rescuing a poor puppyboy who wasn’t taught anything when he was in the shelter. he’s so grateful to finally have a loving owner that he happily accepts anything you do to him, especially since it feels so good when you fill him!! he learns that breeding means hours of pleasure and serving his owner, so he starts getting excited and begging for breeding just like he begs for walks <3 soon his belly gets bigger and bigger and when he asks you why you tell him it’s because he’s healthier and happier now! all the treats and love are making him so big and pretty! but you know exactly what’s happening when you feel his growing belly and feel pups kicking inside <3 you help milk him as he gets bigger, telling him that it’s completely normal for puppy bodies to leak when they get big enough. he starts begging for milking too, even when he’s empty, because it just feels so good for his owner to massage his boytits!! and one day, when he comes to you crying pretty and looking up at you with his big sad eyes, telling you that his tummy hurts really bad, you’re not going to tell him what’s happening to him <33
A dumb little pet who has no idea why their belly has been swelling over the last months or why their chest ist so sore.
They're so confused, they haven't been eating more, actually even less with all the nausea they've been experiencing. Their belly isn't soft either, it's firm, the skin over it already stretched so tight stretchmarks are showing at the underside. Their lower back and hips are hurting all the time now with how heavy their middle became.
But their owner has told them it's alright. Nothing's wrong, it'll go away soon. He's telling them right now, as they're laying in bed, wincing because their chest is feeling unbearably full, they've been leaking all day, trying to hide it from him in embarrassment.
He's kneading their aching chest, making his pet whine and whimper, putting pressure on their sensitive nipples until streams of transparent white fluid are running all over their ripe body and the pressure dissipates a bit.
The poor little pet places their owner's hands on their taut belly next, begging him to make it better too, maybe if he rubs it enough it'll go down too. But he just laughs, calling them dumb and cute while he digs his fingers into the sore muscles, showing them that all that happens is it stirring up that weird fluttering feeling as if something's growing inside them.
weird q but does anyone have blogs they’d rec that post about bodymod esp castration/nullo but like done on a sub that’s too “innocent” or stupid or whatever to understand it 😭 this is so specific and tumblr search is unusable now
god i just wanna be a pregnant little puppy pet. Curled up under my owners desk while they knead the ball of their foot into the enormous swell of my tummy,,, a huge litter of puppies squirming and kicking inside my overstretched womb hhhhhh
everyone’s into puppy play and object insertion until the first time they bring me a stick they found in their mouth expecting to play fetch and I tell them to turn around and present instead 🙄
I just think I’d look really cute as a clitless, pregnant breeding pet. Nothing between my legs but a smooth hole to fuck and birth your pups. A nice big round belly that drives me wild with pregnancy hormones so all I want to do is ride your cock in a desperate attempt to cum.
You thought you could be fucked like a girl? Oh no, no no... we don't touch that anymore, boy. Take it up the ass like a man- stroke your t-cock and let it feel heavy in your hands while someone uses the only hole you have back there.
deciding your puppy would look so cute with his own litter and giving him one. maybe your bring in another puppy to do it, maybe you just do it yourself. either way his tummy's gonna look sooo cute all swollen as he whines and paws at it in distress 🐾
i think it would be so fun to knock you up and sew up your cunt. take you to your first prenatal visit and the doctor cuts off your clit, and then sews up your cunt so that when you have to give birth, your options are a c-section or to beg for me to fuck you with a scalpel (either way i’m gonna make you hurt)
huffff the idea of being pregnant, clitless, and closed gets me so excited. No release for all that pregnancy hormone horniness, just being a good pup and carrying master’s pups for their entertainment~
I love the idea of asking for a “c-section” expecting to be brought to a hospital but instead my master and a dom doctor tie me down and cut into me while i watch
Anonymous: hiiii currently ive got insect infestation on the mind. id love to be filled with eggs of all kinds of insects and be forced to incubate them until I birth the entire colony. it'd be really hot if I were deathly afraid of bugs too and the distress was mind breaking
Body invasion is always so good <3
I’m putting half of this beneath a readmore since it got longer than I meant it to, heh =w=“
Imagine you get kidnapped by a man who wants a slave he can break. He has a few ideas, but the one he’s really favoring is fear, and he’s already got supplies for a few of the common ones. Snakes, bugs, heights, drowning - he just needs a suitable subject. His current test is releasing a large bug in public, and seeing who screams. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he has no trouble following you to an isolated spot, where he can force you into the back of his car.
He lays you out on a table in his basement. Of course, someone of his type has a table designed to tilt back and forth if need be, so he makes sure your limbs are tightly bound spread-eagle before tilting the table backwards so that your feet are above your head. He inserts a funnel into your exposed cunt, which makes you whine past the gag secured in your mouth.
He picks up one of a stack of small plastic containers nearby, and holds it up to your face so that you can see the label written on it in marker. Eggs. "You know what kind of eggs these are, slut?” he asks you, and you tearfully shake your head. He grins at you. “Neither do I. All I know is that whatever hatches from them is gonna have lots of legs.”
You realize just what he means, and you scream into the gag as he opens the container and tips the eggs into the funnel. Grinning sadistically, your captor gently prods the eggs into your pussy, and you can feel them pressing up against your walls. He picks up the next box to repeat the process, and that’s when you take a good look at the stack of boxes. There are more than you first thought, way more, and you can only assume what he plans to do with them.
You cry and sob into your gag as he repeats the process over and over, stuffing you full of bug eggs. When no more fit into your cunt, he carefully removes the funnel and presses them deeper into you with his fingers. They’re all so small that you can’t feel them individually, but the sensation of them pouring into your womb is horrifying in a brand-new way. When the ones in your pussy have been forced past your cervix, he inserts the funnel again to fill you with another batch.
By the time he’s done with your cunt, your midsection already looks like you’re three months into a pregnancy, the gentle swell disguising something much more disgusting than a baby. To your complete horror, he tugs the funnel out of your pussy gently and slides it right into your ass. “Oh, you thought you were just gonna be the host for those ones?” Your captor shakes his head, grinning, and you try to writhe away from the sensation of eggs pouring into your body again. “No, sweetheart. You gotta be really full if you wanna be a good incubator.”
You don’t want to be a good incubator, of course, but the man gives you no choice as he fills you with enough eggs to make your belly swell even further. Then, he lubes up a pair of large plugs on a harness, and slides them into you to lock them in place. “Now you can’t push any of them out until they’re all ready,” he says, patting your belly proudly. He smiles down at you. “I bet you can’t wait, huh?”
At this point, you’re nearly out of your mind with terror, tears streaking down your cheeks almost nonstop (though you lost the will to scream about halfway through your guts being filled). You’re still hoping it’s all just a bad dream, a nightmare that you can easily wake up from - but no such luck. Every time you open your eyes, you’re still right back where this whole mess started - strapped to the table in this man’s basement. He at least gives you the mercy of rotating the table into a more comfortable position for you, but that’s nothing in the face of what he’s putting you through.
It only takes a few days for the eggs to hatch.
You’re still half-asleep when something in your belly moves, just slightly. Your eyes snap open at the sensation, and you whimper without meaning to. Your kidnapper immediately hurries to your side.
“Did you feel something?” he asks excitedly, rubbing your rounded middle. “Is it time for you to give birth?”
You moan in terror, tears already welling up in your eyes as you shake your head back and forth. You’re not trying to lie to him - you just don’t want this to happen. Anything but this.
Your captor correctly reads your emotions. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he coos, rubbing gentle circles into your swollen belly. Another twitch. Then another. “They’re not gonna hurt you, they’re just gonna scramble around inside of you until all of them have hatched. I’m only gonna let you give birth when they’re all ready to come out. It’s so safe and warm inside the incubator that it only makes sense for me to let them explore you, right?”
You moan again, more desperate this time. The twitching inside is constant now, though it’s invisible from outside. You can just feel the beginnings of leggy bodies finding their way around, and it’s already almost impossible for you to withstand. Your captor watches you with glee, apparently delighting in the way you try to pull free of the restrains, delighting in your muffled pleas for mercy, delighting in the way your belly slowly starts to move. More and more of the eggs are hatching now, and the collective scramble of the insects - your young, your children - is growing obvious.
“I’m gonna tilt you backwards,” your captor says as he fiddles with the table. “That way, they have to crawl out of you on their own, and you have to push. I want you to put in the work to prove that I’m not wasting my time here.” He shoots you a glance when he tilts your head back. “I can punish you with all kinds of things if you disappoint me.”
You’re already breathing quickly, your heart racing in your chest, and you shake your head frantically, unwilling to find out what might constitute a “punishment” from this man. He laughs. “That’s what I thought.” He leans in close. “So you’re just gonna have to be a good incubator for me, huh?”
He reaches for the harness keeping the plugs in, and you’re suddenly even more terrified of seeing the things crawling out of you than you are of feeling them. You shake your head one more time, screaming and moaning into the gag, but your kidnapper ignores you as he slowly, slowly slides the huge plugs out of your holes, freeing the brood inside.
Immediately, you toss your head back and push with all of your might, intent on emptying your body as fast as possible and making sure you don’t disappoint your captor. You cry out with the effort, and sob for breath at the sensation of dozens - hundreds - of chitinous bodies slipping out of you, scrambling over each other in their rush to escape. Some of them crawl across your legs and up your body, and you scream, thrashing your limbs to get them off of you. Unfortunately, you can’t move like that and push at the same time, so you have to howl in agony and terror on your next heave, more bugs squirting out of you and scuttling across your exposed skin.
Time gets blurry. Fear, pain, and the stimulation of your cunt and guts all blend together to scramble your head, and the only thing you can think about is emptying yourself as fast as possible. You don’t care about what your captor wants anymore, you just need these things out, out of you, you can’t stand the feelings, you hate it, hate it more than you’ve hated anything before. You know you’re helpless, and you know there’s no escaping this, so this is the only thing you can do to save yourself. It’s the only act of self-preservation available to you.
Your captor interrupts your desperate bid for salvation by putting a hand over your cunt, blocking the exit for so many of those creatures. “Now, now, no need to rush,” he soothes you. “You’re so pretty when you’re scared like this.” You open your eyes, and even through bleary vision you can see that your captor is jacking himself off. “Your screaming is so pretty.” He climbs onto the table, still holding your pussy closed with one hand, and kneels on your legs, masturbating the whole time. “I just can’t help myself.”
He lets go of you, and you prepare to push again - but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he forces his cock inside, mindless of the bugs he’s crushing against your walls, and immediately starts fucking you like an animal, his cock slamming against your cervix. The bugs still inside of you don’t appreciate the interruption and start moving more desperately, which makes you squirm and whine even more, even though your captor’s cock feels good. You hate that it feels good, but the stimulation of a normal cock feels like heaven when contrasted with the horror of having your body invaded.
It’s all too much for you.
You go limp, eyes rolled back into your head. Your kidnapper can only fuck weak moans out of you, and you don’t even care about the sensation of legs marching across your body. Your captor puts a hand on your middle and presses, squeezing eggs out of your ass and cervix by force, promptly fucking the bugs right back into you. “See, I knew you’d like it eventually,” he purrs. “You want to be an incubator forever, don’t you?”
You nod dumbly, and your captor laughs. You’re broken, and he knows it. “I can do whatever I want to you, hm? And you won’t try to escape.” You nod again. “I thought so. Do you want to try escaping?” To shattered to think about disobeying and incurring his wrath, you shake your head. “Good, that’s a good slut. You’re my slave now, and you love it, don’t you?”
You nod again, and he cums, grunting and growling as his seed jets directly into your womb. That at least quiets down the bugs inside, but you barely even notice. “Mm…that’s my good slut,” he says, pressing on your midsection again. Cum and bugs slide into your cunt, pouring from your cervix sluggishly. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
i have been thinking a lot about micro stuff combined with object insertion and unconventional bondage…
make me small and tie my wrists together with twist ties or restrain me with clear tape. laugh in amusement of how much i start dripping around the pencils and q-tips you use on my tiny cunt
this is an absolutely insane post to make but does anyone know any blogs that would post like lobotomy or brain damage kink lmao, with the caveat that it cannot be graphic gore (and should be focused more on the aftermath and not on the process itself as idgaf abt that) and it cannot include death and espec not be framed as euthanasia? and ideally also not like bimbofication/reprogramming the person into becoming sex obsessed.
not to be a catboy but just thought about being taken to the vet to be spayed? having a first appointment where i'm spread out and get a gloved finger or two up my pussy, and i whine while my owner is asked if i could be pregnant, what kind of sexual activity and risk there's been. getting a treat after for not trying to bite. coming back and i'm scared to go in but my owner convinces me, and this time i get slowly knocked out with them giving my owner instructions on when it'll be safe to penetrate me and a prescription for pain/sleeping meds
Anonymous: I can't stop think about getting captured by an orc and getting dragged back to his camp where i get hung upside down with my legs spread, already scared of what is going to happen but just expecting them to fuck me when I hear them laugh and put down a bucket full of maggots or worms down next to me before they pry my cunt open and just feed one after another into me. Having little maggots wiggle into my cunt and get pushed further in by careless fingers. The overwhelming sensation of writhing bodies first filling my cunt and to my horror slowly begin to crawl into my cervix. Maybe one of them deciding that they should try to fit some in my ass too once my cunt and womb are so full I feel like I'm about to burst, hundreds of worms wiggling inside of me while they only add more and laugh at my panic and disgust.
Oho, now this is really nice~
With your hands tied together, it’s already impossible for you to do much, slung over the shoulder of the orc that found you. It just gets worse when you’re brought back to the orc’s camp, and your ankles are tied spread apart, each rope stretching to a different branch of a sturdy tree. There really is no hope of escape for you.
You’re just expecting them to use you as a fucktoy at worst. When they set down a bucket, however, you get the feeling that something much, much worse is coming - and the nearby laughter only worsens your apprehension. What are they planning to do to you that’s so funny? Orcs aren’t exactly known for being dignified, after all. They probably have very few reservations about the way they treat prisoners, especially pathetic humans like you.
Thick fingers slide into your cunt and hold you open, stretching you out to an uncomfortable degree. What’s more uncomfortable, making you yelp and squirm in surprise, is the sensation of a handful of maggots being tipped into your open pussy, wriggling and squirming against your walls. To your horror, you realize that the bucket they brought must be full of maggots - and, as another handful is carelessly dumped into you, their plan clicks into place.
Another orc comes to hold you still so that you can’t thrash around as more and more maggots slide into your open cunt. When you start to become full, clumsy fingers push them deeper into you. Your revulsion reaches a new high when you feel maggots wriggling right up against your cervix, encouraged to move inside by the pressure from the orcs and from their brethren, and they quickly start making your body into their home, more and more of them crawling directly into your womb. Eventually, your belly slowly swells with the sheer volume of invaders, the skin of your midsection pulling taut across the wombful of maggots being forced into you.
By the time you feel like you’re about to burst, the weight of your midsection pushing the air out of your lungs, they finally, finally stop. The fingers leave your cunt, and your hole is finally allowed to close over the overwhelming sensation of hundreds of squirming forms. You can only moan, your eyes rolled back in your head as you try to distance yourself from your body, grateful at least for the tiny mercy of running out of maggots.
No such luck, however. Your ass is next, pried open with more force, and more maggots are pushed in, faster than in your cunt. Now that the orcs know you can be stuffed so full, they’re going to take absolute advantage of that in any way they can - and if that includes filling your guts with writhing, disgusting creatures, so be it. Your womb has already been defiled, so your intestines are next.
They just leave you there overnight, the cool air only a mild balm for your stretched ass and pussy. The sensation of a million bodies inside of you is so horrible that you can’t even get any sleep despite your exhaustion. You can’t even try to push them out, upside-down and fatigued as you are. Your swollen belly makes the ropes around your ankles tighter, the weight pulling you down, your skin stretched thin.
It’s up to the orcs if they want to have any mercy on you. When they approach you the next morning with smiles and two more buckets, however, you get the feeling that your nightmare has only just begun.
Please please please tell me how you'd force me to get pregnant all I can think about is my tummy growing with a baby I never wanted I feel like I'm in heat
