[Draft] Green Eggs in Heaven

Draft in progress of more themes I haven't worked with before: scales and eggs. There might possibly be additional small changes to this first part when I finish, but in general this is an early look at how the final story will look

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With a contented sigh, Cassie walked leisurely down the wide, bustling street and looked from one shop to another. This was one of the things she liked best in the world: discovering a new part of the city she now lived in, and exploring the best nooks and crannies of it. This place was a cultural melting pot in the best of senses, a crowded barrage of noise, people, restaurants, and gift shops. Every so often, she would peer into the wide storefront windows to heaps of interesting gifts or stylish and colorful clothing, or smell the delectable scents wafting from inside. Spiced chicken, hot and delectable soups, delicate pastries, and everything in between caught her attention. Inevitably, her stomach began to rumble.

Cassie brushed a long lock of blonde hair behind her ear and looked about for the perfect place to stop for lunch. Though several restaurants stood in the vicinity, framed in red wood or hosting brightly-colored signage, they didn’t call to her the way she wished. She knew, however, that if she kept walking, eventually the right place would appear.

She increased her pace somewhat, sidestepping couples walking the opposite way, and pausing to smile at a dog before she avoided colliding with its owner. Her small breasts scarcely bounced in her sports bra as she jumped out of the way, but her shoulder caught his and knocked them both aside.

“My apologies,” the man said, smiling as he visibly let his gaze wander from her chest down to her pleated shorts and sandals. Cassie felt annoyance and the tiniest hint of fear overtake her, feeling gross under his study.

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, continuing on her way before he could say anything more creepy. She turned the next corner she reached, eager to be out of his line of sight, when she looked up and gasped as she saw it. It. This was definitely the place for her.

It seemed to be half-market, half-restaurant. People shopped for their foods, and then they could have it cooked into a meal for them. The market spread partway out into the street, and tables stood on the other side of the stalls. Cassie eagerly approached the stalls of vegetables and fruits, and looked briefly at the row of fresh meat. Her mouth watered as she looked at the fresh food, sure to be delicious. As she walked along the rows, she wasn’t sure what exactly she wanted to eat. Though everything was sure to taste good, she wanted the meal to be cohesive, and not to waste any of the ingredients. She hummed to herself, wrapping her arms around her thin waist as she walked, and tried to decide what kind of meal she wanted. At the tables, she saw people with curries and spiced meats with vegetables and rice, but this did not quite appeal to her.

Then, her eye caught on a stall tucked into the corner between the wall of the neighboring building and a door to some apartments. It was completely empty except for a single large spherical object. It looked rather like an avocado, if an avocado was rock hard, bright green, and covered in tiny dull spikes. As she picked it up and hefted the rather heavy object from one hand to the other, she felt as if she had found what she was looking for. If she hadn’t been sure it was some kind of exotic fruit, like a jackfruit, or a durian, maybe, she would have thought it was a rock. Carefully cradling the thing in her arms, she approached the counter where she could pay and transfer her food, and asked, “Excuse me, what exactly is this?”

The man behind the counter studied the object for a moment and then smiled. “An egg, miss. Would you like me to cook it?”

Cassie smiled in return, biting her lip. “What kind of egg?”

“Large animal, from very far away,” he said, knowingly, as if it was a bit of a joke. “You don’t have them here.”

“Definitely not,” Cassie chuckled. “Give me a minute. I want to get some veggies.”

“Sure thing, miss,” the man said, and Cassie turned back to the vegetables.

She grabbed some green onions, a tomato, and potatoes, as well as a small pepper before she headed back to the counter. Breakfast for lunch was the perfect option. She laid her haul on the counter and smiled at the man again. “Breakfast for me! Could you have the onions and pepper cooked with the egg, and fry the tomatoes and potato together?”

“Certainly,” the man replied, ringing up the order. “Any spices or extras?”

“Definitely. Salt and pepper, and whatever else you think would enhance them, please!”

The man smiled without looking up, and typed a few more instructions into the order. Then he looked up, smiled, and scanned the card she gave him. Should be no more than fifteen minutes. We’re not too busy today. We’ll call your name when it’s ready, Miss…Stilwell.”

“Thank you!” Cassie grinned. She took a table in the corner of the seating area, enjoying the cool breeze that blew through the street as she waited. The man was even more correct than she thought, for not ten minutes later she heard her name being called, and she eagerly sat down to dig into the delicious-smelling meal. It was arranged beautifully on a brilliant blue-green plate. The eggs and vegetables were immaculately-cooked and fragrant, and the potatoes and tomatoes were fried to browned to perfection, with a host of sultry-smelling spices. Cassie impaled golden egg on her fork, excited to try it, and when she lifted it to her mouth she practically shivered with suspense.

As she shoved it into her mouth, the steam flowed from between her lips and out nostrils, and she giggled as she tried to keep the piping hot food in her mouth. It was as delicious as she’d hoped it would be, almost melt-in-her-mouth as she pushed it to the roof of her mouth with her tongue and crushed it into smaller bites. She moaned in pleasure when she swallowed, and in a moment there was another piece of egg back to take its place.

God, this was better than sex. And she should know, since she had just had good sex the night before. She wondered what Josh could possibly do to make her feel this good in bed, but she could think of nothing. Though he was a thoughtful and steamy lover, something about this meal was starting to make her feel empty and hollow inside. She shifted in her seat, and bit her thumb shyly, not sure what to make of the pleasure flowing through her. As she ate, she felt her empty stomach grow fuller, though it didn’t solve the strange hollowness inside, and she kept finding herself grinding absently against the wooden seat.

Gosh, what’s gotten into me, she thought distantly. I’m not usually this horny. Maybe I’ll have to have another session with Josh tonight.

She giggled at the thought and felt a twinge in her nipples and between her legs. Then she looked down at her plate and blinked when she saw her plate was empty. She hadn’t realized she ate so quickly, and her stomach grumbled as if it were still hungry. With a crooked frown, Cassie sighed. Though she wanted more, she wasn’t sure she should eat anything else until supper, in order to keep in line with her calories. Below her skin, a layer of fat grew in Cassie’s ass, padding what was previously thin and pressing gently against her shorts.

Finished with her meal far too soon, Cassie stood unsteadily and made her way out of the eating area. She looked at her phone to see what time she needed to get back to the bust stop, but her eyes widened when she saw that nearly forty-five minutes had passed during her meal. That was impossible! It felt like it had only taken five minutes to eat her entire meal, she had eaten so fast.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, and furrowed her eyebrows. She still had plenty of time to explore, but she felt strange, as if she had lost time.

With one last look at the market restaurant, Cassie continued on along the road, investigating the tiny trinket shops crowded into narrow buildings. As she walked, her narrow thighs grew a layer of fat as well, thickening ever so slightly, and then thickening again until they rubbed gently against each other. Cassie bit her lip as the fatty legs rubbed against her crotch and stimulated her clitoris. Her ass expanded again, pressing harder against her shorts until they flowed underneath the cuffs and showed just a hint of cheek as she swung her hips. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled again, and she rubbed at it with a scowl. Beneath her hands, fat deposits grew in her belly, pushing her hands outward until her tummy pushed against the button of her shorts. She stuck a finger beneath the waistline to scratch at the sore feeling, but became distracted as a sudden heat flashed through her lower half.

“Ahhh!” she cried, falling against the wall as her legs wobbled beneath her. She gasped and sighed, feeling molten heat in her core like she had never felt it before. “Mmmm!” She bit her lip and clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from squealing. Her pussy pulsed on its own, and she nearly came there, hunched over on a street surrounded by strangers.

Her shorts pressed uncomfortably into her pudgy stomach, and without thinking, she pushed the waistband down so that her tummy spilled over it, past her cropped t-shirt, and hung out in the open air. She sighed with relief, one of her issues solved, and clutched her stomach as the heat in her core began to fade. She was breathing heavily, and could feel sweat forming on the back of her neck

What the fuck was that? Now I know I’ve never been that horny in my life. It was kind of…incredible…what?! In public! It was in public! That’s so inappropriate!

She had to get home, and now. It wasn’t the time for shopping anymore. Though the intense heat had faded, she still felt incredibly aroused, and she wanted nothing more than to pull her pants down—in public!—and rub her sensitive clitoris to completion. With a groan, she pushed herself off the wall and turned around, back in the direction she had come, and back toward the bus stop.

Beneath her skin, her sweat glands shriveled into nothing, and her mouth grew parched. Everywhere on her body, fat deposits were growing, spreading layers of healthy fat across her minute body. Her thighs squeezed against the legs of her shorts, showing more and more ass with every moment, and her shirt pulled tight across her chest and stomach, what was still hidden by the small bit of material. In her tiny sports bra, her nipples hardened as her breasts grew an entire cup size, sagging against the thin material and dragging her erect nipples with them.

Cassie gasped and bit back a moan at the sensation, her arms reaching blindly for her crotch before she pulled them away. Her stomach growled again and Cassie whimpered as it churned. She felt sick, and gagged for a moment before the feeling receded again.

Her breasts grew again, pushing tight against her shirt, and pushed the elastic band of her bra away from her skin with their size. As she walked, Cassie’s breathing grew heavy. She shouldn’t have been this tired after only walking such a short way, but she felt bloated and heavy.

She barely fit into her clothes anymore. Her massive ass hung out of her tiny shorts, and her stomach had long since fallen over her waist. Her t-shirt had curled up as she grew, and only covered her C-cup breasts. On her neck, a dry rash began to form, first red and splotchy, but quickly fading into a bright green as shiny scales pushed out of her skin. Cassie scratched at the irritated places as they spread in splotches behind her ears, around her chin, and down her back, but nothing relieved the itchy sensations.

As her growing thighs pushed her legs apart, she began to waddle uncomfortably down the street. Though her legs felt splayed, the fatty tissue continued to rub pleasurably against her cunt, and every so often she would have to pause to let the feeling subside, before she descended into helpless whimpers and moans. In her crotch, her neatly trimmed pussy lost all its short hair as bright pink scales began to grow in, trapping the heat and pushing it further on.

“Eek!” Cassie cried, as her clitoris, on one particularly strong throb, pushed forward out of her pussy lips as it lengthened. The feeling was beyond anything she had felt before, and her knees knocked together. The head of her clit, lubricated and wet and swollen, rubbed against her panties.

She bit her fist to keep from making noise, and looked up through teary eyes to see the bus stop within reach. She waddled forward as fast as she could, feeling her vision begin to darken as her heavy breathing turned to gasping. She grabbed onto the bus stop sign and clung to it to stay upright. More green scales grew quickly along her elbows and her knees, pink scales marching up her fat tummy and spreading out beneath her heavy breasts. She set her hot forehead against the cool metal of the signpost, overjoyed to be able to rest for a few minutes.

With both arms, she hugged the signpost. Almost home, Cassie, she told herself. You can do this. You’re just coming down with a cold or something. Or maybe food poisoning. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that egg. But the egg had been so fucking good. She wished she could have another one right then, whole and uncracked so she could cook it herself. She could feel the dulled spikes over the shell and stick it between her legs to warm it, cover it in her warm juices and press it against her gaping hole—

What? What was I…?

Cassie shook herself out of her reverie and realized she had been grinding her wet pussy against the signpost. Her swollen clitoris pushed weakly against her shorts, and she had been feeding it pleasure by rubbing it against the hard metal, and it had been responding by coating her entire pussy in slickness. She could feel it between her legs, rubbing in between her ass cheeks each time she moved, wet and warm.

She moaned and caught herself, and pushed away from the sign in a daze. Her mouth had been dry but now it was filled with thick saliva, enough to make her drool in ecstasy. She careened over to the wall just as the bus pulled up to the corner, so she wiped her drool-coated lips on the back of her scaled hand and pushed herself toward the bus.

She whimpered as she stepped up inside, feeling her hard clit pushing against her shorts with every move, but she clamped her mouth shut and managed to hold up her ticket before unsteadily moving to the back of the bus. Cassie found an empty seat and fell heavily into it, feeling the narrow edges of the seat pressing into her fat ass. She shifted to find a comfortable spot, and when she couldn’t, she whimpered and ignored the feeling. As she closed her eyes her breasts swelled again, barely held back by her sports bra. Cassie groaned at the tightness of her shirt and bra, and scrabbled with clumsy fingers to loosen something, but there was nothing to be loosened.

As she sat, drowning in pleasure and confusion, her pussy dripped thick strings of wetness onto the seat below her. She felt as if she was sitting in a puddle, and shifted her ass again to no avail. Her ears shrank on the side of her head, melting into her head as they became covered in scales, and then her hair fell over the ear holes left behind. Cassie yawned, tired and hot and confused, and her jaw cracked as it pushed forward slightly. Her lips thinned, once one of her pride and joys, into nearly nothing, and her nostrils flared with the smell of cum.

God, why can’t I just get home? I hope Josh is there. I need him so bad, need sex, need his sperm for my eggs…wait—what?

Cassie shook her head, losing her train of thought, and then gave an involuntary shriek as her pussy moved, sliding backward with its swollen lips into her ass, melding into one massive, weeping hole where once there were two. She bit down on her fingers again and ground her new cloaca into the seat as hard as she could, when she realized her clit was still in the front. One shaking hand slowly unbuttoned her shorts, and she reached into her soaked panties to grab her massive clitoris.

What? She thought. What is this—this is so wrong. It’s like…it’s like a penis? As the word came to her mind, her cli—penis grew again, pressing against the seat in front of her, and two sacks of skin swelled beneath it, large and sensitive. Cassie whined, gripping her new cock with one hand. She tried to panic, to figure out what was happening, but she was so turned on by the sensation that without even thinking, her hand began to slide back and forth against her dick. Her wide hips moved with it, thrusting back and forth as if she had a place to put it, until the penis grew hard and her new balls churned beneath it.

Oh god, it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong, but it feels so good. God, why can’t I just come, it feels so good and I just want to—

“Aaaiiii!” Cassie squealed into her arm as her cock jerked out of her hand and spurted her first ejaculation onto the seat in front of her, warm and white and salty. Satisfied somewhat, Cassie, leaned back in her seat and sighed. Every so often her hips would jerk of their own accord, but she felt so much better now that she had broken the tension in her body.

She lay her hands against her stomach and relaxed, until her stomach gurgled again. “Ugh no,” she whined, and bit her disappearing lip as something began to grow inside her stomach. Cassie groaned and shifted and pressed on her tummy, but the feeling of fullness continued to grow as her belly began to expand. It grew hard beneath the layer of fat and the pretty pink scales, solid and full, and Cassie began to shift her hips back and forth again at the pleasurable sensation.