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[mickeyimagines-imissyou]

tw, noncon, beastality!

sweet virgin boy used a womb for a king’s prized bull. poor thing forced to the court by soldiers, guards stripping him naked and holding him down on the altar. he’s crying and making too much noise so they gag him, guards surrounding him as they hold his head down, arms down, the other two spreading his legs apart, using their other hand to pull apart his pussy, spreading the soft hot lips wide. the king comes down to inspect, the boy a ruddy red as he cries quietly, the guards impassive and loyal as they hold the boy still with his entrance wide open. a single, approving nod, and they bring the king’s bull into the room, a heavy looking beast adorned with gold and breathing hotly, cock fat and heavy between its legs. they hold the boy still as the bull mounts him, stretching his soft untouched walls beyond belief as he arched and wails. the fucking is messy, the bull’s fat heavy balls slapping the boy with every thrust, his small body jerking in the guard’s grasps as he was bred by the royal cow. he doesn’t come, the stretch too wide, just a warm wet hole for the cow to breed. it’s a sight when the bull finishes, cock fattening and swelling at the base as it thrusts messily until it bursts out come, the boy’s belly swelling instantly. his eyes roll and he shudders as his small body is overwhelmed, tummy protruding out from his small frame. the bull snorts and dismounts, led away by itself collar. they place a cloth over the boy’s head and fucked out expression, tying him to the altar by chains. he will be kept here for the next few weeks while the royal calf grows inside his womb, unable to move as he swells continuously. the king will then gather with the townspeople to watch the birth, which will be done naturally and will likely take hours, if the size of the calf is anything to go by. the boy will then be put in a cell with the previous womb boys, now used to store milk for the palace and its inhabitants.

source: mickeyimagines.tumblr.com archive on the wayback machine

[mickeyimagines]

Imagine a cute little boy going to a special place called a "breeding parlour" he's slutty and curious as to what exactly it could be...he steps inside and chooses a stall. He sits and waits for just a few moments before a mist is sprayed in, it smells so sweet and wonderful...it makes his head feel cloudy and bubbly, and most importantly it makes his pussy feel so warm and achy. he sits down on the chair provided and spreads his legs a bit, rubbing at his crotch in a daze. A few tentacles slither out and begin to do it for him. they undress his lower half and begin to play with his clit, slowly rubbing against his soft wet pussy. He feels himself getting more and more turned on as they tease him, two pairs restraining him. arms above his head and legs spread like a good boy. another set slips up to his soft breasts and begins to gently pump his nipples while one makes its way to his mouth. he sucks on it obediently, his head completely fuzzy and empty except for hot lust. he's so relaxed and submissive now as the member slips into his little cunt, fucking him slow but deep. soon he's completely blissed out as the tentacle in his mouth pours aphrodisiac down his throat, his nipples are pink and puffy from being pumped. the tentacle in his pussy grows slowly thicker, speeding up as he moans and whimpers. his clit is rubbed slowly before having a smaller tentacle attached to it, starting to pump it as well. he's a complete mess now as he cums and cums from all the attention. soon his tummy is starting to get a little bigger from all the hot arousing goo being poured into him. he doesn't know how long he's been sitting there, being fucked out like the good slut he is, but he lets out a louder moan when he feels the tentacle throb, a thick liquid being pumped into his pussy. he can feel it fiiling him up, his whole body getting nice and full.

tonight’s hit list

[pregnantbunbun]

Aliens have been on my mind lately, thinking of how they would impregnate an incubator. Picking a human woth the best compatibility match, taking them aboard their ship and giving them a shot of aomething to make their womb properly hospitable. Their little human wakes up dizzy and disoriented to a thick probe working in and out of their tight pussy. Trying to scream and get away, but they're strapped in and too weak from the serum, as the probe forces open their cervix, and one by one, an egg slips into their readied womb. The procedure takes very little time, ans before long, their incubator is unconcious and returned home safe and sound, with no memory of the event.

But their body remembers, as each day sees their stomach growing a little rounder, their chest growing a little bigger, they think they're just going through a difficult time with weight fluctuation, but after a week, their stomach is heavy, and there's a pressure in their hips they can't explain. Hiding their stomach from friends and coworkers as best they can, until suddenly something shifts, a pain shoots through them, and they feel their pants flood with a warm liquid, followed immediately by a sudden urge to bear down. They barely have enough time to get their pants off before they're on their knees, crying for help as an egg slips from their womb into their birth canal, bulging their pussy lips as it crowns. They struggle to push, confused and terrified, but after a few minutes it pops out and tumbles to the floor. They're taking ragged breaths, tears streaming down their face, as the very same aliens who did this to them appear to watch their incubator give birth to the rest of them. One isn't enough to help theor population after all, they needed at least a dozen from this incubator this time.

[covered-up-bondage]

[ohmytamara]

You announced to me I’m hysterical and in need of professional help. I trusted you as always, even though I felt ok. To think of it, now that you mentioned, maybe I am a bit emotional, I reasoned... Anyway there was no use of arguing with you since immediately after you finished talking, two strong men came in to “escort me to a place where I will become good girl”, as you said. Straitjacket immediately found itself bound to me tightly by their forceful hands, then the gag in my mouth, because in my state I might embarrass myself and protest and we do not want that do we? You kissed me on the forehead, your eyes sparkling with sadistic joy and your lips glistening, breath shallow. I knew you will soon masturbate to my misery. I whimpered, half confused and half needy, not allowed any orgasms in a year. The men’s manner was strictly impersonal as I was taken away from your house forever, naked except for the jacket. That was the last time I saw you.

The room was white, padded and had no furniture. There was no doctor waiting for me here, no medical interview, just more strong men in control of my bounds and one strict-looking woman in nurse’s uniform. Unable to speak, I looked at her pleadingly but she did not acknowledge it in any way. I felt like a piece of meat with no purpose. She checked the bonds, scolded my deliverers for slacking and tied my straitjacket much tighter. I whimpered at my arms stretched around body, but that was ignored as well. Next she took out my gag. I tried to speak, to ask, to plead, but she slapped my mouth hard. The force, and the fact she did it without even looking in my eyes, without acknowledging I am human, scared me badly and kept me quiet for the rest of predicament. Travel gag was immediately replaced with dental gag, deforming my face, making me unable to speak coherently even if I wanted to, tied tightly behind me. Connected in the back of the head with leather belt, ugly nose hook came into my view from above, forced inside my nosetrils and straining them up. I would feel like ugly animal if I was treated as such - but with her constant ignoring I felt like malformed furniture with additional feeling-of-discomfort feature. Finally, I was put on my knees and bound hands.

Away from my eyes, something heavy was bound to the back of my jacket and something tied to the back of my leather harness, straining my head up. First thread of dribble appeared dripping from my force-opened mouth as I looked desperately at my tormentor. She disappeared behind me and after a moment I panicked, feeling something cold and rigid pushing into my unwilling anus. I groaned, spraying more saliva around, my groans turning to short howls as the intruder pushed further. I felt firm hand hitting my behind. “Your Mistress was right, you are a misbehaving, hysterical creature”, the woman acknowledged me for the first and the last time. “Your time here will be long but fruitful, until you become docile”. Asshook finally settled in place, irritating my insides and arousing me with the feeling of fullness so close to my year-denied parts. How am I supposed to calm down with my ass plugged so mercilessly?? But there was no way to express my feelings, no one to pour my confused thoughts into, because my merciless keeper just got up and left without the word. From then there was nothing for me except my bounds, my suffering, forced open mouth and my constantly filled ass.

That was my last human interaction in very long time.

[the-black-manor]

Look at you, darling, taking my cock and my eggs so well. I know they're big, and it's a lot, and your belly is being forced to stretch so much, but the little noises you're making tell me that you're enjoying it. Just a couple dozen more to go. I know you can handle it. Oh, your pillows need fluffing. Here, I'll pull out for just a moment and fix your nest. Oh, an egg slipped out! Let me just push that back in- Stop pushing, darling, you can't lay them yet. Stop pushing- Fine, I'll just force it back in. There. And now I'll just sliiiiide my cock back in... Doesn't that feel good? Don't you like the way my cock forces the eggs deeper inside of you? Alright, now relax. Just a couple dozen more, like I said. We're almost done. Another hour or so and we can snuggle while I stroke your bulging belly.

[cumpie99]

Found this online:

You're my gynecologist. We live in a society that grants gynecologists the power to choose which women will become freeuse as a career. Gynecologists were the best option for this job because they have intimate access to women's bodies and pussies. They can tell which women will be most enjoyable for men to use.

You've just strapped me down, naked, onto your examination table. It's common procedure for gynecologists in our world to prevent women from interfering with their job duties and so you have free access to our bodies.

You've strapped my hands to a metal loop above my head. There's straps across my chest and over my hips binding me to the table, and a couple holding my legs into the stirrups. It's time for the procedure you most enjoy performing - dominating a pussy so the woman knows to keep her legs spread for men to enjoy.

"I've decided your body is exquisite," you tell me, nonchalantly, as you scribble something on your clipboard. "It's in perfect health. Your tits are perky, your ass is firm, and your pussy looks tight."

I gasp in shock at your language. You've dropped the polite, detached lingo of a medical professional and assumed slang language. I've heard the stories from other women. I know you're no longer looking at me as if I were your patient. Instead you're judging the quality of my body and considering whether my pussy should be made freeuse. I've heard of this happening to other women, of course, but I never thought it could happen to me.

I'm still in shock when you set the clipboard down on the counter and begin unbuckling your belt. You smile at me as you unbutton and unzip your trousers, reach inside, and pull out your hard cock. It's thick, long, and flushed.

"Of course, I'll have to check for myself first. I can't make a professional determination unless I sink my cock into that pussy. Has a man already used your pussy, or did your hymen naturally break?"

I start to cry quietly as you step up between my spread legs, your cock in hand and pointed at my exposed pussy. My nipples are hard and my pussy glistens. I can't help that it's wet.

"Just..just one..." I manage between quiet sobs.

You hum. "Practically a virgin, then. Excellent," you say, staring down at my little pussy. Then you look up at me. "My cock is going to stretch that tight pussy, so be a good girl and tell me what that feels like when it does."

"Noo.." I whimper. "Please don't do this."

Something hard and blunt rubs between my pussy lips. I can hear the sound of my own wetness being stirred. I look down to see you holding your cock, moving it up and down between my smooth pussy lips. The head of your cock separates my little pussy lips and it looks like my pussy lips are suckling your wet cock head.

"This is my favorite part of examining a new pussy," you say, staring me in the eyes. You rest the head of your cock against my tight little entrance. "They pay me to tie you down, spread your legs, and fuck your pussy, and look how wet your pussy is..even though you're crying."

"No, stop," I whisper. "Please stop!"

"Beg me to stop."

"Please, please, I beg you--" I gasp and fall silent as you choose this moment, when I'm begging you not to fuck me, to push the head of your thick cock into my entrance. "Ahh!" I cry out. My body quivers.

You grin, watching my reaction as you penetrate my entrance and stretch my hole. "Good girrrl. You like that? You like my cock in your pussy?"

"No.. please..please take it out," I whimper, even as I feel my pussy walls excitedly flutter around your cock head.

You're breathing harder now. "Aw, poor sweet little pussy. Ask me to stop again."

"Please stop! Please take your cock out of my pus--ahhh!"

Again you cut me off, pushing your cock deeper inside my pussy. "Fuck yes, you're so tight," you say, looking down at yourself penetrating me. "Wow, look how your little pussy lips are stretched around my shaft. Tight pussy. You are definitely going to make a lot of men happy. But first this pussy has to take my whole cock. Are you ready?"

I shake my head.

"Aw, sweetie," you say as you wrap your hands around my hips and grin at me again. "It doesn't matter if you're ready." You step forward and slowly push the rest of your cock into my soaking pussy.

"Ahhh!" I squeal as your thick cock spreads my walls. I moan as it rubs all the little nerves inside my pussy.

"Take it," you say, breathlessly as you bottom out inside my pussy.

I whimper and bite my lip. My thighs tremble.

"Take it. Take my cock. Take all of it, deep inside your pussy, like a good girl. Fuck this is a tight pussy, like a cock sleeve. Mm. Good pussy."

You press your hips into my body, holding your cock deep inside me, letting it stretch my pussy.

"It's...mmm... it's too big...mmm" I whisper between whimpers, tears on my cheeks.

"Tell me how it feels. How does my cock feel buried inside your pussy?"

"It's too big.. it.. it hurts.. it's stretching my pussy," I reply. But it also feels so good. I can't help it when I moan.

You laugh. "You're soaking my balls with your cunt juice. You like this. You like your legs spread wide, strapped down so anyone who walks in can see your pussy. You want me to dominate your pussy, don't you?"

I quietly sob and shake my head.

"Don't lie. Tell me, beg me, to dominate your pussy. Tell me that's what your pussy is for, to be used by men."

I frown up at you, my breasts jiggling with my sniffles. "Please.. please dominate my pussy..." I sniffle again. "My pussy is for men to use."

"Good girl." You lean forward and take my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. You pinch them gently and lift, stretching them upward and teasing them. "Now, say 'my body is for any man to use'."

Pleasure washes over my breasts. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but I feel my pussy walls flutter around your cock again. Part of me wishes I could spread my legs open further for you. I want to feel your body press against my open pussy lips and rub against my exposed clit. My hips squirm under the strap holding me down.

You laugh again. "Say it."

"Mm.. my body.. oh.. my body is for any... oh..oh.. any man to use."

You laugh and wiggle your hands to jiggle my breasts. "Good girl. I know you like being used. That's what your pussy is for. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, everyone in the office will hear you moan."

You release my breasts. For a second I think you're going to lean back, but instead you lean forward and plant your elbow on either side of my head. You body rests upon mine. You're staring into my eyes and I realize you want to watch my reaction while you fuck me.

"Here we go," you smile at me.

I frown up at you as I feel you draw your hips back. Your cock slowly slides out of my pussy until just the head of your cock remains inside. I feel my pussy walls close in the absence of your cock.

I gasp as I feel your cock slide back into my tight hole, separating my pussy walls and penetrating deep into my pussy. There's nothing I can do to stop you. My legs are tied wide open. Your body rests over mine like a blanket, pressing down on my breasts. My hands are tied over my head and you're staring down at me, taking up every bit of my reaction to the unwanted pleasure you're forcing upon my body. Fresh tears roll down my cheeks as I realize you're starting to fuck me.

You grin. "Cry for me, baby." You smash your balls against my soft, smooth, wet pussy lips to ensure you're as deep inside me as you can go. You grunt. "Uh! Yeah, cry baby. I love it when they cry," you say as you hips reverse and you pull your cock out of my tight pussy again.

You repeat the movement several times, slowly fucking in and out of me. I can feel your body shake, as of you're holding back. I gasp each time your cock penetrates my pussy. You're going so slow that each time it feels like the first - like I've just been penetrated by your thick cock for the first time. In... and out.. your cock head stretching my hole. Then, in.. and out.. with your cock head lingering. Over and over. Then you pause with your cock buried inside my pussy.

"Okay, my pretty little pussy. Now I'm going to fuck you hard. It's okay if you scream while I pound your pussy." You slide your hands up to grip the edge of the table and you lower your head beside my ear. "I love this part," you whisper into my ear. "It's when I break you and you realize you're going to spend the next 20 years of your life with your legs spread wide, your pussy exposed for men to use."

Then you draw your hips back and quickly thrust your hard cock deep into my pussy.

I squeal. "Uhh!" A rush of pleasure floods my body and I feel my pussy gush over your cock.

You don't stop. You pound my pussy, thrusting your hips forward and back. I can hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together. You're grunting on top of me with each thrust, "Uh, uh, uh, yeah, fuck, uh, uh, tight, pussy, fuck, uh, uh, take my cock, take it!"

I'm moaning and sobbing softly as I realize you're going to make me cum. I can feel the pleasure building inside my pussy and part of me wants you to fuck me harder. The exam table shakes as you writhe on top of my bound body, breathless as your hips thrust.

My pussy tightens. My walls shrink around your cock and I can hear the sloppy sounds of your cock thrusting in my own juices.

"Noo..." I whimper.

"Yeah, uh, uh... fucking take it... cum on my cock, you freeuse whore...legs spread, pussy wet, letting me fuck you...you love this...you love being used...wait until I sell the recording of this, of the first time you took a cock in your freeuse pussy, and everyone hears the way you moan on my cock."

I cum. My pussy clenches on your cock, squeezing it rhythmically, over and over, my walls fluttering all over your shaft and cock head. "Uhhhhh!" I groan as my pussy leaks all over your cock and balls. My whole body tightens. I've never had an orgasm this powerful.

You slam your cock deep inside my pussy, your body pressing against my pussy lips. You groan long and loud and, as your cock pulses inside my pussy, I realize you're cumming. My pussy milks the cum from your cock, rippling along and sucking your cock for every drop of cum.

"Good girl," you whisper in my ear as we come down from our orgasms. "I'm going to use your pussy again before I release you. I'll just keep my cock warm inside your pussy until I'm ready," you say, and I feel your body relax on top of mine, your cock softening inside my used pussy

[rottingbedframe]

i saw one (1) post about making a virgin whore and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since... just slutting a girl out with the promise of one day taking her virginity. stretching out her holes with toys of ever-increasing size until they're permanently gaped and constantly dripping. paying for surgeries and piercings so she looks like the cock-hungry bimbo slut that she is—tits fat and round with plastic, perfectly perky without a bra, nipple piercings always poking through her tiny, tight shirts; a bbl so that she can have an ass to shake for the camera; always more and more lip filler until she can barely recognize herself past her cock dildo-sucking lips. buy her more and more toys so her room is always filled with crops and plugs and vibes strewn everywhere, making it impossible to have anyone over without revealing her absolutely depraved mindset. make her into porn, telling her to livestream her humping and squirting and gagging and swallowing up dildos the size of fists every night. center her whole life around becoming the perfect fuckdoll.

but never, ever fuck her. make her lose her mind in her desire to be touched. she'll fuck herself silly on plastic, hit her own ass until it's black and blue, cum over and over and over again to the thought of being fucked. until she's desperate for even the taste or smell of cock, ready to beg and plead and cry for it. and i'll always tell her that i'm just preparing her. she needs to be broken in before she's used. she needs to learn how to take anything and go all night long before i touch her. then, one day, when i know not a second goes by without her thinking about being fucked, i tell her she's too ruined for me to fuck. what, you really believe i want to put my dick in that gaped, punched-out pussy? now, i'm well-endowed, but even i wouldn't be able to feel anything fucking that loose hole. maybe i could shove a fleshlight in there and fuck that, but, come on... really? you honestly think anyone would want this whole mess?

[mickeyimagines-imissyou]

omg a hole in the wall but for cowboy’s tits! he’s tied behind the wall, sitting on sawhorse and gagged as his tits are available through the holes! the farmer’s take milk from the tits all morning, squeezing the nipples into their coffees. when the fair starts though, it’s a different story. everyone can play with the tits all they want but they have to stay clamped. just cow boy’s eyes rolling as he humps the sawhorse with his soft pussy while his tits are played with, squeezed and slapped and cummed all over. when the farmer comes to take him home after the fair he’s absolutely adorable: his pussy is bruised and swollen from sitting on the sawhorse so long, and his breasts are in a similar state. someone tied them so tight that they’re red and obscenely taut against the ropes, two heavy weights hanging from the nipple clamps. the farmer coos and hog ties him in the back of his truck, the boy’s ruined tits hanging heavily on either side of his chest and bouncing with every bump in the road. when they get gone he washes and soothes the boy, he did so good for his first fair!

source: mickeyimagines.tumblr.com archive on the wayback machine

[impure-desires]

Legs secured in stirrups, ultrasound probe pressed against my lower stomach, a thin tube of endo camera in my pussy sitting positioned just right to give a perfect view of my cervix. And a half dozen researchers in the room standing by my legs, ready to take notes on every little thing that may happen. I heard them talking among themselves this morning. They waited months for this moment.

"We can begin. Release the specimen."

Something cold and wet glides between my sensitive folds - the speculum they used for the initial examination was removed for the experiment itself, but the sensation of being stretched quickly comes back when something slimy swirls around my hole and easily slips inside.

I don't see between my legs through the sheet that was put over them but the ultrasound image and the endo camera feed on the screen let me know exactly what is happening. This "specimen", a living, moving mass is making its way through my pussy, expanding and contracting on its way deeper. I gasp from the stretching sensation and the skin of my stomach mirrors its movements, bulging under the probe the researcher is pressing down on a little too hard.

"We have a visual."

A dark, rippling mass fills the screen, leaving the cervix visible just barely enough, but from the overwhelming pressure alone I know exactly what's going to happen. The tentacle changes shape into a pointed, needle-like tip and without any warning strikes the entrance of my uterus. I cry out and feel my eyes burn.

"Secretion of analgesic pre-seminal fluids. Hormonal and physical stimulation of the test subject began."

The excrutiating pain and pressure of having my cervix stretched quickly dissolves into feeling of pleasant warmth. The tentacle inside me starts moving again, slowly and rythmically filling my pussy and womb with whatever aphrodisiac it produces to make its victim all relaxed and docile. Mere seconds later my entire body is tingling in hot static and when more tendrils start lapping at my clit now covered in the creature's fluids, my legs cramp and I let out the most obscene moan I would be ashamed of in any other situation.

"Orgasm confirmed," the ultrasound tech presses down even harder in attempt to keep my pelvis in place, but the only thing I feel is my pussy and the entire lower half contracting in synch with the frantic ECG monitor I am hooked up to.

"Cervix dilation?"

"Sufficient. Egg deposition begins. Readjust the camera."

My vision is blurry and mind pleasantly unfocused from whatever hormones the creature pumped my system full of, but I'm aware enough to give the screen a passing look. The tentacle is semi-translucent now, buried and anchored long past my cervix, somewhere in my womb. And as the translucent tentacle starts filling with round, marble-like objects, I understand why the experiment called for the subject to be mid-cycle and not on any birth control. I breathe heavily as I watch the creature's eggs slip past my numb cervix, one by one.

All researchers' eyes are glued the screen as they watch the creature breed in real time. This is it, this is the moment they put endless hours of preparations into. A conception of something new, something out of this world. They needed to make sure it will work. And that every moment of it will be recorded and catalogued, so it can be repeated again.

I won't be leaving the research facility for quite some time.

[bonusholefakeboy]

I finally got one of those pussy spreader toys. The flexi ones that you have to put inside yourself and bend the limbs so it spreads your labia open, exposing your clit and holding your needy hole open.

It takes a few tries to get it shaped right, so you, or that helpful person in your life who is trying to guide you back to womanhood, are going to have to put it in and take it out a few times. Get it shaped just right so that you can stand up, walk around, bend over, etc and it won't fall out and will keep your flower spread open properly.

I'm sure your helper would enjoy the show, encouraging you to bend and spread so they can check the placement of the toy.

The first time you venture outside with it in place, they would have to do a few checks while you are out. The short skirt they made you wear makes that a lot easier.

Standing on the subway, you feel a hand slip under the back of your skirt, fingers poking in your hole, feeling your spread open walls, your vulnerable clit. They abruptly pull their fingers out, the sensation replaced by a rush of cold air. You clench but it doesn't help.

[psuedoplantpainposts]

I want to break your ass so that anyone who looks at it could only ever describe it as obliterated and useless. So utterly loose and stretched open that the only way a cock would feel anything is if they were fucking you at the same time as 3 or 4 other people and even then it would be more like a wet sleeve. Your asshole will be my new project, I’ll get you set up on a breeding mount and first fit your hole with a steel rod, rounded at the tip just so it can get in but no taper so you can really feel it bully into your guts, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back into your raw, fluttering hole. Then comes the fun shapes, big balls, spiky studded ones, ribbed ones, one super long one with a flared head *and* three knots. Your ugly fuckmeat will be helplessly making stupid noises and dripping all down your asscheeks.

But just breaking your hole isn’t enough for me anymore. I want to really humiliate you. You know I love enemas, so this will be the start of your enema meal program. Your first meal: mushy bananas, chili paste, whole apples, chunks of meat, noodles, slimy okra, all stuffed deep deep deep into your guts. To wash it all down, a nice refreshing liter of milk and molasses and ice cubes, perfect for cramping. A handful of vibrating eggs just inside your rim will make it impossible to not clench around your horrific cramp-inducing slop. Huge inflatable anal beads will keep it all in until im satisfied with your performance, and twisting them will help mix your insides. If that’s not enough, I’m sure I’ll be able to grab zip tie those puffy asscunt lips tight around the toy.

Because I’m going to make you beg. Beg for me to let you *shit* out your dinner. To let you empty your shithole into your own personal trough in front of everyone. What would you promise me to allow you the privilege of emptying your bowels of the meal I prepared for you? How would you promise to debase yourself for me next time? I want you to tell me how you want me to destroy and humilate your assmeat.

-🍇

fist me open and hurt me <3

no? i dont even deserve something as gentle as your fist huh, just a hard metal rod bullying my ass open until it just falls out of me...

work me open with HARD anal beads in cruel and creative shapes until my anal tract are absolutely destroyed, my dangling prolapse raw and dripping with gut slick.

i love feeling heavy and full of the sickest enema mixtures you can think of, denying me release until i beg to eat it like a pig out of my shit-trough.

please dont leave me tied shut with half blended food that sits rank and slimy against my walls, fuck fuck fuck i want you to ziptie me so hard i cry. it hurts with the vibrations stirring it all inside me, but it's so much worse to beg you to take it out and shit it out in front of the people you gathered just to laugh at me.

please yank those hard spiked balls out of my ass and let me release. would you do it if i promise to suck my every meal out of your asshole while jerking my prolapsed ass like a deformed dick?

i want you to step on me and grind my flabby gutmeat under your heel. i want you to bash it with a meat tenderizer until it's red and bleeding, then rub it in minced ginger. if i beg you to pierce my gaped hole with rings that let you hook anything to it, would that be enough to finally let me release my ass meal?

the catch is your exact my punishment as soon as im allowed to eat. shove my face in mushed shit banana while my prolapsed rim is punched raw full of holes and decorated with ring piercings. a chain threaded through those to join my ankles will keep me on my best behavior

[deepthroatdrool]

[lovelylittledarlingxoxo]

Thinking about becoming a breeding bitch. Just strapped down and having cum fucked into me at all hours of the day and then well into the night. I imagine being pumped full of hormones to keep me constantly so needy that it hurts and being put on a specific diet to keep my body soft and curvy. I'd have a collar locked around my neck branding me as nothing more than an animal. Just a little cow. Being used and abused and forced to spend forever being milked and breed and fucked stupid. I'd be conditioned and groomed into being the perfect little cow for my owners. Id compleyely forget about my old life as a human. That life is behind me. I'd have constant hypnosis keeping me brainless and submissive. disobedience would never be a thought in my mind. Kinda hard to think at all when your just a little cow. I want my face to be a mess of tears and cum from where my owner's fucked my mouth and released on my face. I want my tongue to be lulled out of my mouth and drool dripping down my chin. Want to be talked down to and have someone mockingly ask me "does the cow need anything? Cmon use your words." But all that comes out of my mouth are whiney moo's and whimpers. Just like they knew would happen.

(my dms and asks are always open)

[lilmissuseful]

Every night when he comes home, I serve him dinner and a drink. When he is done, I take my position with my head on his chair. He drops his pants and sits, covering my mouth with his ass. I lick and kiss him, rimming him as he relaxes and watches TV. His balls resting on my chin and neck, sometimes he jerks off or grinds onto my mouth.

When he is ready, he takes me upstairs and restrains me to the bed. The machine is always ready and set up. He attaches a large toy to it. The harder his day was, the bigger the toy. Then he turns the machine on the highest setting and lets it plunge deep in my asshole. The huge toy stretching me mercilessly and pounding hard and fast.

He showers while the machine works my asshole. Then he raises my head and fucks my mouth. Sometimes if he feels the toy isn't enough to stretch me, he will switch it to a bigger one.

Sometimes he stops the machine so he can fuck my ass instead.

If I've been naughty, he will attach the biggest toy, and leave me to have my ass helplessly destroyed by the machine.

Sometimes he brings friends over. They enjoy seeing my on the machine, and he always lets them use my holes too. One of his friends, a beautiful dark haired woman, absolutely loves stretching and abusing my asshole. He lets her use me as long as she wants, and she always strives to stretch my asshole to new extremes, usually ending the night with her fists buried in my abused hole.

He loves taking before and after pictures of my asshole, and shows them off regularly.

[septimus-moonlight]

This may be elaborate... hope uh. Hope it's fine.

You prolapse your cunt. Whoops! Time to see a doctor. You feel humiliated trying to explain things, down playing all the bizarre shit you let people do to your hole. The doctor is kind and understanding, he tells you you don't need to be embarrassed. He can help you.

He explains the procedure as he goes, he says its not surgical. He can fix you right here but you have to trust him. He says you need to be strapped down, for your own saftey. To illustrate his point he strokes your prolapse and you involuntarily buck your hips. You need to be perfectly still, so your arms legs and waist are tied down. Feet in stirrups of course.

Next, he pinches your cervix between his gloved fingers and pulls your uterus taut. It hurts, but feels oddly good, you try to keep both facts to yourself letting the doctor work in peace. You're desperate to fix your broken boycunt, whatever needs to be done. A part you is genuinely, rationally, scared for your health. Another part of you is just scared you'll have to stop fucking.

He says he'll loop a special ring around your cervix. It'll help keep it tight, but not completely seal it, so fluid can still gradually leak out. You're not sure how this is supposed to help, but wait patiently before asking any questions. He places the ring and it feels about the same as when he pinched you. Following that the doctor says he has to retrieve some equipment from another room leaving you pinned and exposed for what feels like ages. He doesn't shut the door behind him. Strange and alarming, but you dont wnat to draw attention to your siuation, you hope know one walks by and looks at you.

The doctor comes back, once again leaving the door ajar. You ask him to please close it and he assure you this'll only take a second, no point in shutting the door all the way. You're upset but what are you gonna do? Yell? Its an odd machine he brought back into the room with him, you could almost describe it as vacuum shaped. There's some kind of tank, and a tube connected to it. With a few other odds and ends clipped unto it. The doctor says he has to fit you with the proper size and shaped "adapter", he selects one from the side of the machine, once you can clearly see it the thing just looks like a small toy cock. He lines it up with your prolapse and pushes it in, it feels bizarre since he wrapped that ring around you, it's an unnatural kind of stretch.

After a few thrusts he decides it's too small and you need to go up a size. You manage to whimper out an argument, but he chides you and asks who's the professional here? You're the one who broke your cunt in the first place, clearly you don't know what your boycunt needs. That shuts you up if only because you're shocked he'd speak to you that way. And he's already trying to shove the tip of a larger toy inside you. It doesn't go in very easily or as far as the last one, but he still says it's too small. You really argue then, it wasn't even in all the way! How could it be too small?

Fine, the doctor says, I'll show you, and forces the entire thing in, stretching your bound cervix horribly. He thrusts the "adapter" in and out while he explains its too small because the adapter needs to be something your body can't push out or else the procedure won't work, it has to stay inside you no matter what. He takes it out and selects a final one. This one isn't much bigger but it is shaped differently, with a distinctly large and flared head. He says he didn't want to use this one because it can be difficult to insert but you don't have much choice. He places the "adapter" firmly between his own legs so his hands are free. He says he needs both hands for the next step. He starts inserting fingers from both hands into your cervix and stretches it as wide as it can go, trying to pull it over the tip of the flared appendage he's crudely holding between his own thighs.

You're fucking crying now, it hurts but you can't think straight. You want it to stop but you also want your cunt fixed. And sickenly enough a part of you wants that beautiful flared things inside you. It reminds you of a different kind of cock you've fantasized about more than once. You're trying not to scream but you can't stop yourself from whimpering. It takes a couple tries but you're finally on the damn thing.

Perfect, sighs the doctor, before connecting the toy to the tube on the tank. You're scared of what's next but mostly you're just trying to keep breathing. The doctor then shoves the toy deep inside you, pushing your prolapse back in place. You kind of want him to pull it out again, and thrust it in and out of your cunt. Instead, making sure everything is firmly in place, he flips a switch on the machine. A motor fires up and a rhythmic sound fills the room, pumping, the sound makes you think of a pump. And when you start to feel a cold liquid fill up your stuffed womb, you realize it is in fact a pump.

The doctor takes a step back to admire his work and says by filling your womb with these fluids it'll bloat it enough that it won't slip out of you. You'll have to be really full, which means there will be a lot of pressure inside, and that'll push your cervix down low enough you'll still feel it inside the entrance to your cunt, but the important thing is you won't be completely prolapsed anymore! So long as you stay full, like the doctor said earlier the ring around your cervix will help keep the fluid inside but will still let it leak out over time, so you have to keep "depositing" fluids. You're welcomed to stop by his office whenever you need but you have to pay for each treatment of course.

The restraint around your waist manages to stretch to accommodate the growing swell inside your abdomen. You look six months pregnant by the time the doctors decides its enough and turns off the machine. With both hands he yanks out the object inside you with one swift motion. The fluid packed inside your uterus prevents him from pulling you inside out again, you wait for all the fluids to gush out like it normally would but all you feel is a slight trickle. That's right, that ring is helping keep it all in. But it is still leaking out and slicking up your ass. The doctor has a had a raging hard on for a while but he only just now pulls it out.

The way your legs are up and pinned allows him to prod your asshole. He casually explains that if you can't make it into the office for treatment, you can use actual sperm and even urine to keep your womb bloated enough it shouldn't slip out. He starts inserting the tip of his cock into your ass and adds on that you really shouldn't perform anal sex anymore, and even be careful letting people use your throat. You see, filling up your other holes with cum or what have you will create a lot of increased pressure inside you. He pushes his cock deeper as he speaks, being that full might jeopardize your boycunt, as your body will struggle to accommodate all that extra fluid. He's hilted to his balls when he groans that one last load in your ass shouldn't hurt though.

While he's brutally fucking your ass your belly sloshes around painfully. You get what he's saying about the increased pressure, you can't help but squeeze down on his cock but when you do your womb feels like it moves down and stretches out your cunt. Which you can't help but enjoy. The doctor finishes in your ass, frees your limbs and body, and sends you home with a clean bill of health. Never mind your distended belly, how your eyes are raw from crying, and the way both your holes are leaking enough you look like you wet your pants. Your not sure how you're gonna walk home like this.

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[septimus-moonlight]

Oh my god the latest one you wrote about the demon and his hounds made me cum so hard... what if after a few breeding sessions the little toy got pregnant?

(The post in question) What if, indeed <3

Of course, being knotted over and over and over again makes it all the more likely for you to get pregnant. That's the entire point of a knot, after all, and the hellhounds have been having plenty of fun with their new toy as of late. It doesn't take long in this plane of reality for you to start showing with something inhuman, something not meant for your body. Whether or not your body was designed for it doesn't matter, because you're being forced to bear it anyway.

At the start of one of the breeding sessions, as you're bent over by an unseen force so that the hellhounds can mount you again and again, the demon in charge walks around you in a slow circle, inspecting your body. "Well, it looks like someone's carrying pups for us," he says, the smirk clear in his voice as he clinically examines your swollen middle. "A bigger pack of hellhounds isn't unwelcome, if I'm honest. Dogs are just such delightful creatures." One of his pack growls impatiently. "As you're well aware, I'm sure."

That revelation is quickly forgotten in the face of endless demonic cock and knot, glowing seed, the painful stretch that only seems to get marginally more tolerable each time. You should probably be more used to it by now, with a sloppier and looser hole, but there must be something about the magic of this place that keeps your body from adjusting properly. Or maybe that's the demon himself doing that on purpose, just to see you whine and scream every time instead of actually being able to take the knots being raped into you. It definitely seems like something he would do - he seems to enjoy the show, lounging with infuriating nonchalance. At least, it would be infuriating if you weren't busy getting your cunt broken in by cocks too big for you to reasonably take.

Your belly only grows with the litter of pups inside of you. Maybe litters, plural - you're not sure how hellhounds breed, and you wouldn't put it past these things to get you pregnant more than once. You aren't sure if the obscene size of your belly is because you're pregnant with multiple litters or because hellhound pups are just that big, but it's not like you have any way to find out. It's not like you could do anything about it even if you knew the truth, either. This is your purpose now, and the hellhounds can do anything they want to you. If that includes making you give birth to puppies too big for you to carry, then that's what you have to do.

The twinge of labor hits you one day mid-rape, with a little less than half of the pack waiting to take their turn on you. You whimper and whine, your eyes growing wide from fear and pain, and the demon raises his eyebrows. "Oh? Is there something different about this session?" Then, he figures it out, and the grin that spreads across his face is positively devilish. Of course it is. "The timing isn't optimal, but there's nothing to be done about that now. My pack will get bitey if they have to wait too long for their turn." He sits up and leans forward in his chair. "You're already having a hard enough time taking their cocks. I don't think you'd be able to withstand their teeth."

You know he's right, so all you can do is withstand the contractions, the shifting of your demonic young as more and more seed is pumped into your womb. The knots opening you up keep you from pushing, keep you from even trying to push, and you're stuck exactly where you are, positioned to perfectly take hellhound cock over and over and over. You know you need to push, you know you do, but you can't. Your belly moves and sways with every thrust, with every twitch of your young inside, and the combination of sensations is almost too much to bear. All you can do is moan pathetically, your eyes half-closed.

Finally, when your belly is swollen with seed and pups, the hounds are done. Still, you wait to push, just in case there's some extra trick or one of the dogs wants another round. The demon clicks his tongue. "I thought you wanted to push? You sure look like you did, while there was cock in you," he says condescendingly. "Maybe you want those pups fucked back in?"

You weakly shake your head no, so the demon pats your head. "That's what I thought." His facial expression goes from teasing to serious. "Then you'd better start pushing before I make you too tight to push anything out."

That threat scares you into action. The next time the urge to push strikes, you follow it with all your might, gritting your teeth against the incoming wave of pain. Your voice escapes you in a howl of agony as the first pup presses up against your cervix, the head popping through with a sensation that makes your vision go white. The rest of the body isn't much better, stretching you just as much as those knots do, brutalizing your birth canal every step of the way. The push is torturous, but euphoric at the same time, the release of a body leaving your own, the catharsis of being allowed to give birth. You never wanted to give birth in the first place, not in this hellscape, but compared to the torture of being held back, it's ecstasy.

The rest of the litter is just like that, a horrible combination of pain and pleasure that makes you question your own humanity, makes you question whether or not there was ever anything except this. You can barely remember your life before you were taken away to serve this very purpose - did it even happen? Were you ever anything more than a cocksleeve for hellish beasts? Was there ever anything outside of giving birth from a sloppy hole so used to taking a whole pack's worth of knots? Could your body have ever served any other purpose? Your thoughts disappear into the stretch, the pain, the pleasure, the fact that you're cumming as you give birth. It's almost too inhuman to acknowledge - but you don't even think you were ever human. Not anymore.

After giving birth to the last pup, you just hang there, limp, exhausted, on the verge of passing out. Your whole body is sore and tense, of course, but your cunt got the worst of it, throbbing with agony that pulses in time with your heartbeat. "Well, it looks like you were the right choice to take, if you can bear a litter that healthy," the demon purrs as several hellhounds carry away the pups to clean them up. "In fact, it seems like everyone is eager to repeat that process."

A familiar, hot, slick, heavy shape presses against your cunt.