10-01-2016, 04:52 PM
Peter was devastated by that, looking over his shoulder at the stranger with wet, red rimmed eyes and trying to convey his emotions to him. Until he felt a new pain and couldn't stop it, he squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered as he felt another egg descending. This time the eggs didn't stop when it crowned and pushed out of him slowly, one after another and another. The laying didn't stop or pause for a whole, agonising hour, a pile of squirming grey eggs beneath him on the pad the stranger had placed. Though his belly was still like a globe hanging between his legs, bruises and stretchmarks covering it, he sobbed softly.
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
