I'm such a disgusting, perverted bitch for my own dog.
It started as “designer bully breeding,” I let my big, muscular bully stud mount me and breed me like a bitch in heat. Months later I pushed out a litter of puppies… including my own doggy son.
The moment he was old enough, I got down on all fours, presented my dripping pussy to my own dog son, and let him mount me. He fucked me harder than his father ever did, knot swelling huge inside me while he pumped his potent cum straight into the same womb he came from.
Every time I give birth, I immediately start prepping the next round. I raise my dog sons, train them to use me as their personal cumsleeve, and then let them fuck me again the second they can knot. My cunt is full of thick doggy cum and my womb keeps swelling with litter after litter of inbred puppies.
I’m nothing but a filthy human incubator for my own inbred dog family now. My pussy is permanently loose and sloppy from constant breeding. My tits leak milk for the pups while my womb is already busy growing the next generation of my own dog sons and grandsons. My body used as a cum dump and incubator for multiple generations of my own bloodline all fucking and breeding me.
Rescued cow girl is sent from her abusive ranch to a mountain ranch known for "improving". Turns out the "shots" have growth hormones, and her body responds intensely to them- especially her pussy~
Going from such a dark place into a much brighter, welcoming mountain ranch where she'd finally be able to feel good. In more ways than one... all of the shots that she took to get stronger, to improve her body and mind, they were going to improve her ability to feel pleasure too~
Her breasts obviously grew, as she became a healthier, bustier cowgirl, she got a bit taller and stronger physically as well, which was definitely something you could consider an 'improvement'. Her milk production was increasing at a steady pace, that was slowly hastened by these hormone shots. Overall, her lower body only got a bit plumper, though the real changes down there were in her crotch area.
Her pussy had gone from average to a bloated handful, with an extremely sensitive clit, and plenty of wet natural lubrification that made using the toys that the ranch provided much easier and much more pleasurable.
As she got used to her new home, she stopped just feeling happy that she grew at all and started feeling...greedy for the first time, wanting to bring more bliss to her ever growing pussy as it had grown as big as her head by now! Her clit was as huge as her nipples - which was quite the big deal considering she was a very busty cowgirl now - and it was always stimulated during her milking sessions, so that she could achieve orgasms every day, and occasionally multiple times a day.
Eventually, she had a pussy that was heavily bloated, sensitive, and turgid, bigger than a yoga ball, making it impossible to close her legs. Her thighs did help rub her enormous genitals though, as she needed several toys, both hands and both thighs all at the same time now, due to how needy her pussy had gotten.
She was definitely 'improved', especially since she was far happier now...the ranch also continued giving her these special hormones, even though she had already long passed her supposed 'goals', though she really didn't mind it one bit~ <3
A woman finds a bowl of mini chocolate eggs at a party, not realising that every egg she eats adds another egg to her womb
You've never seen someone eat so much chocolate. A normal person would've gotten sick of them by now.
But she just keeps eating and eating. Stuffing herself with the tiny sweets.
She's eaten so much that her gut is bulging from her consumption. Though she really shouldn't be this bloated from just these tiny chocolate eggs... and her engorged gut sits quite a bit lower than a 'full belly' should.
She's picked up a whole bowl of the chocolate eggs. Nobody's trying to stop her. Nobody at this outdoor Easter party has made any comments about how those eggs were meant for everyone. She's just sitting there. Her expanding gut slowly spreading her legs.
She looks every bit like a woman deep into pregnancy. Her distended belly having fully escaped her shirt, it pokes out over her tight athletic shorts.
Shorts far tighter than they were a few moments ago. Strained containing her visibly wider hips. Fabric digs into her massive camel toe, visibly moistened by her wetness.
Another party-goer brings her a bowl as her gravid form threatens to pin her down to the floor below her. She accepts the offering, devouring the chocolates as if posessed by Famine itself.
People are placing pillows on the ground beneath her, as her over-productive, egg-laden womb forces her to her knees.
More guests gather around her. Some caressing her belly, softly cooing in awe and worship. Others now gently press more chocolate eggs past her lips. Two guests have attached themselves to her massive teat-like nipples. Her breasts, freed from her restrictive clothes by her dutiful attendants.
Even you are feeding her, now. Unable to stand in front of her, you stand behind her, marveling at the gravid sphere filling the grassy field meter by meter as her fertility only seems to multiply rapidly with the consumption of more easter themed confections.
She's fully lifted off the ground by about a foot and a half. Her ass, while nowhere near the size of her ova-bloated gut, is at least as large as you. Her rear, and the rest of her body, rests, suspended off the ground. her athletic shorts, now so torn into shreds they barely function as a scandelous g-string, have burried themselves deep in her massive gaping cunt.
You stare at it, in awe, as you pass basket after basket up to an attendant seated on top of her wobbling rear.
Her pussy, spewing a constant deluge of feminine lubricant, pulses and yawns. It gapes wide, all on its own, demanding to be filled. Her need to be fertilized is felt by you and everyone in the group, but none of you dare make a move.
She isn't ready yet. She isn't fertile enough.
Even still, she must be worshipped. With both hands, you massage the internal walls of her gaping cunt, allowing her divine juices to wash over you. You gently pull and stretch her opening wider, still, preparing her. Making her more form more 'right'... more appropriate for breeding.
Chocolate is fed to her in a slurry now. You don't know where the tube came from, but she's being pumped full of liquified chocolate eggs.
You don't care, so long as she keeps consuming the endless slurry.
Your face is firmly pressed against her head dwarfing clitoris. Kissing it, licking it, worshiping it. Your hands paw at it, gently, as they massage it in any way they can. Meanwhile a few dozen worshipers act as a team to massage her vaginal entrance while a half a dozen more work to stretch her wider still.
She'll birth an entire generation. An entire civilization. She'll be mother to all of existance.
But until she's fertile enough, she must be fed and worshipped. Even as her juices wash away the remains of the earth and the moon...even as her gravid form dwarfs the Milky Way..... she's still grows ever more fertile.
A commission for @/TatetheLynxgoat over on twitter. Tate-pir sneaks into Gag's secret stash of fetishy stuff and found a drink that says it will turn you " Big and Sexy" As much as Tate thought it would do something else, it sure did what it said on the bottle. Now she is a big horny blob
Mimegirl stream where she jerks off the air, but it causes everyone watching to cum. Progressively strokes seemingly larger dicks causing viewers, both male and female, to become larger and more potent themselves.
When you tuned into the stream, the mime girl was already stroking the air with a gloved hand.
When she leaned forward and opened her mouth, stroking faster you couldn't help but squirm in your seat.
She was staring right at the bottom of the frame. But it felt like she was staring directly at your cock — desperate for you to finish on her face.
And then you did.
Or rather, you creamed your own pants.
Her fingers tensed around the invisible rod as she winced her eyes. Invisibile ejaculate painting slapping onto her painted face.
She let go of the phantom rod, leaned back, and then began cleaning her face off and licking her glove "dry".
You peeled out of your sullied garments, kicking your pants and undergarments to the the far side of your room.
When you look back at the stream, you see the mime is freaking out. Absolutely tweaking.
She points down, toward the camera, her face in a shocked "o". Then she claps her hands together, silently, before incrementally increasing the distance between each gloved apendage.
One inch.
Two inches...
Three...
She keeps shifting her hands further apart until they're nearly a foot and a half away from each other.
She then places a hand to her abdomen, with a face that shifts toward curiosity.
She recreates the same distance, but vertically, from the height of her thigh gap, up.
She firmly shakes her head, rapidly increasing the distance to well above her head, nodding vigorously.
She brings her hands back to the original distance, shakes her head one more time, crosses her arms and then dramatically closes her eyes.
It takes all of three seconds before the mime peeps one eye open, leans forward, and begins to drool.
You finally sit back down in your chair. As you do, however, you feel your thighs press your nuts into your chair.
You freeze
You almost accidentally sat on your nuts and crushed them. Been a while since that last happened.
You reach down to scoop the testes out of the way, but are met with two hefty tennis balls.
Weighty and warm in the embrace of your palm. You're almost too scared to look with your eyes.
You instead check on the stream real quick. The mime is nodding her head.
Your cock twitches.
You glance down.
That... thing..... that isn't your cock. Well it is... but...... it's fucking huge.
Like as long as your forearm, huge.
And it feels... it feels like the air itself is going to cause your sensitive, recently-enhanced equipment to go off again.
You look back at the stream.
She isn't nodding.
She's bobbing her head up and down on a cock while attempting to swallow its length.
You can actually see her throat bulging out as whenever she leans forward.
Chat is just egging her on. Begging her to take their cocks deeper down her throat.
She holds up a hand. Three fingers extended. She closes one.
Two fingers left.
Closes another.
One more remaining.
When her fist closes, she leans all the way into the camera, leaving only just the top of her hair and her cute little beret in view.
Your nuts clench. Hard.
Cum paints the underside of your desk for several seconds. The mime starts shaking, visibly, but doesn't let up.
Your cock continues to spasm, orgasm not even beginning to wane.
Her hand taps against the camera lense.
Eventually, you finish. Half a second later, she begins to slowly back away, mouth stretched exceptionally wide.
She keeps backing away.
Further.
And further.
As she does, your cock rises into view, in the space between you and your monitor.
Finally, she reels back, dramatically catching her breath, while her hands maintain a steady grip on a wide object.
Presumably, cock.
You don't need to try and compare measurements. You're already sure your beast is now just as thick as the invisible monster on the stream.
Some people in chat are begging for more. Begging to grow even bigger.
She silently coughs, before wiping non-existent tears from her eyes. Her makeup still immaculate, not a single millimeter of paint smudged or out of place.
She tilts the camera upward, before stepping out of frame.
Bare footsteps quietly tap one at a time.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She shows up in frame.
Tap.
She stands a bit higher up.
Tap.
She's climbed even higher, still.
Tap.
She now stands directly above the camera.
It is only now you notice the mime was never wearing any pants or underwear. Just socks and her nude, painted ass swaying in the open air. You couldn't see from the frontward angle, but from below, you see her velvet folds starkly against the rest of her crotch, smoothly shaven and painted in clown-white.
Her mound is exceptionally plump and glistening.
Her legs spread, slightly, as does her flower. Very real pussy juices drip down toward the lens. She couldn't fake that, like with her tears, it seems.
She straddles her invisible mount, resting atop it with the fullness of her weight.
The camera, and all the viewers of the stream, can see straight into her yawning cunt. Her lips spread wider as her vaginal entrance dilates by several inches.
Not nearly enough to take the invisible meat pillar.
You feel the pressure of her full weight on the tip of your cock. You want need to fully penetrate the mime, to spear her lithe frame with your meat and pump her full of hot sperm-rich semen. But all you can do is stare at her through the stream.
The mime pulls out a large black square, from out of frame.
She holds it in one hand, blocking direct view of her pussy and thighs. With her other hand, she, again, holds up three fingers.
Counting down from 3.... 2.... 1....
She tosses the square away. Her pussy... no, more accurately, the hungry maw that was her pussy easily envolopes the invisible cock-head.
She's doing her best to grip the sides of the phantom phallus with the soles of her painted feet, but her incredibly well-lubricated entrance continues to slip down.
You can see every inch of her nerve dense flesh as it lowers down closer and closer to the camera. Several feet of bright pink flesh held open, but not at all stretched, by her transparent mount.
You FEEL when she bottoms out. The phantom wet slap of a mass of well lubricated flesh that could easily dwarf your whole body.
You can no longer see the mime.
The only thing you and the rest of the viewers can see right now is a red pulsating mass of flesh.
You then you feel her squeezing you, while her vaginal walls pull inward on stream.
She squeezes her mount again.
And again.
And again.
The mime is trying to milk you and every other viewer until anyone watching the stream becomes some sort of building-sized cock and balls that exist for the sole purpose of please and stretch out mime pussy.
And you're going to let her do that to you. You could turn off the stream and walk away. But you know you won't.
She pulls herself up using an invisible rope before slamming back down, hard. You see her womb distending her belly just before her cunt blocks your view.
You aren't her captive, of course. You very well could close out of your browser before she makes your balls so heavy they immobilize you even when you're spent and empty.
But you still can't leave.
Your cock won't let you.
More accurately, your nuts won't let you.
You're a captive to your own overfull cum factories. A slave to their need. You'll do exactly what they want you to do. You'll give in to the mime, completely. Even if your bloated testes will only get more productive and more demanding of release.
"Release"
Release is exactly what you are experiencing right this moment.
Nutsludge arcs through the air, over your monitor, and slaps, loudly, against the wall behind your desk. Heavy splatters of spent spooge send backsplash flying toward you — most of which gets blocked by the telephone pole of a cock in front of you.
This time you can very much feel your sex swelling. Surging with growth. Your nuts press into the floor and rapidly fill the space under your desk, lifting it up, outright.
Your cock rises higher and higher, pressing into the ceiling as your orgasm peaks. Your seed rains down from above, coating you in white, much the same as the mime, herself.
You can't see her stream, anymore, past her cock. Not that it matters, your nuts ripped your setup's surge-protector from the wall.
No longer tethered to the mime through the stream, your orgasm quickly dies down and the growth stops.
You're panting. Catching you're breath. You find with enough effort you could still consider yourself barely mobile — dragging your sensitive nuts across the room just to see. Your cock smears cum and, now, pre across the ceiling.
Fitting through the door may be a little difficult and public decency is off the table.
But you could still live your life, possibly with the help of some form of custom mobility aid. It wouldn't be a "normal" life, but it would be your own, and not one spent dedicating yourself to pleasuring a mime you'll never meet in person.
Your phone buzzes. You're right next to where you tossed your pants, earlier.
You retrieve your device.
The notification is just a wave emoji. A colorless one.
No.
Not colorless - White, like a glove.
Clicking the notification opens a page on Bluesky. The mime's page, of course.
You don't recall following them... you don't even have notifications enabled for Bluesky.
The post finally loads.
A link to her stream on a third party site, after having been banned from twitch. The stream is free for all to access, of course.
Your finger hovers over the home button.
But then you notice the attached photo, peeking out at the bottom of your screen. You slide your thumb up, bringing the photo in view.
It's her, stretched even wider than when you left the stream. Wider than the room you're standing in, probably. No... not stretched..... gaping open, without anything inserted whatsoever, invisible or not.
Your finger hovers over the link to the streaming site.
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I didn't actually want to go out of my way to write the fem perspective of this story, but let's just say that pussy havers grew in tandem with the mime.
I had a lot of fun with this one. A whole lot. As much as I love clowns... I find mimes even hotter a lot of the time.
If only there was something that bridged the gap between mime, clown, and jester... like.... a Pierrot. Oh how delightful they are.
That same sympathetic genie from before is found by another woman, who in her excitement blurts out: "I want the biggest, plushest, most sensitive lips ever!"
The genie, once again uncertain which lips she means, starts plumping up both pairs of her lips...
Making both pairs grow so that she'd be right no matter what the woman was referring to SEEMED like a good idea. After a few moments, the lady's body started quivering in arousal, moans coming from in between the growing, plush lips on her face, that were bigger than any bimbo's and perfect for sucking on some.. 'delicious treats', and then her legs were shaking with something growing between them, her other pair of lips, these just as sensitive, and growing just as big, covering plenty of space and letting plenty of 'drool' out, creating a large, wet spot in her pants.
One hand went up to her face to squeeze and rub those lips, the other went down to stimulate her clit and the rest of her lower lips. Though then the genie thought...maybe if she had made just one pair bigger first, she would have feedback as to whether or not that was the correct decision... but that was impossible now, the woman was too lost in excitement about BOTH sets of lips that the genie wouldn't have a clue if it was mainly because of one set or the other. Who knows, maybe she even wanted both sets to grow after all, and was purposefully ambiguous? This was all going through the genie's head, but seeing the lady drop to the floor, moaning and rubbing herself maniacally with intense orgasmic waves hitting her body over and over as her lower lips reached closer to her knees with her pussy forcing her legs apart more and more, and as her face was utterly dominated by red, giant lips, made the genie think that it didn't matter after all.
It didn't matter because the woman was even more ecstatic than before she made her wish. Even if she didn't intend to grow one of the pairs, she was still absolutely loving it on both sides, and didn't seem to mind how much they continued to grow...and grow...and GROW...
Thank goodness she had such a sympathetic, competent Genie fulfilling her deepest desires! Though maybe she should get a new wish, to be able to handle all the new weight on her body...hiding the lips on her face was impossible, but at least she could try to find pants to cover the enormous pussy that'd inevitable soak them completely wet... who knows, less thinking, more cumming, and if she can manage to process a proper thought later and come up with a new wish, the Genie will still be there. Hoping it's something lewd instead~ <3
A woman makes a wish one night for wider hips. But unknown to her whoever heard the wish made sure to make it happen in very odd ways. They decided to make her pussy swell and grow. Her lips would become massive and cause intense cameltoes and the perpetual growing would make her hips wider to accommodate it. Along with it her thighs and butt grow along. Too bad she never said how wide she wanted them.
Well, she certainly got her wish! She even got some added bonuses that she didn't mention in her own wish. It might have been implied that her ass and thighs would swell alongside her hips so that she could still have fairly proportionate legs, but she surely never expected her pussy lips to grow the way they did.
In fact, they were the primary reason why her hips grew in the first place. It started off almost too subtle to notice, but soon enough she'd start growing a cameltoe that was visible in any pair of tight pants. The bulging only continued, going from having a big pussy to having a properly huge one - and with all the nerve endings especially the ones near her clitoris also multiplying dramatically, making it much more sensitive in addition to the aforementioned size upgrade.
Sitting down with a pussy like that inevitably caused her legs to spread apart, as trying to close her thighs would only result in squeezing her pussy tightly, which would get her completely wet, losing any and all concentration on whatever she was doing.
So she kind of had a thigh gap now, with her hips widening to compensate for this 'deviation' to her normal sitting position - and even the way she walked, she had to sway her hips with extra poise, all while hoping her also bloated thighs didn't rub too much against her watermelon dwarfing pussy.
It had been months and even with her adapting the best she could, she only kept growing, her pussy was large enough to reach her knees, it was constantly wet as if she had a personal waterfall between her legs, and of course, her hips and consequently her ass, that she wished to have bigger, were now constantly getting jammed in doorways, too wide to fit through even the largest doors in her house.
What was the limit? If she kept going like this, she'd have to enter her house through the garage door, due to becoming too wide to fit anywhere else. Who knows what'd happen if she grew too wide for the garage and the house in general, with pussy lips that reached the floor, and a clit that could cause orgasmic thrills from any tiny stimulation...
Maybe she just needed to pay attention to the sky, for another wishing star to come by~?
