Rapid pregnancy threat where it's a built wolf warrior rippling with muscle, and whenever he passes through a village popular advice is to lock away and hide anybody with an empty womb
Scenting a lad on the village path and simply grabbing him
Dragging down his breeches and knotting him right there, keening and whimpering against a fence post, shouting uselessly for help
belly bulging as pups grow fast inside him, his tits aching as they suddenly grow to match
Tearing off the locked barn door and fucking every fertile hole inside, leaving men and women bulging at the belly and sprawled all around on their sides or on their hands and knees, moaning ecstatically in pleasure, squeezing their swelling tits or readying to labour
One young man scrambling back from him as the wolf warrior advances, begging him not to, not inside, not his pussy, please, his ass, his mouth, even?
Shivering as he leans up on his knees and touches his lips against the bright red shaft of the wolf man's cock
Opening his lips around it, dizzied by the strength of his scent, the musk headily filling his nose and his head, suddenly so wet he has to focus to remember he doesn't want to be pregnant, doesn't want his body ruined
Wolfman gripping his hair and sinking down his throat
Taste overwhelming him, cock filling his throat, the knot swelling heavy and gagging his mouth, pressing down his tongue, leaving the young man wailing and grinding helplessly down against his own fingers
Surrounded by others fat with pups and writhing as they keep riding their orgasms or start pushing out pups, so horny it's filling the whole of his brain and consciousness in a heavy pink mist, and then the warrior wolf is coming down his throat and pumping his belly full
Finally released from the wolf man with a loud pop, his heavy stomach sloshing with come
Falling on his hands and knees to try to crawl away... Then howling loud in realisation and horror and terror and perfect, agonising pleasure as the wolf man cleaves into his cunt from behind
Cock no less hard, no less potent, just slicked now with his own spit, as it ploughs into his virgin cunt and readily sows its seed, the boy sobbing as he's filled with fast-growing pups and his little tits begin leaking milk in readiness to feed them
So sorry for the delay!! Sequel to trip of a lifetime, thank you to the commissioner and thank you so so so much for your patience, wow!!
Title: The Woods are Waiting
Wordcount: 1800
Kinks: transformation, slime, breeding, loss of self
Synopsis: After Cane's mishap in the slime pits, something is clear; the rest of his friends deserve to enjoy such a joyous existence.
Night had fallen in itâs fullest as the new slime slithered out of the hole, finding it easy to pull itself from the depths, the caverns that clearly stretched deep under the woods and contained the bulk of the creature that he had now become part of. His body⌠he hadnât put much thought to it just yet, as his own mind had started to slip away into one overwhelming focus. The spread. The growth. He could feel the faint humming connection to the other slimes that made up their hive, and he was to bring in more. His movement wasnât quite walking. His brain was still sending the signals, bubbling forward in an approximation of legs taking steps, but more accurately he was pouring over the floor. A faint nudge in the back of his head, encouraging him to give up on thinking like a human would. He was something different now. Something better.
When he looked down, through the gel that made him, past the swell like tits, he could see the other bubble protruding in front of him. The orbs that floated within it were a pale white colour, not translucent like her form was. She felt a deep pride at them; her young, yes, but not in the way another creature might have thought of itself a parent. They werenât to hatch, but they would make new slimes, bring them into the network. Her body could half taste the rich undergrowth she flowed over, the leaves and the bark and any creature, but right now, she didnât hunger for feeding. She was fresh and new and ready to breed.
There were scents, not breathed in through any nose like a mammal, but she could still tell which way her quarry had gone. As she surrendered more into her flow of movement, she was travelling faster, now, shifting the eggs deeper inside her body to protect them as she bubbled her way up and up and finally⌠to a small plateau. She was seeing without eyes, even if her body mimicked the shape of them, a sensory perception made up of heat and touch and an awareness which must have been rooted in something Cane had never⌠Cane..? That didnât sound⌠right⌠that wasnâtâŚ
In front of her, there were shapes. She lingered, slumping her form low. Vibrations reaching her gel, she was able to form them into voices, a remnant of her mind to translate them. Lots of words had slid out of her gel mind now, but she could pick up enough to perceive the worry. One of them insisted they should be out in the woods, looking for someone they had⌠lost? The others were saying rest was important, that they should wait until the light to search, that the missing member knew safety.
More vibrations, more intense, and she stayed low. One of them was peeling away from the group. She slipped down into the undergrowth and followed it.
It wasnât far from the camp when she was close enough to feel the vibrations of itâs feet. Slunk low, there was a beacon of heat just in front of it; something in her whispered the word flashlight, the knowledge that this was something which could reveal her, but otherwise, itâs dulled senses would not see her. It paused a moment, and she took her chance to surge in, around the clumsy limbs, settling herself low in a concentration, not thinking of how she knew to do this. It tried to move away. She tightened. It fell, that beacon of heat falling away, and she knew she had won.
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Kelly was still furious that the others seemed determined to just let Cane vanish off into the woods. Sheâd heard the rumours of monsters out here, and whilst her friends seemed convinced that he would be fine and she was being ridiculous, she had enough. With them shouting after her that she was being a moron, she had headed off, flashlight held firmly in front of her. She had just been about to call his name when something cold touched her feet. Startled, she tried to jerk away, but whatever it was had caught her and she was suddenly slamming to the ground. Her flashlight bounced away and ended up turned towards her, casting shadows from the undergrowth and then â illuminating the liquid shape that was bubbling and forming in front of her. Her heart raced rabbit fast at it.
Because it was⌠a woman. Only it wasnât a woman. Buxom, long hair, a round belly, thick legs and ass but it wasnât a woman because every part of her was made out of the same gel. Her eyes werenât eyes, just the shape of them, no nose or mouth, the hair was the same thick liquidy shape, and she was entirely translucent. With the light shining through her she looked nearly like she was glowing, and in her swollen belly a set of orbs, floating, even if they were mostly held. She opened her mouth to scream, and the form seemed to collapse, flowing over every inch of her, over her clothes and into her mouth. She tasted sweet, pressing in on Kellyâs tongue as she choked, scream gone in a moment.
It was everywhere. All over her. It was flowing under her clothes, cold but rapidly stealing her body heat. It surged, and the fabric started to rip. Sheâd never felt anything like it, slick and smooth against her skin, leaving it tingling. She thrashed, but the body was starting to enrobe her; as more and more fabric fell away, seeming to melt at the seams, her breasts, her belly, legs, hands, face, all encased. She tried to breathe, convinced she was about to suffocate as she fought in the dirt, yet she could draw air, exhale. She couldnât seem to scream or shout, as if her body was paralysed there, but â cold gel was encasing her tits. Something, like a thick tongue, lapping at her nipples, which were rapidly hardening.
It was everywhere. Every inch of her was covered in pressure. Her pussy lips were being parted, and now the licking was on her clit. She jolted, bucking into it, the slowly increasing pressure building on her hole. She was wet; not just because of the slime, she realised, starting to squirm and twitch her hips. This was turning her on. She couldnât fight, couldnât really do anything, and yet it was there, it was there and there was nothing she could do to stop the pressure that was creeping inside her. Whilst every bit of her was subject to an onslaught of licking and pushing and pulling, the pressure easing inside her was more cautious. It pulsed, deeper, starting to touch every inch of her inside, too.
As it seemed to gain confidence, it was starting to pulse. Not quite the fucking inside sensation she was used to, no slide out and back in, more⌠thickening, then thinning. Stretching her. A little more with each pulse. It was⌠unbelievable. With the licking and sucking against her clit she found herself moaning, vibrations sending a flurry of bubbles through the creature. When she opened her eyes, she could see, but everything had a haze around it. She was panting, breathing in more of that sweet liquid with every gasp. Fuck. Fuck, she was⌠she bucked her hips into the gel, which thrummed and trembled around her. She was â she was going to â with a monster â she -
Kelly cried out, but the noise was lost entirely in the gel in her throat, bucking hard as she came around the gel. Itâs movements didnât stop even as her walls fluttered, and she was squirming in overstimulation when there was a surge and a stretch and then⌠she could feel something. It was strange. Not pain but pressure, like something deep inside her was giving way, before there was a surge of coolness in the deepest part of her. Looking down, she could see through the murky haze of gel, her previously smooth belly had gained a paunch. There was another surge of pressure and she groaned again⌠seeing the white orbs flourish around her body, one of them sliding over her skin at it was moved. Slow realisation dawned as it brushed against her thigh, and she started trying to fight again, but it was no good.
It pressed inside her, unstoppable, and she gasped and bucked and shuddered. Even with all the prep, the gel inside and out, it was still thick. It pushed, deeper, deeper, there should be pain but⌠there was none. It surged inside her, settling deep, leaving her belly more swollen. ThenâŚ
Then the gel was moving away. Off her. Oozing back, leaving her gasping and coughing, with a trail of sweetness on her tongue. She groaned as it left her, back pressing into the rough sticks and old leaves of the ground. After being so encased, it was almost jarring, the discomfort of it. Her freed fingers, surprisingly dry, slid down to press against the swell of her belly. It was aching and hot, but when she touched it, her clit twitched as a wave of pleasure crashed through her. The slime had taken itâs old shape, and seemed to⌠sit next to her. Watching.
âWhat are you -â she started, and then gasped, bucking. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. Her hand against her belly sunk into the flesh, just a touch. When she looked down, she could see it. A growing purplish colour. She tried to sit up but moaned as her whole body lit up in pleasure. When she looked at the slime girl again, she could swear it was smiling. There was a wave of warmth from it, almost like she could feel it whispering encouragement. âNo -â she mumbled, but her tongue had already turned to slime. She moaned, shuddering all over, seeing the translucence build, her body shifting, her hand already translucent. She should be scared but⌠it felt so good. It felt so fucking good. Arms slid around her, holding her gently, and she blinked up at the slime, feeling itâs mind fully now. âCane?â she mumbled.
Then she moaned, their skin â their slime â touching, not quite merging together, but not separate the way that two human people were. They were touching. They were connected. They both felt so good. The egg inside her cracked fully, and all in a rush she was something else. Something built of something different. They were one, and she felt like bliss, and she knew what they had to do next. As one, they looked towards the encampment. There were many eggs left, after all. They would love it. They deserved⌠bliss.
The college football team in a mountainside town that has a lot of dairy farms. The water source used for the cattle, pumped full of stimulants and hormones that promote milk production, libido, and fat production, is inadvertently mixed into the reservoir.
Nothing much happens at first. The football team has a winning streak; their coach keeps them hydrated with fresh water and encourages them to drink milk both as a proud member of the town but also for their bone strength on the field. For celebrations the coach takes the team to eat feasts at a burger joint that prides itself on local product. Each teammate is encouraged to eat at least two or three dripping double cheeseburgers and they even have eating contests between teammates.
The first change other than a bit of chub is the sensitive tits. One day, one of the teammates is flushed red as heâs changing, too tuned into how his chest is burningâ one nudge is all it takes for a fat bead of milk to drip out.
The libido comes next. It becomes a habit and shame for that teammate to pump his pecs into the changing room toilets before changing, but as he comes out he starts noticing how his fellow boys have started to round out. Muscular but increasingly being coated in fat, with rounded pecs and swollen nipples just like him.
He gets ridiculously hard at the sight. He didnât even think he was gay, but he canât help it. He really canât.
The shame of lactating and needing to milk himself in the stalls becomes a guilty pleasure after he realizes jerking off alone doesnât bring him to the edge. What does is playing with his chest as heâs doing it. Now, when his chest gets too full, heâs immediately hard, and his body is already digesting everything from the active frenzy masturbating has turned into. He becomes hungry too.
He craves dairy. He drinks his own milk. He craves meat. He packs his bag with meat and cheese sandwiches. He craves grease. Those sandwiches are soon replaced with a bag full of burgers from that place down the road. A massive order, sometimes featuring breakfast. Heâs thirsty after from the sweat and salt. He chugs water and moans when his stuffed belly bloats more.
His teammates have similar revelations. Two get together and become fuck buddies. Presumably the only ones that do at first. Groping leaking tits, ass, and other fat parts leave them moaning long and low, nearly moo-like over time. They drink from each otherâs tits and cock. They feed each other and kiss. Makeout, even.
A third catches them and spurred on by each otherâs presence, they have enough bravado to ask him to join them.
The team continue to pile on the weight. With more weight comes more appetite, more libido, more milking.
Itâs an endless cycle. The whole team becomes in on it. They spend more time together outside of games (that aforementioned winning streak is long lost and burger feasts become a condolence event instead of a celebratory one⌠they now eat eight times as much as what they originally did; their coach pays out of pocket), they go back to each others dorms or homes and fuck and feed each other. Anything from two to the whole team. Roommates and parents alike are worried and astounded.
The whole team becomes a herd of boycows, ridiculously horny and milky and hungry. And the best part? Each and every one of them fucking love it. Any help thatâs offered is rejected immediately.
Why would they want anything else other than this?
Bats keep the sperm in their bodies and wait until after hibernation
What if vampire sperm does the same
Imagine you realize youâre pregnant but itâs impossible because the last time you were with someone (a vampire, but you didnât know) was far too long ago for how small you are
Or getting knocked up multiple times while pregnant and your body always saves the spunk for after you birth the litter in your belly, meaning once you give birth youâre pregnant again. Over and over (maybe with no end in sight)
Perpetual pregnancy is always a fun one. Like with hypersperm when all your eggs end up attacked at the source and they all end up prefertilized, So as soon as another one drops into your waiting womb when you ovulate you're already pregnant. But with monster babies is fun too. Womb being turned into a professional monster breeding ground.
Just makes me imagine involuntarily being used to breed vampires and my horror preg kink is showing. Unknowingly sleeping with a vamp, and only knowing somethings maybe wrong when your spontaneous unexplained pregnancy only makes you grow bigger and bigger. Monster brood of Dhampir babies so rowdy and loud. Human babies don't growl in the womb- or you don't think they move this much either. And they certainly aren't supposed to move like that. Belly looking vieny and strained like your own body is uncertain about being this pregnant and even carrying what you're carrying. Belly ominously throbbing like it's got it's own heartbeat.
All before you get picked up by that vampire you slept with forever ago. He doesn't even need to sleep you ever again because you're just perpetually becoming pregnant with his brood over and over again. As soon as one litter is born the next is already taking the last ones place. Not having to worry about a thing except just making sure your next brood is bigger then the last. Don't worry a thing because surely your body just knows you want to be even more pregnant and an even better monster seedbed. So it'll totally just start pumping more and more and more pre monster claimed eggs out of your ovaries per pregnancy. So you get more gravid- belly bigger and only enjoying how good it feels to be such a productive vampire seedbed. And how good it feels to be so so egregiously pregnant.
You can totally want your next litter to be even bigger right?
You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)
I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum đŠ. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possibleÂ
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Youâre sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partnerâs office across the city. They know youâve been useless all morningâthey know you canât even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.
Thump.
The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. Itâs a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the âfullnessâ you've been aching for.
Thump. Thump.
Two more forced in, and youâre already squirming from the pressure. Youâve been craving this all morningâthis heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. Itâs already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.
Thump-thump-thump.
Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. Youâre stretching. Youâre growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until youâre moaning from the sheer volume.
The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until itâs just a memory. Youâre huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internallyâa sensation that sends jolts through your spine.
"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."
As if they heard you, the toyâs vibration kicks. Itâs the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasyÂ
The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. Youâre addicted to this overwhelming fullness.
Suddenly, your phone flashes. Itâs a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partnerâs face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that youâre properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.
You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hitsâa hot, heavy rush. Itâs a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.
On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.
âTouch yourself for me,â they command, their voice rough. âShow me how big I made you.â
You cave, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as you rub your huge, vibrating gut for the camera.
Whining, âstop itttttt,â with something on top of you gripping your hips and cumming for ages while you watch your belly drop trying to take all of its load. Feeling its balls against you endlessly pumping and its whole cock throbbing deep in your tummy. Already well knocked up before it even thinks about pulling out.
Hello folks! Thank @lostlvr for yet another fantastic story concept here. Comms are open, please hmu!
Title: One Night in paradise.
Wordcount: 5005
Kinks: impregnation, eggpreg, tentacles, sex toys, mtf sex, latex, multiple holes, anal, dick milking, cumming dry, ovi, egg laying, magic sex toys, living sex toys
Synopsis: Tanya's been running an OF account for years, enjoying getting off for money. One day an anonymous fan sends a tentacle shaped toy which changes everything. Trans fem main char w tits and a dick.
âHello, my darlings,â Tanya was lounging back on the camera, the picture of calm and control. The confidence didnât come from nowhere, of course; she had been doing these lives for rather a long time now, and the initial nerves were long since faded away. In fact, as she let her eyes linger on the steadily increasing viewcount, it was a not unpleasant boost to her ego. Tanya, styling herself on the platform as Tanya Lovinâs, had started out with a kind of cautious fear. She had questioned herself, too, at the time; the criticisms levelled at her for doing this kind of work had somewhat⌠bothered her.. The idea that it was fetishistic, that she was contributing to abusive behaviour, that she was âpart of the problemâ. And sheâd had to block plenty of people who very much fit that stereotype.
Then sheâd realised that she was hot, she was sexy, and she loved being sexy on stream, so what shit did she have to give about people who would never have been happy with her regardless?
Fuck âem.
âHow are we doing tonight?â she purred at the camera, making sure to lean forward enough to give them an excellent view down the front of her robe, a tiny peek at what they were going to be treated to tonight. If there was one asset that Tanya was proud of, it was her frankly fantastic tits. The estrogen had given her a lot of things she greatly loved, but her chest was one of the best. It went without saying that her fans were already going ravenous in the chat, compliments, flirtation, and of course, tips, all starting to roll in.
âIâm so glad to see it, my little sweethearts,â she made sure to roll the words around in her mouth, pouring them into the microphone, able to feel her body starting to already wake up, excited for what she had planned tonight. What a special night it was going to be, too. Her eyes drited from the screen and over to the toy where it sat on the side, so very beautiful, her little treat. Everybodyâs little treat. âI have something oh so special for you all tonight, too.â she chuckled, wondering when she should make the reveal. Leave it a little longer, although plenty of familiar names were popping up in the chat.
âAlright, alright, you know I wonât keep you in suspense for⌠too much longerâŚ..â she chuckled, leaning back slightly in her chair, allowing the black silk robe to slide open a touch more. It revealed, of course, more of her fat tits, held firmly in place by the thick latex âbraâ she was wearing. The chat went wild, desperate demands to see more, and she chuckled as the tips intensified. Of course, her work this evening had barely begun, but it was always fun to talk to them before she lost her mind showing off her toysâŚ
âWell, Iâm glad to hear your car loan is all paid off,â she chuckled softly, âA little more disposable income, hm? Always nice to have. Now, donât you go wasting it on a little old me..â she stood up, making the movement look casual, the chat kicking up a notch, the soft dinging notification as he proceeded to send a little of that disposable income her way. She turned her back slowly, letting her dark curls cascade over the silk robe and then onto skin as she began to slide it down, letting everyone have a peek. The thick latex covered her from mid back down to her ass, where it was packed tight but still providing an utterly delicious, tense bubble where her bounteous booty was straining it.
She had clipped a little rabbitâs tail to it, to match the latex bunny ears on top. Sheâd considered adding fishnets, but Tanya knew from experience that trying to get yourself loose from fishnets when you were horny was about as sexy as getting tangled up trying to get a tangerine from the fridge, so sheâd abandoned that particular plan. Her legs were smooth, toned, and perfect, after all. After letting the fabric slide to the floor, she turned back around, resuming her position on her chair, leaning back ust enough to allow everyone to enoy the rapidly expanding shape of her cock where it was trapped against her belly, making itself known even through the tight latex.
âNow, I have something oh so special for you all tonight,â she purred, sliding a hand down herself until she was able to press a hand firmly against the contained, aching tip of her cock. She bit her lip, the heat building inside, the pressure from the outfit, the thick purple shape in her periphery that promised a good time ahead.. god, she loved her fans.. âI have been sent something by a lovely member of chat.â she chuckled, âThank you for your gift, anonymous fan.â she offered a wink, as if she knew and it was just a secret, but in truth Tanya had no idea who had sent it. She didnât even remember adding it to any of her wishlists, but here it was, beautiful, and so perfectâŚ
âOh, youâre all champing at the bit to see, arenât you?â she laughed softly, as the chat had been begging since sheâd first gone live to see what she was using tonight. The resulting explosion of messages encouraged her to lean forward again, making sure to enncourage a rather solid gaze down between her mammoth mammaries as her hands wrapped around the toy and began to tease it into sight.
âI hope youâre all ready for this monster,â she chuckled, âBecause Iâm not sure I amâŚâ but she licked her lips none the less as she spoke, and dragged the toy until it was firmly on screen. Even her high definition cameras couldnât pick up the beauty of it. Chat was suitably awed, although several seemed to be seeking reassurance that she wasnât about to wreck her perfect ass with it. She snorted a laugh. It was big, yes, but she was aching for it. One of the wonders of being a size queen, and she had no doubt she could take it.. âThose of you who have been here a while might have figured out why Iâm in this particular outfit.â she gestured to her slutty bunny setup.
âNow, I may not have taken a toy quite so large⌠but Iâve definitely taken some that are nearly this big. And they had rather a⌠fun⌠effect on me.â she ran her hand down and over her belly, pressing in with her thumb, pausing only when she found her cock and trreated it to a couple of tender strokes of her hand, feeling like she was purring herself. The chat was going wild, but she was already starting to put them out of her head as she eyed up the behemoth in front of her. âI thought it had been such a long time since youâve all had such a treatâŚâ she chuckled lowly, âWell, why not go the full⌠length.â she chuckled at the tease, grinning towards the cameras, imagining a few hundred people sat at home, hands firmly around their dicks, shuddering in please over the mere idea of her sinking onto this monster..
And Tanya was the one lucky enough to be doing it.
It was a beautiful thing, though. She reached into her drawer and pulled out her massive bottle of lube; it was her cum lube, thick and slick and white, the perfect companion to her more monstrous toys. She had normal lubes, shit, she had normal toys, but for a while now, they hadnât pleased her. Sheâd tried ovipositor toys, and those were fun. Sheâd packed herself with gelatin eggs on stream, but they melted too fast, too messy⌠didnât stretch on the way out⌠this toy, though⌠the tentacle had subtle ridges down the length of it. The suckers were both broad and delicate. There was even pitting of the skin, a shimmering in the colours of purple and pink that made it up. It had all the finesse of looking like a monsterâs tendril flash frozen, and she just knew it was going to feel like bliss inside her.
For the sake of the crowd, though, she took her time. Poured the lube onto the tip of it. Ran her fingers down the length of it, encouraging it to sink into the crannies, letting the audience see the entire shape of it. Glancing at them once or twice, but her regulars knew she was starting to lose herself to arousal now. When it was fully coated and shining, she smirked, and then pressed a button with her dry hand, switching it over to the bed set up. Now the crowd didnât really matter. Two cameras, pointed at her bed, to catch everything. A dangling microphone which was set sensitive, to pick up groans and growls, squelches and slaps as she took her toys. Every angle made to emphasise her best assets as she worked, her bouncing tits and her thick, heavy assâŚ
She couldnât wait to feel this toy in her.
As she laid it on the bed, clambering over, she took just a moment to consider it. The sensuous folds of it, the tentacle nature, but the tip of it folded almost like a flower, with ridges and a delicate bulge. It looked perfect, especially now dripping and shining with lube, it looked alive. She wanted it. No. No, she needed it.
Tanya let out a shaky breath as she stood it up, her fingers trembling. Nerves, yes, but more than anything it was the desperate hunger to feel the toy in her, stretching her out, taking over her. Reaching down, she turned to make sure the camera could see as her fingers hooked on and then tugged the latex to one side, revealing her hole, already slick with lubricant sheâd applied before starting. Her balls slid out too, and she groaned just slightly, fighting to keep her cock contained for now. Her ass was the star of the show right now, as she braced the toyâs base with her ankles and began to slowly, cautiously ease down.
The bulb at the tip was thick and shining, and the lubricant made it slide just a little, smearing surprisingly warm wetness over her thigh. But she was an expert, and it didnât take long for Tanya to line it up and begin to slowly, carefully take it. It was already big, and she moaned loudly, hair hanging around her face as she curved her back and managed to slide past the head of it. Fighting back the instinct to just drive down, both her ass and her need to put on a show managed to keep that particular urge in check, but that hunger was there. It was already feeling like it was burrowing into her and she shuddered in pleasure.
She began to ease herself down, wriggling back and forth, feeling herself stretching. The bulb slid past her prostate and she shuddered, dribbling onto the bed, chat forgotten, everything forgotten but the feeling of this thick toy inside her. She should have warmed up first but she didnât regret it, now, every part of her focused on the sensation as rib after rib sunk into her ass and deeper, deeper. She shuddered. It felt unlike any toy sheâd ridden before. It was like it had itâs own warmth. It was incredible. Further down, another pop, a whimper. Her cock was drooling inside her clothes, and barely thinking, she slid a hand down until she could pop her fat member free. She began to stroke it, steady from base to tip, thumbing over the purple and oozing tip. The latex settled back taut to her belly, if not tighter now without her took fighting it.
Forced to ride back up again to allow herself to loosen off a little more, Tanya groaned and shuddered. It felt incredible, but the idea of sliding herself off it, even for a bouncing, made something in her chest constrict, some hunger. She forced herself down, then up, and down again, each rough thump driving it a little deeper. She was starting to reach the thickest part of it, now, feeling as it stretched her, a pleasant burn, slightly alleviated by the lubricant. It was blissful. It was everything. She threw her head out and cried out, starting to bouncing with more force, stroking her thick cock in time with it. Base to tip, squeeze, pull, too lost in the sensations driving inside her, ridge after ridge back and forth again her prostate. When she clenched, nothing changed, so stretched was she. Her thumb nudged against something and when she glanced down, she could see it. Subtle, from her angle, but she spared a glance over to her monitor.
There it was. A little hard to make out, but the bulge as she was forcing her body to stretch around it, the ever so slight push as the toy was forcing her organs to shift and reveal a bulge, in the latex, on her belly. She couldnât focus enough to read it but chat was going wild, the constant roll of donations. She closed her eyes again and then finally dropped far enough to take it all the way.
A muddy moan slid from her mouth, drool running down her lips, dripping onto the latex on her tits. Her body was shaking as hot spurts covered her hand, distant waves of pleasure and a clenching low in her gut which had barely even seemed to have noticed the orgasm. Still. One was nothing. She had wrung more than one out of herself basically every night she had performed, and there was no way in hell she was done with this toy. She took a moment to dramatically rub the lump in her belly, feeling strong silicon or whatever the hell it was pressing her out, shuddering, and then she began to move again.
Her legs were trembling, but she was strong, starting to set a punishing pace as she rode the toy up and down, shuddering, gasping, moaning, roughly tugging her cock, driving down and then up and â her legs locked? It didnât hurt, but she couldnât pull up. She tried again with little success, frowning. It was like something had⌠wrapped around the limbs, holding them still? So when she opened her eyes, panting, and looked down again, it took a long moment to make sense of what she was seeing.
The toy⌠the base of it⌠seemed to have⌠split? Rather than just the one thick tentacle driven into her body, there were more. They had emerged from the base, and wrapped their supple flesh around her legs, tentacles that were now holding her, preventing her from getting off the toy.
â⌠What?â she whispered, and then there was an explosion of movement.
Tendrils swirled into the air, grasping around her limbs, her arms, and she was somehow being lifted into the air. She could still feel the thickness in her ass, probing now, squirming, deeper into her, and she moaned despite herself as her stomach writhed with it. Taking the open mouth as an opportunity, one began to burrow into her lips, thankfully more slender than the one packed inside her. She groaned, as slick, almost sweet flesh slid over her tongue and began to fuck into her throat, rolling her eyes back. Sheâd sucked enough thick toys to not pass out, but she was already feeling how it filled the passageway, massively reducing her oxygen. The ones around her limbs were spreading them, forcing her legs wide. With her hands away from her cock, it was twitching in the cool air, and she would have been more alarmed if she hadnât feel so very good right now.
There was another tendril. It slid slowly up her dick, stopping at the tip, as if tasting her smeared cum. Then it engorged, swelling, sliding over like a straw as it sealed down by her balls and her hips began to thrust automatically into the aching, hot, surprisingly wet suction that had begun. It was as if every part of her cock was the tip, being stimulated, rippling as it fought to milk her dry and it was bliss. More and more tendrils sliding about, apparently fascinated by her bodysuit, slipping inside it and tugging her tits loose. They began to wrap around, squeezing and playing with them, all of this movement happening at once and turning her into something like a fucked out pile of goo.
Everything was forgotten. The onlyfans, the stream, the mysterious benefactor, the money. All that mattered was being fucked and used by this perfect toy. Her nipples were being sucked on and she whimpered, brain foggily wandering to the idea of being milked, of being a cow, of being bred, and it was strange but everything felt different and fuck her stomach was squirming and she screamed as she came, every drop of it being drunk down by whatever this thing was. Her cock didnât soften and she panted, suckling the one in her mouth, droplets of some kind of sweet honey even as it began to fuck back and forth across her tongue.
She wanted to rub her belly, able to feel the squirming, stretching ache, the creaking from the latex. She never wanted to feel anything else again. Nothing would feel good again other than this, being fucked through, being nothing more than a toy and stretched stretched stretched and she was going to cum again she was sure but⌠the thick tentacle in her rear had apparently decided it had explored enough. Every inch of it felt so clear as it pulled back, back, then nearly, almost out, only the bulbous head still inside her, pressing just into her prostate before it thrust into her, hard, deep. She squealed and clamped down on the tentacle in her mouth, prompting another one to slide in alongside it, suckers gently pulling at her tongue, lifting it, forcing her to breathe gustily through her nose as tears ran down her face and mingled with her spit.
As if getting an idea, as the one in her ass slid nearly out again, the was a stretching ache. Another, and another, thank God thinner than the immense one, but she didnât know how she was going to take them. Crawling, exploring, as that bulb fucked into her with a breakneck pace and she was cumming again, balls tight and cock tender and shuddering as she sucked harder and her tits bounced and she was so, so sure she was going to pass out, sheâd never felt so good and her legs twitched sporadically, dangling numb and -
Everything stopped moving at once. She could hear the rattle of her heart and her desperate, half choked, panting breaths. The whole thing seemed to seize, tense, and then -
She would have cursed if sheâd had the breath to. The thickest cock, in the depths of her ass, shuddered. Squirming, it sunk a few inches, then it began to swell. Inside, she could feel, that bulb was opening, spreading her, surging thick honey or cum or something hot and liquid inside her and she shuddered around it.
Every nerve was on fire. Everything was insane. It was doing something. She throbbed and whimpered. The bulb opened all the way, pressing its petals inside her, and then⌠the very base of it rippled. Again, and again, like nothing sheâd ever felt. She envisioned one of those wind socks, flaring in the breeze, tensing, pushing, before something enormous began to press at her rim. She panted past the tentacles oozing into her mouth, swallowing each desperate mouthful between gulps of air. It made her feel more energised, at least, but it couldnât compete against the soreness and the tenderness.
But she knew, in the pit of her stomach, this was happening. She couldnât stop it. The first slid into her tunnel with a pop, a release of pressure that was both agony and bliss, causing her to jolt. Then, inexorably, it began to scrape itâs way along and she realised it had been preparing her this entire time, lining her insides with itâs fluids. The next one didnât hesitate, and the next, and the next. Each new bulb, seed, egg, whatever the hell it was, started to settle inside her. It would shunt the next along, but they were starting to fight. She tilted her head, just enough to see her monitor. The latex had already started to swell obscenely, apparently held, even with all the tentacles, at the perfect angle for the camera to catch it all.
She looked several months pregnant. Another egg popped in and she shuddered, legs shaking, able to see the distended blob as it slid across her body. Her cock twitched. Fuck, that was hot. Being able to see it, not just feel it. Fuck. She was really getting off on this? Being bred? Being used as a sex toy by the very toy sheâd been playing with earlier?
She came dry, shuddering as yet another egg fell inside her. And another. Everything was becoming a blur. She was drifting in and out, only tugged from her fogginess by each pop and crash of pleasure and a slowly increasing creaking. It took her a moment to realise her sturdy latex had been pushed to itâs limit, stretched until nearly translucent. All in one moment, the material gave way. It snapped along one side, and as it burst, there was a rush of pressure that pitched her forward. The tentacles tugged from her mouth as she fell, face down, ass up, groaning as her packed belly took a lot of her weight, face buried into her pillow. The wave of fresh sensation, of her fat, dangling belly, the incredible weight she was now filled with⌠she whined plaintively, missing her tendrils. It didnât take them long to slide into her mouth again as she felt the tentacles squirm and push deeper into her ass.
It took a few moments to realise, not long later, that they had stilled again. They were slowly pulling away. She expected immediate pressure, but it seemed like her visitors had⌠retreated. They left her mouth and she coughed. Her arms were free, her head foggy. She tried to clench her ass but the intense fucking had left her spread open and too weak to close it. With immense difficulty, panting, she braced and managed to flop over. She couldnât see over her belly, from this angle, the weight of it near immediately pinning her down. Even with the lumpiness, she was huge. Fresh stretch marks along her hips, and it was as though she had octuplets packed inside her, more pregnant than anything she had seen before. Even ghosting her hand over her belly sent a wave of pleasure that made her toes curl, and when she rubbed the stretched and tender flesh, she moaned.
Her cock felt too empty to work again, and so she slid into a haze, just rubbing slow circles on her belly, half asleep. Her eyes drifted over the toy, looking as normal as it had before, sitting beside her on the bed. She had just started to realise she was going to have to somehow stand like this to shut the stream off and figure everything out when there was a twinge deep in her gut. Her belly was writhing, bulging, and she gasped. A hand reached back to grab the headboard, dragging herself back until she was propped up and the sensations got more intense. It seemed they didnât have long to wait for this problem to resolve itself.
She didnât glance at the monitors, but if she had, she would have seen for herself. Her fucked open asshole, twitching, a hint of something purple deep at the end of it and a gush of fluids; perfectly aligned for the camera to see every single inch that was about to emerge. She couldnât resist but to squeeze her tender tits, whimpering as the pressure got more and more intense and then she began to push.
She was scared it would hurt, but to Tanyaâs relief, it was like being fucked by the toy again. A wave of hot liquid pleasure as the egg began to slide. The one nearest her hole, it seemed, they would be going in reverse order, the oldest one, the one with the most time to grow, would be easing out last⌠she clenched, moaned, shuddered, trying to tent her legs as she rubbed at the fat dome of her belly. Somehow it was bigger than it had gone in but she stretched, slow, inexorable, then felt the rush as it plopped out onto the bed. Shuddering in relief, it was clear pretty quickly that the others were coming, and if she wanted to get them out in one sitting, she was going to have to be fast.
Going on instinct and feeling, rocking her hips, rubbing the sensitive skin, she managed as each one popped loose from her body. But after the fifth, it was becoming harder work. They were buried deeper, she was exhausted. She moaned as she strained and the egg refused to push past her rim, able to feel it pressing wetly against the base of her balls before it dropped back in. With a growl, she squeezed hard, and it finally emerged, leaving her shuddering. Her cock was rubbing the underside of her belly, and she felt like it must be sobbing, so overstimulated and tender. Sheâd never felt like this beforeâŚ
By the time she was maybe half empty, she was exhausted. Sweat coated her hair, sticking it to her skin in tiny ringlets. Her hole was twitching. Sheâd cum dry again, and was now whimpering. Her eyes drifted to the monitor, to the sight of her from the side, naked and stretched and swollen, and the other view of her twitching hole. And⌠her chat. Encouragement. Money, yes, but more than anything, hundreds of voices reassuring her she could get through this. She clenched her jaw, groaned, and pressed down half. Three eggs popped out in a rush and she screamed, slumping back. She didnât know how long it took but her belly was finally softening down. She shivered faintly, rubbing the much more settled flesh, feeling just a couple more eggs in there. Theyâd been getting bigger this whole time, each one more work. She clenched, groaned, rolled her hips. Thirsty, exhausted. Trying to ignore the soreness over the pleasure, because even drained dry, she felt⌠good, under it all. Ignoring the faint feeling of loss the emptier she became, the bafflement at how quickly her skin was drawing and tightening back inâŚ
Another egg caught in her hole, squirming against her prostate, but she managed to get it out. And the next. And then⌠she was sure this was the last. Bucking as best she could, whimpering desperately. The chat was on her side. But it was immense. It felt like she was trying to lay a football. Her tits throbbed, her belly throb, her cock and balls were aching. Reaching out, one hand grasped the toy that had caused this. She stroked her hand down it, drawing a strange comfort, remembering the sweet honey on her tongue.
Panting, gasping; air. She needed more air. Tanya whimpered, arching her back and bearing down. It slid, slow, so fucking slow, stretching past her prostate, landing right against it and making her cry out. It slid back an inch and she grit her teeth. She would do this. She could do this.
Some deranged thought floated into her mind. She could⌠keep this one. Let it grow in her. But that was foolishness. She just felt⌠empty. Fuck, she did. The exhaustion had made her near enough forget that, but like a wave enveloping her, there was a strange hollow loss. She was meant to be full. Her belly was meant to bulge, not lay flat. She had looked so⌠so beautiful.
Tanya whimpered, and groaned, clenched, pushed, gave her all and then there was a crashing wave of relief as the egg popped loose. She slumped, boneless, gasping for air, allowing herself to desperrately try to recover.
Once her body felt a little more clear, she rolled over, scrabbling for her water bottle and taking a deep gulp. Then she stumbled up, legs shaking so badly she could barely take weight, grabbing onto her chair and sinking down into it. The numbers for the stream were laid out in front of her; incredible money, unbelievably so. The fans were losing their mind.
âIâm okay. Iâm⌠holy shit.â she panted, then laughed. âI donât know who sent that but⌠fuck.â she could feel the steady trickle of cum and honey from her ruined asshole, pooling on the seat. She ran a hand through her hair, looking at her reflection. âIâve never felt anything like⌠well⌠shit.â she glanced back at the eggs scattered around the room. âHow much would you guys pay for⌠one of those?â she gestured lazily behind her, but the numbers started to be suggested by the chat. She licked her dry lips. âIâll⌠let you know what I decide to do with them. Thanks, guys. For now, uh, Tanya Lovinâs, signing off. See you⌠next week.â she ended the chat, sitting there for a moment staring at the now blank screen, the disconnect, the money.
Her hole twitched.
Barely thinking, Tanya stumbled out of her chair, slumping onto the sweat soaked bed. She drew in a deep, slow breath, allowing herself to relax, to feel all of the exhaustion.
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Imagine working as a âmilk maidâ at a special and exclusive club for monsters or aliens. Itâs now girlyâs job to fill the patrons cups with her milk. Or even let some extra special v.i.p. patrons drink âstraight from the tapâ
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You knew it wouldn't stop with just one night. A silly bet. Some fun. That's it. But no. You knew you wouldn't get away so easily. You knew that after the way that little bet turned out, for the utter delight of every alien in the bar, it wasn't going to end just like that. One time. Done and forgotten.
Yeah, no way.
The tips were insane, and the bar had never seen so many extra zeros after closing. Your co-workers ended the night with bras stuffed fat with kredits, and they slapped your back like you just hit the jackpot instead of getting publicly fucked and milked half-unconscious.
And the videos dropped before your shift even ended.
Grainy clips first. Just a few seconds of you walking around the tables, tray balanced in your palm, dark wet patches blooming on your top. Then clearer cuts. Records from different angles. You up on the bar, skirt shoved up, legs wide open, ridged tentacles plunging so deep your belly bulges with every thrust. Your swollen breasts dripping with milk. Drool on your chin. Eyes glassy and unfocused. Your own broken, crackling moans mixing with wet slaps and alien laughter.
"Sheâs soaking the bar. Someone get a pitcher."
Human cow in heat, the caption said, and Worth every kredit.
It went viral. You went viral. And with it, of course, The Den, too. The views climbed to millions, comments begging for a round two and three and four.Â
The bar isn't subtle about what it is about. Aliens come to see humans, rare and exotic in these parts of the galaxy, and they pay anything to try them, too. To get a taste of soft skin and clenching cunt.
So much so that-
"I want to make it a regular thing," your boss states. "Every week. Fridays." She leans forward slightly, claws tapping on the table. "You get a nice bonus for it."
You open your mouth. Then close it.
You knew it was coming. You saw the videos and the comments. You saw how full the bar was the next week. You felt it even during the quiet shifts. The weight of the stares picturing you up on the counter again, stuffed full.
But every week? The thought makes your stomach twist. You can't complain about your job. The money is good, better than anything you could have on Earth. But getting fucked and milked like that every week? Your nipples tighten traitorously at the memory, but you are unsure your body could really handle it week after week. You were exhausted, overstimulated, half-dazed, and leaking for days. But the money... You saw your account the next day. Rent covered, groceries for weeks. Just from one night.
Your boss lets you think it through, but you know she wouldn't accept a blunt no. That's too much money to say no to it.
"What about the other girls?"
She shrugs. "Maybe. Later. But I want you. The patrons want you." A smile curls on her lips, sharp teeth flashing. "You will be The Den's delicacy."
Delicacy... a dripping, leaking delicacy.
"Every two weeks," you say at last. "Fridays only. Special nights, as you said before. And I want Saturdays and Sundays off on those weeks."
The silence hangs tense for a second. The alien stares at you, all four eyes unblinking. "Every two weeks. Weekends off. And you drink without complaint. You perform. You let them see what a good little human you can be." She extends one long, bony hand across the desk. "Deal?"
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You feel like a prey.
Your boss made sure the word spread: new specialty in The Den. Every other Friday. With you on the menu. And it shows. The bar is full. The tables are packed. Tentacles are draped over furniture, scaled tails flick on the floor, claws tap on the side of cool glasses, and wings flap by instinct every now and again.
Stares burn through your barely-there uniform the second you emerge from the back. The top is the same thin fabric as always, but tonight, you are especially aware of how it clings to you. It hides nothing from the prying eyes: glowing, slit-pupiled, compound, hungry. You feel them trace the curve of your breasts and linger on the faint outline of your nipples already pebbled from nerves and the low thrum of the bass. Your skin prickles under the weight of all the attention.
You try to focus on the tray in your hand, on the orders you are supposed to take, but every sway of your hips is followed by low murmurs and clicks of tongues.
You make your way to the bar and lean over the counter to call for the next round. The bartender, an older human man with greying beard and matching hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck, is busy chatting up a small group of females a few feet from you. One of them laughs at something he says, and another reaches out to fix absolutely nothing on the collar of his shirt. The man just smirks and winks at them before turning to you.
You lift a knowing brow at him.
He shrugs. "What? Youâre not the only popular one here."
The group giggles again, eyelashes flutter, wings, too.
He finishes loading your tray, and you are almost ready to run another round around the bar, when he turns back to you with a small shot glass in hand. The liquid is clear and shimmery under the colorful lights above.
"And this," he says, "is for you."
And just like that-
The moment the words leave his mouth, itâs like someone hit pause on the entire room.
The music still filters through the speakers, but the chatter dies quickly. Head turns. Eyes lock. Tentacles still. Even the women beside you go quiet. Now, instead of your co-worker, they watch you with curiosity.
The weight of it all presses down on your shoulders. Their anticipation breathes down the back of your neck.
Your stomach knots tight.
You can still change your mind. It's not too late. Yes, your boss would give you a hard time for a few weeks, but she would quickly find another human for the job, and you could continue serving the tables. The aliens wouldn't be happy either, but if they don't want to get banned, they would quickly shut their mouths about it. You can say no.
But do you want to?
With a deep inhale and a quiet cheers, you tip the glass back in one big gulp.
The liquid coats your tongue with honeyed sweetness, followed by a burn that warms you from the inside out. It spreads fast: first your throat, then your chest, and finally, it curls low and hot in your belly.
You slam the empty glass down with a loud thunk.
And the bar erupts.
Cheers and whistles drown out even your own thoughts for a long second. The music and the clinking of glasses disappear. Someone shouts something in a language you don't understand. A tentacle slaps down on the table, almost tipping it over.
The bartender leans in so you can hear him over the roar; "Have fun, and shout my name if you want it to stop."
Your breasts already feel heavier, though you aren't sure if it's not just your mind playing tricks on you.
With the tray back in your hand, you reply a quiet thanks.
It starts low in your stomach. A trembling warmth uncoiling. Slow and syrupy. Up your spine. Across your ribs. Between your legs and deep in your chest. Your pussy clenches in time with your heartbeat, thighs flexing for friction, and your nipples harden into aching points under your top. The material feels wrong now, too rough and too tight. It rubs over you with every step you take, and you can't help but scowl at the feeling.
You reach the first table with reptilians around. Their scales glint bronze under the lights, tails lashing lazily.
One of them leans back as you set down their drinks. His slit-pupiled eyes rake over you shamelessly. "I can already smell you."
His friends snicker and sniff the air.
You are not surprised. The others told you about the change in your scent because of the serum. You smelled sweet for days, made the aliens' mouths water and teeth ache.
As you straighten, a scaled hand brushes the back of your thigh, claws grazing just under the hem of your short skirt.
"Fuck, look how hard those nipples are," the one in the middle purrs with a wet click of his tongue. "Gonna leak for us soon, human?"
Without a reply, you move on. They are regulars, always up for some bantering, but right now, you can't focus enough to come up with anything. It doesn't even matter. They continue to laugh and stare anyway.
The change in your body is familiar from the first time, but still new and strange. Your chest is heavy. Your nipples throb in time with your pulse, so sensitive now that the slightest shift of fabric feels like a rough tongue dragging over them. You have to bite your tongue not to hiss. And the warmth in your stomach has turned to fire by now. Every touch leaves a trail of heat on your sweaty skin. Every comment sinks deep as they watch you unravel.
At least you are not panicking now. The last, and first, time, you had to beg one of your co-workers to look up if it's normal or if you are going to die or something.
Teasing touches follow you through the bar.
A smooth and cold one slides up between your legs, barely reaching the damp fabric of your panties, but you still sigh at the cool feeling he offers. When your thighs clench to keep it there, the alien laughs. Then another one slips to your ass, sneering when he pulls your underwear tighter, making you whine and bat his hand away.
"Gonna spread these cheeks later and watch that tight little hole wink while I stretch your pussy. You're gonna leak milk and cum all over the floor by the time weâre done."
"Don't worry, little human, I have enough cocks to fill your holes."
"Smells like sheâs already in heat. Iâm gonna make her black out on my suckers."
You are panting now. Open-mouthed.
A tentacle flicks your nipple. Claws pinch the other.
You make it back to the bar, but barely. Your legs are unsteady, and your body is buzzing. Your top clings to you in new ways; tiny damp spots form where your nipples leak the first beads. Your cheeks burn at the sight, and you have to grab the edge of the counter to keep yourself from massaging yourself, though you are sure the bar would appreciate it.
The bartender catches your eye, but says nothing. Just raises a brow with an infuriating smirk and takes the empty tray from your hands.
You are still catching your breath, fingers curling and loosening, when she steps up beside you.
She is lean and elegant with sharp lines and grace. No breasts, at least not the way humans have them. Her chest is a smooth, flat plate. She is completely bald, skin covered instead with intricate, swirling tattoos. Her eyes are huge, slowly blinking.
She tilts her head, gaze dropping immediately to your chest. "How does it feel?"
You swallow. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth. "It⌠itâs warm," you manage. "Heavy. Like theyâre filling up too fast. Every little touch feels⌠too much. And it makes me-" You cut off, cheeks burning. "It makes everything else clench."
The alien blinks once. "May I touch you?"
You swallow again. Then nod. "Yes."
She is careful. Her touch is cool, too, on your fever-hot flesh even through your top. She squeezes at first as if testing the weight and the feel of it. Your nipple drags against her palm, and you bite back a whimper. Your back arches on its own, pushing you into her gentle hold. Her fingers spread wide, kneading the swollen curve. It sends a jolt straight down between your legs, and you press your thighs together instinctively. Slickness ruins your panties entirely.
She watches transfixed. "So full already." She looks... fascinated.
Behind you, the small group of alien women from earlier drifts closer.
One presses against your back. Her breath is warm on your neck as he peers over your shoulder. "Gods, look at them growing."
And she is right. Your tits grow. The soaked fabric of your top is now like a second skin on your body. It stretches over your chest, clinging.
The hand of the woman behind you comes around, cupping your other breast. She is less careful. Her fingers dig in, rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger through your shirt, yet you sigh with relief. The pressure from both of them eases something deep inside, even though it winds you tighter at the same time, too.
"Fuck," someone hisses nearby, and another alien says something you don't understand.
"So soft," the one behind you coos over your shoulder, squeezing a bit harder.
The tattooed one nods in agreement, thumb circling your areola. "Such a good little human. So eager to give."
And fuck, the situation does something to you. Them, talking over your head while groping you in front of the whole bar. Your knees threaten to buckle. Every tug and slow knead sends fresh heat pooling low in your belly. It settles in your core and licks up through your veins. Your milk drips steadily now, and you are hyperaware of every breath you take. And the whole time, the women massage, giggle, and coo about how pretty you look and how sweet you smell.
Another alien steps up then. Another regular, though not a chatterer. You don't even know his name.
One side of his mouth is twisted from a jagged scar running from his chin, across his lips, up to the corner of his missing eye. The empty socket is shadowed under the bone of his brow.
Your breath catches as you stare up at him.
He just looms there for a few seconds until the women back away from you. Out of respect. Or fear. Or maybe they are just curious to see what happens next.
Now that there are no hands to hold your tits, they feel extra heavy.
Without a word, the scarred alien hooks one claw under the neckline of your top, and the material gives with a soft ripping sound. It flutters to the floor, forgotten before it reaches the ground.
Your breasts spill free, and whistles ripple through the crowd while the alien in front of you grunts low in his throat. Something rough and guttural that might be a fuck. His good eye drifts up to meet yours, then drops back to your bare, dripping tits. Milk beads at the tips in fat drops. And the male doesn't hesitate. No question asked. Just him latching onto your nipple with a wet, hungry sound. The suction hits hard and suddenly. You cry out, back arching as the pull of his lips shoots straight to your clit, and your milk fills his mouth.
But he is too tall. The angle is awkward. His head bent low, shoulders hunched, while you are almost on your tiptoes in an uncomfortable arch to offer him more.
He growls in frustration, your nipple still in his mouth, then grabs your waist with both of his huge hands and lifts you off the floor like you weigh nothing. Your legs curl around his torso with a gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. You cling to him helplessly, thighs clamping tight on his sides.
Your breast presses into his greedy maw. Your milk flows freely now, so much so that it spills from the corners of his mouth when he swallows too slowly. You can hear the wet gulps and the vibration of his growls and grunts on your skin.
And you can feel the others watching.
"Can I take her home?"
"My mate would love a cow like her."
If your mind were less dizzy and your body less demanding, you would be embarrassed by this whole thing. But that ship has sailed. And there is no turning back. Not when your hips rock forward, trying to grind against anything that can give you some friction and release. But he is not here for your pleasure, you find out quickly. He is here to drink. Deep, greedy pulls while your pussy throbs with emptiness, soaked and aching and ignored. He simply doesnât care. He just keeps sucking, one nipple then the other, like youâre nothing but a vessel to empty. To fill him instead.
Your head falls back. Eyes glassy with tears.
When he finally pulls off with a wet pop and puts you down, milk coats his scarred lips. Then, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grunts a thanks or maybe something entirely different.
"What an asshole!" you hear one of the women behind you, but there is laughter in her voice.
And you stay standing here, tits heavy, nipples raw and wet, and pussy throbbing with need he denied.
And the bar erupts again. The waves of it ripple down your spine.
The room is a sea of glowing eyes and shifting bodies. A tentacled patron in the corner has two slick limbs wrapped around his own cock. Or cocks, you can't be sure because of the shadows. At the nearest table, a reptilian couple has one of the other waitresses bent over. Top yanked down, skirt flipped up. One claws at her ass while the other laps at her exposed cunt. Some sip their drinks, eyes never leaving your dripping breasts, others lean forward, elbows on tables, cocks or slits already freed and glistening in the low light. Even the ones not touching anyone yet stare with open, shameless want.
This, this is familiar, too. The predatory stares, snarling mouths, and tense bodies. The way you can almost read their minds about what they want to do to you.
"Come here, cow. My cocks are already hard for you. Pick one. Or take both."
"Sit on my face first! Let me drink that cunt."
Someone growls from the back. "Climb on my lap, human. You can grind that dripping pussy on me before I fill you proper."
"Don't listen to them, love, my suckers will suck that swollen clit while you ride. You wonât even have to move. Iâll milk your cunt and those fat tits."
But your gaze catches on someone else. Scaled in deep emerald and black, ridges sharp along his shoulders and down his spine. He is sprawled on a chair like he owns the fucking place, legs spread wide, thick thighs straining the seams of his pants. One hand rests on his knee while the other holds an almost-empty glass that he swirls absently before one last gulp. His eyes, slit-pupiled and burning gold, lock onto yours the second you look his way. He looks smug. Almost mean. The corner of his mouth curls in a slow smirk that shows just a hint of fangs.
He lifts his chin once. Come here.
Your legs move before your brain can catch up.
The serum has you so wound up that every step sends fresh wetness sliding down your inner thighs. The feeling is uncomfortable. This slickness. It reminds you how empty you are. And how full you are. Your bare tits bounce with every movement, and milk drips slowly and obscenely down your skin.
You feel like you are melting from the inside out.
The alien yanks you forward and pulls you down onto his lap with one smooth motion when you get close enough. Your thighs straddle one of his, and your soaked cunt presses hot against the rough texture of his pants.
"Easy, little cow," he coos, low and mocking.
Heat floods your face. Shame and need twist together until you canât tell them apart. Your hips jerk forward on instinct, grinding slow circles on his thigh.
You are already so close itâs embarrassing.
He laughs under his breath while his hand slides up to cup you in his huge palm. The other reaches past you to grab his empty glass off the table to dangle it in front of you.
"Gonna fill this for me, aren't ya?"
The bar cheers around you again.
And the alien squeezes. You gasp at the rough motion while your milk splatters into the glass with wet little plinks. The sound echoes in your ears. Somewhere, shame and embarrassment burn in you, but with every pull, your clunt clenches harder, and you forget everything else. Your wetness soaks through his pants, marking him with your desperation.
The glass fills steadily, creamy liquid swirling at the bottom.
The crowd around you is restless, and when the alien under you lifts the half-full glass for everyone to see, holding it up like a trophy, the room roars.
He brings the glass to his lips. Gulps it down in long, greedy swallows, and sets the empty glass aside with a clink.
Then both hands clamp down on your hips.
Finally.
"Grind that dripping cunt on my thigh like the needy little human you are. Come on. Show everyone how bad you want to cream yourself in front of the whole bar."
It's toomuch
But notenough
Your swollen clit rubs over the rough texture of his trousers. You can feel his muscles tense and relax, leg jerks just enough to make your tits bounce with each roll of your hips.
"Thatâs it," he hisses, fingers digging into your ass cheeks, spreading you wider. "Look at you. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat. Bet youâd come just from me squeezing these fat udders again, wouldnât you?"
You are a leaking, drooling mess. Your moans are high and frantic. The pressure coils tight in your core and-
snaps.
You come hard, thighs clamping around his, cunt spasming, slick gushing in a hot rush that soaks his pants completely. Your head falls back, mouth open around a silent scream, and your body shakes as wave after wave of pleasure rip through you.
By the time someone, a tentacle maybe, hauls you up onto a table, you are half-delirious. Drinks scatter around you, glasses tipping over in sticky spills. Your skirt is gone, panties ripped away in the chaos, and you are left bare and whining on the metal surface.
Aliens crowd around you. Close. Too close. Their warmth buzzes around you: hot breaths, snarky comments you don't understand, rough palms, slimy limbs. And you feel them everywhere: the press of bodies and the low growls.
"Drippin' like a broken faucet."
"Bet sheâd take anything right now."
Tentacles snake out from the shadows. Ridged limbs glisten with clear ooze. They wrap around your wrists, your ankles, pinning you down to the table with firm, unyielding suction. You arch against them, but it's more like a reflex than an attempt to escape.
Because a tongue finds your pussy.
Long. Forked. It laps up from your entrance to your clit in one dragging stroke. You gasp, hips twitching for more, and it delves inside, probing and curling against every hidden spot that makes your vision blur. Your moan is sharp and high. The sound rips from your chest as the tongue flicks that bundle of nerves deep inside. It rubs and laps all over your pussy until stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Such soft little holes. Made for filling. Made for breeding."
"P-please-" You donât even know what you are asking for.
Someone laughs. "Pathetic little cow canât even wait for us to decide how weâre gonna use her next."
A hand strokes your cheek almost tenderly before cupping your chin and forcing your mouth open. "You love this, donât you? Being spread out for the whole bar. Tits full, cunt ready to be filled, leaking everywhere. Say it."
Your lips tremble. Milk beads at your nipples, slow and thick, rolling down the sides of your breasts. "I⌠I do," you whimper, voice breaking on the admission. Shame burns hot in your chest, but it only makes your clit throb harder. "I love it."
Hands reach out, too. So many hands. They grope your tits, tug your nipples, and knead wherever they reach you.
A claw scrapes over your neck, tracing your fluttering pulse before settling firmly around. Another hand rubs over your lower lip, thumb pressing until you part for it. It pushes inside, and you suck, tongue swirling, teeth nibbling. Fangs graze your jaw. Lips follow. Up to your earlobe, then down your collarbone. The alien sucks bruises into your skin, and you tilt your head for more.
Fingers plunge inside you next. Two, three, thick and knobby, stretching your dripping cunt while another tongue keeps working your clit.
"Fuck⌠feel how hot she is inside."
"What does this do?"
Your cunt clamps down instantly. Laughter follows.
"Do it again. It makes her cunt tighten every time. See? Little human is trying to come just from being fingered."
"Try curling them up, yeah, like that."
They keep exploring; curling, twisting, pressing different spots while laughing about how your body flutters with another helpless arch and your pussy drools another gush of slick.
"Shit, sheâs clenching so hard I can barely move."
At this point, your world is upside down. You are upside down. And it's everything. Scars rough under your grasping fingers. Scales scraping your inner thighs. Something drips down your ass, teasing the puckered hole there without entering.
Someone rubs your clit, and a cock, fat and veiny, thrusts deep into your pussy, filling you to the hilt with a wet squelch.
"First time trying a human," the alien rasps. "Gods, itâs sucking me in- Greedy little thing."
Laughter ripples through the crowd, mean and approving.
"Bet sheâs never been this full. Listen to that wet noise."
The one inside you laughs, breathless as he tries to keep himself from coming too soon, hips rolling in a slow grind that drags every ridge over your G-spot. "Gonna breed this pretty cunt full. Fill her up until sheâs leaking me for days."
And your voice gets lost in another orgasm.
"Take it," they growl, claws digging into your hips as they fuck you from one climax to the other. "Take every fucking inch, little human. This cunt belongs to us tonight."
You writhe on the table. Back arching. Tits still full and leaking.
Mouths close around your nipples, wet and hungry from different aliens. They drink you like you are the finest brew in the bar. And they knead you for more until their tongues and chins are drenched with you.
Praises float above your head in guttural tongues, coos that drip with humiliation and amusement.
"Fuck, look at her. Like a fucking feast."
"Bet she could come again just from us milking her dry."
"Pathetic, isnât it? Cunt clenching around anything we give her. Like a bitch in heat."
One orgasm crashes into another. Hot, white sparks burst in front of your glassy eyes. Your veins are licked by pleasure, your pussy by aliens. You shake and moan, raw and ragged.
Someone pushes through the crowd every now and again. A co-worker maybe. They fight past the groping hands and twisting limbs to shove some water to your lips to keep you from passing out. You gulp it down blindly, spilling half over your chin and chest, then they are gone, swallowed back into the mass of bodies.
Someone new fucks you, tentacle or cock, you canât tell anymore, slamming deep and rough until they pull out and cum hot across your belly in thick ropes that mix with the milk and slick already coating you.
They keep going. Keep draining you. Filling you.
Strong hands grab your shoulders. They sit you up slowly and carefully, like you are something fragile. Well, you are. Your head lolls back against a broad chest. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up. Then new hands join, gentler than before, but still greedy. Palms cup your breasts, coaxing more white beads to the surface until they drip in thin streams down your skin. Tongues follow their path. Long, forked ones drag up the wetness on your belly, rougher ones lick over your ribs. Something slimy trails up your thighs, tasting the slick there. Another mouth closes over your nipple, sucking in a soothing motion.
"Cuntâs still twitching. Bet sheâd take another load if we asked nicely."
A low laugh. "Or not so nicely."
"Look at that hole," someone adds, but you can't be sure if he is the one prodding at your pussy. "So puffy."
"Can I get a human for home?"
"We are not pets, you idiot!" It's one of your co-workers, but her voice quickly disappears beneath all the laughter.
"Are you sure? This one looks like one to me."
"I would take care of her so well."
"Fucking her every day is not taking care of someone."
"I disagree."
Youâre half-conscious, floating somewhere between awake and gone. It's overload. Bliss. Satisfaction so deep it borders on pain. Your skin tingles where they lick, where they scrape and curl around like they are afraid you will float away if they let go completely. A thumb rubs over your clit once, twice, making you whimper and jerk. Another hand squeezes your ass. They open your thighs again just enough to let the air kiss the messy heat between them. Fingers trace the drying cum on your belly, smearing it in idle patterns like theyâre marking territory one last time.
Youâre not sure how much time passes.
You think-
one weekend off is not enough
and
every two weeks is too much
too, too much
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