early 20s, trying to gain, u can call me margot or, um, other stuff 😳
Primarily into: weight gain/feedism pregnancy/breeding/ovipo, inflation (mmmm cum inflation & tit inflation in particular), lactation, public use, titfucking/multiboob, musk/pits/sweat, leather, hyper(esp. tits & balls), light bondage, some vore, transformation, some pretty dubious consent scenarios, piss + gas, skullfucking, intox, grubbing, general transformation, a lot of other weird shit probably
NOT into: ddlg/general dom/sub, mommy/daddy, fatshaming, rapeplay, fauxcest, abdl/ageplay, macro/micro. i dont tolerate homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, ableism, or underage bullshit.
feel free to send me asks, anons always open and my DMs are as well! i love to chat~
I’m the girl on the receiving end of these “self-cleaning” Fleshlight portals. The toy they fuck is perfect for them — tight, ribbed, suctioned, dripping wet. They get to enjoy every single thrust. Me? I get to be their anonymous cum dump.
Most of the time I feel absolutely nothing while they’re using the toy. No pressure, no stretching, no delicious drag of a thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy. My cunt stays frustratingly empty, aching and drooling for attention it never receives. I’ll be cooking, working, or just trying to live my life when it suddenly happens.
The first sign is always the heat — a sudden, powerful rush of scalding-hot cum blasting straight against my cervix. Thick, heavy ropes jetting deep into my womb in strong, rhythmic pulses. I can feel every spurt: the way it hits hard, then floods outward, coating my inner walls in sticky, viscous warmth. The pressure builds so fast that my lower belly swells slightly with the sheer volume. It’s so potent I can almost taste the saltiness at the back of my throat. My pussy instinctively clenches and flutters around nothing, trying desperately to milk a cock that isn’t even there.
Then the overflow begins.
The excess cum pushes back, squeezing past my folds in thick, slow globs. I feel it — warm, creamy, and incredibly slippery — trickling out of my used hole in long, obscene strands. When I’m standing it runs down my inner thighs in messy rivers, leaving shiny wet trails that cool quickly on my skin and turn sticky. Sometimes I hear the soft plip… plip… plip as heavy drops fall onto the floor beneath me. The smell hits next: that raw, musky, masculine scent of fresh semen mixed with my own juices, thick and unmistakable. By the afternoon my entire apartment smells like a brothel and my pussy reeks of it.
Because one portal connects to dozens of Fleshlights, I’m never empty for long.
I get used constantly. I’ll feel one big, drawn-out load pump into me, filling me until I’m bloated and leaking… only for another guy to finish in his toy ten minutes later. Another hot flood surges in, mixing with the previous stranger’s cum, churning it all into a frothy, sloppy mess inside me. Sometimes I get rapid-fire use — three, four, five different men in an hour. Each one adds his own unique load: some thin and watery that mixes easily, others thick and chunky that cling to my walls before slowly sliding out. I feel the combined weight of it all, the way my pussy grows heavier, sloppier, more ruined with every anonymous orgasm.
The constant sensation of being used is humiliating and addictive. My lips stay puffy and swollen all day. My clit throbs angrily, hypersensitive from denial, brushing against nothing while my hole keeps getting pumped full and forced to drip. I’ve stopped wearing panties entirely — they’d be ruined in minutes. Instead I walk around bare under my skirt, feeling the cool air on my wet, messy cunt and the way the mixed cum shifts and squelches inside me with every step.
And then… every once in a while… someone pushes too deep.
Those are the moments I live for and dread at the same time.
Most guys stop right at the portal and only give me their cum. But some get greedy or misjudge the depth. I feel the silicone barrier give way and suddenly there’s real cock — hot, veiny, rock-hard flesh — shoving into my already cum-drenched pussy. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming. I gasp out loud every single time as my walls are forced open around thick girth, the sudden friction making my eyes roll back. I can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein dragging along my sensitive insides, churning all the previous loads into a creamy, frothy lube that squelches loudly with each thrust.
The sound is filthy — wet, sloppy, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick as he fucks me through the portal. I can feel his balls pressing against me when he bottoms out, the way his cock throbs and swells inside my overfilled cunt. My pussy squeezes and flutters desperately around the real intrusion, finally getting the friction and fullness I’ve been denied for hours. The mixed cum gets pushed even deeper, some of it forced out around his shaft in creamy white rings that coat his length and drip messily down my ass.
He rarely lasts long. The sudden tightness and the way my cunt milks him pushes him over the edge fast. I feel him swell, then the powerful pulses as he unloads even more cum directly into me, rope after heavy rope painting my walls while he’s still buried deep. When he finally pulls back through the portal, all that fresh seed plus everything that came before gushes out of me in a warm, obscene wave, running down to my knees in thick sheets. My hole stays gaping for a few seconds, twitching and leaking, before slowly closing around nothing again.
By the end of the day I’m a complete wreck. My pussy is red, swollen, tender. Constantly drooling a cocktail of dozens of strangers’ loads. I can scoop out thick globs with my fingers — warm, salty, slightly bitter — and lick them clean just to taste how thoroughly I’ve been used. My thighs are shiny and sticky. My chair has a permanent wet spot. I smell like pure sex.
And I’m completely addicted to it.
Right now I’m sitting here with my legs spread wide, feeling yet another fresh load slowly pushing its way out of my ruined cunt. It’s warm and thick, dripping steadily onto the seat beneath me. My clit is aching so badly I can barely think straight. 64 loads today according to the app. Sixty-four different men who got to enjoy a perfect toy while I sat here leaking their pleasure like a good little portal slut.
I love being used like this. I crave the sudden floods, the constant dripping, the rare moments when someone actually fucks me through the portal and leaves me shaking and gushing.
Would you buy one? Would you fuck your Fleshlight slow and deep, trying to push all the way through just to feel how sloppy, creamy, and stretched my pussy already is? Would you pound it hard knowing I’m on the other side quietly moaning every time you bottom out?
Tell me exactly how you’d use me. I’m dripping and waiting for the next load…
(Anon asks, fantasies, and filthy details always welcome~)
We all know presentation is key when it comes to things. A bit of flair, and a bit of uniqueness adds some spice to things and keeps it from getting boring. So, while having you drinking piss straight from the source is still really fucking hot, what other ways would make it more fun, filthy, degrading, and unique?
Lapping it from a pet bowl with your name on it
Licking it off the floor because good girls should be responsible and clean up a mess
Drinking it from a water bottle out in public
Same as above, but from a thermos, so it's still nice and warm
Sucking it down through a funnel because you can't be trusted to not spill (and it makes you seem more like a urinal)
Mixed in your food and drink to give you a very clear reminder that you're a piss slut
Slurping it out of an unflushed toilet bowl because it would be sad to let it go to waste in an inanimate toilet instead of your eager toilet mouth
Wringing it out of your own soaked clothes because I decided to piss all over you
Which ones would you enjoy the most? And can you think of any other, more degrading ones?
Imagine being out on errands or a run, and going over to someone's house for a few minutes, asking to use their bathroom, only to relieve yourself somewhere like the floor/table/bed
that would be so hot.
maybe i’m desperate, they tell me where the bathroom is but i somehow get lost and make my way into their bedroom. damn it. i have to go so bad i might go in my pants. a fart bursts desperately out of me and lets out some dribbles with it. i’m not gonna make it, so i push my way into their closet and shut the door, pulling down my pants and spraying my piss everywhere- i cant even control it, it makes a dark puddle on the carpet, sprays on the door, and hits some of the shoes and clothes. it feels so good to make such a mess. i finish peeing and fart loudly, grunting and pushing out big logs onto their floor, moving around so they’re everywhere. i finally finish with another burst of gas and leave the closet- before i exit the bedroom i’m about to pull up my pants, before i realize i’m not quite finished. i bend over and push out one more on their bedroom floor, a small piss puddle with it, and finally exit casually. no wiping necessary.
or intentionally. the person let’s me in and tells me to use any restroom, as if i know. i shrug it off, i hardly understand toilets. i walk into their living room and glance around, before pulling my pants to my ankles and taking a seat on their couch. my piss dribbles out of me easily as i watch what they’ve left on tv, soaking the coach. i fart a few times before my body is ready to poop. it’s disgusting. it comes out of me difficultly, i have to lift my leg up. it’s mushy and almost painful, but feels so good to me. i grunt and whine loudly as i unload on this persons couch, biting my lips before finally giving in and touching myself. i’ve finished pooping, but i hardly noticed as i bring myself to an overwhelming orgasm on this strangers couch. i don’t wipe before i pull up my pants, i brush off my mess and leave wordlessly.
i do also love it in a mindbreaking sense. like well if i want to turn a guy into a cute dumb pet it certainly helps to keep him drunk all the time... the fact that his dick gets so useless is just a bonus! guess he's anal-only now, huh?
i love intox i dont know... when she's so drunk she cant keep it up... when shes whiny and frustrated but cant string a sentence together... when she cant hold it when she needs to pee... when shes too sloppy drunk to even be embarrassed more than a slurred "sorry"... YUP
I'm toooooooo fucking tired to thiiiiiiiiiiink someone needs to force me to have obscenely large milky udders right noooooooooooooooow
Wanna be stubborn and keep insisting I don't want it and I hate it! And stop! I'm not a cow! I want normal tits or none at all, not these inhuman, bloated, sloshing -hnnnnng
Keep me growing and milky because despite how much I complain they'd know I'm already addicted, mind nearly completely broken and highly suggestible to whatever game them they wanna play that day.
Uuuuuuugh idk just force me to have tits way too big for my body
Shady massage place that offers something called a "happily ever after." You think to yourself surely this must be the same thing as a "happy ending" just slightly different wording, so you ask for that. There are hands all over you, squeezing, moving, shaping, changing how you hold yourself... As they bring you to climax, you rest assured that you were correct. And then you cum again. And again. You keep cumming over and over, even well after the hands pull away. It feels amazing... but it has to stop sometime, right? You've got a life to get back to. Unless- Wait, is that what the "ever after" meant?! Uh oh...
Oh yeah, I can get into that big time. I love the thought of being corrupted just from physical touch.
The masseuse starts at my shoulders, making them droop as I relax into their skilled hands. I'm a little surprised, I thought they'd skip right to the bulge under my towel but, eh, I can dig a little foreplay.
They're hands glide to my chest, I open my mouth to complain, I'd actually prefer they didn't grope me there but... huh, it's actually kinda nice. Their fingers make my flesh feel warm and hot even. Instead of demanding they stop the only noise that escapes my throat is a guttural moan. Why is this so good? Each time they squeeze, release, then squeeze again I feel more sensitive, biting my lip and silently urging them to use more force, more twisting and tugging. I feel close... My chest heaves, it feels heavier, the harder I pant, the harder my pecs wobble... feels good. Dizzying. I can't believe this is how they're gonna make me -fuck, fuck!
I cum so hard I barely hear the voice saying they were gonna move lower down, but the pair of hands molesting my swelling boobs never left their station. Instead, what must have been a second masseuse (I can't focus my eyes enough to see them??) starts rubbing my stomach. I'm shocked, did they somehow not feel the orgasm that ripped through my body? Surely, they know they can stop now... or do I get to cum more than once?
I thought by "lower" they would surely start jacking me off by now, but no, hands are rolling over my lean tummy, kneading the tiny pouch I had again and again, somehow building out my gut until there's ample paunch to obscenely play with. It's weirdly sensitive, like my womb itself was filling up my abdomen, bloating bigger and squeezing out my other, less important organs. A palm came down with a sharp smack against a particularly sensitive spot, my ovary, not that I believed it at the time. Nor did I believe that I was cumming again just from that... This can't be a normal part of the massage, right? I open my mouth to complain again, and two fingers press down on my tongue. It's yet another, additional hand... how many people are in here, touching me like this?
My tongue lights up with sensations I didn't know I could experience, the fingers prod, pinch and stroke it like they can make me -fuck, hhhng OUGH~ No way I just came again, thumb pad rubbing my swelling lips, second hand stroking my throat... I feel like such a slut, what is happening to me? My body? M-my mind...?
Two more sets of hands begin digging strong fingers into my plush thighs, squeezing the rolling flesh and slapping it encouragingly when they thicken up even further. My legs are lifted up, hands gripping my ankles like shackles and forcing my legs wide even as I quiver and cum again. More (?) hands on my ass, my cunt, my c-cock... wait, what's happen- hnn, OOOUGH~ n-not again...
My cock is being tugged meanly, crudely, and it swells up way bigger than it's ever been in reply. I grunt as fingers explore under the thickening hood, digging out build up I didn't know my body could make. (It never has before... right?) My legs shake uncontrollably as four thick fingers slip in my pussy just to pry it open enough a whole fist can slip inside, my head flies back and I gush cum all over the place. A hand (these are hands, right? How many people are in here? How can they all be touching me like this at once? Why can't I see anything?) clamps around my fat, puffy asshole like a ring, wait... why is it so thick and - OOOOUGH fuck me... they just shoved a couple fingers in it, too much! It's too much!!
I try to say something again, but my lips are so plush and fuckable they just wrap themselves around the digits all but fingering my mouth instead. The fist in my cunt goes deeper and not only scissors open my cervix but starts poking and scratching my ovary directly. I should be horrified, that isn't medically possible but mostly I'm thinking "please, fuck, molest the other one tooooooo".
I can't beg around the hand stuffing my face, but it seems my masseuses know what I need because a second fist bullies it's way in until it too is snuggly packing my uterus and finger fucking my tube wide enough it can tease my other ovary now too. I've lost track of how many orgasms I've had...
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Just when I think I'll cum myself to death the hands all pull away at once, thank fuck... it's finally over! Maybe now I can breathe and think a little and figure out what the fuck -hnn- the fuck happen -hnnd- uuh... hnng- hnnNNNG OOUGH~
Did I just cum...? Again?! I was just trying to get off the table but like, the weight of my fat tits resting on my womb filled gut, squeezing down on my -my f-fat ~mmph~ cooooooock~
Oh, fuck's sake, just thinking about it has me blowing another load... what the fuck is happening? Why is my body l-like this? So big, sensitive, hot and fuck every time I move, I feel -hnng- I gotta control myself! How am I supposed to get to my car let alone drive myself home if I can't even take a step without squirting? This can't be happening, surely these weird side effects will pass! Where'd my masseuse go, I gotta find out when this will wear off... cause I can't go back to my life if I'm gonna bust a nut just by breathing too hard...
It took me like an hour just to drag my shuddering flesh to the front desk and demand an answer but the lady there just looked confused, I did ask for the 'Happily Ever After' no? I scoffed, face hot and red as I nut yet again right in the lobby where several strangers were watching... "Yeah I asked for that but this -fffffuck- this isn't -oourrgh, ooooh~ this isn't what that m-means -unff- r-right? This can't be -mmph- my body for -for -forrrrrrr -oooooOOOOOOHHH~~~"
"Feels good right? So relaxing. You don't have to worry about anything ever again! Would you like to fill out a quick survey to let us know how well we satisfied you? Hello...? Sir? You look awfully tense... how about a complimentary massage on the house! We'll have the same masseuse you just worked with take you back to a deluxe private room! If this doesn't change you for the better, nothing will~"
getting your feedee pregnant and they dont even notice for months because theyre so big already, and they just assume they're putting on more from the way you feed them 🥴
I'd love to impregnate you with a couple of larger heavy eggs, not enough to make you obviously look pregnant but enough to make you look a bit bloated. And my ideal scenario would be you having to birth them in a public bathroom or somewhere risky where you can't make much noise, the squelching of your pussy would already be loud enough so you would not be able to afford any panting or whining.
I'd be crouching in a bathroom stall with my pants and underwear around my ankles and my hand glued to my mouth to stifle my whimpers as the eggs bullied their way out of my boycunt one after the other, some of them would get stuck or be facing the wrong way so I'd be forced to whimper into my hand while desperately rolling my hips and pushing until my underwear would be filled with the clutch
Or imagine if someone interrupted me halfway through birthing them and I'd have to quickly dispose of the ones I already pushed out and forcefully shove a big one back into my birth canal ruining 20 minutes of progress just to be able to exit the stall, the massive egg barely peeking out of my opening, its tip grazing my underwear, after being pushed back inside
Hmm I'm bored and I'm really wishing that I had someone to mess with rn...
You don't mind if I tie you down to a chair and funnel feed you until you're too stuffed to move, do you? I'll give you plenty of belly rubs and kisses. I'll even pump your dick/clit big enough to brush against your stomach! I bet you'd be throbbing and so needy by then. But I'll only touch your stomach, got it? If you want more than that, I'll untie you eventually, but that won't happen until you're too full to touch yourself. That doesn't mean that I wouldn't love to see you try. Instead, how about you put on a show for me and try to hump against your own gut until you get off? Feel up your bloated body in the meantime. It's going to be stuck like that for a while. And if you're still having a hard time, I can always add more to that gut so you have more to rut against :)
you feel the pointed ovipositor prodding at your peehole, sliding smoothly inside and poking into your bladder easily. small spherical eggs travel down the shaft and you watch in horror as they disappear inside you, each one bringing you closer to cumming as they pop into your bladder. as they fill you up they shift inside of you and the movement against your walls makes you squirm. before you know it you have a growing bump on your stomach, dozens of soft, marble sized eggs all adding up in your bladder and making you cum from the constant stimulation.
filthy nasty sounding/extreme urethral play but,,,,
Someone forcing their cock into my wet cunt while I have a full bladder
And pounding me pretty thoroughly for a while before they slip it out, line up with my piss hole instead, shove it as deep inside my twitching, tense body as possible, bear down hard and come inside me, filling me up with seed...then after a little cool down, I feel even more heat filling me up and realize they're pissing in me too.
the filthy embarrassing realization after already feeling a little humiliated by the shaft forcing my piss hole open, and now that's increased tenfold. Even better if it's enough that it makes my little belly swell even worse, straining my capacity in every way possible, because I'll get no relief until I can empty my bladder, and there's currently a cock in the way of that.
