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Anonymous: more ideas of things invading your body,, snakes and eels living in your womb, making you look heavily pregnant. feeling it move around inside you,,,, nghh

Oh fuck yes anon let’s go

Imagine:

- Being tied up, upside-down, and having water pumped into your womb before eels are funneled in, every single one of them squirming tightly together while the funnel is removed from you. Your cervix closes up so that none of them can escape as your belly shifts, taut with water but swaying with the motion of the eels. The people having fun with you use their hands to gently shift the round distension back and forth; the weight of the water hanging off of your frame makes the motion torturous enough, but when it agitates the eels you can’t help but moan obscenely, feeling them thrash around inside.

- Accidentally falling into a snake’s nest in a cave while you’re out on a walk. You’re worried that the snakes are venomous, at first - but when the snakes all overpower you and leave you unable to resist while they slither towards your pussy, you know you should be worried about something else. Working as a collective, the snakes manage to get your clothes out of the way, and it’s over the moment the first one slides into your pussy and through your cervix, happily exploring your warm uterus. The entire massive knot of snakes is going into your womb, and as much as you want to resist, there are just too many of them to fight off…and it feels good, the snakes stretching you open in such a nice way and the feeling of snakes pressing against your inner walls surprisingly hot. You can watch your belly swell and squirm with the mass of bodies inside of you, and by the time they’re all in you look pregnant with triplets.

- A vine monster in the woods knocking you onto your hands and knees and ripping your clothes off to expose your pussy. It probes you almost gently at first, as if testing the waters - then quickly starts forcing more and more vines into you, easily reaching your cervix and prying it open by force. tendril by tendril, it slides its entire form deep, deep into your body, compressing and coiling and shifting as it tries to get comfortable, and you’re left a shaking, dripping mess on the forest floor by the time it’s entirely inside of you. Your belly hangs low and large enough that it presses into the ground beneath you while you feel the vine monster slide tendrils down your fallopian tubes to afford itself more space.

- A concept I’ve read about elsewhere - going swimming and feeling a small, narrow fish quickly squirm in between your swimsuit and your skin. You don’t know what the hell would compel a fish to do that, at first, but it quickly answers your question by slipping into your pussy and through your cervix without warning. It takes you so off-guard that you can’t help but moan - and you can’t resist when more and more fish start joining the first, only barely able to keep yourself afloat while the shoal uses your vulnerability to its advantage. By the time you can get back to shore, your belly is swollen with small, lumpy bodies, all squirming and twitching restlessly inside of you.

- An absolutely massive slug somehow sliding and squeezing its way into your womb to lay its eggs and let them hatch. There was already a bump in your belly when it slid in, but when the eggs start to hatch and grow, you grow with them. You birth a few of the new slugs at one point, the slime making your hole into a sloppy mess while they crawl out of you, but the rest of them stay with the first - and lay eggs of their own. The cycle continues like that, generations and generations of slugs breeding and growing inside of you, your midsection swelling beyond reason. A few slugs from every batch of eggs escape your body to live elsewhere, but the rest have taken up your womb as their home…and you can’t get them out, continually growing and growing…

Little Flower🌷

You've been lost in the woods for ages, shoving through bramble in a desperate attempt to climb out. Hoping that the other side will lead you to the exit... despite the fact that it hasn't every other time you've tried. Tears stream down your face as thorns leave kisses across your skin. You finally see shines of light, and when you push through the brush, you fall.

Down a small cliff you tumble, shielding your face before you land far below. When you raise your head it's a forest of flowers. Garden beds as far as you can see, roses and hibiscus, blossoms in the trees... The scent of honey carries in the air. Ropes of ivy gently push you to your feet, caressing your skin, treating you gently. You turn, and discover a naked woman made entirely of pink and green petals. She approaches, taking your hands into hers as she investigates your wounds.

In an instant she's rubbing sap along your skin, healing your injuries in seconds before she begins offering you a chute filled with water. You drink... and it's delicious. A sweetness unlike anything you've ever had before, and it leaves you insatiable once it's empty. Your thoughts are quickly muddled, the sweetness becoming your primary focus. Before you realize it, she lies you down in her field of flowers, feeding you berries and grapes whilst she pets your hair, cooing and chittering softly. She straddles you, tracing her soft fingers all along your body, before peeling away your dirty and torn clothes.

Your mind grows fuzzy, the sweetness invading your brain, spreading and covering it like a thick coat of slime. The smells, the sights, the tastes, it's like your thoughts are melting like sugar in water. Heat rises within you as you feel your loins begin to stiffen. Though the flower woman does not speak, you can hear her in your head. "That's right, my little flower, just let the water work it's magic. Listen to my voice, obey my words." She's intoxicating, leaving you panting. All you want to do is hear her, all you want to do is whatever she says.

She has you bare in moments, your garments stripped away and consumed by grass. Ivy vines then wrap around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place. "You're so good for me, just sink deeper, let the sweetness bring you peace- bring you pleasure. Let me take care of you, my little flower." She lowers a hand whilst she hums, wrapping her hand around your most tenderest of flesh before beginning to stroke. All you can do is buck your hips as you feel your mind falling away, the walls crumbling as you sink. Deeper and deeper, fucking yourself into her hand a she giggles. "Good job, my little flower. So eager, so obedient."

You feel yourself unraveling, your mouth salivating. Your mind is starting to feel like honey, malleable and liquid, warm and soft. The flower woman grins, pumping you faster, bringing you so close to heaven before she lowers herself onto you. Her cunt takes you in, swallowing all of your length before she begins to grind against your hips. It's so warm and soft, pulsating around you. You aren't going to last long.

"Can you keep being good, little flower? Can you hold on for me? Let me harness your pleasure and absorb your sweetness? Yess, that's right. Just sink deeper, just lock your mind behind my command." She moans before planting a kiss on your lips. Her grinding shifts as her pelvis moves to rise and fall, riding you gently. You begin to drool, losing control of your will and body as your head grows empty. All that there is within you is sweetness, gooey and delectable.

The flower woman's pace quickens, her soft touches hardening with need. Her ass slaps against your hips as she uses you to fuck herself. Your sounds echo all throughout the garden for anyone to hear. You feel the grass beneath you begin to grow around your limbs, almost as if you've been lying here for months, but the thoughts fall away as the sweetness pulls you back in. You don't need to pay attention to that anyway, your mind belongs to the flower woman, your sweet brain is hers. Pressure and tension is rising within you, nearly at it's breaking point as you tremble beneath her. You're going to burst. However she continues riding, and you find yourself unable to spill over the edge even though it's right there.

Her pussy is so warm around you, sucking you as if it's a second mouth. You need to cum, you need to fill her pretty womb, become part of her and tie your soul to her- but just as your hands are binded by vines, your silly little head is binded by sweetness. You couldn't cum even if you wanted to, and somehow that makes you sink deeper. She has so much control over you know, you're her sweet little servant who will cater to every need now. You belong to her...

You don't know how long your hips have been wildly thrusting into her, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you let her steal your pleasure. She feels so good, the best you've ever had. You need this, you need her.

Her petals are flushing, and even her composure is beginning to unravel. She's getting close- you, her little flower, are gonna make her cum. That thought only tightens her control, her will wrapping around your neck like a dog on a leash. Her pace is quickening, her tounge is lolling out of her mouth- her eyes are glazing over. It feels so good to please the flower woman, it feels so good to be hers.

"Release yourself, my little flower. I command you to pollinate me, spread your seed, fill me up, make your goddess feel good." She whines, desperate and frantic as your hips slam into her. It's as if she snapped her fingers and your body reacted. There's no thoughts behind your pretty little gaze as you blow your load into her, your thrusts become sloppy and your rhythm breaks as she moans and clenches around you. Her heart is fluttering, you can feel it in your soul. Your fluids mix as she continues to fuck you, milking you of every last drop as grass continues to grow around your form. Fuck it feels so good to obey, to be her little flower.

Your hips slow as she catches her breath, smiling and humming to herself as her hands trace along your skin, finally coming back down to earth in the glow of aftermath. Her hips slow to a grind, embracing the stickiness binding you two together. You pant in the grass, hot and sweaty, staring at her as your vision blurs. Your brain remains sweet, melted, pliable, and viscous. Your thoughts are gone, on standby as you await the next command- but as she raises herself off of you, you realize what that next order already is. She's massive compared to you now, towering like a tree as you shrink, the grass becoming just as tall as you.

"Such a good little flower, I hope you like the garden. Now bloom nice and pretty for me."

//Inspired off of that last ask, this isn't exclusively trans but I did think that I should try a story featuring different a POV's genitalia Hope you enjoyed.//

septimusmoonlight

Imagine being suddenly drugged, taken off the street, and held captive by a shady scientific organization. Sure, they’re on record saying they’re looking to advance humanity’s understanding of the natural world - but, as you sit naked in your sparsely-furnished cell, listening to distant screams and cries, you somehow doubt their intentions.

It doesn’t take too long after waking up from the sedatives for someone to come fetch you, restraining your hands behind your back so that you can be led down a long corridor with drains installed in the floor every few meters. You pass by a few cell doors much like your own before the environment changes and the rooms start looking more like examination areas - or experimentation areas.

Whatever they drugged you with saps your will to resist as you’re steered into one of these new rooms. It’s small and relatively bare, aside from an examination table and a closed metal case to one side. There’s also a vertical glass canister, large enough to contain a human, with various straps and tubes dangling from the top. You don’t really have the mental power to wonder what it could be for right now, but it doesn’t really make you feel any better about the situation, especially once several assistants enter the room and you’re laid face-up on the table, your legs held up and apart by stirrups.

Even though you’re still struggling against the effects of whatever tranquilizer they used on you, they strap you down to keep you from trying to get away. The scientist in charge sits down on a chair between your legs, snapping on a pair of gloves before pushing something cold and metal into your exposed cunt. You groan in complaint, but it’s not like there’s anything you can do as he pushes it deeper. When it’s in far enough for his liking, he starts opening it up, spreading you apart so that he has a clear view inside of you.

When the cold air of the room touches your cervix, he finally stops, leaning in to inspect you closely. He nods, apparently satisfied, then holds out his hands to one assistant.

The purpose of the metal case is made clear when the assistant opens it and pulls out what looks like an enormous grub of some kind, squirming, trying to pull in on itself to get away from the chill of the room. The doctor is apparently interested in allowing it a warm space to stay, however, because he takes it from the assistant, turns it over to make sure everything is in order, and then guides it into your open pussy head-first.

Restrained like you are, you can’t struggle, or even scream properly as the thing eagerly wriggles into you. Even worse is the feeling of it exploring your cervix, investigating this new hideaway - and then squeezing in, forcing you open enough for it to squelch inside. The sensation of it making itself comfortable in your body is horrifying in a way you can’t describe.

The doctor nods, satisfied, and closes the device he was using to open you up, pulling it out before standing and moving to the side so that the assistants can undo your restraints. You’re still too weak to run, but the assistants don’t care about that, carrying you over to the glass canister and lifting you into it. They strap you in place, your legs held apart, and one of them feeds a thin tube into your cunt; it slips past your cervix, and you groan as they prod the thing inside of you, making it wiggle in protest.

They start pushing something through the tube, an unidentified slime of some kind, and the grub goes absolutely crazy, thrashing about - and growing. Your middle is visibly distending as they feed this thing, rounding you out until you look pregnant. The rest of your body is entirely unchanged, but the creature inside of you is by far the most obvious aspect at this point. Maybe it’s the only aspect of you that matters right now.

Then, the assistants pull the tube out, and wait. You wonder why they’re just standing there for a good five minutes, but then the grub inside of you twitches violently, making you twitch in turn. Once, twice, it jerks against the walls of your womb, then stops, shuddering violently. It only takes a few moments for something to start pushing out of you, making room for itself as it goes. It’s not as big as the grub inside, and it’s not as small as the one you started with - this one is new.

As soon as it falls to the floor of the canister, the new grub is taken away. The staff closes the doors on the front, leaving you in there, and you can do nothing when another of these things starts trying to escape your body. You hope for a break as soon as it’s out, but no such luck befalls you; within five minutes, there’s another. Then another, five minutes later. And on. And on. And on.

The personnel only come back every once in a while to make sure you’re still producing for them. The bottom of the canister is a tray that can easily be removed and replaced for harvesting the creatures, so really you’re just here to serve as an incubator for the one that makes them, giving birth to them constantly, disgusting wriggling pale things that don’t even look real. Your purpose here is to make more of them. You don’t know what they’re used for, but you don’t even have the presence of mind to care.

Your body belongs to them now, and it doesn’t look like they’re planning to change that anytime soon.

backyardboytoy

you were the only blog I could think of to send this thought to uuuuuuuuh

Recently discovered a love of Nidoking (I'd never raised one of the nido fam despite having been playing for decades. I guess the autism/ADHD combo got me goin both "I will only use Pokemon from this gen" and "I will only use the same team members ever"). Either way-

Nidoking are supposed to be calmed from being enraged if they're brought their bonded Nidoqueen right? What if there's no Nidoqueen but the trainer fills that role? Kinda like that guy who accidentally is bonded to that crane

There's many a tender thought but also can you fuckin imagine a possessive and overprotective ass Nidoking just wanting to stake his claim on his trainer. Can you imagine a trainer that's maybe a lil slutty or even just flirtatious and that Nidoking decided yeah that's enough and made sure you couldn't leave that bed for a variety of reasons (be it simply wearing your ass out so hard you can't walk or a belly full of developing eggs (or. Both. Both is good.))

Anyway Nidoking would not just dick you down good he'd also make sure your ass was spoiled (many treats) I know this in my bones

(side note- I now have a recurring specific instance of Nidoking in mind based on the Nidoking I'm raising being a random shiny one who is VERY FUCKING LARGE FOR HIS SPECIES IN LETS GO AND IS MY GOAT. LIKE BROTHER UTTERLY DESTROYED PEWTER GYM AS A BABY SINGLEHANDEDLY AND THEN DID THE SAME TO VERMILLION GYM LATER AS A NIDOKING. He's a whole beast ilh)

(thank you for coming to my ted talk as for why Nidoking is best Pokemon ever do with these things what you will)

Nidoking is a goodie choice for pokephilia ^^ you don't see him too often in fanarts either.

But being claimed by your pokemon as their trainer when they snap is always a fun fantasy to me. Maybe it's another trainer, or maybe it's another pokemon that causes it. But they snap, and as soon as they get alone with you in your hotel room, they force relese themselves. And sure, you're thinking they'll take a load off, so you don't think twice about it.

You didn't think they'd be taking a load off via dumping a thick one right into your hole. After pinning you down and shoving their pokecock right into your hole. Who cares if they happen to be bigger than you? You are their trainer, which means you're made for them! Getting a lil mind broken being pounded and claimed by your partner. Belly rounding out with thick pokecum that seemingly never ends since your partner keeps fucking more into you.

Woefully unprepared waking up with a rapidly firming belly that is undeniably egg stuffed. And then, having to go through a rapid pokepregnancy. When your body is forced to develop one or multiple new pokebrats for your partner in the spam of a day to a week. Having wait for them to develop so you can go out in public again. Buttt, maybe your partner thinks you need a couple more of their brats pushing out your waist line. So they breed/impregnate you again before you even finish with the first batch. Bloating your already overstuffed abdomen, another size just like that.

Maybe you'll have to consider a career change to a professional breeder, at least as a side job anyway...

nyu-philia

demoniacal-longing-deactivated2

jamesab2

2015-FEB-21 [X]

larrylive84

answered: Fantasy characters. Elves, orcs, goblins, gremlins, fairies.

xenozoophavs

Spirit Lust

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/SneakAttack1221

darkcrystaldemon

Slither

Warning: Non-con

You awake to a darkness untouched by light. You lay motionless, because the ground beneath you is moving. Slithering bodies of various sizes undulating in a tangled mass of scales, caressing the bare skin of your back.

How many creatures are beneath you? You can’t see. There’s a synchronized hiss in the room that could be one creature or twenty. You’re afraid to find out. Afraid to move, but your presence is known.

A warm scaly body rolls over one ankle and then dives into the mass below. Your mouth goes dry as the body keeps moving across your skin above your foot. You wait for the other end to come, but it doesn’t. Instead, the body gets wider, fatter, heavier. Soon your whole foot has sunken under the growing coil and into the warm spiraling bodies below.

By the time it occurs to you to struggle, your other ankle has already been covered along with your wrists. You try to pull your limbs out, but it’s a useless endeavor. You have no leverage. You can’t even see what you’re up against.

When the scaly coil wraps around your waist, you’re sure you’re end is near. If this is a snake, it’s body is the width of your stomach and at a length that’s never ending.

You scream in frustration and fear. The sound of your voice echoes against cavernous walls you cannot see. The monster doesn’t gag you; instead it continues to pull your body inside it’s own until only your head remains above the sinuous mass.

You wait for teeth or claws or something, but nothing happens. Just the continued glide of scales over every part of your skin. It’s almost… soothing? An overstimulating massage.

You can’t hold the tension in your muscles for much longer as you continue to live under it’s ever moving coils. You moan, despite yourself, as it loops from the curve of your ass, between your legs and up along your clit. Straddling it’s width, you feel every scale as it slides beneath your lips and rubs your sensitive bud, swelling with need from all the caresses around you.

You moan louder as it becomes slick with your own wetness that travels up your body with its own.

You gasp at how wide its body is getting, spreading your legs around its sides further and further apart, until it’s body is as thick and wide as a horse’s backside.

It’s only then that it’s body stops beneath you, the rest of its coils still moving - perhaps there is more than one creature?

You can’t ponder for long as you feel scales moving aside beneath the entrance between your legs. Slimy tendrils tentatively explore your inner thighs until they find entry within your folds. You gasp when one thin tip and then another crawl within you. You think the tendrils are getting wider, but realize your mistaken as around tip forces itself inside, stretching you to accommodate it. Then more until you lose count and it feels like a millipede is dancing against your inner wall, trying to get further inside you.

You scream as one thin tendril succeeds in squirming past your cervix and entering your womb. More try, but the creature seems satisfied and starts to pulse within you like a heart beat. Every beat bulges and stretches within you. You feel one tiny invasive tendril the most as it stiffens and begins to bulge as well.

You try to pull yourself out of it, but you’re too entangled. You can’t stop it’s penetration as it slowly pushes further inside you. Every tendril now near to bursting with warm liquid.

You cry out as it cums, most just pooling and dripping out of you except for the one deep inside. It fills you with more than liquid. You feel each tiny bead as it glides inside you, aided by the endless stream of cum.

You wonder as it doesn’t stop. Minutes pass as fills you more and continues to fertilize you. Sometimes it lurches up, pushing itself further as searching for more empty space. It rubs your clit, weakening your resolve and opening your cervix wider as you cum against it and accept more of its seed.

When it finally stops, it’s tendril breaks off inside you as the others slither out one by one, leaving slippery trails across your thighs.

You faint from exhaustion and disbelief. When you awake, you’re back in your bed. You sigh in relief until you feel the tiny tip squirming inside you.

sapphicbump

Oop, belated happy egg day!!!

fareplay

The pregnancy, you were ready for. The feeling of eggs growing inside your body, forming as a result of the seed in your womb. The unexpected part was the fat ovipositor growing in between your legs. It's a slow process but every inch feels big as your undies get tighter and tigher. And the hormones get stronger the longer you carry too, your thoughts consumed more and more by finding a warm, tight little crevice and grinding your way into it, allieviating the building pressure in your belly one egg at a time. You know that at this point it could be anything; a blanket, a pair of cupped hands, an open mouth and you just wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

eggedbellies

"wait wait wait I can't take it" but it's about the cumshot. begging them to pull out as you realise just how much is starting to pump into you. but its too late. that knot is tying you. you're taking every drop, and if you can't walk after, well... thats the risk you took.

hentaiword-deactivated20190615

bredpun

imagine you're a new model of sexbot designed for parties and gatherings. like all sexbots, you have a sturdy chassis and extra-flexible joints so that people can bend you into all kinds of interesting positions. and you're a higher-end model, so you come with a few reaction genres programmed in. tonight's customers, like most people, seem to like the one where you find everything pleasurable—specifically the subsetting where you act like it's the first time you've experienced sexual stimulus of any kind, so you start out bashful and embarrassed, but before long you're begging for more.

but that's not what makes you so special. the reason this group of friends is paying so much to rent you for the night is because your synthskin is transparent, like sturdy but crystal-clear vinyl that lets them see inside you—all the way to the thick cock currently rearranging your components. as you gasp and squirm, the man yanks your hips back against his and comes deep inside of you, his seed spurting into a reservoir prominently placed just beneath the surface of your abdomen.

the liquid barely has time to settle inside of you before the next person, a woman, steps up and pushes her cock all the way inside of you in one thrust. she bends your legs up next to your ears and locks them in place, leaving you exposed and helpless to resist—not that you'd want to, given that your neural feedback sensors are telling you that this is the best you've ever felt, even as your cheeks glow pink and your programming makes you try and hold in your moans.

after she comes, adding more than a little fluid to the amount already sloshing around inside of you, a third person steps up. the cock swinging between their legs is an augment, huge and knotted at the base where it connects seamlessly to their body, and everyone still waiting in line claps and cheers. "want to see if i can void this warranty, boys?" they say, before picking you up beneath your arms and settling you onto their cock like an oversized toy.

they hold you up like you barely weigh anything and fuck into you hard and fast, like they're trying to work you open. you've taken a lot of cocks, but none quite like this one, its bulbous head as thick and blunt as a fist, pistoning inside of you like nothing you've ever felt before. even if you weren't programmed to feel overwhelmed by every brush against your skin, every inch stretching you open, you can tell you'd be overwhelmed by this sensation—but the fact that your feedback is making you clench down around every thrust certainly doesn't help.

even as they fuck you relentlessly, the person feels around at the back of your skull until they find your manual override button, the one that makes you come immediately every time it's pressed. "hope you're ready for this," they grunt, "because i'm about to rewrite your processor," and shove deep inside of you until you're pressed against their growing knot. "one," they say, thrusting, "two, three—" and on the third thrust, they slide all the way home, pressing down on the button at the same time.

blinding pleasure erupts inside of you, racing all the way down the wires that lead to your toes and sparking like a lightning storm across the gold filaments of your core. you can feel yourself glitching, your legs twitching where they're locked in place, your hands shaking and your eyes blinking in and out of focus, their apertures spinning wildly as you lose control of every function. dimly you can feel your belly filling as they pump you full of cum, the one-way valve in your artificial womb making sure it all stays deep inside of you even as your reservoir begins to stretch to accommodate the sheer volume.

you slowly come back to yourself to find everyone gathered around you. you're still stuck on the person's knotted cock—you can feel it twitching inside of you as it continues to spurt—and your belly is a perfect rounded hemisphere in front of you, ballooned so far out that you can't see the floor. "what do you think?" they say. "will the company want this one back, or do you think we've ruined it for anyone else?"

even before people start to answer, chuckling, slapping each other on the back, gathering around to poke at your taut belly and watch the cum slosh around inside, you know the answer, and you try to say something, but your voice is still rebooting, and the only noise that comes from your mouth is the crackle of static.

"smart bot," the person says, thrusting up into you a little. "we're going to keep you like this all the time. is that what you want? to be our live-in toy, fucked so stupid that you can't even moan?"

before you can answer, they press your manual override and pleasure renders you useless all over again as everyone laughs. "save some for the rest of us," someone else says, and the person grins.

"oh, don't worry," they say, "there's plenty to go around. now—who's next?"

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