Hi! Can I ask you #7, 8, and 11 for the breeding ask game you reblogged?
7. What inspired your breeding kink?:
At the start it was probably just primal hormones but now it's 100% a domination thing. It's the feeling of "changing the whole course of your life is worth it to give me a better orgasm." Oddly enough it's a similar appeal to something like a snuff kink (which I don't have but I respect).
8. What is your ultimate breeding fantasy?
I'd have to say having a harem of breeding pets. Just a bunch of obedient human cocksleeves that tend to my every need in hopes that I might bless them with my sperm in their womb. And if we're talking full fantasy where it's not possible or wanted IRL then several of my pets should be blood related to me. Also each of my loads should be about a half gallon.
11. Any breeding related icks?
That's a tough one. I have several icks but most of them involve things unrelated to breeding. I guess I'm not the biggest fan of cis man mpreg but there's been a few times I've liked it. So if it counts I guess my answer is art or manga where a girl gets knocked up with a bunch of bugs or parasites. That's a HUGE ick.
telling you i want to be the mother of your children and always be pregnant with your babies is me flirting with you and yes i prefer slow burn relationships.
thinking about lactatingā¦. ą«®ź° ą¾ą½² >āøāøāø< ą¾ą½²ź±į
my nipples hardening and puckering up until theyāre a rosy hueā¦ my blush traveling to the swells of my breasts. wet patches blooming at the front of my silky nightie. my breath hitching and eyes watering in embarrassment at the mess i made. shyly climbing out of bed before you could notice.
making my way to the bathroom when suddenly i feel you behind me. you gently snake your hands around my hips and flip me around, softly pushing me into the wall. a whimper slips from my lips when you softly cup my achey, heaving breasts in each palm of yours. swiping a thumb against my hard nipples, cooing when i cry out and tell you iām too full, its sticky and messy- i need to clean myself up.
ānonsense darling.ā youād rasp before bending forward and kissing each fat, delicate, weeping nipple. taking the entire plumpness in your mouth and sucking.
I was pillow talking with a guy Iāve been seeing and saying something like āI canāt just go get pregnantā and he replied, āI mean you CANā¦ā and I just about melted
Itās true, I could just get pregnant right now, I already know people who would be willing to knock me up and itās driving me insane š
oh my actual . ANON ā¦ THIS MAN WANTS YOU ā¦.
oh the way i just blushed for you. the way iām literally creaming my panties right now š
i need all my girls to tell me the craziest hottest things anyone has ever said to you that made your pregnancy kink brain go āOH BREED ME RN!!ā
honestly i feel you so hard. i donāt know whats in the air right now but all i can think about is how i could literally just get pregnant. right now. and its taking everything in me to not. -_-
So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Orā¦ what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, likeā¦ two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wristāit wasn't cute, it wasn'tāso you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing andā¦ Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move itāit slipped passed your bellybuttonāwhen you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lowerā¦ and lowerā¦
ā¦ and lowerā¦
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow orā?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the littleāor not, at this pointāslime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Deliciousā¦ The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuckā¦ oh, fuckā¦ hnghā¦"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bedā¦
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uhā¦ uhā¦ uhā¦" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deepā¦
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
glukā¦ glukā¦ glukā¦
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was itā¦ Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dumpā¦ please, just cum inside meā¦
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finallyā¦
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round twoā¦
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
Anyone else just have an urge to escape and go into hiding for a year and get knocked up, get super round, give birth, and then pretend it never happened? Use my body, breed my body, then act oblivious to the act.
Itās all fun and games until they hit the 4th orgasm and then itās all āWe should stopā and āPlease Iām begging youā and panicked crying and trying desperately to break the handcuffs to get away while arching their back violently. Girls are so cute.
There are some very fun preg or belly kink ask games out there, but the one's I've seen are typically focused on one flavor of said kink, or aren't strictly pregnancy-focused or are heavily gendered.
So I thought I'd to cook up 50 fun, kinky but not outright explicit, questions for an ask game. All pretty broad in application, and gender neutral! Please enjoy!
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What's your favorite aspect of pregnancy? What makes it hot for you in a kink sense?
Would you rather be with someone who IS pregnant, or be pregnant YOURSELF? (or both?)
Do you prefer pregnant bellies that sit high, or carry low?
Do you prefer a pregnant belly that leans more "torpedo belly" or "beachball belly", or something else?
Favorite pregnancy blemish (stretchmarks, veins, linea nigra, ect), if any?
If you could only pick one, would you keep hyperpreg, rapid preg, or perma preg? Why?
Favorite NON-physical attribute of pregnancy? (Ex: cravings, pregnancy brain, nesting)
Most niche part of pregnancy that fits into your kink?
How pregnant is TOO pregnant where it stops being hot?
Thoughts on ill-fitting/outgrowing clothes with pregnancy?
Do you prefer bare, partially covered, or tightly clothed pregnant bellies?
Do you have a favorite occupation to see a pregnant person performing?
In preg kink writings, when a pregnancy is abnormal in any way, do you prefer when it's supernatural (fantasy), technological (sci-fi), explained some other way, or not explained at all?
Who are some of your favorite preg kink artists/blogs?
Do you prefer when a pregnancy is super encumbering, or doesn't limit the pregnant person in an extreme way?
How do you feel about pregnancy and stuckage?
How do you feel about pregnancy and stuffing, or vore, or wg, or inflation, or any other kink that increases belly size?
How do you feel about pregnancy paired with another, non-belly related kink? (asker may specify)
Thoughts on pregnant belly worship?
Thoughts on pregnant belly manipulation? (like pushing on or shaking a pregnant belly)
What's something kinky you would love to do to a pregnant belly, outside of the realm of normal pampering or worship?
What's an outfit you'd love to see a pregnant person wear?
For kink purposes, what's your favorite stage of pregnancy?
Favorite view for a belly? (straight on, side profile, POV looking down as though it's yours, ect)
Do you prefer a pregnant person dressed to the nines, or basically in their pajamas?
Describe one of your most self indulgent preg kink fantasies in full.
Do you prefer super active pregnant bellies, or bellies with calmer babies?
Do you prefer smooth and blemishless pregnant bellies, or ones with lots of marks and veins and strain?
Favorite non-belly physical attribute of a pregnant person?
Favorite state for a belly button on a pregnant belly? (innie, outie, flat, ect)
Thoughts on pregnant bellies with a soft layer of chub around them?
Favorite word to describe a pregnant belly?
Do you prefer when a pregnant person is "maxed out" and at the height of their possible growth, or big but still growing, lending to some anticipation for what's to come?
What's your ideal rapid preg growth speed? How long should it ideally take to go from a flat tummy to full term?
Do you prefer a large/overdue singleton, or a batch of multiples?
What what point does "high order multiples" become "hyper preg" to you?
Thoughts on monsterpreg? If you enjoy it, what's your favorite monster to be/see someone pregnant with?
If you enjoy pregnancy encumbering mobility, do you prefer if its due to size, or weight? or both?
Do you think of a pregnancy kink as a more "vanilla" kink, or as one of the weirder ones?
What are some aspects of pregnancy that you enjoy in a kink way that AREN'T the pregnancy itself? (Ex: breeding, labor, birth, lactation, ect)
Have you told anyone you know IRL about your pregnancy kink? If so, who (within reason privacy wise), and how did they take it?
Favorite piece of pregnancy-centric media? (could be for kink purposes or otherwise)
Favorite part of a pregnant belly?
Thoughts on belly piercings on pregnant bellies?
In a kink context, what's an activity you would you like to be doing/see someone doing while pregnant?
At what point does a pregnant belly go from "big" to "huge"?
Do you have any preg kink "guilty pleasures"? What is one, if you have any and are willing to share?
Do you have another kink that you enjoy mixing with pregnancy? If so, what is it?
Do you have any irl stories or anecdotes that relate to your pregnancy kink in way way? Care to share?
In as much detail as possible, what's your IDEAL pregnant belly?
Hey queen can u do an update tonight on zen?!š a man has been rlly rude to me recently and id like some comfort from a fictional man insteadšššš¼pls pls
Iām back to chipping away at writing now that my life isnāt so chaotic, though itāll still probably be a few days until the next part is done ā¹ļø
Sorry to hear that youāre dealing with a rude guy, that always sucks. Though Zen would be the best at comforting and taking care of his spouse.
āāāā
The weight of the world had been getting to you recently and left an awful, heavy feeling in your chest that Zen noticed immediately. Without a word he pulled you onto his lap and purred while he nuzzled his cheek against the side of your head, his tusks occasionally tangling into your hair.
āDo you want to talk about it?ā he asked.
āItās just been a lot lately.ā
It was one of the best things about him, he was always quick to comfort you. Always ready to listen to anything you needed to talk about, or just sit in silence and just be a reassuring presence.
You felt him lean over to grab something off the nightstand and then start brushing out your hair. It was an intimate thing for trolls, helping your partner with their hair. He had taught you how to help comb out his dense, shaggy mane of hair and he happily learned how to brush out your hair too.
āNo matter what I am here for you, my little loveā he said against the side of your head.
You did not respond, but nuzzled him back instead.
āHow about I draw you a bath with those nice bath oils, then go pick up some of those honey pastries you like?ā
āOk, but hold me for a while more?ā
āOf course, whatever you need.ā
You never made it to the bath, instead falling asleep on his lap and cuddled against his chest. It was not the first time it had happened, and it probably would not be the last, but that was alright. Zen was happy as long as you were happy.
Hours later you awoke tucked into bed with Zen sitting next to you pouring over his reports, honey pastries sitting on the nightstand waiting for you.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
M!troll x f!reader
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(Also, ask box is always open, I am literally always vibrating out of my skin to talk about this man)
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Sometime ago Zenājan had stopped purring and seemed to be entirely asleep on your lap. You kept combing out his hair as long as you could, stopping only when you could not reach anymore because how he was laying back. It was a marvel just how much hair he was shedding, your lap was covered in green hairs and you had amassed quite a pile next to you as you cleaned out the comb.
With his head tilted on your lap one of his ears was sticking up, much longer and pointier than an elfās, and you could not help tracing your finger along the edge. Midway up his ear there was a sizable tear and numerous nicks all up and down the sides. He sighed in his sleep while you played with his ear, maybe one day you would get up the courage to do things like that when he was awake too.
He seemed happy, a strange realization you had as you watched him doze. Sure he had smiled and joked with you a bit in the last month, but this was different, this was actual genuine happiness.
And it was weird to realize you were pretty happy too. For the first time in your life you were able to go where you wanted and do what you wanted. You had free reign to roam the city without being dogged by attendants chaperoning you around and deciding where you were allowed. You could go where you wanted, talk to who you wanted, just do what you wanted.
Maybe what was the most weird was without a doubt you knew Zen cared about you. You were not sure if you could call it love, from either of you, but he truly did everything he could to take care of you.
Your hand drifted from his ear back to his hair, he was shedding much less now as you ran your fingers through it. It was dense, the thick second layer to his hair seemed to be what was mainly shedding, then there were the longer strands that laid on top and gave his hair its length. You found yourself just absentmindedly playing with his hair while you got lost in your thoughts.
āHaving fun?ā
Startled, you looked down to see Zen looking back up at you smiling.
āYou do not have to wait until I fall asleep to touch me you knowā he continued.
āHow long have you been awake?ā you asked.
āSince you were touching my earā.
āAnd you didnāt say anything?ā
āNo, it felt nice and I figured you would stop if you knew I was awakeā
He was right. You were not sure why but you still felt embarrassed by it.
āAre you getting hungry? I did not mean to fall asleep again, so by now you must be starvingā he asked.
āYeah, I donāt think Iāve eaten since breakfast yesterdayā.
āWould you prefer to stay home and rest, or would you like to come with me?ā he asked.
You thought about it for a moment, part of you just wanted to wrap up in blankets and stay in the warmth and safety of your home, the other part of you did not like the idea of being left alone.
āIāll come with youā you decided.
The two of you walked the streets of the market quarter of the city, Zen close enough to be brushing against you at all times. It seemed he was making up for lost time now that you were comfortable with him touching you.
He happily let you lead the way to any food stalls that caught your attention and translated for you so you could ask questions about any foods you were not familiar with. It was a nice change just to walk around with him eating street food and chatting, sure you were still exhausted, but this was a good distraction.
āYou just let me know where you want to go and what you want to doā he said and gave your shoulder a squeeze.
You yelped, your shoulder stung and felt raw when he touched it.
āI am so sorry, did I grab you too hard?ā he asked, panicked by your reaction.
āNo, no itās not that, just stingsā you said.
āLet me seeā carefully he tugged the collar of your shirt aside to check on your shoulder, āHow did you not feel this before, lookā
You looked at the top of your shoulder, your skins was bright red and angry and stung where his fingers accidentally grazed it. The redness continued down the top part of your arm.
āFrom the sun yesterday, since your shoulders and arms were not really coveredā he said, āWe can get something for it on the way homeā.
The two of you continued your walk, Zen insisting on buying all sorts of sweets and snacks for later. He paused in front of a small shop before ducking inside with you in tow. Herbs and plants overflowed from shelves and hung from the ceiling and an older troll woman sat behind the counter.
She called out in the troll language to the two of you and you smiled politely, not knowing what she said.
Zen however immediately launched into an animated conversation. You smiled while you watched him, he was much livelier speaking his own language, gesturing with his hands and emoting. You loved listening to him speak even if you did not know what he was saying, he always seemed happier using his language versus his stiff common.
The two of you left the shop with a small jar of something and made your way home.
āMay I?ā he asked as the two of you sat together at home on the bed. He was holding the little jar from the shop and gesturing to your shoulder.
You tugged the edge of your collar aside and Zen quickly got to applying whatever was in the jar. It was cold against your skin, but did help take the sting away. Gently he continued, moving on to your other shoulder and both arms. It was nice a nice feeling as he sat behind you, the quiet sort of intimacy of just helping someone.
You leaned back against him, resting your back on his chest and he lowered his head down on top of yours. You reached up and offered him some of the pastry you had been eating, though instead he planted a few soft kisses along the inside of your wrist, his gentle show of affection made your heart flutter a bit.
āAre you happy, Zen?ā you asked.
āI amā his lips were still against your wrist as he spoke, āAre you?ā
You thought about it again. You were in a city where you did not speak the language, your husband followed the lord of shadows and you were still avoiding unpacking your feelings about that, and in the last month you really had only made one friend. But you were happy, more than anything you were free.
āI amā you said.
āGoodā he nuzzled the top of your head, āDo I still need to sleep on the floor?ā
he teased.
You turned sideways a bit and buried your face into his chest, āNo, I think I really liked sleeping together earlierā you could not look at him while you admitted it.
āI am happy that you feel comfortable with me nowā
Chain pregnancy has no right being as hot as it is. Getting pregnant, going through 9 months of that, only to get pregnant again barely 1 or 2 months after you've given birth? Being basically constantly pregnant for however long you and your partner want? Constantly breeding like animals without a care in the world because you feel so empty, miss the heavy weight in your belly and under your hands? Constantly dripping milk from a swollen chest because you're constantly with young or expecting?
Edging. Ruined orgasm. Post orgasm overstim. More edging. Another ruin. More post orgasm torture. Edging again. Ruined again. Post orgasm again. Again. Again. Again. Playing with you until your pretty little brain melts and you're too sensitive to even think. I like you much better like this, no thoughts in that empty head of yours. You're so good at being my dumb drooling mess, babydoll.
Did I spend most of yesterday and today writing this? You bet your behinds I did. Am I drippy mess? I sure am. And I sincerely hope you all like it, and I'd love to hear what you all think.
I decided to combine a new love (š„) with an old one (š).
Here's part I in case you missed it.
The first thing you become aware of is that you're fucking starving. You groan, now registering the way your whole body aches. Every part of you hurts, from your back and shoulders down to your hips and stomach muscles. Your eyelids flutter open to blindingly bright sunlight; you squeeze your eyes shut again.
What the hell? Had you forgotten to close the curtain in your bedroom last niā?
And that's when you remember.
Last night, your stomach had been swollen and distended.
Last night, you'd experienced the most agonising pain of your life.
Last night, you'd come harder than you'd ever thought was possible. And that had only been the first time.
Last night, you laid an egg.
You force your eyes open again, searching the kitchen, a sudden terror seizing your chest. What if your precious egg was gone, what if someone had taken it while you slept? You had toā
A shaky breath escapes you as you catch sight of a shimmering green shape by your feet. The egg is even more beautiful in the day time, the light glinting off the ridged shell and reflecting off the white tile.
You're not really in any condition to fuck your egg again. With the way you're feeling, you'll probably pass out from low blood sugar and break your neck or, worse, hurt the egg. If you're going to do thisāand really, that same sensible voice says, there's no ifāyou need to be smart about it.
So rather than giving into temptation, you curl your fingers into your palms and scoot away from the egg for now. Instead, you try to get to your feet, something that should have been easy enough. But your legs feel like those of a newborn giraffe, and you have to lock your knees and hold onto the counter to keep from face-planting back onto the tile.
You let out an unsteady, slightly disbelieving laugh. God, how had this become your life? Not that you're complaining; you just need to be a little more careful for the time being. You round the counter to get as close to the fridge as you can. Then, with a deep breath like you're about to take a leap off a very high ledge, you push off the counter and practically throw yourself at the fridge.
Honestly, you're beginning to feel a little silly. You let out a giggle before opening the fridge and peeking in.
Milk.
As soon as your eyes land on the carton, you're dying for it. You snatch it up and toss the lid aside carelessly, bringing it up to your lips and gulping it down. The cold is heavenly on your raw throat; you keep chugging it down until the carton is empty.
Fuck, had milk ever tasted so good? You don't think so. Continuing to rummage through the fridge, you chomp on anything that comes to hand, focusing on things that don't require any prep. Two apples, a raw carrot, a pear, you munch your way through them until finally your legs are steady beneath you again.
You finally feel like you can trust yourself near your egg. Walking over to it, you kneel down on the tile. That same reverence from before washes over you as you gently scoop the egg up.
It's strangely cool beneath your fingertips, and you wonder if that's because it's been sitting on the floor for hours. Even more pressing, you wonder what's inside it. Surely it'll have to hatch at some point, right? And just what the hell had even laid the egg inside you and how? The sensible part of you isn't sure you want to know.
The filthy slut who'd fucked herself on an unknown creature's egg last night is kinda dying to find out.
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Freshly showered, you feel as though you're finally approaching normal. You stretch before towel drying your hair, and it feels like any other Tuesday morning. Just you in your quaint little house, naked and alone but for the massive egg placed carefully in the middle of your bed.
It had taken all of your self-control not to touch yourself in the shower. You wanted the next time you cameāhell, every time you cameāto be on your egg. You know without checking, though, that your cunt was utterly soaked. But while you'd avoided your still sensitive pussy, you had taken the time to examine the rest of your body.
Something that earth-shattering had to have left its mark, right?
It's probably your imaginationāalmost certainlyābut you'd swear that your hips look a little wider, your tits a little fuller. But surely that can't be possible.
"About as likely as waking up one day with a massive egg in your belly," you mutter to yourself.
So, could your body have possibly changed after the events of last night? It's a definiteā¦ maybe.
But enough thinking for now. With every step that brings you closer to your egg, the butterflies in your tummy grow stronger. The anticipation is delicious, but you've never been a patient person.
Desire is thrumming through you, so much so that you can feel your hands trembling. You drop your towel carelessly on the floor as you approach the bed. The egg is so beautiful that it makes your breath catch. A fragment of memory from last night freezes you in place.
You wish you could see what your pussy looks like as the egg emerges.
Everything had happened so quickly last night, there would've been no way you'd have been able to watch. But tonightā¦ you know what to expect, more or less. You can prepare.
If you do this right, last night could have just been the warm up.
It takes a few minutesālong enough that you almost give up and leave it for next timeābut you manage to move your dressing table so that it's only a few inches from your bed. Beyond impatient now, you sweep your arm along its surface, sending make up and brushes and perfume bottles to the carpeted floor.
Nothing is going to impede your view tonight.
Within moments, you're finally kneeling over your egg. You take a moment to run your fingertips over the shell. While the base of the egg is the diameter of a cantaloupe, the tip is about three fingers wide. But with it lying longways on the pillow, there's no way it'll fit inside you. Andā¦ well, you're kinda intrigued by those ridges along its surface. And you can't help but wonder what it'd feel like to hump that gorgeous, iridescent shell until it's entire surface is slick with your juices.
After all, it serves a practical purpose, you reason. You're definitely going to need some kind of lubrication if you're to have any hope of getting your egg back inside you.
Biting your lip between your teeth, you cautiously lower yourself onto the egg. The shell is cool against your warmth, making you inhale sharply. You settle your weight onto it, and already the pleasure is enough to make you groan. Your clit is throbbing, your cunt overheated, and the coolness of your egg is a heady contrast.
Common sense heeds you to take it slow. The last thing you want is to crack the gorgeous shell. You ignore the voice of reason this time. Somehow, you're sure that the egg won't break. It belongs inside your body, and it will hold until it gets there.
You grind down.
Fuck, it's perfect. It takes you no time at all to build a rhythm, slipping and sliding along the ridges and relishing in the way they feel against your clit. Your eyes are fastened on the mirror in front of you; the little whore reflected there is gorgeous, eyes fever bright and skin flushed.
And there, between your thighs, is your egg.
Want burns through you, hot and bright, and you fuck down against it harder. You're driven by instinct now, relentlessly chasing the pleasure you know is waiting for you.
Faster, move faster.
Harsh, hungry little sounds escape your throat as you strain for your orgasm. It rushes through you like a freight train and makes your vision go dark. You gasp for air; it's almost impossible for you to stay upright.
Even through the aftershocks, you can't help the way you wriggle against your egg, smearing your wetness all over its surface. But now you face a terrible dilemma: do you keep riding the egg, or do you now try to get it back inside you?
A little more lube won't hurt, you decide.
It takes a little longer to cum this time. You have to grind down harder, working your hips as you slide along those perfect ridges. The extra effort is worth it, though. The orgasm seems to build from deep inside of you, right at your centre, before it engulfs your body like a mushroom cloud.
"Uh uh uh."
These little sounds spill past your lips, utterly shameless, as you continue to watch yourself in the mirror. The green of the egg seems to deepen, almost glowing as your juices coat its surface.
Once again, you spare a moment to thank whatever deity had decided to bless you with this majestic egg. Slightly delirious, you vow to devote your life to whatever it is. You'll be their most loyal, devoted servant, using your body and your cum to worship it and your egg. It's the last coherent thought you have before you collapse back against the mattress behind you, your cunt gushing as the pleasure pulls you under.
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Your eyelids flutter open. This time when you wake, there's no confusion. You know exactly where you are and what you've done.
And you're ready for round two.
Sitting up on your elbows, you look down at your egg, expecting to see it glinting softly in the room's dim light.
What you're not expecting is the creature sitting on the end of your bed.
Had it been any other day, the sight would have made you shriek in terror. But today, after the miracle of pleasure you'd experienced, you recognise the creature for exactly what it is.
This is your god.
Its body is large, about the size of a grown Labrador. The creature is a lovely shade of pink, so dark it's almost red at the base of its skull; the colour fades further down its body until the tip of its limbs is a beautiful sea shell pink. A single enormous eye stares at you unwaveringly, and you would swear that the creature can see right through you.
You want so desperately to hold that gaze, to prove yourself worthy, but you can't help being captivated by the sight of the creature's limbs.
By its tentacles. There are so many, some curled up around you, others hovering over the bed.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Instinct has served you well thus far. You have no idea if you'll be able to communicate with the creature at a later stage and, at that moment, you don't care. All you can think to do is meet that single eye and spread your legs as far as you can.
An unmistakable invitation. Your godāperfect and omniscientātakes it for what it is, and reaches towards you with its tentacles.
The first touch of those long limbs makes you gasp. They're cool, like the egg, and seem to be coated in some kind of secretion. Your eyes flutter shut, mouth dropping open in a loud gasp, as your skin begins to tingle everywhere the creature touches you.
It takes its time learning you. The creature feels the curve of your cheeks and the arch of your neck, tests the weight of your tits and teases your nipples with a feather light touch. But as good as that all feels, you can only concentrate on one thing.
A long, thick tentacle is approaching your cunt..
"Please," you gasp. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."
The creature, most holy and divine, seems to understand your desperation. And it rewards you by thrusting the tentacle inside you with one hard push.
You wail as your pussy accepts the tentacle greedily, your wetness easing its way in. The sound the tentacle makes as it withdraws slightly before pressing in again is obscene, loud even over the sound of your whining. It's pressing in so deep now, impossibly deep, the tip of the tentacle touching your cervix. Whatever secretions that glaze the creature's skin are coating you now, inside and out.
Want unlike anything you've ever experience before has taken over you. You feel almost feral with lust, beginning to thrash on the bed in an effort to take the tentacle even deeper still, to force the creature to fuck you.
More tentacles surround you now, curling around your wrists and ankles in an unbreakable grip. And then, to your utter horror and dismayā¦
The tentacle inside you slowly withdraws, making your cunt slurp in protest.
"No, no, please, I'mā¦ I'm sorry, I'llā"
It shoves that same tentacle into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, cutting you off with a gluck. The combined taste of your cunt and the creature's skin tips you over into an agony of bliss. Your scream as you orgasm is muffled; your vision whites out as your cunt clenches around empty air.
Supplication. That is what the creature is demanding from you. You will take everything that it gives you, no more and no less. And so you force your body to go lax. Sucking eagerly on the tentacle rather than fighting to get it back inside your pussy. Working only to spread your legs wider rather than to buck your hips at the creature in invitation.
Your god has given you so much pleasure already. More than a hundred lifetime's worth. It will give you what you need, if you're patient.
And so you wait, staring back at your god, hoping your adoration for the creature shines through.
A long moment passes. Where you'd been so impatient before, now you're content to wait for the creature to begin. The tentacle in your mouth is delicious, better than anything you've ever tasted. You're drooling around it the same way you can feel your cunt drooling in preparation for whatever comes next.
What comes next fills you with delight.
The creature has curled some of its tentacles around the egg and is bringing it up the bed towards you. Its intent is clear.
You whine, sucking hard at the tentacle in your mouth to signal your eagerness. Not that it would have mattered. The tip of the egg kisses your opening, blissfully cool against your heated core. That single eye is transfixed on your cunt as it slides the egg up and down your slit, gathering more of your wetness and smearing it across the shell.
And then the creature begins to press the egg further inside you. The initial stretch is divine, good and necessary and vital. You groan around the tentacle, wishing you could reach down to hold yourself open to it further. But ultimately, that isn't necessary.
Your body accepts the egg deeper and deeper, until the stretch becomes almost impossible to bear. You begin to shift restlessly, the pain a delicious counterpoint to the ecstasy of being filled. Every inch of the egg that slips inside you sends shards of pleasure piercing through you until you can scarcely breathe.
The egg has stretched you to your zenith, and it's barely halfway in. It seems to occur to the creature at the same time because it pauses. The devotee that's taken over your body is devastated at the possibility of displeasing your god, and you want to beg the creature to force the egg inside you, to make it fit.
A small eternity passes; it could only have been a few seconds. And then something miraculous happens, temporarily distracting you from the egg. The tentacle fucking your mouthā¦ it swells before it begins releasing some kind fluid, pumping it directly down your throat.
You have no choice but to swallow. It's cool and slightly sweet, thick like honey and as smooth as the finest whiskey. Soon, you find yourself nursing on the tentacle, guzzling every drop you can and lamenting any that spill out of the corners of your mouth. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind blissfully blank, when you feel it.
The egg, treasured manifestation of your god's love, is slipping further into you. Your cunt is stretching wide to accept it, hungrily pulling it back into your body. Somehow your hips are widening, the muscles of your cervix softening and relaxing to allow the egg passage. You're engulfed in a deep sense of satisfaction with every millimeter of the egg your body accepts.
It's unimaginable agony. You're going to burst.
It's ecstasy in its purest form. You want to stay suspended in this moment for the rest of your life.
By now, it's impossible to tell where one orgasm ends and the next one begins. You're limp and trembling. Your whole body is loose and relaxed, leaving you helpless to do anything but accept what the creature is giving you.
The ridges of the egg drag along the walls of your cunt as the creature continues to press it up inside you. You feel the exact moment the tip of the egg kisses the head of your cervix and you can't stop the muffled scream that tears itself free.
More. Fuck, you need more.
And yours is a loving god, because that's exactly what you get. The egg stretches out your cervix impossibly, making your stomach bulge. Dazed, you stare as the swelling moves beneath your skin. You watch as the egg presses in further, rounding your belly to where you seem even bigger than you were last night.
Divine conception taking place right before your eyes, right here in your bed.
Exquisite. It's too much. With one last heaving orgasm, you gladly relinquish your hold on consciousness and enter nirvana, right as the egg settles into your womb.
If you want to get in touch for some reason (I really am just a nerd, I promise), I've got a discord account: dolldefiler
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Remember to reblog the posts that you like to save them!! I probably won't respond to anon asks, but I'll try to get round to replying to non-anon asks before I go.
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Here's the link for the demo (very rough demo) for one of the text games I've been working on. It's about winding up in hell (by accident) and get working as a surrogate. It'll eventually be a dating sim, but rn I'm focusing on getting everything working, so the demo is just going through one pregnancy while exploring and meeting characters. It looks like a text file in google docs, but it'll download as an html file you can run in your browser.
If you try it out, please let me know what you think!
