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Summary: Lab technician, Beth, has been engineered to periodically birth  small eggs from her nipples. But Beth soon discovers that the eggs  are progressively increasing in size as well as number. Contains: Female: Breast expansion, breastation, egg laying, and more.

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Beth had been looking for solutions to how prominently her nipples bulged out. The nubs were swollen to the size of marbles, and stuck out regardless of what bra she had on. And her nipples were constantly erect, no matter what time of day or what she was doing. She couldn’t remember the last time they had relaxed. In consequence, she felt chronically edgy, and sort of squirmy. Most times she was conscious of the sensation of her nipples, even when they were supported by the cotton of whatever bra she had on. Sometimes the sensation was pleasurable, and sometimes it was uncomfortable. But it was constant, and she suspected it would be for a while.

She had even tried layering on two bras, but it was too uncomfortable and she had quickly stripped the extra one off. It didn’t help that the initial bra was already cutting somewhat into her breast flesh. She had rapidly swollen up to EEs, probably in the span of just a week. She found every single bra to be constricting, but if she didn’t wear one, her breasts were left to bounce and jiggle as she walked about the office. And that was hardly acceptable.

Beth tried some pasties she had purchased online. She had ordered them extra wide and thick, but they seemed small and flimsy regardless. They look like stickers. What kind of woman donned these things?

But once she put them on, Beth sighed at the cool sensation of the material against her heated flesh. Her shoulders sagged and she leaned her head back on her bedroom wall. This actually…wasn’t bad.

The following day at work, Beth wore the pasties under her blouse, with no bra or anything else. She tried to be inconspicuous, as was her wont these days. Her breasts gently wobbled as she moved about, the pasties rubbing into her shirt, between her nipples and the fabric. It was definitely an improvement, though the natural shape of her breasts was on display, revealing how unnaturally round and bloated they were; how engorged they were. And of course, the constant bobbing movements. They had no stabilization.

When Beth was called in to meet with the head scientists that afternoon, her mood instantly darkened. She sat before Walker’s desk, barely able to control her temper, when Walker said, “we’d like to offer you a promotion.”

It was said at the tail end of some meaningless niceties, and it took Beth a moment to register what he’d said. Her feelings of resentment seem to have impaired her hearing. “Pardon?”

Walker looked vaguely amused. “I said that all of us are quite impressed with your work here the last few weeks. I would like to promote you to managing technician on your floor.”

The technician manager position was a track towards becoming a scientist. It would give her authority over all the other lab techs, leaving her to handle supervisory duties that the scientists just didn’t have time for. “Erm, yes. I accept. Thank you.”

“Keep up the good work, Jennings.” Walker stood, offering her a lanyard.

Beth rose as well. She took the lanyard; her new ID. It was official.

“Thank you,” she repeated stupidly as Walker opened the door for her.

“We’ll have a weekly agenda sent to your email. I trust that you can handle the additional duties. Janelle will speak to you about your new office and pay raise…”

His voice seemed to muffle as Beth wandered off. A promotion. She couldn’t believe it. She threw a glance down at the two plump breasts sitting snugly in her top. Maybe these things weren’t so bad after all. A facetious smile crossed her lips.

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Beth was elated to have been promoted, but it certainly gave her a new perspective on things around the lab. Every time one of her colleagues broke the rules or squandered time, it’s was absolutely glaring. She began to take note of just how much time they actually wasted, between chatting at the water cooler, to casually extending their break times from half hour to a full hour, sometimes even longer. Things were constantly getting broken, or damaged. She was now in charge of supply orders, and it was already a heaping pile on her desk. The lab technicians walked around with a blithe disregard for the seriousness of the position. She had been one of them. She had been this comfortable before.

“April, according to my records, you’re behind on nearly three different project milestones. The deadline has already been extended twice. What’s going on?”

“I –” April gasped out, abruptly standing from her cubicle where Beth was hovered over her. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

April clearly couldn’t handle constructive criticism. Beth frowned down at the pile of papers in her arms. “April, this is serious. You were hired specifically for your abilities with gene migration —” But April was already hurrying off towards the lavatory. Beth found herself following. “You can’t keep avoiding me,” Beth groused. The door closed behind April but Beth pushed her way in.

Immediately, she wished she hadn’t.

April was standing by the sink, groaning as she cupped the front of her pants — the plump bulge there that must have at least doubled in size since the last time Beth had seen it. Beth was stunned by the seemingly abrupt change, but then, she scarcely saw April was when she wasn’t sitting behind her cubicle. April was groaning as she clutched the heap with both hands, then, to Beth’s shock, the cotton that covered it began to dampen.

“Er…” Beth stammered. “Sorry.” Then she bolted out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. What the hell had that been? Did she even want to know? Beth numbly returned to her office.

After that, Beth pretended it had never happened. She left April alone. April continue to be late with her deadlines and submit documentation riddled with inconsistencies and errors. Beth ignored that as well.

A few days later, Beth gathered some of her staff together between the cubicles to get some updates on their progress. It was nothing formal, just a quick briefing. April clearly wasn’t the only one dealing with some bodily oddities.

Linda was just massive. She could barely even walk, instead wobbling awkwardly on the few occasions that she was on her feet. She was constantly panting while clutching the huge orb of her belly. It would shudder and lurch in ways that just didn’t seem scientifically logical. Her breasts, backside, hips, and thighs, had all swollen up as well, but they were hardly noticeable compared to her mountainous midsection. Paul Johnson yelped and fell down as Linda’s belly bumped into him unexpectedly.

“Oh, sorry Paul,” Linda managed, straining to see where he was sprawled on the floor past her orb.

Pamela Ford also seemed a bit breathless. Strangely, her skin had taken on a orangeish hue.

“Great work this week, Ted, but the rest of you need to really step it up,” Beth was saying. “The sheer number of missed deadlines is ridiculous. All of you are behind on your fieldwork, and the holes in your data —”

Then it happened. Beth could feel it happening. Panicking, she dropped the papers in her arms as her eyes darted about, trying to locate the nearest bathroom. But it all occurred too quickly, and soon she was groaning as she gripped onto a cubicle edge, her free hand cupping the underside of her left breast. An egg was pushing hard and fast against the pastie, until it was shoved entirely aside. Her top dampened as an egg protruded from her nipple, making a prominent bulge in her top. More eggs followed, several shoving their ways free of both of her breasts. Some began to roll under her shirt and drop onto the floor with tiny cracking noises. Beth gasped for breath.

Finally, it stopped. She wiped some sweat off her brow, then, only then, recalled her whereabouts. She slowly looked up, around at the lab techs, who were all gawking at her in utter shock. Beth’s breasts wobbled as she took a shuddering breath.

All was silent. No one knew what to say, not even Beth. So she clumsily knelt down, gathered her papers, and fled. She left the lab, not even stopping in her office to collect the remainder of her things. She got in her car and drove off, tears pouring down her cheeks and sobs tearing up her throat. That had been completely humiliating. Beth also took the following day off, choosing to wallow in bed for the remainder of the weekend.

Monday morning, she forced herself to go back to work. It wasn’t as though she had a choice, she had to make a living, even despite her mortification. When she walked through the cubicles, people fell silent as she passed. It was awkward, but Beth ignored it. She kept her head held high, and she actually wore a bra this time. Though it had been a couple weeks since she had updated, and her breast flesh was bulging over the cups and squeezing under them a bit as well. She would have a new one ordered; she didn’t think she could go with just the pasties anymore. At least a bra would keep things somewhat…contained. But no less embarrassing, she supposed.

Beth stopped just before she could step into her office. She turned around and walked over to a cubicle. “Emery, do you have that report for Reed?”

“On your desk!” He was quick to respond. “Been there since last week, when you…erm…before you left,” he finished awkwardly.

Beth blushed slightly. “Right. Thank you.” She walked off.

But a few cubicles down from Emery, someone was releasing a haggard cough. No. It wasn’t just a cough, there were words buried within. And it sounded suspiciously like, “egg factory.”

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The immaturity was appalling. Beth suddenly knew why the scientists didn’t want to deal with supervising these morons themselves. They were like children. If it were up to her, the lab would do away with the technician program altogether. Then, of course, she would be out of a job. Still, these people seemed more like college students than professionals. Now it was up to her to facilitate a professional environment, where her predecessors had obviously failed.

But that was getting only harder. Her breasts were getting bigger. And the births, more frequent. The eggs seemed to be swelling as well.

Beth was breathless in her office, seated behind her desk, her back arched as she panted and poured sweat. The blinds on her windows out of the office were closed, which blatantly violated the company’s open-door policy, but Beth couldn’t care at that moment. Her chest was flushed and sweaty, flesh so fat and plump. She could feel this cumulating all morning. And she couldn’t take it. Her shaking fingers unbuttoning her overly stretched blouse, allowing her EEE-cups to push through in the new brush he had on.

The cool air felt heavenly. Still she was breathless, thighs twitching. The sensation was just bizarre and distracting, feeling them shift and push inside of her, feeling them migrating towards the exit, taking a torturously slow time. It was getting harder.

Her nipples were so swollen, so big and bulging, it wasn’t anywhere near discrete, how they pushed out like thimbles, and no amount of layers had been able to mute their prominence. “Oh god.” They were coming. Beth pulled down her bra cups, allowing her breasts to spill free. Her nipples were dark and already dripping the thick, slimy milk they produced. She felt an egg slowly shudder forward, stretching her nipple out. Watched her nipples swell almost painfully, her cheeks reddening. “Nghhhhh….erghhhh…” She grunted, as the first egg finally crowned and popped free. It was definitely larger, probably larger than her nipple was when it wasn’t being stretched out. Beth grown quietly is several more eggs followed, dropping onto her desk one after another. There was a knock on her office door.

“I’m busy!” She cried out, her utterance turning into a wine. She swiveled her chair around so she wasn’t facing the door, scared that someone would be able to peek through an opening in the blinds. She gripped either side of her blouse, but she was still producing, her breast flesh quaking slightly as it contracted with the production of each egg. Her loins were hot and tingling. How could this be so simultaneously uncomfortable and arousing? She just tried to breathe.

When it was over, Beth was slumped in her seat for several minutes, just trying to cool down. Things were really progressing. But at least she had her own office now, and didn’t have to constantly run off to the bathroom, with everyone watching. Now she had a little privacy. Still, this condition was getting increasingly…tricky to navigate. She couldn’t wait till it was over. She should have inquired about that. It wasn’t even like she was a regular lab technician anymore. Yet, this had been part of her contract upon hiring. So it was complicated.

Beth wiped off the remaining sweat on her face then got up. She cleaned her chest off with some wet wipes she kept in her desk, and just managed to button herself back into her blouse. As usual, the clothing was no looser. The births didn’t offer any relief, the mass of the freed eggs replaced immediately by…more eggs? Milk? She twisted her face and tried not to think about it.

Stepping into her heels, Beth lifted her chin high and walked out of her office. She looked around at her underlings, all diligently working, or at least pretending to. Some had their heads together in quiet conference, perhaps collaborating on a project. To the left, someone muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “mother hen.”

Beth’s head snapped in that direction, her face heating. “What did you say?” She demanded.

Johnson looked around and pointed at himself questioningly. “Me? I didn’t say a thing.”

There were snickers.

“Don’t test me, Johnson,” Beth threatened, before returning to her office, slamming the door shut behind her.

Fucking children.