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“Ugh…”
Hyeonjun had been uncomfortable all day. He’d been unusually irritable because his lower abdomen kept aching in dull waves. While Seungjun was gone searching for Jihun, leaving him alone for a while, the pain would suddenly flare up, then subside, only to return again. His palms grew clammy and cold. He wasn’t actually cold, but he clutched the blanket tightly around himself anyway, as if it might somehow ease the pain.
“Ah… Dad… my stomach… hurts.”
He finally admitted it to Hyeontae. Seungjun and Jihun, who had been eating soup and bread, turned to look at him. Hyeontae asked gently:
“Your stomach hurts?”
“Hngh… y-yeah…”
Hyeonjun clutched his belly. This wasn’t like the occasional stomachaches he usually got—it was different. Alongside the pain, there was a strange, ticklish, almost perverse sensation spreading through his lower abdomen. Unable to keep eating, he set his food down and retreated into the tent, curling up with his arms wrapped around his stomach.
“Ah… hngh… ah…”
“Oh, dear. Looks like we need to help him.”
Hyeontae cleared away Hyeonjun’s things and opened the tent flap. Hyeonjun was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, turning his face away as the bright firelight spilled in.
“Alright, boys, we should help him out.”
At the mention of help, the two hurried inside. Hyeontae marveled inwardly at their loyalty before giving his next order:
“Boys, each of you hold one of Hyeonjun’s legs.”
With his two friends’ help, Hyeonjun’s legs were spread wide in an M-shape. His already swollen belly bulged even more with each breath. Seungjun gasped and turned to Hyeontae:
“Hyeonjun… he’s hard.”
“That’s right. He’s laying eggs. We need to help them come out smoothly.”
This pregnancy and egg-laying were entirely artificial—products of the company’s technology. The tentacles they’d developed weren’t capable of actual reproduction; they were simply designed to make the user believe they were pregnant and giving birth. But Hyeontae played along seriously, stroking Hyeonjun’s damp, light brown hair as if proud of him.
“Our Hyeonjun—after taking all that cum, he’s finally pregnant and giving birth.”
The tentacle’s mechanism was simple: after injecting the user with a special fluid, any human semen received would harden into egg-like sacs inside the body. When the time came to “lay” them, the process was designed to minimize pain by inducing intense sexual pleasure instead. The result? The person laying eggs would experience such extreme ecstasy that they’d become addicted to repeating it.
Hyeontae slid a finger into Hyeonjun’s ass to help coax the eggs out. Something firm was already pressing against the entrance.
“Hyeonjun, it’s almost out. Push a little.”
“You’re supposed to breathe slowly… ah, I think I read about some breathing technique…”
Jihun, gripping Hyeonjun’s legs tightly, scratched his head as he spoke. Hyeonjun grimaced and bore down. Finally, the first egg peeked out from his ass—a murky white orb, nearly the size of a chicken egg. Coated in slick mucus, it plopped onto the ground, making Seungjun gasp. Though embarrassed to be seen like this, Hyeonjun’s mind was flooded with endorphins. The hypnosis had ensured he’d want to be pregnant again and again.
“Alright, Hyeonjun. One’s out. Shouldn’t we count how many you can lay? Shout out the numbers as they come.”
“Hngh… hngh… y-yeah…”
Panting, Hyeonjun nodded and did as Hyeontae instructed, counting each egg as it emerged.
“Two… three… haah, ah… ah, nngh…”
With each one, his breathing grew ragged. Pre-cum was already dripping from his cock. The eggs scraping against his inner walls as they exited stimulated his pleasure centers in ways sex never could.
“This is a historic moment—should we film it? Seungjun, can you record?”
Hyeontae handed his phone to Seungjun. Until now, it had always been Hyeonjun filming himself being fucked by machines. Now the roles had reversed. Seungjun began recording Hyeonjun’s face and the eggs slipping out.
“Four… f-five! Ah, ahhh—!”
His voice grew louder, his body twisting as an unfamiliar kind of pleasure overwhelmed him. Jihun pressed down harder on his legs to keep them spread, cheering him on:
“Hyeonjun, you’re almost done! Keep going!”
“Ah! Ah, ahhh! S-six! Six…! Ah—!”
Hyeonjun’s voice was nearly a sob as he gasped out the count, unable to withstand the pleasure. Six eggs had already left his body, and his belly was noticeably flatter now.
“AHHH! Se-se—ah, no! Seven…! Ahnnghhh—!”
With each egg, he cried out as if he might shatter. His voice was hoarse from screaming. In the video, he looked like he was enduring some kind of brutal SM play—legs forced apart by rough, tanned hands, counting eggs as they dropped from his body in the dim light.
“E-eight! Hnghh—eight!”
The final egg slid out. Hyeonjun threw his head back with a scream and came, his vision swimming. Before he could recover, Hyeontae clapped as if in celebration. Now Hyeonjun’s body knew the pleasure of laying eggs. Research showed that after three rounds, the addiction was inevitable.
“Good job. You did well.”
Hyeontae rubbed his belly, then took the phone from Seungjun and pointed the camera at Hyeonjun’s face.
“So, how was your first time laying eggs?”
“Hngh… hngh… sniffle… ah… happy… so happy… darling, ah, it’s good…”
Still riding the aftershocks of pleasure, Hyeonjun babbled, calling Hyeontae darling. Hyeontae turned the screen toward Jihun and Seungjun and asked:
“So, what do you two think after watching your friend lay eggs?”
“Uh… um, congratulations… yeah, congratulations.”
“Congratulations! Hyeonjun always said he wanted to be pregnant…”
They offered their sincere congratulations. The recording stopped with a beep. Hyeontae wiped Hyeonjun down with a wet towel and carefully wrapped up the eggs. While everyone had been focused on the egg-laying, the campfire had burned low.
Then, in an instant, a gust of wind snuffed it out completely. Darkness swallowed the campsite, leaving only the star-studded sky visible through the open tent flap.
“Hyeonjun, want to lie on your back and stargaze? It’ll help you calm down.”
After cleaning his ass and belly and covering him with a blanket, Hyeontae made the suggestion. The three boys, more accustomed to digital civilization, had never seen so many stars at once. This was part of why Hyeontae’s company still incorporated analog methods—pleasure could be delivered with a single dose or signal, but there was something about the process of sex, traditional and cumbersome as it was, that drew people in more deeply. In short, the journey itself was what dominated and excited them.
The three boys stuck their heads out of the tent, gazing at the stars. Seungjun murmured:
“Beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
Jihun agreed. Hyeonjun, still dazed, stared up at the sky. His blurry vision made it seem like he’d glimpsed a shooting star—but he couldn’t be sure, and he didn’t have the strength to say. The cool breeze against his sweat felt good. He closed his eyes.
“Boys, isn’t the sky amazing?”
“Yeah… it’s incredible.”
“Did you enjoy camping?”
“Yeah.”
“…Yeah.”
The two boys who weren’t Hyeonjun replied. Each of them had experienced something unforgettable during this short trip—something that forced them to confront their deepest selves and desires. It was a kind of sex camp that bordered on self-reflection. Observing their reactions, Hyeontae made another suggestion:
“It’s getting chilly… we should turn in. We’ve got to head home tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Uncle.”
“Yeah, you too. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Boss.”
“Alright. Hyeonjun’s already asleep. Must’ve worn himself out. Jihun, can you help me lay him down properly?”
The murmurs faded, followed by the sound of tent flaps closing. The night deepened as the three boys, heads pressed together, slept more closely than ever.
***
Summer break passed in a blur. Hyeonjun, Jihun, and Seungjun were so busy they barely noticed the days slipping by. To outsiders, they laughed and talked about their fulfilling vacation. They looked like ordinary college students commuting to work—but inside the company, they abandoned themselves to sheer depravity.
Seungjun was offered a role in filming AV content targeting a specific niche. Jihun was desperate for a department transfer. And Hyeonjun? He was utterly devoted to deepening his father-son bond with Hyeontae.
None of them could clearly recall their lives before meeting Hyeontae. If asked, their memories were hazy, as if erased—like amnesia. All they knew for certain was that their past lives had been boring, aimless, and meaningless.
They had forgotten their old routines. A new life had replaced them.
As the scorching heat of summer gave way to the clear blue skies of September, the three walked toward the company with unusually light steps. Blending into the crowd, their faces wore the same smiles as any other employee as they dispersed to their respective floors.
Amnesia: Complete.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
