go 2 horny jail *bonk*

🏳️‍🌈 // 18+ // obligatory "all of this is fantasy and this user does not condone this IRL" // emojis are for organization

[cnc-pet]

well i just KNOW the idea of a kidnapper forcing one captive to breed another captive at knife/gunpoint is going to be living in my head rent free for the foreseeable future. The breeder just apologizing again and again, "I don't have a choice, I'm so sorry" while the kidnapper is just reclining in a chair and watching, occasionally saying something like "look how excited they are, it's clear that they've wanted to do this for a long time."

(SDKFHJDS I just got an ask about this topic lmao)

[mommywomb-deactivated20231013]

If you left your window open AND slept in the nude!?! I don't see how I reasonably could even stop myself at that point! Even reading those words has made me rock hard and I'm not even in your room yet!

It would be so easy to walk through that window and gently flip up that flimsy sheet, the only thing protecting your fertile womb mind you, and expose that lovely prelubed slit. My own genitals also slick and dripping with precum as a drip a few drops onto your pelvis as I silently slide between your legs and gently spread them carefully to not wake you. Watching your face smile and sigh in your sleep as I gently slide my turgid manhood into your welcoming hole. Id glide slowly into you stretching you around my bulging shaft, watching you stir slightly but fall right back asleep as I bottom out in you raw.

I'd have to watch my own moans as its been a week since my last nut so I'm already close, but your own primal womanly instincts would help as your body would squeeze and milk my shaft unconsciously as I would bite my lip stifling my moans as I slowly thrust. Suddenly Id hear you moan softly in your sleep as I feel your orgasm clamp down on my cock and push me over the edge as I finally empty my poor overstuffed balls deep into your womb, assisted by your own slutty body sucking my load as far as it can into you ensuring not a drop of my spunk would escape your depths. At that point I'd place the sheet back on you and leave as quietly and easily as I got there, you'd wake up completely unaware that my sperm was sloshing around deep inside of you for the next week, your poor eggs having no defense against my swimmers as you cluelessly go on about your day.

What was I saying again? Oh yeah be careful sleeping naked like that, you wouldn't want that to happen would you 💙?

Oh you're making me squirm so much 💕

I know leaving the window open is a lil risky, but I need that cool night air! It's not like anybody would actually go through it and pay me a surprise visit, right? Even if they can see my defenseless sleeping body by just peeking past the curtains?

As promised, I'm an incredibly heavy sleeper, and I don't even feel you lift my blanket off of me and move my legs. And by doing my nightly edge session I've made myself perfectly prepared for you. My pussy would be so nice and slick and my womb would be primed to receive a nice, thick load...

It feels like I'm having such a vivid wet dream, my sleepy mind completely unaware that you're actually pushing yourself deeper inside of me. Soon enough my walls envelop your entire shaft, and your bare tip kisses my unprotected cervix. The dream is so real that I stir and smile in my sleep ❤

Your slow thrusts lull me into a deeper slumber, while my pussy rhythmically pulses all around you, trying to milk an orgasm out of you. All the while I'm absolutely unaware as my body betrays me in my sleep, working with you to get me seeded and knocked up... Soon, my dream gets more intense, my breathing quickens, and my pussy tenses around you. Suddenly an orgasm jolts through me and I finally cum on your cock, making my womb even more receptive to you while sending you over the edge as well.

My body knows what's best for me, that I was born to be bred. Every single drop of your virile load gets sucked up by my cervix, filling up my chubby lil womb to the brim with your seed. It feels so right, so warm deep inside, and not a drop would be wasted.

And as quickly as you arrived, you're gone. Leaving me clueless but well bred.

My morning begins like any other, and I go about my days as I usually do, thinking I'm still a boy and that I pass and fit in like normal. Yet deep inside my eggs are bussily getting fertilized by your seed, impregnating me. Theres a life soon growing inside of me, and I'm absolutely clueless, going from a trans man to a first time mommy!

What's even better, is that I have no way of realizing what happened until it's too late. Morning sickness? Oh, I wake up nauseous every once in a while anyway. Periods? My testosterone suppresses them already, so the weeks roll by without a worry. Belly bump? Well, I have a nice soft belly already. If it's a little bigger, I'm probably just bloated, right? But it never goes down after I notice it. People begin to give me weird looks as well, but it can't be... up until I start feeling the first kicks and my world turns upside down ❤

Oh but! Oh, nevermind, that'd be so awful! I'm definitely not dripping at the thought or anything. Uhm... what were we talking about? Ah, right, that I should leave my window open at night more often! 🥰🤭

[dummyinc]

He’s not sorry, panting against your ear and whining as his hips rock against yours, you’re still half asleep. Still barely registering the sound of his voice filling your ears and his cock stretching your cunt.

He’s not sorry, but he says he is.

“ ‘M sorry, ‘m so fuck-ing sorry- Oh fuck, you feel s’ood. Gonna, g’na g’na cum. G’’na c-UM.” He sobs into your neck, fingers threading with yours as his hips still, cock nestling against your cervix and balls drawing up as he cums. It’s so thick and warm, has his mouth opening with a shuddering groan and drool slipping from his mouth to smear across your shoulder and his cheek.

“ ‘M sorry, fuck ‘m sorry. You’re dreaming, fuck, you’re dreaming.” He whispers in your ear when you stir just a little, hips still rocking against yours as he coaxes you back to sleep.

He’s not sorry, he does it every night.

You sleep through it all, simply waking up the next morning aching and sore, greeting him excitedly as he thinks about the cum nestled warmly in your cunt. Thinks about how much he can’t wait until you slurp down the dinner he’s given you that has crushed birth control and sleeping pills mixed in so that he can repeat the process all over again.

Thinks about smearing your creamy cunny with more cum as he uses your used slit to clean himself, apologizing for the mess and rubbing his finger over your clit to watch his cum be pushed out by your slick.

He’s not sorry and he never will be.

He hopes you wake up one of those days, mewling at his cock stretching your little hole and beg him to stop so he can watch the way your mouth gapes and defeat glazes over your eyes as you feel his cum fill your insides, so he can apologize and whisper how much you wanted it, how you were just begging for it, wearing no clothes to sleep like your whore cunt wanted to be filled and raped, and how he needed a release, needed to give in to his temptations, whisper that he’s sorry but you feel so good hugging his cock.

Comfort you as his thrusts resume, rhythm matching that of your sobs as you feel your body rock with the force of his thrusts. Shame overcoming you as you hear the wet schlick sound of your cunny growing wetter at the feeling of his cock raping your cunt. How you whine and cry for him to stop, to pull out this time when he warns you he’s cumming, feels your tears salt his tongue as he licks them from your cheeks when you cum too.

He’s not sorry. He wishes he could be.

[wolfjohn-01]

I want to rape you in front of your family so they can watch how much of a fucking slut you are while I bounce you on my cock and hear your little uh uh uh uh and barely suppressed moans.

Violate the good little girl they worked so hard to raise all these years, just to watch you drool your braincells out onto the floor while i break you into the new shameless fuckslut you're becoming.

They can hear your brain turning to mush with every wet plap your cunt makes as i pound it relentlessly with my hard cock.

Let's make our new family right in front of them ❤️

[cxntboyslxt]

It’s not like he’d ever know. Not really. Not explicitly.

You drugged his drink at the club. He didn’t even notice; he was already sloshed.

Ever since the games… ever since what happened… you haven’t stopped thinking about him. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be alive. You watched him die.

And yet, he was here at the club tonight. The one you work in.

So, you drugged his drink. You snuck him back to your place. And you remembered something that you know that no one else knows…

You wanted him. Needed him.

You’re never letting him go again.

It would be so simple. After stripping him and positioning him correctly on the bed, aided by pillows of course, you restrain him with ropes. You need this to be perfect.

You force more drugs into him as he begins to come to- gripping his hair and forcing his mouth open, pushing the pills down his throat with your fingers and maybe some water or alcoholic beverage. You don’t need him lucid. You need him complacent. Like a good boy.

You might be the only person to know he has such a beautiful little boycunt. And it’s all you can think about as you lube up the speculum and gently guide the tool into his tight little hole.

You press it in. Deeper, deeper… until it’s fully seated deep within the man, pressing against his cervix.

You open him up, already feeling yourself getting hard at the thought of what you were about to do.

You prepare a syringe of your own semen and a catheter that you attach to the syringe. You’re sooo close… it’s almost time…

You crank the speculum open wider, and lube up the tip of the catheter. You carefully, but steadily, feed the thin tube down the canal and up to the cervix… before forcibly pushing it in.

You push it in a good inch or two before you push down on the plunger, dispensing your semen impossibly deep inside him. You need to make sure it takes. You need to be sure you’ll never lose him again.

You pump him full of at least two syringes worth of your seed, directly into his womb. He. Is. Yours.

-

He’ll wake up, on your couch, fully clothed and neatly tucked in. You can play the Good Samaritan and see how long it takes him to recognize you. Because you could never forget him.

And soon, he’ll never be able to escape you again.

You just have to wait until his tight little belly starts to swell. Once it starts, he won’t be able to ignore it.

And you’ll be there. Waiting.

[ourbuprofen-deactivated20250921]

“Shhh, attaboy…”

Inhaling sharply as you wake, feeling warm, buzzy and soft in your bed, but there’s a shape above you, weighing you down. You open your mouth to speak but realize there’s a rough palm clamped firmly over your mouth, so only a small whimper escapes. Something wet slips between your legs, sending sparks dancing across your vision as your Daddy’s face comes into focus above you.

“Easy, there, good boy. Just a little longer, it’s okay. Lie still, sweetheart,” he adds as you begin to squirm, feeling something wet skate over your t-cock. You can’t think. You know this is wrong. Daddy’s words are soothing as he begins to slide his cock against your growing nub, frotting against you. Your eyes roll back and you weakly try to push him off. Daddy continues his slow, teasing movements; he knows you took your shot tonight and your body is betraying you, flooded with hormones and a need to be used. Your cock twitches against his and he laughs softly.

“Just let Daddy do what Daddy needs to do. This will help your bottom growth, don’t you want that?” he mutters, voice straining as his cock slips, notching at your entrance. You freeze, but Daddy just keeps pressing forward, agonizingly slowly even as you’re whimpering and trying to twist out of his grasp. The stretch is unbearable and steals your breath away, impaling your tiny body on his massive cock, and you begin to shake as your body betrays you.

Daddy begins to thrust slowly, lazily, wet squelching noises making him smile. “See baby boy? You were made for me. You’re so good, you’re being so good and quiet for me. Don’t fight,” he warns with an edge to his voice as you begin to writhe again, and punctuates his point with a sharp thrust that makes your eyes roll back. “Good boy. My sweet little boy. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

He grinds against you, pubic hair rasping over your cock as he splits you open and uses your hole. “You’re becoming such a handsome young man, sweetheart,” he whispers, picking up his grindingly slow pace as he fucks into you. “I’m so proud of you. Let Daddy use you, baby. Shhhh. Don’t wake anyone up.”

He removes his hand from your mouth. You’re scared and confused and there’s this strange building heat between your legs. He reaches down between you and begins to jerk you off in time with his thrusts. “There you go,” he groans as you involuntarily tighten around him.

“Daddy, what’s happening?” you gasp as his skilled fingers pull you toward the point of no return. You’ve never touched yourself like this before, and this building heat is confusing.

“Shhh,” Daddy says, fucking you faster into the wet spot below you on the mattress. “It’s okay, Daddy’s got you. You’re being so good,” he moans as your cunt begins to flutter around his massive cock. Daddy’s fingers move faster, and your quiet unwilling moans fill the room.

“That’s right, sweetie. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Cmon. You can do it. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, but you have to cum, Daddy needs you to cum.”

You try to squirm away from the pleasure. You don’t want him to cum inside you, but Daddy’s grip is like steel and you begin to shake violently, mumbling, “Daddy— no, please, g-gonna—it feels— please don’t…” you’re still somehow staying quiet, obedient even as your hole is violated.

You know enough that Daddy could get you pregnant, and you’re trying to focus on anything else in the room to drag you back from the precipice you’re racing toward. Daddy’s clever fingers continue to milk your cock as his own angles into a spot that makes you see stars. Distantly, you realize you’re tearing up and moaning and begging but you can’t think straight and your nipples are dragging through his coarse chest hair as his breath gets more labored.

“It’s okay kiddo, let go, let go, if you cum I know you’re mine, if you cum I can tell you want this…”

You arch, gasping, shaking your head as your orgasm slams into you, convulsing and your hole involuntarily milking your Daddy’s cock. You feel the heat spreading through you as he squirts right up against your cervix and keeps rubbing your overstimulated cock as you gasp and writhe dumbly, a puppet for your Daddy’s needs. Maybe it is best to just let Daddy do the thinking. “There we go, good boy. Gotta make sure you take,” Daddy says, rolling his hips into yours. “One more for me, sweet boy, one more…” You struggle weakly, still shuddering and jerking helplessly.

It’s going to be a very long night.

[mindlessbimbo]

One of my go-to hypno fantasies is set in a dystopian govt-run fertility clinic. birth control and elective surgeries for birth control are highly regulated and gatekept; usually in order to access any of these things, ppl with wombs are forced to undergo evaluation, both mentally and physically, in order to determine whether they're really "sure" and not making a hasty decision. it's bullshit, of course -- it's just a way of setting up obsticals to prevent access to birth control altogther. i'm stubborn though, and i've known my whole life that i've never wanted children, so i dig my heels in and get myself an appointment at the clinic to discuss getting my tubes tied. even on the phone, they're already trying to dissuade me: "what about something less extreme? let's discuss the pill first, then wait and see if you change your mind?" but i refuse to relent, and begrudgingly they schedule me in for evaluation. months out, of course.

i arrive at the clinic and roll my eyes at the blatant propaganda everywhere, from the highly feminine decor to the posters advocating for motherhood and even, incredibly, "respecting nature". it was repugnant, but made me more determined than ever to stick to my guns.

the first stage of the examination is a one on one interview/assessment with a clinician. she sees me to a back room, somewhere quiet and out of the way. like everywhere else, the furnishings are very feminine and there's a strange perfume in the air that honestly gives me a bit of a headache bc it's so sickly sweet. I'm directed to sit down on a very plush sofa that i practically sink into, but i have to admit it's at the very least comfortable. the clinician starts asking me basic and innocuous questions about my medical history at first, but the conversation eventually turns more personal in nature. she asks me where my hesitance toward motherhood comes from. i tell her that there is no hesitance; i simply don't want it. she frowns in a pitying, almost disbelieving way and makes a few notes on her clipboard, then says in that case i would have no problem undergoing more a rigorous psychoanalysis. this irritates me, as i've already been here for easily an hour and made myself very plain, but i know they're just trying to frustrate me into giving up. she hands me a consent form and i quickly skim it, honestly too distracted by all the vibrant colours and strong smells to pay too much attention to what i'm signing, but it's not like i haven't done that with other contracts before. when i hand the paper back to the clinician, she smiles at me and proceeds to explain the next step of the analysis.

in order to determine that i am entirely committed to my decision, i will be tested for subconscious psychological indicators that suggest a stronger affinity to motherhood than I'm stating outright. I squint bc this sounds like a load of pseudo scientific crap, but i already signed the contract and leaving now means i won't get what i came here for, so i nod along with a bit of an eyeroll. I ask how long this test is going to take, and nearly choke when she indicates that it's going to be a sleep study. they want to keep me here ALL NIGHT?! fucking ridiculous. it doesn't conflict with my schedule though, so i just grimace and let her continue. finally she said that in order to speed up the process as much as possible, the physical evaluation will be conducted at the same time as the psychoanalysis. i raise an eyebrow at that, since i don't much like the idea of random clinicians performing a physical on me (for whatever reason) as I'm possibly sleeping, but she tells me that the physical eval is largely recorded by their technological equipment. fantastic, i think. guess i'm going to be hooked up to wires all night too!

with all that finally out of the way, the clinician takes me out of her office and further into the clinic. we approach a kind of examination room with a table in the middle. the clinician proceeds to hand me a medical gown and informs me that i will need to change before the analysis proceeds. she gives me some privacy to change, and takes all of my belongings with her - including my phone. I don't much like this, but she claims i wont be able to use it anyway, and its presence will interfere with the equipment or whatever. i quickly send a few texts off to people who might wonder where i am and give the clinician my clothes and phone. she leaves for a moment to set them aside, and tells me to lie down on the table.

the table is surprisingly soft. I'm not sure what material covers the surface, but it i find myself almost sculpted into it when i lie down. it would almost be comfortable if not for the fact the table is designed for me to be splayed out like a starfish, and as soon as the clician returns to the room, i notice she has brought back several leather straps with her.

seeing this nearly makes me bolt up, but she explains the restraints are for my own safety. I am being monitored at all times while in this room, but during the proceedure, it's better for me to not move involuntarily. plus, when i fall asleep, i wouldnt want to accidentally roll off onto the floor and get tangled up in wires. it seems reasonable enough, so i relax and allow her to strap me down to the table: my ankles, wrists, forearms, and mid section are all snuggly strapped in, and then the clinician begins to attach various electrodes or other sensors to my skin -- some of which get placed directly on my breasts. when she's finished, the clincian tells me that I'm all ready to go and will start the analyses as soon as i'm ready. i want to get this over with, so i nod and she leaves the room. but only for a moment.

the clinician returns with a helmet of some kind; something that would cover the entirety of my face. i start to question her about it but she either doesn't hear or ignores me, and places the helmet contraption over my face. my vision is plunged into darkness and i realize the mask has covered my nose and mouth as well; i can still breathe but i have no idea if i can be heard with this thing on! i try to struggle to get the helmet off my head, but there's a strap around my chin that keeps it in place. i feel panic set in as i realize what kind of position I'm now in, but almost as soon as i think I'm going to start screaming, i smell that perfume filter through the helmet. the smell is stronger than before and makes me dizzy almost instantly, but i feel a sense of calm along with it, too, even though nothing about this situation should be calming.

suddenly, the helmet i'm wearing whirrs to life with both sound and images. I have to actively resist the urge to blush when i realize what I'm listening to, what I'm seeing. incomprehensible whispers fill my ears along with moans of pleasure, timed together with flashes of pornographic and pregnant imagery. deep down it feels all very silly; is their psychoanalysis trying to determine whether this stuff makes me horny? i close my eyes, not willing to let some perfectly natural hormonal response skew my results. obviously, if they're going to flood my senses with porn, I'm going to get a little turned on. especially when they look so happy and blissful, just breeding their brains away.

I shake myself as i notice the way my thoughts just trailed there, but in doing so i open my eyes again. i notice a spiral has entered the visuals before me, and i find myself drawn into it. are those words flashing in front of me? they disappear so quickly that i have trouble reading them, but i should focus on trying anyway. I should focus on this feeling, this lack of control, this natural submission. all the breeding sluts happily accept their role, their place, their need to breed. it's my duty. it's my natural state. I don't need to think, i need to sink. I need to submit to my natural desires, the ones I've been denying for so long. can't you feel how wet you are? Don't you crave the feeling of a hard cock sliding between your folds, filling you up with his seed? we can tell how fertile you are, whore. just once would be enough to breed you. don't you want to try it? Of course you do. It's simple biology. You were born to be bred, and so you will stay here in this facility, kept docile and horny and constantly pregnant and full of cock. anything else you would have contributed to the world pales in comparison to this. It makes you so happy and mindless to know that your purpose has been found.

i feel the table move, pulling my legs apart as i mindlessly take in the words that i read, hear, and obey. i feel a pressure at my pussy, and moan as the artificial inseminator spreads my lips and begins to fuck me. more of the gas floods my senses, evaporating what was left of my resistance, and i feel the electrodes on my breasts begin to stimulate them for milk production. I sigh, contented, as I watch, listen, moan, squirm. I can't believe i almost gave this up out of sheer stubborness... fortunately, the clinic knows what's best for me, so I never have to think for myself again. I can't wait to be a mindless breeder.

[lighttaps]

You can’t help it. You’re so jealous of my husband. He’s been such a good friend to you. We let you stay with us. You hear us fucking down the hall, and you stroke yourself, pretending it’s you I’m moaning for. Waiting for weeks for the moment to take what you want. Finally he’s gone to work, and we’re alone in the house. We have breakfast together and afterwards you snake an arm around me, open my robe and grope my naked breasts. They’re soft and heavy in your hands. “Stop it, we’re just friends, no.” I whisper, pushing you away as you suckle my big nipples. “Yes baby,” you say back, biting and sucking until I’m covered in bruises. I tremble, protest, and try to pull away. You push me down on my back on the dining table. As you expose the rest of my body I plead “Stop it, I can’t let you do this, don't…” And you kneel down to eat my pussy. Jaw wide open to lick and suck every inch of me. My legs fall apart for you as you devour my cunt. I moan “God, no, no, you can’t.” And you say again “Yes baby,” fucking me with your tongue and stroking my clit. I cum in your mouth, shaking and dripping, begging you not to. My cunt trembles on your tongue, squeezing tight as you force me to keep cumming. My skin flushes red, and I cry out needily and frustratedly as my orgasm flows through me. Groaning “please, don’t, I thought you were my friend, no more.” And you say “There’s lots more, baby.” Stroking your cock against my soaking wet folds. My hips roll against you, wanting more, as I shake my head. You nod, pushing slowly in, watching my tormented face as you finally slide all the way inside me. “Yes baby, oh fuck, yes, I’m so deep inside you, finally… fuck, you feel so good on my cock.” You pump slowly and deeply, purposefully, holding my legs apart until I stop fighting you and let you pound me. I cry out softly, moaning against my will as your bare cock fills me. My pussy accepts your gentle assault readily, responding with more wetness and sensitivity. “Please stop, I’m going to cum again, no, please, oh fuck, you can’t do this to me, please don’t make me cum again.” You pound deep and soft into me, coaxing me on with “Yes baby, cum for me again, feel me splitting you open, my unprotected cock pounding into you over and over, cum on my cock while I force myself inside you, give it to me.” With a shuddering breath and a cry, my pussy clenches down on your cock and I cum for you. Whimpering “No, no, please, I can’t…” You growl and yell and pound my cunt as I cum. Unwilling to stop you, I hold onto the table while you drag my orgasm out. My cunt pulses around you, pink and needy. You bottom out inside me, and with a groan you cum inside me. I cry out unexpectedly and whine “Oh fuck, no, oh fuck, I can’t believe you’re cumming inside me…” My body milks you as you pump me full of cum. We groan and writhe against each other. You stroke my clit as you keep pumping inside me. “Yes baby, that’s my fucking cum, I’m cumming inside your married pussy, doesn’t it feel so good? Keep cumming for me, good girl, keep milking my cock for that cum. I’ll give you more.”

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[intoseaa]

just came my brains out twice thinking of pinning her down and groping her while we just lay there. wrestling her down to the mattress while she shouts at me to get off, to stop it, she's so sensitive there, stop, she doesn't want this! thinking about her screaming "fuck you" while i hold her legs apart and use her pussy, splitting her apart and it's just so big, so thick, it's breaking her. it's hurting her. ignoring her while she screams because she's so tight and so wet. the sounds of her body struggling to accomodate my weight, bending for my cock, and it's so hard to just lay there and take it, let alone fight back. she begs me with a weak voice even though she knows i won't stop. she cries that i need to use a condom but her tears are so pretty and it just makes me fuck her harder because the fragility turns me on so damn much. just dumping into her despite it all and making her into mother just because i felt like finally claiming her after all those nights of fucking the sheets and pillows of my bed just because she touched them and it smelled like her.

then she sleeps over at my house again the next day (:

[spermluver]

i want to wake up with an achy soreness in my virgin cunt and feeling all sticky and odd, but just shrugging it away as weird discharge. so innocent and unaware of the creamy fertile gift pooling inside my unprotected womb.

[reorientation]

"Just let me, baby."

She'd made a bad decision. She was drunk and alone in a man's house. A man who'd always wanted her, and never accepted that no man could have her.

She'd been reckless, and knew she ought to be afraid. But the liquor he'd given her was reddening her cheeks and making the heat rise inside of her, like it always did.

And then he kissed her, and pushed her down.

It was almost gentle. It wasn't violent, because it didn't need to be. At first she didn't even resist, underneath him on his mattress - and when she did, it didn't matter. She was drunk, and she was a woman: weak.

She felt the heat of him, and the pressure of his cock against her panties before he pulled them down.

"I've wanted you for so long. Just let me have this."

Heat, and pressure. Her cunt opened up, warm and welcoming and utterly without resistance. She had tried to escape, but her body had prepared itself for him.

The way he raped her was very near to romance. He savored her body, exploring it with his hands and lips. He kissed her deeply, crushed her against his bed, and pressed as far inside as he could with every stroke.

He came in her like a flood. Months of watching and wanting, and the fulfillment of finally mounting his courage and finding her hot and wet for him: it all poured out of him and into her eager cunt.

---

In the days after, she remembered that moment, and trembled. Not just from violation, but from the joy she'd felt - unwanted and unasked for - when her rapist moaned in her ear and filled her with his cum. From the way part of her mind had reacted to knowing that she'd given him so much pleasure.

In the weeks after, she stopped being able to touch herself to the thought of anything else. She would go over the edge while staring at his contact in her phone, knowing how easy it would be to have it again.

A few months after, she finally gave in and sent him a message - along with a picture of her growing belly.

And when she began to drip milk to feed his child, and to come just from the pressure of his lips as he drank from her, she knew.

She'd just let him have it.

She'd let him have everything.

(All of this is @traitordyke's true story - except the very end, which is her dearest fantasy.)

[prettyslvtsstuff]

Need a man that's obsessed with keeping his cum inside me. Need a man that'll breed me every single day, using me with or without my permission to drain his balls then plugging me up so be full of him. Need a man that goes feral every time I'm not filled to the brim with his cum. He wants me to be pumped so full you can almost see my little stomach bulging, and whenever we went too long without breeding, he just pushes me to the side, if we can't find a secluded place he'll fuck me in public, takes my pants off, pins me down against a wall, and takes me. Need a man that sees cumming me and me being stuffed full with his cum as a sign of possession, he's very possessive of me and needs me to be full with him to let me even do anything that's not being fucked my him. Need a man that ignores me completely if I tell him to not cuk inside, if he'll have to he'll rape me to accept him cum inside, but I'm gonna have his seed stuffed in my womb and that isn't and was never my choice. Need a man that's obsessed with telling me to get pregnant and take him seed inside. Whether he actually wants to get me pregnant or not, thinking about his thick, creamy potent cum, filling up my warm tight pussy and traveling all the way to my fertile womb to fertilize me and make me his... How my body is reacting to his cum because it belongs there, it was made for me, there isn't anywhere else his cum should go... It makes him feral.

Need a man with that kind of a breeding kink.

[muchbirth-deactivated20181002]

Yours

I can’t believe it. You snuck into my room, that fateful day. Stripped off my clothes, even though I was uncertain, scared. Opened my legs wide. You licked my delicate folds until they became damp on their own, until I was whimpering and moaning, arching my back and curling my toes with need. You pleasured me, even as I told you it felt wrong. You nibbled on my sensitive nub until I was clutching at the sheets, pleading with you to stop, that there was so much tension inside. Then you sucked hard on my clitty, forcing me to have my first orgasm. You drank up every drop of my cum, as we discovered I was a squirter, soaking the bed as I cried out, helpless to stop you.

Then, you mounted me. Slid deep inside as I sobbed, filling me with your member in a way I’d never known. You took me, claimed me in every way, filling my body. First with your flesh, and then, as I screamed, with your seed. My hands gripped you tightly, feet kicking as you forced another orgasm from me, coating your groin with my juices as you filled my belly with your cum.

You gave me a child. Forced me to become a mother, in that moment. You snuck into my room, stripped me, and put your baby into my body as I begged you not to, told you it was dangerous. You made me cum as you forcibly impregnated me. And now it’s growing, I’m helplessly swelling with your baby, looking at you every day with nobody else knowing that it’s you that did this. Everyone rubs my belly, telling me how big I am, amazed at how much I’m changing. They don’t know you’re the one changing me. Look at me, I used to be thin, beautiful. Now your baby is forcing my belly to get firm, warm with developing life.

I’m making a child in my body for you. You made me pregnant, you’re making me give birth. All you had to do was plant your seed, and now I’m helpless to do anything but swell with your unasked for offspring, until it’s time to open my legs wide and give it life.

It’s almost time. But you know that. Look how massive I am. Run your hands over my pregnant swell. Feel your baby kick inside me, as tears brim in my eyes. Feel my bellybutton. It’s so sensitive, and you can see it, how it makes me feel. Slip into my room again, and look at my naked body, the one you’ve taken over with your baby. See how wide my hips have become, how swollen my ankles are. Look how much you’ve forced me to adapt, my body eagerly accepting this, gestating your baby, making sure it’s healthy and happy within my womb that you invaded with your seed nine months ago.

Brush my nipples, watch my eyes go wide. They’re so sensitive. And look… it leaked milk onto your finger. I’m heavy and full, my breasts are milky. Play with them, let it leak down my chest, and lick it off, taste the sweet liquid my body is making for your baby. The baby you’re making me have. My breath is getting ragged, I’m getting turned on involuntarily again. It’s so much easier like this, my body is constantly ready.

Look at where you put this baby into me. Where it’ll come out. My feminine lips. My delicate folds. Or maybe I should say it? My puffy, pregnant pussy. You can feel the heat radiating off of my swollen, baby-filled cunny. You can smell my arousal, see the puffy lips glistening. You rub my belly as you force me down onto the bed again, tasting my gender as I plead once more. My cries for you to stop are ignored, as my hands stroke my pregnant swell, just as your do. Every little touch down there is driving me wild, my toes are curling, thighs quivering. You feel my belly getting tight.

Are you going to make the mother of your baby cum again? Gonna make me squirt while I’m full of your baby? Make my juices gush from my swollen pussy?

Do it, you bastard. Make me cum even as I scream that I think I’m going into labor. Make me cum for you.

Make me birth for you.

You taste it. It erupts from me as I arch my back, clawing at the sheets just like when you put this baby in me. And again. I’m so much more sensitive, I can’t stop orgasming as you nibble and suck on my molten bead. And then… I cry out, in a different tone. Something else comes gushing out of me.

You’re making me birth.

It hurts. I’m in labor. The baby… your baby is about to open my swollen pussy wide and come out. It’s going to hurt so bad. I’m going to scream and cry as I deliver your baby, the baby you fucked into me as I begged you not to. you continue pleasuring me, even as I tell you to get help.

But you don’t want that, do you? You want it just like how you impregnated me. Just Me. And you. Me sobbing and begging and pleading, and you savoring every moment of my ordeal.

You want me to scream your baby out. Throw my head back, open my legs wide, and sob in agony as your baby tortures it’s way out of my body inch by agonizing inch. You want it to hurt, you want to delight in every solitary instant of my helplessness that you’ve forced upon me.

You impregnated me. And now, I’m going to birth for you, and only you. You lock eyes with me, for just a moment, and you see the fear and shame. I’m yours, utterly and totally. And it doesn’t matter if I’m ready to become a mother now or not, because the bed is soaked with amniotic fluid, and the head is pressing painfully against my cervix, starting to force it’s way through.

It’s time.

My breathing goes from ragged shameful arousal to rapid panic as another contraction grips me. Rub the belly you filled with your offspring, enjoy how it feels burning hot, delight in how you can feel it tighten, shrink a little with the effort of trying to deliver your child. Tell me to push. Tell me how beautiful I am like this, and that as soon as this is out you’ll force another into me, as soon as I’m ready. Make me birth for you knowing that I’m just going to be doing this in another nine or ten months, that I can’t escape this fate, that you’ll make me have as many babies for you as my body will let you make, even as I plead for you to stop, even as I’m scared and ashamed by every single one.

I feel your tongue between my legs. Licking away my birthing fluids, keeping my puffy entrance clean for your baby to stretch it wider than it’s ever been. Listen to me panting, see the sweat coating my body as childbirth begins to take its toll, hear my agonized cries as another terrible cramp holds me tight and I helplessly bear down for you. Run your fingers over my gender, feel it throb and twitch as it tries to deliver, all for you, because you wanted it this way, because you made it this way, regardless of my desires.

Keep rubbing my belly, feel how heavy it is, the heaviness I’ve been dealing with for nine months, now getting lower and lower, slipping through my birth canal. You can faintly hear it, with your head so close, as I scream for help, that I can’t stop pushing, that it’s coming. The slick, wet sound of the head forcing me open, of your child gradually emerging from me.

It hurts. It hurts so much, your baby is torturing me, and I have to reward you and it by giving birth to you.

My toes curl as my thighs quiver, and you can see as, bit by bit, the skin around my swollen pussy lips begins to bulge. Cup it, feel my crotch being pressed outwards by your infant. There’s so much pressure. It’s massive, it feels like it’s gonna break me in half. rub your baby’s head before it even crowns, make me whimper as you once more stroke my tender, sensitive lips even though I can feel them straining to contain my unwanted child.

My body is yours, I can’t stop you. Touch me, tease me in whatever way what you want as I scream out your ultimate gift.

You can see it, can’t you? The head. I feel it, it’s parting my lips. My shrieks increase in pitch as my gender splits around the head. I’m crowning, and oh god it burns. My mind spins, this can’t be real, I can’t be trapped, naked and pregnant, in a room with you, giving birth as you sit between my legs, just enjoying the view of my body delivering the human that you created. But it is, and I am.

Your baby is slipping out, and I’m helpless to do anything but let it.

Run your fingers over the head, enjoy how wet it is. Covered in my juices, making delightful slick noises as my tunnel grips the offspring you forced me to gestate far harder than it’s gripped anything before. Watch my femininity ripple and pulse, see my body straining to bring your firstborn into the world. Hear my sobs and cries as the pain overwhelms me, and I once more push with the contraction. My cries echo off the walls as I try to scream your baby out.

My entrance strains more and more as it comes, causing me even more torment, and making the skin under your fingers and tongue strain and thin. Lick me clean, play with my pregnant pussy, stroke my still heaving belly. I can’t do anything but push, and hope it emerges soon. Tease how thin the skin is, at it begins to strain. For how swollen my lips became, it seems they might not have puffed out enough. Rub the skin eagerly, feel it quivering as more of the head makes itself known.

I might tear.

It’s on the very cusp. Watch it turn pale, the blood being forced from it as the skin stretches wider and wider. Lick it, stroke it as it begins to turn deep, angry red, the sign that it’s being pulled too far. You have no idea how much this hurts, how hideous this pressure is, how intense the sensations of giving birth are. I can’t stop. I can’t.

Tell me to push. Tell me you don’t care if I tear, you don’t care if I split myself all the way open, just give birth.

Tell me.

To push.

Please.

I do. I push with everything I have, feeling like I’m going insane. Part of me wants it too, wants to be helpless, wants to feel that sweet agony of my skin breaking for your baby. I’m pushing, I’m trying to break my own skin, I scream partly in terror, partly in mortal agony, and partly with lustful need.

I’m safe. It comes out, the skin holds. The head slips forward in a hot, powerful gush of fluids. Another push, sobbing and gasping, and the first shoulder emerges. Another one and the baby squirts out of me.

You can tell from the scent that was the right term to use.

I came your baby out, even though it was the most painful experience of my life. I can’t fight you. I can’t fight my own body. I’ll always hate it, I’ll always be scared of being a mother, I’ll always not want to be near you, because I know you’ll force me to become a mommy again.

And I’ll never be able to stop you. I’ll orgasm as you impregnate me. I’ll barely be able to keep my hands off the baby belly I never wanted, still don’t want. And I’ll always let you lead me away when you see me wince at a contraction, always let you make me your private show.

I’m yours.

[fakeboymuttt]

imagine making love to your dyke girlfriend. you start making out and it starts to get hot and heavy, so you move to the bed. you get on top of her, and start to kiss down her body, starting with her neck, to her collarbone, to her chest, to playing with her nipples. You intertwine your fingers with her lovingly while you kiss her and tell her you love her. You're straddling her, kneeling and bent over her to suck her nipples, with your pussy exposed to the air when she suddenly grips down on your hands, hard. You've experimented with BDSM to keep things spicy, you think she's just having fun. You look at her and see betrayal. Just as fast as she grabbed you, you feel a presence behind you. Then, something between your legs, a weight on the bed. You feel hands on your hips, from behind. A man's cock is Slammed into your wet pussy. You scream in surprise, shame, pain. It's huge, it feels like it's splitting you open. You can't help but helplessly stare at your girlfriend, now holding you in place while your cunt is roughly violated. She holds your wrists in place while a stanger rapes away your gold star, steadily quickening his pace. Hearing his masculine grunts when he starts to get close makes you feel sick to your stomach. You cry out into your girlfriends chest when you feel his unprotected cock throb and spill rope after rope against your cervix, only minutes after being taken by surprise.

[pinkberry333]

It'd be so humiliating to have my arms tied behind my back and forced to ride my rapists fat cock.

Having that massive pulsing cock forced in and out of my tiny cunt while I'm squealing and whimpering. Making me bounce my tight pussy on that throbbing dick and mocking me when I start to get wet.

My aching clit being ignored while my drippy cunt is used as a fleshlight over and over. Grab my hips and fuck me til I'm crying and squirting. My slutty virgin cunt getting ruined by a giant daddy cock, using me as a toy to masturbate while ignoring my pleasure.

Getting a giant load raped into me while my fucked out cunny clenches and milks every last drop into me, making sure I'm nice and bred for this horrible rapist.

[triple-strike]

Plant fucking, with extra nut :)

He was just taking a small trip through the local backwoods, the summer sun hidden behind the trees that towered over him. The path he was on currently wasn't his usual one, but he liked to switch it up sometimes. He catches a glimpse of something shuffling a dense patch of bushes to his right. He froze, looking at the bushes.

Taking the opportunity, multiple green vines whipped out from the shrubs, grabbing and quickly dragging him into the dense patch of plant life.

He cursed out, lashing and struggling as he was pulled, but it didn't do much good. leaves and small branches scraped against him, until he was in a small clearing of sorts. The tiny clearing was barely big enough to fit his body. it was completely covered with twisting branches and dense leaves. No escape seemed obvious at the moment.

The vines coiled around his abdomen, forcing his arms to be locked to his sides. He kicked his legs, but more vines showed themselves, and secured his ankles. A unique vine made its way in front of his face. It had a large flower bulb at its tip.

He gasped as the bulb suddenly opened, puffing a thick cloud of pollen directly in his face. His head felt fuzzy as the pollen was inevitably inhaled. His body relaxed; Eyes drooping, jaw unclenching, groin area warming, slit becoming aroused, his resistance fading.

Once the cloud cleared, he was met with a magnificently exotic flower. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, it was so beautiful… so pretty… so… mesmerizing… how was it doing that…?

The petals of the flower never stayed one color. Warm colors mixing and melding with cool ones.

A show of twisting colors consumed his entire vision.

His mind's only focus was the flower. He didn't feel his pants and boxers being pulled down. He didn't feel the soft moss beneath his ass and already dripping cunt. He didn't feel the vines slithering up his legs, pulling them apart.

He did feel a vine prod at his slit though. And he welcomed it.

Slipping inside, he moaned out. This vine much thicker than its siblings. It thrusted in and out of him, his parted lips beginning to drool as his mind and slit were flooded with stimulation.

It fucked him relentlessly, pushing a little further in with every thrust. He felt the bulge of a knot at the base of the vine's shaft. He groaned out once it began to rub itself against his cervix.

His eyes fluttered as It pushed itself past his cervix, it's knot swelling, plugging him up. He came, slurred groans and moans came from his lips as the vine deposited a thick mix of small seeds and cum deep into him. The seed-cum mixture filled his womb, a slight tummy bulge forming. He didn't look pregnant, but the added weight made him feel pregnant.

A lazy smile formed on his drooling lips, as he basked in his orgasmic afterglow. The vine which pumped him full had stopped, but kept itself snugly knotted to him, as he stared and stared at the dancing colors. His mind was nothing more than a blank slate for anything waiting to be implanted.

He couldn't wait to lay his young, to spread these wonderful vines to as many people as possible.

[lighttaps]

I want someone I trust to drug me. Lay my unconscious body on their bed, take my clothes off, and steal my panties. Spread my pussy open and lick until my cunt gets dripping wet. Slide their bare cock inside me and slowly rape my sleeping body. Making me moan softly. Edging inside me as they say disgusting things. Fucking my wet pussy gently. Forcing my legs up so they can get all the way inside me. Pushing their cock deep and holding it there as they fill my cunt with their cum. Grunting and swearing as I take it all. Taking a picture of my used, dripping hole covered in their load. Redressing me. Convince me we drank ourselves to sleep and taking me home. Invite me over the next week and drug me again. Use me over and over. A year later you move away, and you send me dozens of pictures of my pussy leaking your cum.

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