stuffing a bunch of small jello eggs DEEP inside your ass, making sure to mentally count each one. theyre at least elbow deep inside, maybe even deeper. first making yiu hold them in while I abuse your rim. Slather it in nettles, tiger balm, ginger, menthol, mint, hot sauce, whatever else you can think of. spanking it with a spiked paddle, maybe pushing some thumbtacks in for fun.
Finally letting you start pushing the eggs out..doing so in front of an audience. Letting them watch and ridicule you as you try desperately to push the slippery eggs further down. every time youre close to pushing one out I start spanking you again so you clench, making it even harder to push them out. If one of them is smushed I punish you more. I keep track of how many should still be inside. eventually telling you theres still 1, but you cant feel it. desperately pushing and pushing, your muscles getting soooo tired. Eventually the pain and pushing finally causes you to prolapse.
Everyone cheers, what you didnt know is that I told everyone they could play with your prolapse if you managed to push it out. so now youvr got an whole audience eager to punish that weak little ass of yours. of course, that last egg? never existed, you'd already pushed everything out but, how else was I gonna get you to push out your own prolapse! Have fun with everyone using your ass meat as a pincushion/garbage bin/punching bag ā„ļø
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imagining trying to birth those jello eggs so hard that my ass just falls out in front of a whole crowd.
i want greedy, lecherous hands groping my newly exposed assflesh that's sooooo so sensitive out hurts!
now the whole room is free to use my sloppy ass as they like. rubbing and pulling on my weak prolapse so it slides out even more, and taking turns fisting random objects into me for me to push out again. i want my holes reduced to entertainment for strangers to ruin
Cage my cock and plug me up. Have me strip down to nothing but a collar and a leash. Have me on all fours as we go for a walk. Take the plug out at the dog park and let other pets use me like a breeding bitch. Make me service you while they fill me. Plug me when weāre done to keep all the cummies in.
Call me a good girl, and give me pets as we walk home. Empty your bladder into my mouth when I get thirsty. Treat me as a cumdump and piss toilet.
pussy jobs with a man twice your size; hands pressing your hips hard into the mattress, so that way there's no escape from the ruthless rutting of his hips between your soaked, sloppy lips
Anonymous: 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 doesnāt 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 doesnāt 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 hostās 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 canāt make a sound, but heās in more pain than heās 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.
Heād almost forgotten about the third slime, but it makes its presence known by delicately exploring his outer ears. He knows what itās 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 slimesā 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 theyāre finished first. Their withdrawal hardly seems to make a difference in the boyās swollen state - they trail hundreds, even thousands of eggs in their wake, making sure every inch of their victimās 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 doesnāt care. Heās 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. Heās 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, theyāre not going to leave him pregnant - the slimes already did that. Heās 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.
i love free use/group sex fantasies, where youāre nothing but a communal toy with no owner for anyone to use, but can we talk about how much hotter it is to practically be on loan by your partner?
your dom handing you out to whoever they choose, watching as you eagerly take cock after cock just because they let others use you. not letting anyone else call you ātheir pet,ā ātheir toy,ā ātheir slut.ā you are a toy, but you only belong to them.
praise being sent to your dom instead of you, saying how they trained you well and that they should be proud of how good you are at taking cock. your dom setting rules for those who use you ā like no cumming inside, no marks, etc. just to remind everyone that no one else will get to own you like they do.
and at the end of the day, no matter how many people you have inside you, how many people get off on you, youāll go home with them and know youāll always be their toy, their plaything, only theirs to give away.
"the appeal of fucking zombies is the maggots" counterpoint: there is also great appeal in the idea of their dead flesh sloughing off inside of you as they thrust
TRUE š„°š„°š„°
big horde of zombies with rotting cocks and infested balls mindlessly pumping into a ruined cunt, spurting festering chunky loads of maggots and solidified cum up into that unprotected womb and leaving behind clumps of skin and flesh for the grubs to eat...maybe there's a few that have almost decayed entirely that leave what's left of their infested maggoty cocks behind in their poor victim, and those wads of flesh get fucked up into their womb by the next dozen zombies...wonder how long it would take to put a whole person's worth of rotting flesh in there š„°
Iād love to pump your tits and stretch them to become new holes for me to play with. Aphrodisiac injections that keep you just on the razorās edge of pleasure and pain so that your body canāt decide whether to jerk away from my touch or press closer, even the slightest brush against you overwhelming.
Maybe Iāll flip a coin to see how nice Iāll be to you. Head for nice, tails for torture. Both are for my pleasure, anyway.
I do enjoy the nice days, you know. When I get to tie you up in ropes that frame your tits, ropes that get tighter the more swollen they get. Sucking and gnawing on your puffy nipples, swirling my tongue around them and thrusting against them like Iām trying to get inside. Days like this where youāre in bliss, soft and pliant under my hands and mouth, your slutty virgin tits throbbing in time with the blood in your straining, plugged cock.
But I like the painful days better, and I know you do too, no matter how much you pretend you donāt. When I pull out all my shiny metal toys to start the agonizingly slow and painful process of turning your tits into fuckholes. Starting with thin blunt needles that I still have to work to push into your nipples, holding vibrators to them to desensitize you just enough. Then a custom dilation device I had made just for you, cold metal that hooks into the tiny opening left behind when I pull the needles out.
I crank it open a little too fast to hear you choke on the pain, just so I can soothe your holes with my tongue. Even that hurts, the way I shove my way in, sucking hard and slurping on your poor raw holes, but like always I canāt help myself from tasting the holes I ruin. I get a hand around your tit to knead, sucking and sucking and sucking, and wouldnāt you know it, the aphrodesiacs are working so well that youāre lactating. Not very much yet at all, which makes it all the more painful that I donāt stop until Iāve had a good mouthful or two.
Unfortunately I donāt think youāre able to take the milking machine today, so to keep your nipple holes open Iāll stuff them with vibrator eggs - deep enough that they canāt fall out, but still big enough that your nipples canāt close around them and stay slightly gaped. I donāt want you to lose all the good progress weāve made. The milking pump was already set up though, and I donāt want to put it away without using it, but I think theyāll fit nicely around your neglected balls and asshole. Iāll even turn up the suction for those since youāre used to them, and come back to work on your nipples some more when youāre begging for relief and the wet mess of your precum and asshole slime are the same volume as the milk I hope to get out of you next time.
(I wonder when youāll realize the coin I usually use is weighted to always land on tails <3)
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I've always wanted my nipples to be turned into nothing but fuckholes.
starting from nothing but the tiniest budding nipples, but my chest swells through the rope, putting them on display for your treatment.
some days its pumps and some days it's needles, my teats swelling with aphrodisiac and rushing blood until they're totally out of proportion to the rest of my chest.
flick them to show how they bounce under their own weight and watch me cringe from shame while my eyes still roll back from how good it feels. just from that, you know my tits were made to be fuckholes. plug my cock to remind me which holes really matter, and that i won't be getting pleasure from anywhere else until my breasts are trained to your liking.
fuck i ache for your cruel mouth on my nips, sucking my aerola all plump and pinching my nipples intil milk is beading and if you're really mean then chewing me until my tits are purple with bruises.
i can beg and protest all i like but with my milk flowing eagerly when you bully my tits open shows how i really feel. your mouth violating my nipplehole becomes a comfort after hours of stretching with hard metal. thank you for giving me a new set of fuckholes and making sure i dont forget all of me deserves to be stretched and humiliated for your pleasure.
the milk pumps that belong on my undeveloped teats sucking at my asshole and heavy balls, making them even more deformed and vulgar. i try to keep my sobs of pleasure under control while I'm stretched, in case you like it sooo much you buy another pair of pumps.
Tentacle monster that hides itself inside of a āshellā to perfectly imitate a human. It looks, feels, talks, moves, and acts like a human, if only a pretty big and tall one. It goes to work, has its own place, runs errands, and socializes.
But it might get you alone and split its shell open for all its tentacles to fly out. Binding to keep you from running, caressing your body and fucking every hole youāve got for hours on end. If youāre lucky, when itās finished itāll secrete a substance to knock you out and make you forget about the last few hours, leaving you somewhere and pretending it had nothing to do with your mystery ordeal
But if youāre unlucky (or I guess lucky based on your perspective), itāll decide it likes you a bit TOO much, sealing its shell with you inside of it with no problem thanks to its size. As it goes back to its daily life, no one will suspect a thing while its tentacles violate all your holes 24/7. Even if you tried to scream, what little sound you could get past the tentacle in your throat will be muted by its shell. The people just inches away from you on the train wonāt hear a thing
You can feel vibrations passing through its tentacles as it talks and laughs. Hear the rumbling and squelching around you as it digests its food. Feel its form shift and bend as it moves about. Your entire world is this monster now, both inside and out
Im thinking about this again, and possible outcomes to this scenario. How long it would last if it decided to keep you, and what would come of it
Option 1: Just a few days. When itās satisfied, itāll knock you unconscious to spit you out somewhere (maybe in your own home). Youāre confused, delirious and disoriented, barely able to remember what happened. The several days of being used by tentacles is clear in your memory, but itās hard to recall when it started and you have no idea how you got back. If you happen encounter the monster again, you wonāt suspect a thing from that person whoās seemingly normal in every way
Option 2: Weeks to months. As time goes on, youāll barely be able to think about anything other than the tentacles. Touching you, filling your body, writhing and squirming so deep inside against places that were never meant to be touched like that. At some point youāll probably stop struggling. Losing track of time when every day youāre ravaged by tentacles from the inside out until you pass out. Then youāre woken by the same thing, never ending. When it finally spits you out, itāll probably be a lot harder to return to normal life. If you encounter the monster again, maybe youāll feel something strange in your gut. You donāt have proof that itās them, but you fear having your body violated when you get too close. Or maybe youāre aroused by the thought now, body aching at how empty it feels
Option 3: If itās keeping you for significantly longer, itās probably gonna keep you forever. Maybe it could have chosen you as its mate. You have no idea how long youāve been in here, because the passage of time hasnāt mattered in who knows how long. Itās just tentacles all over you. But then things start to feel different. Your abdomen feels so full. Somethingās wriggling inside that isnāt attached to the rest of the tentacles touching you. If youāre still able to think hard enough, maybe you can realize that the monster impregnated you. Youāre feeling its babies growing inside your womb. Maybe when itās time for the babies to be born, the monster might go to the privacy of its home open its shell. The tentacles restraining you kept you from touching your belly, and the darkness in the shell kept you from seeing it. You had no idea how big youād gotten until you see it now, absolutely huge and visibly writhing with the shapes of hundreds of tentacles. Just in time to see how you look before you give birth. Once theyāre all out, itās back into the shell with you. But who knows, now it might let you out from time to time so you can bond with your new family
Hmmm Souls guy getting raped by the Capra Demon and its dogs over and over again in that cramped little alleyway that someone at FromSoft had the audacity to call an arena. Limbs chopped off, ribs broken, internal organs bleeding from the three bestial cocks beings forced inside him over and over again, just so that the demon can force him again and again to chug an Estus flask in order to keep going. When the flasks finally run out and the warrior dies with one or more monster dog knots inside him, he awakens at the bonfire, hollowed of more than just his humanity.
my boyfriend uncages me for the first time in weeks to check "our" progress.
rubbing my cock after it's been crushed in that flat cage to see how reluctant it is to get hard now. even though it twitches into his hand. that earns a slap right to my cockhead. if I'm still that desperate for stimulation then we've still got a long way to go.
he never lets me enjoy the short minutes im allowed free from the tight cage.
he straddles my body as i lie there, his cunt hovering over my face while he inspects me. pulling and pinching my foreskin, laughing as he measures my length against his pinky finger. i can feel his breath against my cock and my hips start to rut.
it just makes him laugh at my desperation.
"you still remember how to thrust? i guess we'll have to train that out of you next."
he rolls my semi hard cock between his fingers and wags his ass over my face. im just inches from his cunt.
"you're never gonna be able to use it again. the sooner you forget how to, the better. if you need a distraction..."
i can see his plump cunt lips glistening and he smells of sweat. he doesnt hesitate to grind right down on my face, dragging his raunchy holes over my face.
i want him to pin me there under his ass, rim pressed to my lips and i start to make out with it almost automatically. he keeps toying painfully with my dick, making me wish he'd just let me forget about it.
i focus instead on licking his heady asshole and the way he sometimes grinds his cunt over my face. his breathy laughs against my dick leave no doubt he's really fucking enjoying himself like this, and i wonder how much longer he'll drag this out before cramming me back into my cage for another six months
Stop wearing shoes. You need to step in all the filth, the puddles in the bathrooms, and the trash. Hopefully you get some kind of worm too.
drag me into the public bathroom like that and force me to my knees so i can suck you off while kneeling in a piss stain. deliberately pulling out as you cum so it splatters on the floor and tell me to lick it up. what, did i think you'd let me waste your precious spend?
i lean down to lick at the floor when you force a boot on the back of my head to kick my face into the floor. grind the your sole on my cheek to rub my face into the spunk and filth.
if the floor isn't dirty enough to humiliate me you can make me lift my leg and piss like a dog so you can make me crawl through my own filth. what you do next is up to you. make me hump a urinal until i cum and piss myself, forcing me to clean up my mess with my tongue? or just chain me up beside them, ready for anyone to relieve themselves into my mouth or fuckholes.
you could even shove me into the garbage can, surrounded by reeking trash while passersby can shove more of it into my open holes. and i just have to live with any disease or infestation i get from that
Whoops sent the ask and then forgot to check back, anyways here's the bugfucking snuff (big warning I think it wound up being more snuff than bugfucking, so pls be warned, I'm just gonna send before I get cold feet)
They're kneeling, and their dom is behind them holding their head very steady. In front of them, a giant black wasp hovers in the air-- about the size of their head, with a nice sharp ovipositor.
The wasp is clearly observing them. Twitchy little movements in the air, as if puzzling out some sort of angle. It's a little scary, but they trust their dom, even when the wasp lands on their head. With the pointy legs digging into the sensitive skin of their scalp, the rear end is in full view right in front of their face. The ovipositor is unnervingly close to their eye. They feel like if they move even an inch they'll go blind, grateful for their dom's steady hands.
Nervously, they ask their dom if the wasp is actually going to hurt them. "Only for a second," the dom shushes gently, still holding their head firmly-- "Brain cells don't have pain receptors."
There is only a brief moment of fear and realization-- the wasp strikes and the ovipositor shoots through their eye, through their brain, straight to the back of their skull. It's more like a lobotomy than anything else, they're still conscious... until the wasp starts fucking them.
The dom's hands hold their head steady as the wasp's wings vibrate and it thrusts again and again and again and again, each thrust at a slightly different angle, each thrust causing a different twitch, a different loss of function. It keeps buzzing, thrusts faster, and then starts laying the eggs it's so desperately held onto.
Hundreds of tiny eggs fill the cavity that once held their brain, squeezing their way through the chunks and mush. It's a bit stereotypical, but their eardrums burst as the eggs force out everything else, their one intact eye "crying" gray matter.
They're going to be such a perfect mother for those little wasps. Their skull makes a perfect womb, sheilding those precious nymphs until they've eaten their fill, provided of course by the lovely mother's brain-- but they don't need to think to be bred, so that wasn't needed anyway.
The last thing they saw was the egg-crazed wasp, finally finding relief. The last thing they felt was their dom's dick, hardening at their pathetic, adorable little brain-fucked noises.
Wooooh love a good eyeball fleshlight
Eggs in the brain that eat your gray matter to make you dumber is good too
Best case scenario would be the dom fucking the eye socket after the wasp is done and maybe getting a few eggs stuck in their pisshole too. I'm imagining this is a guy who breeds giant snuff bugs so their balls might be swimming with all kinds of larvae to pump in there
castrating parasite mimic that looks like a strapon. whenever someone puts it on it permanently fuses to its new host's body, hijacks their reproductive system to fuel its production of slimy strands of eggs and makes it feel soooo good to fuck as many different people as possible. and nobody ever suspects anything because its not like strap can get you pregnant haha...
but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control
Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both
Trying to concentrate in a meeting while someone swirls their tongue around your nipples, maybe you're hooked up to an industrial strength milker, or someone is clearly fucking your tits, and you're just trying to stay still and quiet and not moan
have you ever thought about omega kaveh and omega reader becoming mommies together because it has been on my mind a Lot lately I need to get pregnant by him but also get him pregnant (its actually alhaitham that gets us both pregnant at the same time but we pretend bc its hot) and be making out sloppy style in our nest for 9 months straight like it's our job
iām not into mpreg personally but live your truth anon šāāļøšāāļø omega reader and omega kaveh should still absolutely make out tho i love thatā¦
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