This is my introductory post. As a preface, I’m new to nsft tumblr.
Call me Nymph, I’m 21, a lesbian and I go by she/her. If I reblog something that you’d prefer I didn’t, just give me a DM and I’ll happily take it off my blog. I’ve got some harder kinks so TW/CW for this blog. I’m really bad at tagging so warning for poor/No tagging as well.
Some of my kinks include (but not limited to) CNC, free use and size kink.
My hard limits are scat, vore, and diapers- no judgement, just not into those.
The truth is that any amount of pain and “it’s too big” can be put to the side if you tell me how much of a good boy I am for taking it. I am so eager to please it’s actually a problem. I will let you ruin me if you tell me good job afterwards.
I felt encouraged so I wrote more and now it’s about 6k words.
Trigger Warning: thalassophobia, claustrophobia, a creeping change of the reader’s body, way of thinking, and perception (including food)
Contains: tentacles / koromodako x gender neutral reader; dub-con, insidious, i.e. gradual, subtle but harmful, assimilation; nipple play, penetration, lots of 💦, belly bulge, cumflation, a form of sex pollen, orgy, breeding, oviposition, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: a merrow is a mermaid or merman in Irish folklore
✧ : a koromodako is an octopus-like yokai that appears small and can grow to large sizes, big enough to engulf fish or big ships, and then shrink again
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Five years ago, they caught a merrow near the northwestern Dalay Coast. They were brought into a research facility far inland, and then never heard of again.
There were protests against this treatment of the ocean folk in the beginning, but those soon died down. With the ocean constantly encroaching on the continent, there were many more personal things to worry about.
Then, you were invited to join an expedition. The vessel for this expedition would be the luxury cruiser sized submarine Athena, and the goal was to catch more sea merfolk and study them while on board. Even if you didn’t want to, you had no choice but to agree.
There were many people boarding the Athena this early morning when the pale dawn had just started to illuminate the foggy sea. The huge submarine resembled a behemoth lying in wait amidst the gentle waves, making your heart sink in trepidation as you gazed at it and clutched your sparse luggage. They’d told you that you wouldn’t need a lot down there, but as always, they weren’t to be fully trusted.
The queue moved forward. You swallowed nervously and couldn’t help thinking of that merrow they’d caught back then. Had they gleaned any insights from that capture, or were they just as clueless as in the beginning, which was why they sent you on this expedition? It was hard to say, and worrying to think about.
“Are you alright?”
You turned back. A towering orc lady was looking at you worriedly.
“You seem a little pale.”
You forced a smile, “Just nervous, thank you.”
She tilted her head. “I don’t understand why you’re thanking me, but you’re welcome.”
That got a chuckle out of you. Right, humans and their politeness were very strange to other beings residing on Pangea. Even elves with their mellifluous language had a more direct way of speaking than most humans. Or maybe it was more… sincere?
Anyway, such qualities were much appreciated.
There was a disturbance at the front of the queue; someone has forgotten their documents and was now getting into an argument.
The orc lady behind you sighed, “Just how long do we have to wait before we van set off?”
You thought about it, “Probably a few hours.”
She groaned.
Time passed slowly, and eventually, boredom made people get creative. Sitting down to read or paint, making some last calls before the connection was gone, downloading a slew of videos and podcasts, playing games or simply chatting with nearby people, all brought some liveliness into the long queue.
As such, you learned that the orc lady was named Flora, specialized in maritime shell creatures and their reproduction cycles, and was comically clumsy at fighting. She laughed when she said that her mother had kicked her out because of that last part.
Later, a few others joined your conversation, and by the time the sun had reached its zenith, you finally stepped on board of the Athena. It was just the compression chamber, but a little step is still a step.
Only after adjusting to the pressure were you allowed to truly enter the submarine. As the name hinted at, the Athena was built for gathering intel and preparing for a potential war with the ocean dwellers. Because of this, there were many researchers from various areas of expertise on board, all tasked with uncovering the secrets of the unfathomable depths.
From the inside, despite being tight and narrow to the point of triggering claustrophobia, the Athena didn’t look like an expedition vessel. It seemed more like a luxury cruiser, with an elegant lobby displaying a false sky through a digital dome and many potted plants cluttering the space between the intimately spaced seating areas. The sleeping arrangements were also very lavish — or rather, having a single person cabin with a bunk bed over a desk and its own bathroom was considered lavish for a submarine.
You stowed away your luggage, then followed the floor plan to the canteen. Following the overall style though, it was more of a restaurant. It made you feel like each meal could be your last before your inevitable death. As a result, the appetizing dishes all ended up being tasteless when they entered your mouth.
In the evening, after another tasteless dinner and a long steam bath, you lay in bed reading a book when there was an announcement. They said that everyone had boarded, so the teams currently on shift would do one last round of checks before the Athena would set off. If everything went well, by tomorrow morning, you would already be under the waves when you woke up again.
The following days, you barely noticed that you were inside a huge metal can diving deeper and deeper into the dark abyss that was the ocean. You followed your usual routine of eating, working, and entertaining yourself as you did on land, the only difference being the different colleagues and your occasional chat with Flora. Through the thick glass of the portholes, you saw the deep blue water, and sometimes when your thoughts drifted staring at that endless expanse, you meant to see something moving far away in the distance.
From then on, things got… strange. Your research still went as usual, but… for instance, when you were washing your hands and glanced up at the mirror, the reflected image you saw was blurred, a little like the mirror had fogged up. And in that reflection, your eyes carried an abysmal darkness unseen in any creature on land. Their gaze caught you, fascinated you, lured you with unspoken promises you couldn’t even put into thoughts, much less words.
Apart from this, the water in your bathroom smelled strange. You asked Flora and a few other people, but the water turned out to smell strange everywhere, so you unhappily decided to put this matter aside. Maybe the pressure was impacting your sense of smell? Or the water-filtration system couldn’t get rid of the deep sea’s unique stink, which was honestly more likely.
One evening, amidst the water’s weird scent, you unexpectedly fell asleep during your steam bath. Your mind was in a daze, resting on the fringes of consciousness. The water filling the bathtub splashed against you, and you vaguely felt something move next to you.
It was cold and smooth, almost slimy, feeling strange as it brushed against your bare skin. When it touched you, you recognized it as a pair of tentacles. They wandered over your body in an exploratory manner, poking and squeezing every now and then.
Then one of the tentacles poked your nipple. You moaned uncontrollably. The previous touches had already made heat pool in your abdomen like a lava lake, and touching you there only made it boil over.
Seemingly intrigued by your reaction, the tentacles focused their attention on your chest. They stroked up and down, feeling your areoles and tugging at your nipples, circling around the temperature sensitive nubs with their cold tips. Your nipples quickly became erect, and you unconsciously squirmed in your daze.
It was as if your world narrowed down to only the sensations on your chest. The cold tentacles sent sparks along your nerves into your brain and crotch, igniting a deep desire that set your body aflame. Your mouth hung open as you panted and bucked your hips, rubbing your thighs against each other for more stimulation, and then you came. Like the gently splashing waves in your bathtub, the orgasm washed over you. It was an almost cathartic feeling, as if something hidden deep within you had been quietly unlocked.
When you woke from this more than pleasant dream, the water was already cold. It reminded you of the two tentacles that had rubbed your chest and nipples into an orgasm, and your abdomen couldn’t help tightening with renewed desire. You subconsciously touched the erection between your thighs, and with just that slight bit of pressure, you came again. Your loud moan echoed in the narrow bathroom, back arching and toes curling.
Afterwards, you lay panting in the tub for a while before getting up to empty the bath and take a quick shower. Then you went to bed.
The next few days were very peaceful, only haunted by the occasional sudden nap that came with hazy wet dreams about a bundle of black tentacles roaming all over your body. Other than that, you felt fine. Maybe even better than before.
The same couldn’t be said about your colleagues. It wasn’t only you who felt that the water smelled strange, and strange dream-like experiences weren’t limited to you, either. Multiple people couldn’t deal with the change of smell, to the point where they went to check on the water filtration system only to find nothing. And those dreams were mostly unpleasant, with cold hands groping them, wet kelp entangling their limbs, or something unfathomable and unspeakable staring them down, making them feel unsafe as long as they were underwater.
But the Athena wouldn’t resurface for at least another month. Unless things went terribly haywire, but even then there was no guarantee that this huge submarine would make it back up…
A few days later, just when some people had started getting better — or maybe just used to it — the Athena suddenly shook.
It was like an earthquake. The hull creaked and groaned, the violent shaking making it impossible to stand still, and alarms blared throughout the decks as machines were damaged. People rushed back and forth to take care of their respective responsibilities, you among them, doing your best to reach your lab. Upon opening the door, shards of broken glass flew through the air and cut your protectively raised arms. For some reason, those few drops of blood smelled particularly pungent at this moment.
Disregarding the shards, you went forward to secure the remaining containers and utensils. It wasn’t really useful, but at least it was something to do.
You managed to busy yourself for quite a while, and only poked your head out again when the submarine had stopped shaking.
The Athena was a mess. A slew of items and fragments was scattered throughout the hallways and a few lights were malfunctioning, eerily shining their flickering light on a bunch of crying, wounded, and even some dead people. It was horrifying.
Later, after the Athena had been roughly repaired and the corpses were moved to the morgue, you heard from Flora that the submarine had been attacked by the ocean folk. The people in the cockpit had made eye contact with a hollow-eyed merrow the size of a blue whale, and then huge black tentacles had grabbed the submarine and squeezed it. Considering everything, it was a blessing so many people were still alive.
Of course, not everyone saw it that way.
Until the submarine reached the target location at the bottom of the sea a week later, the mood on board remained depressed. Everyone got their shit together, and the first exploration team got into the shuttle. They returned just an hour later, making the eagerly waiting people assume they’d run into trouble until they saw it—
The merrow.
She had deep green hair, and scales of the same color covering her skin and fishtail. Compared to a human, she was big, but from her features she appeared like a teenager. The reactions brought by her appearance were varied, from fondly remembering their own children to lust and the desire to take her apart, a whole array of emotions displayed before your eyes.
You felt pity. That was, until the laboratory ‘taking care’ of her was slaughtered. The merrow had somehow broken through the thick, bulletproof glass of the tank they kept her in and ensnared them with her song, inducing them to kill each other.
This time, you felt relief. It was good that the ocean folk weren’t helpless against you land dwellers.
Regarding matters of violence, your sympathy towards your kin was truly limited.
The exploration teams regularly took the shuttle out and brought back various ocean folk. After the experience with the merrow, those fishtailed creatures were only brought back dead. If the researchers wanted to observe them in action, they would have to join the exploration teams on the shuttle. Not many were willing to do so, so the daily ‘gifts’ were limited to corpses and unknown creatures found to be too lacking in intellect to be considered a threat.
Then, you got a ‘plant’. It was a cluster of black tentacles resembling a handful of thick seagrass, but you actually recognized them — those tentacles from your dreams. When they sensed you from within the container, they flocked to the glass, pressing themselves almost flat against it just to be closer to you. You felt their excitement and eagerness, and smiled fondly as you looked at them.
Your colleagues just thought you had finally found your fixation. They had no idea that when you remained alone in the lab for ‘overtime’ you actually opened the container. The black tentacles waved happily and crawled out and into your hands. It felt strange to hold them, a tangle of cold and slimy appendages consisting of pure muscle and nothing else.
They hugged your wrists, then started to expand, quickly swelling in size until they were just as big as you remembered. Their touch ignited the fire in your abdomen, and your breathing got rough just from watching them playfully fiddle with your fingers. They must’ve perceived your arousal as they stilled a moment, and then stretched themselves long and flat to make their way beneath your clothes.
You felt them move across your body, spreading all over you in a cold embrace. They curled around your nipples, rubbing and tugging in that familiar way that made your erection press against your underwear within seconds, and made their way further down to your crotch. A few tentacles slipped beneath your foreskin to caress your engorged glans, others wandered along to press against your leaking hole, and then one finally penetrated you.
It explored your insides in a fervent manner, cold slime mixing with your heat, and the moment it grazed a certain spot you came. Your cum squirted over the tentacles and stained your white lab uniform’s pants while you pressed a hand over your mouth, trying your best to muffle your blissful moans.
The tentacle inside you squirmed when you clenched around it. You felt it pulse and swell, and then it discharged its own cold, sticky cum. It was so much it made your belly bulge a little bit, like you’d just eaten something.
A moment later, a second tentacle squeezed itself through your tight entrance into your hole. Some slimy cum dribbled out with this action, and as the tentacles intertwined they expanded within you, stretching you with their girth. And then they started thrusting. Deep, slow thrusts hit your core as they bottomed out, wonderfully sliding in and out of you with the greatest of ease. Tears of ecstasy clouded your eyes as you came again, biting back your cries while a little puddle formed on your seat.
The tentacles were naturally sensitive to your emotions. They crawled up along your spine and swelled a little, wiping away your tears and forcing open your mouth so they could stuff themselves inside. Their tips entangled your tongue, and they trembled when you bit down on them, their trusts turning messy as they shot their cold cum down your throat and into your belly just a second later.
You greedily swallowed the fishy slime. The sound of squelching within you as they messily pounded your hole was intoxicating, and you could feel your stomach stretch from the amount of cum they pumped into you.
They must’ve noticed your stomach, because the next moment, a tentacle pressed down on your belly. Immediately, cum overflowed from your hole and spurted all over your crotch and chair. It thoroughly stained for ass and even some of your pants legs and shoes.
The tentacles froze for a moment, seeming a little stunned. Then you felt them throb. It made you feel like they’d grown even bigger, filling you thoroughly with their presence. They abruptly slammed into you. There was a feeling of desperate fervor as they rammed themselves up your hole, slithering all over your body and almost painfully pulling on your nipples. Slimy cum was pounded frothy and bubbled out, tentacles trembled as you bit down on them, and the fresh cum erupting from them as your hole fluttered with another orgasm nearly made you topple over and fall off your chair.
After two more rounds, you and the tentacles were finally done. All your pent up frustration was vented in the most thrilling way, leaving you in a state of rapture. Your chest heaved as you panted and leaned against the table before you, where the empty container was placed. Looking at that thing, you thought about putting the tentacles back in, but then decided against it. You had a much, much better idea.
Your legs almost gave out beneath you when you got up. Threads of slimy cum connected your ass and chair for a moment, shimmering in the sterile light of the lab.
By the time you reached the lab’s washing station — a shower, actually — you were crawling on your knees because of how badly your thighs kept trembling when you tried to stand. You turned on the water and let it drench your cum-stained clothes, outlining your bulging belly and the black tentacles sticking to your body.
Taking off your clothes took a while. On one hand, it was because of how relaxed you felt after your orgasms, and on the other, it was due to the tentacles. They’d move every now and then, revealing bruised skin or swollen nipples, and they also wriggled inside you. It made you quiver from overstimulation, and yet you still enjoyed it, like it was a proof of your intimate connection.
You calmly labeled yourself as crazy and a hopeless cause that would sooner or later bring doom to the Athena’s crew, and then started carefully peeling the slimy tentacles that had been warmed by your body temperature off of you. The tentacles squirmed, seemingly confused, but they quickly settled down again when you patted them.
With the tentacles out of your hole, just tensing your muscles made the clear cum gush out. It mixed with the water and disappeared down the drain, the flow of it leaving your body almost making you come again.
You took your sweet time washing yourself. Only when your fingers were wrinkly from the water did you turn off the shower and turn your attention back to the cluster of tentacles that was sitting next to you like a little puppy.
The black tentacles had shrank again, appearing exceptionally harmless and cute. You caressed them, picked them up, and then started inserting the small tentacles into your hole one after another. Every time one entered you, you groaned and hummed and rocked your hips, needing to take a break after each one.
The tentacles quickly understood what was happening. They waved happily and then started cooperating with you, eagerly cramming themselves into your warm hole. Their coldness quickly filled you up, accidentally triggering another orgasm and causing your belly to bulge even more than when they’d previously pumped you full of their cum, making you look like you were three or four months pregnant.
After calming down, you contentedly stroked your stomach, then dried yourself and put on a fresh uniform. It hid your distended shape well enough, so you didn’t worry about being found out. Anyway, the Athena crew didn’t have the luxury of caring about what exactly happened in the labs right now.
The stained uniform was dumped down a chute, presumably joining a pile of filthy uniforms that needed to be deep-cleaned before they could ever be worn again. Then you wiped up puddles and trails of slimy cum you’d left in the lab, washed your hands, and left like nothing had happened.
With every step, you felt the tentacles inside you. It made you fight the urge to go for another round right then and there in the hallway, despite already having been fucked raw. Then you caught a whiff of something — sweet and cloying like honey, making you unconsciously swallow as your genitals throbbed.
You quickly pressed a hand over your mouth and nose. You’d discarded your emergency gas mask with your uniform and forgotten to take a new one, only regretting your thoughtlessness at this moment when you really needed it. Cursing whatever was releasing its version of sex pollen, you started looking around and soon found the lab where the disturbing smell was coming from.
And when you found it, you wished you hadn’t even started looking. At this point, who even cared?? But like being witness to a car accident, you found it hard to look away, standing frozen at the entrance where a dented high-security door was just barely hanging onto its frame.
Because in the lab, a fox demon was currently doggy style fucking his swollen red knot into Flora. Both were completely naked, their uniforms lying on the floor, torn to shreds and stained with… water?
You frowned and scanned the room, doing your best not to breathe in more of that disgustingly sweet scent. Your gaze quickly settled on a tank in the lab containing a big mussel. It was open, with a suspiciously low water level, and next to it lay some test tubes and measurement cups still wet with a few drops of water and lip marks…
Ah. They’d drunk the mussel water. And gotten into heat from it. And considering what pollen were, the sweet-smelling stuff in the water that made them go into said heat was most likely the mussel’s sperm.
…okay, maybe it wouldn’t be just your fault that the Athena was doomed.
You unknowingly rubbed your thighs together when your genitals throbbed again, and only then did you realize that you’d somehow made your way over to the tank. The realization that you were just about to drink that stuff made you shiver with dread. Your brain crashed for a few seconds, and then you bolted out of the lab filled with obscene squelching and loud moans down the hallway through the lobby where two orcs were sandwiching a merrow with their fat cocks and back to your own little cabin.
You slammed the door shut, leaning against it as you panted.
Were the ocean folk… no, was the ocean trying to assimilate you? That might explain why after the water started to smell everyone got so horny… but it wasn’t a bad thing… If the continent got flooded anyway, being able to live on underwater was still quite a good deal, no? And you’d even be able to spend the rest of your life with that cluster of black tentacles currently obediently nestled in your hole…
As your thoughts returned to the tentacles, they squirmed as if on cue. The movement triggered a wave of heat, washing over you through your blood and making your swollen genitals twitch with renewed arousal.
Ah right, that heat-inducing mussel water…
You made your way to the bathroom. In the short amount of time it took you to walk over, you’d already started sweating, and your body was suffused with a fierce blush that steamed your brain soft. You barely had the patience to take off your fresh uniform, taking a quick second to thank yourself for not being stupid enough to wear your soaked underwear after being fucked so thoroughly, and then got into the bathtub.
Your genitals pressed against the cold material, and the sensation sent sparks up your spine and elicited a relieved groan from you. Now, in your own cabin, you could be as loud and messy as you wanted.
You reached down to your crotch and prodded your entrance. Your fingers easily slid into your already stretched and dripping with slime hole, touching the warmed tentacles inside. They writhed at your touch, coiling around your fingers and obediently cooperating with getting out of you.
Then they expanded dramatically, so big that it was a challenge for them to fit in the bathtub with you. Every time they moved, they unintentionally yet enticingly brushed against you, each touch stoking the flames of desire burning within you and making you delirious with the intense need to be fucked.
You grabbed a tentacle and desperately ground your hips against it, leaving your leaking fluids all over the slimy appendage. Your hole kept contracting around nothing, like it was gasping, inviting the tentacles back in to fill you, to relentlessly ravage you.
The tentacles wriggled. They coiled around you, hooking around your fingers, entangling your tongue, and pinching your nipples, wrapping you up like they were hiding you. Then a tentacle thicker than your forearm crammed itself into your hole. Your entrance was stretched painfully wide open, yet with the pain came waves of sublime pleasure that made you come the moment it bottomed out.
But it still wasn’t enough.
You bit the tentacle in your mouth and freed a hand to reach for your genitals that were so erect they hurt. You wanted to pull back the foreskin, rub your pulsing glans and torment the engorged tissue beneath—
The tentacles stopped you. They put two tentacles to your disregarded front, telling you with their actions that they would take care of this for you.
As such, everything you wanted was done. The foreskin was pulled back to lay bare your glans that was already peaking out, which was tugged and squeezed, slimy tentacle tips massaging you in an unskilled manner, all the while thrusting into you.
They were doing so much at the same time that your brain overheated and crashed. Engulfed in exhilarating ecstasy, you heard and felt nothing except the tentacles. Like a small boat tumbling between the valleys and peaks of the crashing waves of bliss, you were tossed and groped and pounded by them like a toy. It was a complete loss of control on both of your parts, as if your heat had infected the tentacles, making your hole feel like heaven on earth.
They fucked you for a long time, triggering one orgasm after another and squeezing all the liquid from your body while pumping you full of their cum.
In the end, you were fucked raw once more, overstimulation burning in your genitals. You felt satiated like never before, your stomach heavy with the tentacles' seed making you especially happy. It was just a pity that it kept leaking out…
The tentacles stroked your belly, incidentally causing some more cum to spill and earning themselves a glare from you. But they just affectionately nuzzled your cheek.
Afterwards, bedded on the tentacles, you fell asleep. They held still, not bothering you during your rest.
When you woke up again, the tentacles moved, causing the thick tentacle still plugging your stuffed hole to press against your bladder. You whined and had the tentacles lift you to the toilet, also using the opportunity to empty some of the cum into the bowl.
Then you slowly washed, had the tentacles shrink so they could hide inside you again, got dressed, and made your way to the canteen. It was just… compared to before you went to sleep, things had escalated.
For example, the hallway connecting the researcher’s cabins was filthy with cum. From white to clear, from liquid to sticky and thick, it was smeared onto the walls and doors, had splashed onto the ceiling, and formed large puddles on the floor, densely filling the stagnant air with the obscene smell of vented lust and desires. In one puddle, you even meant to see something wriggle… Fortunately, most of the doors were closed, or the cacophony of snores, moans and screams would’ve been unbearable.
The lobby wasn’t any better. Currently on display was the aftermath of an orgy, naked bodies and all kinds of fluids wherever the eye saw. Apart from your regular colleagues and the Athena’s crew, you also spotted a few limbs belonging to ocean creatures, like the fins or tails of merrows, webbed hands, and some red tentacles, all alive and well.
You smiled happily. It seemed like the land and sea folk were getting along very well!
In the canteen, you didn’t bother anymore to even glance at what everyone was doing. The slapping, squelching and sucking sounds amidst the noise of chewing and cutlery clinking against plated said it all. You turned these things out and queued up to get yourself something to eat.
When the Athena first submerged, the meals offered fully catered to the tastes of the land dwellers. Everything was neatly killed, cleaned, and cooked, seeming especially concerned about the aesthetics when serving them. Now, things were much simpler. One meal consisted of things like a plate of fresh seaweed, jellyfish tentacles and strips of hard white coral, a bowl of saltwater red with the diluted blood of crudely chopped off fish heads, and some roughly descaled fish.
You knew that before, this would have looked utterly disgusting to you, yet now, just looking at it you couldn’t help swallowing your saliva as your stomach growled. It tasted so delicious you ate it all and unexpectedly went back for seconds.
After you had your fill of food, you sauntered out of the canteen and over to the labs. There, the vigorous promotion of a harmonious life between land and ocean dwellers was in full swing. A pair of elven women were riding a fishtailed man’s two cocks, a vampire was spreading his ass cheeks to let a long string of slimy, ping-pong ball sized round eggs shoot out of his hole while cumming, a bunch of hulking orcs were being ravished by colorful tentacles with suckers, nubs, and ridges, a succubus was taking two cocks with their pussy while ramming their dick up a merrow’s cloaca... With things going like this, probably everyone abroad the Athena would come back ashore pregnant, if at all.
...Compared to your colleagues, you were still relatively sane.
You closed your lab’s door behind you and sat down at your desk to record your experiences. From the water smelling strange to the dreams, getting attacked and then encountering the tentacles and being fucked by them, everything was neatly written down. After a moment of thought, you also noted what happened to your colleagues, your guess of why that was, and your hypothesis that the strange-smelling water and water copulating with the ocean dwellers would assimilate one and allow a fully assimilated being to live underwater henceforth.
Rereading your log, you corrected a few spelling and grammar errors before finally nodding with satisfaction. The entry was saved, sent to some addresses you trusted, and then closed.
From now on, you’d focus on your life with the tentacles.
The tentacles wriggled on cue. A moan escaped your lips and echoed slightly in the empty lab, and the chair beneath you creaking as you rocked your hips.
There was a sound of tearing clothes when the tentacles got out of you and expanded. They teased your fragile neck and slithered into your mouth, entangled your limbs and spread your legs wide open to present yourself to them, unusually hot as they caressed your eagerly waiting hole and plunged in.
The heat was like a spark springing over to you, igniting an almost violent desire that had been engraved into your bones during your contact with them. A few thrusts in, not even bottomed out yet, your hole was already fluttering around the tentacles. Your thighs trembled, your toes curled, and your erect genitals twitched as you came, an enthralling fire burning through your veins and coming together at your core.
Then the tentacles bottomed out. They repeatedly thrust against a certain spot at your core, where the fire burned especially intensely, even holding back on cumming for long enough that you came two more times before finally shooting their cum against that spot. It was like a concentrated stream of water, powerful and thrilling, as if it could bore an extra hole into you.
And then you felt it. One of the tentacles poked at that spot they’d targeted, massaging it, and then it sank in.
You moaned at the sensation. It was so much tighter than your already well-used hole, burning with anticipation, making you aware of a new part within you. That one tentacle slowly thrust with the others, only it penetrating deep into your core. This time, you came with them together the moment their cum gushed into that space they had opened up within you. You bit down on the tentacles in your mouth and your eyes rolled with pleasure. It filled you so well, it made your belly bulge so nicely, it felt as if it would never get out...
The tentacles completely retreated from your hole, leaving you feeling uncomfortably empty. Your gaping hole dripped with slime, yet nothing left your core. Satisfaction spread between you and the tentacles, and they also conveyed a sense of eager anticipation and barely restrained fervor.
You reassured them; you wanted this just as much as them.
The tentacles throbbed and squirmed, squelching as they rubbed against each other, and then a shorter, more slender tentacle was extended from their core. It fit snugly in your hole, though it still left room for another one to squeeze in. But that wasn’t necessary now. That tentacle penetrated the hole they’d opened up within your core, making your ass rest firmly against their center, and bottomed out with that.
The tentacles brushed against your nipples as they thrust. They tugged and groped as they always did, more fervent than ever, and even somewhat desperate. You felt good, not enough to make you come, but you still clenched around their length.
It didn’t take long for them to come. That single tentacle's throbs shook the entire cluster, twitching and thrashing so much it swept your desk clean with a loud crash. Then the base of that tentacle bulged.
The next moment, something firm and round contained within prodded your hole. One was pushed past the entrance, then a second, then a third, and then you lost count as they made their way up your channel. They pressed against your core and were forced into that opened space, eliciting endless moans and groans and meaningless murmurs from you, and when the first one dropped into you, you came. You didn’t stop coming as string upon string of eggs was pumped into you, the weight so comforting and enrapturing, the way your belly bulged and was eventually distended not letting you come down from your climax for even a second.
After an unknown amount of time, the tentacle went limp and slipped out. Immediately after, just as you’d caught your breath, the eggs that hadn’t made it into your core and were clogging up your hole shot out. The sleek, round things felt wonderful against your walls and entrance, wracking your exhausted body with orgasm after orgasm.
Held by the tentacles stroking your heavy stomach, your brain felt like it had been pounded to mush by them. Not a single thought could form as all space was taken up by the sublime pleasure of being bred by the tentacles, and the endless amount of joyful anticipation you held for bearing their offspring.
Because once they were out, you could do it all over again.
CW: weed, intoxicated (and the dub-con that goes with that), fingering, fisting, degradation, free use (implied at the end?)
Second Person POV, sub reader, reader has a vagina and no gendered pronouns are used
You've had such a long day, your muscles are tense and your mind racing. God, you want to call your smoke buddy over and get so high that your body fully relaxes and you melt into your bed. So you do.
Your body is like liquid and you start to feel yourself get wet. Blowing off some steam sounds nice and luckily, your smoke buddy is also your friend with benefits. You ask them to finger you and they flash you a wolffish grin, more than happy to oblige. They start slowly working you up and being so kind and encouraging about it. But of course, you can't get enough. You start whining and begging for more, so they start going faster and harder. But you repeat more again, because that's not what you meant, you meant more, you need more inside of you stretching you out so good, because you're so high and relaxed that your pussy is already wet and loose around their fingers.
They understand this time, quickly and harshly adding a third finger into the mix. But it's not enough, you plead for more and more and more. They add their pinky in, and you finally start feeling a stretch inside of yourself. They're still going hard and fast, battering your inner walls.
But god, you're just so high and it's still not enough, you're whining for more, pushing your hips down, trying to get a bigger stretch. They slow down looking into your eyes, they're red and teary.
They start teasing you, "Aww is this not enough? You get used so much that you can barely feel it, isn't that right?" You nod along, even though it's not strictly true. You feel their finger tips are caressing your insides and their thumb circles your clit, and you're caught between pushing up into their thumb and down on their fingers.
They take that choice away from you though, repositioning their hand and you feel them sink down to their knuckles. The stretch is finally starting to feel good, on that edge of pleasure and pain.
But still, you're begging, "more, more, more" your brain is cloudy and you're starting to drool a little.
They let out a mean laugh that your slow brain catches on, "You're just such a slut, aren't you? Need to be filled so much it breaks you, leaving you gaping when I'm done." A ragged mix between a moan a whine leaves your moth, head bobbing excitedly, because finally they get it.
The tip of their thumb pushes into you, and your pussy clamps down around them. The feeling teeters toward pain, and it's perfect, it's so good you can hardly think. But you don't need to think for this, they're fucking you so hard that you're being pushed toward the top of the bed, drool is fully dripping from the corner of your mouth and tears start to fall down, cooling your temples .
With each push in, they're sliding deeper and deeper, but they get caught somewhere. Every thrust of their arm has your hips pulling away, squirming.
But your battered body and blissed out brain aren't on the same page because between punched out breaths you repeat what's become your mantra, "more, more, more, more." Despite your words, you seem to be resisting having more inside of you. Your pussy is just so tight and your body speaks for itself. They stop, and you whine, looking them in the eye, a pout gracing your lips.
A wicked smile passes across their face as their other hand, previously giving themselves pleasure, comes up to your stomach, pushing down on it so you can't move. Your hips are pinned, and you stare at them, because they haven't started up again and your fuzzy brain can't sort out why.
"Are you sure?" it's patronizing, "Do you even know what you're asking for at this point?"
You do, it's the only thing you can think, this time it's pure whining, "more, please, more, I need more! Please, please, please, please." You're crying due to how much you need it.
There's a glint in their eye, your hips are still pinned as they push their hand into you. It's a struggle, your cunt is stretched so wide it feels like it's gonna tear or rip. They push harder, and finally whatever you were getting stuck on breaches you. That must have been the widest part, because it slides right in. You feel their fingers hit the very back of you, it might be your cervix but anatomy escapes you, brain hazy. All you know is that your bodily tries to greedily suck more inside but there's no room for it. You feel their fingers start to curl inside of you, and your pussy draws more of their length inside of you.
A sigh of relief leaves your lips. You feel so full, you could burst. Your eyes meet theirs, they're wide and full of wonder.
"Oh sweetheart, that's my whole hand. Are you finally satisfied now that my fist is inside of you? The only part outside of you is my wrist." And fuck isn't that a thought, one you can't fully comprehend at the moment, because just then they start thrusting again. No, not thrusting, punching in and out and it's perfect.
"God, you're such a slut, you think this feels good? How long would you stay like this, impaled on my fist? I bet you'd lay here and take it as long as I asked you to." And it's true, they couldn't be more right. You could stay like this forever, you want to stay like this forever. There's no thoughts in your head, and you can't tell if it's because you're still high or because your brain has been fucked out of you.
"I think I'm gonna keep you like this for hours. Maybe I'll even start adding in finger from my other hand. How does that sound?"
Imagining getting kidnapped and getting inspected. Immediately getting stripped and tied so my little holes are on display. I get so scared, expecting my cunny to get raped by my kidnapper.
Instead he starts taking pictures, telling me he’s gonna document how much he can stretch me open. He’s not gonna stop until I can fit his fists in my cunt with a big plug in my ass.
can't stop thinking about fisting... just a whole hand sinking into my pussy, being stretched so wide open... then feeling their hand move, first slowly, then eventually mercilessly fucking in and out of my throbbing, gaping cunt. what can you even do with a fist inside you? you're reduced to a screaming, crying puppet, reacting to every movement of their hand like they control you. fuck.... i need that nonstop
Bent over on the bed, on your back, eyes covered, wrists bound to your ankles, tits squished together nice and pretty, fully free-use strap bait, and your partner warms you up, starts off with a fairly normal size toy, maybe just a little bigger than you're used to, and you're leaking a massive puddle with every thrust into you, and moaning all sorts of horny nonsense... and then you hear the sound of a pump being squeezed and you feel the strap inside you thicken...
And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!
You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...
Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.
All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...
Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.
You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...
How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.
You're still mesmerised by the unreal girth of the toy when you finally look and see your partner has a fist inside you, and it's not until they open their fingers and drag their fingertips along your g-spot and up to your cervix that you realise that's the first thing you felt, even though they're wrist-deep inside you.
I want to be fisted and gaped soo bad. Like someone ties my legs apart and just slowly stretches my cunny wider and wider. I want to feel someone fucking their whole hand in and out of my stretched cunny. Need to feel them punching my cervix from the inside. Hopefully they will decide to add other other hand so they can really fist me. I want to feel my sloppy hole gaping open and get filled up with an inflatable toy after so that my hole stays gaping wide open. Want my ruined cunny to constantly be so gaped and ruined that it drools all over the floor where I am. So wide open and soaked that I could take a fisting anywhere.
making sure every moment is drenched in lube, teasing and circling their opening until they’re all but begging for you to do something, anything.
gently slipping in the first finger, tight heat gripping you as you push in farther and farther. watching your finger disappear all the way to the knuckle, coaxing them open so sweetly. the pathetic noises they make as you force them to be patient and take what you give them.
finally pulling out to a whine, slapping their thigh in warning before lubing up again and pressing in with two fingers. finding that textured spot that makes their breathing hitch and focusing there, until their moans become incoherent.
a third finger finally makes them tense around you slightly, the stretch a bit more this time. taking the time to properly fuck them open, listening to the way the lube makes those slick, wet noises as you rock your hand into them.
your pinky doesn’t take much to add, and the way they respond sounds like music to your ears. every panted breath, every “oh, fuck”, how they clench around you with every press inward.
when your thumb begins to trace their hole gently, their entire body tenses in expectation. instead, you keep twisting, stroking the opening again and again, feeling the muscles give beneath you. the widest part of your hand starts to slip in all on its own, the wetness of the lube helping ease the way until finally - your entire hand is inside of them.
the deep, animalistic groan they give, the way they flutter around your hand, the obscene noise as your slick hand moves inside of them, the visual of it all? you can’t help but speed up the pace, relishing in the way they strangle your hand inside of them.
“that’s it, sweetheart. lean up on your hands for me, i want you to see how well you’re taking me.”
when they peer between their legs at you, at the way your hand moves inside, at the feral grin that tips your mouth, at the way they’ve enveloped you up to your wrist - the “oooohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck” that leaves their mouth is nothing short of a revelation.
you’ve always told them that they’d look so good spread open like this. and you’re never wrong.
can’t decide which end of the baseball bat i’m more afraid of. the wider end that stretches my cunt beyond reason, hard and unyielding as i clench and come around it. or the handle end, which is smaller, but has that brutal lip that is fucked deep into me until i come hard enough and enough times that my entrance has to stretch open again to let it out.
Mommy tells me to strip naked for her. I stand in the middle of her office. My tiny nipples are already hard in the cold room. she kicks my feet apart and reaches down to my already sticky and pulsing cunt. She roughly shoves three fingers up into my hole and jerks them harshly inside me. I let out a sharp breath my eyes roll back and my knees threaten to buckle. Mommy looks down at me "such a good slut, I picked well." She says smiling darkly. Mommy then guides me to a chair with a large dildo on it "spread" she commands and I obey like the trained bitch that I am. Once I'm in position she shoves me down hard And I gasp as the dildo is shoved inside of me. The toy is bumpy and textured my greedy walls clench around it rhythmically. It stretches me in delicious ways, I start to stir and grind my hips happy breathy mewls escape my throat and wet mucky sounds from my slutty hole fill the room. I watch Mommy walk over to her desk and sit down. I don't dare ride the toy inside me without permission. Mommy picks up a remote and before I can process whats happening the toy jerks inside me I cry out in shock and grip the edge of the hard wood chair as the toy moves in different directions, vibrating, and bending in every way it can. Mommy goes back to work while I writhe on the toy forced to cum again and again I even piss myself but Mommy only glances up periodically to watch a satisfied look on her face. If Mommy is happy then I am where I want to be. My thighs are coated in slick and cum and piss a puddle on the floor below me. I sit there and take it head thrashing body writhing, desperately clenching my sloppy hole wanting more. I am just a sloppy hole for Mommy to torture, stretch and stuff.
i need to be overstimulated so bad. tie me up and use toys on me. edge me. eat me out. do whatever you want to me. please please please please please just use me all you want
it would actually be really hot if someone pushed me to my pain limits. i want to know how much i can take, and how much someone can force me to take. i wanna cry and sob and beg for them to stop just for them to sweet-talk me into taking more of it. i want it to hurt so much that i'll still feel the impact hours later. i want someone to push on the bruises they made on me and tell me how pretty i look when they hurt me.
