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Previously on Centaurus: The Size Queen Tea Club become aware that Fey actually exists and is a real person after they meet with the tumblers Zoey and Penny. Vivi puts to the test her Fey dildo product line. The frustrated Loxodon Heather tries to snuu snuu to death a small dogkin called Rebecca, but is instead snuu snuu'ed herself with the help of Wummy.

Now, Chapter 36:

The Dress.

Ellaria glared at it. The thing had put her in a rather awkward position. The Dress had been measured and cut to fit an elf who did not have a large centaur egg stretching out her belly, which was a problem as she happened to be an elf with a large centaur egg stretching out her belly.

She wanted to put it on, but of course, she couldn't, because it simply wouldn't fit around her expanded waist. That in effect meant only one thing.

The egg needed to come out.

She looked down at her stark naked body, elven perfection, smooth blemish free skin, incredibly pleasing arcing curves... and then the larger arcing curve of her belly marking the egg inside of her womb.

She traced her fingers over it, feeling the thing held within her, the thing making her appear six months pregnant. She'd taken it into herself in a moment of wild impulse borne out of a desire to taste just a little of how it would feel to be a broodmother.

She couldn't deny it, she absolutely loved it. The weight hanging off her hips, the change in her centre of gravity, the warmth emanating from within, the feeling of being fecund and hormonal and filled with life. It was truly wonderful. And now she would get to sample the next part of broodmother-hood. Birth.

She glanced at the curtain hiding her from the tailor's shop. The light piece of fabric hardly seemed sufficient and there was a gap at the bottom where it didn't quite reach the floor. Beyond it lay Harry's busy business. Whatever Harry was, he was a talented tailor and he had many customers, over a dozen had been browsing his clothing range when she had come in to collect the dress.

She bit her lip. Was she really about to give birth with so many people just beyond the thin fabric curtain? No idea what was happening in the small closet-like changing room just feet away from them?

The answer to that was of course a yes and she slowly eased her feet out, her legs forming an A against the corners of the small space. Then her caressing fingers moved up near the top of the bulge in her belly and palmed the shape. Then she began to press down against it.

A soft groan escaped her lips as an increasing feeling of delicious pressure grew around her loins. The egg wasn't going to be birthed easily but that didn't deter her. She tensed her thigh muscles and pressed down hard with her arms, and gradually, the bulge in her belly started to very slowly move downward, skin rolling over the shape within.

She could feel herself spreading internally, cervix gaping wide to allow the egg passage into her passage. It was slow going but the more the egg scraped against her insides the more flashes of stimulation rolled through her body flushing her cheeks and the wetter her pussy became easing the egg's movement.

Soon long gossamer strands of her fluids were descending from her reddening muff, stretching down feet before the glistening threads snapped and lightly pattered onto the carpet below. More strands soon followed as her body grew increasingly excited, the stretching of her hyper sensitive nerves around the massive egg driving her wild. She could feel her cervix dilating wide now and her labia starting to part, gaping as a curved glossy snow white surface peeked from between the pink of her lips. Her cunny slowly eased wider then pulled back a bit as she paused for a breather before pushing on, fingers digging into her belly bulge, her internal muscles rhythmically squeezing and milking at the egg, trying to draw it down and out.

The rain of fluid increased and her breath came in pants, a little of the egg just visible between her thighs, her pussy stretched into a lewd O shape around the tip of the smooth rounded surface.

"Tree rot! Was it always this beeg!" she whisper-groaned as she strained, both the incredible pressure and imminent release only climbing.

Her pussy stretched, clit squeezed from its hood, and Ellaria widened her stance further still, spreading her thighs as much as she could as the egg slowly lowered downward, a third of it now visible from her perfect pussy. The curve of an enormous egg over a foot wide between her thighs, labia stretched paper thin around its slippery form, floods of fluid pouring from her now, fat gel like strands of cloudy fem lube that rolled around the egg to the lowest point then dangled down sloppily between her legs reaching all the way to the ground forming a puddle. She was glad for her productivity as it was easing the passage of the egg that was rubbing her nerves into a frenzy.

She looked like she was going to make it... But then the egg got stuck.

She strained and strained, her skin gaining a sheen of sweat, hands slipping on the remainder of her belly bulge as she tried to push it down, but to no avail, the egg would go no further, it had formed a perfect vacuum seal and couldn't be removed.

Ellaria was stuck spread legged in the changing room with a massive egg half out of her pussy, a dozen people making small talk outside, completely unaware of her obscenity, an elf of perfect elegance and staggering beauty with her legs spread awkwardly trying to push out the rest of the massive egg protruding from herself, skin sweaty with the exertion.

"C-c'mon c'mon!!" she muttered, bouncing her hips up and down, trying to shake the thing loose.

Instead the egg sucked back inside slightly, losing inches of progress. Ellaria groaned and squeezed down as hard as she could. The egg pushed back out further than ever but then sucked back into her once more, refusing to leave.

Biting down on her lip she began a desperate battle, bouncing her hips up and down as she squeezed, trying to push the egg dangling between her thighs out.

Voices neared the curtain and she was horrified to hear them talk of using the changing rooms, then even more horrified to see a hand curl around the changing room curtain, about to rip it aside, exposing her stark naked and extremely compromised position to the entire shop. Worse, her body couldn't stop squeezing and milking at the egg, the thing going in and out of her pussy faster and faster as her pussy hungrily slurped on the thing.

"O-Occupied!" she managed to get out just in time as the curtain started to move.

"Oh, sorry," came a voice.

Ellaria didn't hear them, her eyes rolling up as the slurping of the egg reached a crescendo and her pussy spasmed, a long spray of clear fluid exploding from her front and spraying up the wall. It was all she could do not to scream, and even with her hands both clamped over her mouth some embarrassing sounds escaped.

"A-ah, ah-- a-ah!!-"

With a loud schloooorping queef the vacuum seal that had prevented the egg's release finally broke and it slammed to the ground with a bang. The elf soon followed, her legs giving out as they turned to jelly her vastly gaped pussy landing atop the egg, greedily grasping at it as though to take it once more back in, only the fact the egg was on its side preventing her pussy from doing so.

Ellaria rolled off the egg and slumped on the floor, trembling body curled around it, chest rising and falling in quick pants, body rinsed with sweat, lube, and squirt, gaped pussy visible in the changing room's tall mirror.

She spent a few minutes like that before opening her eyes.

A little panic hit her as she had a clear view under the curtain of the tailor's shop and of the people browsing the merchandise, more than when she had first entered, nearly twenty people of varying species.

By some miracle no one had noticed anything and she struggled to her knees, shivering at the feel of air cooling her gaped open pussy.

"Goddamit, this dress had better be worth it."

After a moment she gathered herself and slowly climbed to her feet.

She picked up the egg. Was it larger than when she had originally put it inside of herself? And was there now red metallic flecks amongst the pink metallic flecks on its glossy porcelain surface? ...Something to check on later.

Stowing the egg in her dimensional bag she removed a cloth and wiped down her sweat soaked skin. Then, once she was cleaned up and as elegant and elvishly calm as ever, she returned to the true object of her attention, the thing hanging from a hook on the changing room wall.

The Dress.

Ellaria had eventually been convinced that allowing it to be finished would be a good thing, although its creator, Harry, might have played on her emotions a little bit on that one, quite literally begging her to let him work, tears running down his face as he knelt on the floor.

Of course, even then, she still wouldn't have allowed it had she not had her own input.