dare i say.. hyrbid!poly 141 x reader x oviposition?? hear me out on this.. maybe... only if your comfortable!
rrrrr yesyesyes.
going with something non descriptive for what hybrid they are, since im not sure what you'd prefer!!
cw: poly!141, ovipostion, belly bulge
you had no idea ot would get like this when you joined their little polycule!! you knew they were hybrids, and given their species you know they lay eggs - but you didn't expect to be their little incubator:((
passed around between them, belly slowly sweelling from them pumping their eggs into you again and again, hole sore at this point :( theyre making out, groping each other to be able to keep going to get all of their eggs into you - they're already so excited for when they're ready to hatch, seeing you all swollen with their eggs, knowing you'll have to lay them eventually:((
Y’know how Airachnid was the one to find the Insecticon hive in TFP? What if, for whatever reason, Optimus was nearly and noticed the obvious drill holes from Airachnid, and went down to investigate?
The two end up yapping at each other for a minute once they encounter each other before starting to fight, which wakes up the hive and all the Insecticons are drooling watching these two potential queens fight. And Optimus manages to get the upper hand and make Airachnid flee.
The Insecticons are all like “all hail new Queen!” and Oppy is flustered at the attention he suddenly got. Some random Insecticon asks Optimus if he wants to be bred up like a proper Queen and his engine revs so loudly at that (breeding kink Oppy for the win) and the Insecticons are loving their new Queen and, after some convincing, they have a breeding session right now :3
And what an awkward sight whichever Autobot finds him stumble upon
Hive queen OPTIMUS. HIVE QUEEN OPTIMUS. AS HE SHOULD.
He shouldn't be fighting in this war, he should be breed, kept happy. his hive can fight for him, Queen do not get up, they can help him with what ever he needs.
And ya when Ratchet finds out where he has gone too, they are very much going to be in for a surprise, and having to cover the kids eyes not to see the insecticon fucking Optimus.
i've been rereading your masterlist and if you ever wanted to explore steve stuffing himself with coins again i'd love to see it. or bucky, whichever feels right
Rereading is so nice!! Thank you ❤️❤️🥺🥹
(original little Steve & object vore)
I can't help but revisit this version of Steve, who loves to stuff down anything he can get his grubby little hands on, in light of the Easter spirit. Even if I don't believe in Jesus and Christianity myself, so I don't actually celebrate. Anyway, basically, what I'm telling you is that what feels right is stuffing that little glutton with gelatin eggs 🥵😳
Unbeta'd belly kink ahead!! The pairing is pre-serum Steve and Winter Soldier Bucky. Warnings for stuffed Steve, oral and anal stuffing, "object" vore, oviposition, bad puns, name-calling (mostly "bunny"), mentioned birthing, mentioned bursting, etc.
Ack! Huuurk! Gah! Guk! Nnnghh!
Hot in the face - hot and tingly down his whole body, actually - Steve starts to feel the Jell-O egg he just shoved whole into his mouth slide down his esophagus. Thanks to all the practice he’s had, swallowing so much, especially today, all these eggs, he shouldn’t have any trouble horking down his Easter treat except for the fact that simultaneously, Bucky is doing him in, using a brand new, big, big toy (it’s even bigger than Bucky’s real cock, and that’s saying something. He’s a beast, over six feet tall, broader through the chest and shoulders than a wall, and huge everywhere). It’s an ovipostitor, bumpy, weird, and fucking massive. Steve has no idea why he’s never owned one before, but maybe that’s a good thing because he probably would’ve stuffed himself to popping a long time ago. At least, in theory, with Bucky here, he won’t go so crazy. He has another hedonist for accountability, and that has to count for something, right?
Bucky is over his shoulder, behind him, sabotaging him by shoving another gelatin egg up his ass while Steve stuffs his other end.
Ah, ahh!
Steve wordlessly, breathlessly gasps as his mouth-stuffed egg slides deeper because the ass-stuffed egg is going so deep inside. He’ll never get used to that. His mouth is meant for that. It’s supposed to carry food down. It’s novel every time, so far, with the ovipostitor. The egg, god, the egg in his ass is getting so deep inside of him. At first, it’s simply as deep as Bucky’s horse-cock dick would get, and his little, tight body is already shaking, but then it keeps going. The egg travels deeper, deeper, and deeper. Inside, Steve squeezes and ripples around it, his muscles involuntarily activating - driving him wild.
It feels gluttonous. It feels hedonistic. It feels unbearably erotic, the way his body, inside, comes alive with all this filling. It’s additive -
The way his body squeezes that egg, muscling it up concurrently with his red-cheeked sputters and chokes as he swallows, squeezing another egg down. The two meet in the middle - in his bulging middle - where all the rest have piled up. Now, that is addictive. The pile up. A whole highway of cars inside his lithe body, showing almost obscenely on the outside.
When the egg down his throat meets the pile of Jell-O eggs inside his stomach, they all jiggle. Steve’s whole tummy jiggles; it’s hanging down low. He’s a little potbelly pig. He’s huge. Big. Stuffed. The eggs are heavy, not as heavy as some of the things Steve dares to swallow, but it’s enough heft to make him moan. Helplessly, his knees slide further apart, body going limp and open on instinct - ready to be fucked and ruined.
“Un-uh,” Bucky scolds him, slapping his ass just to manhandle his legs back closer together, removing the ovipositor in a gut-tightening pull, “hop up, bunny, I’m not done with you yet.”
Steve moans, guttural. He doesn’t want to stay on all fours, heavy gut pulling his spine into a pornographic arch. He wants to lie on his fat belly. He wants to use it like a bean bag, jiggly and soft. He wants to lie down and take it, fatten up; he doesn’t want to work. Ew!
“You have to hide all of these eggs,” Bucky clicks his tongue at him, pinching his still spanking sore ass, “so either you keep swallowing some of them, too, or they’re all going down the rabbit hole,” he pats his spread open, lax rim as he chuckles at himself, his pun.
(For a split second, Steve wonders if his boyfriend can see the eggs inside him, through his stretched-out rim, but that mental image fries his brain so much he immediately forgets it anyway.)
Steve would give him grief about the line, about all this theming, really, he’s never been very festive, but… he’s a little busy drooling, and huuuhgh, huhhhhhnn… gulp. Gulp. Swallowing. Swallowing. It’s a fight to get another one down. The latest egg - and the several immediately piled up, pressurized, behind it - nearly comes back up when Bucky shoves the ovipostitor back in.
Oh.
It spreads him so wide.
He has to whine.
There are so many eggs inside him. He feels egg-heavy, stuffed like a Butterball Turkey. He’s full - overfull - from his drooling mouth to his stretched esophagus to his overcrowded stomach to his bulging intestines to his stuffed rectum and anus. Asdfghjkl. He’s so engorged and fat that he’s malfunctioning.
He had no idea what was going to happen to him when Bucky sent him out all day yesterday and then, this morning, told him to clean out. He had suspicions, but he didn’t know. And he never stopped to think that his boyfriend would be kicking him out of the house in order to make a million brightly colored Jell-O eggs for the purpose of stuffing him silly with them in an all-out, erotic, Easter-themed sex marathon. If he had thought that, he wouldn’t have been allowed to go out in public because he would have already been rolling onto all fours on the kitchen floor, begging Bucky to shove them in him now, impatient and greedy. Or worse, he would have immediately been craving that fullness so bad he would’ve been swallowing all their real eggs, raw, and then moving onto all their spare change, all of Bucky’s hairties, and all of anything he could get his overindulgent, kleptomaniac hands on. If he did already swallow a few little tiny things from the shops while he was out (nothing more harmless than a few grapes from the bag of fruit he didn’t buy, a button or two… or three… off of a shirt at the thrift store, washed and freshly placed on the rack, and a cork from the nice bottle of wine he treated himself to at lunch per Bucky’s suggestion), that’s neither here nor there.
Here, he is, fat with eggs.
His hanging, jiggling, bulging tummy. Stuffed forcefully, knee-weakeningly, inside him, the eggs are soft and bouncy, but firm enough that they still show their shape, pressing out from within his guts.
Guh.
Just looking down and being able to see them all in there is making him whimper. It feels so good.
“You okay, bunny?” Bucky coos maddeningly down at him, rubbing his lumpy, widening side from behind with calloused, huge hands in a way that’s supposed to be soothing but is really just making him want to scream with pleasure.
“Yess,” Steve slurs, wet eyes rolling back.
“Then keep hiding those eggs for me, bun,” he swats his gut, letting it sway heavily, harshly side to side.
God, it’s like a pendulum between his shaking arms and legs.
There are so many eggs in there!
“C’mon, you don’t want to have me stuff them down your throat. I’ll be much less gentle,” Bucky threatens. “I know you look so soft and delicate with that pink nose and long ears, little bun, but you’re much dirtier than your pretty fur makes you look.”
Steve moans with abandon. It’s a guttural sound. His guts. He can feel his insides tightening around the eggs. More eggs. His whole body is vibrating with pleasure. This feels so good. Too good. It’s too much. But… more.
“More,” he moans.
They’re so smooth inside him, bouncy and squishable, yet firm. The Jell-O eggs. They hold their shape enough to stay intact inside him, but they also curve and mold so well into the nooks, crannies, and curves within him that, god, he’s going to explode. There’s no more space! It’s all filled! Fuck being an Easter bunny, he’s a piñata. Or, no, no, he’s like a fat, factory hen, so overburdened with yolky, fatty eggs that he can’t move. He just has to sit there on his nest, clucking and moaning in pleasure, feeling his body get tighter and tighter until, ohh, oh! Pop! Oh no! One of the big, heavy eggs just falls out of him, his hole involuntarily spreading wide, spasming, and dropping an egg. He has a collection of eggs inside him. They all click and clack, rubbing together whenever he twitches or spasms. He’s such a huge hen. He’s the most productive layer in the factory. He’s bred for this. Made to get fat and lay. Not meant to move.
He’s drooling.
He’s been drooling the whole time, but he’s drooling so much, and he’s so out of it now, that by the time his eyes come back from rolling into his head, Bucky has walked around his swaying, shaking, bulging Jell-O body to his front and he’s feeding him another egg. Huuuuumph. Hnng. Mmmmngh. Bucky just shoves it down with the heel of his palm, easy as anything, as if it doesn’t hurt. He’s so full. But Steve doesn’t resist. He can’t. His mouth is hanging open, jaw to the floor. His mouth and throat are so wet and stretched that the egg slides right down until -
It gets stuck in his bulging throat.
No problem, though, Bucky just covers his open mouth with one huge mitt and pinches his nose with the other hand. Steve is too wrung out to panic or jerk away from being smothered, he just takes it. He swallows reflectively. He swallows again. Again.
It starts to travel down lower, sliding hotly, the friction, the fullness, the pressure…
Hnnnng. It’s enough that Steve swears, stuffed to near bursting with eggs, muffled by Bucky’s big paws, he comes. Just like that. It’s not his fault! His insides are just so erogenous - dripping wet, velvety, and so sensitive - stretch them, stroke them, fill them, and he can’t help it. He’s coming. Coming and coming. Poor, silly little glutton. All his brains are just gone, replaced with more jiggling, squishy gelatin eggs than can be counted, despite being able to see the outline of all of them through his overstretched, stretch-marked, pink skin.
I hope the eggs were satisfactory, sweet little grey face. I know they're not the same as coins but... I couldn't help myself 🫢
Crackling blue flames were the only source of light in dark forest, and huddled close to the campfire was Priya, a human druid. She had been separated from her party and got lost in the woods. After hours of searching, she decided to set up camp. She sighed, "Bunch of dicks they are." She stood up, going into her tent and rooting through her bag to get out her sleeping bag and med kit.
She set up her sleeping bag and left the tent, sitting by the fire which illuminated her. One could see her clearly now. She was fairly tall and slender, with brown skin covered in scars with a head of long, thin black hair. Her brown eyes glowed in the blue fire, as she had to look up at it to keep the spell running.
She pulled off her leather chest armor, then pulled up the sleeve of her undershirt to reveal a nasty gash on her arm. She took out a few of the magic berries she created earlier, squeezing the juice into the wound, wincing at first, but the healing magic caused the wound to slowly close.
As she watched the wound close, a large shadow suddenly cast over her. She turned around, looking up to see a giant moth-like creature in front of her. The creature's body was completely black, with huge wings at least ten feet wide. It had a scarf of dark gray neck fluff and large gray antennae. The creature was at least twelve feet tall, nearly double Priya's height. It had an extra pair of arms, both sets long and lanky. But out of all of those traits, the most noticeable was the pair of huge red eyes the creature had.
"H-hello?" Priya said quietly. The antennae of the moth creature drooped in response. It seemed to have picked up the scent of something. Priya went to stand up, trying to tell if she had any way of communicating with the creature. The creature leaned down, its face nearly at the same level as hers. The creature stared into Priya's eyes, its feathery antennae twitching and pointing towards her.
"What do you want?" The druid asked, flicking her eyes back towards the flames. "Did you want to see the lights?" She asked, motioning towards the fire. She prayed her beast communication skills would be enough to figure this out.
The moth looked over at the flames, grabbing onto Priya's arm, and it began to make its way over to the fire. "Wait! Wait, what are you doing?" She cried out, not knowing the intentions of the moth creature and feared she would be thrown into the flames before she had time to put them out.
The creature seemed to notice her distress, picking her up instead. She was suddenly being princess carried in the arms of a monster. Priya hadn't been picked up like this before. Sure, her party's barbarian could pick her up, but he's a half-elf. They were super close in height. She was much smaller than this moth though, she felt more vulnerable.
As she was held by the creature, now sitting by the fire, she also recognized something. There was a smell coming from the creature. It was the same as the berries! The creature was excreting pheromones. It must've smelled the berry juice.
"Does it think I'm another moth? No... maybe it just likes the light and the smell." She thought, but after a little while in the creature's arms, as she had started to get drowsy from the warmth of the flames and the fuzzy monster, Priya felt something hot and slimy against her thighs.
Oh?
Oh.
Priya sat up, the dwindling flames bursting back to life as she opened her eyes fully. The creature noticed her struggling and, in response, just held her closer.
"N-no! Wait!"
She squirmed more, and the creature leaned in, opening its mouth, which was previously hidden by fuzz, revealing a long, gray tongue. It pressed a kiss to Priya's lips, the long tongue entering her mouth, she squirmed for a little, flustered and whimpering before finally melting under the relentless affection as the creature's tongue pushed up against hers.
Priya wrapped her arms around the moth creature's neck, all the kissing making her head spin. Her groin felt warm, her heart was beating fast, and her hands were burying themselves in the moth creature's fluff. The secondary pair of arms stayed wrapped around her waist, the primary moving up to pull off her undershirt. Priya pathetically tried to push the monster away, but the creature was too strong. It pulled off the undershirt, and she couldn't help but try and cover herself.
"N-no, please don't lo-" Priya tried to say, but was cut off by the creature groping and kissing her chest. She felt like she was going to cry she was so overwhelmed. Her back arched as the moth creature ran a hand down her thighs, her lower half exposed as the creature pulled off her pants and undergarments in one pull. Before she could cover herself, the creature pinned her down with its primary arms, the secondary set spreading open her legs.
"Oh god please don't look there, please moth!" Priya begged, the creature didn't care, nuzzling its soft face against her thigh. It emitted a little purr-like sound, the hands holding Priya's arms down soon linked with hers. It was embarrassing to admit, but she felt...safe. The creature started laying kisses on her thighs, getting closer and closer to where she wanted it most. "Gods this is so embarrassing..." She mumbled, her pussy all wet and needy because of this creature. What would her party think if she was found? Why did she let this thing do this to her?
Priya's thoughts got cut off as the creature let out another purr, laying soft kisses on her slit. "Ohh~ You...you're actually pretty...huff...pretty cute." The creature looked up from between her legs, slowly letting its tongue loll out and spreading Priya's lips. "It's ok...please~ Make me yours~" She said, shutting her eyes as she got too flustered.
The moth cresture started to eat her out. Priya's breathing started to become heavy. She no longer felt the heat from the flames, but felt extremely warm from the monster's touch. The monster's massive tongue licked at her swollen clit, the attention making Priya jerk and twitch, she squeezed the moth creature's hands, and it kept licking. She was getting more and more sensitive, as it went on, her breathing got even heavier.
At this point, Priya let out little sighs and whines. Her clit felt extremely sensitive, every touch going through her whole body. "Too much~" She whined, and the moth creature stopped, nuzzling her leg. Priya looked down, seeing those big red eyes shimmering a little. The moth creature straddled her waist, and Priya felt and saw a long, pink ovipositor on her belly. It had to be at least 10 inches. It tapered off a little at the end and was covered in a slimy fluid.
"You... want to put that thing in me?" Priya asked, though she already knew the answer. "I don't, I don't think that'll fit!" She told the creature, but at the same time, she didn't really care. Honestly, this moth thing was more attentive and affectionate than her previous partners. "Please be gentle. It's been a while."
As if something was triggered in it, the moth creature laid most of its body on top of Priya's, both sets of arms hugging her close and protectively. Her face was buried in fluff as she held on. The ovipositor slowly slipped inside. It was warm, and Priya squeezed the creature as it slowly added more and more. A little moan escaped Priya's lips, the moth creature moving up a hand to pet her head as it filled her up.
The creature managed to get about 6 inches in before Priya couldn't take any more. She felt a bit embarrassed, but the creature seemed to be enjoying her by the way its wings were fluttering, and it let out a purr. "You..haah~ You can move now, just st-start slow," Priya told it.
The creature moved its hips back and forth, Priya letting out loud moans as it cried out in pleasure. The two held each other close, the moth creature leaning down to kiss Priya. She accepted the kiss, all the stimulation making her a little dizzy as the two made out. The creature sped up a bit, Priya moaning into the kiss as she sucked on its tongue. The ovipositor rubbed on her sensitive spots, and she was already worked up from getting eaten out.
Priya couldn't speak, her mouth full of monster tongue and brain full of static as she couldn't even put words together. She wrapped her legs around the monster as she came, her juices coating the moth creature's ovipositor as it continued to rail her.
She was nearly crying from how good it felt, the moth creature's ovipositor starting to throb and was leaking fluid as it came up on orgasm. The moth creature pulled out of the kiss, letting out a screech as it started to fill Priya with lubricant fluid and eggs. Priya's belly bulged out as she felt the eggs enter her womb. She panted and held tight as the moth creature kept petting her head. Eventually it stopped, slowly pulling out as green lubricant fluid dripped from Priya's pussy.
The moth creature picked her up, cuddling Priya close and kissing her forehead. Priya clung to the monster, almost afraid it would leave. It carried her into the tent, having to duck and sit in order to fit inside. The moth creature laid with Priya on the bedroll, letting out a little chittering sound as it wrapped its wings around her. She felt sleepy, the warmth of the monster, and the warm feeling in her belly cause her eyes to droop. The monster laid a hand on her belly, kissing Priya's head and purring.
She eventually fell asleep. The two would have to pack up tomorrow, the monster was going to take Priya home. After all, how could it leave its cute little mate to raise their babies on her own?
So Slimes reproduce in 3 ways. Intercourse, bigeneration, or mitosis.
Mitosis occurs when if slime has access to ample nutrients (typically nonsapient flora but omnivorous slimes have been observed) and shelter. Upon consuming enough food, the excess mass will separate from the main body and gain a unique sentience. For the next few months, this mass we'll have mental capabilities just above cattle but will eventually gain full sapience. Slimes formed this way will bear major semblance to their prime slime.
Bigeneration occurs if a slime is attacked in a way that It cannot regain the biomass, though this method does not guarantee offspring. Slimes produced this way will bear less semblance, usually forming smaller than the prime. The body part they bigenerated from will typically be disproportionate to the body. These missized body parts are considered "weakpoints" as they take the place of the slime core (the part which slimes form from).
Intercourse occurs when groups of slimes (called sloshes) return to their hatching grounds. For 3 weeks during the Warm Season, the slimes will breed (slimes are not typically monogamous so these can be seen as little more than slime orgies) endlessly, laying hundreds of spherical eggs. Slimes will typically decide breeder and breedee by way of fighting. As slimes are natural hermaphrodites, two slimes will "swordfight" till one is knocked down, the loser will be bred and the winner will move on till losing, the last slime not bred will be considered the queen and lead her slosh away from the hatching grounds (abandoning the eggs) to a nearby cave or abandoned dungeon (slimes prefer moisture and darkness so adventurers won't typically appear above ground outside of the breeding season, though caution is still recommended). The eggs hatch during early fall and the newborn slimes will also seek out cold, dank, subterranian rooms. Since they don't have the experience of older slimes, they may end up in a cellar or castle, leading to slime attacks. These slimes are weaker and can be washed away with water.
Slimes do not typically mate with other species but will if there is no other option. Slimes cannot bear non-slime children but can deposit eggs in other species if the anatomy is capable of ovipostion.
Slime color is typically a mix of the two parents, leading to breeders intentionally breeding certain slimes for more exotic colors.
