(longtime listener first time caller) not usually big on size difference/cumflation but lately I've been thinking:
You're an explorer mapping uncharted territory. Ambitious, a little arrogant, and very, very alone - no one else would touch your mission with a ten foot pole. Maybe they can't get the legends out of their heads: stories of giants disguised as mountains or trees that poison trespassers and mutilate them beyond all recognition. But those are old wives' tales. The real danger, experts say, is water. There are no water sources within a hundred miles of the starting point; anyone who's pressed further disappeared thereafter. If only that were enough to deter you. But here you are, hopelessly lost, sticky with sweat, and freshly out of provisions. It's a lush area; there has to be water somewhere, perhaps inside the plants themselves, but they prove impervious to your knife: flexible, but stronger and thicker than rubber. You'd record your observations, but you're too weary to write.
Just when you think you're about to collapse, you spot a pool. It's the clearest water you've ever seen, clear enough to dunk your head in and drink without a second thought. It's sweet and cool; you tear off your clothes and bathe, basking in your success. You're perhaps the first human to make it this far.
Before you can refill your water bottles, however, you feel a burning in your abdomen. At first you think you just drank too quickly - rookie mistake - but it spreads and intensifies. There's a fire consuming your guts, your ribs. Breathless, you pull yourself to the grassy edge and lie spread out on the ground. You feel like you're being dissolved from the inside, bones and organs turned to mush. You black out from the pain.
When you awake, you're swinging, head down and naked and twenty feet in the air, staring into two greedy eyes each the size of dinner plates. The giant dangles you in the air by your feet and opens his mouth. This is it, you think, but he only laughs, catching you by the waist. He pulls you right side up and turns you around to face the forest; he lowers you down onto something blunt and hot. You strain to see over the thick fingers around your middle and make out his legs on either side of you, the slope of his balls directly below. You shake your head frantically.
"I can't take that. I can't. I can't do that. Please--" You doubt he speaks English and even if he did, you quickly dissolve into panicked babble. By the feel of his head poking between your legs, his cock must be at least half your height and wider than your ribcage. It'll kill you, no question. Even if one bead of his precum is more than a bottle's worth of lube. You squeeze your legs together, trying to delay the inevitable, but it only seems to pleasure him. His cock throbs against your clit and heat waves through you. Your cheeks burn in shame - you're seconds away from being ripped apart, and wet. But you don't have time to recover your dignity. The giant lifts your left leg up to your shoulder and presses you down by your waist, stretching you for the first time around his cock.
You scream, preparing for darkness that doesn't come. It hurts - worse than anything you've ever felt in your life - but it doesn't break you. Dimly you're aware of your pelvis, the hips his cock ought to have shattered but didn't. You've only taken a third of the head when it meets resistance in your cervix. You thank the universe that you won't have to take any more - until he grabs both of your legs like handles and starts yanking you down his length. You feel a sharp pain in your core, radiating through your hips, and know, somehow, it's your cervix giving way. The knowledge has you throwing your head back as the giant stretches you over his cock like a condom.
He pushes into your womb. The top of your womb. Your diaphragm. Your legs rest a good foot further apart than they used to be. But the giant keeps pushing. Now, you think, now has to be the end as your ribs crumble around him. But they don't. The outline of his cock moves slowly up your torso and into your chest. By the time you feel the patch of hair at his base against your thighs, you can't even see where it ends: the tip protrudes at least eight inches out right where your collarbone should be. You can't help but run your hands over your naked body, feeling his cock throb just beneath your skin, feeling the stretch, jerking him off from the outside. The giant roars, tightens his grip on your legs, and lifts you off his cock just to slam you back down.
Again. Again. Again. You struggle to breathe in time with his thrusts as his cock literally squeezes the air from your lungs; your arms shudder violently as the tip nudges against your heart. And still you jerk him off with trembling hands. Like you're trying to pleasure him. Like each pulse through your skin doesn't make you moan and your poor, ruined cunt clamp helplessly around him. By the time you feel your orgasm building, you're too far gone to think of anything that's not your own hands mapping out your grotesquely distended middle. You can't even scream when you finally cum around a thrust that squeezes your lungs paper-thin. Only gasp and sigh through an orgasm that darkens your vision and has your whole body convulsing around his monstrous length.
The giant uses you like a fleshlight for hours; after some fifteen orgasms you start to lose track. Finally he pushes in as far as he can go, bulging out the bottom of your throat, and cums. You feel the heat welling in your chest as you swell like a water balloon, cumming one last time when you feel the jet current of seed flowing against your heart. Five minutes later you look overdue with octuplets - that is, if you still look like a human at all. The giant lets go of your legs and leans back against the mountainside, leaving you upright and still stretched over his cock; you suddenly hear snoring behind you. Who knows when he'll wake up, or if he'd even let you go? Deep down, though, you know it doesn't matter. As if you'd ever make it out. As if you'd ever leave. You run your hands over your belly and cum again, without shame. He's almost certainly knocked you up with octuplets for real.
(sorry this got so long i am going THRU it rn. feel free not to publish if it's too long <3)
i Will publish this because it Is very good. i just don't think i have anything to add that will make this better
for when you take requests, i wanna write it before i forget.
i've been thinking abt a prince, who's father is making him marry a centaur to stop the war between their kingdoms. the people living in his kingdom are mostly human, all the monsters were given jobs in the castle so that they're not attacked by the villagers. the day of the marriage everyones gathered in front of the castle and in the courtyard, both humans and centaurs, to start a new age together.
the prince is extremely nervous and pacing around his room, he never agreed to the marriage, he didn't want to be stuck with a monster all his life... he did fuck some of the monster staff occasionally, especially the werewolves to keep them busy and stop them from attacking the villagers, but he never thought of it more than an occasional fuck.
he was given access to one of the biggest rooms, where the window was over the courtyard, so that he could greet the incoming guests. there still was some time left for him to get fully ready for the wedding when the door opened and the centaur prince came in, and he was so much bigger than the price couldve imagined. the centaur joked around a bit, ignoring how uncomfortable the prince was, and poured them both a drink. when the glasses were empty he got serious . he talked about how he cant have his husband not want him, and how for the wellness of the kingdom they have to get to know each other, and because the prince was unsure, he was sent to his room to make sure he doesnt back out or run away. im not good at sex scenes, but basically im thinking abt the centaur forcing himself onto the prince to break him, pushing him in front of the window so that everyone can see what a monster slut he is and how he becomes completely cock drunk, and how the drink he gave the prince made it so that he can break his insides however he wants and theyll still repair themselves, so new guests on the courtyard could see him being all the way through impaled on a centaurs cock
sorry for making this so long, ive had this idea for a while but id love to see what you can do with it if you feel like it!!<3
Hey, if it's for the good of their two kingdoms, it's kind of his duty as prince to take that centaur cock, right? :3c
Of course he'd be nervous. The poor little thing barely has any princely experience, much less any idea what to do in an arranged marriage, but he knows backing out of it would be suicide for him and spell doom for his people. If the monster folk knew a human reneged on a set deal with a monster, they'd probably end up with an even lower opinion of humans from then on, right? The prince can't be a coward, and especially not so publicly.
But that doesn't mean he wanted to be a cocksleeve so publicly instead. That doesn't matter, when the centaur prince is so oversized and powerful - that cock, laying atop his back, is so impossibly huge that it's the back of his head as he looks out of the window, terrified. More and more people are noticing, pointing up, watching the consummation of a union between kingdoms.
The centaur prince takes the human prince's cunt first. The head alone is a problem, with his sheer girth, but the centaur prince's strength combined with that special brew makes it a simple challenge for him to best. The head pops in, and the human prince moans. He's glad there's a window between him and the people outside - he doesn't want them all to hear him make such undignified noises. It would be embarrassing for his people to see him like that, and the monster folk would be all too glad to take that as a sign of human weakness. Still, though, at least the crowd seems to be united by their interest in watching the centaur prince fuck the human prince deeper, deeper, pressing up against his cervix within moments.
His cervix doesn't stand a chance, either, popping open to hug the centaur prince with only a little encouragement. The human prince moans again, closing his eyes, then gasps when the centaur prince starts thrusting, fucking his womb directly, pounding the top of his uterus. It presses up against his diaphragm from below, literally fucking the breath out of him, but that doesn't stop him from moaning, unable to hold his voice back at the sheer stimulation something so big is bringing his body. Maybe it won't be so bad to be married to the centaur prince, after all. Maybe.
The centaur prince presses his prize closer to the window. The bulge in his belly is more visible to the people below now. The prince squints outside, trying to assess the crowd despite the distraction of horse cock in his womb. Many of the monster folk are openly jerking off, and visibly encouraging the humans to do the same. That's good, they're sharing values and hobbies without being aggressive about it. A thread of pride worms its way into the pleasure that the centaur prince is pummeling into the human prince. Maybe this can serve as a point of unity for them, as shameful as it is for him to be seen like this. He's not supposed to be so subservient, he's supposed to serve as a strong leader for those under his rule - and it's a little difficult to be strong when his womb is practically between his lungs. He doesn't think his ribcage is supposed to flex like that.
The centaur prince gets bored of his womb, and pulls out. The human prince yelps, then groans, starting to stand up. He's glad they found a way to bring their people together, but it's definitely undignified, so he's also glad that it's over - but his husband sets him straight by jamming that fat horsecock right into his tight asshole, ignoring his cry of pain. He thrusts hard, impaling the poor human, deeper and deeper, twisting his insides in ways that shouldn't be possible. The human prince's eyes roll back in his head. His mouth falls open. Why does it feel good? Why does it feel good to have centaur cock as deep in his guts as possible?
He moans, reaching down to stuff his cunt with his fingers, seeking out more of that pleasure, dignity forgotten. His husband laughs, remarking that it's good that the humans will know who the real ruler of this kingdom is. If a prince can get so cockdrunk that he doesn't care who sees him getting fucked, then what kind of leader would he be? The centaur prince doesn't wait for the human prince to come up with an answer. Instead, he just pumps his hips, hard and fast, stuffing more and more and more of himself inside until he hilts himself and the flat head of his cock emerges from the human's mouth, stretching his jaw wide. His heavy, swollen balls slap against the human's cunt as he pistons himself through the human prince's body, shaping his very insides to better serve his husband.
The human prince can't help it. He cums violently, moaning around the cock in his throat. His back tenses in an attempt to arch, but he can barely squirm, impaled so thoroughly that his torso consists more of horsecock than it does human anything. The human prince's clenching and squeezing makes the centaur prince lose control, too, and his cock flares in front of the human prince's face, painting the window with thick centaur seed that obscures the prince's vision.
The centaur prince moves to the side, and rears up on his hind legs to let every visitor see what's become of the human prince. The window muffles the crowd's cheering, but he can still hear it. He doesn't know if it's a good or a bad thing that the audience makes him more wet, but he's at least pleased that there are so many witnesses to the successful union between two kingdoms.
Anonymous: hi, could you maybe write a bit about being a vampire and getting fucked by a werewolf (possibly with a huge size difference and breeding)? gsjdhdkd i know it's a pretty generic ask but it's all i can think about lately and your writing is just *so amazing*
Easy peasy~ sometimes it’s good to return to form every once in a while!
It’s a lovely, clear night in the forest, and I’m just out and about - I am a vampire, after all, so I’m in my element here. It’s a little too bright in the clearings for my tastes, thanks to the full moon, but at least the moon’s surface refracts the sunlight enough that it doesn’t burn me anymore. Tolerable, but not my favorite weather to be out in.
Especially not when I’m forcefully reminded of the fact that werewolves love this kind of night, too.
Even though I’m cold, therefore no longer producing as many smells, as well as moving more quietly as a general rule, this werewolf - easily twice my height, probably taller, with a broad chest and shoulders to match - still seems to have taken enough of a liking to me to find me worth tracking down and pinning to the ground, face-up. He has strong hands, strong enough to make my struggle entirely futile as he lays his dripping hard-on against my body, like he’s seeing how deep he’ll go. I’m certain that there’s no way he’ll fit, not something that big - and his enormous size also means that trying to use my fangs would be useless. A bite from me would probably mean about the same to him as a mosquito bite.
He lifts my hips and resolutely starts sliding himself in anyway. I gasp and shudder when the tip pops in, stretching me so far that it hurts, and I’m left squirming and twitching as he slowly, slowly pushes forward, spreading me wide, deep. When he reaches about 2/3rds of the way down, he stops, huffing through his nose like he’s getting used to it - then just starts pounding me into the dirt, his entire body blotting out the moon overhead as he really goes in on my body.
Though at first I was more irritated, and slightly agitated about the pain…I can’t deny that this is starting to feel good. Really good. The feeling of him taking my body so forcefully, the ache of him hitting my cervix, his hands still pinning me in place - all of it is enough to make me cum, and more than once. The werewolf seems to be the strong, silent type, because I’m the only one out of us two doing any howling.
He takes a little while longer at his current pace before he suddenly ups the power he’s putting into his movements, abruptly barging through my cervix and directly into my womb, finally hilting himself. Almost the length of my torso, and this thing is buried deep inside of me - I wonder if I would be in more pain at this point if I were a human instead of a vampire, but I’m too woozy with pleasure to really do any thinking about it. The werewolf really seems to like the new tightness my cervix offers him, if his increase in speed is anything to go by, and the distention of his cock in my midsection is kind of ridiculous - but, holy fuck, it’s also one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen or experienced.
When he cums, he pushes himself all the way into me, and his knot is easily twice the girth of his already-enormous cock, so he’s stretching me out beyond what I’ve ever taken before, beyond what I thought I would ever be able to take, and ensuring beyond all doubt that every single drop of his seed remains inside of me. I don’t even know if werewolves can get vampires pregnant, but I could swear that I can practically feel it taking the instant it hits my walls, which just makes me cum around him even harder. The massive swell of his load rounds out my belly enough that it even disguises the bulge of his cock.
When his orgasm finally dies down, he heaves a satisfied sign and draws back slightly - or, he tries to, but he’s got me so thoroughly tied to him that my body just dangles pathetically from his cock, my abdomen swaying. He jerks his hips slightly, as if enjoying the sensation of having a breeding bitch under his control like that, then stands and starts walking, keeping me off the ground with one hand.
Where he’s going, I don’t know, and I absolutely do not care.
Here are some anons that all went for the same brain cells!
So let me just write, uh…several thousand words about it.
(A refresher course: the story up to this point has involved a wealthy, capricious, and powerful prince using me as a purse, stuffing my guts with coins and many other treasures. It started out as solely my following him around for this purpose, but he eventually realized that I was enjoying the entire process, and started fucking me personally to help relieve me of some…frustration.)
At this point, the prince has taken me to more than one political meeting, so the precedent has already been set that I’m in on some of the kingdom’s secrets. What there isn’t a precedent for, however, is the prince actively letting me in on the castle’s business, so I have no clue what he has planned for me when he hints at a…”proposition” one day. I know I can’t refuse, and I’m apprehensive - but I’m also turned on already.
“There’s a clutch of dragon eggs in a kingdom on the opposite side of the continent,” he says, his eyes glinting as he stares me down from across the table in his private chambers. “Because we have access to inside information, we know they’re being kept in the treasure rooms.” I have a sudden suspicion as to the prince’s motives - one that’s confirmed when he reaches beneath his chair and pulls out a large replica eggs to set down on the table. “And, as someone greatly familiar with carrying treasure of all kinds, I feel as though you may be an asset in this particular situation.”
He stands, and pulls me over to the bed. “I know you’re already almost at full capacity, but I don’t want you to be any less full right now. We’re just going to have to make sure you have room for these eggs.” He smirks as he pushes me onto the covers. “That, and I want to fuck you while I stuff you again. You wouldn’t say no to me about that, would you?”
I don’t answer, but we both know the answer to that question is a resounding “no” - not only because disobeying an order from the prince could get me put to death, but also because I like the way the prince treats me.
He gets up on the bed, bringing the set of replica eggs with him, and positions me facedown, pulling on my hips to bring them up. “Don’t go stuffing your face in the pillows this time,” he instructs. “I want to actually hear the sounds you make.”
I adjust my position slightly, already wet, eager and apprehensive both. The prince doesn’t start right away, though - he takes his time, running his hands over my already-distended midsection, massaging it, pressing it back and forth to make every single piece of treasure scrape against my insides. I gasp and moan quietly.
“All of this is mine,” the prince says in a low voice. “You do a good job of keeping it safe, but we’re going to have to test your capabilities.” Without warning, he slides his cock into my dripping pussy, and I gasp again, breathing quickly and shallowly as the prince sinks into me. He grabs a handful of my hair to tilt my head back. “I want to hear you, but try not to be too noisy. We need to go over the plan.”
I whine and arch my back, my treasure-filled belly pressing against the bed. The prince adds to my current condition by sliding two fingers, then three, then four into my ass to pry me open for what’s coming, eventually just using both hands to spread my hole. It’s not something he’s taken the time to do before, but I appreciate it, despite my impatience.
“So, like I said, there’s an upcoming trip to a kingdom fairly far away from here,” he says, starting to thrust slowly, pumping in and out. “We know they have dragon eggs, but we don’t know exactly how many, so I had a sizable clutch made.” On cue, I feel the cold metal of the first replica press at my ass, and I try to relax as much as possible, unused to an object of this size. “Of course, dragons are a marvelous thing for any kingdom to have, but this particular party has a track record of severely mistreating any dragons they get their hands on, say nothing of how they treat the general population.” He shoves the egg forward with a surge of force, and it slides in easily, his hand following to push it deeper into my guts. I feel it crowding in with the treasure that’s already there. “My point is that the general opinion leans towards the kingdom we’re visiting not deserving dragons at all. We have a skilled dragon-tamer in our court, so we have the expertise and ability to treat dragons the way they deserve to be treated - respectfully.”
The prince slides his hand out of me with a wet noise, and I feel the press of the next egg. The entire time, he’s still slowly fucking me. “My plan is to bring you along not only as a show of wealth and loyalty, but also because you would make for a marvelous egg vessel. Soft, warm, treasure-filled - all things that dragons love.” The next egg slips in, again with his hand behind it, and I whine, tightening around his wrist and his cock. He interrupts his explanation with a wordless growl.
“Fuck, this is exactly what I wanted from you. Whore. You’ll like carrying the dragon eggs for me, won’t you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, already pushing the third egg against me. He speeds up his thrusts. “We don’t know how many there will be, so I guess we’re just going to have to stuff you with as many as we can fit.” I can’t help but moan at that, my voice cracking when I yelp at the sensation of the third egg joining the others. “And you’ll keep it all in for me, won’t you? Even while we’re making the long journey to the next kingdom? Even when it hurts?” He doesn’t hesitate and roughly shoves the fourth egg in, abandoning the slow approach he previously took. “I say ‘when’ and not ‘if’ because I’m not stopping until I know you’re at your absolute limit.”
I can do nothing but agree, my words barely strung together by whines and whimpers, begging, pleading. The prince is breathing heavily at this point. “I knew it. Good toy.” He goes for the next egg, and swears under his breath when it pops into me with little resistance. “Mmm…you make a good purse, you know. The other kingdom’s court is going to be jealous. You do have to tell me when it hurts, though,” he adds in a slightly more grounded voice. “I don’t want my purse getting injured. It would be no fun if I couldn’t use you while you were recovering.”
He keeps going like this, from six eggs to seven, eight, nine, my belly bulging just a little bit more with each addition, pressing against the bed beneath me while he fucks me roughly. He tugs on my hair intermittently to make sure I’m keeping my face out of the pillows, eager to hear what kinds of noises he can get me to make, and I can do nothing but obey him. After the tenth egg settles in my guts, I gasp and tell the prince that it hurts, a deep, satisfying ache stretching me out.
“Good toy, doing what I told you to,” he praises me. “How much does it hurt?”
I pause. Then, I tell him the truth: not enough.
“You filthy creature. I should have known you’d like being hurt.” He shoves another egg into me without warning, and I cry out. “Tell me when it’s almost too much, and we’ll stop.” Another egg. He’s abandoned being slow now. “I can see the appeal of filling you until you pop, but you’re more useful to me alive than dead.”
Another stretch of fucking and egg-stuffing, rougher than the last, goes by. The prince adds nothing more to his plans, letting my cries of pleasure and pain fill the room as he pushes my limits. He seems to have more and more trouble holding himself back as he keeps going until finally I gasp that it hurts, it hurts too much to keep going.
“Mm, good toy. One more.” The prince fucks me hard and fast as he slips one last egg into me. The combined tightness of my treasure-filled body and the clench of me cumming around him is too much, and he finally reaches the end of his own rope, painting my cunt with a load of thick, hot seed that settles into me just like his hoard.
After catching his breath, the prince caresses my impossible abdomen. “Dragon eggs are heavy,” he says thoughtfully. “Do you think you’ll even be able to walk?” I can’t answer, still recovering from the whole experience, but the prince didn’t seem to be expecting anything from me. “Oh, well. We can find out in the morning. For now, let’s just keep you like this so that you can practice at your maximum.”
The prince pulls out and tips me over onto my side, immediately putting his arms around me to massage my belly. I gasp and groan as the pain of the shifting treasure and eggs makes itself known. “Aren’t you a good and loyal toy,” the prince says into my ear. “You really do enjoy carrying this all for me. You even like the pain…all for me. This is one of the good parts of being a prince.”
The next morning, I wake up on my back, pulled from sleep by the sensation of the prince roughly shoving his cock into me. “You’re just too good a toy to leave alone for too long. So full for me,” the prince murmurs darkly into my ear. “It still hurts, right?” My brain is clouded with sleep, so I have trouble forming the thoughts that lead to words, but I still manage to moan that yes, it hurts, it hurts but it feels good. “Good. That means we know you’re at your limit, and that’s what we need.”
He kisses my neck, something he’s never done before - but it doesn’t feel gentle or romantic in any sense of the word. Instead, I get the sense that he’s “marking his territory” without actually marking me, probably because he wants me to be in good condition for showing off. When the thought occurs to me, I get the sudden urge to beg him to sink his teeth into my skin, but I don’t say anything; I just moan and whine, letting the prince have his way with me, relishing the feeling of his cock spreading me out, shuddering as he exacerbates the ache in my belly.
He finally cums in me, again flooding my wet pussy with his seed while he massages my distended middle. “You feel so good when your guts are tight like this,” he says, giving me a compliment that I don’t think anyone else could ever give me. Then, he gets out of bed and stretches, the muscles in his back working. “Regardless, let’s get you cleaned up and start preparing for the trip. It doesn’t matter if you can’t walk very well - we won’t be doing much walking on our way there.”
Within a month, the day arrives when we start our trip, and I’m following the prince into a lavish private coach surrounded by guards and other servants who will accompany us. We start moving, and the jolting of the carriage is surprisingly easy to ignore, considering my current state, so at first, I spend much of my time watching the scenery pass outside. The prince, sitting across from me, has brought a selection of several books with him to occupy his own time, so he’s immersed in reading and pays no mind to me - or so I think.
Suddenly, though, the prince puts down the book he’s reading, lunges at me to catch me by the shoulders, and pulls me into his lap, yanking up my shirt to expose my belly with a surprising amount of urgency. “I cannot stand having such a good toy just across from me and not having my hands on it,” he growls, pressing on my abdomen. I gasp and squirm, bringing a hand up to cover my mouth - but I don’t need to, because the prince returns to normal, picking up his book again. Now, he just has me in his lap while he reads, one hand on my midsection, rubbing the taut skin every once in a while.
It’s harder to stay composed when the prince is actively messing with my body, but I still do my best to keep quiet. I’ve followed the prince around enough that I know how occupied he is with royal business so often, so I want to make sure I’m not interrupting this rare opportunity for him to just relax for a while. Still, though, I’m breathing heavily, chewing on my tongue and lips every time the prince shifts the treasure inside me.
I end up dozing a little, leaning against the prince’s chest. I’m abruptly pulled back into the real world when he presses down, hard, on my midsection, and I unwillingly let out a loud moan. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet if I did that. Slut,” the prince says directly into my ear. “Anyway, I’m turned on, so I’m going to need to use you for a little bit.” I’m violently reminded that the prince is known for his physical strength when he bounces me on his lap, treasure and all, and I can do nothing but cover my mouth, making sure the rest of the convoy doesn’t hear me.
The journey to the other kingdom takes a while, but it’s uneventful, continuing like the first leg did, with the prince usually reading in between his stints of fucking me repeatedly. Whenever we set up camp for the night, it ends up being similar to sleeping back at home, with the prince’s hands on my belly the entire night. We have no encounters with bandits - likely due to the number of guards we have with us - and meet no other travelers along the way. We spend a little bit of time going over the current plan - even without a map of the castle, I know what to look for well enough that I’m confident in my ability to find the treasure rooms. Sometimes, during quiet moments in the coach, I see something interesting out of one of the windows and move to try and get a closer look; the prince usually notices and asks what I’m seeing. I end up pointing out songbirds, deer, wolves, flowers blooming in carpets around the roots of old trees, a lone fox carrying a fish in its mouth. The prince is uncharacteristically receptive, considering that these aren’t castle matters or anything to do with ruining me.
Finally, we get to the kingdom we’re visiting. We’re approaching the castle from a direction that doesn’t have many settlements or towns between it and us, so we don’t get the chance to observe much, but what we see is bleak, rife with terrible infrastructure and obvious poverty. Having spent most of my life on the castle grounds, working there since I was young, I haven’t seen much of my home kingdom outside of the castle walls - but I definitely know it’s better than this.
We get to the castle and see none of the problems plaguing the surrounding land. Opulent, in pristine condition, the castle obviously wants for nothing, and it darkens my heart to see the higher classes in such decadence while the citizens languish. The king of this place greets my prince with a courteous bow. “Welcome to the grounds. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay here,” he says, and his voice just drips arrogance in the way that makes me immediately want to punch him. When he turns his eye towards me, however, I simply take a bow as much as I can in my current state. Walking’s gotten easier with practice, but anything more complex still gives me trouble.
The prince returns the king’s bow, but there’s no hint of stiffness or hesitation, all contempt disguised masterfully. “Thank you for your welcome. I’m sure our stay will be excellent.” The prince sees the king giving me a curious stare. “Oh, you’ve noticed my purse!” He pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist and resting his hand on my belly. “Well, one of my loyal subjects has agreed to assist in transporting wealth with me where I travel. It makes offering payment and giving gifts that much easier, even if the gifts are entirely unnecessary.”
He’s obviously referring to the lavish decor of the surrounding architecture, cleverly buttering up the king with hints of more treasure to make sure he gets on his good side. It’s also a good bragging point - if he can afford to stuff a random subject with parts of his hoard like this, then he must have much more at home. Not only am I integral in smuggling dragon eggs, I’m also a good political power play.
After we’re given the most basic of tours and the prince and king are engaged in deep conversation about royal matters, I’m encouraged to wander the halls. “Don’t take anything,” the prince warns me with a knowing smile, and the king waves me off as well, assured of my loyalty to the prince’s orders.
He’s right about one thing - I’ll do what the prince tells me to do. What he’s wrong about is the precise directions I’m following.
I spend the first few days of our visit familiarizing myself with the grounds. Most people avoid me when they recognize the prince’s garb, but when I make it clear to the other servants that I’m on their level despite my ornate clothing, they’re more willing to talk. One of them outright shows me where the treasure rooms are - a long hallway lined with doors, lit by torches.
“Please, steal as much as you want,” she whispers to me when we’re out of the guard’s earshot. “This man isn’t using any of it for good things, and if you get caught, your prince is the one who’s going to get in trouble. He probably deserves it, based on how much treasure he stuffs you with instead of using it for the people.” It occurs to me that I might want to question my own prince’s morality more often, but I tuck the thought away for now.
I make a habit of wandering the quiet, dark parts of the castle, turning myself into a familiar presence so that it’s not suspicious to see me in the areas where the treasure rooms are. Even so, there aren’t many people to see me in the first place - the hallway that houses the treasure rooms only has one or two guards at any given time, and I always see them giving me hungry looks.
One evening, I update the prince on the scenario. “It might be worth showing off a little for them,” he suggests with a gleam in his eye. “Even better, I could show you off a little.”
The next day, he takes the time to do some wandering of his own, and I quietly direct him down to the treasure room hallway. The guards give him suspicious glares, but he doesn’t seem to give even a thought to what they’re guarding, doing a magnificent job of pretending he’s disinterested. When the guards turn their eyes on me, however, he “suddenly notices” their gaze.
“Oh? You like the look of this one?” he asks, smiling. The guards shift uncomfortably and avert their stares, unsure if the prince - and one of their own king’s guests, no less - will berate them for eyeing something of his, but all the prince does is manhandle me to the floor so that he can pull my pants down. “Let me show you a fun trick.” He sticks a hand into my guts to pull out some coins, and I choke back the noises I want to make. “Isn’t that nice? I just have a walking treasure chest with me everywhere I go.”
When we’re back in the guest chambers later that evening, the prince and I speak further about the plans for smuggling out the dragon eggs. “If you need to bribe the guards with your body to get into the treasure rooms, then do it, but tell me later,” he instructs. “I want to make sure they don’t harm you. This is my purse we’re talking about, after all. I won’t have them hurting you.” Something in my chest flutters.
It takes me a couple more days to find an opportunity, but I finally work up the courage when there’s only one guard on duty. I approach, and ask him what kinds of things are in the treasure rooms. He grins. “Someone with your job would obviously be interested, but it’s nothing worth stealing.” Obviously a lie, considering that dragon eggs are so sought-after, but that’s neither here nor there - I have to get into these rooms. I think quickly and reassure him that it’s nothing like that, but I just want to see what I might be…missing out on, if I stay with the prince.
I only hope that the look I’m giving him communicates my implications. To my relief, he gives me a sly grin and steps to the side without another word. I return his grin with as good a wink as I can manage (not very) and thank him for letting me…assess my options, so to speak. Then, I start exploring the treasure rooms with purpose, taking my time in each one to make sure that the dragon eggs aren’t there and that I’m not rousing suspicions by spending hardly any time in any of the chambers but one.
In one of the deepest rooms, far away from the entrance to the hallway, I finally open the door to see a beautiful sight: a clutch of five dragon eggs, their shells shimmering magnificently in the light of the torches that line the hallway. The room itself is dark, which I count as lucky - if anyone walks in, it will give me slightly longer to pretend that I wasn’t doing anything suspicious.
I close the door behind me, and carefully reposition the eggs someplace where I can get them into me without risking immediate discovery if someone comes looking. I count the eggs, just to double-check that I got the number right. Then, I get on my hands and knees, and start pushing.
I hold my hand beneath myself to make sure that the shallowest coins don’t clatter onto the floor when I get them out of the way. My breath speeds up when I feel the first of the replica eggs pressing at my hole, stretching me open - it’s been inside of me for so long that the feeling of it spreading me wide is unfamiliar. I try my best to suppress the whines that want to spill from my mouth, squeezing my eyes tightly shut when the egg slips from my body into my hand.
There may only be five real dragon eggs in total, but I get caught up in the euphoria of laying the false ones and end up pushing until there are eight of them set to the side on the stone floor. I just lay there for a second, trembling slightly, letting myself gape open before I remember that I need to get to work with the real ones. Panting, I reach for the first and press it at my own hole, wishing the prince were here to help me - heavy, larger and warmer than the replicas, the real dragon egg slips inside with the help of its own weight. Chewing on my bottom lip so that I don’t cry out, I keep going, forcing them in, feeling the weight slide deeper and deeper into my guts.
One…two…three…four…five…slow, careful, I’m trying not to damage them, unsure how hardy dragon eggs are. My assumption is that they’re very sturdy, but I don’t want to get careless - not with something this important. When the last real egg is settled inside me, I take the three extra replica eggs and slip them in, adding back the handful of coins that disguises the fact that the eggs are there in the first place. Finally finished with the difficult part of the mission, sweaty, shivering because of fatigue and the chilly air, I settle the five replica eggs in place of the real eggs and hurry out of the treasure rooms, shooting the guard another wink on my way out to dispel any suspicion.
That night in the guest quarters, I tell the prince the news just as we’re both about to go to bed for the night. He pauses for a moment, digesting my success - and then lunges for me, pulling me in to press his lips to mine in a territorial way. “I knew you’d be able to do it.” His hands roam all over my body, paying special attention to my bulging belly. “Good toy. Mine, these are all mine…”
He fucks me long and rough that night, constantly massaging and caressing my distended, aching gut. I have to be quiet, considering that we’re guests in this castle, but I have no doubts that the prince will want to hear me moan for him when we get the chance to be alone again.
We spend a couple more days in the castle to be courteous guests, but waste no time in packing up and making ourselves scarce as soon as the prince deems it safe to do so. On the journey back, the prince spends more of his time railing me in the private coach now that we don’t have to go over any plans, and I welcome it, taking it as good stress relief after getting anxious over executing the smuggling mission. I still have to be quieter than I usually would be, but the prince understands.
By the time we get back to our home castle, the eggs have started jolting and twitching occasionally inside of me. Every time they do, it makes me gasp, if not moan quietly at the sensation, and the prince seems entertained. “Maybe it’s best that you stay in bed until the eggs are ready to hatch,” he suggests thoughtfully, though there’s a knowing gleam in his eyes. “That’s the best way to ensure that they stay safe, after all.”
I ask him what happens if the dragon eggs hatch inside of me. He only responds with a smile.
The prince keeps to his word and makes me stay in his personal chambers after that, attending to me himself much of the time. He seems to appreciate the way the eggs jostle around inside me as they get closer to hatching, if the way his hands linger on my belly is anything to go by, and he constantly checks in to make sure things don’t hurt too much. He likes it when I tell him how full I feel and about the ache that causes, but he doesn’t want to push me to the point of injury - something I appreciate.
One of the days when the prince is out and he has some aestheticians make sure I’m clean and pretty, I catch wind of some gossip. “The prince hasn’t been attending as many meetings lately because he’s been staying with you instead,” one of them says. “I suppose that makes sense, because you’re holding some of the favorite items from his hoard.” She glanced over her shoulder at the door. “Either that, or you could be softening him up a little. Don’t tell him I said that, though,” she adds, and I reassure her that my lips are sealed, my face heating up.
The closer the eggs get to hatching, the more they move around. I can feel them shifting inside of me, jostling the treasure with them, and it makes me all the whinier - especially when the prince decides to “help” by fucking me, which is often.
It’s on one of these occasions that the eggs decide to hatch.
I feel something jolt and shift inside - then something sharp and uncomfortable, and something squirming. I gasp and moan, my voice cracking as I let out a high-pitched whimper, and the prince really seems to like it.
He pauses and runs his hands over my twitching belly. “They seem to be having a good time in there,” he says, half-amused and half-aroused. “Maybe they like being surrounded by so much treasure.” He picks up his thrusts again. “Full of my treasure, and with dragons in your guts. Damn, this is a good way to have you.” He leans in and kisses me, but it seems less territorial this time, maybe even a little gentle - but I don’t have any time to think about it, because it’s all too much for me and I cum all over his cock, squeezing tight around it and the baby dragons invading my body. I end up tipping him over the edge, too, and I feel his hot seed settling in me.
“As much fun as it is to have you like this, we should really get these dragons into the proper care,” the prince says, only slightly out of breath as he pulls out. “We have to get them out somehow.”
He unceremoniously shoves his hand into my ass and pulls out the shallow layer of coins, then the three replica eggs in the way of the real ones. “Smart toy, putting these in to protect the real eggs.” He pushes further and further in, but quickly withdraws when he reaches a certain point. “They don’t appear to appreciate being disturbed. I think this is the dragon tamer’s area of expertise.”
Not long after, the castle’s resident dragon expert shows up, wearing thick leather gloves that go up to the elbows. “Alright, pulling these things out would be a very easy route, but it would be far less dangerous to get them closer to the exit first,” he says professionally as he climbs up on the bed. “It would be very easy to lure them out with something particularly heavy or valuable, like a good piece of gold or solid gemstone.”
“I think I have just the thing.” The prince rummages around his room for a moment, then returns to my side holding up the solid-gold plug he used to have to put in me to keep all the treasure in. “This is pure gold.”
“Excellent, that’ll work great.” The dragon-tamer takes the plug from the prince and, without any ceremony or warning, shoves the plug into me, his entire hand and arm following deeper. I do my best to suppress a yelp, embarrassed that someone I don’t know very well is seeing me in this state, but the dragon-tamer doesn’t seem to notice, focused on getting the baby dragons out of me.
It doesn’t take long for the first hatching to notice the tantalizing prize of solid gold being offered to it, and I feel it squirming down through my insides, chasing the dragon-tamer’s hand as he slowly pulls it along. I shiver and whine, trying not to enjoy the sensation, but my willpower fails me when the tamer pulls the plug and simply reaches in to pull the baby dragon out the rest of the way. The way its lithe, scaly body pulls against my guts as it slides out of me almost makes me cum - but I hold back, unwilling to disrupt the process. I know how important this is.
The dragon-tamer returns the plug to my body, but shoves his arm even further inside. “The next one is higher up, so we’re gonna have to get even deeper for all these other ones.”
The process repeats four more times. Every time, the dragon-tamer has to get deeper and deeper into me, luring the baby dragons away from the treasure in my guts. The prince is watching the dragon-tamer like a hawk, and I can tell that he’s agitated, but I’m not entirely sure what about. Either way, I’m having trouble focusing because of how good it feels - even though the broken eggshells digging into me hurts, it’s pain of a kind that I’m not entirely opposed to. The writhing dragon babies being forcefully pulled from my body is too good a sensation to ignore.
Eventually, there are five dragon hatchlings held in a contraption that looks like it wouldn’t be out of place for containing an unruly housecat. The last thing the dragon-tamer does is work to pull all of the shards of eggshell out of my body, which I both appreciate and am disappointed by. “Alright, that was perhaps the best way they could have been incubated, if maybe a little dangerous for the host,” the dragon tamer says. “These fellows are going to grow up incredibly healthy and strong.”
“Marvelous. Is there anything else we need to know or look out for?” the prince asks.
“Not off the top of my head, no.”
“Alright, good. I’ll be visiting frequently to check in on their progress.”
“Great!”
The dragon tamer leaves. The prince watches him go, and then makes sure the door is securely shut before he turns and practically leaps onto the bed to get his hands on me. “I didn’t like the fact that someone else was exploring you like that, but I suppose it was necessary,” he says. “You’re my purse, after all. I’m supposed to be the only one who can get deep into your guts like that.” He puts both hands into my ass and pries me open, accentuating just how wide I’m gaping after the whole ordeal. “Mmm, you’re so loose. That just means you have room for more treasure, right?”
My head lights up with dirty thoughts at the idea, but I don’t say anything about it aloud. All I can to is shudder under the prince’s hands as he re-stuffs me with the wealth I lost in the process of birthing the dragon hatchlings. “Honestly, I think I’m going to wait a little bit until I stuff you further,” the prince says thoughtfully. “That entire mission was something of an ordeal, so it might be a good idea to let you have a break.”
It occurs to me that that’s one of few times I’ve heard to him refer to me in terms of being a human, not an object. Even though I absolutely would not mind being even more stuffed, I appreciate the prince’s sentiment, and it’s definitely easier to get to sleep that night with my belly a little more relaxed than usual.
The next morning, however, I wake up to the sensation of my ass being stretched by the prince’s hand as he forces more of his treasures deep into me. I can’t help but let out a sleepy, breathless moan. “Good morning! There are the noises I like to hear,” the prince says. He keeps going, adding handfuls of coins, polished gemstones, and small carvings into my guts to swell me a little bit at a time, my body growing heavier and heavier under his touch. When he’s finally satisfied, I’m only a little bit smaller than I was with the whole batch of replica eggs on board. “There, perfect. Now let’s get you walking again.”
Our routine resumes after that, but with a few changes. The most noticeable of these is that the prince is fucking me more often, but I’m unsurprised by this. Another shift is that the prince frequently goes in to check on the dragon tamer’s progress with the hatchlings, and we always pass by my old quarters on the way there.
On one of these trips, I see a couple of my old buddies from when I was a worker instead of a purse, so I give them a wave. “You used to live down here, right?” the prince asks. I confirm, and point out my friends, who avert their eyes and go about their business. The prince nods and narrows his eyes thoughtfully, but I don’t think anything of it. During the next meeting to discuss castle finances, though, he allocates more funds towards improving the servants’ quarters.
The dragons are coming along splendidly, and growing quickly. Dragons may live for a long time, the tamer explains, but they have to mature incredibly fast to survive because of how brutal competition is between dragons. Within a few months, they’re about the size of large horses and twice as intelligent, easily able to understand speech. They seem to recognize me, taking a bit of time to warm up to the prince but easily letting me pat them on the nose. Everything seems fine.
One day, we get some unexpected guests.
We have some warning before they’re at the gates, but they don’t waste any time in getting through to the castle directly, apparently ignoring the kingdom’s towns and settlements. We only know they’re here because of the sound of horns, and it doesn’t take long for us to find out what they want.
They want their dragons back.
The castle is whipped up into a frenzy around us as everyone in the castle prepares for a siege. In all the chaos, the prince grips my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. “You already have a good deal of priceless artifacts on board, but I’ll need your help in smuggling out whatever else you can,” he says seriously. “Visit the treasure rooms and then escape the castle. Keep yourself safe.” Then, he vanishes into the crowd.
Determined to obey the prince, I do as he commands, quickly making my way to the treasury and rummaging around for some of the more valuable items. Unfortunately, many of them aren’t the optimal shape for insertion, but I grit my teeth and deal with the discomfort as I slowly lower myself onto larger things and unceremoniously shove smaller ones into myself. I can’t deny that the discomfort in and of itself is something that’s turning me on, but I’m too focused on my escape plan to consider it at the moment. When I feel alright with leaving, I’m barely even able to walk, much less run, but I just hope for the best as I stagger away from the treasure rooms with my distended midsection leading the way.
It takes me a little bit of stumbling around in the pandemonium before I remember some of the secret passageways around the castle from my time as a servant. I spent most of my days outside back then, but whenever I came inside, the workers who lived in the castle always made sure to show me around - something I mentally thank them for as I push aside tapestries and struggle to squeeze behind bookshelves. With a much easier route that not only cuts through walls but also avoids most of the mayhem, it doesn’t take me very long to escape out of the back of the castle and into the grassland surrounding it, just barely in time to avoid the enemy king’s soldiers circling the entire place. If i could run, I would have been farther away at this point, but I’m stuck with my laborious pace as I clumsily move between what few patches of cover there are out here.
The darkness of approaching night soon aids me in my passage, and I don’t worry as much about cover as I approach the creek that borders the field where the castle is located. I still appreciate the thick clusters of trees and bushes that grow on the creek’s edge, taking the opportunity to collapse under the cover of one such clump when I finally feel like I’m out of sight. Exhausted from carrying my cargo, taxed by adrenaline, and magnificently dusty, the only thing I can do now is pass out, drifting in and out of sleep as the sounds of battle reach me over the grassland.
From the castle, I can hear the dragons roaring.
The next morning, it already seems to be over. I’m woken up by hoofbeats and people calling for me, but when I squint, I’m sure it’s not the enemy side using my name against me - I very clearly see the prince’s colors on the clothing these people are wearing. My throat is dry, but I call out nonetheless, trying to make my presence known; luckily, it works, and someone quickly finds me.
“Someone get the prince!” the searcher yells as they hop off their horse, and I hear a different horse galloping away as the person kneels next to me. “Goodness, the prince is going to be so relieved that you’re alright. He’s been looking for you since dawn.” I manage to rasp out a question as to how the castle managed to fend off the assailants so quickly, and the searcher gives me a smile. “The dragons you brought back seemed to have no attachment to their kingdom of origin. They flew right in and started taking care of business, easy.”
They stay with me, leaving a comforting hand on my shoulder until the prince finally arrives. The searcher who found me waves. “Here! Over here!”
The prince quickly gallops up on his horse, practically leaping off as he skids to a stop so that he can hurry over and kneel at my side. “Are you hurt? Are you alright?” he asks quickly, and I tell him the truth - mildly uncomfortable and sore, very tired, kind of rattled, but overall intact. The prince lets out a sigh of relief. “Alright, that’s good.” He hoists me to my feet and helps me get onto the back of his horse, getting on behind me. “Let’s go back home. Those bastards didn’t get too far, so everything is still intact, just a little messy.”
We get back to the prince’s quarters, and he wastes no time. “What did you get from the vaults? Let me see.” He makes me bend over, leaning me against the room’s table, and immediately pulls my pants down to spread me open. I gasp and whine, quickly getting wet as the prince pulls treasure after treasure from my guts, reaching deep inside to get to the bigger items I forced higher than the rest. By the time he’s retrieved everything I smuggled out, I’m breathing heavily, my knees shaking at the sensations.
“These were good choices. Nicely done,” the prince says approvingly. “Luckily, they didn’t do much ransacking at all, but I’m just glad they didn’t even have the chance to get their hands on these ones.”
He sets them to the side right away, which is odd - I would have assumed that he’d examine them more thoroughly? - and then turns his attention back to me. “But you’re still dusty and muddy, and that’s no way for my purse to be.” He pauses. “As nice as it is to have a good, full purse all the time, you just did a lot of work, and that entire experience was a taxing ordeal for everyone. I’m giving you a break while we wait for a bath to be prepared.”
With that, he reaches deep into my guts, almost plunging his arm in up to the shoulder in order to get even the last reaches of his wealth out of me. I just arch my back and lean heavily on the table for support, letting the prince empty me out in my exhaustion. He’s not treating me as callously as he normally would, which i can’t decipher a motive for - but it’s not something I’m complaining about, especially not with how tired I am.
When he’s done, he picks me up to take me into the bath with him. Right away, he starts cleaning, helping me get all of the dust and mud off of my skin from my forays through the castle’s secret passages and my impromptu nap at the edge of the creek. I’m confused, and slightly suspicious - but the prince genuinely just seems to be focused on making sure I’m tidied up. I suddenly notice that the prince has his own coating of dust and grime, presumably from the battle and being up all night. I’m a little nervous, but I reason that I’m supposed to help the prince, right? So I reach out and start helping the prince get cleaned off, too, and he doesn’t stop me, but there’s a strange expression on his face that I can’t quite read. My hands aren’t exactly delicate, but I’m at least good at scrubbing.
Finally, we end up back in bed together. The prince runs his hands over my belly, which is disconcertingly empty. “It feels strange not to have you full,” he says, echoing my own sentiments, “But I think you deserve some rest.”
I appreciate a break, definitely, but I can’t help but look forward to whenever he decides to stuff me full again.
Anonymous: A Minotaur that likes to pump you full of their thick steamy cum, but they always keep a painfully large plug in you to keep it all in. You just keep getting bigger and bigger, and it keeps getting thicker and thicker. He has no real reason to do this, he just thinks it's funny to see you suffer.
Oh, I am so on board with this it’s not even funny.
This turned out more narrative than I was expecting, so it’s going beneath a cut.
I imagine that I’ve done something to upset the ruler of some kingdom or another, and I get thrown into a minotaur’s lair as punishment. It’s a huge stone labyrinth, exactly the kind of place you’d expect to find a minotaur, so it comes as no surprise when I hear hooves barreling towards me at top speed. Running is no use, and the monster has me cornered almost immediately - but he doesn’t kill me, and I know he doesn’t plan to based on what I see swinging between his legs.
He navigates the maze with me slung over his shoulder and brings me back to his “home” - a small clear area where he’s gathered what few belongings he’s collected during his time here. I don’t get the chance to observe anything else about the space, though, because the minotaur swings me off of his back, pins me to the smooth stone floor, and forces the tip of his cock into my body with no warning. I scream and struggle, trying to get away, knowing it won’t be able to fit - but the minotaur doesn’t care, and just huffs through his nose in frustration as he continues to push forward, stretching me wide, deep. That’s how my time with him starts: just trying to fit his cock inside of me. It doesn’t take him very long, because he’s absolutely ruthless and doesn’t care if I’m uncomfortable, but it’s still a painful experience.
When he finally manages to slide his entire cock into me, I can see and feel it distending my abdomen in a way that should have been disturbing. As he stays hilted in my body, breathing heavily, it occurs to me that I find it more fascinating than anything else - and an unexpected heat uncoils in my lower belly when I reach down and rub it with shaky hands.
Despite the pain I’ve experienced, my body is responding to the minotaur’s advances.
He stays there for a few more moments, as though deciding whether or not the pitiful human trapped here with him is really worth his time. Then, he makes up his mind and simply pounds me into the stone floor without mercy, paying no attention to my cries echoing from the walls or the tears rolling down my face. His sheer size and brutality both present my poor, overworked body more of a challenge than it was ever prepared for, and the minotaur rutting into me like his life depends on it nearly breaks me, physically and mentally.
When he finally climaxes, I thank the gods that it’s over, but my relief doesn’t last for long; it quickly becomes evident that his load is, in and of itself, a new obstacle, swelling my belly to an uncomfortable degree, settling deep in my system as though it’s meant to be there. I groan, wondering how I’m supposed to handle this and hoping for the opportunity to push it all out, but I have no such luck. The minotaur has apparently decided that I need to carry his seed for however long he mandates, keeping it in by sliding a bulbous plug into me as soon as he pulls out. I gasp and whimper, caught off-guard, but the minotaur simply grunts and walks away, leaving me discarded on the floor of his home. The only thing I can do is fall asleep.
When I wake up, it’s to the sensation of the minotaur’s rough, calloused hands on my body, repositioning me. I feel a brief flash of hope when he pulls the plug out, wondering if he’ll allow me to empty myself - but he denies me when he pushes down into my sloppy, used hole and fills me with another load, his huge balls tensing as he pumps cum into me. My midsection gets heavier, and despair washes over me when the minotaur re-inserts the plug, clearly intending to keep me this way.
The third time he decides to use me, his behavior is no different and neither is the outcome. What is different, however, is the plug he inserts - it’s larger than the first one. I whimper, clenching hard around it as I struggle to acclimate. Exhausted, I don’t even bother trying to run or pull out the plug, knowing the minotaur would just find me all over again. I shudder when I imagine how he would punish me for trying to escape.
Nonetheless, I realize that there’s a part of my head absolutely reveling in all of this.
The discomfort of the minotaur’s cock and his treatment of me are both horrible, but if I’m honest with myself…I don’t mind it too much. The constant stretch of the newer, bigger plug is a distraction, yes, but the fact that it reminds me of my purpose in this maze is something that makes my heart beat faster. Being weighed down by this much cum makes it hard to move, but getting fucked so roughly still feels really good…
The pattern continues, the minotaur using me frequently and sometimes making mysterious excursions into other parts of the maze, returning only to sleep or to fuck me until I’m crying. He continues stepping up the plugs in size until I know it will be impossible for my hole to close ever again, but I know he appreciates just how easy it is for him to use me. Every time I whine at the sensation of a new and painful stretch, he huffs through his nose in what I can only barely recognize as laughter. He thinks it’s funny, I realize - he thinks it’s funny, just how small and pathetic I am compared to him. He thinks it’s funny that he can make me suffer so easily. He thinks it’s funny that I’m so powerless here.
I can’t deny that the way he treats me is appealing somehow, but I still dream of returning to normal life sometimes. Still, I know that it’s impossible for me to go back at this point - labyrinths are built to be inescapable, and even if I could run, the minotaur would chase me down in a heartbeat. If I’m with him, at least I know what to expect, and I’m safe from whatever else might be down here. The minotaur is an exceptionally powerful beast, after all - that’s why he’s here in the first place, and that’s why I got imprisoned with him. They knew how he would treat me.
At this point, though, I don’t know if it still counts as a punishment.
Oh. Was thinking about fucking a big mean werewolf lady who has a massive cock and knot.
Say she promises that you don't have to take her knot as long as you can make her cum. She's still fucking thick as you start working her inside your boycunt. You're riding her, cock in your cunt, hands on her chest, for you don't know how long. You're starting to get a little lost.
She asks how much longer you're gonna take to make her cum, if it's gonna be much longer she's just gonna have to cram her fat knot inside you and the consequences of that will be your problems, not hers. So you ride harder, trying to milk her cock for all your worth. Your pouring sweat and exhausted but need to keep going, the last thing you want is to let her think the only way she can cum is by knotting you. Your cunt is already stretch to the max around her dick, her knot will destroy you. But you notice when you drop down on her cock and grind against her knot she throbs inside you. You figure that's got to be the trick to getting her to blow her load. You bounce up and down with more force, grinding periodically. She's starting to pant and growl.
You just keep bouncing and grinding, you've been cumming throughout and she's leaked so much pre into your hole the space between your bodies is thoroughly slick. She's gotta be close, so close, so so close, so-
Her knot finally pops inside your cunt and the tapered tip of her dick slips into your womb. You didn't even notice how you were abusing your own cervix with her cock. You cum hard around her knot, further assuring it'll lock inside you, the way you clamp around it. She was close and is flooding your womb so much your belly distends. The only time she puts her hands on you is to press against your stomach, which puts pressure on the knot inside you, making you whine. She tells you to shut the fuck up. It's your fault this happened. She didn't stuff you, just like she promised. All you had to do was get her to cum but your boycunt clearly wanted to be properly knotted and bred. You really should've saved you both the time and just begged her from the start.
She's already so huge that her shaft alone is enough to stretch me out, so there's no way I could take her knot. She likes that, though - she likes having some pathetic human under her control, willing to ride her to avoid being knotted. She likes that her knot is a threat. Sure, there's appeal for me in the idea, but I know I wouldn't be able to handle it without something breaking, whether my body or my mind. I have to resort to bouncing on her cock and milking her if I want to stay a human instead of a werewolf cocksleeve. The thought makes something hum in the back of my mind.
Unfortunately for me, I take too long. The thing is, though, it's not her fault when she knots me - she's not the once who forced it in. I'd been working myself up so much and squeezing her so tightly that both of our bodies were just aching for her to knot me, and she didn't even have to do anything. I just ended up dooming myself by battering my own cervix and stretching my own cunt around her, doing all of the work.
Grinding against her knot could have been the way to get her to cum without tying me, but now we'll never know, because her knot is locked firmly inside of my abused and aching cunt. The searing burn of having something so big, too big inside of me is almost overridden by the wave of orgasm that follows, especially with my cervix hugging the tapered head. It's a brand-new sensation for me, having something inside of my womb - but it's not one I can opt out of, not now that I'm firmly tied to a beast so much larger and stronger than I am. It's not one that I'm really complaining about, either, despite the discomfort. There's something intoxicating about being claimed so thoroughly, so deeply.
She laughs in a low voice as she presses on my swollen midsection. "Couldn't resist, huh?" she says, satisfied at a deep animal level as her cock pumps my defenseless womb full of her seed. "Just had to have my knot? You're that thirsty for cum?"
I can't answer, still lingering in the aftershocks of my orgasm and trying to tune out the suffering of a stretched cervix.
"Honestly, that's all the answer I need. You coulda just saved us both the time and begged me for my knot at the beginning." She presses on my midsection again as her orgasm peters out. I whine quietly. "Well, now that you've taken it once, it should be easier for you to take it again. You'll know to beg for it in the future, right?" She grins at me - a terrible wolfish expression. It's a beautiful sight. "'Cause you know I'm not letting you get away, now that I know you can ride me like that. Maybe I can train your asshole to take my knot next." She grips my jaw, her huge taloned hand almost enveloping my head. "And you're gonna beg for it when I do."
I'm still having trouble stringing sentences together, but I think the way my cunt twitches around her speaks for me.
hhmmgh…got knotting on my mind, now, big-time
wanna be my cute, frilly, magical boy catboy self, and mess up a fight with a huge scary monster, and then have my panties ripped right off so the monster can just pick me right up and use me as a cocksleeve, right then and there
I wanna shriek and thrash as the monster forces its bumpy, gnarled cock into my tight little pussy, the size difference between us both so extreme that the creature can hold me around the waist with just one clawed hand and force me up and down on it…making me take it deeper and deeper with every bounce, no matter how hard I cry or try to struggle against it
and eventually, it would shove me down onto my hands and knees and hunch over me, forcing my cheek to the pavement as it pounds me brutally, its fat, heavy balls swinging and slapping against my ass and my dick– and then it would push in to the hilt, burying more than a foot of massive monster cock into me, and its knot would swell up and I would scream, writhing and twitching as my pretty little cunt is ruined by the throbbing knot splitting me open.
after that, there’s absolutely nothing I can do but lie there, my spirit broken, as the monster pumps its hot cum deep into my pussy; thick, endless gushes of it that spill into my womb until my tummy starts to bulge with it. just being bred like a dumb bitch in heat, like a kitty slut like me should be.
and if the monster ever got tired of waiting around afterwards, it could always stand back up and just wander away again– dragging my now-bare tits through the dirt and grass, with my ass up in the air, because we’re still knotted together and there’s nothing I can do to escape.
every step would jostle the fat knot swollen inside my cunt, pulling and shifting while the creature dragged me along, stretching me more and more, and passersby would just have to watch in mortification and horror as their hero was dragged away, tummy swollen with cum, crying for help that would never come.
the monster would take me back to its lair, far, far away from anyone who could ever come to my aid…and eventually, its knot would soften just enough that it could yank itself free of me with a loud, wet pop.
At least no one would be around to see the way I’d sob in response, cumming and squirting like a whore, my gaping pussy sore and wide open and absolutely gushing cum all down my thighs as I collapse into the monster’s nest, fumbling a shaking hand down between my own legs to rub my own cute little dick.
just becoming a nice, mind-broken kitty slut, fucked and bred and knotted and ruined for the rest of my days. just turned into a cumdump for a monster that was bigger and stronger than me, who now gets to use my pretty little body however it wants, over and over endlessly…
just a soft, warm set of holes that begs and cries and cums.
the urgent need to watch my knotted strap pop in and out of a dripping boycunt, over and over while my breeding boy is whining and yelping every time i fuck my knot back into his poor swollen hole, maybe if im lucky hed even start crying and cumming, making me so desperate to ruin him that i call him a little doggy slut for offering his pussy to thick knotted cocks, he needs to be overstimulated and wrecked to teach him what happens to puppies with such puffy warm breeding cunts, needs to learn that if he was born with a puppyhole this perfect his owner has the responsibility to knot and breed and stuff and abuse it, so he can whimper all he wants but im going to keep pumping cum inside him and watch it gush when i pop my knot out of his sticky hole, just to use it as lube for ramming my cock back in
Just want a powerful ghost to sexually haunt me. Wanna be sitting around naked in the comfort of my home when out of no where I just feel some wetness on my cock, like a tongue flicking around my tip. An invisible entity just sucking my cock while I shift around in confusion. This ghost following me around, I’ll be on a bus trying to be quiet even though I swear I can feel someone fingering my hole.
Eventually not even caring if I know I’m being haunted anymore, this ghost just getting rough and dominant with me. My pants being pulled down, being bent over and pinned to a counter while it feels like my ass is getting played with and eventually I swear I feel something bigger inside of me. My body moving back and forth, feeling hands grabbing my hips, swearing I can hear and feel my ass being slapped and spanked. Being lifted up, and now literally floating in midair, my legs being spread in front of a mirror as I can see my ass gaping and my body being bounced up and down, my gaping ass shifting around something I can’t see but I can feel. At some point I can see my foreskin moving as I can feel a hand stroking my cock. Thinking how humiliating it’d be if someone walked in and saw my ass gaping like this while I moan and drool loving every moment of it, and how horrified they’d be to see this happening to me while I’m levitating in midair.
This ghost eventually putting me in different positions, pinning me up against the wall, fucking me against it causing me to float further up the wall until my head’s against the ceiling as this ghost floats with me continuing to drill into me. Sitting on this ghost’s cock in the air while my legs dangle, moving my hips up and down to ride it. Floating upside down with my arms and legs just hanging there while a cock is being dipped in and out of my ass. Falling asleep at night while an unknown entity plays with my nipples and my ass and sucks my cock as it pleases, moaning from becoming a little fuck toy for this unknown being that haunts my body.
My girlfriend is a huge cuck, she loves when I fuck her friends. Her best friend came over for the weekend and we drank and played strip games, and of course she was naked by the third turn. I was playing with her cute little clit while they groped her boobs, they kept telling her how much bigger they had gotten since they last saw her while they pinched her nipples and made her squirm. Poor thing was so drunk though, it was her birthday after all, so she was nodding off to sleep. She went off to bed, and as soon as she left, her friend was on top of me. They sat on the ground and spread my legs, eating me out like it was their last meal. They left bruises on my hips from holding me in place, sucking on my clit and making me more wet. I begged them to fuck me, only for them to hush me and tell me to be patient. They pushed their middle finger into me, their hands so big and their fingers so long. They hit my gspot immediately and made me see stars. “You fucking love it” they said, curling their finger over and over again inside of me, making me cry out. They pulled back the hood of my clit and flicked their tongue against it, sending shocks down my legs. “God I need your cock…” I whined, looking down at them and pulling their hair. “Let me suck you off” I pulled them up onto the couch and moved onto my knees, pushing their knees apart. I leaned in and bit their thigh, making their cock perk up a bit. I kissed their skin up to their cock and took the soft head in my mouth, drawing out a sigh from them. I easily took the entire thing into my mouth, their pubes tickling my nose as I worked them with my tongue. They grew harder and harder, eventually making me gag and pull away to cough. I tried to take them all in my mouth, but they’re probably 8 inches when hard. They were panting and groaning, until finally they pulled my mouth away. “Ride me, ride me, fuck…” they groaned, and I climbed up onto their lap and rubbed my clit against their cock, feeling them twitch against me. I leaned up, pushing my tits in their face, and lined their cock up with my hole, whimpering as the tip pushed in. The stretch felt so good, making me gasp and cry out as I fully seated myself on them. They were so deep, it felt like they were pushing against my cervix. I leaned down and bit their collarbone roughly, moaning into their skin as I started rocking my hips against theirs. It took a minute to set a good pace together, but soon we were both groaning and grabbing onto each other, grinding harder to get that delicious friction. I gasped and leaned against them, rolling my hips faster as my orgasm built. “Wait…” they said, moving me so I laid down on the couch, my thighs pressed against my chest. They pushed into me again and paused, throbbing inside of me. Then they started thrusting so fast, my moans felt like they were dragged out of me. They reached down and rubbed my clit with their thumb, pushing me over the edge and making me cum. I clenched around them, making them moan as they kept fucking me. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, I’m gonna fucking ravage you”
thinking about a poor hapless guy getting gangbanged by a trio of slimes... they trip him up and tear the clothes off of him until he's naked and thrashing. before he can scream for help one of the slimes covers his face, forcing its way down his throat and expanding wide enough to make his head spin from lack of air. it saws itself back and forth deep enough to reach his stomach, where it expands to completely fill it and then some, forcing his belly to bloat until he looks pregnant.
The second one shoves itself deep into his cunt, stretching him open painfully wide and pounding against his cervix until it gives way and the slime can slide directly into his womb, flowing through his fallopian tubes to rape his ovaries. Part of the slime reaches back and plunges into his ass, pummeling his guts until it meets up with the first in his belly. his womb and stomach are filled to the point he looks overdue with triplets and he can barely move. the pressure causes his bladder to give out and gush piss over the second slime.
it seems to absorb the fluid and grow even bigger, causing pain to ripple through him. the slime reaches a tendril up, following the flow of urine until it reaches his urethra. it shoves inside and into his bladder, filling that space as well, making him feel like he's about to burst.
The third slime curls behind him and reaches tendrils out to the sides of his head. the slime slips into his ear canals and deeper to his brain. the boy starts shaking and wailing as the slime rapes his brain into mush, all the pain from before converting into unstoppable waves of orgasms.
the first two slimes eventually withdraw, but the swelling doesn't. they've filled his stomach, his guts, his womb, even his bladder with tens of thousands of eggs. by the time the third slime slips from the worthless leftovers of his brain, his skull also filled with eggs, the boy is helpless to do anything but convulse with pleasure as he lays there. an unresponsive, mindbroken set of holes incubating the next generation of slimes, all eager to continue the cycle.
Well, critters like that just need a nice warm body to keep their eggs safe, right? They have to take advantage of whatever holes they can use~
It doesn't matter whether or not the poor fellow can breathe while the first slime squelches down his throat, seeking the security of an enclosed space to use for incubation. When the guy puts a hand on his throat to try and rub away the discomfort on instinct, he can probably feel the swell and bulge of a thick slimy tendril expanding into his stomach, making him swell. His body gets heavier by the second as more and more of the thing sloshes into him, filling him up, rounding him out.
The one exploring his cunt doesn't help matters, either. It can easily squeeze past his cervix and force it wide open around itself, filling his womb as it shoves almost its entire form into the poor boy. Thick fluid gushes into his tubes to explore all of the available room, and the slime is likely delighted to find fertile material for fuel - slimes can reproduce all on their own, of course, but using a host's own reproductive system against it can decrease the necessary energy output. The boy is forced to confront the horrible sensation of his ovaries themselves being engulfed, squeezed, explored, shifted inside of him, raped in a disturbingly complete way.
The one in his ass can easily navigate the maze of his guts, stretching him taut from the inside out, pressing every single part of him up against the others. The sheer pressure makes him piss himself, but the slimes are undeterred; the liquid, in fact, seems to rehydrate the entire system of slimes somewhat, making them shudder and thicken inside of him. He can't make a sound, but he's in more pain than he's ever been before - and the thin tendril that makes its way up his pisshole a second later only makes it worse, entirely alien and unfamiliar to him, squishing inside and increasing the already-unbearable pressure.
He'd almost forgotten about the third slime, but it makes its presence known by delicately exploring his outer ears. He knows what it's aiming for, and desperately thrashes his head, trying to escape, trying to shake it off, but to no avail. All sound from the outside world is blocked as slime easily flows into his ear canals, past his eardrums, deeper and deeper until it meets the soft surface of his brain, flowing into his skull and absorbing the cerebrospinal fluid to fuel itself. The horrible headache that results only lasts for a second, however - the slime, seeking further asylum for its eggs, plunges into his gray matter directly, flowing across the entire surface and spilling into every crack and crevice before proceeding deeper, severing connections that used to make him human, pushing everything out of the way to make room for itself and its young.
Now that his brain is being physically interfered with, the victim of the slimes' escapades can hardly tell that any of this is supposed to be painful. In fact, it seems like quite the opposite - waves of pleasure start building from all across his body, originating deep inside to flow outwards and set his skin alight. The stimulation that was once agonizing spills over into ecstasy, chaining together orgasm after orgasm, his toes curling, his eyes rolled back in his head as he rubs his own clit furiously, masturbating as the slime rapes every semblance of humanity out of him.
The first two slimes had gotten started before the third, so they're finished first. Their withdrawal hardly seems to make a difference in the boy's swollen state - they trail hundreds, even thousands of eggs in their wake, making sure every inch of their victim's insides is full to the absolute brim. Stomach, guts, womb, bladder, throat, he can hardly breathe because of the eggs threatening to come out of his mouth, but he doesn't care. He's too busy cumming again, and again, and again, twitching violently at every touch from the slime in his brain. It sloshes and swirls in his cranium, obliterating everything that could be considered human and leaving just the basic functions in place - as well as the arousal, the desire to stay completely full of eggs and slime, the desire to bear young.
Slime eggs replace his brain with ease, creating a pleasant, almost floating pressure inside of his skull. He's left alone on the ground, every hole gaping and slimy, sloppy, open to use for whoever wants to find him next. If anyone just so happens to come across such a readily-available set of holes and makes use of him, however, they're not going to leave him pregnant - the slimes already did that. He's probably going to cum even harder when he has baby slimes pouring from every single hole in an endless wave of invasion and pleasure.
Maybe the young will decide to keep him like their parents did.
What do you think about getting your fist into a boy's womb, sir? Working his cervix open slowly while he shakes beneath you, until your entire hand is past it and he's clenching hard around you as he cums like the slut he is? Opening him wide in his deepest place and being able to do whatever you want with him? Maybe keeping a speculum on hand to keep his cervix open after you take out your fist, and filling his womb up directly with cum, piss, or eggs?
I’ve mentioned many times how much I love to stretch open a pathetic cuntboys pussy and work his little cervix open.
I’d have to finger him open first and as he’s starting to loose up and the crying is stopping I’ll find a smaller dildo to use on a fucking machine, push it so deep inside him that it lines up perfectly with his now open cervix and as it thrusts forward it enters him and starts breaking him apart even more and he’ll be dripping and screaming as it pistons deep deep inside him.
After he’s been thoroughly ruined and scandalously widen I’ll work as many fingers in him as I can and fuck him fast with my hand until he squirts and cums. As I pull my fingers out I’ll push my dick up against the opening and fill his needy womb up with piss and when I’m finished I’ll plug his now gaping cervix up with a tiny little buttplug and let him wobble around feeling pregnant.
Been thinking about being kidnapped and stuffed on a bedpost with giant ridges and ornate carvings. My poor womb would pop as gravity pulls me down! And since i'm unable to move, the kidnapper could do as they please, maybe even feeling the hard bulges where the wood presse out against my tummy
If someone kidnaps you, you bet your ass that they're not just there to take you to lunch and send you home. They've caught their prey, and now they're going to take full advantage of the situation, finding a good place to set you up where you'll always be available and unable to escape. Thicker than a standard bollard, the ornate bedpost has a spherical top and ridged carvings further down, and your captor has to fuck you open before they're confident that your cunt will stretch wide enough to go over it.
They lube up the bedpost, then lift you atop it. When they let go, your own body weight pops it into your cunt with a jolt of pain and unfortunate pleasure, pressing it right up against your cervix. Your kidnapper just stands back and watches as you squirm, every movement just increasing the pressure. You can't do anything about it, with your legs and hands tied, so it seems inevitable that you'll just sink further and further. Your kidnapper - your owner - seems delighted at your discomfort.
The bedpost presses and presses right up against your cervix until it forces its way through, your body weight pushing you down as the bedpost slides right into your womb. You're stretched from the inside out in a way you've never been before, and pain radiates away from your broken cervix - though the pleasure of a full cunt isn't lost on you. The tears rolling down your face and the way you sob for breath both just serve to make your owner rock-hard, and they slowly masturbate as they watch your torture.
Your womb is weak compared to your cervix. Gravity does its work easily, stretching your womb thinner and thinner until it pops, tearing open to let the bedpost slide directly into your abdominal cavity, filling you up in the most complete way it possibly could. The carvings on the bedpost are pressed up against your skin from the inside, outlined in subtle ridges of skin, and your owner strokes these markings as they keep jacking off. You can't stop crying, but you're also soaking wet, your cunt twitching around the horrible intrusion as you try not to cum.
Your owner praises you for taking it so well, then welcomes you to your new life. Stroking your distended belly, even pulling on your legs to stretch you further, they jack off until they cum all over your face, spattering your skin with their hot seed. They don't wipe it off, leaving it to dry there as a marker of your place.
You can't escape your fate, stuck stretched open, your womb destroyed inside of you. You don't know how long you'll be able to live like this, but you assume it isn't very long, though there's no way to know for sure. It's likely internal bleeding that'll get you.
One thing you do know for sure is that you desperately, desperately want to touch yourself.
(Wolfgirl gangbang anon again! It’s insanely hot that you’re already imagining birthing all these pups, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves!) You wake up to the feeling of a hot liquid pouring directly into your womb and something huge stretching your pussy out. You open your eyes to find one of the werewolves has knotted inside you and is depositing a gigantic load. And based on the piercing on her left nipple, you can tell that she’s the girl who had the smallest cock earlier. (1/4)
Even then, in her current wolf form, she’s the biggest thing your cunt’s ever taken. Behind her, the other werewolves have formed a queue arranged by cock size. Makes sense; they’ll want to acclimate you to the alpha’s gigantic cock, and they might as well give the inferior wolves’ sperm a head start. But just this one load is already making you bulge slightly. How much more cum will you be taking tonight? The rest of the pack laughs as you gulp in trepidation. It’s gonna be a long night. (2/4)
The night indeed proceeds at a snail’s pace. Each wolf in succession is not only bigger, but also rougher and more brutal than the one before it. The growing ocean of cum in your womb isn’t helping things either. Nor are the girls who’ve already cum; they decide to ram their cocks into your mouth and ass and piss into your guts, swelling you up even further. To make matters worse, the fourth and fifth wolves get the bright idea to double-stuff your pussy and cum into it together. (3/4)
And it all caps off with the alpha, who picks you up and fucks you in a full nelson position just to show off her strength to the rest of the pack. Bouncing up and down on the alpha’s cock makes your stomach uneasy, but somehow you manage to keep from throwing up the piss inside you. (Or maybe you don’t? ;D) By the time the pack is done breeding you, you're at least twice as big as you were before. You pass out again, this time from sheer exhaustion. (4/4, more to come at another time!)
(Editor’s note: this is a continuation of this set)
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....ffffffuckfuckfuck this is so fucking hot
Waking up, half-conscious, to the sensation of the smallest of the werewolves pumping her cum directly into my helpless, waiting womb because she’s still just that fucking big - god, that just sounds like a perfect start to the night. Feeling her hot cum flooding my waiting body, watching my midsection swell - even just thinking about it makes me wet. I know that her knot is enormous, big enough to ruin me, but she’s nowhere near the biggest one I’ll have to take.
Nnf, one of the girls rutting deep into me, her knot locked into my pussy as the other two flood my guts with piss, further swelling me, making me full in a way that’s simultaneously uncomfortable and turns me on so fucking much...that sounds like an absolutely wonderful thing. I can feel the weight of the fluids already inside of me, shifting and swaying with every thrust of the werewolf’s hips - but that’s nothing compared to the sensation of ladies number 4 and 5 double-knotting my already gaping, ruined pussy, stretching me wider than anything I’ve taken that night and pumping me full of cum twice as fast, swelling me up further, filling me with even more seed to make me carry their litters.
Then the Alpha picks me up, my body heavy with cum and piss - but she still makes it feel absolutely effortless on her part, simply locking me in place with her arms as she brutally uses my body. I can’t help but cum uncontrollably, even more than I did on the other girls’ cocks, feeling her absolutely wreck my cervix with every thrust. I just barely manage to keep the piss in my stomach from rising, but that’s not my main concern - what I’m mostly focused on is the sensation of the Alpha pouring a massive amount of cum into my body, more than maybe all of the others combined, and I can practically feel my eggs being fertilized as she makes me take every single drop of her seed.
As much as I want to stay awake for whatever they’re going to do to me next, I can hardly keep my eyes open as the Alpha pulls out of me, my pussy gaping open, painfully empty, and I long for it to be full again as my eyes slide shut...
I just love fisting, so here's a few ways to make it even better (aka much much worse). simply enough a giant, each finger the size of a regular cock, slowly forcing you down onto his arm. A draconic monster, scales sharp and rough, knuckles spiked where they drag against your walls. A creature with four arms, determined to fit them all inside you no matter how much you struggle. Something like a stone elemental, shoving in a massive chunk of rock rather than an arm. Just some ideas!
Oh, yes~ Now I’m just imagining...
A giant with a single finger that distends my abdomen already, simply forcing the next one in, and the next, and the next until he has all five fingers buried in my cunt...A sudden push, and my helpless, tiny body is no match for his tremendous strength. I clench around his wrist as I cum hard from the pain of the stretch and the stretch itself while I sink down even further along his arm, all five of his fingers pressed up against my cervix next. With more force, more determination this time, he pushes up while he pulls me down - and then something in my consciousness shatters when his massive fist hits the top of my womb, my cervix and mind both broken beyond repair as the giant keeps sinking his forearm into me...
A reptilian, draconic creature with scales and spines decorating his entire body who hurts me from the instant the spikes on his knuckles touch my walls. He forces his hand into me regardless of my screaming and crying - and encourages me to tell him how much it hurts as he slowly slides it back and forth in my pussy before concentrating his attention on my cervix. The spines and spikes are bad enough normally, but when he forces his way in with one swift motion, I cum hard from pain and pleasure both, my body unwillingly pressing itself even harder into his spines as I clench around him.
A strong entity with four big, muscular arms, determined to fit all of them inside of my pathetic human form. With me on my hands and knees, he starts fingering my cunt and ass at the same time, steadily adding fingers to each until he’s sliding into me past his wrist at both holes. While he’s brutally fistfucking me with those two, forcing himself deeper and deeper every time, he adds the fingers from the next two hands to each hole one by one until he has all four arms brutalizing my insides.
A strange creature of stone, vaguely bipedal and with something resembling a snout, that easily holds me in place as it explores my body with what seems to be genuine curiosity. I feel its cold rock arm prodding at my cunt a moment before it abruptly slides in, making me cry out from the pain and chill of nothing but pure stone scraping against my insides as it forces deeper, its glowing eyes almost amused while it listens to me scream...
Hi. I have. Another story. Forgive me if it's too similar but you and anon got me thinking about frog-like beings.
Someone trekking through a swamp. They're sure they can pass through a very mucky patch and get so solid ground. They're almost there, right up to a bank of firm soil, before they get stuck. They can bend over and grab some tree roots, trying to leverage themselves out but the mud is like a vacuum, keeping their legs trapped in place. It's almost up to there knees.
Focused on their predicament they don't notice a humanoid amphibian like creature rise from the murkiness surrounding them. It's not very big, maybe only 4 feet tall. Silently is wades through the mud until its behind their vulnerable body, it tears through their pants and shoves its cock in their cunt.
The surprise makes them cry out but the monster's cock isn't much bigger than the average human. Unable to get away they accept the embarrassing situation, at least noone can see this thing using them. But when the creature cums, something is forced up through its cock and into their body. Something much thicker. It passes through the creature's cock naturally, in no way painful for it, but for their hole it's an uncomfortable stretch. They can feel it trapped inside their pussy even after the monster pulls out and sinks back into the murky depths.
Whatever it is, they think they can push it back out. It's got them stretch around it pretty tightly but when they bare down on it, it moves. When it's nearly through their entrance is when it's the most painful, but it's about to come out! Until another one those creatures rises up behind them and fucks them like the first. Pushing the object deeper and depositing a second one.
They get back to trying to push these things out, faster this time before another creature appears. Maybe they manage to push one out, maybe they don't, but even if they do they're starting to get exhausted and it's so easy for another of those swamp monsters to fuck them from behind. And another. And another. Dimly, they realize two things, there's no telling how many of these beings are under the surface around them, or if some are coming back for seconds and thirds. Secondly, its likely big round eggs that are being forced deeper and deeper into their cunt with each one added. The shells aren't hard and breakable, instead they themselves are quite stretchy. So instead of bursting when more are inserted, the pressure forces one through their cervix and into their womb. Once that manages to get through its much easier for more to follow. And they do, packing their womb until their belly hangs beneath them enough they can feel the cool mud touch their skin.
By now something in them has shifted, maybe it's just to cope but they started really enjoying the sensations happening to them they've lost track of how many times they've cum, much like how they have no idea how many eggs are actually inside them. They can see a few eggs that didn't get pushed into the saftey of their womb must have slipped from their dripping hole. They float on top the surface of the mud, it occurs to them these eggs can't possibly survive. They'll die. This makes them sad, the eggs should be inside them, so they can grow and they can push them out and make more of these odd monsters. They want to be a breeding bed for these things. When they started wanting that they don't know but they're so happy when multiple creatures surface from the mud, just to grab a hold of them and pull them under. Into the swamp and back to their underground lair so they're incubator can carry and birth their collective clutch in saftey, and maybe a few more batches after that before their body becomes useless.
hhmmgh…got knotting on my mind, now, big-time
wanna be my cute, frilly, magical boy catboy self, and mess up a fight with a huge scary monster, and then have my panties ripped right off so the monster can just pick me right up and use me as a cocksleeve, right then and there
I wanna shriek and thrash as the monster forces its bumpy, gnarled cock into my tight little pussy, the size difference between us both so extreme that the creature can hold me around the waist with just one clawed hand and force me up and down on it…making me take it deeper and deeper with every bounce, no matter how hard I cry or try to struggle against it
and eventually, it would shove me down onto my hands and knees and hunch over me, forcing my cheek to the pavement as it pounds me brutally, its fat, heavy balls swinging and slapping against my ass and my dick– and then it would push in to the hilt, burying more than a foot of massive monster cock into me, and its knot would swell up and I would scream, writhing and twitching as my pretty little cunt is ruined by the throbbing knot splitting me open.
after that, there’s absolutely nothing I can do but lie there, my spirit broken, as the monster pumps its hot cum deep into my pussy; thick, endless gushes of it that spill into my womb until my tummy starts to bulge with it. just being bred like a dumb bitch in heat, like a kitty slut like me should be.
and if the monster ever got tired of waiting around afterwards, it could always stand back up and just wander away again– dragging my now-bare tits through the dirt and grass, with my ass up in the air, because we’re still knotted together and there’s nothing I can do to escape.
every step would jostle the fat knot swollen inside my cunt, pulling and shifting while the creature dragged me along, stretching me more and more, and passersby would just have to watch in mortification and horror as their hero was dragged away, tummy swollen with cum, crying for help that would never come.
the monster would take me back to its lair, far, far away from anyone who could ever come to my aid…and eventually, its knot would soften just enough that it could yank itself free of me with a loud, wet pop.
At least no one would be around to see the way I’d sob in response, cumming and squirting like a whore, my gaping pussy sore and wide open and absolutely gushing cum all down my thighs as I collapse into the monster’s nest, fumbling a shaking hand down between my own legs to rub my own cute little dick.
just becoming a nice, mind-broken kitty slut, fucked and bred and knotted and ruined for the rest of my days. just turned into a cumdump for a monster that was bigger and stronger than me, who now gets to use my pretty little body however it wants, over and over endlessly…
just a soft, warm set of holes that begs and cries and cums.
