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The rusted metal door to a storage unit rattled as it was lifted up, James letting out a sigh as he stood under it and looked inside. It was mostly empty, save for a few cardboard boxes that looked older than him.

"Ugh, I should've asked for more photos." He thought out loud, walking up to the boxes and blowing the dust off of them. He'd recently seen a few stories about people finding amazing or valuable things in storage units they'd bought, and he was convinced to try the same. Unfortunately it looked like this one was a bust, and the money he spent on it was just a waste. Only fifty bucks, but fifty bucks he now wished he had back. Still, some part of him had a little bit of hope that he'd find something interesting, so he started to look through the boxes one at a time. Garbage, old boring books, dead bugs, a surprising amount of dust.. In the final, smallest box though, he found something that piqued his interest: Wrapped in an old brown cloth was a small, white, stone statue, about six inches tall. At first he thought it was abstract, but after wiping it off with the cloth he saw that it was much more detailed than he thought, so realistic that it seemed like a machine had made it. It depicted a voluptuous, motherly cow, sporting three rows of oversized breasts and equally oversized udders where her hands rested.

"..What the hell.." He mumbled, confused by what he found yet still blushing as he stared at it in both hands. For some reason he almost felt jealous of it, she looked so content like that, so well endowed and so heavily pregnant.. Wait, pregnant? He wasn't sure where that thought came from, but after staring embarrassingly close at the statue he noticed that she was holding a large egg- relative to the statue's size- in one of her arms.

He shook his head, wrapping the statue up again in its cloth and tucking it under his arm, starting to head home. Maybe the storage unit wasn't quite all garbage.

Before long he arrived home with the statue, and he unwrapped it again to get a better look. It was so immaculate that he would've thought it was professionally 3D-printed were it not absolutely made of stone, but regardless he had no doubt that the utmost care went into making it. He stared at it for a while longer, including ogling its ass until he realised how much he was staring and feeling a bit ashamed, gently sitting it down on a shelf. He'd move it later, since it very much stood out compared to the rest of his decor. Maybe he'd just hide it when a guest came over.

He went about the rest of his day as normal, glancing at the statue whenever he passed by but otherwise leaving it alone. Eventually he went to bed without a worry in the world, getting nice and comfortable under the blankets, easily dozing off for the night.

In the morning he woke feeling surprisingly well rested, stretching his arms out above him. Despite feeling so rested, his body still felt heavy as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He was still waking up, so it took a moment for him to notice something VERY unusual about his body. He opened his eyes with a shriek, looking down at the massive pair of tits on his chest, the extra-large nipples alone almost as wide as his head. He couldn't see them with how big the first set was, but there were two more rows of tits on his chest, and under that was a set of udders that were so large and heavy that they rested between his legs.

"W-what the fuck?!" He shouted to nobody in particular as he climbed out of bed, quickly stumbling over to the nearest mirror so he could see what happened to him. He looked to be the same height, but certainly not the same size. He'd been made much curvier than normal, his hips and butt more like couch cushions than their usual softness, even his arms and face had been made a bit softer. Getting a good look at his new breasts and udders he was shocked that he could even stand, let alone so easily. He was hesitant to touch himself but his curiosity- and arousal- got the better of him, and he lifted a hand up to gently rub one of his nipples. His fur stood on end, a shock of pleasure going through his body that ended with an intense heat in his crotch, and he could already feel a few drops of wetness soak his thighs.

He blushed heavily under his fur and panted, legs trembling under him. Maybe it was just the surprise that made it feel so intense, so of course he had to try it again. This time he did it with both hands, lightly pressing against the sides of his top row of breasts, biting his lip and moaning from the immense pleasure it brought him.

"I-I should stop.." He told himself, but he didn't stop in the slightest, slowly rubbing his breasts and bringing his hands to his nipples, giving himself a good squeeze. Almost right away milk began to squirt from his tits, spraying onto the mirror and wall in front of him and soaking his hands. It was an unfamiliar but wonderful feeling, and even once he took his hands off the flow didn't stop. Instead of huffing at the mess like he normally would, he felt an odd sense of pride from producing so much milk so easily, and he moved his hands lower to his second row of breasts, giving those a good squeeze in his hands and groaning when they started to leak just as much as the first. He gave a few light tugs, coaxing more of his rich cream out and obscuring his form on the mirror as it was covered in milk.

The third row was treated the same, before he moved on to his bountiful udders. He was trembling with anticipation as he gently wrapped his fingers around his teats, squeezing firmly and pulling, getting a much larger gush of milk while his breasts kept spraying on their own. It felt good, his knees pressing together as his pussy squirted all over his thighs, the tiger nearly cumming on the spot and squeezing his udders again and again.

A few minutes of mindless milking went by before he spotted something, though not too clearly. His eyes caught something glowing bright pink on the mirror, and despite how horny he felt he was curious enough to try feeling around to get a look at it himself. He figured out it was coming from his crotch, lifting up his udders. Of course he couldn't actually see down there past his endowments, and with a mildly frustrated huff he looked for his phone while leaking all over the place. Once he did find it he had to be very careful to not get milk all over it while he tried pushing things around and getting a good angle, not to mention hold his hand steady while he took a picture of himself. After wiping the milk off of the screen he was treated to an only slightly blurry photo of his pussy, and between it and the bottom of his udders on his crotch was a large, rather intricate womb tattoo featuring what looked like hearts and eggs. It was glowing such an intense pink that he doubted even clothing could fully hide it, but trying to cover himself was far from his mind at the moment.

A moment later there was a new sensation deep inside him that made him go tense, dropping his phone onto the floor.

"W-whaa.." He whined, looking down to see his stomach slowly swelling out, his udders being pushed into view past his breasts and making his gut feel heavier and heavier. It wasn't the same fullness he felt after eating too much, this was much more intense, more rigid, almost bringing him to his knees while more of his fluids poured from him. Then there was something that he was even less prepared for, something he didn't think he could ever be prepared for: He could feel something hard, round, and huge pressed against his cervix from the inside, and the pressure was growing fast. He would have panicked, but as that object pressed harder and harder, starting to forcefully spread his cervix open, his mind nearly went numb with white-hot bliss.

His legs felt like jelly and he fell forward, landing face down and ass up on the edge of his bed. His tits and udders were smushed underneath him, soaking the blankets with milk, but him pressing down like that was forcing something else out of him too. His cervix was stretched wide around one of the objects inside him, his stuffed womb tensing and trying to push out everything that was inside it. Whatever was trying to get out of him was almost as large as his head, stretching him wider than anything else had before, pressing against all sorts of sensitive spots he didn't even know existed. Despite there being no preparation there wasn't any pain, only ever-increasing amounts of overstimulating pleasure, wracking the poor tiger's mind and body with orgasm after orgasm. Under the volume of his moaning was the wet sounds of the round object squishing around inside him, his slit starting to gape open before anything had even left it- if someone were to look in, they'd see the bright white shell of a gargantuan egg deep inside him, opening him up wider the closer it came to his entrance, and as it slipped past his cervix another egg immediately plugged it up. His body was pushing and squeezing on its own, and before long the egg popped right out of his cunt, leaving it gaping and drooling while he moaned incoherently and squirted on the floor, unable to tighten back up as a second egg followed close behind, and he laid it much quicker than the first, followed by a third..

The eggs started to pile up behind him, one pushing out of him every few seconds, and even while he laid more eggs than he would've thought possible, his belly didn't shrink at all. If anything it was getting bigger, slowly swelling larger even while he passed egg after egg, his pussy stuck gaping yet no less sensitive. Eventually he pushed himself up on shaky legs and arms, panting and whining between his moans and gasps, still laying more eggs onto the floor and squirting hard. He knew he had to move, to get to some other room, but not to lessen the mess or find some way to stop it, it was only so he'd have more room to endlessly lay eggs.

He slowly waddled along with his hands gently placed on his udders, frequently pausing whenever he pushed another egg out, but he barely made it to the doorway before collapsing to his knees as another wave of extra heat and pleasure coursed through his body, focusing in on his gut. Only a moment later his belly swiftly bloated even larger, putting more weight on his front while he was helpless to do anything but shiver and cry out in bliss as he was stretched in a much different way- he felt yet another massive egg descending not down his birth canal but down his bowels, stretching out his ass and not stopping despite his rump being even tighter than his pussy was. He nearly blacked out from the pleasure as his inner walls were pinned between two eggs, one in his tailhole and one in his pussy, their white shells peeking out of his holes together. He moaned breathlessly as his holes were stretched to their limits and further by the thickest parts of the eggs, getting stuck for a moment before they slipped out onto the floor with a large splash of femcum and a seemingly natural lubricant from his rear. Both were left gaping wide, unable to clench shut, making lots of sloppy and wet noises when they sucked in air and started pushing out another pair of eggs.

Over time he managed to shuffle further forward on his knees, moving into the next room while unable to stop laying eggs, his teats still gushing out excessive amounts of milk without his help, his front completely soaked with his cream. He kept his hands on his belly trying to keep himself steady, but all it did was give him even more pleasure and make it even harder to keep moving. Alas even that didn't last too long, the tiger only making it a little bit further into his living room before collapsing onto all fours, milky bits smushed against the floor, and after a deep breath he gave a hard push from inside. Multiple eggs were forced from his gaped slit and tailhole at once, immediately following one after the other with no pause, piling up between his legs. He groaned, and after he shuddered for a bit- and laid another two eggs without moving a muscle- he pushed again, another large group of eggs wetly sliding out together and giving him a good and rough stretch.

It was then that he thought of something, though it was one of the few thoughts he had at all anymore. Why was he worrying about running out of room? Why worry about anything, why do anything at all when he could just sit back and let the pleasure take over? And that's exactly what he did, rolling over onto his back and giving another good push, even more eggs getting forced out of his gaped exits, before he relaxed and pushed again. Push and relax, push and relax. He quickly settled into that steady, pleasurable rhythm, laying more eggs with every push and bringing his pleasure to new heights. Of course his hands didn't stay still, furiously groping and kneading his udders, making small geysers of milk shoot up and rain back down over him, soaking what little dry fur was left and creating an increasingly large puddle around himself and getting all over the eggs he was laying.

Very soon, as if he was being rewarded for fully giving in, his udders began to quickly grow larger, swelling not with milk but with large, round objects that he immediately recognised as more eggs. He didn't know or care why, but he knew this was going to feel good, and he kept pushing and squeezing while the pressure grew. In seconds it grew to a peak, and his udders bulged out as eggs started pushing out from all four of those exits. The flow of milk was temporarily blocked off (though not from his tits), but only for a second before the eggs came out and landed by his sides, followed by massive gushes of milk from his now-gaping teats. He started laying eggs from his udders just as quick as he was laying them from his ass, throwing him further into the bottomless pit of bliss that he'd probably never return from.

He moved his hands up to his chest, laying more eggs while he furiously groped himself and milked out more of a mess. It didn't take much time before a familiar sensation bloomed from all six of his breasts, all rapidly growing together and filling with plenty of oversized eggs, which then started to push out of his fat nipples one after the other. He was barely conscious, tortured by that nonstop barrage of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before, eggs gradually piling up around him and tumbling elsewhere in the room, his bits still gradually getting larger as they produced more and more eggs. His eggholes had been made extra large and puffy from the abuse, his slit and tailhole especially thick and plump, looking like they were just pumped up for several hours while they were repeatedly opened wide around smooth egg shells.

The goddess statue that James brought home remained on the shelf where he left it, not moving an inch. However, it was inevitable that some of his milk and pussy juice splattered onto its stone surface, not that he noticed. It was a small offering, but she was so bored after being left in that stuffy box for so long.. He was left clueless of his womb tattoo glowing brighter and becoming more intricate, and clueless as to why all of a sudden, his production increased explosively, more eggs being forced out by the ones growing behind them, making his existing bounty look small in comparison. Not a single second went by where any of his holes weren't being stretched out absurdly by eggs, numbers and size rapidly increasing. They went from roughly the size of watermelons to beachballs, a constant deluge of eggs spilling from every available exit, so big and coming out so fast that his holes couldn't clench at all, the only space between eggs being the gaps caused by their round shapes pressing against eachother. His arms flopped weakly by his sides, and his legs and tails twitched tiredly while he continued laying eggs.

As much as he was already making, his gaped holes surely permanently ruined, there were some parts that hadn't quite experienced their "potential", and of course that had to be fixed. There was no warning before his gut, already about as tall as he was standing up, bloated much larger and even more stretching sensations overwhelmed his broken mind. His urethra joined in on the fun, suddenly laying countless eggs from his bladder, getting no warmup and certainly not needing it. He gagged quietly once he felt something at the bottom of his throat, and his neck began to bulge out hugely, causing more gagging and moaning around the shell of an egg- smaller than the ones he was laying from elsewhere, yet still big to the point that his former self would've been in complete disbelief. He whimpered as it reached the back of his maw, his mouth hanging open with his tongue flopped out, his throat squeezing tight and pushing the egg right into his maw. It stretched his jaw wider than he would've thought possible, stuck in his mouth while he moaned against it.. until a second egg made its way up his throat, pushing against the back of the first egg and sliding it right out past his teeth, covered in saliva and getting splattered in milk.

Before long the room was completely full of eggs, crushing some furniture and more spilling into other rooms, the horny tiger broodmother close to being buried in his own eggs. They weren't going to stop though, and the weight of all those eggs was starting to break down doors and shatter windows, tumbling outside and starting to draw some attention. James didn't notice or care, all he knew now was the infinite pleasure that came from this blessing, from the nonstop stimulation and egglaying from every available hole on his body, stuck under the weight of his own endowments. He could only wish that it would never end, and while the walls around him creaked and cracked, it seemed like his wish was coming true.