[ovi-positive]

When I'm pushing out eggs I like to hold my vibrator to my clit and inevitably I'll cum before pushing out the last egg (almost always my biggest egg) and my orgasm will pull the egg in deeper, undoing all my progress

And then I get to decide if I want to push it out while already overstimulated or incubate for a while longer

[shockspectrum]

having sex is the least sexy thing you could possibly do. instead lets go out in the middle of the woods and goof around and start fake yelling for help as a joke only for you to become increasingly uneasy as you realize that if you were in actual danger nobody would hear you scream to come help u. and then i casually mention something innocuous about you that makes your blood run cold because i should have had no way to find out about that. and i dont even do anything to you but you feel like our relationship has permanently changed because now you know that i Know things about you and presumably have been stalking you this whole time. but again i never actually did anything and i've been acting normal so you try to bury your fears and tell yourself you're just being paranoid and act like nothing is wrong and keep hanging out with me but i know you're scared now. everyone knows you're scared now. and we can never go back to the way it was before. and i eventually suggest we go out in the woods again because it was fun last time and so many alarm bells start going off in your head and you don't know why because i'm not even being weird but you just know that if you go back out there something really really bad will happen to you

[ovi-positive]

Decided to incubate my large egg at work today but by about 10am I had to re-position it, which meant quietly pushing it out in the bathroom and re-inserting it

And then I had to go back to my desk and pretend I wasn't extraordinarily horny and trying to not grind on my desk chair

[blight-freak-parade]

Lich’s Horde

———

TW// Dubcon, Accidental Pregnancy, Unwanted/Forced Pregnancy, Stuffing, Multiples, Overdue, Hyperpreg, Difficult/Long Labor, Breech, Stuck Baby, Permapreg, Monsterfucking, Lots of… Magic Stuff

Getting impregnated by monsters in a dungeon delving scenario is always interesting to me… Was also thinking very hard about a what if Lich preg scenario. Kinda did this in a haze, long as hell, but here we are. Also I don’t write stuffing as a fetish (nothing against it, just not my thing), but kinda, ended up doing it by happenstance here? I also am not a huge Permapreg person and it's kinda… Not exactly that? But I wasn't sure what else to tag it. Just. You’ll see. Also it may be kind of long, I don’t know what’s long for people. Should I add a word count??

———

Your party has been slaughtered after clearing level after level, unable to beat the last, and you’re now at your knees, pleading for mercy at the ruler of this monstrous dungeon.

The Lich stares down at you with merciless, curious eyes. Its skeletal form is draped in irons and cloths comparable to those of the greatest royals and knights, barely damaged by your dead friend’s efforts. Its form towers over you, as if it had been an orc, or greater creature in life. In its bones there are colored markings, perhaps vestiges of birthmarks before its undeath. It's lived a long life, seen all types of accursed magics and begging foes. It has no reason to spare you. But it's grown… Bored.

So it does, under one condition. You agree to the deal before it even spells it of course.

And you leave the dungeon alive, but with a cunt sore by the Lich’s bony fingers forcing themselves inside, shoving in magical, heavy liquids and contraptions you couldn’t quite make out; to make it worse, it forced you to swallow its magic as well, so you also feel your throat dry after having had bone forcing both trinkets and potions down it. Womb and stomach stuffed, your tummy shows a small inflated curve, as your innards pulse and groan in protest. Running your hands through your belly, your own aching flesh and the loud gurgling, sickly liquid within keeping you so bloated, you cannot feel any of the strange items resting within you. Ultimately, it looks like you have a strange stomache… Maybe you had at it with some wizard’s potions.

You put on your thickest cloak, and try to forget about it. Condolences come from others of your friends and fellow adventurers, but you refuse to tell anyone the truth. What would your fellow adventurers think of you, sacrificing your honor to let an evil like a Lich play guinea pig with you?… You don’t even dare see a healer. To get your mind off things, you have a fling, or two, or three, you stop counting. Eventually, your tummy seems to digest whatever it shoved inside you, and whatever was shoved in your womb… Gone. Things go back to normal.

At least… They should have. But how could you have known that after all those desperate, careless nights, your womb wasn’t truly empty?

———

Eleven months later, when you are sprawled over a bed of furs in your home, screaming out the first of your overdue, overgrown triplets, you think of that Lich again.

When you’d started to round up, first you had denied it. When it was undeniably with child, you were almost… Relieved. For a moment, you thought maybe that monster had impregnated you with its young. The news of triplets terrified you, but it’d had to have been one of your many flings. You hadn’t been particularly picky about species after all, or even being cautious. You moved back to your home, isolated in a small village, to grow and birth these children… Relax, perhaps become a parent, perhaps not. When your due date came and went, you assumed maybe it was because you got impregnated by one of your non-human lovers. Maybe that tall, hulking elf, or even that dragon-touched sorcerer… That had to be it.

You spend the last months of your pregnancy growing too fast, and too quiet. Yet, you don’t hunger as much as you used to, and your mind is elsewhere, as if you were in a haze. Even when your waters break and splatter on the ground, your mind can’t make the connection it desperately needs to, and you only snap to reality hours later… When you’re already stuck on your bed, your body demanding you to push.

You do just that, but it's agonizingly slow. The babes within you have just grown too big, weren’t you supposed to go to the town healer months ago?… The thought quickly fades as the pain overrides every sense. Your pelvis creaks under the pressure of the head, and the other two kick and flail, eager to escape the confines of your womb. As with a hard push, the firstborn head barrels into the birth canal, you hear a sickly crack and feel your pelvis give, but the burst of pain doesn’t come, instead, bright, arcane veins enveloping your womb’s overstretched skin in an ominous glow.

Your pelvis feels… Like it should, in exception of all the pressure barreling down it, hadn’t- hadn’t it broken? You can’t stop to wonder what the hell is going on, for your body demands you birth your baby right there and now. Hours later, as you feel your eyes growing heavier, and your uterus weaker, the babe is stuck behind your lips, your perineum bulging forwards but not opening as your body grows weaker… Your pregnant swell is overridden by glowing veins again, that wake you and your aching muscles in a magic-fed frenzy. Suddenly, it's as if this were your first contractions all over again, powerful and unrelenting.

You scream. You’ve been screaming, whimpering, sobbing. But you scream even louder as the veins don’t fade, glowing bright every time your body threatens to give up or even work against you. As the crown bursts forward in a torrent of fluids, your lips growing pale by the blood loss, that arcane glow paralyzes something within you, making you unable to push at all. Contraction after contraction wreck you, and the demand of your body to push this thing out doesn’t fade, making you howl desperately, begging this strange magic to let you push. But it won’t. Not yet.

You have no midwife… But just like one, this magic seems just as interested in letting you stretch, so that you won’t tear. You scream curses, to the gods, to the Lich, to everything, but before you know it, you are allowed to push again, and the babe’s head bursts out, making your lips stretch to their maximum capacity in a matter of seconds as the whole head passes through, and burn unlike anything before. You find some respite in your lips closing around the neck, in something much smaller, but the shoulders, wide and heavy, push against your opening much wider than the head.

It takes a few hours of more agony and those odd glowing veins around your pregnant swell empowering you to force the shoulders and even the fat body out, but soon, your first is finally born.

Your second came breech. You couldn’t even realize on your own, but you did, hours, days later, it was pushed out of your cunt. With its size, it should have gotten stuck in your hips, and stayed there. But the strange cycle didn’t allow it.

When birthing your young should have been impossible, the veins sprawled all over your pregnant globe made it so.

The third was somehow the biggest of the three. The moment you felt its head against your abused cervix, you knew deep within you no human should have ever birthed something that big. But you did, your pelvis and delicate lips somehow remaining intact.

Its been days, but its over. You barely notice when the afterbirth is pushed out of your own cunt. The veins all across your puffy, aching, empty swell glow dimly, probably keeping you awake.

But its been days. You heard no cries, and you haven’t even been able to move, to think about moving the born siblings to their bassinets. Are your triplets ok? You try to look, finally look, but… They all look strangely human. Tall and hulking, of heavy build, clearly their sire was a giant or orc of some kind, but strangely human. Though they had some strange birthmarks…

Your eyes fly open. The image of the Lich, and its hulking figure, the own marks on its bones, where birthmarks must have once been, come to your mind. And then, the triplets disappear in a flash of magic.

The months after are rough for you. They are… Lonely. Strange. You can’t explain it.

Somehow, that Lich had impregnated you… But it's over now at least.

Yet again, you’re wrong.

———

You make a mistake. Another fling. A fat, heavy singleton. You go overdue, finally giving birth around the same length, eleven months, looking like you’re carrying overgrown twins instead. Turns out you are, as the cycle of your first birth repeats anew, the glowing veins spreading around your pregnant swell, forcing you to push out the Lich’s offspring onto the world. Again… They disappear.

The third time, the cycle is the same. Eleven months, You don’t even remember the possible sire. Though this time, you don’t go overdue not by eleven, but over a year, nearing fourteen months, ending up looking like you could be carrying triplets again. As a cruel joke, you realize its but a true, singular babe within you. You take hours, days, over a week to force the gigantic baby out of your body, and although the familiar veins refuse you any harm, when it's all over, the exhaustion is so severe you can’t even stand the days after…

Finally one of your neighbors, who’s noticed your odd behavior, approaches you. He is kind, you explain you’re cursed, though nothing else. He doesn’t ask many questions, understanding this is… Sensitive. He… Helps you. For the first time in probably years, you’re not alone. Months later, he is fucking away your sorrows in your bed, groaning as his seeds floods where the Lich once dug its fingers. It was impulsive, foolish. You should have known better. The instant you notice your belly begins to round, you run. You’re not able to face him.

Eleven months later, you birth in the wilds, screaming into the night. This time, its two twins that somehow, are both malpositioned. But the cycle reigns supreme. You push them onto the world.

And they disappear, surely, to be with their true sire.

———

At least, while traveling… You grabbed a book or two. You still refuse to tell anyone of what happened to you all the way back in that dungeon. But you know that this is the Lich’s doing. No books give you the answers you seek, but your studies on their strange magics and undeath ultimately give you understanding.

You think of the Lich’s spells, of the hordes of zombies and skeletons it’d summon. Being an undead creature of bone, of course, it can’t… It can’t breed like other monsters can. But it found a workaround, cursing you to birth a horde of its offspring. Living offspring at that, as if it had bred while it was still living. But… You are a mere little human. The Lich was a giant, orc- you don’t know, but a bigger creature of some kind. The offspring you were filled with, heavy, born usually at eleven months, reflected just that. Considering that, forcing you to birth a horde would have broken you. So instead, it's hijacked every one of your pregnancies, no matter what impregnates you, until you fulfill your part of the deal. You should have listened to its conditions, but you were just so desperate to live…

Which you will. You didn’t miss in those books Liches often made the targets of their games immortal as well. So you’d live, just like you’d begged for all the way back then. Whatever magic it used on you, it wouldn’t let you die while birthing its young, and it certainly wouldn’t before you’d make good on what you owed it.

A horde could be as little as twenty creatures, to fifty, to hundreds… What if you were doomed, cursed, to birth broods upon broods of the Lich for eternity? At first, you hadn’t noticed it, but after a couple births, you’d come to notice the Lich’s gaze every time you birthed. You were keeping it entertained…

And it had an eternity to wait. An eternity that thanks to your desperation, you were now part of as its perpetually bred, just awaiting to impregnated, cursed womb.

———

After thinking about it for some time… You make your way back to that dungeon.

With this curse, there is no place among adventurers, or commoners anymore… And even though there is no creature you fear more than the Lich, and allowing it to watch you bloat with its young and worse, birth before it… Well, it wouldn’t let you die in that dungeon. And even if the Lich couldn’t breed you itself, the monsters there were always desperate for a new victim to plunge themselves into.

If the next few years of your life meant you’d be constantly birthing the Lich’s horde… So be it. But at least, you’d be free, and alive, sooner than later.

[ovi-positive]

So far, since 10:30 this morning, I've smoked 2 joints and ate 10mg of edibles and I'm debating if I want more edibles or another joint....

[blight-freak-parade]

When your Naga lover laid but a single egg in you, instead of the typical clutches of tens… You found it odd.

Well. You weren’t a lover, in truth, you were nothing but a test subject to them. They just happened to prefer to stuff you with their own ovipositor and eggs for their studies. Thinking of them a lover just made things… Easier.

To make it stranger, it was a big, heavy egg, which they shoved through your cervix in punishing fashion. But like usual, they gave you little explanations of what they wanted to test on you this time. So you resigned yourself to incubating this big, singular egg.

Over the following couple months, when it rapidly grew so big you looked full term, clearly ready to be laid… It wasn’t enough.

They refused to induce you, no matter how hard you begged.

When your heavy, overdue body, finally started to tighten with contractions… It wasn’t enough.

They forced you swallow a strange pill that stopped any contractions. This became your routine, for weeks, the egg within growing even faster, making your skin litter with even more stretch and flush a grotesque red; quickly make you appear like you’d been bred with multiples. Maybe… The monstruos doctor was putting something in your food. You didn’t know. But you quickly realized they wanted the horrific weight to hatch inside you.

Yet, when it finally did, your heavy, abused tummy distending as it moved from within in bursts, amniotic fluid sloshing and coiling tails and limbs battling within… It wasn’t enough.

That’s when you learned that in very rare cases, an egg could carry multiples. And you’d be one lucky, miraculous clutch, as three Naga snakelets now squirmed for space within your womb. But… In these very rare cases, those multiples were often small for their species.

And that just wouldn’t do. The Naga scientist would only allow their offspring to be birthed when it was properly grown, strong and healthy.

You cried, seeing one of their hands hold on to the bottle of labor supressants, feeling the other move over your abused, overgrown womb, already overtaxed for months now. And it’d be by many more, until it was satisfied. No matter how much you plead and cried that they were growing too big, that you’d never be able to push them out.

But you would. Your body belonged to the Naga, and every single one of their whims.

They’d had stopped you and your aching, punished body from expelling the gargantuan egg, and they were doing the same for those three snakelets, making your body hold them still. So when they finally deemed their brood ready to be born, they’d make sure you push those babes out onto the world, no matter how scared or unprepared you’d be.

And you would.

There is no other way this can end. And as much as you are dreading forcing three, monstrous bodies through your hips… Deep down, you know there is no other way this can end for you.

Even worse, that this will not be the last time.

[intoxicating-goddess]

TW - intox, somno, cnc, forced breeding

We're talking on a video call like we usually do in the evenings. I'm smoking a bowl to help wind down for the night. When I finish, you suggest I might want to do another. I've been really stressed out lately, it'd be helpful to have a little more, you tell me. I have been stressed lately, why not? I fill another bowl half way, but you convince me to make it another full one. After I'm done the second bowl, you can see how faded I am. I tell you that the weed is hitting me really hard and I think I'm gonna go lie down. You wish me well and say goodnight. I stumble through the house in a stoned haze, eventually making it into bed. I drowsily strip myself of my clothes before rolling over and falling asleep. I'm too deep in slumber to hear the door unlock. I gave you a spare key for emergencies, after all. You creep into my bedroom and see my naked body sprawled across the bed. You quietly take off your clothes and climb on top of me. Kissing your way down my back while running your hands all over my limp body. Feeling up my ass and tits and then finally, my pussy. I let out soft moans in my sleep. As you rub my clit and fondle my ass, I start to become wet. You then line yourself up with my slick entrance and ram your entire cock inside me. I wake with a scream, a concoction of panic and pleasure. As you begin violently thrusting, I try to get my bearings. My head is so dizzy and my body is so heavy. I let out a feeble scream as I try to resist, but it's no use. My body is far to weak and I can't put up a fight. I am pinned in place by the weight of your body on top of me. I have no idea who is inside me, but I can't seem to focus on anything but how good it feels. You lean down on top of me and begin grabbing at my breast. You pinch my nipple and I can't help but let out a moan. You chuckle softly between grunts, you know a filthy whore like me likes being used. Your thrusts are so hard and deep that it doesn't take long for me to cum on your cock. You continue to fuck me for what feels like hours. I am so out of it that I have no concept of time. I eventually let myself drown in the pleasure. It doesn't matter who is fucking me, the only thing that matters is how good it feels. After you've lost track of how many times you've made me to cum, you feel yourself get close. Your thrusts become faster and faster. You pull my hips hard against you, forcing your cock as deep into my pussy as possible. With a loud grunt, you let your load out inside me. You pull out and let my hips go, causing me to slump onto the bed. You watch as your seed seeps out of my throughly used pussy. You then put your clothes back on and leave, locking the door behind you. I lay in the wet patch knowing I should feel mortified, but instead I feel euphoric. Having my rapists seed pouring from my violated pussy turns me on all the more. It's not long before the exhaustion and intoxication lull me back into a deep sleep. I sleep well knowing my only purpose is to be a good cocksleeve. It doesn't matter if I'm conscious or not.

[alwaysandonlyahole]

I am obsessed with we phrase "rape a baby into you."

The idea of holding me down and forcing yourself into me, filling me up with load after load of cum and pining me so that I hold it all in. Let it fill up the deepest part of me. You reaching in where even I cannot.

Part of you taking root in me, changing me at a cellular level. My body becoming something accommodate you, to serve this part of you you left in me. Still inside, even after you pull out, whether you keep me to use again or move on without another thought. You are still raping me, every moment of every day as my body swells to accommodate you, you are deep inside me. I can't hide it, everyone can see what you are doing to me.

The clothes I wear, the food I eat, how I spend my time and what I think about are all raped by you.

You have raped every part of me, destroyed what was inside me and turned it into a vessel for you.

[joy-crimes]

i think i might be a weird pervert

[ovi-positive]

I've been incubating my biggest egg for about 12 hours now, through the whole work day.

There's something so hot about doing something kinky in public with no one knowing❤

[think-i-have-a-kink]

One of my old fantasies is set in some post-apocalyptic wasteland where human population has dropped suddenly. Maybe I never really planned to have kids before, but suddenly I find myself without a choice as humanity faces extinction. Submitting to my purpose, to breed, my partner begins fucking me bare daily until eventually my periods stop. I'll be kept constantly pregnant from now on, with the future of humanity kicking in my belly.

[rapebaitgf]

genuinely i do need to be raped in a seedy motel where the neighbors and the staff just look the other way when they hear me crying through the walls

[mfstarboi]

actually my kinks boil down to “i want someone to desire me so strongly and urgently that they just can’t control themself around me”

[wannabemumma]

I need to be irresponsibly pregnant

[boyprxgg]

helping your alien partner through their heat. gently guiding them on where to touch you, how to make you feel good. coaxing them to lay down so you can bounce on their throbbing ovipositor. watching them snap as they slam their hips into you, fucking you like your nothing but a hole for them.

feeling their eggs slide into your womb, how they hid eggs the size of pool balls inside them you have no clue, but they deposit 3 the first time. and you can feel it, a small bulge in your stomach where they sit. then they come to you tomorrow, begging for another round. there's still more, they whine.

so you go again, you want to be a good human partner. it seems they're starting to get the hang of it, fucking you into the mattress. more eggs, more than last time. in the mirror you just look bloated. more food baby, less 7 eggs inside you.

they fuck you every day that week, and on the last day they dont even let you leave the bed. your belly is huge. full term pregnancy size. somehow they still find room to stuff a few more eggs inside. you've lost track of how many they've laid in you. 20? 30? either way you can't keep your hands off your belly, and your partner assures you you're only gonna get bigger

[furflator]

Imagining getting fucked by an ovipositor and having thousands of tiny marble sized eggs pumped into me. My belly already gets decently bloated after having them swirling inside me, yet after an hour the eggs start getting bigger and rounder. Just like orbeez, they begin to swell up bigger inside of me, causing my enormous belly to get even bigger as well.

After a few hours, my poor belly is strained and taut as I look like I’m 9 months pregnant. Stretch marks redden and scar across my belly as I feel the eggs slowly but surely begin to slip out of me. I still feel some of them continue to swell up inside my belly, assuring me that this will take longer than I thought.

mmmmhhh.

it was probably a mistake assuming you were done growing after the ovipositor slid out. What you should've done was go home, put on sweatpants, and nurse the cravings.

Instead, you put on a pair of jeans and went to see some friends. Now you have a button cutting into your belly, a dark spot between your legs, and way, way too many questions. If you could focus on them - and not the relentless shifting of swelling eggs, or the screaming needs for your body to feed them - you might have been able to get some help. Perhaps some belly rubs, or an ice cream runner. But you're doubled up on the floor, already hopelessly plugged up by a halfway-laid egg. You can't pry your waistband apart enough to even undo the button. And the stretch marks on your gut are only growing angrier.

What the hell were you thinking?

[naught-skull]

fantasizing about the start and stop feeling of pushing a clutch of eggs out. the first one hurts, but after a few pushes it's out, and it's manageable. you get a few moments of relief, then you have to push again. the pain flares, and it hurts worse because of the time that it was gone, but it's still not too bad. you keep pushing, and you thought they'd get easier, but they don't. each one leaves you more exhausted. by the fifth you're moaning for it to stop for good, but you can feel another dropping down, stretching you out around it. it burns and you push and even when you get it out, that doesn't mean it's over. you have to push again. your massive belly hangs heavy with the weight of all the eggs you have left to get out. you don't know if you can. you push another out, groaning as it drops out of you. by ten you're sobbing, begging. you can't do this anymore. there are too many. you're so tired. another starts to stretch your sore hole and you push, but it's not hard enough and it slips back in. you want it out. someone please take it out. it's a struggle before it finally drops down with the others. but then there's another one. there's another one. there's another one. please just let this end.