The convict women were huddled around Lucy as she lay nearly naked on the cot, the only thing preserving her modesty the unbuttoned blue cotton prison uniform work shirt which hung across her breasts and marked her as a member of the chain gang. Sweat trickled down her tanned body, beaten into lean muscle by constant hard labor and the oppressive Florida heat and humidity. "I said it before, and I'll say it again, nobody— not nobody can take fifty eggs," one of the women spoke up above the din of the bunkhouse.

"Put up your money or shut up," said Dragline in her ridiculous southern accent. "Hell, keep that trap quiet either way. My girl has got to concentrate. We 'bout to shove fifty eggs 'tween those purdy pink lips and you just watch, she gonna plop dem all outta that tight snatch in an hour or less, just you watch!"

"I think you've got every stinking dollar in this whole camp riding in that pot, Drag."

Dragline smiled and looked at Lucy, "Time to make some money, girl! Get those eggs in there."

The eggs were arrayed in a heap on the wooden table, their whites gleaming under the ceiling lights. "On my signal, you open wide, now and get those eggs in there," Dragline said.

Lucy splayed her legs and the first egg was brought to her waiting labia lips. She moaned softly as it brushed against her folds, her pink inner walls parting as the convict's calloused hands shoved it into the other woman until it completely disappeared up her canal. A follow-up egg was proffered and inserted into Lucy, then another and another. By the time there were ten eggs inside her, Lucy's stomach was already visibly beginning to bulge, a small dome of skin stretched as tight as a drum forming. The tight muscles of her belly flexed as more eggs were forced in. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed and she was making small, low animal moans and groans that became louder and louder with every egg stuffed inside.

Lucy began to arch her back, pushing her hips into the hands that held the eggs, as her belly swelled with fifteen, then twenty eggs. Her sex was moist and pouting, the resistance building as her body strained to accommodate each new hard-boiled egg.

Dragline spread her arms, shoving the leering crowd of women away, "Back you animals. Give my girlie some air, I say. You tryin' t' suffocate her or somethin'?"

Lucy sat up, doubled over and clutching at her rounded belly as she swung them over the side of the cot and came to her feet with some help. Dragline followed after her as she waddled, drenched in sweat, face contorted, agonizing over the pressure of the eggs in her distended womb. Her breathing was ragged as she struggled, leaning against the wall to prop herself up.

"I don't think she's gonna make it, Dragline," one of the women said, but the redneck laughed her off, saying that Lucy was a tough old bird, that if she could take the heat of a Florida summer day, she could sure as hell pull this off.

"Looks like she's about to bust," someone else said. Dragline glanced at the clock, time was ticking away and Lucy only had forty eggs inside her. Dragline roughly massaged the orb of Lucy's stomach, patting her taut tummy as she held an egg