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[transboybreeder-moved]

Can you write something for getting ruined and bred by a monster/creature? It takes you and rapes its heavy seed into you with no mercy

abso-fucking-lutely. i watched shape of water recently (phenomenal fucking movie btw everyone should watch it) so i did something fishy. i like this one a lot more than the other one :3

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i shouldn’t have gone to the beach at night. i knew it was a bad idea. but i’d had a fight with my friends that day, and i just… needed a moment alone. we were all cooped up in a beach house for the summer, i just needed to cool down somewhere with no people around. the chilly sea breeze would help with that.

i brought my keys with me. i have a little knife on the key ring that can be flicked out at a moment’s notice. i thought it would keep me safe. i didn’t count on meeting something inhuman.

i’d walked along the beach, carrying my sandals in one hand and my phone in the other, flashlight pointed downwards at the sand to make sure i don’t step on anything sharp. the cold tide waters lap at my feet as i walk, quickly filling in and smoothing out the footprints i leave. it’s peaceful; the rhythmic back and forth of the water, the steady pace of my trekking. it’s enough to ease my mind from the stresses of the day. i’m just about to head back to the house when, in the corner of my field of vision, i see a light coming from the water, ten or twenty feet out from the shore. it has a bluish hue to it, and it’s far enough under the surface that it ripples with the waves. i squint and shine my phone at it, but i can’t for the life of me make out what it is. my interest is piqued. maybe it’s because it’s late, or maybe because i want to have something to show my friends, but against my better judgment i pull up my shorts and wade into the cold water, as quickly as i can stand. if it’s a cool jellyfish or something i want to get a picture before the tide takes it back into the ocean.

even when i get closer, i can’t make it out any better. the only light is from the moon and distant street lamps, and whatever it is has kicked up a bunch of sand, clouding the water. still; just the light itself is nice-looking. i can take a picture then ask my friends what they think it is later.

i raise my phone up and turn the flashlight off so i don’t wash out the blue glow. i look at the screen, snapping lots of pictures of the light to look through later, when i notice it shifting a little, like it’s getting closer to the surface. i switch to taking a video instead and zoom in. from what i can make out, it’s not just one light, it’s multiple, like a line of little glowing dots.

the water ripples slightly as something surfaces. then keeps surfacing. slightly panicked, i turn my phone around to shine the screen in front of me, and i see a pair of slitted eyes looking back at me as their owner continues to rise from the water, quickly surpassing my height. i follow its face with the light of my phone. it curls its lip back, baring rows of sharp, jagged teeth, and i’m gone.

i shriek and turn to run back to the shore, still without any idea of what the fuck i just saw, but i don’t need to know. pure instincts propel me forward, bringing my knees up as high as i can with each frantic step as the pull of the water tries to slow me down. i hear a loud splash from behind me, and i turn my head over my shoulder to get a glance. i don’t see the creature anymore, not even the light. i feel a moment’s worth of relief before something cold, smooth and strong grips my ankle and yanks backwards.

i fall face first with a scream, and my phone flies out of my grip onto the sand, a safe distance from the tide waters but also out of my reach, and my sandals land in the water with a splash. i make one last desperate attempt to get away, army crawling through the water and frantically kicking my legs, but it’s no use. the creature has a hold on me, and soon it’s looming over my prone form. i dare to turn my head and look, but with the moon at its back i can hardly see a thing. that’s soon rectified by the rows of dots along its forehead, chest, and arms that suddenly light up a fluorescent blue, but i immediately wish it had stayed in the dark. it’s probably over ten feet tall, covered in smooth skin except for countless numbers of fins of all different sizes, and a patch of spiky quills growing from its head like hair. 

i scream again at the sight, and its quills flare up and out where they’d previously been flat against its neck and back. it grabs me by the thighs and lifts me up, holding me spread eagle with my head dangling downwards. i continue to screech and struggle, but it pays me no mind, instead pressing its face to my crotch and making a low chirring noise as it inhales through my shorts, its little slitted nostrils flaring. i have no clue what it’s trying to do, but the image of those huge teeth flashes in my mind, and now they’re so close to the most vulnerable part of my body.

it drops me without taking a bite, though, instead using the claws on its massive webbed fingers to rip my shorts straight in half without so much as a strain. i’m stuck between wanting to cover myself as it goes for my underwear next or push myself up onto my feet, and in my panic i try to do each with one hand, without any luck with either. it tears through my underwear with just as much ease, and with my bare pussy in sight its quills flare up again and its spots grow brighter. i notice movement down below, and look down to see an engorged slit at the creature’s pelvis parting. what look to be little tentacles lined with suckers like an octopus poke out, squirming and writhing around each other, but i can tell those are just accessory to what’s in the center; a much larger and more intimidating tapered tendril unfurls itself, lacking the suckers but instead having ridges spanning the girth of it, a few inches apart. it’s almost mesmerizing, the way it moves like it’s alive, but it’s moving towards my pussy.

i try to push myself away, but it chirrs at me again with a show of its teeth and pushes down on my thighs, pressing the sides of my knees into the sand and keeping me wide open. much to my horror, the creature crouches down lower and lines itself up. the tip of its tendril rubs down the length of my slit before finding my hole and pushing in. the tip is probably about as wide as my finger, barely anything at all, but it keeps pushing, pressing against my inner walls as it goes like it’s feeling me out. after a few inches i begin to feel a stretch, but it’s barely a third of the way in.

the tip soon reaches my cervix, making me cry out at the strange, foreign sensation, and i think i’ll be spared the rest of its length, but no. the tip wiggles at my cervical opening, and after some probing and pushing, begins to slide inside, slowly stretching open the barrier guarding my womb with its tapered girth.

i stop fighting, instead laying limp in the sand except for convulsions and jerks of my body as the creature rapes its way into my womb. it just keeps going and going. i feel it the moment the tendril touches the back wall of my uterus, but that doesn’t stop it. it keeps pressing, curling in on itself inside of me to fit as much of itself inside my womb as it can then uncurling, stretching the organ out. 

i only know i’m cumming from the rhythmic contractions of my pussy. i’d already been so overwhelmed i don’t even register the build up or peak. it’s not like it matters, anyway; the creature doesnt stop until he’s fully inside of me, my entrance stretched to accommodate the massive base, and the little tentacles at his pelvis are latching their suckers onto my hard clit and the outer folds of my pussy.

suddenly, with a throaty, bubbling growl, the creature shifts its grip on me from my thighs to my waist and lifts me up off the ground. i know what’s coming next, but nothing could have prepared for the sensation of it fucking me.

it barely moves in and out at all, just bouncing me on its prehensile cock, because the tendril does all the work for him. it shifts and undulates inside of me like a worm, the ridges rippling and pressing against my walls. my mouth lets out a constant stream of groans and cries as the creature uses me like a toy, the tendril writhing in my womb visible under my skin. 

the creature makes noises as it fucks me, louder the longer it goes, like animalistic growls and grunts made by someone with water in their throat. after an indeterminate amount of time, my mind too broken to keep track, it lets out a long hiss, and the ridges on its cock suddenly puff up, pressing outwards as it begins to pump me full of gallons of watery cum, and all sense of my surroundings is ripped away from me. it’s just me, the tendril inside of me, and the massive amounts of semen its spilling inside my womb. i manage to open my eyes and look down at my swelling stomach, a dull purple glow shining through my skin, before i pass out.

i don’t make it back to my friends. in the morning, they come looking for me, and eventually find my phone, battery drained. after charging it, they find pictures of a strange blue glow in the water, and a video that’s almost 45 minutes long, first of the light in the water, then of my terrified face as i see something rise from the ocean, then the night sky, while in the background are the sounds of me screaming and moaning until the phone’s batter died. little do they know i’m going to spend the rest of my days birthing a sea monster’s spawn.

[condor-bait]

I’m another trans guy who absolutely loves your blog. I especially love when you write about object insertion, even better if they’re weird objects. I’d love for you to stuff me full with a bottle or put me on a bed post or a railing post on your porch and then make me come until I can’t take it anymore (and then some)

I think, were I to put you on a porch post, it would be interesting to see how low your cunt can sink. Every time you cum you'd give out just a little more and get just that much wetter. The best part would be when your feet finally touched the floor, your imitate reaction being relief to finally not be dangling from your cunt. So much that it takes you a second to fully realize just how impaled you must be. Remember how high up you were to start? I'd like to think you'd be sobbing the next time you came, cunt weakly spasming around an entire wooden post. Once you're good and broken in, it's only logical to leave you there for a day or two and just play with your little clitdick any time I'm outside.

[spiceisspicy]

Hey, they are parents now! :P Coloring some more of the leftover bug season sketches. Ps. If you like my ns*w stuff, you can follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/spicyprogress where posts don’t get nuked :D Or if you prefer tumblr, follow my spice headquarters where I reblog everything from the spice blogs; https://ifailedthem.tumblr.com/

[scaryissexy]

[darkcrystaldemon]

Slither

Warning: Non-con

You awake to a darkness untouched by light. You lay motionless, because the ground beneath you is moving. Slithering bodies of various sizes undulating in a tangled mass of scales, caressing the bare skin of your back.

How many creatures are beneath you? You can’t see. There’s a synchronized hiss in the room that could be one creature or twenty. You’re afraid to find out. Afraid to move, but your presence is known.

A warm scaly body rolls over one ankle and then dives into the mass below. Your mouth goes dry as the body keeps moving across your skin above your foot. You wait for the other end to come, but it doesn’t. Instead, the body gets wider, fatter, heavier. Soon your whole foot has sunken under the growing coil and into the warm spiraling bodies below.

By the time it occurs to you to struggle, your other ankle has already been covered along with your wrists. You try to pull your limbs out, but it’s a useless endeavor. You have no leverage. You can’t even see what you’re up against.

When the scaly coil wraps around your waist, you’re sure you’re end is near. If this is a snake, it’s body is the width of your stomach and at a length that’s never ending.

You scream in frustration and fear. The sound of your voice echoes against cavernous walls you cannot see. The monster doesn’t gag you; instead it continues to pull your body inside it’s own until only your head remains above the sinuous mass.

You wait for teeth or claws or something, but nothing happens. Just the continued glide of scales over every part of your skin. It’s almost… soothing? An overstimulating massage.

You can’t hold the tension in your muscles for much longer as you continue to live under it’s ever moving coils. You moan, despite yourself, as it loops from the curve of your ass, between your legs and up along your clit. Straddling it’s width, you feel every scale as it slides beneath your lips and rubs your sensitive bud, swelling with need from all the caresses around you.

You moan louder as it becomes slick with your own wetness that travels up your body with its own.

You gasp at how wide its body is getting, spreading your legs around its sides further and further apart, until it’s body is as thick and wide as a horse’s backside.

It’s only then that it’s body stops beneath you, the rest of its coils still moving - perhaps there is more than one creature?

You can’t ponder for long as you feel scales moving aside beneath the entrance between your legs. Slimy tendrils tentatively explore your inner thighs until they find entry within your folds. You gasp when one thin tip and then another crawl within you. You think the tendrils are getting wider, but realize your mistaken as around tip forces itself inside, stretching you to accommodate it. Then more until you lose count and it feels like a millipede is dancing against your inner wall, trying to get further inside you.

You scream as one thin tendril succeeds in squirming past your cervix and entering your womb. More try, but the creature seems satisfied and starts to pulse within you like a heart beat. Every beat bulges and stretches within you. You feel one tiny invasive tendril the most as it stiffens and begins to bulge as well.

You try to pull yourself out of it, but you’re too entangled. You can’t stop it’s penetration as it slowly pushes further inside you. Every tendril now near to bursting with warm liquid.

You cry out as it cums, most just pooling and dripping out of you except for the one deep inside. It fills you with more than liquid. You feel each tiny bead as it glides inside you, aided by the endless stream of cum.

You wonder as it doesn’t stop. Minutes pass as fills you more and continues to fertilize you. Sometimes it lurches up, pushing itself further as searching for more empty space. It rubs your clit, weakening your resolve and opening your cervix wider as you cum against it and accept more of its seed.

When it finally stops, it’s tendril breaks off inside you as the others slither out one by one, leaving slippery trails across your thighs.

You faint from exhaustion and disbelief. When you awake, you’re back in your bed. You sigh in relief until you feel the tiny tip squirming inside you.

[doggygirljosies-blog]

it's not just about getting knotted. it's about being fucked hard and fast by something that's not concerned about anything but it's own pleasure. it's about being mounted and stuck in place by a knot that keeps you pinned under a panting animal. it's about the helplessness when it gets bored and tries to pull out and you're just being pulled around by your soaked cunt until it finally pops free and leaves you dripping with cum and completely brainless

[rthornewrites]

Hannah doesn't need to give Jasmine an oral fixation. Jasmine already has one, self-proclaimed a couple months ago when they got drunk together on Jasmine's birthday. Anything in my mouth and all I want to do is suck on it, Jasmine admitted, before giving the neck of her mostly-empty beer bottle a sloppy drooling blowjob. Just love having something to suck on. I just wish it didn't usually come with a shitty man attached.

So the oral fixation is already there, and it's not too hard to get the gel when you know the people Hannah knows. Which means that all she needs to do is coat the dildo gag in the gel, say, "Close your eyes and open wide," and slide it into Jasmine's unresisting mouth.

Jasmine clearly expected food, not a silicone dildo, but her mouth closes obligingly around it just like she said, her cheeks moving as she starts to suck. Which gives Hannah enough time to reach around and secure it around the back of her head, locking it with a key that she pockets.

Jasmine makes a confused noise, but there's not much she can do about it now. And the gel starts kicking in immediately, softening her body and leaving her heavy-eyed as she sucks on the dildo in her mouth.

"That's a good girl," Hannah says, and watches as Jasmine shudders. "I want you to just suck on that for a while, okay? You're going to get all wet and turned on, but just ignore that. All that matters is sucking on what's in your mouth."

Jasmine half-nods, her eyes going emptier as the suggestion takes hold. That's what the gel does--it's part aphrodisiac, part drug to soften to brain and leave someone suggestible. It's hard to get long-term suggestions to stick with it, but with the amount in Jasmine's mouth, it should work for a good half-day or so at least.

Hannah guides her down to the couch, leaning her back so she can relax into it. A little bit of drool pools at the corner of Jasmine's lips, but Hannah leaves it.

"While you sit here," Hannah says, "I want you to think about how sucking makes you wet, and being wet makes you want to suck. And think about how I'm the one who has let you do this, okay? I'm the one who is letting you just sit here and suck to your heart's content."

With that, Hannah heads out of the room. It'll take half an hour or so for the gel to fully sink in, and she has other things to get done in the meantime.

And when she gets back, she's going to start training her friend to associate her oral fixation on Hannah.

She knows Jasmine can't suck on the gag forever, of course, but that's why she has a plug to fill Jasmine's cunt with, one smeared with a liberal coating of that same gel.

Hannah doesn't intend to let her fully wake up from it until she's trained exactly how Hannah wants.

[stegosauorus]

cw: forced impreg, knot-play, non-consent fantasy :)

you know I can’t take your cum right now, it’s not a safe time, but it would be so easy to just force your knot in

and I don’t really fight when you tell me how good the knot would feel inside, I just squirm and complain

that shit makes you hard as fuck, so hard it hurts— you think I must want it, I must know that my whining is only gonna get you off faster. like I’m goading you to prove something.

you fuck me like that, knowing you’re gonna shoot your cum deep in me, feeling my cunt clench and swallow around your perfect cock as I realize it too.

I’m strong. I can almost push you out of me just by tightening up and squirming, but you hold me firmly on your cock as soon as you feel me try.

I like your hands on me. I melt a little, I say okay… you’re fucking the breath out of me in pained little huffs.

you push into me, using your weight to keep me still even though I’ve stopped fighting, cursing breathlessly while you use the tight rim of my cunt to tease and massage your swelling knot.

in and out. my pussy’s loosening up for you, the muscles fucked into submission to let you as deep as you want. I’m wet enough that your cock is dripping slick. you make me so wet. you’re so good at fucking me.

you grind your cock deep to the hilt in me and I can feel how your knot settles naturally against the inner side of my entrance like a plug. like a heavy, throbbing lock.

I like it cause it’s you. you forcing your cock into me — head, then shaft, then growing knot— feels good.

I’m limp underneath you while you keep trying to push your knot deeper up my cunt. you squeeze my ass and I whimper and try to raise my hips for you.

I can feel how good I’m making you feel. how you’re soo close. your knot is almost too big to pull out of me now. it would hurt.

I’m telling you I don’t want it, I don’t want it I don’t want it but every time you interrupt to ask how your cock feels inside me, how your knot feels stretching me, I tell you you feel so good, so good, so good.

you tell me that you’re going to cum soon. that you’re going to cum inside.

I tell you you have to pull out, you feel so good, your cock is so fucking deep, fuck, your cock is in my womb, I don’t want your cum in me, you feel so good.

you’re holding my hips up now while you fuck all the fight out of me, grinding deep and mean, and it makes me feel pretty.

you tell me it’s my fault you’re so hard it hurts. my fault you have to fuck me like this. I say, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. and you say it’s okay. you just need to use that cunt a little longer. No, no, no, please pull out soon…

my cunt squeezes you needily. does that feel good for you? I think so. split open deep and unprotected, so ready to make you a baby.

you know you’re filling my womb today. knocking me up.

your knot swells again and finally catches. I feel you pull back a little, experimentally, to watch my cunt refuse to give you up. my cunt tightens and tightens as I squirm harder and I hear you do this breathless little laugh, cause you know I’m as good as filled already.

I’m begging now, please please pull out, I’ll swallow it, I’ll get pregnant if you don’t pull out— and you’re going uh huh, uh huh, yeah I know, it’ll be fine.

It’s not safe, please, please, I’m not on the pill anymore—

mhm. I know. but you’re panting now, so close, still trying to force that knot deeper.

we both know that load’s going in my belly. and you know you’re not gonna let me test to see if it takes.

you want me begging like this next time you cum, just like this, as if it’s not already too late; you want to cup my growing belly with your cock throbbing inside while I beg you not to pup me. you want to hear me begging like this every time you cum.

[fuckingwoman]

stop fighting it sweetheart, you don't even know how good it'll feel. but you'll know it's exactly what you need. you just need to watch a cock get hard over you, and feel how warm and thick it is against your stomach and drag across your thighs and nudge you open. you need to let yourself be pliant and limp so you spread your legs for that throbbing dick and let the precum do the job. yeah, you can take it all, don't cry and just go blank and let your body tell you what it's like to finally be fulfilled. let me hear you as that cock pounding your tight cunt gives you shivers with each thrust and forces out little shocks of pain as it stretches you out more and more. come on, cry harder now, you need that cock to get harder, make it go faster, balls deep, and break you open as it shoots big hot loads of seed inside your pussy, deep in your your womb, cum spurting out your wet fucking leaking hole. yeah, you need to get a nice long dicking to fix all of that. you'll love it.

[cnc-pet]

Getting fucked with a knotted dildo… they keep pulling just the knot out and ramming it back in… each time they do, my mind goes completely blank for increasingly long intervals… leaving me a drooling, mindless mess with a knot stretching my entrance and the rest of the toy making my tummy bulge…

[fuckati]

want you to lay me down on a table, still clothed, and inject me with something. it's experimental, you say. what does it do? that depends on if it works. you'll find out in time, anyway, you tell me, and i trust you -- you're a specialist, after all. you're trained in helping people like me. so when i start to feel a little tingly i'm assured it's all a part of the process. but it's, wow, it's really strong. my clothes start to feel a little tight; is it warm in here, suddenly? you don't look uncomfortable. you've wiped my arm with an alcohol wipe and placed a clean bandage over the site, cool against my skin. i'm sweating a little, and the tingling feeling is getting stronger. it's starting to prickle through my stomach and lower, shit, into my groin which feels just as warm as the rest of me, no, warmer, molten on the inside and i want to ask you why but i know why. this is all part of my treatment. it just keeps getting stronger, the pinpricks of friction every time i shift a little magnifying under the pressure of your gaze as you stand back. how do you feel, you ask me, and i say i feel hot. i'm grateful i can still speak, still think with perfect clarity, but it's odd, too, feeling my brain and body clash like this. i feel hot all over, i say. and i'm very sensitive. i don't tell you that my clit is practically standing up, but you can see by the way i'm grinding my hips that the chemicals are starting to fully kick in. so you direct me to lay back, gently, like a good doctor, your latex gloves gliding easily against my sides and back. you place my arms against the table and click something into place, constricting them, and i'm so, so confused but i want to understand. what's happening, doctor? don't worry, you say, this is a good result. this is what we were looking for. can you tell me more about how it feels? i'm starting to whine a little under my breath, and you casually fix my legs in place too, open. i feel hot, i answer, but i already said that. i feel -- the word takes a minute to reach my lips -- aroused. can you give me any details? you ask. um. my clitoris feels very sensitive. i can feel that i'm wet, and my walls ache with a kind of limited tightness. i'm usually not one to get wet at all. i can barely brush a finger against my opening without pain, and it hurts still, but it's like it's fighting the usual tension of my muscles. good, you say. can you tell me any more? i pause for a moment. it's erect, i confess, my clitoris. saying it aloud makes the muscles in my stomach spasm. and i'm close to orgasm, i say, fighting to remain composed. i'm going to come. you continue to look at me, eyes trained on the juncture of my pelvis as i buck against the restraints. that's alright, you say, and place a hand on my stomach, and it's so light, separated by a clean sheath of latex but it's enough, and i come untouched as you press me into the table.

[rthornewrites]

thinking like

dumbification done at the request of someone- someone who just wants to turn their brain off for a bit, ignore their problems, relax

they don't really know what they're asking for, but they're lucky to have a friend who knows just how to take care of them

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Look," Brooke says, "I just need like an hour or two of not thinking about work or everyone in my family losing their fucking mind over my sister's new fiance or any of that. Like a reset." She knows she sounds a little defensive, but it was already embarrassing enough to ask the first time. "You said you can do that, right?"

Grace smiles at her, touching two fingers to Brooke's wrist like she's trying to comfort her. "I can." Her smile widens, and she says, "Just try to relax."

Brooke nods. "I--"

"No talking," her friend interrupts. Her fingers slide up Brooke's wrist just a little. "Just relax."

Brooke can do that. She can relax. She can relax and not think about how much stuff she has due for work or how much her boss sucks or ho--

"Relax." Grace's fingers inch a little higher on Brooke's arm. Brooke's fingers feel limp.

Brooke takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying not to think about how her sister keeps bringing back the worst men, and her entire family falls all over themselves to--

"Relax." Grace's fingers move over Brooke's shoulder, to her collarbone, then down between Brooke's breasts.

Her breasts, which aren't big enough, unlike her hips, which--

"Relax." Grace's fingers trail back up, up Brooke's neck to her face, pressing closed one eye and then the other.

They are too heavy to open again.

"As you relax," Grace says, dragging her fingers into Brooke's limp mouth to press down on her heavy tongue, "your mind relaxes too, and you can feel your thoughts starting to trickle out of your brain and down your body until they start leaking out of your cunt. Can you feel your thoughts leaking out of your cunt?"

"Uh huh," Brooke says thickly around Grace's fingers. She can feel thoughts dripping out of her cunt and soaking into her panties.

"Good," Grace says. "I want you to remember that, whenever your cunt starts leaking, it's all of your thoughts leaking out, your worries and your fears and all of those big thoughts of yours, until all you're left with is how hot and needy your body is. Can you feel how hot and needy it is now?"

It's hard to think now, her mind slow and hazy without many words left, but she manages to mumble again, "Uh huh."

A hand takes hold of one of Brooke's and guides it under her pants and her panties to where she's all wet with all of her leaking thoughts. And then the hand moves her to start rubbing against Brooke's clit.

"Keep rubbing," Grace says, "until all of your thoughts are have leaked out, and then you can cum. And cumming will feel so good with no more thoughts in your head that you'll never be able to cum again except when all of your thoughts have leaked out of you."

And Brooke rubs.

[milkyhoneybee]

I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over

[puppygirllaika]

some of y'all would look soooooooo cute with your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolling out, and a roughly 3/4 inch hole in between your eyebrows that's sending a trail of grey-stained blood down the side of your nose and between your lips.

[prettyxxbunnyxx]

if someone could just put some aphrodisiac powder in my food without me knowing and then when I’m super fucking horny just edge me until im mindless and drooling and my brain is broken that would be great thanks 🥺

[sleepyhney-bee]

thinking about a dildo that’s slightly too big being fucked into my cunt over and over again until I’m crying and squirting while you rub little circles over my clit, telling me to be quiet