pulsating like hers was. In a moment or two, he would become well aware.

The first pulsating bulge pushed past his lips and teeth, compressing against them before whatever was within the slimy appendage burst free down his throat. His eyes shot open wide as the muscles in his throat were forced to swallow a thick, warm, viscous fluid. Not all of it went down his throat. Some of it squirted past the seal created by the tentacle's girth, splashing into his mouth and giving him a robust taste.

It tasted like...marshmallow, like those chick-shaped candies they sold around Easter. And those cream eggs, too, it tasted like those. These two flavors mingled with the chocolate taste of the tentacle's 'natural' secretions. It tasted...good, strangly enough...wonderful in fact...

Another surge of fluid burst down his throat, another few goblets squirting into his mouth. The heavenly taste caused him to shudder and groan out in pleasure. As bat-shit insanely bizarre as it was, he was starting to like this...

His gaze floated from the tentacle pumping his throat with sweet nectar to his wife. She was now suspended semi-horizontally, the front of her body hanging partially over the floor. She no longer looked to be struggling. If anything, she looked like she was trying to further embrace the serpentine appendages. This was proven evident when the tentacles appeared to lax their restraint of her, allowing her hands and arms to move more freely, an extra tentacle coiling around her waist for added support.

The second her hands could move of their own accord, they went for the appendage at her mouth, not to pull on it or strike it...no. Instead, her hands caressed the tentacle, massaging it, stroking it even, the same way she did to him as foreplay when she'd go down on him. Her cheeks were blush red, and her eyes, while focused on what was in front of her, still had that glazed look.

The tentacles at her ankles coiled further up her legs, spiraling from feet to thighs. They curved downward, then up before reaching her, pulling slightly apart simultaneously, causing her legs to fold as if she were almost kneeling. Then, with her legs parted, an additional tentacle moved in, sliding its slippery, girthy length up her thigh, obviously seeking out her most sensual places.

Harvey's eyes took in the sight of this new tentacle slithering over her lady parts, lifting the lower hem of his shirt as if to display to him how it was touching her...and how wet her panties had become, dampness that couldn't have been caused by the tentacle's oily sheen alone.

The tentacle pressed against and dragged itself over Carley's cotton-covered sex, working its way between her cheeks, then snaking its way up and around her hips to her stomach. It wormed under her oversized shirt, pressing against the placket and straining the buttoned-up fabric. Carley made a muffled noise that couldn't possibly be misinterpreted as anything but a moan of ecstasy. The sight of it all made Harvey moan all his own. It was incredibly sensual, watching this...thing...pleasure his wife.

A soft pressure pressed against his groin. He couldn't look down to see what it was due to the giant pulsating tentacle filling his vision, but he knew what it was. What he hadn't known until that moment was how hard he had become. His stiff member tented his pajama shorts before this new tentacle pressed against it.

He shuddered, his cock twitching against the serpentine intruder. It ran up his length, subtle vibrations in its musculature transferred into his member. His muffled groans expressed his bliss. He could only imagine how Carley was feeling.

His glazed-over, half-lidded eyes peered over at her. She was rolling her hips along the tentacle between her legs, grinding her pussy against it through the fabric of her panties. Harvey found himself lazily thrusting against the tentacle pressing at his groin. The vibrations, the way his cock stroked between his body and the slimy girth through his pajamas, set his body alight with sensation. All the while, that angelic fluid coursed down his throat.

If he were of sounder mind, he might have found the changes to Carley's body very peculiar, if not downright frightening. Both her ears suddenly sprung up as if they had springs attached to them, extending by nearly two feet and rising to the top of her head. Moreover, they were covered in fuzzy, lavender-purple fur. "Rabbit's ears," he thought, barely able to form said thought.

Carley's mouth and nose crackled, protruding around the tentacle stuffing her mouth. Her forming snout was forced open wider as her front teeth grew longer and larger than before. She released a few pleasureful mewls as her body began taking on more changes. The fur on her ears spread from them, quickly enveloping her head before traveling down her neck.

Harvey felt his ears shift up his head. The same changes taking over Carley's body also appeared to be happening to him. This was more than evident by his sudden sharpness of hearing. He felt his ears swiveling toward the plethora of new sounds now assailing his ears, hearing every subtle sound around him. His eyes turned down at his nose as it asserted itself into his field of view. Cracks and snaps resonated in his skull as his face reformed, pressing forward into a leporine snout.

Looking back to Carley, Harvey's gaze just managed to catch 'his' dress shirt being split open as the tentacle within flexed, bursting the buttons from the placket all over the kitchen floor. Two smaller tentacles emerged to remove the article from Carley's body. She willingly allowed herself to be undressed, lifting her arms to help the tentacles, those holding her wrists uncoiling for a moment to enable the passage of the sleeves. The restraint of her arms was no longer necessary anyhow. Carley had long ago given in to her many-limbed lover.

Mostly naken, nothing but her red panties remained on her. She wouldn't need clothes for long. The lavender fur was rapidly spreading over the skin of her naked torso. Her hair changed color to better match her pelt, changing pink while whiskers sprouted from her parting upper lip.

Harvey's eyes returned to his body as the world began to tilt, the tentacles attending him leaning him backward until he was nearly on his back, still suspended over the floor. He figured it was his turn to have his clothes removed, as he felt two slimmer tentacles reach under his clothes, one sneaking up his shirt, the other slithering into the waistbands of his pajamas and boxer-briefs.

Harvey put up no resistance as the two new appendages pulled his clothes from his body. Multiple tentacles released their hold of him at different intervals so the garments could slip over his wrists and ankles. Just like Carley, Harvey showed no desire to attempt an escape. If anything, he tried to assist the tentacles disrobing him.

His ears swung suddenly toward his wife as a stifled cry of pleasured shock came from her direction. His eyes followed his ears, locking onto his wife and shuddering in ecstasy at the sight before him. She no longer looked human, that was for sure. Her leporine form was covered in Lavender fur down to her knees. A large bush of fluffy fur sported from the center of her chest, just above her breasts, accentuating her bosom, if anything.

His focus was not on her changes, though. He barely noticed them compared to the lewdness happening below her waist. The tentacles spiraling around her legs corkscrewed further up them, wrapping up to her groin. The tips were now wriggling into her holes, one in her ass and one in her sex. The tentacle that used to be between her legs, the one that had torn the buttons from her shirt, had removed itself, allowing the two filling her lower holes to maintain her suspension off the ground themselves.

Like Harvey, the tenacles tilted Carley onto her back, then cradled her. Those binding her wrists pulled her hands from the tentacle in her mouth. They brought her arms behind her back, straightening and aiming them toward the floor. The tentacle that split her shirt arched up to coil around her torso, easing her weight in its hold.

The two tentacles stuffing her holes wriggled and pulsed within her. Her ragged stifled groans and the strings of drool running down the cheeks of her upturned face showed more than enough of how rapturous the experience was for her.

Harvey caught the wiggling of a bunny tail above her rear. At the same time, he noticed the sensation of his own tail wiggling from the same place above his rear. A spreading warmth down his torso told him he was growing the same fur pelt Carley was. As the fur spread down his arms and over his palms and fingers, a tugging, pinching sensation at his fingernails made him squirm uneasily. He strained his left arm, and the tentacle allowed him to guide his hand in front of his face. The ends of his fingers now sported thick, dark claws. Those of a bunny.

The tentacle pulled Harvey's hand away, taking both hands and pinning them behind his back like Carley's were. He barely caught the form of a new tentacle snaking its way between his splayed legs, legs that were slowly being overtaken by lavender fur. It looked like it was on a mission, gradually extending towards a very set goal. Even in his docile, thoughtless state, Harvey knew where this one was intending to go, and partially breaking through the fog of his mind, he shook his head in protest, his limbs struggling against his bond despite the futility.

His knees were gently forced closer to his body, his legs being manipulated into a squatting position, opening him up for what was to come. This new tentacle heading straight for his ass had to be an inch and a half in diameter, but luckily for him, it tapered ever so gradually from its tip. The tip in question was covered in a transparent, viscous fluid that made it shimmer more than the rest of its length and more than the other tentacles. It spurted this fluid from its tip in small spritzing streams, and as it got closer to Harvey's ass, it covered the transforming man's cheeks and hole like the glazing on a doughnut.

Harvey lost sight of it, then felt the tip press against his puckered hole. Warmth spread over wherever this tentacle's spurting lubricant landed, relaxing Harvey's body and preparing him for penetration. Harvey squirmed again as if trying to let the beast know this was taking things too far. But it was for not. The serpentine limb pressed onward, spreading Harvey's sphincter and probing into his ass.

There was pain at first, not much pain, at least as the lubricant did its job. Maybe a pinch or two. Harvey grunted in shock, his grunts quickly dissolving like chocolate in a warm pot into moans of pure pleasure. The tentacle's tapering girth slid far into him, touching things never before touched and so much more. The appendage slid in and out of him, over and over. Sometimes it would simply stay inside him, wriggling against all those nerve endings, even going as far as to press down on his prostate. This would earn a particularly whorish moan from him, as much of a moan as he could muster, having his mouth full of tentacle.

He'd never made these sounds before, but then again, he had never felt such pleasures. His enlarging feet curled as they cracked and creaked, reshaping. Drool ran over his cheeks, mimicking Carley. He could only imagine how Carley felt having two of these things inside her.

His eyes rolled toward his wife, who was still suspended on her back. Her back was arched so much it looked painful, but her face told a different story. Her eyes rolled, and drool streamed down her upturned face as she convulsed in pure orgasmic bliss.

Carley's transformations were finished, leaving her a lavender-colored anthropomorphic bunny. Her fur was highlighted with the various pastel colors that decorated the egg and its tentacles. Harvey assumed he looked almost the same, feeling the changes to his feet finish.

Harvey was wrong, though, very wrong. He had no idea, but there was one more change in store for him. This change hadn't happened to Carley, as it was wholly unnecessary. She already had the 'proper equipment' for laying eggs.

Harvey felt a tightness around his pelvic region, specifically his groin. There was a sudden pulling sensation, and Harvey looked down at himself, craning his head to see past the tentacle crammed in his muzzle. He couldn't get sight of his crotch, but he did catch his hips spreading wider in one sudden movement with a hearty *crunch*. The tugging at his cock from inside himself persisted, encompassing the uncircumcised flesh like an invisible hand had wrapped itself around his member, and a thumb was pushing down on the glands. It felt like...like his penis was shrinking!

As if the unwanted binding, mouth-filling, and ass fucking weren't enough?! Now he was losing his manhood?! His mind made the connection between his shrinking dick and his widening hips. Then it dawned on him. He was becoming a she! Of course, he was...how else would he 'produce eggs' as the note from earlier stated? As the tentacle in his mouth continued its never-ending deluge of sweet transformative nectar, Harvey knew it was too late. He had swallowed so much already. There was no stopping it now, even if he could escape.

He imagined what his genitals looked like at that moment. How small had his cock gotten? Where would it go? Would it shrink down into a clitoris? Would it simply...sort of...turn inside out? Where would his balls go? Curiosity blocked out any fear that, before, would have overtaken him. He wondered what it would feel like to have the same genitals as his beautiful wife. She seemed to be enjoying the tentacle sex more than him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Everything else so far had felt good....

Harvey felt what little of his manhood he could still twitch recede into his pelvis. New muscles, internal muscles, remade themselves from the previously external. His gonads shifted, lurching inside himself as his penis had done moments before. His hips made one final *snap* before things began to settle. Harvey noticed the absence of sensation coming from where his prostate should have been, which had, unbeknownst to him, become his new womb.

While he now had lady parts between his legs, he still lacked any trace of breasts. Perhaps this was beneficial, as seeing past the tentacle in his maw was already tricky. Giant breasts would only make things more challenging. But, lost in thought and unable to see regardless, Harvey was oblivious to the new tentacle emerging between his legs.

It sought out Harvey's new hole, just as Carley's had, although rather than coil around his leg, this one made a B-line for his sex. Harvey barely had time to register the new sensations of having something brush up against his pussy lips before the tentacle began wriggling its way into him.

Harvey moaned against the tentacle in his mouth, the feeling of the round-ended, tapered appendage stretching him almost too much to bear. So many new pleasureful sensations buzzed around his wider pelvic region as the tentacle wormed deeper and deeper inside him, wriggling and pulsating. It was so wonderful. Harvey groaned out of his nose, no longer controlling his reactions.

His whole body was on ecstatic fire. He bucked his hips the best he could against the two wriggling limbs touching him in ways he never thought possible. He couldn't believe this was happening, and he couldn't believe what started as something so horrifying...could become something he never wanted to end.

The two bunnies gurgled and groaned in the suspended embrace of their monstrous lover. Through his own obscene noises, Harvey heard his wife squeal in a way he'd never thought she could. There was a slight familiarity to it. It sounded like the noise she made when she'd climax, when he did his job pleasing her in all the right ways. This was different, though. It was harsh, jagged, feral, in a way that almost came off as savage begging, like the more her body was ravaged by this monster, the more she became a slave, a pet.

It turned Harvey on so much to see his wife in such a ravenous state, knowing that, as the tentacles worked him over like a flesh puppet, he would soon join her in that mind-bending bliss. He let his head lean back, the mouth-tentacle following to continue filling his stomach. He arched his back against his suspended constraints, rolling his hips along with the two tentacles pleasuring his most sensitive areas. He let them do their work and guide him to orgasmic bliss.

And that they did. After a few minutes of having every possible button pushed and listening to his wife's other-worldly muffled cries of ecstasy, it finally reached him, crashing down upon him like a moon into a planet...

Stars specked his sight, and dark borders closed in from his peripherals before he clamped his eyes shut, unable to keep them open under such an assault on his nervous system. His body felt ablaze, the nuclear fires of sensations consuming him in the best of ways. He strained as hard as he could against his bonds, not because he wanted to escape or resist but because the sensations taking him to new heights of pleasure caused every muscle of his to contract.

Their feral groans and moans, paired with the sick sucking of the tentacles repeatedly penetrating them, filled the room like music from their stereo system. Finally, the tentacles making love to their pussies slowed, almost to a standstill. The two groaned in protest, unaware that these two appendages were preparing to fulfill their ultimate purpose.

Round protrusions, each about the size of a baseball, bulged the two tentacles as they worked their way through the insides of each. They traveled within the snaking appendages, inching closer to the ends still inside the two bunnies breeding holes. These bulges appeared one after the other until the entire lengths of the two tentacles were filled, each bump only inches apart. Then, finally, they reached their destinations.

The first of whatever was being conveyed through the limbs of this monster's limbs squeezed into the bunnies' well-fucked holes, spreading their labia apart, then their openings, then their vaginal walls. The sensations of having their love tunnels spread so fully, compounded on top of every other feeling, nearly broke their minds. They gurgled and mewled like debased beasts as the first of many...eggs...pushed into their wombs.

Right behind the first, a second egg pushed into them via the tentacle, already passing through their love tunnels as the foremost broke into their wombs. This one joined the first deep inside their reproductive tracks, resting alongside its sibling. The next one joined after that, then the next, and still, more eggs appeared from the giant egg, sliding along the insides of its breeding appendages.

Harvey and Carley had no idea what they were in for. They were simply too far gone...

After ten eggs or so, both bunnies began to show the mass of eggs their wombs had taken through their bellies. They distended like the two had eaten the largest meals of their lives. With each egg supplanted inside them, their bellies would grow a tiny bit more, and the eggs just kept coming. They most likely would have lost count had the two even known what was happening.

After several dozens of eggs, the two's appearance had gone from overweight to downright pregnant. How many more could they handle? How many more could they take? Would this monster know where to draw the line? The couple had no idea, nor even thought to ask these questions, for they had lost their grip on reality.

Eventually, the bulges ceased appearing from the creature's shell. Then, the last of the eggs traveled along their conveying tentacles until the final egg of each disappeared inside the bunnies' cunts.

With all the eggs spent, the four tentacles probing their nether regions suddenly withdrew, leaving the two bunnies feeling unacceptably vacant. They groaned and moaned into the tentacles filling their muzzles, protesting the sudden void, needing to be filled again and forever... Their lamentations only grew from there, becoming suddenly and very audible as the appendages muffing their sounds also retreated.

Carley and Harvey shrieked and cried with sorrowful abandon like infants woken in the dead of night, wailing for their mothers. Their anguished cries echoed through the house, but no one was there to hear them.

"No! Please! MORE! I NEED MORE!" Harvey cried, his voice having taken on a more androgynous tone.

"Fill MEEEE!" Carley shrieked. "Fill me and fuck MEEEEE!" the two felt themselves being lain on the cold tile floor, both on their backs, their new fur taking most of the chill from the hard surface.

"Please!!!!" Harvey begged. "I'll do anything!!! Just give it to me again!!!!" Carley simply began sobbing uncontrollably, her words coming out as gibberish.

The tentacles still coiled around their arms and legs let the two free to lay on the ground, abandoning them like unwanted pets. The bunnies both sobbed, the loss of their many-limbed lover filling them with despair akin to the death of a spouse.

After a time, the sorrow consuming the two bunnies waned, the lack of such sensation dulling, leaving only the latent feelings of being so physically used. Finally, their sanity returned, and the two struggled with weak arms to push their upper bodies into sitting positions. They gazed at the giant egg, faces matted with tears and sweetly smelling drool.

The tentacles were gone, vanished back into the egg wince they came. However, It remained open, the sides peeled away in the same blooming state. The two looked at each other, sporting the same half-lidded, exhausted expression. Their mouths hung open with their tongues lolling out, a mixture of drool and the sweet nectar that had pleased them dribbling down onto their chests. Their breath came and went in short, shallow repetitions.

"Harvey...." Carley said, dropping the word from her mouth more than speaking them. Harvey said nothing, only returning her concerned, discombobulated look with his own. "Wha..." She began again. "Wha tha fuuuuck?" Her voice had a distressed whine to it.

Harvey just sat in his place, panting, only stopping to grunt as he cleared residual nectar from his throat. He honestly didn't know what to say or if he had the sense to say anything at all. Carley tipped her body to one side, attempting to move despite her severely distended belly. This is when Harvey finally found his voice.

"C-Carley...Wait..." He mumbled, unsure either of them should move as they were. Carley barely managed to wobble onto her hands and knees. Her belly nearly touched the ground. Harvey looked down at his own belly, knowing just beneath it was a set of female genitalia that used to be male. He placed his hand on his protruding gut and let out a frustrated groan.

Carley was halfway to Harvey, fighting for every inch of tile she had to crawl over to her husband, or what little of Harvey she could still consider her husband. He looked so different now, with his lavender fur and short pink hair, his long ears, his leporine snout, and his cotton tail, not to mention his comically pregnant belly and the pussy that resided between his legs.

Harvey saw her slow approach and rolled his wider hips, folding his legs so he could kneel with his rear sitting on his ankles. He faced her as she got closer, and once she was close enough to touch, the two foggy-minded rabbits leaned on one another for support, their heads resting on the other's shoulders. Neither was sure what to do about their situation. The emptiness they felt inside their loins still clung to their consciousness.

"Carley..." Harvey said, speaking with laborious determination.

"Y-yes?" Carley answered back, frantic to know what her husband had to say after such an ordeal. She hoped it would be something reassuring, but she knew he couldn't say much to make things any better.

"Carley...I...I love you...." He said, voice still raspy with nectar-laced phlegm. "I just want...to feel filled again..."

"Me too, Harvey." Carley agreed, her voice wavering like she might begin to cry again. The two had their faces so close to each other they could smell the sweetness of the forcefully fed nectar on each other's breath. They stared into the other's vacant eyes, then leaned forward, both of them closing their eyes as their muzzles met.

What started as a soft, soothing display of affection made to comfort the other in the most basic way they could quickly became a lewd and vulgar display as they desperately attempted to recreate some of the sensations received by their monstrous lover. Their tongues wriggled and crammed past each other, spilling into their partner's mouth. Their hands traveled down to their hips, then between each other's legs. Their fingers plunged into each other's pussies to the sounds of pleading moans. Finally, the two shuffled closer, allowing them to reach their partner's asshole with their other hands.

The two ground on each other's hands, rolling their hips as they fed off but a fraction of the pleasure shared by the tentacles. It was good enough for a time, but eventually, things started getting more intense, at least for Carley. Her moans became groans, and soon, they became cries, forcing her to break their kiss.

"Oh, god! Harvey!" She wailed. Harvey could only groan in reply. He knew his fingers weren't 'that' good, definitely not right after what they had been through. Something else was happening here, and his critical thinking brought him to grim but apparent conclusions.

"Oh! Harvey! I feel something moving!" She shrieked. Harvey shuffled away from her, trying to give her space and observe her, not knowing what more he could do to help in his pregnant state. "It's...It's coming!!! Something's coming!!!" Harvey's tired eyes were glued between his wife's legs. She had them pushed further apart yet remained kneeling. The pink of her labia parted to something...blue and speckled?

Carley cried out ragged wails of pleasure and pain, the melding of such exquisite sensations temporarily incapacitating her. She abandoned Harvey's embrace, leaning back on her hands. From this angle, Harvey saw the extent of his wife beneath her massive belly. He watched the blue orb, shimmering with its purple-speckled surface, squeeze from Carley's pussy.

Carley moaned in delight now, like it was the most fantastic feeling to have ever graced her body. Her eyes rolled back, and her sticky snout hung agape. Hot breath streamed from her between moans that were rising to a crescendo. Then, with one long, last pleasureful cry, Carley pushed the egg from her snatch, her cry draining into a long, satisfied groan as it dropped free.

Carley leaned forward again, panting as she rested her forehead against Harvey's. Her breath came out in hot pants.

"I...I just laid an egg...and it felt fucking amazing...." She stated in both utter disbelief and satisfaction. The egg in question lay in a thin puddle of Carley's juices. Harvey was stunned. Words failed him. A dark realization set in that he would soon suffer the same fate. His belly was the same size as hers, and he now had the equipment to facilitate the action.

They turned their heads as a squelching sound emanated from the giant egg on the counter. A single tentacle emerged, its length arching back into the body. The arch grew higher, fed as one end drew up from the inside. The squelching grew louder, the end of the tentacle becoming visible. It coiled around something. Was it...a handle?

Gradually, a woven arched handle appeared, and the squelching reached its zenith. A loud *pop* made the two start, blinking. The tentacle lifted a woven basket, as large as the egg it emerged from, out, letting it hang above the counter.

The tentacle brought the basket down next to the couple. It was big enough for both of them to crawl inside and sit. They watched it as it gently touched the floor, their gaze following the tentacle as it retreated from them, retracting back into the egg. The second it returned to its 'nest,' the blossomed folds of the egg curled upward until the egg closed, becoming whole again.

The bunnies looked down at the giant basket and then at each other. Harvey puffed a sigh.

"We...we have to fill it...." He said, his tone accepting yet defeated.

"Fill it?" She asked, needing clarification.

"Yes, fill it. By midnight, like the note said." He paused, remembering the veiled threat contained in the note's words. "If we don't...I think...I think we'll stay like this."

"For how long?" Carley asked, a panicked inflection in her words.

"I have no idea," Harvey admitted. "But I think, considering everything else that has happened, it would be wise if we did as it instructed." Carley turned to look at the basket.

"It's...so big though..." She remarked. "You'll help, right?" Harvey sighed at her question. Then, he felt something. Something inside him moved, rumbled, jostling free of its place. The feeling started in his gut, his...womb...but worked its way down into his new lady parts.

"I don't think I have a choice in the matter." He said. He suddenly groaned, feeling the egg as it entered his vaginal canal. It stretched him, stretched him wide, maxing out the capacity of his female parts. Harvey moaned this time, the sensations felt while the tentacle filled him returning.

Carley held one of his hands with her own, her free hand coming up to caress his leporine face, soothing her husband as they shared the experience of laying his first egg. Harvey's hand rose to his face, grasping Carley's. His moans intensified, his androgynous voice taking on a feminine bent. His entire pelvic region was on fire, every nerve ending in his love tunnel being strained to their limit. It hurt like hell but felt like heaven, and these sensations emanated outward through his whole body.

"Oh, god!" He cried. "It...it..."

"Feels incredible, yes?" Carley asked, her forehead resting against Harvey's as she comforted him. Harvey growled in pain, then raggedly moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck...y-yes!" He elated. The egg pushed along his vaginal walls. Reaching his opening. Harvey screamed as the egg parted his labia, stretching his pussy to its maximum diameter. Carley looked down through her locks of pink hair, her forehead fur ruffling against Harvey's. She saw it emerging from her husband's cunt. It was pink and sported yellow stripes painted around its girth.

Breath after breath of hot, feminine breath escaped Harvey's maw, interrupted by moans and cries. His legs quivered, straining to hold himself up. He leaned on Carley for support. Then, with one last wall-shaking scream of agony and ecstasy, he pushed the last of the egg out. It rolled between his knees, coming to a stop against Carley's egg.

"That'a girl..." Carley praised. "You did it...." Her voice crooned like mother's, soothing any shock her partner may have endured. Harvey's breaths came out in long downward wails as he came down from the high of passing such a large object through his newly acquired femininity. They looked down at their eggs, marveling that such things could have come from inside them.

"That..." Harvey began, taking heaving breaths. "That was incredible...." He said

"Yeah..." Carley agreed. She looked at the oversized basket. "So...do we just put the eggs in there?" she asked.

"I guess so..." He replied before asking. "Why eggs, though? I...I know it's Easter, but who actually needs eggs?"

"I haven't a clue...." Carley said. The two scooped up their eggs and weakly lifted them to the basket's rim. They tipped their eggs over the edge and listened to them break open on the bottom. The couple groaned, wondering if those two still counted toward their totals. They looked over the side into the basket to see their eggs both cracked open like they were made of paper.

Chocolate eggs of all types lay around the broken eggshells, cream-filled ones, ones wrapped in tin foil, and even a yellow marshmallow chick. Harvey and Carley just looked down, not even a bit surprised. This was honestly one of the less strange things to happen today.

"So this is where easter candy comes from?" Carley asked.

"Can't be," Harvey replied. "Impossible."

"Today...nothing seems impossible." Carley mused.

The two grunted as something moved within their wombs. The familiar feeling of an egg sinking past their cervixes drew them away from the basket.

"Oh no," Harvey despaired. "I feel another one coming." He held his distended belly with both hands.

"So soon?" Carley asked, a little frightened. She, too, held her belly. Both of them began to groan as the ovipositional ordeal started anew. This time, they would be prepared. They could weather the storm together.

The couple's groans turned to moans and wails. They took their hands from their bellies and moved closer to each other. Their arms fell around their partner's shoulders, clinging to one another. Their bellies touched as they rested their heads past each other's.

The moans and cries of ecstasy and agony resurged as the two labored to pass their eggs. Finally, the eggs entered into the space between their vaginal walls. They stretched the two as much as the first did. The couple writhed in each other's arms groaning and whining, moaning and howling, feeling every nerve ending being pulled taught.

The eggs dilated their yawning cunts, the two uniquely colored, poking from between their labia. The eggs pulled the two's entrances wide, as wide as they would stretch. The two rabbits screamed in climax, their eggs maxing out their pussies. What should have been incredibly painful brought on unimaginable pleasure. The two's undulating cries could be heard from every nook and cranny in the house.

With two loud *pops*, the eggs came free, nestling next to each other between the couple's legs. All tenseness left their bodies, and the two bunnies slumped, using their partner to hold themselves up. Their chests expanded and contracted, their lungs struggling to fill with air after such a grueling expulsion.

The two bunnies fell away from each other and collapsed onto their rears, cotton tails twitching as much as their legs. Their legs crossed over one another, and their straightened arms held their upper bodies beneath them, allowing them to lean back as they panted away.

"Fuck..." Harvey puffed between labored breaths. "This...this is starting to feel...really good." Carley let out what Harvey could only guess was a chuckle.

"Fuck yeah...it is..." She said in whole-hearted agreement. The two looked at each other as their breaths stilled, and perverted grins spread across their muzzled faces that showcased their enlarged front teeth. The task of filling the basket no longer seemed such a daunting task. The two now seemed...glad...that they had to do it.

"Guess we should start filling this basket," Harvey said, his voice taking on a more gleeful tone.

"All the way to the top." She added. They breathed through their cute bunny noses as they pushed themselves toward the other, their lips locking in a passionate embrace. This wouldn't last long, though. The rumbling in their gut told them the time to lay another egg was upon them, so they leaned back, took deep breaths, and awaited the next bout of unfathomable sensation to wash over them.

Their laughter echoed throughout their house, the sounds of those whose minds had been lost to lust...

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The digital clock on the stove read 11:22 PM. Harvey's last cries as his latest egg left his body blared from the living room. The couple had relocated to their couch long ago, sometime around noon, pulling the basket in with them between layings. It had been a long and arduous day for them, but being allowed to lay on the couch with some gentle music in the background made it a far cozier one.

Despite laying egg after egg, approximately one every five minutes, the two felt energized...alive... Every new egg brought with it new ways of feeling oneself, pushing the boundaries of sensation and orgasm. It had been quite an enlightening experience, and neither would be the same again after this.

Their forms looked different after laying so many eggs. Their bellies were nearly flat, almost all their eggs having been expelled and tossed into the basket on the coffee table. The basket itself was pretty full, the chocolate goodies rising in a pile, threatening to spill over the sides.

Harvey huffed and puffed, picking his egg up and tossing it on the pile. The egg broke open like all the others, its assorted contents spilling out amongst the rest. He lounged back in his spot, stroking through his dripping pussy lips, his leporine head resting over the rear cushions. Carley grunted as an egg pushed its way from her womb. She sighed, clenching the walls of her lady parts to milk every last bit of pleasure from the thing.

"Oh, yeah...that's the stuff." She cooed. The egg parted her labia, and she leaned back against the couch, her hand rubbing her clit as it stretched her. Her other hand had been playing with her breasts for the past five eggs, each giving her the sweet release she craved.

After so many eggs, the couple mainly became numb to most of the sensations each laying initially conjured. They became physically looser and mentally accustomed to the feeling. Soon, the eggs no longer brought on the mind-shattering feelings those first fifty or so had, dwindling like their enlarged bellies. At least two could more casually enjoy the climactic highs still provided, no longer pinned down by the mass of their pregnant stomachs.

Carley's egg slipped free of her snatch, the bunny offering a joyous moan, hoping the next one wouldn't be far behind.

However, both of them would be disappointed as they had just laid their last eggs.

Carley reached down and tossed the egg into the basket. It broke apart on the pile of shattered shells and easter treats, dumping its delicious contents on top. "How many more do you think we have to go, hun? My figure is looking pretty normal again." She asked. Harvey just shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not sure... I kind of hope this never ends." Harvey replied, still stroking his pussy. His voice couldn't be more relaxed. Carley snorted.

"I know, right? Today has been... life-changing..." she said.

"I never thought I'd enjoy having...." He paused to think of the right word. "Lady...parts...this much." This spurred a giggle from Carley. She sat up straight and shuffled closer to her husband.

"Oh yeah? You wanna try out what you've learned on me?" She asked, grinning at him mischievously. "I can show you a few...tricks, as well." At this, Harvey sat up, returning her grin with his own.

"Oh, hell yeah." He agreed.

The two pulled in close and ground their bodies against one another, each of their right hands immediately reaching down to dig their fingers into each other's cunts. They moaned into each other's muzzles, the two sloppily making out as they vigorously pleasured their sexes.

They stayed like this for a while, waiting to lay their next eggs...eggs that would never come.

The sudden presence of slippery serpentine appendages wrapped around their midsections shocked the two from their trance. Their eyes snapped open, and their mouths uncoupled to protest. The two were lifted from their places, grunting as they strained against their captor. It would seem the tentacles had returned.

After a day of laying eggs, the two had almost forgotten about these...intruders?...lovers? The two bunnies relaxed, knowing there was little they could do in the nearly strangling grasp of these monsters. They appeared to be moving from the living room back to the kitchen. Harvey spoke up with a question, his voice straining in the grasp of his tentacle.

"I don't understand. Did we do it? Did we fill the basket enough?" Carley looked down to her side, replying as Harvey followed her gaze to a third tentacle passing in between them.

"I suppose so." the two watched the tentacle coil around the basket's giant handle, hoisting it like it weighed nothing. Finally, they stopped moving, now suspended before the giant egg, the focal point of the day's strange events.

The basket passed them, almost floating in the tentacle's sturdy hold. It was brought up and over the center egg. The two stared on, wide-eyed, as the basket, loaded with their produced treats, was lowered into the egg's blossoming opening. It squelched and sucked as it sank slowly, the tentacle still coiled around the handle.

The sounds of the basket died as it disappeared into the egg, but they were quickly replaced by the softer squelching of two new tentacles. Harvey and Carley recognized these two. They were the same that had forced themselves into their mouths and pumped them full of the sweet-tasting transmogrifying fluid.

"Uhhh," Carley grunted in confusion. "Why these again? What-" She was silenced as the tentacle slithering closest to her struck forward like a whip, plunging into her mouth faster than she could blink.

"What the fu-" Harvey barely managed to get out, the tentacle meant for him taking its chance and whipping into his mouth. The tentacles wriggled far down their gullets, much further than before. Whatever feeling they felt while being filled earlier that morning somehow began in reverse. The sensation of having something sucked from their insides took over their guts.

Harvey and Carley both gurgled and grunted. Their hands tried to pry the serpentine appendages from their muzzles. Muzzles...that were shrinking...

Their bones cracked and snapped as body parts corrected, returning to a more human state. Their feet shortened, the fur and claws receding into them, leaving unblemished skin and nails. The recession of their fur climbed up their bodies, coming to their hips. Harvey's hips compressed back to a more natural male shape. Not only that, but his genitals shifted, slowly returning to before, beginning with the fusion of his labia back into scrotal tissue.

Their tails shrunk, soon becoming nothing but tailbones covered in smooth skin as their pelts receded up their torsos. Paws shifted back into human hands, and arms became bare once more. As most of their fur returned to skin, the two found the air inside their home chillier. They shivered while their ears shortened and sunk back to their proper place on the sides of their heads.

With loud crackles that resonated inside their skulls, their faces fell back into place as primarily flat, muzzleless human visages. The last to return to normal was their hair, which retained its natural colors. Finally, Harvey's cock flopped free, a full sack of testes accompanying it.

He was happy to have his 'bits' back. But would be lying to say he didn't already miss the feminine sex.

Having finished their job, the two tentacles pulled free of the couples' mouths. The kitchen filled with long ragged gasps as they struggled to regain their breath. The two were lowered back to the floor, the appendages around their midsections uncoiling and relenting, already withdrawing back into the egg.

As the last of the tentacles' blunted ends disappeared into the open top of the egg, the petals all around it began to close. Then, gradually, the cracks separating each petal sealed where the petals joined, like they had never been there at all. Harvey and Carley watched, naked, as the egg finally came together into one solid form.

Once whole again, the egg rapidly began to shrink, shrinking down to the size Harvey initially found it and even smaller. Smaller and smaller it got until neither Harvey nor Carley could even make it out anymore, then it was gone. There was a pause for a second, then, like the essence of the universe bursting forth from its point of origin, polka-dot confetti exploded into the air from where the egg shrunk out of existence. A parting gift.

The couple didn't even know what to say at this point. The day had been unbelievably wild. Neither would be surprised if they were still in bed dreaming. They gazed around the layer of confetti now covering their kitchen like light snow.

"What...the...fuck..." Carley murmured. Harvey stepped to the counter and brushed through the small pile of confetti where the egg had disappeared. A business card was poking out of it, and he picked it up between his finger and thumb. Carley joined him, looking it over before Harvey read it aloud for the two of them.

"Thank you so much for your contribution toward the Easter holiday! Congrats to you for filling your basket on time!" Harvey looked up at the clock. It read 11:35. "And with twenty-five minutes to spare." He added with a touch of false pride. He flipped the card over and read the printing on the other side.

"If you would like to participate in next year's Easter contributions, please respond with 'yes' If you would like to opt-out forever, respond with 'No.'" Harvey peered over at Carley, and Carley met his eyes with hers.

There was a serious consideration in each other's eyes, like they both wanted to say 'yes' but didn't want to be the insane person to suggest it. They experienced so many things that day, most of which should have been impossible, things neither of them would have begun to imagine. But, ultimately, it had been incredible, and they secretly yearned for more.

Carley broke the silence. "I'll say yes if you do. This is the most fun I've ever had on an Easter weekend. In fact, this is the most fun I think I've ever had, period."

"Yeah..." Harvey quietly agreed. "And I have to admit. I'd do it again just to try out having a pussy one more time."

They looked back down at the business card, looking it over again. Then the two both gave a loud and excited "Yes!"

As they watched the card dissolve into confetti in Harvey's hand, neither had ever been as excited for next year's Easter as they were at that moment...