I had trained for months to be selected for this team. I was at the peak of my physical condition: washboard abs, ripped, hairless, and ready to lift. My girlfriend bloody loved it. I was going to make my fucking family proud. The first weightlifting competition is in a weeks time. Just a week! I can’t really believe it.
Today is the first day of our team bonding retreat, where we go to a undisclosed location to live and train before the first meet. We learn the specificity of what may be wrong with our technique, and how to best be part of the team.
It was 9am in the morning when we arrived on site. The whole way there I had to sit next to Riley, who was a stupid fucking fuck boy two years my younger. He was selected from the same area from me, so out of everyone here, we know each other the best. On the bus ride over I had the pleasure of listening to each and every sexual conquest of his from the past six months. It was fucking shocking the way that guy treated women. The last one he told me about was his “tight girlfriend” who he persuaded to let him try double fisting her. After doing so repeatedly he dumped her because “fucking her was like throwing a hotdog into a hallway”.
Bar was all but impossible now. Every twenty seconds or so he had to bend down to pull a gallon of milk or a canister of whipped cream from the fridge and then put it back again, and he couldn’t afford to do it slowly, the way you should six months into any pregnancy, let alone six months with quintuplets. He winced in pain with every too-fast lurch and every twinge of his back before launching his considerable girth across the bar for a steaming pitcher and then in the other direction for the next paper cup. His breath came in shallow gasps and he felt uncomfortably hot.
“Andy, pick up the pace!” His manager snapped from the register, where he was adding three more cups to the growing queue, facing a line of twenty or thirty tourists who hadn’t even ordered yet.
“You got it, boss,” Andy tried to say, but managed only a kind of wheeze. He had a steaming pitcher in one hand, pouring milk into the cup in the other as he waddled as fast as he could to the hand-off bar. He didn’t attempt to call out the customer’s name as he put the finished drink down and flew back to the line of cups. His apron hadn’t fit in months, and now his XXL shirt was riding up over his navel, exposing half of his tight, marbled belly. He didn’t have the time to keep pulling it down, and anyway the cooler air was the only thing keeping him from overheating completely. Still, it was mortifying, and he’d caught several customers already staring at his livid stretchmarks and popping veins with everything from repugnance to shock.
He didn’t notice the regular customer sitting at a table almost directly across the lobby from the bar, at the perfect angle to casually watch the gravid barista without drawing attention to himself.
They ache with fullness. The soft skin stretched and corded with veins and markings like the womb it’s pretending to be. Work is impossible. He can’t go out, not like this. He can’t even sit anymore, let alone drive. His ball sack feels heavy between his legs like an udder on a cow. So full and heavy, his legs are kept constantly apart, and he tries to ease the weight with his arms and gentle rubs, but gravity is stronger. The skin tugs with a pleasurable pain, and it only amplifies all his feelings. His balls started out smaller at first before they grew and kept growing. The pressure is the hardest part. His cock twitches and throbs above the massive mound that used to be his testicles. A steady stream of cum drips down the shaft. It only takes a few loving rubs of his swollen ball sack and a few touches on the head of his cock before the man is spraying sperm across his belly, the bed, and his heavy, so heavy balls.
The bed becomes his sanctuary in the few days his balls swell, but they aren’t slowing down.
Ever since that creature came, this was the reality now, and god only knows when it will end. They keep growing. They don’t stop getting bigger and bigger.
Eggs.
The creature laid eggs inside of him. It fucked him and filled him with it’d spawn, and the oddest thing is---it’s the man’s fault.
It had been any normal day as any and he’d gotten ready to bed. About to turn off the light, he saw glowing eyes out his window. It could’ve been a possum. It could’ve been a raccoon. The man presumed it was his cat, so cracking the window, he called for it. “Come on in, boy. Come in. it’s late.”
The cat was not there.
As the man turned to roll down the covers of his bed, something else slipped through the window. It took his invitation for the cat for itself. The creature moved silently. Its eyes continued to glow as it’s gaze full into the man’s curved ass. It didn’t have hands, so the creature can’t grab the man’s plush ass, but a sheathe on the creature’s front slickens. Above it. out of another slit, a long appendage slithers out slick with fluid as it grows and grows behind the man’s back. The creature is mostly teeth and tongue. It salivates watching the man shuck off his jeans and climb into bed.
The creature could use telepathy, but humans don’t understand it well, and he didn’t care to communicate with humans. Still, the creature rubbed a small pouch on his lower abdomen and seeing the man’s cock is too much so bear.
The human will cooperate.
The man doesn’t fully understand how he ended up on his back, but his body was shaking as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Something long and slimy filling his mouth. It was long---too long for his throat to take, but the creature persisted going further down his throat than the man thought possible. The man’s legs were held apart by an unseen force as his hole opened and closed by some unseen power. His prostate rammed like someone was pushing a button in his brain. The man can do nothing but wail in pleasure. He cries and screams the best he can with the creature’s tentacle choking him.
It only pulls back, giving him respite, when the man feels something slick and hot completely envelop his shaft. He screamed. The pleasure was too much. The heat wasn’t normal. It felt like his cock was burning, but he felt no pain.
The man didn’t have the sense to full grasp what was going on. He kept cumming and wouldn’t stop. It had been a while since he’d gotten out and had sex, but he’d been busy. It feels as if buckets of cum spew from his erection, but it never lets up.
“fffffffuck fffffffuck it feels so good! God! Oh god! I can’t stop! I can’t stop cumming! Ohhhhhhhhh Oh God Oh God.”
His breathe caught when he felt something moving, slowly but surely, to the head of his shaft. The creature’s slit had opened up the man’s cockhead with it’s juices and it released the first egg into the man with a steady breathe. The man was less calm. He screamed.
“OH GOD! Oh God! MY cock! My cock feels good, but it’s stretching! What are you doing to me?! Ooooooooooo it’s stretching my cock so gooooood! Oh God, what’s happening? I can’t breathe! Fuuuuuuck!”
After the first egg, the creature decided the man was loose enough and laid with a quick and happy release. Satisfied, the creature got off the man, and organized itself.
“MY BALLS! OH GOD OH MY GOD! OHHHHHHHHH YOU”RE FILLING ME!!! MY BALLS MY BALLS ARE SWELLING.”
The creature wrapped his long tongue around the man’s shaft and balls. It gave few extra small licks to the man’s cockhead for luck and loving wrapped his tongue around the swollen grapefruit sized sack that sat between the man’s thighs.
“Oooooooooo Fuck. It’s so much. Damn it, damn it! I feel so good. I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN!”
The man came and continued to do so long after the creature slipped right back out his window.
The man considered himself a simple normal sort, so I didn’t really know what to do in this sort of situation. The fact of the matter was he couldn’t do anything but try to attend to his bodily needs as he lived in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure.
No amount of jerking off could make it stop, only chafed.
Now, it’s been a week and his balls look fit to burst.
He lies on his back, legs spread wide as he can manage, with his cock dwarfed by the mound of skin pretending to be his balls. It’s the size of a full-term pregnant belly, perhaps more, but the man doesn’t dwell on it. He can only think of how full he is.
He can’t walk anymore. And he feels like he had no more sperm left inside him. The fullness is too much, He can’t bear it.
The creature observes the man full of his spawn cumming in dribbles and it is happy as his kind can be to see the gigantic ball of flesh where the man’s balls once were. The man screams when his prostate lights up with activity, and he doesn’t notice the window crack open. The creature comes in as if he were invited and slides it’s tentacle into the man’s waiting red pucker. His asshole immediately clenches around the intrusion and he weeps as the tenacle abuses his prostate, His massive ballsack shakes and sways with each thrust.
He cries out, “OH FUCK ME! OHHHH, Oh god oh god fuck me. Fuck me harder! I feel so good so good! I’m so big, so full! Please, oh please.”
The creature doesn’t really know English, but it keeps thrusting inside the man anyway because the heat inside pleases it. It only takes a bit of vigorous thrusting with the man wailing beneath to break the egg sac. The man clutches his makeshift womb as well as he can since his warms no longer wrap the whole way around. He moans as the pressure lightens. Seed and fluid spray from the man’s cock, hard and throbbing, it’s like a fountain. The man’s giant ballsack and bed are covered in his semen. The creature watches in rapt attention as the man screams and clutches his flesh mound. The eggs are shifting down and the man’s legs kick in a frenzy as he writhes and cries.
“OH god, their moving. Their moving inside me! I’m so big and fullllllll! The pressure’s too much! Why does it feel sooooo goooood!”
The creature decides he can have another go inside the human while the eggs are getting in position, and this drives the man wild.
“FUUUUCK FUCK YOU’RE FILLING ME MORE! IM GONNA CUM!”
The creature fucks the man slowly and jerks the man’s shaft with it’s mind. It is gentle and careful. It’s own fluids from it’s tentacle make the man’s cockhead open up slowly. With the eggs quaking in his sack, the man fully realizes what it happening.
“I’M GIVING BIRTH! I’M LAYING YOUR EGGS!” He moans as the first egg heads to his shaft. “You knocked me up. I’m having babies. I’m gonna birth these eggs” The first egg becomes fully engaged in his shaft and weak ejaculate sprays from his cock. “I’M LAYING EGGS THROUGH MY COCK! MY COCK IS GIVING BIRTH!! Oooooooooo goddddd it aches and feels so good. I’m so heavy with your babies. My balls are sooooo full. They gotta come out!”
The man screams when the first egg reaches the head of his cock. It peeks out from the slit filling his cock unnaturally round and stuck the size of a softball. The man doesn’t consider the possibility of this. He doesn’t even think of the creature. All he can think of is laying his eggs.
“I’m pushing! I can feel it. I gotta push! I feel so fullllll. Ohhhhhhhhh Ohh god. My babies gotta come out. I feel them inside me. It’s crowning! I’m laying an egg! Ah ah fuckkkkk . Oh Fuckkkkkkkkkk.”
The creature presses hard on the egg sac. The man screams, curling in half to clutch his vulnerable womb, but his cock spews the first egg under a fountain of sperm. The second comes with a few more pushes. The man tries to hold his aching ballsack as more and more eggs are forced from his sensitive cock.
“I’M GIVING BIRTH THROUGH MY COCK. MY BABIES ARE BEING BORN!”
The creature is pleased it chose a good incubator. All the eggs are healthy and viable.
The man thrust his hips into the air as the last egg struggles to make it’s way through his shaft. His balls are a deflated mass of skin, but he doesn’t care. Small spurts of semen fly as the man struggles to lay the last egg.
“It feels sooooo good. Ahhhhahhah So Good. So good. I’m pushing. I’m pushing. Oh God, my baby’s coming. My baby’s coming out. I’M LAYING EGGS. I’M GIVING BITH! HERE IT COMES OHHHHHHHHH SOOOOOO GOOOOOOD!”
The creature helps get the larger then usual egg moving. The other eggs are solid round balls. This one is a slightly larger oval, rare for their species, that has the man stretching his legs as far as he can as he squeals for release. “I’M LAYING EGGS. Ohhhhhh GOD! HERE IT COMES! IT’S COMING OUT! I’M CUMMING WHILE GIVING BIRTH! Oooooooooooo fuck fuck I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’M CUMMING AGAIN OHHHHH GOD!
An endless spray of cum follows the last egg. The creature counts the eggs. Twenty is a good healthy number. The man gingerly turns into his stomach, groaning as his encouraged cock brushes the bedspread, He lifts his hips as much as he can showing off his abused red asshole and the empty deflated ballsack hanging between his thighs. Looking back at the man gently thrusting, drooling and delirious, muttering about his babies, the creature figures he could tell some of the others of his kind about the incubator.
A tentacle monster that makes its victims into permanent additions to it's breeding cavern? Maybe like the island creature you wrote about a while ago, changing the guys body until he's only a torso stuck to a wall, kept pregnant without any way to escape, feeling the tentacle monster writhe inside his womb. Just to make sure, the monster would one day start invading his head, the guys protests slowly getting replaced with him begging to get fucked, his brain being rewritten to make him the perfect breeding toy~
(hopefully not too dark for you 😖)
Ooh, this one is getting me going~
The new addition to the cavern can’t see, but he can hear moans, whining, begging from the darkness, and a shiver goes down his spine. The tentacles ensnaring him pin him to the stone wall, quickly ripping his clothes to shreds as he tries fruitlessly to struggle. The beast snakes countless tentacles around and over his arms and legs, trapping him against the wall, leaving only his torso and head exposed.
No warning, no lead up, no mercy, it immediately forces a slicked-up tentacle into his cunt, stretching him as wide as he can go. His voice cracks when he screams, unintentional tears rolling down his face as he keeps writhing in place, but it’s no use - the tentacles cocooning his limbs are too strong for him to even think about escaping. Still, he squirms, instinctually trying to resist the invasion even as the monster pounds into him over and over again.
By the time the poor thing is a shivering, sobbing wreck, he’s just hoping that this creature will give him a break, even just the tiniest bit of rest after its vicious assault. No such luck - and, in fact, the tapered end of the tentacle traces a delicate circle around his cervix before plunging inside, making him arch his back against the wall, another scream torn from a ragged throat. It starts fucking his womb open, thoroughly violating his deepest parts, but it’s...starting to feel good, somewhere, buried in the back of his skull. He tries to convince himself that it’s only a coping mechanism, that he doesn’t really like it no matter what crops up in his head, but he can’t tell - he just wants it to stop.
When the tentacle finally pulls out of him, he’s drenched in sweat and shaking, barely able to think. The gape of his ruined pussy is uncomfortable, unfamiliar, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He tries to shift in his bonds, but to his horror, the tentacles restraining him are no longer malleable and muscular - it’s like they’ve become a part of the stone wall, completely and utterly solid.
His last hope for escape drains away just in time for another tentacle to come along and probe his gaping hole, as though gauging whether the other tentacle prepped him right. After deciding that he’s suited for its purposes, it slides in with no resistance. This one is a little thinner than the first, but that doesn’t make it any easier to withstand the sensation of it coiling up inside of his womb, quickly pushing him over his capacity and stretching his skin right. He squirms weakly, but exhaustion and the permanence of his bonds prevent him from moving.
The last of the stray limb retreats into him, adjusting to make itself comfortable. The new breeding stock can’t even resist anymore, his eyes rolled back into his head, moaning miserably as he just waits for the tentacle inside of him to do something.
He gasps at the sudden and uncomfortable presence of new squirming bodies inside of him, smaller than the first - and he realizes that it’s reproducing, taking advantage of the warm safety of his womb to use him as an incubator. The tentacle spews more clumps of tangled limbs, and they all explore their new environment with vigor, jostling him from the inside. He can hardly stand it, whimpering pathetically as he struggles to acclimate, but the beast doesn’t let up.
When it finally does, his stretched belly hangs off of him, heavy with fresh spawn. The only thing keeping him up is his position, embedded in the rock - but he blearily wonders if it ever really was rock. Maybe the entire cave is just this tentacled monster’s body, all-encompassing, inescapable. Permanent.
He’s left like that for a while. He can’t keep track of the time, with no daylight in the cave, but it stops mattering as he slowly gets used to his new reality. The things inside of him don’t reproduce anymore, but they grow, wriggling about in random bursts of activity that make him groan, his belly swaying as it rounds out further by the day.
When he’s nearly at his limit, close to bursting because of how full he is, something twitches in his lower belly. Once, twice, a sudden jerk of movement - and then a tentacle slides out of his cervix, probing its way into his cunt. It slithers out of him with a wet noise, pushing uncomfortably against his walls as it passes. More and more start pouring out of him in waves, a slimy, disgusting waterfall that brings an uncomfortable amount of pleasure with it. His midsection shrinks as the new beasts vacate his body - but eventually there’s just one, the original that took up residence inside of him. For a split second, he thinks he might get some rest.
That notion is promptly banished when something new squirms inside of him.
The process repeats over and over, draining a little bit more of his resistance every single time. The cries of pleasure and pleas for more from every side certainly don’t help, and he considers giving in many times - but he still feels too violated, too disgusted.
It doesn’t stay that way forever.
Upon a fresh round of births, one day long after he was first taken, he gives up just a little, letting the smallest bit of pleasure past his defenses. His soft whines and cries are ashamed, but relieved - and they get interrupted by a soft tentacle caressing his face. He flinches back, but it doesn’t try to hurt him, just strokes his cheek gently. Confused, he just waits for it to do something to him.
It doesn’t. Instead, two new tentacles trace the lines of his outer ear before slipping into his ear canals, thin enough that he can still hear just fine. He thrashes his head back and forth, trying to shake them off, but it’s no use, and they just crawl deeper and deeper, past where his eardrums should have stopped them, exploring unknown canals that lead deeper into his skull. The entire time, he can still hear everything going on, but that isn’t the worrying part - the true horror lays elsewhere.
His own thoughts become warped, his internal voice stuttering and tripping as his very mind is prodded and poked. As the tentacles play with his brain, he gets wetter and wetter, dripping, his bare pussy making his desires clear as his grey matter is pushed around in just the right ways, manipulating his desires, his autonomy, the very thoughts he’s capable of having. All shame vanishes and, before he knows it, the toy is moaning more obscenely than he thought possible, begging.
He momentarily wonders if this new pleasure is a kind of reward for finally giving in to the beast’s infernal reign, but he doesn’t really care. All he knows is that he wants more and more and more, happy to be a permanent part of this cavern, joining the chorus of pleasure that echoes from the walls.
The post-pregnancy photo shoot should have gone smoothly, a simple outdoor shoot similar to his first and Logan could go back inside with Grayson and Ethan, sleeping the morning away as his babies slept peacefully for once.
What he didn’t expect however, was a sudden change in his hormones. He only had his kids a week ago and had been feeding them right, but something in his body thought differently.
His two peace signs changed into him gripping and fondling his flat chest as he moaned out. His husbands watched in awe as he gasped and twisted his nipples, feeling them more sensitive than ever before.
He couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked down, his chest throbbing and inflating again and again. It wasn’t muscle though, a sloshing was both felt and heard as his pecs turned into huge, milky tits.
His nipples puffed outwards, perky and leaking sweet droplets into the grass below.
He stood there, full of milk and more needy than he’d been at the height of his third trimester.
Grayson calmly walked over to him, Ethan in tow.
He reached forward, cradling the massive tits in his hands and gently thumbing his nipples, at which point Logan moaned hard as a jet of milk squirted out.
Grayson licked his hand, savouring the taste. It took less than ten more seconds for both men to be greedily sucking on Logan’s fat pecs which only filled more and more with hot milk. It was like his body was preparing to feed four hungry mouths.
Logan’s knees shook, he was about to collapse when his husbands lifted him off his feet, still suckling. He orgasmed three times before they had their fill, bellies full of hot milk and his tits fuller than ever and a fourth time after he went inside with Ethan’s wandering fingers finding his hot pussy lips and finger-fucking another out of him.
He heard crying upstairs and after shucking off his ruined shorts, went to greet his babies currently wailing, hungry for milk. He reached into the crib and pulled them out, one after another and let them latch onto his new chest.
Logan felt the pressure relieve as he sat down, cradling the two hungry boys as he drifted off to sleep.
Another glorious display of technological mastery by The Company!
Here we have 22 year old Jun Aimoto who had previously been 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed only 135lbs. Now Jun stands at an impressive 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs just over 200lbs!
This miracle of medical science is due to the newest in hormone therapy done by The Company. In conjunction with the cuntification procedure, Jun opted for a full-body breeder package.
This package redesigns the host’s primary sexual functions and transforms them into an insatiable breeding machine. Jun’s already high intellect- while severely hindered by the procedure- lives on in his DNA and he has quickly paid off his surgery by playing the perfect baby maker for high-end and wealthy clientele.
Here is a brief demonstration on the affects of the full-body breeder procedure on a patient’s pectoral muscles. Freshly drained they remain soft and pliable. Fully engorged with milk, Jun’s pectorals would remain large, squishy, and (reportedly) more satisfying to both have and play with when compared to previously available chest augmentation.
The Company- moving towards a new era of human evolution.
Danny confidently strode down the sidewalk, his ginger dog pulling him along. The confident gym buff was lost in thought, planning out his day and how he was going to meet his buds that evening. He didn’t even notice the hulking man stomping behind him. Danny bent down and rubbed his dog’s slender face. The large man approaches Danny and his dog, his shadow enveloping the pair.
“Such a pretty little dog, aren’t you?” the older man cooed. His large hairy muscles pressing firmly against his dress shirt. Tufts of thick hair covered the man’s meaty forearms and chest. Danny looked up at the 40 something year old man. The man stared right back at him.
Danny stood back up, his eyes now fixated on the stranger. Even standing straight, Danny only reached the man’s collar bones. The man must have been at least 6’3. His broad shoulders and muscles were layered with a thick fatness. This only further intimidated the young 24-year-old.
“You can pet him if you want?” Danny shrugged. “He’s a young one. Loves attention. Especially behind his ear.”
“Mind if I-” The silver fox asked as he leaned in.
“Sure.” Danny agreed, his eyes travelled towards his dog, waiting for the man to bend down. But the man didn’t…
Danny felt an odd sensation emit from his head. He furrowed his brow as he realised what was happening. Still staring at the dog, Danny felt the old man’s hand run through his own hair in a soft repetitive motion. Danny looked at the man in confusion as the man continued to pet Danny’s head.
Danny, still taken aback by the whole situation, sighed in disgust. “What the hell are you doing? I meant the dog. Obviously, not me. The dog.”
“I am petting the dog, boy.” The man smiles softly, still rubbing Danny’s thick luscious hair. “And what a good boy he is…”
“Get off me-” Danny grabbed the man’s arm before the man’s hand slipped down behind his ear. He began scratching intensely. The scratching caught Danny by surprise. Danny’s entire train of thought was destroyed by the man’s fingers running behind his ear. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. Pleasure shot throughout his body, all emanating from the man’s thick fat finger scratches.
“That’s a good boy.” The bald man grinned deviously through his thick beard.
GOOD. BOY. The words repeated softly in Danny’s head, disrupting every part of his mind, not allowing him to form a single original thought. His mind completely focused on the head scratching and the older man’s captivating praise. ‘Good boy…’
“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Danny moaned leaning into the man’s head scratching.
“You’re such a good boy for your owner, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”
GOOD. BOY. OWNER. The words rang more intensely in Danny’s pleasure filled head. He felt his knees begin to buckle as pleasure shot through his groin, causing his cock to stand at full attention. Danny felt at peace as his owner continued scratching behind his ear, just like Danny always liked it.
Danny jumped backwards with a sudden jolt of energy. His rational brain kicking back into action. Why did he say owner? This man… this man wasn’t his owner. No one owned Danny… or at least he thought. But he was beginning to question whether that was true. What was the man doing to his brain? Danny still felt the remnants of hot warm pleasure flowing through his body.
As Danny spiralled into confusion, he felt a cold thick fabric make contact with his neck. The fabric wrapped around his entire neck and was solidified with a loud CLICK. Danny looked down to see a collar on his neck. A thick leather collar with a round metal plate hanging off the front. The plate read “REX”, followed by the contact information of a phone number that Danny had never seen before. Even more shocking, while Danny was looking at his new label, he realised he was completely naked. Butt naked. On complete display for the man to ogle at and sexualise.
“C’mere boy.” The fat muscle man motioned Danny over before noticing the 24-year-old gym buff was gaining too much self-awareness. He could see Danny looked panicked.
“Who’s a good boy?” The man condescendingly cooed at Danny. “You are. You’re a good boy!”
Another wave of pleasure washed over Danny, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hot sensation flooded his body, leaving him a sweaty moaning mess. His mind refused to think. Completely blank with the pleasure of his master’s words. He felt so relaxed. So at peace. So at home hearing his master’s affirmations.
Noticing that his magic words were succeeding in mindfucking his subject, the man continued to tease the boy.
“You’re such a fucking good boy. The best boy. I wanna breed your fuckable bouncy ass when we get home. Put a litter of pups in you!” The man enthusiastically laughed.
His owner’s affirmation shot the most intense pleasure through Danny. More intense than any orgasm. Than any drug. It was so addicting. So orgasmic. Danny wanted more. He wanted his owner to compliment him, flirt with him, fuck him… The heat shot through his legs, causing them to buckle even more intensely this time. Danny fell onto all fours, his tongue flopping out of his mouth. The good boy panted as drool dripped off his tongue, his eyes still in the back of his head. His cock grew harder and harder, gathering all his smarts and his sophistication in his balls, ready to be shot out onto the sidewalk. He began absentmindedly swaying his hips side-to-side, completely mindfucked.
“That’s right.” Danny’s owner hunkered down on this thighs and whispered. “Such a good dog.”
Danny, still drooling his brains out, felt a sensation building in his throat… a sound. A sound that was trying to escape his throat and expose his new self to the world. The sound built in his throat more and more. Another one shot up his throat, causing his cheeks to puff up.
“That’s it boy. Let it happen. Let it out. It’s natural. You’re just a dumb dog. Let the world know.” The man whispered sensually, causing Danny’s erect dick to pulse, ready to shoot out his brains onto the ground. Danny found his ass begin to shake violently, side-to-side, wagging his non-existent tail. Fur sprouted on Danny’s hairless chest and face. He moaned more and more intensely for everyone on the street to see. A complete spectacle for passerbys to witness.
He resisted. He couldn’t. Another sound shot up his throat and died in his puffed cheeks.
“C’mon Rex. Be a good dog, let it out!” Danny’s master demanded. He harshly slapped the boy’s fat ass, forcing out the humiliating sounds…
WRUFFFFFF WRUFFFFFF
The feeling of letting out his true nature, his canine nature, sent Danny over the edge. With one forceful hump, Danny shot out all his human abilities and smarts onto the ground. His humanity and dignity was now just a puddle of cum on the tarmac. Cum that would be left behind and disintegrated by the sun and washed up by the rain, never to be seen again.
Danny was now “Rex”. The dumb obedient dog, that is ever so eager to please his master. Whether it be getting his ass fucked all day, waiting around in his cage for Master to come home or eating dog food from his dog bowel, Rex does it all. He does it for him… the person he loves the most. The only person that exists in Rex’s world… his owner.
Rex’s owner smiled. “C’mon boy. It’s time to go home…”
Imagine a cute little boy going to a special place called a "breeding parlour" he's slutty and curious as to what exactly it could be...he steps inside and chooses a stall. He sits and waits for just a few moments before a mist is sprayed in, it smells so sweet and wonderful...it makes his head feel cloudy and bubbly, and most importantly it makes his pussy feel so warm and achy. he sits down on the chair provided and spreads his legs a bit, rubbing at his crotch in a daze. A few tentacles slither out and begin to do it for him. they undress his lower half and begin to play with his clit, slowly rubbing against his soft wet pussy. He feels himself getting more and more turned on as they tease him, two pairs restraining him. arms above his head and legs spread like a good boy. another set slips up to his soft breasts and begins to gently pump his nipples while one makes its way to his mouth. he sucks on it obediently, his head completely fuzzy and empty except for hot lust. he's so relaxed and submissive now as the member slips into his little cunt, fucking him slow but deep. soon he's completely blissed out as the tentacle in his mouth pours aphrodisiac down his throat, his nipples are pink and puffy from being pumped. the tentacle in his pussy grows slowly thicker, speeding up as he moans and whimpers. his clit is rubbed slowly before having a smaller tentacle attached to it, starting to pump it as well. he's a complete mess now as he cums and cums from all the attention. soon his tummy is starting to get a little bigger from all the hot arousing goo being poured into him. he doesn't know how long he's been sitting there, being fucked out like the good slut he is, but he lets out a louder moan when he feels the tentacle throb, a thick liquid being pumped into his pussy. he can feel it fiiling him up, his whole body getting nice and full.
Matt had been hired at the business company 9 months ago, and finally after constantly sucking up to his boss, he had been invited to his first conference meeting. It was only going to be a 3 hour meeting but all the higher ups in the company were going to be there. There was only one problem- Matt was 9 months pregnant- with triplets After Matt had received the call, letting him know that he had gotten the job, he went out to celebrate with some friends. Having had a few drinks too many he seemed to catch the eye of the hot bartender and one thing leading to another had Matt spending all night and the subsequent morning getting railed to high heaven. He reached a new record with amount of orgasms in one period that night. He had woken up this morning, excited for his first business meeting and with ideas on impressing his superiors when those thoughts were dashed as he sat up. Moaning, he realized how hard he was, not to mention soaking wet. It seemed that during the night all three of his babies had repositioned themselves over that spot inside of him, and Matt now had over 30 lbs of his babies pushing right against his prostate.
Sabrina giggled and nodded. And giggled and nodded. And giggled and nodded some more. She’d forgotten exactly what she was agreeing with by this point; deep, repeated fractionation had eroded her considerable intellect to the point where her attention span could be measured in picoseconds and her memory was a soupy fog of warm, sleepy bliss. But she knew that it felt good to bob her head up and down in sleepy compliance while she groped and squeezed her oversized tits, and she knew that feeling good and floating in trance made laughter bubble up out of the back of her brain like a pleasant drug. That was all that was important right now.
Her Master kept talking to her, his piercing stare capturing her glassy, unfocused gaze while she pinched her nipples and giggled and nodded again. They’d fallen into a rhythm sitting by the pool; he would say something, the memory of it would evaporate by the time her head had finished bobbing up and down, and she would titter uncontrollably at her own vapid, blissful stupidity. Then Master would click a little button, and the sound would send her deeper into peace and pleasure until she heard his voice again. There were numbers on the little clicker, but Sabrina was long past the point of knowing what numbers meant. Her smart-girl glasses were there at this point purely as a decoration; she couldn’t even count her own tits, let alone the massive sum of pleasure-inducing clicks she’d received during her latest training sessions.
The click took on a metronomic regularity as Sabrina nodded and giggled along with its steady pace; sometimes, Master didn’t even speak between rewards, simply allowing her to agree with the concept of agreement while the buzzing toy between her legs reinforced the reward sensation she’d been conditioned to experience every time she heard that little sound. Sabrina understood that she was being brainwashed to enjoy compliance–well, she understood when she wasn’t a drooling, vacant slut with a bright beaming smile and the intelligence of a goldfish–and even though she had cheerfully, eagerly consented to the act, she was sometimes astonished by how well it worked. Master had removed the word ‘resistance’ from her vocabulary in all its forms, simply as a demonstration of his power over her, and a nerdy conversation about the new Star Wars trilogy had gone sideways when she’d stumbled repeatedly over the new Rebellion’s name.
She pinched her nipples harder as she came, her eyes glazing over even deeper at the burst of overwhelming pleasure that melted everything into a blank, blissful fog of euphoria. Sabrina always had permission to cum when she was being Master’s dumb little girl; it was simply one more way that her subconscious mind was being trained to associate pleasure with his inescapable control. Her orgasm supply was tightly restricted under all other circumstances, enforced by a post-hypnotic suggestion that made her literally too dumb to figure out how to masturbate herself to climax, and Sabrina discovered after only a few weeks that she craved Master’s domination the way a plant craved sunlight. It was everything she’d ever wanted in a D/s relationship, and she loved those long, lazy sessions of total domination to his will.
It all made her so gloriously happy. And being happy made Sabrina blank and amiable and oh, so very giggly. She nodded and giggled and nodded again as another orgasm took her still deeper into Master’s delightful power over her.
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You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.
But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.
It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?
eggpreg is so so good but whats even better is egg preg in every hole, and i mean every hole. fill up my needy little cunt, of course, and when that's all done fuck them down my tight throat, up my ass, shove your way into my nipples and force as many eggs as you can fit into my tits too, fill me up so fucking much that everybody knows thats all i'm good for, all i'll ever be good for, just a warm spot for you to lay your young.
and the eggs swell up inside me, the massive stretch feels so so good, and my already stuffed tits still fill up with milk, leaking from my nipples all the time, theres never a moment im not wet and horny, moaning pathetically as i hump against something, not even able to reach myself, begging you to fuck me every time i see you, coming over and over just from the way you touch my stretched, sensitive body... and god, when they have to come back out, forcing their way back through every hole, really stretching me past my limits, turning me into a sloppy, gaping mess as the matured eggs spill back out of me.
or maybe yours are different, maybe they hatch inside and now i have all these squirmy little creatures pressing up from inside my tits, milk leaking out of my fucked nipples while they grow, every little movement making me moan like the brainless whore i am, and when it's finally time these little monsters wiggle their way out of my holes, i can barely get out a moan without a tentacled baby pulling itself out of my throat, my face is covered in spit and slime, my dripping tits gaping open as little tentacles worm their way out, my pussy and ass completely ruined, just completely filthy everywhere as all of your young pull themselves out of me...
and when its all over, you slide right back in and get started on your next clutch. no gentleness, no foreplay neccessary, my holes still slick and gaping from the birth, the small, tentacled creatures still crawling over me, sucking up any milk they can get out of my stretched nipples before you fill them back up...
The most arousing thing in the world to me right now is imagining pinning a (trans) guy down against a table and fucking eggs into him, feeling his growing stomach with my hand while his moans and pants get more and more uncontrollable, completely submitting to being my breeding bitch.
I’d love to make him so big that he can’t see past his stomach. I’d spend some time just caressing his massive stomach all over, watching his face turn pink. trying to keep moans in, unable to stop sighing them out at the feel of his stomach stroking against his thighs. I’d guide his hands to his stomach, watching him marvel at his size and squirm at the feeling of his gravid stomach hanging from him.
Then I’d grind against him while he moans at the feel of being so full, and I’d slide my dick up and down against his wet hole, watching him perch his ass back, desperate to be made bigger, shivering at the feeling of the floor grazing against his stomach. I’d push myself into him and fuck him hard from behind, all while rubbing his huge, tight belly. I’d stuff him full of more eggs, watching him practically drool underneath me at the feel of being so full. His belly would be held up slightly by the floor, expanding from the size of 9 months with one baby to overdue with quadtuplets.
Then, I’d throw him onto the bed on his back, practically winding him with the sheer size of his stomach on top of him. I’d kiss and lick down his neck, shoulders, giving him lovebites on the way, going down to his puffed up, hypersensitive nipples. I’d flick my tongue over a nipple, making him shudder before sucking it and lightly biting it before doing the same to the other one, and using a hand to tease the one I’d just sucked. I’d love feeling him squirm from side to side, moving his massive belly back and forth sensually. Then, I’d trace my tongue down his pregnant stomach, his skin smooth and straining, and hearing him moan as his belly shifted. I’d trace my tongue around his belly button, feeling his stomach tremble along with the rest of his body. I’d worship his huge belly, seeing what made him pant and moan the most, feeling him getting unbearably wet against my fingers, begging me to fuck more eggs into him.
The eggs would start to hatch inside of him, straining his stomach forward even more, making him shout out in ecstasy and hold either side of his gravitous belly, stroking it to soothe the movement of my offspring. I’d lift his legs over my shoulders and tongue fuck his wet hole slowly as he screamed at the sheer amount of sensations happening to his body - his round, fertile stomach and his hole shaking and clenching in succession, his hips lifting off the bed with need. I’d want to make his massive belly bead with sweat, rising and falling in time with his pants, my offspring squirming within him and eventually settling into a huge orb hanging from his midsection.
I’d put my arms around his stomach, not being able to reach his belly button, rubbing the huge, aching sides and the stretchmarks just above his hips. I’d pinch and tease his nipples as I pushed myself into his wet folds again and rutted into him like a wild animal, hot with need, spurred on by his helplessly pregnant state. I wouldn’t stop fucking him, even when his water had broken, when he was dripping onto the floor and begging for me to stop as he felt a creature squirming and pushing towards his lips. He’d be sobbing in pleasure and pain as I continued to thrust into him hard, feeling his round ass smacking against me as he begged and groaned desperately, his big belly and hole seizing up, needing to push but to no avail.
I want to spend the night with a girl with a juicy pussy and milky tits taking turn force-feeding each other our milk and cum.
I’m on my knees, hands fuzzy-handcuffed behind my back, in a skimpy corset nose-deep in cunt, gulping her juices, whining as I can feel my stomach churning with the endless cum her fat pussy is pumping directly down my throat. When I feel the corset beginning to strain she picks me up, sits me in her lap with my back to her chest, so we’re both facing the bedroom mirror. She hefts her huge tits over my shoulders and makes me chug her milk until the corset bursts and my fattened-up gut sloshes out onto my lap.
I ride her face, my belly bouncing and gurgling, now taking the chance to force my own cum down her throat. She clings to my thighs desperately and I drool as I watch her stomach plump up too.
We suck each other’s tits, moaning and groping at each other’s stomachs. Cum and milk is all over the room and slicked over our bodies, our clits are huge and swollen and still ready to fuck.
She spreads my sloppy pussy with both hands and shoves her tits into me doggy-style. She aggressively titfucks me for what feels like hours, jostling me all over the place. Over the sound of my sloshing gut I can hear her dirty talking, promising me she’s going to turn my fat ass into a bloated tank of cum and milk like the nasty fuckslut I am.
I beg her for it, for her to make me a big pile of cum and milk, and I don’t even question it when her milk begins to pour all the way through me and come out my mouth in gushes. My gut hits the bed, lifts me up off my hands and knees by a few inches.
She stuffs her snout up my cunt and begins to gulp her milk and my cum back down.
Even though we’re both obscenely stuffed, we manage to reach each other and sloppily make out, cum and milk drooling between our lips. We squeeze at each other’s enormously bloated bodies, and then use an enormous double-ended dildo to fuck each other, sloshing and squirting all the while.
You pulled her from the water in the dead of night. You both had been waiting for almost a month for this moment. Every full moon she searched for a partner, and every full moon you found her on the coastline a d helped reel her in, her rarely used legs wobbly in the sand as you led her to your beach house. You knew there were others before you.m, and after you had gone there would be countless others, but for now, in these passionate moments, you were hers and she was yours.
Tonight you led her inside, at the mercy of her fiery gaze. It was simple. She met you near the shore and you helped her inside. She would shower, eat, and maybe share a few drinks with you. Then when it got close to midnight she would become softer, her breasts would swell and her hips would widen. Nothing an untrained eye would notice, nothing someone who wasn’t under her spell would shrug off as a trick of the light, but you always noticed.
The sun peeks through the curtains of the apartment and brings a radiance to her copper skin that is simply marvelous. Jessica slumbers deeply but peacefully, though every few breaths catches, causing her to snort and Geoff to smile like a buffoon. There’re these brief moments every Saturday that he gets to simply enjoy her beauty and feel absolutely euphoric that he’s in love with her and she with him. But staring at her like this can also lead to trouble, and Geoff can already feel it throbbing in his crotch.
He quickly and quietly gets up from the bed and dashes over to the dresser. In the top drawer, he fumbles through the socks until he finds a condom and rips it open from the packaging. Excitement wells as he scoops a finger under his waistband and drops his underwear to the floor. Just staring at Jessica and thinking about the curve of her body has made Geoff as ready as he needs to be and he has little trouble applying the prophylactic. He leans down, sliding between the sheets until his body presses up against hers.
The movement hardly registers with her though she does subconsciously push her self into the snuggle, her incredible ass pressing up into Geoff's crotch. He starts out innocently enough, simply spooning her, running his hands over her outrageous hips, enjoying the lovely curve of her waist. But then, his intentions turn to the more devious and he says a quiet word of gratitude that Jessica likes to sleep in nothing but a camisole and panties. He hooks the waistband and slides the underwear down her thighs before he carefully teases his head at her lips.
After so much time together, he knows she’s horniest in the morning and sure enough, with minimal effort he’s inside of her. She seems to acknowledge the intrusion more than previously as she pushes back into him and the tiniest moan escapes her lips. He smiles and puts one hand on her hip and the other on her belly. There’s a barely perceptible bump there, which is right because he’s just getting started and the curse has scarcely had time to work.
The funny thing about Geoff is that he’s cursed and it happened from a fairly young age. He grew up in a very religious family, his mother particularly beholden to the Sunday sermon; her strict adherence to biblical morals led her to a quandary. Before Geoff was in his teens, he was very handsome and some of his classmates had already been smitten. One rather racy love letter hidden in his back pack pushed her over the edge and she contacted a local witch.
The old crone cast a spell on young Geoff that whenever he was deriding pleasure from a woman before matrimony, her belly would swell with pregnancy. She would carry this burden for three to four days before it would vanish while she slept. This was intended to both frighten any potential paramour and shame Geoff so as to leave him virtuous until being wed before God. And for the entirety of his teenage years, this had worked. But all it took was for one woman to become aroused by the enchantment and the curse became a boon.
Geoff starts his thrusts slow, inching himself inside before rolling his hips back as the tight sensation of her lips leaves him trembling. There’s the smallest surge of pressure from the surface of her tummy as it pushes outward and Geoff can’t fight the grin that pulls at the corner of his lips. But from the look of things, Jessica is pleased as well, enthusiastic even. She rolls her hips, taking his member inside of her greedily while mewing in her semi-consciousness.
He glides his hand over the fabric covering her toned abdomen, moving over her belly button and coming to a stop just before dipping into her pubic area, his fingertips brushing past the seam of her shirt. This is his favorite spot to feel her swell, to feel her belly push out from her body. He loves the sensation of being inside her but aches for the plump of her tummy. Slowly, he rocks back his hips until his head catches on her lips and then, rhythmically starts rolling in and out of her.
A sleepy yet wanting moan falls from her lips as she just barely registers what is happening; but her pleasure is evident as Jessica presses herself into Geoff's embrace. He takes her enthusiasm as his cue to go harder and picks up the pace, sheathing himself inside her with such force that his member entirely disappears inside. A drawn out moan erupts from her open mouth as Geoff’s force ripples through her body, including her new blossoming belly which is so big it bounces with every impact.
Geoff cups her bulging midsection, her skin growing more taunt against his hand. The growth underneath grows heavier and heavier with each thrust; it slowly pushes into the skin of his cupped palm. He keeps his rhythm slow and steady, giving Jessica deep penetration; she’s so needy, she sleepily rolls her hips to take as much of Geoff inside her as she can. But her sleep is crumbling away, her moans of pleasure are rousing her to wakefulness.
“Ooo, you give it to me so good,” she says into the pillow.
Geoff chuckles and leans in close, right beside her ear. “I’m glad you like it, it’s already pretty big.”
She stops rolling her hips for a moment and her hand gingerly travels up to her own belly. It’s substantial, almost as if she were six months pregnant and she begins to rub the surface, feeling the growth of her own plump belly. She moans with the sudden realization and then it’s like she’s growing a magnet in her tummy. Both of her hands move to caress her own belly, at times intertwining with Geoff’s but also holding both sides as the bump continues to grow. Geoff keeps his hand still, content to feel the growth from his favorite spot as Jessica’s belly grows into his hand as if it were spilling over.
Through all of this, the sex doesn’t stop, in fact quite the reverse. Jessica fills with vigor and purpose, sliding onto Geoff’s cock with a hunger only he can fill. Her pace overtakes Geoff’s slow, gentle strokes and her gestation rushes to catch up. She plumps past seven months in the blink of an eye and it doesn’t take long before her new weight is trying to slow her down.
“I—I’m gonna—” Geoff tries to say, the ecstasy overwhelming his voice.
“Do it!” Jessica shouts. “I wanna get big!”
It’s too much, the sensation of her growing belly, the electric feel of her pussy, and her thrill at being blown up, and Geoff can hold back no longer. He thrusts inside of her and stays as the involuntary waves of climax ignite in his loins. And though it feels incredible, his attention is drawn to Jessica. With every twitch and ejaculation, Jessica’s belly surges with growth.
“Yes!” she screams. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her belly blooms, filling in with a firmer, rounder shape. It had been big before but now it seemed like she was in her ninth month with one very large baby. Geoff gave one final twitch before falling still behind her, allowing the sweet post coital bliss to pull him down into the mattress. Jessica, fuzzy with her own contentment, couldn’t stop rubbing her own belly, her hand brushing up against Geoff’s.
“Thanks for the morning treat,” she said, pressing herself deeper into Geoff’s chest. “Best way to wake up on a Saturday.”
Geoff simply held her, enjoying her round belly, her back pressed into his sternum. A few minutes passed of contented bliss, Geoff still inside Jessica and Jessica wrapped in his arms. But he couldn’t stay forever so he slowly pulled away, popping out of her and leaving her with a slight tremble. Geoff quickly cleaned up, put on some pants, and went to the kitchen to cook them up some quick breakfast. It wasn’t anything fancy, bagels with cream cheese and a banana but food was important, Jessica always felt hungry after growing a new belly.
As he entered the room, she immediately tried to sit up, struggling against her new mass. He laughed, it was always adorable how clumsy she got with a pregnancy bump. She finally managed to sit upright and throw her weight against the backboard. He gave her a plate and sat beside her.
“Thanks, need this!” she said and immediately set about to devouring what was on the plate.
Geoff picked up his bagel in one hand and with the other rubbed Jessica’s new, perfectly round belly. “So you’re not mad? You have that in office meeting on Monday.”
She took another big bite of bagel and shrugged. “I’ll wear that really big coat that looks like I put on some weight, should be fine for a day.”
They both finished and Geoff got up to put their dishes in the sink. As he was stepping out the door, he couldn’t help but notice how lovingly Jessica was cradling her belly as she absent-mindedly scrolled through her phone. He got to the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink and as he turned around, he had a devilish idea. Just before he stepped into the bedroom, he stripped down, leaving his clothes in the hall and walking in completely naked. He walked across to the chair they had next to the dresser, sat down, and with one look at Jessica he was completely erect.
Jessica seemed too engrossed to notice. “Hey, since you got me pretty big this time, I was hoping we could go maternity shopping. Maybe get something—” she stopped talking and looked up. “What're you…” But in that instant, she put the pieces together and her eyes went wide. “No! Don’t!”
Geoff grabbed his cock and began furiously pleasuring himself. The interesting thing about the curse was the ambiguous nature of its wording. If Geoff derived pleasure from a woman, she would grow pregnant. He discovered back in college, when he lived adjacent a very attractive radiology nurse, that if he thought about a woman while he pleasured himself and she was close by, the curse would take effect.
As he looked over Jessica’s ravishing body and furiously stroked, he saw an immediate pulse of growth push her belly out against her hands. She gasped and pressed her palms against her stomach. Her belly was already large, too heavy and unwieldy for her to quickly get up and stop him. But she did try, pushing herself up from the mattress just a bit. Geoff quickened his pace and her belly sprang forward another inch, causing her arms to tremble before she fell back in bed.
“Uhg!” she grunted as she went back to holding her belly. “I’m so big!” she said, her tone one of distress but Geoff noticed her bite her lip at the end.
He slowed his strokes so he could enjoy her growth, she wouldn’t fight it anymore. In fact, as her belly grew in size, he saw her arching her back, rubbing her thighs together, and pursing her lips as she grunted and moaned. She closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as she slid her hands around the bottom of her bump.
“No, I’m so big!” she pleaded, opening her eyes wide to beg with her beautiful chestnut irises. “I can’t hide this belly!”
“I don’t want you to hide it,” he said with a wicked grin. “I want you so big you can’t even wear clothes over it.”
She closed her eyes as she grunted and moaned, her hands alternating between scooping around her massively growing bump and dipping down to her pussy to give slight strokes. It was clear, she may have resisted this but she obviously enjoys it. But by now she was getting exceptionally large. Her grunts were more strained as her belly forced her legs apart, her breasts now resting atop her massive dome. She became so large, her fingers could no longer graze the tips of her lips; her chest heaved and a she let loose a high pitched whine as her body felt the need for satisfaction she could no longer provide.
Geoff could see her belly slowly plumping, pressing up further and further and even though he’d climaxed only a short time ago, he was already getting close. Every inch of growth, Jessica would squirm and grunt as she struggled with her size. Her belly was getting so large, her usual dark skin tone was gradually replaced with a coppery glow as the skin of her belly stretched to accommodate her new incredible girth. She was just so impossibly large and he had to admit there was something exceptionally erotic about her fruitless struggle against her swelling bump. Her hands desperately rubbed the sides of her tummy as it pressed out further and further.
“I think I’m gonna—” Geoff says before the overwhelming pleasure cuts him off.
Jessica’s eyes flew open. “No! Don’t come, please,” she begged, her hands already struggling to reach around her massive globe. She gave two hissing breaths, panting between clenched teeth. “I’m gonna pop!”
He felt himself cross the line, his cup filled over the brim. “Too late,” he said as he staggered to his feet.
There’s just a few moments as he feels his pleasure crescendo. He gets to the side of the bed, finishes his last stroke as his cock begins to twitch. Rope after rope of cum shoots from his cock, spattering Jessica’s immense tummy as it quivers, the coming growth spurt rumbling just beneath the surface. The cum dashes over her heaving breasts and clings to her drum tight belly just as the force beneath surges forward. Her growth is so forceful, Jessica physically tries to hold back her own belly with her two hands, her fingers sliding across the surface as she lets loose a screaming moan. It’s hard to be certain but the massive growth itself may have given her climax; it sure seems that way as she takes deep, heaving gulps of air.
Geoff stands there for a moment, unable to keep the smile from his face. Jessica is just so massive. And though she is still whimpering and moaning, she can’t keep her hands off of herself. Geoff can’t blame her, she’s so big and beautiful and he wants to keep her like this always.
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