Bianchi yawned wide as he sat up in bed, stretching towards the ceiling and splaying his thick toes before nestling his arms around the egg-shaped baby bump in his gut.

"Mmmm, good morning, my little egg wolf. I hope you slept well."

Bianchi purred as he drummed over his gut. The once bumpy, thrashing bulge of whimpering, begging wolf had been reduced to a smooth, contoured dome of impressive girth and weight. The rabbit couldn’t help but smile as he looked over its perfection. His victims always made such wonderful bulges before melting down, but nothing compared to that beautiful and seamless shape his gut would eventually bestow upon them.

Bianchi’s aesthetic musings were cut short as a dull pain shot through his insides. It was time for Axel to come back out, and the rabbit’s loins stirred to life in anticipation of the pleasures to come.

Bianchi fell onto all fours, his buck-teeth gritting as he felt Axel’s now-spherical form press against his tailhole. With a deep groan, Bianchi strained and tensed, the rabbit’s bowels contracting like a vise as they drove the massive egg from its morbid womb. The tip of the egg yawned through Bianchi’s thick pucker with a slimy squelch, the black tip of the ovum slowly worming its way free from the rabbit’s hot innards an inch at a time.

“Yessss,” Bianchi hissed, his cock growing stiff as the egg stretched his asshole wider and wider. “Just as good coming out as you were going in.”

Bianchi’s cock dripped gobs of precum onto the sheets as his anus stretched like a rubber band around the massive girth of the wolf-turned-egg; Axel’s now smooth, slick exterior brushing across the rabbit’s prostate and massaging every nerve ending on its way out. The huffing rabbit groaned as he felt the egg creep towards its apex, the hard, bloated casing refusing to contort or give an inch of flex as the widest part of it was squeezed from the rabbit’s fetid incubator.

“Just a little farther, cutie pie,” Bianchi said through grunts, feverishly pumping his leaking shaft. “Help me blow one last load in your memory.”

Bianchi moaned in orgasmic bliss as the massive egg cleared its thickest point, the rabbit’s anus clenching tight against the sloping crest of the egg as he shot his massive wad onto the bed; the shiny-black egg sliding free with a satisfying schlurp before landing with a gentle plop onto the bedsheets.

Coming down from his blissful high, Bianchi turned to admire his handiwork, the rabbit barely stifling his laughter as he laid eyes on it.

The black, shiny egg matched Axel’s fur color, and imprinted on its sleek surface was a cartoonish, pastel impression of the wolf’s face.

“Goodness, Axel. What an adorable egg you’ve made!” Bianchi said, picking up the surprisingly heavy egg. “I’ve never had one of these come back out with a little face on it before!”

As Bianchi spoke, the egg began to shake; a faint, almost ethereal sound of whimpering coming from the still warm and musky ovum.

“Oh my, are you still conscious in there, wolfy?”

The egg continued to gently shake, the muffled whimpering barely audible as the rabbit spoke.

“Well then, good morning, Axel! I’m so glad you’re still with us! All the other eggs lacked any form of sentience at all! I knew there was something special about you!”

Bianchi cradled the egg in his arms as he stepped out of the room, briskly making his way to the kitchen.

“Now to make you breakfast like I promised! I’m curious, though. Would you prefer to be sunny-side up, or over easy?”

The egg shook violently, whatever was left of Axel clearly perturbed.

“What am I even saying!?” The rabbit said with a smile. “Silly me, of course you’ll taste best scrambled! Maybe with a side of sausage and ham. Doesn’t that sound utterly delicious?”

The egg continued to endlessly vibrate, helpless to speak a word.

“Looks like you’ll be heading back into my belly real soon, Axel. But this time, no promises about not digesting you, cutie pie. How could I resist with something as delicious as you’re sure to be?”

Bianchi mused for a moment, wondering if Axel would be able to feel anything as he cracked the shell, poured his liquid remains into the bowl, and eventually let it spread across the hot skillet; but quickly disregarded the thought as his belly rumbled, eager and ready for another meal.

The only thing Axel should feel, the rabbit thought, is honored for being the first meal lucky enough to be consumed twice by a predator such as himself.

Some wolves really do have all the luck, don’t they~?

-End

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A wonderful YCH comic series done by Zyyphelze, featuring myself and PB_Mutt as my adorable little egg~

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