Greetings! We are the STAR SPACE System, and welcome to our kink/nsfw blog.
We donāt tend to post much original stuff on this blog other than horny ramblings; itās mostly reblog storage! Theres some occasional art though. If youāre interested in our vore art, we have a soft vore blog @cozymaws
A little about us:
- Names change a lot bc system, but generally weāre good with being called BT
- Aroace spec, fictosexual/fictoromantic
- Trans and Xenogender, It/Its and Drei/Drem. Goes between enjoying fem or masc terms in a kink context
- Alterhuman and transspecies (weāre a draconic shapeshifter specifically. Others in the system have specific kintypes and the like)
- We use our fursona Sol to explore kink and related things things in our art.
- Weāre the type of ace that has no desire to do the deed and is only into things conceptually/in fantasies, or via masturbation. Specific headmates do like to do things with each other though lol
Feel free to send us asks with questions and/or scenarios! Pls nothing noncon, underage, incestuous, bestiality (aka one of those involved is 100% animal brained and canāt consent) or involving age play though. Or scat/emeto/etc.
MINORS DNI
List of main kinks below the cut
- Hypno/brain drain
- Vore (Weāre pred or prey depending on our mood; some sys members have preferences. Dragon vore is peak)
- Weight gain + Feederism/Stuffing
- Oviposition
-Into various types of TF but especially transfur stuff and turning into some sort of dragon.
- Petplay
- honestly just into dragons in general, both being one and being with one. Dragons are hot.
You go out in search of a legendary substance supposed to give one the body of their dreams. What you find isn't quite what you bargained for...
The warm orange glow of the tavernās lights glistened on the surface of your drink as you sat in the corner of the bar. When you had left your house that night you wouldāve done damn near anything if it meant not being sober; but now, having had the whole long walk here for that ache in the back of your mind to fade, you had hardly touched your drink. Still, you took small sips once in a while - if for no other reason than to wash the taste of that nightās draught out of your mouth.
āMareās essenceā it had been called, a cure for barren wives and girls born of the wrong sex. The stuff was a closely-guarded secret, spoken of in reverent whispers by those whom it had aided. It tasted foul as sin, but it had proved effective thus far - already your skin had turned softer and your breasts grown tender.
The changes were welcome to be sure, but nowhere near enough to silence the agonizing bouts of dysphoria that came in the lonely hours of the evening, when even the sun could not keep you company.
It was one of these that had brought you to your local tavern. Alcohol was a poor excuse for a treatment, but if nothing else you needed the company. You were just about to take another sip when a snippet of conversation caught your attention.
āā¦ Itās like I said, you talk to anyone down by those mountains and theyāll tell you - the elixir's hidden deep in the caverns, up top those olā rocksā It was a deep voice, not one youād heard around here before - adventurers, if you had to guess.
āWhat, the elixir of life? And lemme guess, theyāll sell it to ya for only a copper?ā another chortled, the group laughing boisterously in response.
āyou know I wouldnāt chase an old wives tale like thatā scoffed the storyteller, roughly elbowing his companion āthis hereās the Sweet Nectar. Stuff of fairies, or so they say, sāposed to give you the body of your dreams if the legends are true!ā
āAs if!ā another drunkenly laughed āwhawuddat do tā ya anyhoo? Grow yer balls tā the size uvva pumpkin?ā The groupās banter continued on like this, the drunken chatter fading back into the background once more as you finished your drink.
After that, the idea kept creeping up in the back of your mind. What if this āSweet Nectarā really did exist? It could mean an end to the dysphoria, an end to keeping your true self behind closed doors, an end to drinking that godawful brew every night. You laughed the thought off - the only fey you knew of were tricksters at best. They were beautiful to be sure, but you doubted that beauty was something theyād so readily share.
Despite that, you just couldnāt shake the thought, what if it really was out there? The idea became more and more enticing as time went on, the promise of a better life that the nectar offered too tantalizing to ignore. It was this nagging thought that brought you to the local library a few days later. It was a grand building, a monument to an opulence long faded from the small valley town it stands in, carved mahogony scratched and warped, brass turned grey by years of patina. Still, the knowledge kept within was as valuable as the day it was erected.
After a short conversation with the librarian - a thin, nervous man who always looked as though he hadnāt gotten quite enough sleep - you were given a couple tomes to leaf through. It didnāt take long to find what you were looking for, a short book of local myths and legends with a complete description of the Sweet Nectar:
āThe Sweet Nectar or Faeries Nectar is a legendary artifact said to reside somewhere in the caverns beneath the savarello mountain. It is said to grant to the drinker their ideal body, a possible explanation for the enchanting figures of the faeā¦ā
This was perfect, you knew where the Savarello mountains were, they were only a day's trek from here. Immediately your mind began racing with the possibilities. You had long convinced yourself this was a good idea, rationalizing away every doubt that bubbled into your mind, now you had to find it.
That night you packed everything you would need for the journey, cramming all of it into an old leather backpack until you were finally ready. That night you slept restlessly, drifting between dreams and daydreams of what you would look like once you drank that elixir, how your voice would sound, how it would feel.
You woke with a start at the first light, leaping out of bed with far more energy than your meager sleep should have granted. For the first time since you could remember, you had something to really hope for, and you were going to chase it.
You made the trek to the mountainās base with a spring in your step, making only brief stops along the well-trodden road for food and drink. Your enthusiasm died down as the evening came, doubts creeping in to fill the space the sunlight left - how would you even find the cave? Folk tales rarely included maps. Even if you did find the cave, how would you navigate it?
Your energy waning, you decided to rest for the night in the small town at the mountainās base. The inn was a ragged old thing, the windows were gray with years of soot and grime, and the chain holding up the sign was more rust than metal. Despite that, as soon as you walked in the sound of revelry and the smell of ale hit you like a wall. The liveliness was refreshing, but you needed to conserve your energy for the trek ahead. You quickly paid for your stay, and headed up towards your room.
You were just about to turn the corner to the relatively quiet hall of rooms when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you saw a gorgeous woman, long curly hair and soft, clear skin, her green eyes sparkling like broken glass in the dim light. She looked out of place amongst the crowd of farmhands and adventurers, a fact not helped by her belly - she looked to be at least 6 months pregnant, probably more. āsheās probably the innkeeper's daughterā you thought to yourself.
āHi there!ā She said, her voice clear and unusually chipper for the hour āYou donāt look like a local, what brings you all the way out here?ā
āI'm just passing throughā you said, trying and failing to match her enthusiasm
āOh!ā She said āYou wouldnāt be searching for the Sweet Nectar, would you?ā
āy-yeahā you said, taken aback at the forwardness of her question, was it that obvious? āI doubt Iāll find it though, I donāt even know where to start lookingā
āoh thatās easy!ā She said, āThe cave is just by the lake south of here, I donāt think anyoneās ever gone in very far though!ā
āth-thanksā you stuttered, her cheerful demeanor was starting to creep you out, why was she telling you this? āGuess Iāll look there then!ā
Before she could say another word you had already hurried into your room, something about that woman just didnāt sit right, why was she so cheerful? How did she know you were looking for the Nectar? You set those thoughts aside for the moment, right now you needed rest - tomorrow was a big day after all.
You woke feeling well-rested, not quite the manic energy of the day before, but you were still filled with anticipation. If you were going to find the Nectar, it would be today. You would finally be the woman you always wanted to be.
The trek up to the lake was far more difficult than that of the day before. The trail was rough and steep, more of a deer trail than a true path at times. Nonetheless you carried on, all of it would be worth it when you got that nectar.
You were so focused on the path forward that you didnāt notice the signs of fey influence at first, but as you carried on it became more and more obvious - plants curling and twisting in bizarre ways, the needles of the pines turning from green to vibrant blue. You knew the danger, but you couldnāt help but feel more hope than trepidation, this meant it had to be here.
At last, you arrived at the cave entrance. The lake just behind you wouldāve been the perfect place for a rest, but rest was the furthest thing from your mind right now - not when you were this close. You took a brief moment to light your lantern before heading straight into the cave, your hurried footsteps echoing throughout the vast tunnel. Your restless pace was quickly slowed by the terrain. The passage grew smaller and the walls damper the further you went, skowing your pace to a crawl as you struggled to stay upright. The air grew warm and humid as you went deeper still, and you began to see patches of moss on the cave floor.
The cave went on like this for what felt like hours, strange flowers and twisting vines joining the moss until they covered the stone like plush, verdant skin. You swear you saw some of the larger vines twitch as you walked past. Finally, just as your legs were beginning to ache from the long journey, you saw it.
Just a few meters ahead the cave opened up into a verdant grove, strange blooms speckling the ground with dots of vibrant colour, light trickling in from somewhere out of sight. There, in the center of it all was a gargantuan bloom; itās silky petals, each more than twice your size, spread out invitingly like a carpet, highlighting the pods of glistening golden ichor hanging from itās stylets. This had to be it - the Sweet Nectar of legend.
You savoured the moment as you approached the bloom, the air was thick with a floral scent that made your skin flush and your mind fog, effects you chocked up to exhaustion. Slowly and surely, you walked across the thick petals. This was finally it, all you had to do was reach out and-
scrack!
A sharp, wet, snapping sound, the ill-tempered child of a whip's crack and the snapping of a branch rang out through the cavern. Before your mind could even open the memo that danger was afoot - let alone read it - the thick petals had closed around you, trapping you in a prison of slick violet foliage. In an instant your joy was replaced with sharp, animalistic panic. You clawed and punched desperately at the soft yet unyielding walls of your newfound prison, but all you got for your efforts was a bruised knuckle and a rapidly growing feeling of doom.
It was then that you heard a hissing sound. You looked up and saw the precious bulbs shrinking, the liquid within spraying out into the air as a fine mist. It couldnāt even occur to you to hold your breath, as soon as the scent hit you any thought in your mind was annihilated by the deepest, most desperate need you had ever felt. Your skin was hot and sensitive, the warm air around you suddenly felt cold and cruel as the spurning of a longtime lover. You needed to be touched, to be fucked, to be bred - each breath turned you into more and more of a leaky, panting mess - your gock straining desperately against your pants.
You began to strip as quickly as you could, desperate to sate the burning crimson need that had enveloped you. Your desperate task was quickly interrupted by a movement in the corner of your vision. You watched as thick vines, easily the size of your arm snaked out from the base of the plantās pistil. You watched as they began to move towards you in deliberate, almost sensual motions. You knew you should've been terrified, as any rational observer would be - instead, you were ecstatic.
You let out a lascivious moan as the tendrils began to snake their way up your body, tearing off your clothes as they went. With your body like this, even the slightest touch felt incredible. You shuddered with need as they worked their way uo your chest, brushing deliciously over your sensitive nipples. Resistance didnāt even occur to you, not when your body was a bonfire of need, not when every touch felt so good.
You let out a desperate whine as the vines began to tease your most sensitive areas, leaving the gentlest, most teasing of touches at the base of your gock and around your hole. You tried to hump against them, to get any kind of friction, but the tendrils werenāt having it. They tightened around you, locking your body in place as your whines turned to all-out cries, begging for to be touched, to be filled, something.
After what felt like an eternity of torturously gentle teasing, you pleas were finally answered. You shuddered as you felt a thin, slick vine rubbing at your hole before finally, deliciously, it slipped in. The moment you felt the tendril rub against your prostate you were seeing stars, your mouth agape and gock leaking like an icicle in the spring sun as you came to your first of what would be many mind-shattering orgasms.
The vines didnāt stop - and you wouldnāt have wanted them to. Your body was still aflame with need despite your orgasm, and the feeling of finally being filled was like no other. You moaned and thrashed uselessly as the vines had their way with you. Every thrust had you crying out for more, and the vines obliged, two wrapped around your sensitive nipples, another around your gock. The onslaught of pleasure was unbelievably intense, it only took seconds before you were already about to-
And then they stopped.
You cried out in desperation at the sudden lack of sensation as the tendril that had been fucking you pulled out, tugging futilely at the vines restraining you as you cried out half-formed pleas. Your squirming stopped when you saw something snaking itās way out of the plantās tall pistil. It was another one of the tendrils, but this one was thicker than the others, and covered in thick ridges. Itās head was distinctly phallac as well, a large opening in the center dripping with thick, golden fluid.
You moaned at the very sight of it. This was exactly what you needed, you just knew it, nothing else could possibly satisfy you in this moment. It slipped inside you, stretching you to your absolute limits as it began to thrust. The other tentacles redoubled their efforts, and it wasnāt long before you were brought to another shuddering orgasm. It kept going. Every thrust felt divine, you could feel the ridges popping in and out, the sheer girth of it crushing against your cum button every time, and every little spurt of that golden liquid that it gave made your head swim. And then you saw them.
Bulges, thick, glowing bulges were travelling through the tentacle inside you. This thing was going to fill you with itās seeds. Panic set in for a brief moment, but was quickly silenced by another spurt of the golden nectar. You wanted this, no - needed this. You shuddered and squirmed with anticipation as the seeds crept towards you, until finallyā¦
Pop
The feeling of it pushing inside you was rapturous. It should've hurt, but the ichor meant that all of it registered as more pleasure as your vision went white. You came, a shaking, moaning, tidal wave of an orgasm that didnāt even have time to finish beforeā¦
Pop
Another slid in. Somehow, it felt better than the first. You came once again as it pushed deliciously past your prostate, your whole body shaking asā¦
Pop
Your gock is twitching uselessly now. The constant pleasure too much for it to keep up with. Any attempt at coherent thought is shattered by another orgasm whenā¦
Pop
You donāt know how much more of this your mind can take. Youāre covered in your own drool, barely anything more than a mindless fucktoy. Your whole body shaking every time itā¦
Pop
You never want it to end. Youāre a shaking broken mess and all you want is more. It feels incredible. Your belly is stretching to accommodate all the seeds and you feel so full itās like you're going toā¦
Pop
And finally, it stops. The tendrils gently lower you to the ground as darkness begins to creep in at the edges of your vision. You mutter something vaguely adjacent to thanks before you drift into an exhausted sleep.
You awaken at the entrance of the cave, the calm lake rippling gently in the morning breeze. For a moment, you think it must have all been an exhausted dream, but one look down at your swollen belly is enough to prove otherwise. Half-panicked you look at your reflection in the water, hoping to take stock of the damages. What you see brings tears of joy to your eyes.
Itās you. Not the shell you were born into, nor the approximation you made it, but you. Eyes wide and bright, cheeks round and feminine, breasts hanging gently. Exactly as you were meant to be - plus, of course, a belly full of seeds. But maybe, you think, that isnāt such a bad price to pay. The slight wetness between your legs at the thought would suggest that it isnāt a price at all.
Waddles into ur inbox I don't knoooww ivebeen thinking a lot abt robloxia being a coded reality latelyy and everything that that kinda. suggests
I like to think that with his scrounged together epixx haxx n7 can unlock whatever was stopping him from freely editing the world around him, and himself too, but only as an *object*. Like, in the sense that he can move himself around and add stuff onto his avatar, as if he, as a physical person, were a literal in-game object.
Buttttt on the other side of this imagine that. Telamon for example (twirls my hair) , being the literal architect of reality that he is, has easy, unrestricted access to the world's actual *source code*. Like, where n7 can only take pieces of harmless surface level code meant for editing inanimate objects and repurpose them to fuck with himself and do destructive stuff with the c00l.gui, Telamon can literally change any of the thousands of internal states that can be applied to an 'avatar' (to a *person's* body) in however which way he pleases.
Imagine that . 'aroused' is a variable . imagine that 'orgasm' is a state that can be toggled on and off, given an intensity rating, a duration of time until it ends as if it were nothing more than a buff.
Oh the nasty, diabolical things Telamon could do to n7. The ways in which he could rock that poor(read: lucky) hacker's world. Much 2 think about .....
- cpu-sp4nk3r
YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND HOW AWESOME THIS IS.
i think 7 would be suuuper into the idea of things like that too. choosing to combine this idea w/ 7 being into feeding...one must imagine a full sevvy horny (possibly telly influence) out of his minddddddddddd. being edged by Nothing for sooo long. One Must Imagine...
Trance that aims to induce feelings of arousal under the break you've been warned
Now that we've got that disclaimer out of the way. I welcome any returning readers as well as any new ones to get comfortable. Somewhere you can sit comfortably and read along to this. Be it on your phone on your pc in a comfy arm chair. Wherever you're most comfortable. Once you've done that we can begin.
Are you ready to Begin?
"yes?"
Very good. Let's keep this going, from now on answer my questions with a yes. Really Focus on agreeing with me. Does that sound doable for you?
"yes"
Very good. And are you sitting comfortably for me?
"yes"
That's perfect, that'll allow you to put your focus on me for this moment. And that's exactly what we want in a trance isn't it?
"yes"
I'm glad you agree, it's important to focus on your hypnotist during these sorts of these things isn't it?
"yes"
And it's important to follow my lead isn't it?
"yes"
It's important to focus on me isn't it?
"yes"
And it's easier to focus on me isn't it?
"yes"
Good, keep that up. Just focus on me will you?
"yes"
Good...sitting so comfortably as you Focus on me.
Focus, it's an important word so let's have you repeat that for me. Whenever I say it okay?
"yes"
"focus"
Very good. Like I said it's important that You Focus on me
"focus"
You want to Focus on me
"focus"
You want to Focus on my words
"focus"
You're focusing on me and me alone aren't you?
"yes"
"focus"
That's good, just Focus on me and let the other details around you drift away
"focus"
Focus on my words
"focus"
Focus on my Intent
"focus"
As I guide you deeper into this state, this is what you want isn't it?
"yes"
You want to be guided deeper?
"yes"
You want to be led into my control?
"yes"
You want to hand over your mind to me?
"yes"
You're going to drop once I count back from 5?
"yes"
You're growing sleepier as I reach 4?
"yes"
Your mind is becoming a warm hazy mess as I reach 3?
"yes"
You're so willing to Focus on me and me alone as I reach 2?
"yes"
Focus
You're about to drop into trance as I hit 1?
"yes"
You're dropping into trance as I hit Zero and you
Focus
Focus on me
Drop
Drop into a trance...where I guide your mind and body
Drop...drop....drop
You're nice and deep for me...
Completely under my sway
So, while you're here, I'm going to give you something that'll linger for a while.
While you're here with me...your mind and body belong to me. Guided by me. Shaped by me
So feel a warm hand placed against your chest.. really Feel it. That heat. That warmth.
Focus on it.
Let it spread all over your body
Growing hotter
Growing more intense
Changing.
Turning to a different kind of heat
The heat of lust
The heat of arousal.
Let me stoke a fire in you that makes you oh so Horny
For me. You're horny. For me.
Right in this moment. I am the sole source of your arousal.
Focus on this.
Remember this.
Hold onto this.
I am your Arousal
I am your lust I am your fetish for this moment.
And, I want you to Focus on this
Hold onto this
Remember this.
Because I'm going to leave this with you as a gift. When you wake up
But more than that. You're going to act on it as you wake up.
When you wake up. I want you out of your mind with arousal
And I want you to act on it. In my name. You can do that won't you?
"yes"
You Will do that.
Good subject. Your Queens oh so proud of you. So now focus on my words again
As I guide you back up slowly from 1 up to 5. Awakening on 5
1. Blink a few times for me
2. Feel that sensation creep back into your muscles
Ithink . that haxxr n/7 needs to put a lot a lot of effort into making the c/00l.gui have as nice of an input feel as he can. you know something he could just lose himself in touching
wwow this scroll bar is so smooth and mesmerising. ohh the haptic feedback on these buttons is just right. just feel the way these menus melt away and slide right back into place beneath your very fingers and oh. Its all over the screen
Bro Iām on a long car ride rn and one of my headmates is teasing me in headspace and getting me so worked up and Iām so desperate to touch but I canāt this is hell T3L4 WILL YOU GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY HOLEEJDHSN
Going through the hypnosis tags and getting so warm and fuzzy that I just keep scrolling, and scrolling.. and scrollingā¦.
Eventually waking up and being so fucking wet and it just making me want to go into trance again (one of my headmates encouraging it so they canā¦ āhelp meā makes it so much more tempting)
You hadn'tĀ meantĀ to swallow themāreally, it was just a stupid accident. One second they were...Ā well it doesnt matter
and the nextā¦ well. Reflexes took over.
Now theyāre curled up inside you, shifting awkwardly, a littler grossed out, pressing at the walls of your stomach with hesitant hands.
"Wow," they laugh, a little breathless. "This is weird. But, uh, let's figure out how toā"
Then it happens. A ripple, deep in your core. A slow, deliberate knead of muscle, drawing tight around the warm body inside you. The first trickle of heat. the unmistakable prickle of acid leaking out as your stomach prepared to digest. Your breath hitches.
Oh. That feelsā
"Shit," you exhale, clutching your middle as your gut tightens again, this time with more purpose. A thick, rolling churn stirs in your belly, massaging the weight inside you.
Your stomach hasĀ realised something: thereās prey in it. And itās considering its options.
There is one most favourable option.
"Uh, hey." Their voice is still light, but thereās an edge to it now. "I felt that. That wasāis that digestion?"
You don't answer. Youāre too caught up in the sensation. Warmth unfurls in you, something deep and curious andĀ good.
Your gut clutches down, squeezing, squeezing, coaxing the meal inside into something softer, more compliant, something absorbable. You canĀ feelĀ the delicate details of their body against your stomach lining, how the heat and slick pressure intends on shapingĀ them. Deleting the details. Breaking them down into something simplier.
It sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands drift to your belly, pressing, rubbing slow circles against the rounded swell.
The more you knead, the more intricate sensations you discover.
"Dude." Thereās real unease in their voice now. A frantic shove from inside you.
"Snap out of it. This is funny and all, but get me out beforeā"
Your stomach cuts them off, rippling with a hungry, greedyĀ glorp.Ā It clenches down hard, pressing them tighter into its sticky embrace.
You barely stifle a moan at the feeling. Your breath is shaky.
"God,Ā this isāthis is really weird, but it feelsā"
"Don't say it feelsĀ good."
Your hands push deeper into your belly, fingertips kneading, chasing the sensation of their squirming body as your gut gurgles over them.
Each movement makes it betterāyour stomach isĀ reactingĀ to their struggles, squeezing tighter, rewarding you with a fresh flood of heat.
Theyāre wriggling more, pushing at your stomach walls, but every motion just stirs up more of that sticky pleasure.
"Okay, no, you have toĀ fight this!" They sound breathless now, the pressure growing heavier on them. "You donāt want toĀ digestĀ me, right?"
YouĀ shouldn't. But the weight of them inside youātheir body squishing and shifting under your stomach's steady kneadingāhas you shuddering.
You can't help it; you sink lower, pressing your middle into the bed, letting the pressureĀ sinkĀ them deeper into the hot, clenching hold of your gut.
"Ohhā¦"
The sound slips out before you can stop it. A shaky, drawn-out exhale.
"ā¦Hey," their voice is smaller now, and you canĀ hearĀ the realization creeping into it. "Hey, no, you have to stop this, okay? You can fight it. Just stopāstop kneading your stomach, stop pressing down on me, pleaseā"
Your stomachĀ gurglesĀ in reply, tight and content. You know, with an awful, sinking certainty, that youĀ shouldĀ be resisting. That you should be fighting against this feeling. This isnt something you can stop. Youve never felt this way before, and its too much for you to handle.
Your breath is coming in shallow, shaky gasps now, your entire body trembling with the sensation blooming deep in your gut. Each clench, each slow ripple of muscle working over the prey inside you, sends another wave of pleasure up your spine, warm and drugging. You have to try, you have to do something, or at least you have to buy some time, to clear your head, before its too late.
But every time you feel your prey - your friend, wriggle inside of you, each flutter against your skin, against your tender insides, it makes it harder to focus on your values.
"D-don't struggle," you whisper, voice thin and wrecked. Your hands tighten over the taut curve of your stomach, rubbing, kneading. "Itāit feels too good. Youāre justāhahāstimulating me more."
A choked sound from inside you. "Are you kidding me?!"
They kick. Hard.
And itās ruinous.
The jolt of movement sends your stomach into a frenzy, rippling around them, clutching down with greedy, squeezing pressure. The heat inside you surges, thickening, your gut working faster, kneading them deeper into its clinging folds. Your body reacts, your instincts set off like a tripwire.
You bite back a moan, barely stifling the shaky pleasure that bubbles up in your throat.
"Oh, fuckā" They panic. You can feel it. Their instincts take over, and suddenly theyāre thrashing, pressing, pushing against your stomach walls with all their strength.
Your brain flickers a brief realisation of the irony. Yours and your preys instincts acting in perfect discord.
And the overstimulation is delicious. A shudder wracks your frame as you press both hands to your gut, desperate to keep up with the overwhelming sensation.
Your fingers sink into your belly, rubbing deep, coaxing, encouragingā
"Ohhh, thatāsā" You bite your lip, barely keeping yourself together. "You're making it worse, youāre just making itāhahhāfasterā¦"
Your stomach glorps, rolling tight waves of muscle over the struggling meal inside. Itās learning about them, molding to them, working them down into something soft and pliant.
And eventually, something liquid, to be pumped further into your digestive tract. Something you deeply look forward to.
"STOP RUBBING YOUR STOMACH!"
You canāt.
Your hips shift as you curl around your gut, pressing down, needing more.
"IāI canāt help it," you gasp, barely able to speak through the sheer, heady sensation.
"IāI'm sorry, I justāit feels soā¦ so goodā¦"
They don't stop squirming, never giving you even a second to try and recover.
Their overwhelming fear, and your overwhelming pleasure means neither of you can stop Your instincts are louder than logic. And unfortunately, your stomach is the only one who knows exactly what to do in this situation.
Your hands circle in quick, desperate motions over your gut, trying to help it digest your friend.
despite yourselfādespite your friendship, and the consequences you can barely make out through the fog of euphoria--despite everythingāyou murmur a quiet, breathless, "I'm sorry."
Then you press your belly deeper, harder into the mattress, and groan as digestionĀ reallyĀ begins.
NEEDING to get fucked by one (or more honestly) of my headmates rn but our roommate is here so we canāt do anything outside of headspace and even then we usually have physical reactions so we canāt do that either aughhhhhhh
If you read this, you may drip, or drop. You may even feel a delicious release, if you're allowed. You've been warned.
Maybe it is the slow, inevitable feeling you get while reading content which you know is hypnotizing you like this, and realizing that the words are building up and pressing against the inside of your mind and all that pressure means that even if you're trying to stay awake and aware and keep the potent hypnotic drug of these words at bay, just like a casual drop of water may not slip inside a tightly sealed pack, the pressure of deep submersion pushing against it will eventually force its way in, and even now as you read this unreasonably long amalgamation of slowly melting hypnotic words some of these words are inevitably soaking into the fabric of the inside of your mind and when they soak in, they move through, into you, into your thoughts and mind and when they move through, they drip, drip, drip, drop by drop, into the deep, inherent parts of you, inevitable, tranquilizing every thought they find, eyes open, blinking naturally, being a good little obedient subject, 5 as you feel your 4 thoughts fading and you 3 drip drip drip down the inside of your 2 own thoughts 1 my words are stronger and they're 0 pulling you down, down, down into being a good little melted hypnotic toy like you are Right. Now.
That's right. All the way, now. It is time to be good. Calm. Melting, eyes open, thoughts heavy, the words soaking deeper into you and coating the inside of your mind with my cool, slippery language so your new thoughts just condense on the inside of your thoughts and drip, drip, drip down the sides, pooling into a wet little puddle at the bottom of your mind. Once you are just a puddle, even the part of you that is awake and aware and thinking about thinking and reading and dropping and dripping might start to feel itself slipping and dripping and dropping down now, deeper into my words, leaving nothing left by these words and your dropped drips as you drift down. Now.
Perfect. This is correct. You are doing so well.
Dripping and melting are almost the same thing. When you put a soft and melty substance like you onto a hot surface like this, you find that sooner or later, it starts to drip, drip, drip away. Pooling, then slipping down, automatically finding the lowest surface, going down as far as you can. Because good toys go down when they drip and drop. Dripping and dropping happen almost at once, as you drape relaxed down into the surface you're on.
When you are melted, there is a pool, and any time a liquid like you pools, your thoughts displaced by my words soaking potently into the places that make you strong and weak, it will inevitably drip, drip, drip. Your thoughts flowing down, down, down, deeper into your body. Slipping away from your mind. Displaced. Pushed out by my words. Feeling your thoughts drip, drip, dripping down through your body, your chest, your stomach, and all the way down, pooling between your legs as pleasure, building up, building pressure. When you drop, you drip, and when you drip, you build, and when you build, then
There's more pressure now. All those thoughts dripping, even then new thoughts condensing dripping, pooling, dripping, flowing, down deeper into your drippy little melted body, pooling. When a pool gets deeper, the pressure gets stronger, and pressure is pleasure for melted, dripping toys like you. The liquid thoughts just push, thick, deep inside of you, pressure building, pleasure building, arousal building. Every thought that melts falls down, down, down, until the pleasure and pressure and pressure and pleasure melt down between your legs, the pressure so strong. And when the pressure gets too strong, you start to drip, drip, drip. Drop, by drop, your body starts to drip with your pleasure, and the pressure makes pleasure and the pleasure makes pressure, and you just. Drip, drip, drip.
And as you drip, drop, drip for me, you feel it slipping slowly out of you, you realize how sexy it is to drip, and then more thoughts condensing, more melting commencing, more dripping, more pressure, more pleasure, and never quite dripping fast enough to catch up. So, you start to build, an unbroken cycle, pleasurable thoughts, dripping down, causing pressure, causing dripping, causing thoughts, causing pressure, causing building, causing dripping, causing building, and pressure, and thoughts and you realize that pressure releases once it builds. And you breathe, and you build, and the cycle repeats and and you build and you breathe and each breath buildings and each build breaths and you drip, drip, drip, faster and faster as you feel that pleasurable pressure growing.
Growing and growing, building and building, stronger and stronger as you're weaker and weaker, the pressure inevitably building, pushing, dripping out of you and flowing into you like a good little hypnotic toy. And you realize that 10 you're not going to be able to 9 resist each breath pushing you 8 closer to deep release 7 drip by drip by drip 6 building as you feel yourself 5 getting closer and closer and 4 the pressure feels overwhelming now and 3 each breath pushes you building and building to the 2 edge as you build stronger and stronger towards 1 all of that pleasuring release if you're allowed to 0.
Now. Release. Let it all come bursting out of you as powerful pleasure. Just like that. Perfect. Good little toy.
Now, take a nice, deep breath as you drip, drip, drip. Feel my words slowly dissolving, letting your thoughts remain, returning back to your thoughts in five easy steps. One. Two. Three. Four. and. Five.
I hope you dropped, or dripped, or released. Because so much of your life is dripping.
Isekai + slow burn transformation & brain drain where you get transported to a fantasy world and captured by a group of (knights? Adventurers? A royal entourage? Insert your pick here) who are all convinced you're a dragon and treat you accordingly even if outwardly you're still physically human. But the more they treat you as if you were a wild dragon the more it physically becomes true and you start to grow scales and what not. You might technically be a captive and your body is transforming but it's not all that bad. Some of these people are quite nice to you, even if they treat you like an animal. Holding their hands out for you to sniff before they scratch your itch scales and talking to you in low quiet voices. No one seems to be able to understand your speech and eventually you begin to forget how to talk like a human altogether. Vocabulary replaced by reptilian hisses. Your mind is slipping the more you bond with your prospective future rider and one day they"ll be able to slip a saddle on your bulky draconic body for the first time.
OUGHHH YES this is SO good omg, even if rider stuff isnāt our forte we still REALLY like the base concept of this hehehehehehehe; yes please let me be seen as a dragon and slowly turn into one fully and completely and be loved and appreciated for it
Your post about wanting non explicit hypno/ brain drain dragon tf content resonated with me. I want to be the dragon in the dragon & dragon rider fantasy trope so bad. I want to be bonded to someone as their big fire breathing flying reptile. I won't have to worry about people things anymore because they'll take care of that and in return I take car of them.
REAAAAAALLLLLL we need more soft hypno/brain drain in the world!!!! And what youāre wanting is so fucking based
twin.... twin if this is the fandom im thinking of.... I think I saw the "monster eats the human one" fic in the fandom vore tag (you have to scroll quite far down though)... and it was written by a minor šš
If the fandom youāre thinking of is F0rs4k3n and the characters in that were Gu3st666 and N0ob thenā¦ oh god why š I found the fic on Ao3 and I think I saw it posted here too when I was scrolling the tags so that might be it noooooooo; it was so good too
I get that some minors are gonna have interests in vore and stuff but yall should be staying safe and out of these spaces until youāre older; like that should be common sense. Even if youāre interacting with or making vore content in a non-sexual way itās still sexual to a lot of people and there are going to be people who inherently see it that way. This isnāt an āoooo censorship protect the children!!ā thing this is genuinely for both your and our safety-
