Scenario 1: Don't Take What Isn't Yours
You fill up your collection bag about halfway before you stumble upon these... Well, the best way to describe them were oblong gelatinous stones that felt hot to the touch. They wriggled slightly as you put them in your bag. Fascinating! You kept walking, and in time, you forget.
While inspecting a plant, you hear an earthshaking roar that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You don't think much of it, until you hear it again. Much closer. And the sounds of many thudding footsteps running in your direction.
You start running, the sounds of the glass collection bottles rattling, and you realise: You're very far from camp at this point. And as you look down, you seem to have run into a place with sap covering the ground, so every time you take a step, you have to fight the sap, slowing you to a crawl. In addition, the sap seems to be perfumed in a way that makes your knees weak and warmth climb in your stomach.
After a while of fighting, you manage to fall flat on your face, with the footsteps getting closer and closer. In a panic, you undo your shirt and pants, stripping completely naked in an attempt to unstick yourself. It works! But you're too late.
A beast emerges from the undergrowth, some sort of predator with teeth, claws, tail, a huge belly, and a hard, hard cock about the size of your torso and as wide as your arm swinging with its every step, dribbling a viscous sap-like precum as it approaches you, an angry look in its eyes. It traverses the sap easily, pads on its feet making so it doesn't stick, and you brace yourself to get eaten...
It pounces, pinning you into the sap you just escaped from and immediately mounts you without preparation, pistoning its hips as it holds you in place with its immense weight more than anything, and it takes no time before it blows its load, a hot, gluey substance that makes your stomach noticeably swell, the excess gushing down your legs. You feel the warmth flood through you, your brain fuzzing over with how much you want the creature to keep going. And it does, with every strokes reaching deeper and deeper.
As it keeps going, you can feel your body changing, the warmth making you more sensitive, yes, but you notice the skin around your stomach becoming more flexible and stretchy, your body becoming more and more accommodating to taking in the creature's length every time it fucks another load into you. You've long since stopped trying to struggle, and the creature seemed to like that. With a hard thrust, it cums again and you realise it's gone so far, you can taste it in your mouth.
Apparently this was all it needed, because it stands up with you still skewered on it like its personal cocksleeve. Your stomach droops down to your knees, and it bounces as the creature starts running again, stopping every so often to take you in its grasp and pump you up and down until it puts another load in you, ballooning out your cheeks and dribbling down your chin.
Eventually, it gets to some sort of den, guarded by others of its kind, and it passes you off to three creatures guarding some sort of entrance before bounding off into the trees yet again. Somehow, its belly looks... smaller?
One of them tries to take you into the den, only to be stopped by another one, who yanks you away, and there's a small fight before the third one takes you and fits you onto its shaft, having to move its belly out of the way to get you on. The weight of its belly, bigger than the first creature's, presses you horizontally, and one of the others feeds its cock between your lips, double penetrating you. You can feel their cocks rubbing against each other as they bellow, grabbing at you with teeth and claws and tails as you try to not suffocate. It doesn't take them long before they too blow their loads inside of you, and your stomach nearly grazes the ground at this point. The one left out goes to make its move on you, but is stopped by a roar from within the den. Within seconds, you're popped off both cocks in a hurry, and now that you're off them, you can see that you were right, the two that had fucked you now had smaller stomachs that the one that didn't.
You're brought into the den, paraded past more and more of these creatures until you reach the end.
Your jaw drops at the size of this creature, looking similar to the other creatures except larger, with the largest of the other creatures only reaching up to its hip, with breasts the size of boulders and two cocks that would make the four creatures you'd seen thus far look tiny.
One of the two guards that'd fucked you before approached it, climbing into its lap and mounting one of its cocks with difficulty, only managing to get halfway down. It boredly allowed it to happen as the guard bobbed enthusiastically, until the larger creature came, bloating out the guard's belly, before shrugging it off. It laid its eyes on you and your distended form leaking a slurry of sticky sap before perking up.
You're handed to this creature and it grabs you around the chest before lowering you onto the cock the other guard was not on, tipping the cock that the guard was on towards your mouth, clearly instructing you to lick clean. As you began to do so, wrapping your arms around it for stability, it begins to use you much like a fleshlight, dragging you up and down for its own satisfaction and you take it. The cock not in you twitches before cumming all over you, but the cock in you... Distends. Swells at the base, and the swell continues up until you feel a new weight inside of you. Something slightly gelatinous, and warm, and-
You realise why these creatures were so mad. You stole their eggs!
The creature holding you (she must be their queen) keeps going at an unyielding pace, dropping eggs into you at a much faster rate, first one every so often but now a near flow as your stomach begins to dimple all over from being crammed, even with your ability to stretch. You begin to panic as you can feel the eggs being shoved into your throat, but the queen pats your head almost reassuringly as she pops another egg into you.
It's only a few more before she relaxes, letting you rest against her breast as she feeds you her milk, working energy into your exhausted body. You feel the eggs sloshing with every breath she takes, straining to be let out, but it doesn't look like she's going to let you stop cockwarming her.
And why would she, when you're being such a good little egg holder? No, you don't need to go back to the group, you belong right here, you little thief.
(this got long, whoops)
oh man this was. whoo. this was so good. I have this imbalance in my head where I dont like over-filling but I love Immobilization and. hhhh. the idea of going from running to being full to being unable to move to being a cockwarmer, packed with eggs, dangling fuzzy-headed and full and feeling so, so very good... until of course laying and then doing it over and over again... whooooo
