Several more eggs follow in quick succession as Heine pushes. He holds on to the edges of the tub, head tipping down towards his chest. He's watching, too, but little registers beyond the fact that he's fulfilling his duty. The eggs he's carried are strong and healthy. They'll be safe in this water.

When he's about halfway done, his body is exhausted. Heine takes a moment to breathe and rest his head against the wall, worn out. Eichel crouches down by the tub to gently touch his still rounded-out stomach, encouraging, until Heine works up the energy again (believes he has the strength in him, with a voice that tells him just a little more, you're doing well) and pushes once more. Egg after egg is expelled from him, each one stretching his hole just as wide as before as they're forced out. As he's emptied, he begins to feel as if something's missing. He feels husked out, drained, but still half-hard from the stimulation. He pays his erection no mind. Eichel doesn't, either, just uses a hand to pull his thighs further apart and push the growing mound of eggs further away to make room for the last few.

Heine has to really push for the remaining eggs. After he's done Eichel presses firmly on his stomach to make sure that he's empty. When satisfied, he helps Heine up out of the tub and into a towel, which Heine wraps around himself before stumbling to sit in the corner. (He's done it. It's all over, he did well. Next week, he can do it again and be even better. Then he won't feel so empty...)

Eichel clears his throat slightly and tilts his head at Jade, only then noticing the expression on his face. "What is it?"