Theres a parasite inside you. You dont know where it came from, but its invaded your womb and made a home there. It grows eggs, it makes your belly swell, it makes you lay them.
You scream as the egg travels through the tentacle, your ovipositor, your cunt. You shudder through the burn of your pussy stretching and youre helpless to do anything but take it.
The parasite is not you, but you can feel it. Its quite pretty, you think. Its purple with green and orange flecks, its bulbous head opens into a 4 petalled flower. Your cuntlips look pretty stretched around its textured base. It feels good to touch it, stroke it. It feels good to lay eggs.
You cant control it, but you can sort of ... make suggestions. You could think you want to lay eggs and it will happily oblige. You could think you want to stop laying eggs, and no, it doesnt agree with that one.
You try to catch your breath once the egg is out of your body, panting as you watch the ovipositor swollen with the egg, pushing it out.
You feel the pressure of another slowly starting to descend through your cervix. You could lay probably 5 a day, if you skip a day it would add up. And theyll have grown by then. Sometimes, masochistically, you wait on purpose. Sometimes, sadistically, the parasite makes you wait.
Maya grins and drags your shorts down. On her knees in front of you. Your heart jumps, she is gorgeous. Holding eye contact - her perfect green eyes - she drags her tongue across your wet slit. You gasp, this summons the parasite.
It burrows through your cunt to reach her. You groan with pleasure and fall back on your elbows as its head pushes out of you, and opens like a flower. Maya gasps with excitement, watching it as it watches her. Youre struck with the oddest feeling of being cucked, somehow by your own cock. She strokes you and wraps her lips around your cock and you shiver with delight - but this is between her and the parasite.
"I want inside me" she says, she commands. With two fingers she spreads open her pussy for us to see. "Breed me, get me pregant, stuff me with those eggs!" Ohhhh god the parasite quivers inside you.
You grip the base tightly, hesitating. But her legs are wide open so invitingly. The parasite strains against your hand, reaching for her core. It slams an egg through you, you shriek and fall on top of her as it rams against your own cuntlips. Maya moans happily as the parasite quickly makes itself at home. She strokes you face and whispers delighted thanks, but she cant feel the egg yet.
Youre sure its punishing you as it drags the egg slowly and makes you feel like the stretching will never end. Maya is certainly being rewarded, she has stars in her eyes as it would be rumbling against her gspot, needing her to cum before it opens up her cervix. Youre both gasping for air, but she is cumming on the deft tentacle and you are egg bound.
She wraps her legs around your waist. Your bucking desperately to make the egg move, to get past the widest point youve been stuck on. You sense through the parasite that its anchored itself right where it wants to be. It pulls you against her wetly and finally she gets her first taste of the egg, widest point bulging out of you and narrow end starting to push her open. You hate how hot that is, still rutting desperately, your clit against hers. She misreads you, gripping your neck and your hip she grinds harder to make you cum. Her green, commanding eyes tell you what she wants from you.
You shudder as you cum, pleasure and stinging pain shooting through every nerve. It finally releases the egg. Though brutally large, the parasite is kind to her. It slips through her quickly, she briefly gasps in pain and it quickly does something inside her that makes her cum.
"Give it to me," she begs.You sense when the egg is released inside of her, a strikingly intimate thing to feel while making eye contact. "Ohhh, yesssssss!"
The parasite is cruel to you and forces your pussy to stretch with 2 or 3 eggs, forcing as many as it can from your womb into a narrow space.
Every breath she takes is ragged and hard, stuffed as full as she is.
"Thats ... thats the last one" you gasp as you feel the parasite is retreating. You can see her eyes shining with lust. Her belly is huge, you can see it shifting slowly. Meanly you wish you could make her take more, bigger ones might have made her at least apologetic for demanding this of you. You rub your belly feeling just a couple more still growing inside you.
The ovipositor drags back through your bruised cunt. It pops out of Mayas cunt and she sighs happily. An egg that just wont fit in her womb immediately pushes up against her pussylips; the blunt, white end opening her back up. She moans and rubs her clit, trying to see. You get up, find a large square mirror and settle it in front of her so she can see her pussy still belongs to the parasite.
She groans and pushes, her whole belly shifts as she tries to get it out. You rub her clit, never having seen someone else do this. She is so wet, her eyes glued to her own pussy in the mirror. Its when she cums that she is able to push it out.
The parasite, slick from Maya, pushes lazily into your ass. You whimper, too drained to even consider fighting it. Maya leans over to look, she sees your fat purple tentacle connecting your dripping cunt and tight ass, she sees the swelling of eggs travelling through and hears you groaning as it slowly stuffs the rest of its brood into you. She all but has heart eyes as she roughly pulls you down next to her. Gripping your hair she forces you to watch the mirror: your tentacle punishing your ass and her cunt bulging with another egg.
"These eggs better be fertile" she hisses, kissing and biting your ear and neck. "You better make me pregnant!"
Its a week later, and youre laying eggs from your ass. You havent done this before. You have to push of your own strength. You feel so fucking stretched. Its kind of nice to be in control of pushing them out, instead of the tentacle forcing you to take it.
Your phone glows, Maya's texted you. She had laid the rest of her clutch this morning. You hope she was right, that they were fertile so she can have a parasite too. You remember her, heavily pregnant with your eggs. You imagine one of her clutch burying itself deep inside her and a parasitic cock emerging from her pretty cunt.
You shiver with thrills at the idea of it. Otherwise, youll just have to keep trying.
Ugh I love pregnant businessmenā¦ really like the idea of a high level exec with like 800 important projects frantically waddling around in a shirt like four sizes too big for him but the buttons are still straining around the torpedo triplet belly that enters rooms long before the rest of him. Everyoneās afraid to question him but they canāt help but stare at his visibly contracting belly, and he tells them yeah yeah he was supposed to have had the kids and be on paternity leave already, but itās fine, he has so many loose ends to tie up!
He arrived at work at 7AM sharp with the labor suppressants on hand but he hasnāt taken them yet cause theyāre an extreme measure. So even though he keeps having to stop during conversations to lean on tables and groan his way through brutal contractions, he still doesnāt think itās time for the pills. Heās coated in sweat and idly circling his hips as he talks to coworkers, trying to find a way to stand where the lowest babyās head doesnāt feel so heavy.
Heās touching base about his most important project at 10:00AM when he starts to feel the need to push. But he justā¦ doesnāt. Resists it even though it makes him feel squirmy and uneasy and like he wants to scream. Mumbles, āDonāt push, dooonāt pushā to himself as he tries and fails to jog to his office after, too bow-legged by the feeling that a head is about to fall out of him.
He manages to duck into his officeās private bathroom and get his pants off before his water breaks. But when he examines himself in the full length mirror, he finds the first baby already making a bulging dome of his pussy, and resigns himself to pushing it out. He leans back on a chair he brought in for this purpose and watches his cunt slowly flex open with each push, shuddering at the sight. The pressure makes his meta cock stand up, making it look as huge and swollen as it ever has.
After a good half hour of watching the head bob closer and closer to its widest point before sinking back in, it finally stays, spreading his hole in a tight crown. He throws his head back and groans in pain, toes curling as he drags his fingertips delicately over his taut cunt lips. He massages his perineum and applies counter pressure as the head slowly, slowly teases him, always looking ready to pop out. Finally it bursts out, and he yelps, shuddering. He delivers in a few more pushes.
By 11, heās sent his first baby on its way with one of the nannies heās had on standby and is ready to jump back in to his schedule. He tosses back a dose of labor suppressant pills before he goes, and they work like a dream. The contractions ease up enough that theyāre practically background noise, only the pressure of a low head occasionally reminding him that birth is imminent.
He works all the way until 4PM before the pressure starts to be too intense to think through, and he decides he should probably at least check whatās going on down there. He steps into the empty office of someone who went home early and reaches into his pantsāonly to find a head peeking out into his underwear! It thrills him almost as much as it annoys him; they should really have a warning on the label if the pills canāt handle a birth canal thatās already opened for another baby.
Oh well. Nothing for it. He limps back to his office and drops into a squat as soon as he closes the door, groaning at the relief of his pelvis flaring open. He hisses through his teeth as the head surges forward, stinging his cunt, and cups his bulging lips, exhaling shakily as he tries to massage them. The positioning just happens to make his palm into a nice little divot for his swollen cock to rub against, and he feels it going rock hard as his cunt grows round and heavy with the barely-held head. He keeps it there, rocking his hips and massaging for a long while before finally the pressure is unbearable, and he starts to push.
He crowns quickly, and this time as he tends to his stretched lips, he circles his fingertips around his perked cock every once in a while, too, teasing it. When he births the head, the release of pressure almost feels like something more, so much so that it leaves his cock pulsing and tender to the touch. But he leaves the poor little thing lonely while he guides his second baby out, easily pushing out one shoulder and then the other.
After another nanny from his team whisks away the new child, and he rubs the limp, heavy shape of the one remaining in his womb. He glances at his watch, seeing itās only a bit after 4:30. The pills might not be enough to get him through the business dinner tonightāhors d'oeuvres will start at 5:00, main course at 6:00, and the execs will probably want to stay for coffee after the sales guys leave, so that could go to 9 or 10, easy. And with his birth canal now twice-loosenedā¦ he needs something more.
He unlocks the special drawer of his desk and hums thoughtfully as he surveys the contents. His selection of toys has seen a lot of use during his pregnancy; sometimes nothing can satisfy the hormones like wearing a vibe all day or sitting on a dildo during a video call. But one item that hasnāt seen much use is a massive plug. He intended to use it to stretch himself out before the births, but his one attempt to get it in had failed after over an hour of trying. Now, thoughā¦
He spreads his legs, and gently holds his tender, birth-stretched lips back. He had to give up at 3/4ths of the way inside when he first tried it, but this time the plug glides easily to that depth. His aching birth canal clutches at it, and he rolls his head back, squirming in exquisite pain. With slow, gentle screwing motions back and forth, he works the plug in. Itās massive, but it still feels small compared to a head.
āCome on,ā he moans, ācome on, cāAH!ā His body jerks as the plug pops inside, settling happily beyond the still remarkably elastic muscles around his opening, nudging heavily against his poor cervix. He cringes and squirms a little, feeling something almost like suction as his dilated cervix flexes around the blunt nose of the toy. āOhhh fuckā¦ā
Itās massive. His overused cunt stings around it and the discomfort of it peeking into his womb makes him feel almost sick, but he knows one thing for sure: that baby isnāt going anywhere while heās plugged like this.
He staggers to his feet, and spends the whole time getting ready for the dinner groaning loud and long as the plug shifts inside him, its weight bullying his cunt for every moment. His little cock tents his briefs, standing so hard that he can even see it through his slacks, though he doubts anyone else would notice, especially beneath the shadow of his still-huge belly. Though heās pushed out two of the triplets now, his womb still feels half-full, maybe more.
Heās still big enough that no one at the dinner seems to suspect that heās already started delivering. They can tell heās close, what with the slow, wincing, wide-stanced way that he walks, and how he canāt stop shifting when seated, but no one bothers him about it as he keeps his spirits high and the subject on business.
After it takes two employees to help him groan himself to his feet, he waddles heavily into the bathroom to check the plug. Thereās so much pressure that he isnāt surprised when he sees his crotch bulging obscenely low, so stretched that itās shaped like a head is halfway out of him even though thereās barely a glimpse of the dildoās silicone between his puffy red lips. He shudders and strokes his perked dick, eyes rolling back at its sheer sensitivity.
Though he could spend hours touching his birth-swollen cunt, he knows the other execs are waiting for him in the lounge. Heās shuffling slow with a hand to his back and his hips heavily forward when he joins them. Without the employees to behave for, half the exec board is coming over to tease him about how close he looks, and tell him he really should be in the hospital, and feel his still-shockingly-taut belly beneath his straining shirt. He indulges in their attention, subtly rocking his hips to feel the massive plug.
But soon, too soon, he feels the breath-stealing cramp of a head splitting his cervix. His cunt lips sting, cupped between the weight of his plug-deformed pussy and the crotch of his slacks.
With ties loosened around the room and more than a little of someoneās flask of whiskey shared between most of the execs, theyāre bolder in watching him. One of the board members reclines on a couch, trailing fingers over the stark line stretching the crotch of his slacks. The vice president of marketing sits on the arm of a chair, her sharp pencil skirt hiked halfway up her thigh and her hips rolling against the upholstery.
Itās the CFO who finally approaches him.
āWhatās this?ā His deep, cool baritone makes the pregnant man shudder, and thatās before the heavy hand with the Rolex on the wrist cups his bulging crotch. āThe headās coming?ā
āNo.ā He groans and lets his head fall back, settling his weighty cunt in this powerful manās hand. āHeadāsā¦ in my cervix. Mmh.ā The suppressant is beginning to wear off, the single steady cramp heās felt all around his pelvic cradle tightening into something with more promise. āOhhhhā¦ā
āThen whatās this?ā The CFO gently hefts the weight in his hand, and the laboring exec moans wretchedly.
āOhhh, fuck. Itās- a plug. Itās plugging me up. Keeping the baby in. But- I feel it coming.ā Before he knows whatās happening, his cunt bulges and the plug presses firmly against the CFOās palm. āOh- fuck, Iām pushingā¦ ohā¦ā
The CFO makes a low, purring sound. He strokes the straining pussy in his hand. āWhy donāt you show us, baby?ā
His head spins, the burn in his pussy increasing as he pushes the head firmly into his cervix. The contraction passes, leaving him gasping, swaying his hips, groaning. The CFO, still holding him by the bulge of his crotch, guides him by the plugged pussy to an ornate rug in the middle of the room. He unbuttons the laboring execās slacks and tugs them down, along with his soaked underwear.
āCome on, be a team player and show us.ā
His cock aches as he sinks shakily to his knees. As a contraction grips his lower back, he groans and falls forward onto his hands, leaving his bare pussy upturned between his legs, showing the room how it stretches obscenely around the massive plug. The whole room watches as more and more black silicone inches out.
āHoly shit, he really plugged his cunt up,ā someone says.
The exec in the pencil skirt draws a knee up and lets a hand fall between her toned thighs, openly circling two manicured nails over the seam of her pantyhose. āHe likes it. Being good and plugged for us this whole time.ā
With a wrung-out moan, he releases the push, shuddering as he feels his lips suck the plug back in. He rocks in place, limbs trembling as the muscles in his lower body remain seized tight around the head in his cervix.
Heās still catching his breath when his belly tenses towards him again. He gasps, disoriented by how quickly that came on, what was that, a minute? 30 seconds?
āItās coming,ā he groans as his cunt squeezes uselessly around the plug. āThe babyās coming, I need to push it outā¦ā
āHm.ā Footsteps behind him. Then, a playful tap on the base of the plug, barely a nudge but still enough to make him whimper and jerk away from the stimulus. āWell,ā says the CFO, āI guess you need to push out this plug, first.ā
The thing is, he could reach around and get the plug out of his own pussy if it came to it. There is no actual reason to continue to endure this pain, the gut-twisting discomfort of being blocked from birthing.
But his cock is so hard.
Panting, he hangs his head and pushes.
Though the plug is a bit smaller than the heads heās already crowned today, the base is so unforgivingly flat that every time he gets close to expelling it, his burning, swollen cunt lips just wonāt relinquish the corners. He can feel his cunt bulging out far, so stretched that he realizes with a lurch of twisted heat that it will never be the same after this.
And every time the plug sinks back in, the corner drags over his gspot, making his engorged cock jump at the peak of his yawning cunt.
He pushes for a long time, until his whole body quivers and drips with cold sweat. He manages to push the babyās head through his cervix, but that only forces it in alongside the plug, making him wail as the plug wedges at an angle against the wall of his birth canal, straining it well beyond its ability and forcing his opening to stretch abruptly to the left.
āAUGH!ā He sounds like a kicked dog, his voice coming in rasping barks and whines. āFuck, I need it out, I need it out, the head, the headā!ā
āAw,ā says the CFO, pulling out of the drooling minor exec whoās been choking on his cock, āitās okay if you canāt do it. You should have told me it was too big.ā
He pants, feeling the part of the child still in his womb bounce with his aching abdominal muscles. His cunt twitches futilely. Then, when a contraction comes, he tucks his chin to his chest and lows as he pushes with everything heās got. The plug surges inside him, straining at his entrance for a second, two, threeā¦
āAaaaaAAAAUGH!ā A throat-tearing scream busts out of him just as the plug does. The hunk of silicone makes a thunderous noise when it hits the floor, and people around the room gasp and marvel at the sight of it.
The CFO laughs in delight and calls him a good boy, and he only half-listens, because the shoulders of his final baby just spread his cervix and the head is heavy in his cunt. After so much stimulation, the pressure of the skull on his gspot makes his cock so hard it stings.
āOhhhhhā¦ā he starts to rock on his hands and knees, swiveling his hips around. āOh, please. I need it. There, there, thereāā he babbles desperately to his own body as he tries to position it just right, chasing that swelling, pulling feeling beneath the pain, that release just a breath awayā¦
He contracts and screams as he pushes the head to a crown. āIām so full,ā he groans, āso full.ā He hears exclamations and expletives as everyone looks at his swollen pussy framing the perfect circle of the emerging head. āSo full, the pressure, itās so, itās soā¦ā He goes down on his elbows and keeps rocking, moaning brokenly as the position piles pressure on his gspot. His cock is a burning, pulsing point of sensation.
āOhhhh here it comes, here it comes, Iām gonna push it out, Iām gonna, Iām gonnaā!ā He goes lightheaded with effort and feels his cunt budge the head as it clenches, his cock tingling, and-
The sudden relief of birthing the head tips him over the edge, and he screams as he cums, rutting weakly in the air as his twitching cock goes overstimulated and untouched. It keeps washing over him, making him twist and grip at the carpet and keep pushing, and with a surge of agony and unbearable pleasure, he thrusts his hips back and cums out the shoulders.
He collapses with the baby still halfway in his cunt, eyelids fluttering, whole body pulsing. People are speaking to him, but he ignores them for the moment to enjoy the aftershocks; after all, his paternity leave has officially started.
wwait please say more about the being led around by the baby head sticking outā¦.that might be the hottest thing ive ever read in my life. the image of an overdue trans man waddling around whimpering and begging to push GOD š„“
Omg yeah itās so šµāš« Two scenarios that immediately jump to mind are:
Hardcore BDSM couple who purposefully go to the kink club when the sub goes into labor, and put him in a bodysuit so that every clench of his womb is highlighted in clinging latex, and no matter how hard he pushes, he canāt get past a crown. They start the scene with him locked into a chair with stirrups so everyone can see his cunt bulging and the head slowly stretching the latex between his legs.
But when he canāt push it any further, the dom gets him up and grabs him by bulge between his legs and pulls him along screaming and stumbling, then holds him in place by the pussy while strangers grope and rub off on him, or use his trembling hands. (His mouth is available too, but heās in so much pain that heāll definitely bite anything thatās forced in there ā¤ļø) When he finally safewords, the dom only has to unzip the first few teeth of the suitās zipper, and the latex suddenly fills with the shape of an entire head as the sub sobs and cums it out š„°
Second scenario (noncon warning):
A royal servant knocked up by the king is laboring hard through a difficult work day. He begs his supervisor to let him stop and give birth but she wonāt allow it, so he has to keep crawling along scrubbing floors while he starts to push, a rag in his mouth to muffle the screams. When his drenched trousers begin to swell with the emerging head, the supervisor scoffs at him and tells him to stop pushing, heās not being paid to give birth to some peasant bastard right now. He desperately sobs that this is the kingās child and begs to see the king, saying the king will want this child born. Scoffing, the supervisor says oh yeah? Weāll go test that.
At first she just has him following her to the throne room, but heās slow and bow-legged, practically limping, so her patience is already thin when she hears him grunting and turns to see that heās bent against a wall and started to push. The sight of him crowning into the trousers infuriates her, and she threatens him with all sorts of horrible things if he doesnāt stop pushing right now. He wrings out an agonized wail as he forces himself to stop, and starts hyperventilating from the pain of the crown, begging to be allowed to keep pushing. She just scoffs and drags him upright by the arm. She can still see the head making a disgusting spectacle between his legs, and in her fury she grabs him by the bulge of his crown and starts to pull him along. His screams echo down the halls, doors opening everywhere as people peek out to see what all the commotion is.
When they enter the throne room the king demands to know what is going on here. The supervisor uses the poor boyās bulging cunt to pull him to the floor, forcing him to kneel, then bows, herself, before explaining the situation. The king, of course, denies any parentage, smirking to himself as he remembers groping this servant boy and being delightfully surprised by the pussy he found, not wanting to pull out when he took it for his own because it felt so good.
But the king announces that he is benevolent, and that the servant may give birth to their shame. The servant sobs his thanks and grabs onto his own thighs as he curls over his tightened belly and screams, finally birthing the head into his trousers. He pants and wheezes while the child turns inside him, everyone in the room scoffing and muttering to each other how uncouth and perverse such a thing is, a man giving birth, in front of the king no less. When he finally screams out the shoulders, the heavy shape of a babe drops into his fluid-limp trousers, and he kneels there trembling.
Watching all of this, the king grins, and any who look closely would see the royal tabard tented, his majesty aching to claim the pussy that just produced his bastard heir. He gravely remarks on all of the crimes the servant has committed in this matter: sexual indiscretion, insubordination against a palace supervisor, sexual perversion, public indecency, slander of the king, and sullying the royal hall with something so crass as the blood and waters of his womb. But, the king says, he is merciful, and instead of the mutilation and imprisonment earned by these crimes, he will allow the criminal to serve his sentence in the kingās harem.
The servant nods miserably and thanks the king for his mercy, knowing in his gut that the king loved all of this, and wants to torment him through births like this over and over until his body gives out.
Now for a completely different cock birth flavor. Mommy-to-be reclined in a birthing pool with relaxing music and candles everywhere, doing her slow Lamaze breathing while her wife murmurs words of encouragement in her earā¦ her belly poking out of the water, tensing hard every few minutes. And beneath it, rising to kiss her linea nigra as itās drawn up with each contraction, swollen her girl cock pulses with preparations of its own. Itās huge, stretched over the course of weeks as fluid has built up inside, rendering it an angry purple thatās raw to the touch. Soon, her slit will spread and pour forth her broken water, leaving a narrow birth canal from her womb to her tip. It will take her hours, perhaps even days of pushing for it to stretch enough to admit her baby, but sheās ready.
Actually I am so enchanted by the thought of her cock preparing for birth in the final few weeksā¦ starting out just being a little sensitive and then getting more and more swollen until itās just as fluid-bloated and hard to the touch as her engorged breasts. Itās so full that it just hangs heavily, and she has to be sooo careful about it when she walks, lest she jar it too hard with her leg or pinch it between her thighs.
In public, people see the weighty bulge tucked gingerly into her pant leg and give her a knowing smile, with experienced mothers sometimes giving it a little stroke and guessing the number of days until she delivers based on its firmness.
At home, she lets it breathe without all that fabric on the painfully sensitive skin, and her wife sometimes gets cuteness aggression from how helpless and maternal it looks rocking slowly side to side with each waddle, in sync with her belly. Once she even tries to suck her off, though the poor pregnant mommy ends up in tears at just the sensation of her wifeās tongue laving at her bloated cockhead.
Boy waddling across stage at graduation in a gown that clings tightly to his pregnant belly and hides the deanās baby crowning between his bowed legs. send post
been thinking about this scenario for a while, so...
imagine two hot nasty guy roommates; they're friends with benefits so they fuck a lot (but just as bros you know). they're really nasty and are totally okay with nasty stuff, farting, pissing, shitting, etc. one night they're fucking, that position of like the top laying down and the bottom straddling him but he's getting fucked, not riding. while being pounded he starts feeling like he wants to fart so he tells his roommates "wait wait, I gotta fart, pull out real quick", so he does and starts to let out loud, long and wet farts like that, still in that position. his roommate's dick twitches to the sound. he has his hands on the other's ass and can feel his buttcheeks trembling from the farts.
"ok I'm done" so he sinks back into his roommate's cock and they continue fucking for a while. after some time his roommate starts to feel something mushy against his cock head as he's fucking him, so he asks (while pounding) "gotta poop?" very casual and nonchalant. so the bottom guy nods a little and says "fuck I think I do, yeah" before tucking his head on the other's neck, breathing heavily from the pounding. his roommate slows down the thrusts and slips out of his hole again, he notices the head of his cock is just a little brown-ish from the poop inside and tells the other "go poop over there real quick" pointing towards the corner of the room with his head. the bottom guy just breathes out a tiny "okay", already feeling the pressure of the poop in him.
he goes to the corner, squats down on the floor facing the bed so his roommate can see his face, and starts pushing. he grunts a bit and scrunches his face while at it but it's low-key a cute expression. the thick mushy but still solid/consistent log starts to come out, and it's one of those long ones, just keeps coming out in one long snake. it's a lot, it starts to pile a bit, forming a little mountain of poop. after it comes out, he pushes a bit more and another log comes out, this time more rigid and regular sized, it comes out with a loud fuming fart, shooting the log down fast on top of the mushy brown mound of poop. he lets out a few more loud farts before he's done. he sighs in relief and gets back up, going back to bed where his roommate is waiting him while stroking his cock. they go back to fucking like nothing happened, while the big pile of poop sits in the corner waiting to be cleaned up.
I just love how they're lazy and wanna fuck so bad that they rather poop right then and there so they can keep fucking immediately rather than go to the bathroom. the casualness of it all makes it all so hot to me šš¤¤ kskskksk
daaaaamn anon this was a delight š„“š„“š„“ gotta go when you gotta go, right? doesn't matter if you leave a mess on the floor in the meantime š„µ
Causal messing without addressing has become more hot to me. Having a conversation and filling my panties? Not mentioning it and carrying on with the conversation ā thereās something hot about that ā¦
no dude of course i'm not jacking off to your massive engorged tits and hyper pregnant belly!! my hand is just down my pants cuz... it's cold! it's the same reason i can see your coke can nipples through your shirt! what do you mean it's july?
Youāve got me thinking thoughts about being a newly-turned hubull, freshly transformed with a hyper cock and balls I didnāt have before, set up to breed you for the first time. First time for me, I mean. They set me up with an experienced broodfather to ensure things go well. cumming hypersperm probably feels incredible, like it must be so relieving to push them out. Iād try to be careful and not get you *too* pregnant, itās the first time Iāve done this and I want to be considerate, but it feels so good I canāt stop and soon Iāve put a whole litter in you. Whimpering sorry as I stuff another load into you, you just feel too good around my new cock
Ohhhh yayyy I love tops that apologize and are a bit pathetic even but don't stop doing what they're doing. Fucking you senseless šµāš«
Finally getting your new fuck rod of a breeding bull cock and your cumtank balls to match. Wanting to use it but also being a bit unsure about it so they match you up with me. My own cocks hard and twitching below my soaking man cunt. As i'm leaning over/agianst a taller bar for me to hold onto during. My tail lightly swinging and one of my ears flicking while I smile at you over my shoulder. Asking you to breed me and knock me up goading you into tentatively giving me your new equipments virginity.
Moaning when you bottom out. My stomach bulged out obscenely to make room all while you turn my womb into your condom. Throbbing around the huge stretch but still pushing back against you while urging you to properly fuck me. Your balls churn loudly preparing to unload a heavy few gallons of hyper virile sperm. Having promised you'll not get me too pregnant- or go too rough before you'd bottomed out inside me. Having trouble sticking to your work when I make such hot noises and my hole and womb milk you for all your worth the entire time I'm breaking your new cock in for ya.
Flash forward to me laughing in a cum drunken daze when your balls churn up yet another oversized load to fuck and dump in my slutty cum dump womb. My gut huge and swaying beneath me. Almost touching the ground as I'm on unsteady knees while you have me cum again while overstuffed with your batter thick stud cum. The hyper sperm in my womb only thrash and shake my belly up more. Bulging out my belly skin like I'm already carrying your brats. My cum tank gut groaning when it's forced to stretch to hold another gallon of your cum.
Already pregnant with who knows how many of your brats but only getting more bred the more thick loads you keep fucking right into my womb.
Me cumming that much harder when you keep apologizing in my ear when you start jack hamming my hole yet again. Making cum spill out of my hole and making a sloppy mess out of it and my thighs. š
a thought iāve had for a whileā¦ maybe itās unrealistic but itās hot so idc :)
somebody struggling with constipation has been trying to shit for days, but just canāt.. until their asshole finally opens to let out the beginnings of a huge, thick log, and they feel the near-orgasmic relief of their hole being spread until they realize theyāre stuck. they try pushing it out as hard as they can, but itās just not coming out any farther ā and their sphincter muscles are stretched too much by the massive shit to even try and squeeze it enough to get it to go back inside or pinch it off. they panic, standing up and just feeling the thick turtlehead stick between their cheeks, no movement in or out. they try bearing down, but that doesnāt work either, and itās getting hard to ignore the rushing of heat to their crotch as they fully realize the extent of their predicament.
theyāre stuck with a near permanent turtlehead stretching and stimulating their asshole as they go about the rest of their day. the itching is terrible, and they resist scratching at their shit-laden cheeks for the majority of the day until itās evening, and they just canāt stand it anymore. the nasty, *hot* feeling of shit constantly poking out of their hole had them struggling not to touch themselves, and every time they sit down itās just a reminder of the nugget poking out, making brown stains on their nice white underwear with every shift and stride. as they finish up their last task of the day, they rush into the bathroom, furiously stripping and turning on the shower. they canāt keep their hands off themselves the second their underwear is gone, hiking a leg up onto a bar in the shower and immediately groping and rubbing at their slick crotch. as they touch, they feel the intense itch start again, right on their sore, stretched asshole ā still with a huge turd poking outā , and they canāt help but scratch and rub their crack, trying their best to avoid the dome of shit starting to steadily push itself out again. from the relief of the itch alone, they feel the beginnings of their orgasm, and redirect their hands again to their arousal. pushing as hard as they can, leg up on the wall, the shit starts to move productively once again, slowly snaking itself out of their crusted asshole and plopping onto the shower floor as they bring themselves to orgasm.
they shudder and pant as the hot, heavy logs flow out of them, the first few solid before an onslaught of softer shit overtakes them. as a full-body shiver wracks their body, their urethra opens and they unintentionally begin pissing themselves, their hand still rubbing even as rivulets of pee and near-liquid shit flow from both sides.
when writing scat/eprocto/etc., please describe what the hole is doing. is it clenching to hold back a huge fart, bulging as it struggles to contain a massive load thatās built up behind it, gaping from the giant logs youāve been pushing out, fluttering from the urge to shit getting stronger, starting to tighten up a bit as you feel rumbles rolling through your bowels and signaling an oncoming pooā¦
or is it opening just slightly to puff out little farts and reduce belly pressure, rippling like the mouth of a balloon as it honks out large farts, purring as your ass lets out long, rumbly farts that vibrate your cheeks, clenching tightly around a stubborn turd thatās hard and half hanging out of your ass, parting just enough to squirt out liquid waste in thin but powerful streams as it slowly lets out a bellyful of diarrhea
is it gurgling with a messy, muddy fart? honking dryly after emptying out a big, solid load? shrinking closed as you finally feel relief from blasting out a ton of gas? is it immediately stretching open as you relax your muscles and start to give birth to a fat turd that doesnāt even need to be pushed because your powerful, contracting bowels push it out for you? sputtering out uncontrollable machine gun farts as you struggle to hold in an urgent shit that canāt wait much longer?
