Ovi and Ovi and Ovi Again

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[oviandoviagain]

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Hello, you can call me Mist. I'm asexual, but this blog is mostly a place for me to explore my very specific kinks.

These kinks are (mostly):

Oviposition

pregnancy

mpreg

stuffing

Weight gain

transformation

humiliation

dubcon / potential noncon?

(I really enjoy conflicting feelings of self-loathing and ecstasy, if that makes sense? Feel free to send asks related to these kinks)

What you won't see (and please don't ask):

scat

swallowing cum (I'm generally not into oral)

vomiting

violent harm (like cutting and such)

watersports

bursting

death (outside of like, ghosts)

I'm sure I'll be adding themes I don't like to this the more I explore, so please explore with me gently.

Thank you for making it through this word salad. If you've read this all, care to send me an egg to my dms? Thanks.

[princesspreg]

i think about fairy preg a lot actually. tiny fairies swollen with slime eggs, which would make a fairly small bump on a human but on a fairy its unbelievably massive. and of course slimes are known for never fully leaving once someone has been impregnated by them the first time, so the poor fairies who fall victim to them spend the rest of their days swelling up with slime eggs before having to birth them, and then the cycle repeats.

or what about a tentacle monster, some smaller species of which are specialised to breed using fairies instead of humans, stretching out their tight fairy holes and holding them in place as they get fucked full of eggs until they're swollen so massive they can barely fly. its difficult for a fairy to escape, even after the tentacle monster has had its fill, just because of how heavy their bellies become. no matter how many times the fairies warn each other about how hard it would be to escape, there are still fairies who fly a little closer than they need to over known areas with tentacle dens. but they won't be alone, there's plenty of other fairies there who met the same fate, all in varying stages of pregnancy. the cries of labouring fairies both a warning and an invitation for anyone else who may be flying nearby

[bigb3llybaby-deactivated2025083]

the hottest thing about getting pregnant is the thought that your body will helplessly grow no matter what and you can’t stop it~

even better is having a partner that is so enamoured by how big you’re getting that they completely obsess over you. Constantly grabbing your big tight belly and telling you how much more you have to grow~

ughhh

[weird-trans-dude-deactivated202]

Imagine waking up 9 months pregnant. How all the extra weight would feel, a wonderful pressure in your belly. Having trouble just sitting up in bed, struggling to find clothes that will fit, and then before you can even think- your water just breaks.

[oviandoviagain]

Never apologize for taking care of yourself. No one will blame you for taking a break.

and if they do I’ll eat them (´• ω •`) ♡

Hey now be careful, some of them might be into that

♡

[oviandoviagain]

I rise from the dead (aka a long, drawn-out depressive episode) to apologize for my absence. Things start happening, and they don't stop happening, ya feel?

I really do want to continue the choose to be bred story, but I may need a bit of time to warm up again. So I guess hopefully you'll get a few new stories out of me soon

[wolfertinger666]

cow boy 🐮🏳️‍⚧️

(he/him)

[oviandoviagain]

No horny posting today just this picture from Omegamart that made me think of @drchucktingle and how love is real and how life loves creating life

[oviandoviagain]

turn on/turn off: stuffing plus the conflict of self-loathing/ecstasy- resentment at your own appetite, your inability to control it, even though you were already comfortably full before being given the chance to go even further, but those things plus the growing weight and tightness just feel so, s o good that stopping seems unthinkable

Ooohh yes, I really like this one. Definitely a turn on - I love the helplessness of the situation, and one sided embarrassment/ humiliation. The risk of someone commenting something nasty is do high too, to add to the shame...

Sitting at the dinner table, everyone else has already moved on to dessert or coffee while you're still working on your third helping of the main course because it was just so good, you can feel your pants digging in to your belly but you can't even unbutton because you're in front of company. The woman across from you meets your gaze and laughs.

"Seems we'll have to eat here again, won't we?" She says as she playfully pokes at your plate with her fork. She licks her lips, gaze moving greedily downwards towards your taught midriff.

Her friend next to you seems to catch on, creating a dessert plate for you with two of every offering so you won't "miss out". You weakly attempt to refuse, saying you're near your limit as it is - but you all know that's a lie, and that you're going to enjoy every bite.

...yes, I like it a lot.

[oviandoviagain]

Choose your own breeding adventure

> There's a Naga at the lake, and I want to be held tight.

You carefully made your way down to the shore of the lake, pausing several times to avoid some of the dumber monsters that roamed the forest. After the complete darkness of the forest, the light of the full moon made you squint as you made it to the shore. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to clear them and after a minute of seeing stars, it seemed to work.

The lake spread out before you, so vast you could barely see the shore at the other side. A steep cliff stood nearby on your left, while a small river fed into the lake to your right, the gentle sounds of running water almost enough to calm your racing heart. Almost.

Scattered riverstones formed a path leading away from the river, growing more dense as they curved around the lake towards a narrow opening in the cliff face. Towards your target.

You swallowed thickly. No time for nerves, you didn't have all night if you wanted to get properly railed. Besides, this was what you wanted, right?

You nearly lost your footing a few times on the smooth stones, but it didn't take long for you to reach the cave. You stopped in the entrance, racking your brain on how to approach the beast - if he was even home right now - damn, what if he was roaming the forest looking for a mate and you'd missed him? What if -

"Hm? And what, pray tell, is a delicate creature like you doing at my doorstep?"

A rasping, slithering sound accompanied the deep voice, and before you could answer, the human-like upper body of the Naga appeared. His chiseled chest took up all of your vision, forcing you to crane your neck for a glimpse at his sharp face. His piercing green eyes met your gaze. His pupils narrowed as they adjusted to the light, giving him an even more ethereal feeling.

Oh no, he was hot!

Er, hotter than you had expected!

And he'd asked you a question! Quick, how do you answer?!

Direct - "Well, I thought it was obvious, since it's mating season."

Coyly - "I stayed too long in the market and got lost in the woods!"

Dumbly - Man pretty, brain no think, words no come (but hopefully you do)

Voting ended onApr 4, 2024

[askboxmemes]

The Turn On/Turn Off Game

Ask me anything and I’ll tell you if it’s a turn on or turn off

[oviandoviagain]

CYOA smut sounds like a rlly fun concept! Are there any u know of u’d recommend?

I can say it's been pretty fun to write so far!

I unfortunately don't have any to recommend - the only one I know of off the top of my head was specifically a story about being captured by orcs, but I can't remember who wrote it. It just appeared on my dash sometimes, and I'd occasionally read it as it progressed. It just hit me at the wrong time when I wasn't feeling that specific genre, so I lost track of it. I'm sure there's others out there, but I don't know them.

The actual inspiration for this series was the fact that I had a ridiculous amount of fun playing a totally safe for work CYOA board game with friends and thought, "Hey, maybe this can help my writer's block!". Kind of silly, but it seems to be working.

[oviandoviagain]

I'm having a lot of fun with the Choose to be Bred event, so I figured I'd put out an official little schedule I'm hoping to hit (I'm trying to hold myself accountable so I don't disappear for ages again lol)

So the next chapters that will be coming out this week are:

Naga

The creature in the dense woods

Possibly the orc :)

Of course, these are just the first chapters of these routes, so I may get more inspired as we go on.

[oviandoviagain]

Choose your own breeding adventure

To help get me out of my current writing slump, I decided to make something a little fun. Below, you'll find the start of your story and then vote on the choice you want to make. The winning choice will be written first, but eventually, all routes will be filled in (hopefully). I'll reblog this post to add links to the next story beat, and I'll do the same for each choice. Potential triggers and kinks for each choice will be in the tags so you can know what you'll get into. So take the plunge and see just where we may go...

You shouldn't be out alone so late at night. Especially during so many monsters mating season. Anyone who chooses to go through the woods this time of year takes their lives into their own hands. Of course, you and anyone else with a uterus knew that you were playing with more than your life. And yet, here you are. Did you do this on purpose? No, of course not. Who would want to risk being bred by the terrifying beasts that call these woods home? Surely no one would want to risk being impaled on a giant werewolf dick, or forced to take a plant creature's seed, would they? A nice person such as yourself must be horrified at the very thought. So in that case -

Why are you here?

I went too long at tbe market and are trying to go home. I'm innocent!

No, I really am here to mate. I know exactly what I'm doing!

Voting ended onMar 10, 2024

[oviandoviagain]

CHOOSE TO BE BRED

> Went too long at the market:

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

> I know what I'm doing:

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

[oviandoviagain]

Choose your own breeding adventure

> No, I really am here to mate. I know exaxtly what I'm doing!

Not only did you know what you were doing, but you had been planning it for months. You had purposefully dallied at the market until there was no chance of reaching home before sunset. You had specifically worn clothes you weren't attached to so they could be torn off without a shred of regret. And, most importantly, you'd left yourself markers to lead you to the supernatural creature of your horny dreams.

The only thing you hadn't done yet was choose which of those creatures you actually wanted to try your luck with. You'd always struggled with decisions, and if all went well, this was going to change your life forever.

Best choose wisely then, hm?

There's merfolk in the water, and I feel like a swim.

A Naga lives by the lake, and I want to be held tight.

I don't want to risk actually having kids - I want to play with a plant.

Why is this even a question? There's an orc village right there!

Voting ended onMar 13, 2024

[oviandoviagain]

Choose your own breeding adventure

> I went too late at the market and am trying to get home. I'm innocent!

You really never intended to be out this late. You had gotten caught up gossiping with the nice old ladies at the market, and now you were not only out after dark, but you had to acknowledge a truth you'd been desperately avoiding- your sense of direction was absolute rubbish.

You'd lost the path almost immediately - though in your defense, it was rather poorly marked and hard to follow when well lit, so in the dark, it may as well not exist at all. Still, having made this trek so many times during the day should have given you some kind of muscle memory, at least, right? You certainly hoped so, as the scenery looked almost identical in every direction.

Your steps slowed as you wracked your brain for anything useful. A few anecdotes about the woods came to mind, but before you could decipher whether they were useful or would lead you into even more danger, a desperate howl rent the air and sent you running -

But running where?

Towards the nearby mountain - I can hide in the cave system until daybreak!

Into a dense grove of trees - they'd have a hard time maneuvering here, right?

Forward, in a blind panic! Who has time to think now?!

Voting ended onMar 13, 2024

[obsessive-ego]

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