Hi, Iâm Beep! Iâm a submissive puppy boy, and my dom/owner told me to make this account. Iâve been wanting to for a while and was just too nervous to do it.
Kinks:
-orgasm torture
-orgasm denial
-objectification
-monsterfucking
-tentacles
-bondage
-puppy shit (mostly just the language)
-possibly kidnapping?
-overstimulation
-generally pain and impact play, especially spanking. Punishment in general tbh
-power play
-size difference
-cnc but Iâm still coming to terms with that one
-other ones possibly, idk
Icks:
-spit, piss, scat, vomit, generally bodily fluids that arenât cum blood or tears are not my vibe
-ageplay, raceplay, etc
-detrans kink
Also, please do not flirt with me on here. I am not interested. I will be liberal with the block button, so no minors or dickheads thank you â€ïž
just need to be felt up at random times by a slightly sadistic partner. maybe theyâd reach under my shirt to tease and pinch my nipples when Iâm getting work done, or suck hickeys into my neck when Iâm washing the dishes, or brush my clit over my panties when Iâm trying to read a book. Every time, itâll be just enough to entice but not enough to satisfy, leaving me aching and begging for more before they laugh and tell me Iâm cute when Iâm desperate.
anyway ive been thinking about training someone on how to respond when i tell them "i love you" . instead of replying with "i love you, too" or whatever id train them to say "you love me!!"
really want to go to a party full of other puppies and bunnies and kitties while im in heat and let them use me and breed me and fuck me however they see fit to help their dumb little mutt<3
thinking about how sweet it would be to hold my boy while other doms touched and inspected him. having him in my arms while he squirms and whines because someone is gently sliding their fingers in him, praising him for being such a good pup while one is groping and slapping his ass, repeating back everything they say about him, "aw did you hear that darling? he said youd be fun to tie up and pump with cum for hours! isnt that nice? say thank you puppy", holding his face and kissing his cheeks while they rub his tdick, telling the other doms about how obedient and soft he is, feeling him melt under the praise while i talk about what a good boy he's been lately and how much i love owning him
They send me a remote controlled butt plug vibrator in the post and since I'm their little cam slut, I call them immediately. "strip to your boxers," they instruct me and I obey, tugging them up high on my hips and showing them the shape of my hard little cock through the fabric. "good boy, rub yourself while you set it up for me." I roll my hips against my fingers, dull friction making me harder and wetter and more excited for what's to come. I send them the control link and they smile, "good boy, now hold it against your little cock," I press it against my boxers and feel them active it, the vibration starting and making me moan desperately. "does that feel good?" they croon and I nod rapidly, "let's see how high this goes." They turn it up so high that it's hard to hold, I start panting, stomach clenching, grunting desperately, "please, please, please." They arch an eyebrow, "no, no cumming, not yet, it's got to be in your ass for that." They don't turn it down, watching as I writhe and breathe deeply, obediently holding it in place, "can-can I put it in my ass now?" I whine, and they tap their fingers on their lips, "yes, let's fill your slutty ass." They lean towards the camera, leering as I pull my boxers to the side, "not the plug, use your fingers, get yourself ready, I want three in that hole before we put that toy in." I groan as I frantically finger my ass open and stutter my hips against the vibrating plug. My cock is so hard that I can't take it, before I can stop myself, I cum with a yell and three fingers in my ass, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whisper and watch as their disappointment turns to delight, "well now I've got to punish you." They beam, "put the plug in your slutty ass, it's not coming out until I'm done with you."
What, until youâre a crying little mess in my lap about it? Until you donât know whether to tear yourself away or push that pretty ass back into my hand? Until itâs swollen and dripping and painful-red and too sensitive to touch, let alone fuck? Not that it would stop me. After how worked up I would get watching you shaking and sobbing over my knee, just accepting your punishment like the weak little thing you areâwhether you deserved it or not, you know I wouldnât be able to help from flipping you over and unloading in that beat-up wreck of a cunt. Good boy. Just take a little more for me.
Cw: non.con, object inser.tion, vines + b0ndage, idk if it counts as bre.eding but seed pods are involved, plant fucking, monster fucking/kelpie (so horse cock I guess), brief breath.p1ay, aphrodisiac/druggedish,
Back at it again with my usual levels of weird. Proceed with caution and mind the content warnings. Reader pov.
Imagine exploring a swamp or marsh your town claimed is haunted by an evil horse spirit. Trying to wade through a marsh thought to be inhabited by all manner of supernatural entities in an attempt to prove the town superstitions wrong
Pushing through curtains of vines and splashing through hip deep water, trying to find your way back out. Stumbling past walls of reeds and staring at impossibly large lily pads
Unable to keep your curiosity at bay when you spot a large field of some sort of pitcher shaped plant on meter long stalks, warm orange stripes catching the light in mesmerizing ways.
Realizing your mistake the second you're within reach of the odd plants and the cup sized openings began stretching towards you. Trying to turn back but feeling multiple plants latching onto your gear and clothing, reeling you deeper into the thicket.
Unable to keep them from tearing off chunks of clothing and your bag until you're exposed from your head to your ankles to the surprisingly strong flora.
The openings start suctioning over your chest, pressing against your neck, one huge one sucking its way up your thigh, detaching with loud sloppy popping sounds, until its finally hovering right between your legs.
That moments hesitation is the only warning you have before its pressed flush against you and your hips are rutting into its tight grip. The tight pressure feeling amazing while it starts gently pulling its pitcher head back and forth without letting up on the pressure.
Secreting what seems to be a sort of sensitizing lubricant from within the large flower head. Increasing the suction around you until you're aching and swollen from over.stimulation, shaking and trembling in the plants hold.
Your pleasure dizzy mind having trouble focusing on the fact that staying in this thicket for much longer will be too much for your swollen, pulsing body.
The tenacious heads latching onto your nipples and popping off one after the other as you begin an attempt to push through the stalks on shaking legs. The suction cups latching and detaching rapidly filling your mind with such a haze that you flop mindlessly to the ground as soon as you manage to pass the last of the sentient pitcher plants.
Eventually managing to raise your head and seeing that you've made it to the edge of a mutant tulip field.
(vines, aphrodisiak, + seed pod insertion past here)
Naked, dripping and trembling you brace your arms against the soft marsh grass, trying to push yourself up, only to feel something cold and unyielding circling your wrists and ankles
Pollen begins to tickle your nose at first before seeming to further cloud your mind when a soft red tulip smears the yellow powder against your lips.
The sentient forest vines begin spreading your now even more pliant body open, legs wide, and laying you on top of the soft flowers patch.
Planting leathery, plum sized, bumpy seed pods deep inside your pliant body. Pushing them in one after the other, each bump popping past your weak resistance making you tremble in its hold.
Filling you with a fluid as viscous as sap to keep it's seedlings inside long enough for them to sprout. Swelling lightly as the sticky fluid oozes further inside you, moaning at each additional spurt seals the seed pods deep inside you.
Feeling a twitching in your belly when the seedlings begin to sprout. The vines take notice immediately and your passed from vine to vine in a dizzy blur and when you're able to refocus on your surroundings you're back in the a thicket of sunset orange pitcher plants.
The large pitcher plant once again sealing around you hole before it began a gentle suction. The sap like fluid beginning to flow out of you and it removed the sap and sprouts while others once again pressed against your nipples.
Your pliant body hanging loose in the vines firm hold even after the last seed slips from your hole. Pollen still clouding your mind and keeping you suspended for reasons you couldn't understand.
(kelpie + horse stuff + breath.play)
Hearing the soft thump of foot falls to your right. Dragging your head up to blearily lock eyes with what could only be the kelpie of the marsh, spoken of around town in hushed tones.
The horse shaped creature was well known for its habit of luring travelers onto it's back so they may be carried to their unwitting, watery grave. Luckily, there are other ways they can transport people that doesn't end in death.
This particular one decides to rescue you from the forest plants by carrying you out of the marsh speared on its cock.
The massive thing slips into you easily after the days treatment. It thrusts a few time to ensure you're properly filled with it before it begins to a slow trot through the dense undergrowth.
Tired arms clinging to its underbelly as it submerged you each time it waded through a high marsh. Tossing its mane and thrusting into you when you tightened around it while struggling to hold your breath with a horse cock buried unfathomably deep inside you.
It simply sliding you off its cock before cvmming what felt like gallons on you. Feeling it pour out of your loose hole.
Watching as the kelpie disapears back into the fog while you wonder how to get back home..
How about an entrepreneurial doctor with very unique (and highly illegal) operations under his close watch. One is a behavioral health clinic with special long term care capabilities and multiple discreet sub-basements. Located in a state with massive bureaucratic oversight, it was trivial for the doctor to secure âpatientsâ who fell through the cracks. One such patient was admitted and quickly forgotten about before being shuffled into a new role as a cash cow for the clinic. Kept in the clinics lower basement, this patient was kept pumped full of fertility drugs and hormones and used as a surrogate for anonymous couples. Often carrying half a dozen infants at a time, usually overdue and oversized they feel like a mere accessory to their bloated womb. Immobile and helpless in the sub-basement, theyâre at the mercy of any staffer who wants to use and abuse their body, as well as any medical intern who wants to practice their skills.Â
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Ah, who gives a shit if itâs illegal? Without the needless bureaucratic complexity, itâs so much easier for this doctor to get some actual work done, unlike those useless clinics with too much regulation. Plus, the extra operations - the kind of things that would usually get the doctor arrested - are so lucrative that itâs easy for him to pay off anybody who might be trying to look too closely.
That means itâs easy for him to keep one of his âpatientsâ locked away in a solitary room, under the influence of various fertility and hormone treatments to increase the viability of any embryos that they might carry - and carry they do, indeed. If a couple is having trouble conceiving, even with standard treatment methods, the doctor can reliably promise them a child through various means. Even genetic material can be taken from one or both parents to ensure some blood relationship, if that part is really important to the customers in question, but if not, itâs a simple matter of knocking up the hyperfertile test subject with yet another baby on top of the three (or four or five) already in their womb.
Strapped down and hooked up to various lines for drug administration, this patient remains heavy, immobile, swollen so large that they look almost like a caricature of pregnancy. At the beginning, they took comfort in the fact that they would only have to carry so much at one time - but the drugs they were given quickly wiped that hope from their mind. Their womb is so accepting of new occupants that they can easily be knocked up with six babies at a time, all squirming, kicking, fighting for space. It doesnât help that they have to give birth so often - once every couple of months, sometimes twice in a month, it all depends on when they were last bred.
Sometimes itâs the staff who takes advantage of them. Being tied up and naked at all times, gagged and bound, makes them a prime target for anyone with some steam to blow off. The doctor ensures that his facility is staffed with people that donât have the morals to care about what happens, and also people that could produce babies with traits usually sought out by people asking after his services. Sure, he has other staff, but only a few that pass his tests are allowed to breed the patient. Thatâs why he picked this particular subject out, in fact - they had enough suitable traits on the outside that he thought it was worth testing their genes, too. When they came through with parameters in a great range, it was a simple choice to make. He treats the patient like a breeding sow, like a bitch in a puppy mill, just there to churn out baby after baby after baby.Â
Heâs authorized to take on medical students who need some extra learning hours, too - and that gets him extra funding from the state. If he knows he can trust these students, he allows them access to the shady underbelly of his business, and that includes the patients locked away in distant rooms. The hyperfertile patient is regularly subject to examinations from strangers with gloved hands, feeling out their belly, spreading their well-bred and used cunt open wide, sometimes adding another load of their own. Often, theyâre just seen as a medical novelty or a point of fascination until the student leaves and someone else comes in to knock them up again.
Even if theyâre at maximum capacity, itâs not uncommon for someone to use their cunt for stress relief. Multiple staff members do get off on breeding them, but for some, itâs enough just to have a pregnant toy to use, so full and swollen, changed by the cargo they didnât ask for. Sometimes a staff member just masturbates onto their taut belly, turned on by the pregnancy aspect on its own, and leaves without cleaning up after themselves. One of the others or a medical student will sometimes wipe away the resulting spatter of seed, but the patient is more than used to cum drying on their skin.
The patient doesnât know how long theyâve been down here, or how long theyâll remain. They donât know if the doctor ever plans to let them go. Bearing down on another infant that doesnât belong to them, all while some random members of staff watch and jack off, itâs difficult for them to even remember who they used to be before all of this.
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Bonus: A submission from the same user along related lines with more content!
