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Just my stash of porn I don't want on my main blog and kinky AF porn, mpreg, monsters, tentacles, +18. Etc, I don't like to tag, Feel free to interact

[tboystonerbear]

coming home to my apartment to find that restrained on my bed is my naked boy, whos been waiting for me to come home to find him like this. all our favorite crops and paddles and vibrators and dildos out on the bed for me to use on my pup, who's already dripping wet.

[wepwawah-moved]

will this get flagged ? we'll find out !!!!!!

retrospring request for xray egg

[boytumms]

Big tenta 🐙

[boytumms]

Boy full of slime that works like oobleck, all soft and jiggly in his tight tum, but as soon as he tries to push is out it hardens, leaving him stuck stuffed

- @distended-domes

Is that the official name of that stuff?? I had no idea lmao :0

It does make a really good consistency for slime creatures... The whole time he's pregnant with them they slosh around his belly, but when he goes into labor and the contractions hit, he tries to push and the slime turns hard as stone. Confused and in pain, he doesn't realize that the pressure of him pushing is making the slimes activate their defense mechanism so he keeps trying to push having no idea that it's actually whats preventing the slimes from coming out. He thought his labor would be easy with how soft and squishy his tummy was for the whole pregnancy, but now his swollen belly is rock hard and feels like he has one giant boulder sitting in his gut.

After hours of painful labor, he manages to push the mass down far enough to start stretching his hole. The hardened slime stretches him wider and wider until his flesh just cant stretch anymore, pulled taut around the giant ball of slime. He howls and shrieks in pain, kicking and thrashing wildly as he desperately tries to push the mass out, but it's far to big to fit through his narrow hips and no amount of squeezing or shoving is going to make it budge. He tries anything while he sobs and begs the slime to come out, clawing at his swollen belly and trying to push it down with his hands, even trying to reach down and stretch his hole around the mass, but nothing he does can force it through.

The poor boy labors fruitlessly for what feels forever, stuck crowning around only the tip of the hardened slime boulder, until he becomes completely exhausted. With his mind fogged with pain, his body finally shows mercy and he blacks out, falling limp on the ground. It's then and only then when his muscles barely have the strength to contract anymore do the slimes finally soften enough to slowly ooze their way out of his body

[maatejaaz]

Getting knotted means you are stuck cockwarming until the one you tied to thinks its been enough time for you to get pregnant and thats pretty hot if you think about it.

[stuck-crowning]

One of my all time favorite tropes is when someone with a prostate is giving birth and the pressure on their prostate makes them come uncontrollably. Especially if it's egg laying and egg after egg is rubbing against their insides, putting them on the edge with every push. With a big belly stuffed full with eggs they'll be completely out of their mind with over-stimulation by the end. Whimpering and drooling, begging for it to be over, whining that they can't come any more even as their body forces more eggs down towards their hole. Trying to focus on the pain because the unrelenting pleasure is worse.

[everything-gross]

Jesus where are u

[dilfpregcentral]

Thinking about a king who’s yet to have any heirs begging the gods for fertility. When his queen’s blood continues to come for many months regardless of his pleas, he curses the gods for abandoning him; he has no reason yet to believe that his own growing gut is anything other than winter weight.

When spring comes, people begin to notice the protruding roundness of his belly, his physician recommending him more exercise and his tailor having to let out his royal garb every few weeks.

Still, the king attempts to plant his heir in the queen’s womb every night, though now he must rest his belly on her back to complete their union.

Nine months since he appealed to the gods, murmurs of concern follow the king wherever he goes. His gait has slowed and widened, a ponderous, rocking movement as his great belly hefts side to side. His physician looks more and more disturbed every time he examines the tight ball growing beneath the king’s gently swollen chest, warning him that he must have an imbalance of humors that have led to a massive tumor. The movement the king has felt, and the physician now feels and even sees from outside, must be the cankerous wolf, the physician surmises grimly, a malady that eats the flesh of the afflicted. Most often found in the breasts of women, it could nevertheless affect any part of the body, and the king should be prepared for a painful illness and untimely death.

But something else happens, instead. The king’s cock begins to swell. At first it’s barely enough to notice, but after a few weeks, it’s so thick and bloated that he can barely stand to touch it. He shudders at the slightest brushes against the tender, stretched flesh, and just the most tentative touch of the queen’s lips makes him cry out and dribble seed.

The physician warns him that the wolf might be on the move throughout his body, that this is likely a tumor that could destroy his member, but the king has another thought. He remembers pleading with the gods, and believes that they must have finally answered his prayers, and this large and sensitive cock is a sign of fertility.

The overstimulation is excruciating, but he barely manages to squeeze his massively swollen cock into the queen. She gasps and squirms and trembles, feeling split open by him. Tears cover his face by the time he reaches his climax. Both of them cry out as a sudden torrent of fluid erupts from him, believing this outpouring to be seed given to him by the gods. Once the servants change their linens, they go to sleep convinced that their heir will come soon.

They’re right—it will just be much sooner than they think.

The king wakes in agony at dawn. His belly cramps so tightly that he can do nothing but bend over it and groan. Assuming his illness must be consuming him, he remembers the physician informing him that there is no treatment or cure for the canker, and he resigns himself to his fate. His queen stays by his side as his body is wracked with fits of tension. She finds herself thinking that his agony reminds her of a laboring woman, especially the way the low-hanging bulge of his belly lifts and contracts with each wave of pain, but she fears such an observation would simply upset him, and keeps it to herself.

The king is lying on his side when the change comes. He groans, hair sticking to his sweat-drenched brow as he shakes his head against the soured sheets. He moans for the gods’ mercy, and instinctively lifts one leg, spreading his thighs wide. That’s when the queen sees how the flesh above his member, normally a relatively flat, triangular space, bulges as if around something hard and spherical. She stares as he thrashes and groans, watching as the tendons below his belly tighten and the shape sinks a little lower.

She figures it out, then. She stares at him, her jaw slowly loosening as she realizes what she’s witnessing. The heaving belly, contracting around a babe. And the head… the head descending towards his member.

She tells him she needs to get help, and he begs her to stay, but she leaves anyway. Terrified and in agony, the king feels something shifting deep within him, and is sure he must be dying. When the door bursts open and several people enter, he barely notices, eyes blurry with exhaustion and tears.

The physician and the midwife stare at the laboring man, stunned, but it’s the midwife who leaps into action first. She ducks between the king’s legs and begins to gently palpate around his bulging crotch, holding his thighs open when he screams and tries to close them. He demands to know the meaning of this, and she tells him. He’s giving birth. He tries to laugh at her, but a contraction steals his breath. His hands knot into the sheets and he groans long and low, while the midwife, physician, and queen all watch his crotch grow heavier and heavier with the head, until the base of his flushed cock begins to stretch with it. He hisses in pain, totally unaware of what’s coming.

He screams with the next contraction, eyes flashing wide with shocked terror as the base of his cock stretches a little more, trying to widen enough to accept the head. No, he begs. Not there. Please not there! The queen can do nothing but cradle his head in her lap. The midwife rubs his hip and tells him how well he’s doing. The physician, pale-faced, sits at the king’s desk taking notes and wondering if anyone will believe him.

Oh god, no, the king sobs as he feels another contraction coming. He cries for someone to stop it, but nothing can be done as his body squeezes, and the crown of the head peeks into the base of his cock. The king begins to thrash, and the midwife has to call the physician for help to hold down his legs. It gives both of them a prime view as, over the course of several contractions, the base of the king’s penis slowly wraps around the babe’s skull.

For many hours, he labors. The king screams for help, for mercy, for his mother, for death, as the hint of head inside his cock slowly eases forward. Finally it crowns into him, his base rendered nearly translucent around the widest part of the head, skin stretched pale and veins bulging blue with the tension. His chest rattles with tearful wheezing, his hands cramping from gripping the sheets.

The next milestone comes with a thrash of his whole body and a wail of, simply, Fuck! as the head pops into his shaft. His tip is beginning to stretch, now, an angry, weeping red, slit pulling open. He rests, then, such as a man can with a baby’s head deforming his cock, eyelids fluttering shut and chest heaving as he pants for breath. The queen dabs his forehead with a wet cloth and tells him how brave he is.

The midwife begins to gently stretch his hole, and he whimpers, but lets her, knowing she’s preparing him for—

Oh, nooooo, no, no, it won’t fit, it won’t fit! he sobs, but his cockhead splays all the same, pulled nearly flat as it comes flush to the crown. His crotch bulges again, too, as the shoulders push at it. Make it stop, just cut me open and take it out, I order you! Do it! he screams, but his three helpers exchange looks grimly, knowing that the flesh of his birthing member is much too thin to be cut without hurting the child, nevermind the risk of the king bleeding out. He must endure.

A litany of No, no, no no nonono no nooo noooooo! fills the room as his body pushes the child forward. The slight splay of his slit opens eye-like over slimy hair, his spongy cockhead reduced to something like a heart shape as it hugs the emerging head. His crotch stretches sharply, then the head eases back, his slit closing a little. He whimpers with relief.

But the midwife begins to rub around his base, trying to stretch him. She tells him he needs to push with the next contraction, or the child will never come out. He weeps bitterly.

Yet, he pushes. A high, wobbling agony gargles in his throat as he clenches his teeth and heaves air through the cracks. Veins stand out in his forehead and his shaft. His cockhead flares to the point it had reached before, and then a little further, a little less than a thumb’s length of the baby’s head visible through the slit. The shoulders don’t enter his cock, yet, but the base stays wide, ready to accept them when he does push them through.

He begs the midwife not to touch, sobs that it hurts, but she assures him gently that she’s keeping him from tearing, and keeps running her fingertip around the reddened edges of his birthing slit.

His belly lifts and tenses, and voices encourage him to push from every side. He’s only able to bear down for an instant before he loses the air in his lungs to a shriek as his slit-lips open wider. He whips his head in delirious denial, barely conscious.

This is when the midwife leans forward and pushes on the top of his belly. His eyes snap open and he screams like a dying animal as a shoulder bursts into his cock and the head surges against his tip. The bruise-purple tissue of what used to be his cockhead is indistinguishable as any part of a penis, more like a cunt now, if anything. This new cock-cunt twitches and pulses around the broad teardrop of crown now visible.

With the next contraction, he does his own pushing, fearing the pain in his belly again. He pushes until his face goes red and his whole body trembles, cock lopsided with the single shoulder and cunt lips peeling slowly down the dome of the head, until finally—

“AAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

The king’s agony echoes off the walls, his back arching and chest heaving as what was once his cock crowns around his child’s head. It holds him perfectly round and open, leaving him wheezing for breath with a high, tortured whimper threaded into his voice. He tries to keep pushing, but the midwife tells him to wait. He screams that he can’t. It’s too big! It’s gonna rip his cock off! But his attempts to push are futile, the head simply bobbing slightly, and he must endure the torment of the crown.

The next contraction should bring relief. But when it comes, his pushes only bring an awful pressure at the base of his cock, the drag of the shoulder inside his shaft, and the stinging tickle of his birthing slit struggling to release the babe’s skull. It’s stuck.

It’s stuck! It’s stuck! he shrieks.

The midwife tells him to keep his head on, and makes him roll from his side to his back and pull his legs up by his knees. He does as he’s told, though his hands tremble so badly that the queen must pull his legs back, leaning over him until his belly juts out between his upturned thighs, and his knees nearly touch his shoulders. His cock sticks up at an angle, though it wilts at the end with the weight of the babe’s head until the midwife supports it.

When pushing in that position does nothing, she continues to support his cock as she forces him to get on his hands and knees. His limbs tremble. He buries his pain-paled face in the queen’s breast and pants while he waits for a contraction. His hot breath and loose saliva seep into her dress as he pushes, but he finds no relief.

The midwife doesn’t warn him before she starts to physically tug his birthing slit down. He screams and tries to kick her, but the physician holds his legs still and the queen wraps her arms around his head to quell him. Her gown muffles his shrieks as the tip of his penis is dragged over the widest part of the skull, and he goes limp and wheezing when the head finally bursts free of his birthing slit. The gaping mouth of his cock crumples loosely around the neck, until the midwife keeps pushing it back to expose the shoulder.

When her fingers worm past the shoulder and dip inside of him, he lurches and gags. His wife is quick enough to let him loose, and he vomits over the side of the bed at the sensation of a foreign hand digging into his cervix. It leaves him tear-streaked and dry heaving, but finally, the midwife frees the second shoulder. He can do nothing but gargle in reaction.

Finally, a contraction comes, and he pushes with all he has left, his whole body trembling and his eyes rolling back. He bleats out a delirious whimper as both shoulders stretch his birthing slit at once, but they linger for only a moment before the midwife pulls the heir to the throne from his quivering body. His former penis falls limp, nothing but a gaping birth canal leaking blood and fluid.

He knows, in that moment, that the gods answered him. The first time he beseeched them, they gave him a womb with a miracle babe within… only for him to curse them, not knowing he already carried their blessing. This was his punishment.

At least it’s over.

Or, that’s what he thinks, until he consults his looking glass a few months later, and finds his sagging belly beginning to swell and harden once again.

[were--ralph]

Post the most recent gif you have with no context

[xkittenxgirl]

red or purple? c:

[ka-mi006]

Lower please

[princesspreg]

i think about fairy preg a lot actually. tiny fairies swollen with slime eggs, which would make a fairly small bump on a human but on a fairy its unbelievably massive. and of course slimes are known for never fully leaving once someone has been impregnated by them the first time, so the poor fairies who fall victim to them spend the rest of their days swelling up with slime eggs before having to birth them, and then the cycle repeats.

or what about a tentacle monster, some smaller species of which are specialised to breed using fairies instead of humans, stretching out their tight fairy holes and holding them in place as they get fucked full of eggs until they're swollen so massive they can barely fly. its difficult for a fairy to escape, even after the tentacle monster has had its fill, just because of how heavy their bellies become. no matter how many times the fairies warn each other about how hard it would be to escape, there are still fairies who fly a little closer than they need to over known areas with tentacle dens. but they won't be alone, there's plenty of other fairies there who met the same fate, all in varying stages of pregnancy. the cries of labouring fairies both a warning and an invitation for anyone else who may be flying nearby

[uncannyspectrum]

honestly? we need more pussy that when it's stretched open a huge thick tentacle comes out of it

[pointyshoesmf]

Robert is trying to fuck with him, little does he know that Flambae is into that shit

[princetemperance]

Object insert in a “im so desperate to fill you i dont even care what with” kinda way

Object insert in a “your slutty hole will take fucking anything you shove in it” kinda way

Object insert in a “im a pretty dumb toy that is just begging to be filled” and “you said you just wanted to be filled, you said you wanted anything!” kinda way

Object insert in a “i wonder if you can take this” kinda way

Object insert in a “im going to make this fit in you” kinda way

Object insert in a “i bet you cant do it” kinda way

[kysluts]

need to have him on my lap with my chest against his back and his legs spread apart and ‘m slowly fucking his pretty hole and dragging out orgasm after orgasm until he’s a trembling, shaking poor pretty thing who can’t remember his own name. kissing his neck and telling him how good he is for me while he’s leaking and soaking my fingers. biting down on his throat every time he’s moaning too loud. hand around his pretty waist to hold him down when he’s tensing and jerking while cumming. slapping his thighs apart when he tries to shut them when he’s sensitive. shoving my fingers past his pretty drooling lips when he whines too loudly.

[monster4monsterfucker]

I want a human sub hopelessly addicted to the narcotic aphrodisiac slime that coats my ovipositor, and oozes out with every twitch. I want a pathetic little human to beg for it, beg for me to use them as my toy for my own hedonistic pleasure. I want to hear them beg to feel that all-consuming, mind-melting pleasure again and again as I fill them with my perfectly infertile intersex eggs, one after another until no more will fit, abdomen tight and straining as I squeeze them around the middle with a hand large enough to wrap around their whole waist, and claws sharp enough to make them flinch and shiver~