Could you write about a convent of nuns that have turned toward hucowification to better serve their communities but still somehow maintain their dignity?maybe they find the pleasure to be godly? Or maybe some sisters are more blessed than others when some sort of new divine ritual is used to affirm the faith and ascend/descend to a different level or awakening and understanding of pleasure. Maybe some lose themselves and are still held to a position of honor for their sacrifice
Like so many before you, you turned to the convent when you had nowhere else to go and the nuns at Our Lady of Perpetual Nourishment took you in without question. They offered you a home, food, a community. You quickly came to learn that this was a core tenet of their belief: that, as God in heaven provides for us, so are we to provide for each other. Through this support, this sharing, this nourishment, we share in the divine spirit on Earth.
You didn't really care much about faith. All you needed to convince you to smile and nod along was a bed to sleep on and food in your belly, but goodness what food it was. Each meal was a rich bounty, decadent and filling. Cream for your coffee, milk for your cereal, sumptuous cheeses and biscuits with butter. Dinners were coated in thick, heavy sauces that clung to your tongue and kept you satisfied through the next morning. Once a week, on the sabbath day, there were cream puffs and pastries and desserts of all kinds, even ice cream. Guilt gnawed at the edge of your mind, taking advantage of them like this, but having a full belly for the first time in so long made it easy to swallow their gifts with gratitude.
What is faith, though, without doubt.
Once you realized that you'd be eating like this for every meal, you started to wonder about the nuns that flitted through the cloisters and sat in penance and prayer in the church. Their indulgence struck you as odd, going against everything you thought you knew about their religion, but you dismissed the concern, chalking it up to a quirk of their particular sect. In addition, one would expect, eating such richness day after day, that the nuns would become plump and round, but none of them were. At least, none of them were fat in the way you expected. While their tunics did a decent job of disguising their figures, one common trend stuck out to you: their tits were huge! Every last nun was ridiculously busty; even the smallest sister had to be at least a J cup and the Mother Superior lived up to her title in that regard as well. Walking alongside her was dangerous, not so much at risk of being hit by her swinging breasts but being distracted enough by their bouncing and wobbling and sloshing as to lead you directly into a concrete pillar. There was a part of you—nearly flat as you were—that hoped it was a result of their unique diet and the growing tightness in your bras and shirts seemed to suggest that was the case. Either way, clearly the women of this convent had been blessed.
As days turned to weeks, one more thing started to pique your curiosity. In addition to the lavish church, there was a small chapel in a far corner of the convent grounds. You had been told that it was a place for prayer that was dedicated and focused and, most of all, private. Occasionally, however, you'd see a few nuns go in together and you wouldn't see them again for the rest of the day, only returning for breakfast the next morning. The fact that you had free roam of the convent with the exception of the chapel just made you that much more curious. What was in there? What were the nuns hiding?
A full month into your stay, you found out.
You spent a day or so watching nuns come and go, mapping out patterns, essentially casing the joint. A set of lockpicks burned in your back pocket as you planned your entry. You didn't think it was locked but better to have and not need, than need and not have.
In the dark, evening hour, you stood at the door to the chapel. Sweat trickled down the side of your head as you reached for the door. Your heart pounded in your chest, loud enough to drown out the sounds of footsteps approaching.
"Ah, just the person I wanted to see."
You nearly leapt into the air, held down by the hand of the Mother Superior resting firmly on your shoulder. Embarrassment flared in your cheeks and stammered excuses tumbled out of your mouth and into a pathetic heap at your feet. The Mother Superior's smile never faltered.
"Easy, my child. Breathe deep. Curiosity is natural and you've done well respecting our customs. In fact, I was planning to show you the chapel tomorrow, so your timing is remarkable. Come. Let me show you what's inside."
Still holding your shoulder, the Mother Superior reached forward and turned the doorknob, pushing open—
"AAAAAAHHHNNN!"
A lewd moan burst from the open doors, making you jump all over again, but the Mother Superior took no surprise in this new sound. If anything, she seemed satisfied, smiling wider and breathing out a proud sigh. Candlelight flickered as the door opened fully. Your eyes went wide. Your body froze. Despite yourself, your nipples stiffened.
The sound had come from Sister Grace, whose eyes were half-lidded and rolled back in her head. Her jaw hung loose and drool, shining in the dim light, dripped down her chin. Sweat glistened on her bare skin. A metal bar just above her head made little clinking sounds as her restraints rattled against it, holding her hands aloft while she kneeled. The Mother Superior's enormous breasts pushed against your back. "Sister Grace is deep in prayer. You can get closer. She's not even aware that we're here."
Entranced, your legs carried you closer to the kneeling nun, close enough to get a better look at the pumps rhythmically tugging on Grace's nipples. Each moment of suction was met with another moan and pale liquid rushed down a pair of plastic tubes. At the far end of the tubes sat a large tank, a gauge on the side indicating it to be nearly three-quarters full. Grace's gargantuan bust, wobbling with her every movement, held your attention. They looked even larger without the thick tunic in the way and this was even after they'd been drained of so much milk.
Once again, the Mother Superior closed in on you, but this time, it wasn't enough to merely brush against you. Her arms came around you, a hand resting on your hip, the other spreading out over your stomach. Arousal dripped from the breath that rolled out of her.
"Perpetual Nourishment. To provide is divine. These are the foundation of our convent. And you can see here that our Grace is so good at providing."
As if on cue, Grace arched her back and bellowed out another moan. Her breasts shook and wobbled as her body spasmed and a fresh torrent of milk was pulled into the tank. The Mother Superior's hands started to move. The hand on your hip teased at the hem of your t-shirt while the other moved up to cup the budding breasts on your chest. Deep and sultry, her soft moan rolled over you like warm syrup, trapping you in her embrace. Your hips quivered.
"We welcomed you into our home. We protected you. We nourished you. We provided for you. And now it's your turn to provide for us."
The air was thick with the heady scent of sex with the sweetest hint of milk and that mixture made it hard to think. All you could do was let the Mother Superior slowly turn you towards a spot just opposite Grace. Another bar with another set of restraints and a cushion underneath sat empty, sat waiting. You tried to refuse, but Mother Superior guided you forward.
"I knew you were special from the moment you crossed our threshold. We take in strangers of all kinds, as is our command, but I knew that you would not be leaving. I couldn't let you leave. You're one of us. It was fate that you found us and destiny that you'd join us."
Resistance fled your body and, in its place, desire flared. You looked at Grace. You looked at the Mother Superior as she slowly peeled away your clothes until you were as naked as Grace. You wanted this. You wanted to belong. You wanted to make milk and to provide and to be so fucking busty. Acceptance burned away the last of your doubt and, in an instant, your senses came alive. Grace's moans turned to music. The cuffs as your wrists spread soothing coolness through your arms. A moment of apprehension flared inside you as the candles danced on the metal pumps that Mother Superior brought closer to your chest, glancing back and forth between Grace's udders and what could only generously be called your breasts. The Mother Superior's hand cupped your cheek and her divine warmth spread through you, calming you in an instant.
"You may not be able to Provide today, my child, but you will. This is the first step of a thousand in your journey towards the divine on Earth. All you need do is ask, and what you seek will be provided to you."
Air tickled over your breasts as she brought the suction cups closer, stoking embers of need in your core.
Then, all at once, they latched on.
Your vision went white. Angels sang in your head, only for divine harmonies to fade as you realized the sound was your own moaning. Each tug on your breasts sent pleasure careening through your body and dripping out between your legs. The Mother Superior smiled, moving to let you watch Grace and let Grace watch you. She rested a hand on each of your heads.
"massage therapist" that tells me i AM right, my huge tits ARE causing my back pain. and the only solution is for me to lay on the massage table and let them cover my tits in a cream that makes them warm and tingly and struggle not to moan from the pleasure as they’re massaged and kneaded and groped, nipples pinched and twisted and tugged on until i’m cumming in my pants all over the massage table. and - is it just me or does my shirt feel a little tighter after that? i guess it’s nothing to worry about, i still have plenty of treatments left after all
Hucow maid can go milk herself after she finishes cleaning, but her poor tits keep dripping milk everywhere.
The sound of the mop swishing back and forth across the dark marble floor kept a steady rhythm, punctuated by the occasional and increasingly frustrated groans of the woman wielding it. Strands of blonde hung messily from the bonnet on her head, tossed about by the repetitive motion. Rosie needed to be done cleaning. She needed to be done cleaning an hour ago, but she had lost herself in some of her tasks and time had gotten away from her. The black dress and white apron that marked her status as a maid and had been tailored to fit her admittedly rather generous curves now struggled to hold back her swollen breasts. They sloshed with each swing of her arms, the damp patches on the front of her uniform growing larger with each passing second. Each time she saw a drop of white stand out against the floor that she had just cleaned, she grew closer to screaming. The pressure was getting to be unbearable and if she could just finish, she could-
"Rosie."
Any voice would have made her yelp in surprise, but hearing the voice of her lady sent Tabitha into a panic. She nearly dropped the mop as she snapped to attention. The tightness of her uniform over her bust made her wince. "Lady Vari! I was just, um-"
"Rosie, you're leaking all over the floor."
The maid's pale cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. Tabitha suddenly had the intense desire to sink directly into the floor. She could barely look in her ladyship's direction, only able to cast her blue eyes down at the hem of the flowing, lavender skirt that came to rest at her ladyship's feet. She swallowed. "Y-yes, my lady. I need to-"
"Rosie, why haven't you drained your milk yet?"
A playful sort of cruelty dripped off of every word. Rosie tried to make herself smaller, however impossible her massively swollen bosom made such a feat. She couldn't see them, but she could feel her lady's rich, brown eyes examining her body. Each click of Lady Vari's heels echoed both down the hallways and around the inside of Rosie's mind. She knew her status, but being circled and appraised like this made Rosie feel less like a member of the serving staff and more like livestock. The thought sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her body, her spine stiffening and more milk leaking from her breasts.
As soon as the sound of footsteps moved behind her, Lady Vari entirely out of Rosie's view, they stopped. Rosie held her breath. For a moment, the only sound that broke the silence was the pattering of droplets against the ground and the sound of her own heart racing. Rosie knew not to speak until spoken to, but the tension was only rising, as was the pressure in her breasts, so she ventured a meek, quiet sound. "...L-lady Var- Eeep!"
As soon as she spoke, a pair of hands grabbed Rosie's breasts from underneath. The hands trembled as they hefted the milk-filled globes. The trickle swelled into a full stream, the breasts forcing out more milk under their own heft. Rosie moaned, her lady's breath hot on her cheek. "Tut tut, Rosie! Look at you! You're making such a mess! Milk is getting everywhere!"
Rosie could only whine as her lady tightened her grip on the udders she held in her hands, the puddle at their feet growing even faster. She had to gasp for air. Arousal was getting the better of her. "Y-yes, my lad-eeeeee!" More forceful pressure from the hands that held her breasts nearly made her knees give out.
"Come now, Rosie. You know better than that."
Rosie nodded, barely able to think through the has of arousal that had settled around her mind. "Yes... Yes... Mistress." Soft lips were her reward, pressed against the side of her neck slowly, sensually, as deft hands played with her breasts.
"There you go, Rosie. That's so much better, isn't it? I made you like this. Your breasts were so cute when we first met. Barely larger than your head. And now look at them. I can't believe you let me do this to you. Let me ask you a question, cow. Who owns your body?"
Rosie was melting. "Y-you do, Mistress."
"Who owns your milk?"
Her eyes rolled back into her head. "You! You do, Mistress!"
"Who owns your pleasure?"
The words came out of the maid even before she could think to form them. "You do, Mistress."
Lady Vari gave the swollen udders one last squeeze, milk rushing from Rosie's nipples in a white torrent. "You're damned right I do."
As soon as Lady Vari let go, Rosie collapsed to the ground. The milk-slick floor made it impossible for her to stay upright, landing with her cheek in the puddle. Her mind and her body were alight with arousal. Her lady's touch was so good and she groaned as her lady reached down to stroke her hair. "There, that should buy you enough time, my little hucow maid. Clean up the mess you've made and then come to my room. Do not change clothes. Do not dry yourself. You are not to touch your breasts at all until I say you can."
A little peck on the cheek made Rosie's entire body shudder. As the clicking of Lady Vari's heels faded off into the distance, Rosie did her best to gather her strength. She couldn't keep her lady waiting.
Want to scissor with someone and when our pussies are pressed together, they lay a bunch of little eggs in me. They're not big at first, you wouldn't be able to tell I'm pregnant. It's not until later that I start showing as the eggs incubate and grow larger. My hips and butt grow to prepare for the laying and my tits swell with milk. My belly grows to the size of a third trimester in only a month. My shirts are tight around it, barely covering it. My tits stretch the material. Even with a bra on, my nipples are still visible. They're super sensitive, the lightest touch makes them stiffen. A slight squeeze or tug makes them leak.
The eggs would grow to a medium size inside me. I'd look heavily pregnant, like I was overdue. The pressure of the eggs would be heavy against my cervix. Rubbing my belly would only do so much. It would only be when I felt the first egg sink lower and the pressure move downward that things would start to feel better. But then I'd have to start laying. The eggs would be coming, and fast. Maybe I'd be out in public, like at the store. I'd be wearing tight but somewhat stretchy clothes, like leggings. I'd try so hard to keep them in until I was finished, but it'd be no use. The first one would start crowning in the dairy aisle. It would be fitting, given the milk that would be leaking from my nipples. I'd press a hand against my crotch to try and push it back in, but it wouldn't work. That egg would come out regardless of my opinion.
It would finally push it's way out in the checkout line. It would feel so good, slick and relatively small. The way it'd pop out would be so relieving. I'd check out and hobble my out, trying not to bring too much attention to myself as the second egg crowned. Luckily, my grocery load would be pretty light. I would manage to get everything in the trunk before the second one was laid, but only just barely. I would just be climbing in the back seat as the second egg pushed it's way into my leggings, shoving the first one up and over my rock hard clit. Milk would drip onto the seat, me on my hands and knees to lay better. I wouldn't even bother taking off my pants as the next egg crowned.
With just a little rock of my hips, the two eggs already out would roll over my clit, making me cum. That would be enough to send out the third egg. The fourth, fifth, and sixth would be pumped out shortly after. It would only be when all of the eggs were out that I would finally take my pants off, huffing with the effort. Vaginal fluid would coat my pussy and inner thighs and milk will have soaked my shirt
Don't they look wonderful getting a little bigger everyday for you? Please, put your lips on them. Suck on them to your hearts desire. I grew them not just for me, but for you too. I can't wait for you to taste them. I'll be your personal milk maid and do nothing but make my breasts bigger and bigger for your pleasure.
Accidentally angering a brownie by throwing out the food left out by the previous homeowners. The new very apologetic homeowner attempts to make it right and agrees to the brownie's demands to give him milk and food in the evening. However she fucked up. He never specifies what type of milk she needs to provide and she only realizes her mistake when her chest becomes sore and two wet spots appear on her shirt.
Milk With Honey
Contains: present tense, m!brownie x fem!reader, no dialogue, dub con, lactation, oral (reader receiving), squirting, 1.1k words, NSFW & MDNI
Divider by @strangergraphics
Seeing the tiny, hairy, brown being standing on the table where the glass of milk you dumped in the sink the night before previously stood, you don’t know how to react for a moment. After all, how could such a little guy cause a ruckus akin to a burglar for an entire night?
He complains a little, calling you thankless for not paying him after he cleaned up so nicely, but then concedes that you are new here and therefore deserve a second chance. You are happy to take him up on this offer, even thinking the brownie rather generous. When you ask what he would like to eat, he demands some milk with honey.
What a deceivingly simple demand.
That evening, you put a glass of warm milk with a spoonful of honey on the table, and go to sleep. It seems like everything is fine since the house is quiet, but for some reason, your chest starts feeling sore, tingly and swollen. Frowning, you knead your breasts to relieve the uncomfortable sensation.
Initially, it feels good, yet as time passes, the ache gets worse, your breasts feeling harder. And then, you realize that two wet spots have appeared on your shirt.
Shocked, you sit up and pull up your shirt, only to find that not only are your nipples erect and leaking with something, your breasts also seem a little bigger and heavier than before.
You are lactating.
Was this what the brownie meant when he demanded milk?!
Thoughts run wild as you make to get out of bed, yet just as your foot touches the ground, a big hand grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down. Your eyes flick back and forth trying to see what is touching you, and a moment later, a figure appears before you. It is larger than a human, covered in nothing but brown hair.
The figure glances at you and laughs, voice impossibly deep, saying he is here for his promised dinner.
You need a moment to realize that this large figure is the tiny brownie from before. Before you can ask anything or even attempt to negotiate, he tears off your shirt. Then he grabs one of your breasts, puts his mouth to your nipple, and starts kneading and sucking.
A warm, tingly feeling flows from your lower abdomen into your chest and to your nipples as he drinks your milk, the pressure in your full breast slowly reducing. And while sucking, his hand keeps massaging, causing your breast to soften and the milk flow. It is a nice feeling that inexplicably makes you happy, like eating something sweet, and you unconsciously reach out to hug him, burying your hands in his long brown hair.
You can’t help moaning when he squeezes your other breast and rubs his rough finger pads over your leaking, sensitive nipple. For some reason, this feels different, less cuddly and comforting but more... arousing.
The brownie sucks on your nipple until no more milk comes out before switching to the other, where his rubbing fingers have already smeared the milk all over your areola.
Yet he doesn’t let go of your breast, now holding both and kneading them, thumbing the nipple that has been sucked until numb. Soft happiness, relief and arousal intertwine, especially when you think about being this intimate with a stranger, a fae. There is something unspeakably taboo and exciting to the current situation that almost makes you wish he’d whip out his cock to fuck you.
You secretly rub your thighs together, tightening your grip in his hair and pressing your chest forward.
He seems to notice this. Sucking even more enthusiastically, the brownie takes great care not to waste even a drop of your milk, greedily gulping down the warm, sweet liquid.
When he is finally finished, you feel very relaxed and sleepy, as if you just accomplished something great that needed a lot of effort. You blink slowly and are about to nod off when you feel the large brownie move. He lets off your breasts, nipples now slightly aching from his intense sucking, and lifts your legs over his wide shoulders.
The next moment, he pulls off your panties.
His hot breath hits your crotch, and then he attaches his mouth to your pussy, tongue nudging your folds apart and prying at your entrance. A shudder runs along your spine, from your tailbone to the top of your head, and your pussy throbs as his tongue enters you.
It is longer than expected, and also broader. With a temperature matching your core, all you can feel is his tongue moving, wriggling, curling up against a certain rough spot in such a way that your clit twitches. And then he opens his mouth wider, letting his teeth scrape over your clit…
You bury your fingers in his head hair, your aching chest heaving with every breath.
He got you so wet you hear it squelch when he moves.
Biting your lip to suppress your moans while pushing your hips forward, you are unsure whether you truly want this when the brownie suddenly gives your pussy a harsh suck. His tongue laps at your inner walls and you can hear him swallowing, as if… as if feasting on your slick.
Thoughts tumble through your mind and suddenly you understand what “milk with honey” referred to.
It also happens to be your last moment of clarity before the way he eats you out makes you climax with a squeal. Your pussy flutters, squeezing out more slick, and he devours it like it is the most delectable delicacy on earth.
Sucking and lapping and lightly scraping his teeth over your clit, the brownie tongue-fucks you until with one of your many orgasms, you feel a coil-like sensation in your abdomen relax. Pressure finds its floodgates and comes pouring out, slick squirting into his mouth. This orgasm wrecks you so hard you convulse, nearly spraying your juices all over the place if not for him holding you down with a vice grip.
Your pussy contracts so hard around nothing you feel yourself, smooth, slick flesh rubbing together. Tears blur your sight and for a moment, you are in such a state of bliss your consciousness seems to be floating.
The brownie continues licking your pussy. His tongue meticulously cleans the slick from your folds and channel. It guides you through the afterglow of your climax, calming the arousal, until you are lulled to sleep.
He gives your pussy one last reluctant suck before getting up.
Looking at your glistening folds and reddened nipples, he can’t help licking his lips.
Being filled with her eggs makes you dizzy. So big; stuffed like her good little bitch. Your hole is swollen, sensitive and abused. Your stomach cramps as the eggs start to grow inside you.
She lays next to you stroking your hair and face. You push rhythmically to get those damn eggs out, shifting from your front to your back to sitting up to kneeling down. So uncomfortable, you shuddered as your hole buldged, your body slowly giving in to birthing the first egg. Her colourful eyes watched closely, she stroked her cock as you struggled.
It felt like it happened in slow motion, you stretched and stretched and were pushed open more and more, breathing hard until finally the egg fell free.
She moaned happily as it fell, pulled you to her chest. You cried as she lovingly pushed her entire ovipositor back inside you, keeping the rest of her brood nice and deep.
She hugged you close and cockwarmed you for hours. You felt a jolt of- panic? Pleasure? -every time her cock pulsed inside you. Panic that it was another egg. Pleasure because, well, its still a throbbing cock inside you and youre still a greedy slut.
She might have slept, but its hard to tell. This was the closest thing to mercy youll have for a while, you make sure to appreciate it. You try not to squeeze or grind on her cock too much, and take advantage of resting.
But. Cmon.
The eggs feel like theyre growing minute by minute. Theyre crowding your insides, pushing against everything inside you, demanding room. She's fucked them so deep inside you, but with limited options they descend.
Much later, you both groaned sleepily as she pulled out. She still held you close, in a cuddly mood apparently. Drawing little circles along your distended stomach, watching the bulges shift inside you.
You keep trying to push and she doesnt seem to stop you. She sort of ... chitters happily. You breath in quick, even puffs, trying to keep the steady pressure as gnarled shells drag against every nerve inside you. Egg 2 finally crowns, you push more and make it split you open. Oh goddd its so much bigger than the first was. She copies your breathing, puffing with you as she pushes it back in.
You give her a pleading look but her hypnotising eyes shine with something like delight and nothing like mercy. Youre so sensitive you feel like youve been edged.
Finally, she sits you in her lap. She kisses and bites your neck with sharp teeth, she rubs your massive swollen belly proudly. You feel oversensitive, and brain-foggy.
You cant tell, as your knees are pushed wide open for her, if youre horrified or the most turned on youve ever been.
You whimper in her arms, grinding against her hand and shivering at her panflute-like breath on your ear. Egg 2 presses against your dripping wet entrance. You know she feels it on her hand, her musical voice picks up with excitement.
Youre breached by the narrow tip of egg, grown so much bigger than the first. Fucked loose so thoroughly and recently, now with gravity on your side, you dont have a choice. It splits you and forces you open. But of course it stops. Her hand cups it, but this time its not her that denies you. The bulbous end is too big to slip out on its own.
Youre tired but you steel yourself and push. All the eggs shift and you sting with fullness. Drawing ragged breaths, you feel more descend and egg 3 tapping on the end of the one that splits you open, threatening to be next.
The crowning egg pops out in a rush. Its a flash of pain as you are forced to stretch so much so quickly, but your pleasure in her hand she makes sure you cum at the same time. You cry out, wracked by every sensation.
She lets you close your legs but her hand is still at your core and theres nothing you can do to move it. You wail as egg 3 slips down into place between your loose hole. Was it better to have you legs open? Would anything make this hurt less?? You shift, and no, no it doesnt. She graps you and pulls your legs up with strength you could never match. The tip of the egg bulges obscenely out of you. You hump the air trying to dislodge it.
No thoughts as your lips expand and expand. Pleasure strikes you like lightning - which of course, makes you clench and bear down. You scream as egg 3 pops out as well. She watches your face as her deft fingers keep you cumming much longer than you can handle.
Number 4 she does catch, right where it feels like its ripping you apart. Holding you on the edge of relief, biting your ear as you scream. Its not even inside you, where your muscles could push it more. No, its just the widest part of the egg keeping you stretched.
The next egg knocks it, she taps them lightly inside you. The sound thrums deeply inside you. The next egg moved slower it feels bigger it feels bigger it feels bigger. You stop pushing for a moment, lean back on her shoulder and cry.
She finally pulls egg 4 free - then the tip of egg 5 follows quickly but oh it reaches your limit so much earlier than the others. Its definitely bigger.
You roll off of her and crawl onto all fours. Youre just too tired to sit up properly. Changing positions shifts the egg, the angle is different. Your legs feel forced open. Rocking back and forth to dislodge it from your body. You grunt with effort, and cry out when its finally birthed, that relief makes you cum.
She slips underneath you, and sits with her lovely hips right under your face. She strokes herself, that fat ovipositor with an x on the head. You know it opens up like petals. She sighs like windchimes as she slowly jerks herself off.
Your body was completely wrecked by this cock but ... fuck its so pretty. Leaning down you drag your tongue across the head, and are rewarded with her lovely moans. It makes you so happy that it tastes like you.
Gently sucking and tonguing her cock, 6 weighs down on your hole and opens you up with such a delicious stretch. Your hips rock to get it out, you convulse and cum on the shell.
Youre such a good slut for these eggs. You clench from cumming, this time squeezing the egg sucks it back in. Youre pulsing, sucking it back in and pushing it back down. Youre fucking yourself on this egg. You choke on her cock and you push.
The relief isnt orgasmic this time, in fact you dont get to enjoy it at all. 6 is birthed and 7 fills its place so quickly and wholly that you cry out and shudder. Theres such a unique horror to feeling something huge stuck half inside you.
You suck the head harder and stroke her from the base. Can she see what shes done to you? Can she see how your slick swollen hole buldges obscenely? You whimper, your thighs tremble and you desperately keep sucking her cock.
Dizzy from effort and choking, you push. Split open like a good breeding bitch, you push. Rutting against the air, you push. The rough shell dragging against your inner walls, you almost dont mind every time you feel it slip just a little back in.
You finally reach the crest, it feels like its moving on its own as its weight drags it out. You are wracked with convulsions as orgasms strike you like lightning, suddenly much lighter. She strokes your hair as you shudder and gasp in her lap. You did such a good job for her.
You breath hard as you come down, completely relieved and relaxed. Youre kind of proud? She doesnt seem to care about the eggs, all her attention is on you. Would you do take her eggs again? God yes.
"No reason to be alarmed, my dear patient. Your frustrations are perfectly reasonable. I've seen plenty of others with cases just like yours." Dr. Blair clasps his hands, looking over a file as he sits at his desk. "You're in need of orgasm denial therapy. Sounds extreme, I know, but you'll have to trust me for the benefit of your own health."
"First, I'll have you lay down on the table for a physical exam. Always wise to look you over in full. I'll have you undress and put on a gown, and then we'll begin. I'll listen to your heart, your breathing, and I'll feel along your neck to check for any inflammation. After that, I'll take a look inside your mouth. I'll use a depressor on your tongue, then put a pair of gloves on to inspect your teeth and gums." He pauses momentarily to light a cigarette, smoke leaving the corner of his mouth as he goes on.
"Next, of course, will be the breast exam. I'll help you untie your gown. From there, I'll place my hands on your breasts. It's imporant to feel them in order to check for lumps that may be cancerous in nature. Once you're cleared there, I'll have you disrobe entirely." The patient's eyes widen at that, but before any words are spoken, the dark-haired doctor goes on.
"Yes, I find that my patients are best examined without their gown to impede my work. While laying on the table, I'll check the range of motion in your hips and knees, moving one leg at a time up, down, and finally into the stirrups. Once your knees are properly positioned apart, I'll begin with an abdominal exam. Your pubic hair will also be shaved, if it hasn't been already." His white-coated form shifts in my chair. He makes eye contact while telling his patient the details of his plans for them.
"Prior to beginning the pelvic exam, I'll restrain you. This is in case you do any moving around. I find some of my patients consider the examination and the treatment somewhat stressful. The last thing I need is for you to fall off my table and hurt yourself. "
"Once properly secured, I'll begin with taking a few photos for the sake of documentation. After that, I'll proceed with your external examination. I'll be checking your mons pubis with some gentle pressing. Afterwards, I'll inspect your labia majora for any blemishes or abnormalities, afterwhich I'll do the same for your labia minora. I'll examine your vaginal opening, and feel for your bartholin glands." He pushes up his glasses, then making a little pinching motion with his hand for the purpose of demonstration.
"Assuming everything is in working order, we'll move to the internal examination. I'll insert one of my fingers into your vaginal canal. You may feel some mild discomfort, but the exam is to make sure your therapy will be effective. Once I've inserted my second finger," he holds up two fingers as he speaks, "and felt your vaginal walls and palpated your cervix, I'll remove my fingers and prep you for the rectovaginal exam. That will involve me inserting one finger into your anus and one finger into your vaginal canal. You'll feel me probe your vagina and rectum simultaneously, checking your rectovaginal septum and your ligaments. Once we're through, I'll remove my fingers and prepare you for stimulation." He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping it on the ashtray he had set next to a stack of other patient's files. It was evident this was all too common of a proceedure.
"I find a mild sedative is best applied to my patients at this stage. After a quick injection, you'll feel relaxed and a little lightheaded. Then, the therapy will begin. I'll be using my fingers to stimulate your clitoris while asking you a series of questions regarding your sensation and pleasure. You're not meant to enjoy the proceedure, of course, but some of my patients do find themselves getting a little worked up. I'll be stimulating you for as long as I deem necessary. The therapy requires that you are kept here for daily treatment without being allowed to orgasm. Your psychosexual responses will be tracked and recorded. Once you're able to respond to the stimulation in a manner I deem efficient, you'll be released from my care. Treatment is known to last anywhere between a few weeks, to a few months. Though I have certainly had patients remain in my care for longer."
He smiles slightly, though the expression doesnt reach his eyes. His cold gaze remained unmoved behind his glasses, as he looks his latest patient over.
Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.
The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.
All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?
Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.
At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.
But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.
You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?
No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.
At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.
On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.
When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.
They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.
You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.
Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.
Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.
You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.
The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.
My laptop broke so this was mostly written on phone. Also, it was originally part of another story, but escalated so much I had to make it its own thing. So it has no plot. Only smut.
And my fingers hurt.
And it’s very hot and my mind’s melting and my thoughts are drifting and — basically I’m taking a break until temperatures cool and (my) morale improves.
Contains: past tense, 12 male gargoyles x afab!reader, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, p in v, anal, fingering, use of tails, gangbang, cum dump, knotting, creampie, belly bulge, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 3.4k words, NSFW & MDNI
Body burning hot from the aphrodisiac and dripping wet from the pouring rain, water sloshing out of your shoes and leaving a trail, you stumbled into the church. The air was cold and the light dim, only illuminating the dusty cobwebs on the old wrought iron sconces and the walls blackened by hundreds of years of incense, candle, and cigarette smoke.
Your legs were weak, so soft you could barely stand, yet you didn’t dare stop.
What if they followed you?
Thoughts swimming as your blood boiled, you forced yourself to continue. You walked through the nave past the pews, didn’t realize when you took a corner, and somehow ended up before a heavy door, made of iron-bound wood. Unable to think of what may lie behind, you pushed it open, crawling up the steep stairs.
When you reached the top after who knew how long, your skin was itching, breasts feeling sore and pussy drooling with arousal. Irritated, you struggled to take off your wet clothes, disliking the way they clung to your body. Then you reached down, the unexpected touch of your own cold fingers making you flinch and whine in frustration.
“Oh my, what do we have here?”
The sudden voice, like stones rubbing against each other, caused you to jump.
“Haha, no need to be afraid…”
And before your wide eyes, a figure stepped out of the shadows, into the pale light painted by raindrops trailing down the big round window behind. A head crowned by horns, bat-like wings sprouting from the back and a flexible tail coiling around the legs, a naked man made of stone bowed down to you.
“It’s just us,” he said as lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled across the sky, the blinding white light revealing more shadows like him, “the guardians of this church.”
Like the sound of falling pebbles, the voices of the gargoyles rang out. They chuckled and whispered, their cocks dangling right before your eyes.
The first gargoyle seemed to notice your gaze, and his voice took on a pitying tone. “Oh no, how did that happen? You’re all… wet!”
You looked at him, close to crying, “Help…”
He exchanged looks with the others, silently exchanging their thoughts, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
“Boss, you first, you first…”
“Go for it!”
“She’s so pretty…”
“I want to go next!”
“No way, go after me!”
“Don’t fight…”
“Well then, don’t mind me~”
With that, the first gargoyle stepped forward and brought you in position. Facing the window with rain running down in rivulets, head down on a hastily dusted off cushion they got from god knew where and ass up, the gargoyle’s tail nudged your knees apart while his hands grabbed your ass cheeks. The cold, heavy touch sent a shiver up your spine, and as his hands spread your flesh, slick dripped from your pussy.
Then a rock teased your entrance. Its small, rounded tip slid up and down between your wet folds, circling around your clit before returning to your hole and slipping in. The deeper it went, the wider it got, until it forced your hole so wide open you whimpered. Afterwards, he quickly pulled out, only to slowly slide back in. Again and again, he sank into you, gradually stretching your pussy and allowing you to take him deeper and deeper.
At this point, you realized he was using his tail to fuck you.
He was preparing you.
His tip grazed your sensitive spot, making you whine and buck your hips. You wanted, no, needed him deeper, faster, rougher.
But just then, the gargoyle pulled out.
“Please…!”
He chuckled, “May I?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, ah—!”
With one swift stroke, the gargoyle entered your sopping wet pussy with his cold, hard stone cock. Your walls clenched around the tapered tip, bulging mid-section and narrower base, feeling his outline. It was so hard it almost hurt, lacking any give or flexibility, but right then, mind almost blackout drunk on aphrodisiacs, that felt heavenly.
The gargoyle adjusted his grip on your ass, tail wrapping around your waist and dangling down to tease your asshole with its slicked up tip still carrying your temperature, and started thrusting. Slow and steady, he pulled back until his tip was barely still inside you before pushing back in. His slightly rough texture dragging along your walls perfectly soothed the itch you felt there, causing you to moan softly as you relaxed.
A few stone hands reached out to give you more pillows. Then they stroked your back, arms, head and cheeks, one finger even dipping into your mouth to press down on your tongue.
And right then, the gargoyle fucking you slammed into your pussy.
A jolt went through you as he hit a certain spot. Unable to close your mouth, you moaned loudly, and your pussy squelched with every hard plunge into your depths from how wet you were. It made you feel more and more excited, especially with all the other gargoyles watching, your eyes rolling and chest heaving, like an animal in heat.
All you could manage was a pathetic whine before you came. Your pussy fluttered, clearly feeling his canine-like shape and slightly rough texture pressing into your wet, tender walls.
Behind you, the gargoyle sped up. Delicious friction left your abdomen pulsing and your hole dripping, while the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your drenched folds. His stone body was stained by your aphrodisiac-induced heat, seemingly almost melding into your body, and your slick spread over his knot, resulting in an additional wet smacking noise.
When you came the second time, the gargoyle rammed his hard, fist-like knot into your sopping pussy.
You screamed at the sudden sensation of fullness. Your eyes rolled and your walls fluttered, stimulated by his continuous shallow thrusts. His punishing pace left you incoherent and trembling from bliss, his knot pulling on your pussy and stretching you further. And all the while, the other gargoyles were still teasing you, holding your mouth open. Each of your loud and high-pitched gasps, moans and whines was forced out of you, for all to appreciate as you were fucked.
A moment later, the gargoyle grunted. Without warning, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and were pumped into your depths. It was noticeably warm, with a weight and consistency to it that reminded you of mortar.
Unable to control yourself, another orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenched around the stone knot, fluttering so hard your abdomen hurt a little.
The gargoyle patted your ass reddened by his vice grip with a chuckle and pulled out. He had fucked you so well his knot popped out with ease, leaving your hole gaping and slowly dripping slick. Its sight drew some chuckles and other sounds from the surrounding gargoyles. From the corner of your eye, vision blurred by the raging aphrodisiac and recent tears of bliss, you even saw a few rubbing their cocks.
Seeing them, you bit down on your lip. The heat in your abdomen that had just calmed flared up again, making your blood boil with arousal. Sweat dripped down your skin and you felt a little lightheaded, panting and writhing with need.
One of the gargoyles patted your head and trailed his fingers down your spine, cooing something. At the same time, his tail tip pressed against your clit, making you twitch sensitively at the cold, hard touch.
He laughed, yet refused to enter you. All he did was caress your sweaty back and tease your clit. It was agonizing in the best way, a sweet torture that slowly led you to the edge yet left you hanging just as you were about to fall. Too little to come, yet too much to cool down again. Steadily keeping you there, listening to your moans, until he had enough. The gargoyle replaced his tail with his fingers and gently knead.
You came as if a button had been pressed. Eyes rolling back and body spasming wildly, something in your abdomen unraveled and liquid squirted from your pussy.
Laughter like falling rocks rumbled in your ears. A crackle sounded, like stone rubbing against stone, and you could feel their gazes boring into you, clinging to your naked body. They were watching, all watching you. Watching your slick and sweat drip, your thighs shift, your clit twitch. Like they were fucking you with their eyes.
These thoughts mixed with the aphrodisiac and turned you on, winding up the tension in your belly like a spring.
Sensitive from all the stimulation, you trembled when you were touched again. The gargoyle turned you over, onto your back, and lifted your legs. Bedded on the cushions, your hips were raised to the perfect height for the gargoyle to enter you, letting you see how your greedy hole swallowed his knobbly cock bit by bit. It looked like tightly squeezed soap bubbles and felt like a scaled-down version of the bumpy cobblestone streets outside, ending in an uneven knot at the base.
He gently held your thighs whetted by your slick as he thrust, going neither deep nor fast but patiently rubbing his knobbly cock along your walls. His pace combined with your post-climax heightened sensitivity made you moan and unconsciously tilt your hips like you wanted him to go deeper. Yet the gargoyle maintained his pace, steady as a rock. In and out, back and forth, the knobbly texture caressed your insides. It was calm to the point of being agitating, almost as bad as merely playing with your clit.
Finally, when you were moaning desperately, he worked his uneven knot into you. As it pressed against your g-spot, you came with a cry, while he grunted and pumped a rope of thick, heavy, mortar-like cum into you. The sensation of it settling in your belly mixed with your orgasm, further dragging it out.
You didn’t even notice how he pulled out and was replaced.
Or rather, you barely felt him at all. Only his tip grazed your walls like a mean tease, until he slid his knot in. He fucked you in a frenzy, knot rubbing over your g-spot, and just as your pleasure was building nicely, he already came, dumping his load of weighty cum into you.
Before you could whine about the emptiness you were filled once more. Legs propped up against the gargoyle’s chest and knees over his shoulders, his straight cock sank into your pussy. Stone barbs lightly caught on your entrance and were forced in, pressing into your wet walls like a massage stick. Holding onto your thighs, he started thrusting, gradually speeding up until your breasts bounced and your hands tried to find something to hold onto.
Thick cum was compressed by his cock head, pounded deeper into you with each addictive repetition. Wet squelches and your moans filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of stone and the heavy scent of lust.
Your eyes rolled as you came. Pussy fluttering and spasming, pleasure coursed through your veins and calmed the boiling heat as the gargoyle fucked you through your orgasm. Yet relief was denied, lust reignited before it could extinguish. It sent you back into the throes of ecstasy as the gargoyle plowed you, raking your walls until they were tender.
When you trembled with your next orgasm, he buried his knot inside your fucked raw pussy. Thick cum was pressed deeper into your core and added to by him, your lower abdomen noticeably bulging from the amount.
After a long while, he pulled out with a wet plop.
Your hole gaped from being repeatedly knotted. The flesh inside was red from the constant stimulation, feeling puffy and burning faintly.
And yet, the gargoyles’ next actions came as no relief.
The following cocks were smaller than the others with less novel textures, but they all got creative before dumping their cum into your pussy. One fucked you slowly while kneading your breasts and using your dripping slick to tease your asshole with his tail tip, relishing in how it dripped from between your folds. Another turned you onto your belly and fingered your pussy until his fingers were dripping wet so he could prep your ass, stretching the little bud into a blooming flower before pushing his cock alternately into your pussy and your ass. And you didn’t know who started it, but he used his cock and tail to fuck your two holes simultaneously, keeping you on edge with their sometimes slow and sometimes fast pace and denying you your orgasm until the very end.
When they were done with you, sweat was flowing down your spine and your belly was swollen from how much thick, heavy cum pressed down on your womb. Your eyes were unfocused, your holes gaping, and faint bruises were already covering your skin.
Just as you vaguely thought they were done, another pair of hands gripped you. Large and steady, they turned you onto your back and pressed your legs up until your knees neared your ears. In this position, you were forced to present your puffy, gaping pussy to the gargoyle towering above you. Outlined by the faint light shining into the little room through the round window behind him, you saw broad shoulders and large wings, adonis-like abdominal muscles hewn into the stone torso, and a big, fat, curved, exaggeratedly veiny cock hanging between his thick thighs.
The gargoyle sounded a little bashful as he apologized before penetrating you with his enormous cock head.
Your sopping wet hole was stretched to its limit, quietly squelching as centimeter after centimeter sank in. Folds spread and erect clit twitching, just the tip had your eyes already rolling. When he was one third in, you felt him push the mortar-like cum filling your channel being pushed deeper inside, and by the time he was two thirds in, you felt him bottom out, carved veins pressing firmly into your walls. The pulse of pleasure as he completely filled you made you throw your head back and your muscles spasm as slick squirted from your pussy like a broken sprinkler.
Blood rushed through your ears, deafening loud. Every little touch and move made you pant like an animal in heat. You couldn’t tell whether you were screaming or crying or trembling. All you knew was that you were stuffed with cum and cock. A cum-dump being fucked into oblivion by monster cocks. So cock-drunk you couldn’t tell up from down.
When the gargoyle slowly pulled back, your folds clung to his girth. His veins and distinct cock head dragged over your already overstimulated g-spot, and when he once more sank into your depths, you came again, pussy fluttering.
The large gargoyle grunted. He rolled his hips with great patience, letting you get used to his monstrous size before speeding up. With every thrust, he got faster and plunged in deeper, eventually pounding both his cock and the other gargoyles’ accumulated cum into you. His hips drenched by your slick slapped against your forcefully bent up ass and folds, wet smacks matching the rhythm of your heartbeat until overtaking it.
You felt him in your gut and at the back of your throat, fucking the air out of your lungs and making your pussy gush. He left you in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure, and when he finally somehow rammed his fat knot into your abused hole, you came so hard you blacked out.
And all the while, the large gargoyle still rocked his hilted cock inside you, showing his big outline from your pussy through your abdomen, knot grinding against your g-spot while his tip pressed the others’ cum against your cervix. Then with one last roll of his hips, cramming himself as deep into you as he could, he came. A thick rope of heavy cum erupted from his length, more and more of it pumping into you until your stomach bulged as if pregnant.
He pulled out with some difficulty, producing a loud squelch and leaving your thighs red and trembling from his hold, your hole so stretched one could see the cum stuffing you. Looking at his masterpiece, he paused for a moment, then flicked your clit.
You moaned and shuddered reflexively from the current this touch sent through your body.
Despite how spent you were, how tired and thirsty, you still… hadn’t had enough.
Abused by the aphrodisiac and gargoyle cocks, you’d already been trained into wanting this.
As such, it was to your great pleasure when they continued. Big, small, knobbly, smooth — each and every one of the twelve gargoyles fucked their knot into your pussy at least once and dumped their cum into you. They filled you until there was so much the bigger ones couldn’t fit anymore and took to fucking your stretched ass, only to switch back to your pussy just as they were about to cum.
By the end, everyone was fucking your ass with their cocks wet from your slick and stuck their tips into your pussy to use you as cum dump, until it overflowed. Thick glops of it fell out of your pussy, hole stretched so much it couldn’t close, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor with a splat.
Your whole body was numb and sweaty and trembling, brain fucked empty, and your stomach bulged from the copious amounts of mortar-like cum, heavy and stuffed to the brim. Small spasms caused by your uncountable orgasms caused your pussy to contract around the still pliable yet gradually hardening substance filling you, finally making you pass out from overstimulation.
When you regained consciousness, it was already the next day. You were dead tired, extremely hungry, your limbs heavy, and there was still something thick and hard plugging your fucked raw pussy. It was so bad that just turning over left you drained of strength and panting for breath.
When you dizzily reached between your shaking legs, you felt something hard sealing your entrance. Your folds were covered by it, also reaching your clit and ass like some kind of strange sex toy. Experimentally pulling on it sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine and forced a hoarse moan over your burning vocal cords, immediately making you recall the events of last night.
Shocked, you looked down at yourself and gaped at the sight.
Your belly, no, your entire abdomen bulged, from your bellybutton to your folds. It made your skin stretch, a hardness hiding beneath the soft flesh and leaving you unable to tense your muscles without gasping in pleasure and overstimulation alike.
By now, it was clear: That thing stuffing your pussy was the gargoyles’ hardened cum.
It had filled your gaping hole to the brim and perfectly molded according to your shape, then hardened over night, or maybe once the daylight shone on it. Either way, just lightly tugging on it sent fresh currents along your nerves, forcefully reigniting your arousal.
With tears gathering in your eyes, you bit your lip and took deep breaths as you removed the dildo of hardened gargoyle cum from your pussy. Your slick eased the action, yet it fit so well and reminded you so much of the insanity of last night that you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on it. Every dip and bulge was a faint memory of the gargoyles’ cocks, especially the knot-like shape towards your entrance. Only the flared tip was new, wonderfully kissing your cervix every time you completely swallowed it.
By the time you finally pulled the pillar out of your hole, you’d come three times and were feeling lightheaded.
Your entire body trembled as you slowly dressed. The clothes were a little crispy from getting drenched in rain last night, but you couldn’t afford to care about it. Only, when you were fully clothed, you glanced at the hardened cum dildo and fell into a long moment of hesitation.
You couldn’t just… leave it here. What if someone else found it? But how were you supposed to get this thing out of a church…?
Ah.
Both ashamed and excited, you pulled down your pants.
And as you worked the pillar back into your ravaged pussy, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed with lust, a dozen pairs of dim, stony eyes stared at you, silently watching.
Oh… If you liked them so much, then maybe… they could take the opportunity to visit you one of those days.
My laptop broke so this was mostly written on phone. Also, it was originally part of another story, but escalated so much I had to make it its own thing. So it has no plot. Only smut.
And my fingers hurt.
And it’s very hot and my mind’s melting and my thoughts are drifting and — basically I’m taking a break until temperatures cool and (my) morale improves.
Contains: past tense, 12 male gargoyles x afab!reader, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, p in v, anal, fingering, use of tails, gangbang, cum dump, knotting, creampie, belly bulge, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 3.4k words, NSFW & MDNI
Body burning hot from the aphrodisiac and dripping wet from the pouring rain, water sloshing out of your shoes and leaving a trail, you stumbled into the church. The air was cold and the light dim, only illuminating the dusty cobwebs on the old wrought iron sconces and the walls blackened by hundreds of years of incense, candle, and cigarette smoke.
Your legs were weak, so soft you could barely stand, yet you didn’t dare stop.
What if they followed you?
Thoughts swimming as your blood boiled, you forced yourself to continue. You walked through the nave past the pews, didn’t realize when you took a corner, and somehow ended up before a heavy door, made of iron-bound wood. Unable to think of what may lie behind, you pushed it open, crawling up the steep stairs.
When you reached the top after who knew how long, your skin was itching, breasts feeling sore and pussy drooling with arousal. Irritated, you struggled to take off your wet clothes, disliking the way they clung to your body. Then you reached down, the unexpected touch of your own cold fingers making you flinch and whine in frustration.
“Oh my, what do we have here?”
The sudden voice, like stones rubbing against each other, caused you to jump.
“Haha, no need to be afraid…”
And before your wide eyes, a figure stepped out of the shadows, into the pale light painted by raindrops trailing down the big round window behind. A head crowned by horns, bat-like wings sprouting from the back and a flexible tail coiling around the legs, a naked man made of stone bowed down to you.
“It’s just us,” he said as lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled across the sky, the blinding white light revealing more shadows like him, “the guardians of this church.”
Like the sound of falling pebbles, the voices of the gargoyles rang out. They chuckled and whispered, their cocks dangling right before your eyes.
The first gargoyle seemed to notice your gaze, and his voice took on a pitying tone. “Oh no, how did that happen? You’re all… wet!”
You looked at him, close to crying, “Help…”
He exchanged looks with the others, silently exchanging their thoughts, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
“Boss, you first, you first…”
“Go for it!”
“She’s so pretty…”
“I want to go next!”
“No way, go after me!”
“Don’t fight…”
“Well then, don’t mind me~”
With that, the first gargoyle stepped forward and brought you in position. Facing the window with rain running down in rivulets, head down on a hastily dusted off cushion they got from god knew where and ass up, the gargoyle’s tail nudged your knees apart while his hands grabbed your ass cheeks. The cold, heavy touch sent a shiver up your spine, and as his hands spread your flesh, slick dripped from your pussy.
Then a rock teased your entrance. Its small, rounded tip slid up and down between your wet folds, circling around your clit before returning to your hole and slipping in. The deeper it went, the wider it got, until it forced your hole so wide open you whimpered. Afterwards, he quickly pulled out, only to slowly slide back in. Again and again, he sank into you, gradually stretching your pussy and allowing you to take him deeper and deeper.
At this point, you realized he was using his tail to fuck you.
He was preparing you.
His tip grazed your sensitive spot, making you whine and buck your hips. You wanted, no, needed him deeper, faster, rougher.
But just then, the gargoyle pulled out.
“Please…!”
He chuckled, “May I?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, ah—!”
With one swift stroke, the gargoyle entered your sopping wet pussy with his cold, hard stone cock. Your walls clenched around the tapered tip, bulging mid-section and narrower base, feeling his outline. It was so hard it almost hurt, lacking any give or flexibility, but right then, mind almost blackout drunk on aphrodisiacs, that felt heavenly.
The gargoyle adjusted his grip on your ass, tail wrapping around your waist and dangling down to tease your asshole with its slicked up tip still carrying your temperature, and started thrusting. Slow and steady, he pulled back until his tip was barely still inside you before pushing back in. His slightly rough texture dragging along your walls perfectly soothed the itch you felt there, causing you to moan softly as you relaxed.
A few stone hands reached out to give you more pillows. Then they stroked your back, arms, head and cheeks, one finger even dipping into your mouth to press down on your tongue.
And right then, the gargoyle fucking you slammed into your pussy.
A jolt went through you as he hit a certain spot. Unable to close your mouth, you moaned loudly, and your pussy squelched with every hard plunge into your depths from how wet you were. It made you feel more and more excited, especially with all the other gargoyles watching, your eyes rolling and chest heaving, like an animal in heat.
All you could manage was a pathetic whine before you came. Your pussy fluttered, clearly feeling his canine-like shape and slightly rough texture pressing into your wet, tender walls.
Behind you, the gargoyle sped up. Delicious friction left your abdomen pulsing and your hole dripping, while the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your drenched folds. His stone body was stained by your aphrodisiac-induced heat, seemingly almost melding into your body, and your slick spread over his knot, resulting in an additional wet smacking noise.
When you came the second time, the gargoyle rammed his hard, fist-like knot into your sopping pussy.
You screamed at the sudden sensation of fullness. Your eyes rolled and your walls fluttered, stimulated by his continuous shallow thrusts. His punishing pace left you incoherent and trembling from bliss, his knot pulling on your pussy and stretching you further. And all the while, the other gargoyles were still teasing you, holding your mouth open. Each of your loud and high-pitched gasps, moans and whines was forced out of you, for all to appreciate as you were fucked.
A moment later, the gargoyle grunted. Without warning, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and were pumped into your depths. It was noticeably warm, with a weight and consistency to it that reminded you of mortar.
Unable to control yourself, another orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenched around the stone knot, fluttering so hard your abdomen hurt a little.
The gargoyle patted your ass reddened by his vice grip with a chuckle and pulled out. He had fucked you so well his knot popped out with ease, leaving your hole gaping and slowly dripping slick. Its sight drew some chuckles and other sounds from the surrounding gargoyles. From the corner of your eye, vision blurred by the raging aphrodisiac and recent tears of bliss, you even saw a few rubbing their cocks.
Seeing them, you bit down on your lip. The heat in your abdomen that had just calmed flared up again, making your blood boil with arousal. Sweat dripped down your skin and you felt a little lightheaded, panting and writhing with need.
One of the gargoyles patted your head and trailed his fingers down your spine, cooing something. At the same time, his tail tip pressed against your clit, making you twitch sensitively at the cold, hard touch.
He laughed, yet refused to enter you. All he did was caress your sweaty back and tease your clit. It was agonizing in the best way, a sweet torture that slowly led you to the edge yet left you hanging just as you were about to fall. Too little to come, yet too much to cool down again. Steadily keeping you there, listening to your moans, until he had enough. The gargoyle replaced his tail with his fingers and gently knead.
You came as if a button had been pressed. Eyes rolling back and body spasming wildly, something in your abdomen unraveled and liquid squirted from your pussy.
Laughter like falling rocks rumbled in your ears. A crackle sounded, like stone rubbing against stone, and you could feel their gazes boring into you, clinging to your naked body. They were watching, all watching you. Watching your slick and sweat drip, your thighs shift, your clit twitch. Like they were fucking you with their eyes.
These thoughts mixed with the aphrodisiac and turned you on, winding up the tension in your belly like a spring.
Sensitive from all the stimulation, you trembled when you were touched again. The gargoyle turned you over, onto your back, and lifted your legs. Bedded on the cushions, your hips were raised to the perfect height for the gargoyle to enter you, letting you see how your greedy hole swallowed his knobbly cock bit by bit. It looked like tightly squeezed soap bubbles and felt like a scaled-down version of the bumpy cobblestone streets outside, ending in an uneven knot at the base.
He gently held your thighs whetted by your slick as he thrust, going neither deep nor fast but patiently rubbing his knobbly cock along your walls. His pace combined with your post-climax heightened sensitivity made you moan and unconsciously tilt your hips like you wanted him to go deeper. Yet the gargoyle maintained his pace, steady as a rock. In and out, back and forth, the knobbly texture caressed your insides. It was calm to the point of being agitating, almost as bad as merely playing with your clit.
Finally, when you were moaning desperately, he worked his uneven knot into you. As it pressed against your g-spot, you came with a cry, while he grunted and pumped a rope of thick, heavy, mortar-like cum into you. The sensation of it settling in your belly mixed with your orgasm, further dragging it out.
You didn’t even notice how he pulled out and was replaced.
Or rather, you barely felt him at all. Only his tip grazed your walls like a mean tease, until he slid his knot in. He fucked you in a frenzy, knot rubbing over your g-spot, and just as your pleasure was building nicely, he already came, dumping his load of weighty cum into you.
Before you could whine about the emptiness you were filled once more. Legs propped up against the gargoyle’s chest and knees over his shoulders, his straight cock sank into your pussy. Stone barbs lightly caught on your entrance and were forced in, pressing into your wet walls like a massage stick. Holding onto your thighs, he started thrusting, gradually speeding up until your breasts bounced and your hands tried to find something to hold onto.
Thick cum was compressed by his cock head, pounded deeper into you with each addictive repetition. Wet squelches and your moans filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of stone and the heavy scent of lust.
Your eyes rolled as you came. Pussy fluttering and spasming, pleasure coursed through your veins and calmed the boiling heat as the gargoyle fucked you through your orgasm. Yet relief was denied, lust reignited before it could extinguish. It sent you back into the throes of ecstasy as the gargoyle plowed you, raking your walls until they were tender.
When you trembled with your next orgasm, he buried his knot inside your fucked raw pussy. Thick cum was pressed deeper into your core and added to by him, your lower abdomen noticeably bulging from the amount.
After a long while, he pulled out with a wet plop.
Your hole gaped from being repeatedly knotted. The flesh inside was red from the constant stimulation, feeling puffy and burning faintly.
And yet, the gargoyles’ next actions came as no relief.
The following cocks were smaller than the others with less novel textures, but they all got creative before dumping their cum into your pussy. One fucked you slowly while kneading your breasts and using your dripping slick to tease your asshole with his tail tip, relishing in how it dripped from between your folds. Another turned you onto your belly and fingered your pussy until his fingers were dripping wet so he could prep your ass, stretching the little bud into a blooming flower before pushing his cock alternately into your pussy and your ass. And you didn’t know who started it, but he used his cock and tail to fuck your two holes simultaneously, keeping you on edge with their sometimes slow and sometimes fast pace and denying you your orgasm until the very end.
When they were done with you, sweat was flowing down your spine and your belly was swollen from how much thick, heavy cum pressed down on your womb. Your eyes were unfocused, your holes gaping, and faint bruises were already covering your skin.
Just as you vaguely thought they were done, another pair of hands gripped you. Large and steady, they turned you onto your back and pressed your legs up until your knees neared your ears. In this position, you were forced to present your puffy, gaping pussy to the gargoyle towering above you. Outlined by the faint light shining into the little room through the round window behind him, you saw broad shoulders and large wings, adonis-like abdominal muscles hewn into the stone torso, and a big, fat, curved, exaggeratedly veiny cock hanging between his thick thighs.
The gargoyle sounded a little bashful as he apologized before penetrating you with his enormous cock head.
Your sopping wet hole was stretched to its limit, quietly squelching as centimeter after centimeter sank in. Folds spread and erect clit twitching, just the tip had your eyes already rolling. When he was one third in, you felt him push the mortar-like cum filling your channel being pushed deeper inside, and by the time he was two thirds in, you felt him bottom out, carved veins pressing firmly into your walls. The pulse of pleasure as he completely filled you made you throw your head back and your muscles spasm as slick squirted from your pussy like a broken sprinkler.
Blood rushed through your ears, deafening loud. Every little touch and move made you pant like an animal in heat. You couldn’t tell whether you were screaming or crying or trembling. All you knew was that you were stuffed with cum and cock. A cum-dump being fucked into oblivion by monster cocks. So cock-drunk you couldn’t tell up from down.
When the gargoyle slowly pulled back, your folds clung to his girth. His veins and distinct cock head dragged over your already overstimulated g-spot, and when he once more sank into your depths, you came again, pussy fluttering.
The large gargoyle grunted. He rolled his hips with great patience, letting you get used to his monstrous size before speeding up. With every thrust, he got faster and plunged in deeper, eventually pounding both his cock and the other gargoyles’ accumulated cum into you. His hips drenched by your slick slapped against your forcefully bent up ass and folds, wet smacks matching the rhythm of your heartbeat until overtaking it.
You felt him in your gut and at the back of your throat, fucking the air out of your lungs and making your pussy gush. He left you in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure, and when he finally somehow rammed his fat knot into your abused hole, you came so hard you blacked out.
And all the while, the large gargoyle still rocked his hilted cock inside you, showing his big outline from your pussy through your abdomen, knot grinding against your g-spot while his tip pressed the others’ cum against your cervix. Then with one last roll of his hips, cramming himself as deep into you as he could, he came. A thick rope of heavy cum erupted from his length, more and more of it pumping into you until your stomach bulged as if pregnant.
He pulled out with some difficulty, producing a loud squelch and leaving your thighs red and trembling from his hold, your hole so stretched one could see the cum stuffing you. Looking at his masterpiece, he paused for a moment, then flicked your clit.
You moaned and shuddered reflexively from the current this touch sent through your body.
Despite how spent you were, how tired and thirsty, you still… hadn’t had enough.
Abused by the aphrodisiac and gargoyle cocks, you’d already been trained into wanting this.
As such, it was to your great pleasure when they continued. Big, small, knobbly, smooth — each and every one of the twelve gargoyles fucked their knot into your pussy at least once and dumped their cum into you. They filled you until there was so much the bigger ones couldn’t fit anymore and took to fucking your stretched ass, only to switch back to your pussy just as they were about to cum.
By the end, everyone was fucking your ass with their cocks wet from your slick and stuck their tips into your pussy to use you as cum dump, until it overflowed. Thick glops of it fell out of your pussy, hole stretched so much it couldn’t close, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor with a splat.
Your whole body was numb and sweaty and trembling, brain fucked empty, and your stomach bulged from the copious amounts of mortar-like cum, heavy and stuffed to the brim. Small spasms caused by your uncountable orgasms caused your pussy to contract around the still pliable yet gradually hardening substance filling you, finally making you pass out from overstimulation.
When you regained consciousness, it was already the next day. You were dead tired, extremely hungry, your limbs heavy, and there was still something thick and hard plugging your fucked raw pussy. It was so bad that just turning over left you drained of strength and panting for breath.
When you dizzily reached between your shaking legs, you felt something hard sealing your entrance. Your folds were covered by it, also reaching your clit and ass like some kind of strange sex toy. Experimentally pulling on it sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine and forced a hoarse moan over your burning vocal cords, immediately making you recall the events of last night.
Shocked, you looked down at yourself and gaped at the sight.
Your belly, no, your entire abdomen bulged, from your bellybutton to your folds. It made your skin stretch, a hardness hiding beneath the soft flesh and leaving you unable to tense your muscles without gasping in pleasure and overstimulation alike.
By now, it was clear: That thing stuffing your pussy was the gargoyles’ hardened cum.
It had filled your gaping hole to the brim and perfectly molded according to your shape, then hardened over night, or maybe once the daylight shone on it. Either way, just lightly tugging on it sent fresh currents along your nerves, forcefully reigniting your arousal.
With tears gathering in your eyes, you bit your lip and took deep breaths as you removed the dildo of hardened gargoyle cum from your pussy. Your slick eased the action, yet it fit so well and reminded you so much of the insanity of last night that you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on it. Every dip and bulge was a faint memory of the gargoyles’ cocks, especially the knot-like shape towards your entrance. Only the flared tip was new, wonderfully kissing your cervix every time you completely swallowed it.
By the time you finally pulled the pillar out of your hole, you’d come three times and were feeling lightheaded.
Your entire body trembled as you slowly dressed. The clothes were a little crispy from getting drenched in rain last night, but you couldn’t afford to care about it. Only, when you were fully clothed, you glanced at the hardened cum dildo and fell into a long moment of hesitation.
You couldn’t just… leave it here. What if someone else found it? But how were you supposed to get this thing out of a church…?
Ah.
Both ashamed and excited, you pulled down your pants.
And as you worked the pillar back into your ravaged pussy, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed with lust, a dozen pairs of dim, stony eyes stared at you, silently watching.
Oh… If you liked them so much, then maybe… they could take the opportunity to visit you one of those days.
Warning! This is monster smut! Your basically a science experiment to them. This is between fully Consenting adults. Unfinished.
So think about the human species being basically extinct compared to monsters… so once they capture you, you are put into a cage. Designed to replicate what they believe would be a regular human room. You are now entertainment for these monsters. The scientists come by to experiment on you not so often. They don’t wanna stress their human out. Only the richest monsters can come and see you. They pay loads to watch you do nothing and sometimes are even allowed to watch in on the experiments.
Experiments haven’t been anything bad, monster scientist don’t wanna cause you too much stress. So they throw you a toy see how you interact with it, things like that. Until they get to the human anatomy. Suddenly you aren’t in the false comfort of that room. You are strapped to an examination table. Legs and arms tied down, bare for the room to see. The room is freezing and the monsters are trying to be careful. But what is careful to them can be intense for a human. They discover that when a scientist rubs your clit a little too quick.
They watch as you cum so quick for him. They gasp and take down notes so quickly. You have all their attention as they start trying different things on you. At first they use their hands or any other appendages they have. Then while doing a hunt they find untouched toys. They question you on them. If you don’t answer they’d find out themselves. They send you over your limit every single time. Passed out so pretty with tears.
These experiments get more frequent because more monsters are paying to watch. You are finally doing something interesting. Eventually you’d be moved back into your room. They’d train you to play with the toys yourself.
Medplay roleplay where you’re the doctor and I’m the patient and you “examine” my body and pussy.. wearing the latex gloves while you keep telling me that this is purely procedure and to relax when examining my pussy and grabbing my tits.. “I’m just gonna apply some.. pressure right here.. relax for me..” “Shh shh.. relax.. just relax.. you’re doing really well.. I just have to put my hands and fingers here to make sure there’s nothing.. you know.. out of the ordinary or if something’s wrong.. okay? Your skin and body is really soft.. fuck..” “Oh.. it looks like I don’t need to use any lubricant to inspect down here.. is somebody getting turned on from their inspection? You know how naughty that is, sweetheart..? I’m just gonna insert two fingers inside of you.. again this is purely procedure.. just relax and breathe. I’m gonna have to feel all around your vaginal canal just to see if there’s anything wrong. Just need to see if you’ll react when I rub your g-spot.. oohh.. yes definitely got you to react.. hmm.. I’m gonna continue to just lightly massage it.. how does that feel? Good? I think I’m gonna need to use a different type of instrument to really fully inspect inside of you..”
doctor who reassures your parents that it’s okay if you come into the room on your own, who sits on his chair and instructs you to take your clothes off, hushing you when you ask why, reminding you that they’re a professional, who gets you to lay on the examination table and open your legs, placing a gloved hand on your lower tummy with little pressure…
‘just a little wider for me… there you go’
doctor who slides cold tools inside you, prodding and stretching you out while he ‘hmm’s at himself until he uses that same gloved hand to slide two fingers inside you, making you squirm and blush bc no one has done that to you before, and it makes you feel all tingly down there, you put a hand over your mouth when you notice little involuntary moans coming out and you don’t want the doctor to notice, still feeling his fingers moving inside you and you can’t stop the overwhelming feeling come over you he starts to move faster, your body shaking and try to push him away but it’s too late, you let out a much louder moan when you start to cum all over his fingers, panting and heart racing out of your chest, once the doctor removes his fingers you feel empty again, his gloved hand shiny from how wet you are and he examines the evidence, slides the glove off and throwing it in the bin before turning to you and letting you know you can put your clothes back on while he finishes his notes.
A woman wakes up feeling crampy and bloated, assuming it’s just her period coming in. Throughout the day she’s struck by worse and worse cramps, and feels the need to go to the bathroom. She pushes, but the sensation is wrong - it felt *right*, yes, but it wasn’t the right hole. Parting her legs she feels a bulge travelling down her birth canal, and in a panic she pulls her tights up and stops pushing. Little does she know that the egg won’t stop growing until it’s laid, and she has another two or three or twelve to go…
AN: Writing this whole full of eggs just feels right
Waking up late in the morning was such a relief for you today. You had taken the next few days off of work due to a build up of overtime hours. Stretching with a small groan, you rolled out of bed and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from the closet. When putting the shirt on, you realize that you're looking a bit more bloated this morning than normal. Waving it off to just pms symptoms, you walk to the bathroom to freshen up.
During breakfast, you felt some slight twinges in your lower stomach and winced a bit. It had to be your period at this point, between the bloating and cramps you've been experiencing all morning. Finishing up breakfast you decide to spend the day binging the newest season of your favorite tv show.
Hours later of constant shifting around and an almost unhealthy amount of pain meds, you groaned and shifted positions once again on the couch. The cramps had gotten so bad, your stomach bloating a bit more than what you usually experienced. With a small whine you get off the couch and half hobble to the bathroom, cramps seizing your body once again. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that pushing may help ease the pain for some reason, and for some reason you give in a bit, pushing a little bit within your core. It eased the crampy feeling a little bit, enough to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Pulling down your tights and underwear and sitting on the toilet. A weird feeling shifted in your lower abdomen, and thinking you just had to relieve yourself you relaxed and proceeded to. But instead, you felt a sudden deep shift and lurch, like something was dropping inside your hips. A startled yelp escaped your mouth as you brought a had down to cup your pussy, feeling a slight bulge to your lips that most definitely was not normal. Weirded out and not wanting to know what was happening right now, you quickly pull your underwear and tights back up and whine a bit at the shifting feeling of whatever was taking up space in your tight pussy.
Walking back into the living room, you lay on the couch again and try to take your mind off of whatever's happening by zoning out with your show. It was half an hour later when you noticed that the weight in your hips had become a bit heavier. Shifting your legs apart a bit more, you have an experimental push and felt the weight shift closer to the entrance of your core. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you gave another push, this time for a bit longer and felt whatever it was shoot down to right behind your opening. Gasping and cupping your pussy through the tights and underwear you could begin to feel the bulge of your lips again.
It felt oddly good. Right even. Like this is what you were supposed to do. Rolling onto your back and shimmying off the tights, you gave another strong push and felt your lips begin to stretch a bit. But when you gave up whatever it was slipped right back into place. It went like this for what felt like hours, shifting positions to try and get the thing to shift down and out of you. You were squatting with your feet on the floor, arms behind you holding onto the couch when you finally felt the thing move a bit more forward, beginning to stretch your lips a bit more and stay. With a whine of slight victory, you grabbed your phone and turned the camera to face your aching cunt, and pulling your underwear aside you finally saw what was brutalizing your birth canal. A shiny, shimmering orange egg seemed to be peeking out of your cunt. What.The.Fuck?!
Groaning a bit as another cramp hit you, you tossed your phone aside and focused on trying to push this egg out of your body. The stretch was brutal, making you cry a bit and the burn that was now encasing your whole lower body. Your lips were looking near translucent with how much they were stretched over the egg shell. With another hour of brutal pushing, you could feel the egg finally crowning and with a gasp you shot both hands down to catch it as it popped out of you with a wet gush. It was huge, maybe a bit bigger than an ostrich egg and a beautiful shimmering orange color, like a sunset.
Crying a little bit from how you still ached, you set the egg down next to you and panted. The cramping wouldn't let up though, and before you could relax you felt an even heavier weight settle into your hips. Breaking out into full blown sobs, you pulled up the dress you had donned today to see your bloated stomach had only gotten bigger and a bit lumpy. Pushing down on it a bit with your hand, you could feel what seemed to be around half a dozen more eggs clack against each other. Pushing with as much energy as you could, you cried and whimpered the next egg down your birth canal, collapsing down to all fours when you felt that it was even bigger than the first one, making you feel like you were tight all over again.
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