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As the spider pumps his guts full of its eggs, his poor tummy becomes so tight and full some of the eggs are being forced out from sheer pressure. Despite this, the spider is determined to stuff him tighter and tighter, until it finally wraps his legs together, leaving him to writhe in agony as he dangles helplessly from the sticky net he’s tied up in. The spider keeps him trapped in the web for days, checking on him every few hours and cramming even more eggs into his straining belly through both ends. Days and days pass and the eggs grow bigger and bigger inside him, stretching and straining the thin skin of his tummy, giving it a pink flush. His gorged stomach gurgles and groans, his guts straining to keep themselves in one piece. His belly sways back and forth as he squirms in discomfort, body moving side to side as he moans. At the tip of his tummy, his stretched navel becomes more and more shallow, and eventually his belly button pops out, becoming and outtie, and forming a small bump on the huge mound of hard packed flesh.
As his tummy keeps growing, he wriggles and twists in pain, tangling himself further, the webbing muffling his sobs and cries for help. Soon, the eggs become so big, he thinks his stomach is going to burst, that the eggs are going tear through his bulging intestines and rip open his over-ripe tummy, but after a week of continuous growth, the spider finally releases his legs, letting the eggs, now nearly twice the size of his fists, shoot out of him, each with a wet pop and a rush of thick translucent slime. Powerful contractions wreck his convulsing body, his eyes wide with fear and pain, tears flowing down his cheeks like rivers. He writhes while trying to force his weak body to push, desperate to rid his body of the huge eggs, screaming as loud as he can into the webbing that fills his mouth, giving pitifully strangled cries as each egg is forced out.
After countless eggs drop from his body, there is no longer enough pressure in his belly for them to push themselves out, forcing his already exhausted body to take over expelling the firm orange spheres. Mucus and slime dribbles thickly down his legs, strings of eggs dangling from his hole and falling with a wet plop onto the ground far below him. With his tummy still obscenely swollen and sore, he pushes as hard as his weak body will allow, only getting a few eggs out every hour or so. Trembling with effort and strain, he pushes and pushes and pushes, face red, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It takes nearly two whole days for the poor thing to finally empty his tummy completely. With one last push, he cries out, voice raspy and sore from screaming, and the last egg is expelled from his aching stomach with a squelching pop, falling from his body. Exhaustion overcomes him, and he lets his body relax, limbs hanging limply from their restraints. Dragging air in and out through tired lungs, his eyes slowly flutter closed, and with a tender, slightly puffy, but empty belly, he finally falls unconscious.
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Slowly, light creeps through his eyelids. He groans, mind foggy, limbs sore, and stomach aching. Trying to sit up, he finds his arms and legs are stuck, his body immobilized by something out of sight. Waking up fully, he struggles and pulls at whatever has him tangled up. Frantically looking around, he finds himself still wrapped tightly in pale white thread. Fear and panic floods his body as he feels something large position itself behind him, a soft chittering sounding right in his ear….