In The Spotlight
In the Spotlight
By Rowyin Darkwulf
Edits by Evertide
The cheetah girl panted heavily as she stared at the closed curtains in front of her. One of her small paws gripped her belly, her swollen midsection churning and tightening, and not all due to anxiety. Her other hand stroked up to one of her overly engorged breasts. She had not expressed her milk in days, little rivulets of milk trailing from her swollen nipples. She heard the music flare up, her signal to pass through the curtains and out onto the stage. She did her best to push aside her anxiety, putting an extra wiggle in her waddle as she passed through the curtains.
She had to blink a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light flooding the stage, the sounds of the crowd filling the area as she stepped forward. The stage she walked across jutted out into the gathered crowd, the platform at the end wider than the walkway itself. She strutted as carefully as she could along the walkway, her large belly and breasts swaying before her as she reached the larger part of the stage. In the middle of the larger platform, two poles ran up to the ceiling, a single cross-brace set up between them at about neck height. As she approached, her belly tightened, contracting around the load she was carrying. She bit her lip, trying not to stagger as a gush of liquid drained from her cunny. She strutted around the stage to the music playing, showing off her large belly and shaking her leaking breasts even as her belly contracted.
She could feel her payload pressing down at the entrance of her womb with each of its contractions, and eventually a particularly strong one brought her to her knees, leaving her crawling around, her belly hanging so low her popped belly button rubbed the stage floor every now and then. With a small groan, the cheetah pulled herself up onto her knees, gripping her engorged breasts and squeezing them, spraying her audience with her warm milk. She could feel her cervix quickly spreading, her labor progressing faster than anything normal. As her load pushed into her birth canal, the cheetah girl crawled her way to the middle of the stage, flopping onto her back and spreading her legs. Her cunny, despite the labor, dripped with her own arousal, her lips engorged with blood.
As each contraction came, the cheetah girl bore down with her inner muscles, pushing her load down her vaginal canal with a groan. She propped her upper half up on one arm, her other hand caressing her belly as she pushed. Her plump lower lips began to part, something pearly white and glistening pressing its way down her birth canal. It began to part the cheetah's lower lips, her mound bulging out as it attempted to stretch around such a large object. She moaned out loudly, the object slipping back into her as her contraction ended. She grunted as the next one starts, the object stretching her wide before finally parting her lips fully. With a wet pop, an egg twice the size of the cheetah's fist dropped out of her stretched cunny, rolling across the stage and coming to a stop near the audience. The cheetah let out another groan, the next egg of the clutch inside her already descending down her birth canal. Much like the first, it stretched her wide, the audience watching enraptured as she grunted and forced the egg out of her cunny like the first.
With the passing of the first and second eggs, the cheetah's passage was significantly more pliant, her third egg beginning to slip down her tunnel and quickly starting to spread her lips. The contraction propelling it down her passage suddenly came to an end, leaving the egg poking out of her cunny, stretching her wide. The cheetah lets out a load moan, her muscles trying to futilely push against the thick egg as it slipped back into her. She let out a yelp, her inner passage stretched painfully around the wide egg. She bit her lip and pushed down hard despite the pain, the egg once again parting her lower lips. With a loud grunt, the widest part of the egg finally popped out of her cunt, the heavy ovid dropping to the ground with a wet thump before rolling towards the crowd. While waiting for the next egg to drop, the cheetah pulled herself up, reaching for the cross brace between the two vertical poles. She pulled herself up into a squat, her diminished belly towards the audience as she felt the next egg begin to push out of her womb.
With the new position, as well as the much more pliant flesh of her cunny, the cheetah didn't have to expend much more energy to push out the eggs remaining inside her belly, letting gravity do some of the work as the next egg began to descend down her birth canal. She panted heavily, her belly quivering as she pushed the egg down her birth canal until it was finally bulging apart her lower lips. With a heavy grunt the cheetah bore down, the egg forcing apart the lips of her cunt and plopping into the growing puddle of her juices. She panted tiredly, supporting herself as her inner muscles squeezed around the last ovoid obstruction. Her belly had all but disappeared...just one egg to go.
Intent on ending the show on a high note, the cheetah lowered herself down from the poles, crawling her way back to the very edge of the stage, laying back upon her rump and spreading her legs wide for the audience. Her head tumbled back, the fur of her thighs matted with her juices. Her cunny lips were swollen and sore from laying the many eggs, the next one beginning to spread her lips apart once again. She cried out as a spurt of her juices gushed out into the audience, the egg stretching her lips tight around its girth as she pushed upon it. With one last cry, the last egg popped from her cunny, flinging out into the gathered crowd. She flopped back a moment, her pulse beating in her ears drowning out the uproar of the crowd. The cheetah rested a moment before getting unsteadily to her feet and giving the crowd a bow. She wobbled off towards the curtains, her tail giving one last flick before she disappeared behind the thick fabric sheets.
The end.