This was sort of a joke, but now thinking really hard about how it would feel to have eggs slowly stretch and squeeze out of my dick/ovipositor while holding a boy close, buried deep inside him, his hole stretching in unison, pressing tightly against his belly so I can feel the eggs entering him every step of the way.
Maybe my own belly is a little swollen by the eggs I have to lay; you can feel mine empty as yours fills, several times bigger than how I looked. Maybe you're even pushing on my belly to help get them out of me faster; squeezing at my cock, forcing them out of me in your desperation to be filled. Every egg laid absolute bliss for the both of us.
Cumming isn't enough. I don't want to just cum inside them and wait for them to grow. With each throb I want to feel that egg stretch me as it enters them. Each throb getting them more pregnant and we can both feel it. I had gotten so swollen and needed that relief. We can see the progress, each egg like a knot keeping us together as they travel into their awaiting belly. All culminating in a bigger creampie to fertilize them all.
Hello folks! Thank @lostlvr for yet another fantastic story concept here. Comms are open, please hmu!
Title: One Night in paradise.
Wordcount: 5005
Kinks: impregnation, eggpreg, tentacles, sex toys, mtf sex, latex, multiple holes, anal, dick milking, cumming dry, ovi, egg laying, magic sex toys, living sex toys
Synopsis: Tanya's been running an OF account for years, enjoying getting off for money. One day an anonymous fan sends a tentacle shaped toy which changes everything. Trans fem main char w tits and a dick.
“Hello, my darlings,” Tanya was lounging back on the camera, the picture of calm and control. The confidence didn’t come from nowhere, of course; she had been doing these lives for rather a long time now, and the initial nerves were long since faded away. In fact, as she let her eyes linger on the steadily increasing viewcount, it was a not unpleasant boost to her ego. Tanya, styling herself on the platform as Tanya Lovin’s, had started out with a kind of cautious fear. She had questioned herself, too, at the time; the criticisms levelled at her for doing this kind of work had somewhat… bothered her.. The idea that it was fetishistic, that she was contributing to abusive behaviour, that she was ‘part of the problem’. And she’d had to block plenty of people who very much fit that stereotype.
Then she’d realised that she was hot, she was sexy, and she loved being sexy on stream, so what shit did she have to give about people who would never have been happy with her regardless?
Fuck ‘em.
“How are we doing tonight?” she purred at the camera, making sure to lean forward enough to give them an excellent view down the front of her robe, a tiny peek at what they were going to be treated to tonight. If there was one asset that Tanya was proud of, it was her frankly fantastic tits. The estrogen had given her a lot of things she greatly loved, but her chest was one of the best. It went without saying that her fans were already going ravenous in the chat, compliments, flirtation, and of course, tips, all starting to roll in.
“I’m so glad to see it, my little sweethearts,” she made sure to roll the words around in her mouth, pouring them into the microphone, able to feel her body starting to already wake up, excited for what she had planned tonight. What a special night it was going to be, too. Her eyes drited from the screen and over to the toy where it sat on the side, so very beautiful, her little treat. Everybody’s little treat. “I have something oh so special for you all tonight, too.” she chuckled, wondering when she should make the reveal. Leave it a little longer, although plenty of familiar names were popping up in the chat.
“Alright, alright, you know I won’t keep you in suspense for… too much longer…..” she chuckled, leaning back slightly in her chair, allowing the black silk robe to slide open a touch more. It revealed, of course, more of her fat tits, held firmly in place by the thick latex ‘bra’ she was wearing. The chat went wild, desperate demands to see more, and she chuckled as the tips intensified. Of course, her work this evening had barely begun, but it was always fun to talk to them before she lost her mind showing off her toys…
“Well, I’m glad to hear your car loan is all paid off,” she chuckled softly, “A little more disposable income, hm? Always nice to have. Now, don’t you go wasting it on a little old me..” she stood up, making the movement look casual, the chat kicking up a notch, the soft dinging notification as he proceeded to send a little of that disposable income her way. She turned her back slowly, letting her dark curls cascade over the silk robe and then onto skin as she began to slide it down, letting everyone have a peek. The thick latex covered her from mid back down to her ass, where it was packed tight but still providing an utterly delicious, tense bubble where her bounteous booty was straining it.
She had clipped a little rabbit’s tail to it, to match the latex bunny ears on top. She’d considered adding fishnets, but Tanya knew from experience that trying to get yourself loose from fishnets when you were horny was about as sexy as getting tangled up trying to get a tangerine from the fridge, so she’d abandoned that particular plan. Her legs were smooth, toned, and perfect, after all. After letting the fabric slide to the floor, she turned back around, resuming her position on her chair, leaning back ust enough to allow everyone to enoy the rapidly expanding shape of her cock where it was trapped against her belly, making itself known even through the tight latex.
“Now, I have something oh so special for you all tonight,” she purred, sliding a hand down herself until she was able to press a hand firmly against the contained, aching tip of her cock. She bit her lip, the heat building inside, the pressure from the outfit, the thick purple shape in her periphery that promised a good time ahead.. god, she loved her fans.. “I have been sent something by a lovely member of chat.” she chuckled, “Thank you for your gift, anonymous fan.” she offered a wink, as if she knew and it was just a secret, but in truth Tanya had no idea who had sent it. She didn’t even remember adding it to any of her wishlists, but here it was, beautiful, and so perfect…
“Oh, you’re all champing at the bit to see, aren’t you?” she laughed softly, as the chat had been begging since she’d first gone live to see what she was using tonight. The resulting explosion of messages encouraged her to lean forward again, making sure to enncourage a rather solid gaze down between her mammoth mammaries as her hands wrapped around the toy and began to tease it into sight.
“I hope you’re all ready for this monster,” she chuckled, “Because I’m not sure I am…” but she licked her lips none the less as she spoke, and dragged the toy until it was firmly on screen. Even her high definition cameras couldn’t pick up the beauty of it. Chat was suitably awed, although several seemed to be seeking reassurance that she wasn’t about to wreck her perfect ass with it. She snorted a laugh. It was big, yes, but she was aching for it. One of the wonders of being a size queen, and she had no doubt she could take it.. “Those of you who have been here a while might have figured out why I’m in this particular outfit.” she gestured to her slutty bunny setup.
“Now, I may not have taken a toy quite so large… but I’ve definitely taken some that are nearly this big. And they had rather a… fun… effect on me.” she ran her hand down and over her belly, pressing in with her thumb, pausing only when she found her cock and trreated it to a couple of tender strokes of her hand, feeling like she was purring herself. The chat was going wild, but she was already starting to put them out of her head as she eyed up the behemoth in front of her. “I thought it had been such a long time since you’ve all had such a treat…” she chuckled lowly, “Well, why not go the full… length.” she chuckled at the tease, grinning towards the cameras, imagining a few hundred people sat at home, hands firmly around their dicks, shuddering in please over the mere idea of her sinking onto this monster..
And Tanya was the one lucky enough to be doing it.
It was a beautiful thing, though. She reached into her drawer and pulled out her massive bottle of lube; it was her cum lube, thick and slick and white, the perfect companion to her more monstrous toys. She had normal lubes, shit, she had normal toys, but for a while now, they hadn’t pleased her. She’d tried ovipositor toys, and those were fun. She’d packed herself with gelatin eggs on stream, but they melted too fast, too messy… didn’t stretch on the way out… this toy, though… the tentacle had subtle ridges down the length of it. The suckers were both broad and delicate. There was even pitting of the skin, a shimmering in the colours of purple and pink that made it up. It had all the finesse of looking like a monster’s tendril flash frozen, and she just knew it was going to feel like bliss inside her.
For the sake of the crowd, though, she took her time. Poured the lube onto the tip of it. Ran her fingers down the length of it, encouraging it to sink into the crannies, letting the audience see the entire shape of it. Glancing at them once or twice, but her regulars knew she was starting to lose herself to arousal now. When it was fully coated and shining, she smirked, and then pressed a button with her dry hand, switching it over to the bed set up. Now the crowd didn’t really matter. Two cameras, pointed at her bed, to catch everything. A dangling microphone which was set sensitive, to pick up groans and growls, squelches and slaps as she took her toys. Every angle made to emphasise her best assets as she worked, her bouncing tits and her thick, heavy ass…
She couldn’t wait to feel this toy in her.
As she laid it on the bed, clambering over, she took just a moment to consider it. The sensuous folds of it, the tentacle nature, but the tip of it folded almost like a flower, with ridges and a delicate bulge. It looked perfect, especially now dripping and shining with lube, it looked alive. She wanted it. No. No, she needed it.
Tanya let out a shaky breath as she stood it up, her fingers trembling. Nerves, yes, but more than anything it was the desperate hunger to feel the toy in her, stretching her out, taking over her. Reaching down, she turned to make sure the camera could see as her fingers hooked on and then tugged the latex to one side, revealing her hole, already slick with lubricant she’d applied before starting. Her balls slid out too, and she groaned just slightly, fighting to keep her cock contained for now. Her ass was the star of the show right now, as she braced the toy’s base with her ankles and began to slowly, cautiously ease down.
The bulb at the tip was thick and shining, and the lubricant made it slide just a little, smearing surprisingly warm wetness over her thigh. But she was an expert, and it didn’t take long for Tanya to line it up and begin to slowly, carefully take it. It was already big, and she moaned loudly, hair hanging around her face as she curved her back and managed to slide past the head of it. Fighting back the instinct to just drive down, both her ass and her need to put on a show managed to keep that particular urge in check, but that hunger was there. It was already feeling like it was burrowing into her and she shuddered in pleasure.
She began to ease herself down, wriggling back and forth, feeling herself stretching. The bulb slid past her prostate and she shuddered, dribbling onto the bed, chat forgotten, everything forgotten but the feeling of this thick toy inside her. She should have warmed up first but she didn’t regret it, now, every part of her focused on the sensation as rib after rib sunk into her ass and deeper, deeper. She shuddered. It felt unlike any toy she’d ridden before. It was like it had it’s own warmth. It was incredible. Further down, another pop, a whimper. Her cock was drooling inside her clothes, and barely thinking, she slid a hand down until she could pop her fat member free. She began to stroke it, steady from base to tip, thumbing over the purple and oozing tip. The latex settled back taut to her belly, if not tighter now without her took fighting it.
Forced to ride back up again to allow herself to loosen off a little more, Tanya groaned and shuddered. It felt incredible, but the idea of sliding herself off it, even for a bouncing, made something in her chest constrict, some hunger. She forced herself down, then up, and down again, each rough thump driving it a little deeper. She was starting to reach the thickest part of it, now, feeling as it stretched her, a pleasant burn, slightly alleviated by the lubricant. It was blissful. It was everything. She threw her head out and cried out, starting to bouncing with more force, stroking her thick cock in time with it. Base to tip, squeeze, pull, too lost in the sensations driving inside her, ridge after ridge back and forth again her prostate. When she clenched, nothing changed, so stretched was she. Her thumb nudged against something and when she glanced down, she could see it. Subtle, from her angle, but she spared a glance over to her monitor.
There it was. A little hard to make out, but the bulge as she was forcing her body to stretch around it, the ever so slight push as the toy was forcing her organs to shift and reveal a bulge, in the latex, on her belly. She couldn’t focus enough to read it but chat was going wild, the constant roll of donations. She closed her eyes again and then finally dropped far enough to take it all the way.
A muddy moan slid from her mouth, drool running down her lips, dripping onto the latex on her tits. Her body was shaking as hot spurts covered her hand, distant waves of pleasure and a clenching low in her gut which had barely even seemed to have noticed the orgasm. Still. One was nothing. She had wrung more than one out of herself basically every night she had performed, and there was no way in hell she was done with this toy. She took a moment to dramatically rub the lump in her belly, feeling strong silicon or whatever the hell it was pressing her out, shuddering, and then she began to move again.
Her legs were trembling, but she was strong, starting to set a punishing pace as she rode the toy up and down, shuddering, gasping, moaning, roughly tugging her cock, driving down and then up and – her legs locked? It didn’t hurt, but she couldn’t pull up. She tried again with little success, frowning. It was like something had… wrapped around the limbs, holding them still? So when she opened her eyes, panting, and looked down again, it took a long moment to make sense of what she was seeing.
The toy… the base of it… seemed to have… split? Rather than just the one thick tentacle driven into her body, there were more. They had emerged from the base, and wrapped their supple flesh around her legs, tentacles that were now holding her, preventing her from getting off the toy.
“… What?” she whispered, and then there was an explosion of movement.
Tendrils swirled into the air, grasping around her limbs, her arms, and she was somehow being lifted into the air. She could still feel the thickness in her ass, probing now, squirming, deeper into her, and she moaned despite herself as her stomach writhed with it. Taking the open mouth as an opportunity, one began to burrow into her lips, thankfully more slender than the one packed inside her. She groaned, as slick, almost sweet flesh slid over her tongue and began to fuck into her throat, rolling her eyes back. She’d sucked enough thick toys to not pass out, but she was already feeling how it filled the passageway, massively reducing her oxygen. The ones around her limbs were spreading them, forcing her legs wide. With her hands away from her cock, it was twitching in the cool air, and she would have been more alarmed if she hadn’t feel so very good right now.
There was another tendril. It slid slowly up her dick, stopping at the tip, as if tasting her smeared cum. Then it engorged, swelling, sliding over like a straw as it sealed down by her balls and her hips began to thrust automatically into the aching, hot, surprisingly wet suction that had begun. It was as if every part of her cock was the tip, being stimulated, rippling as it fought to milk her dry and it was bliss. More and more tendrils sliding about, apparently fascinated by her bodysuit, slipping inside it and tugging her tits loose. They began to wrap around, squeezing and playing with them, all of this movement happening at once and turning her into something like a fucked out pile of goo.
Everything was forgotten. The onlyfans, the stream, the mysterious benefactor, the money. All that mattered was being fucked and used by this perfect toy. Her nipples were being sucked on and she whimpered, brain foggily wandering to the idea of being milked, of being a cow, of being bred, and it was strange but everything felt different and fuck her stomach was squirming and she screamed as she came, every drop of it being drunk down by whatever this thing was. Her cock didn’t soften and she panted, suckling the one in her mouth, droplets of some kind of sweet honey even as it began to fuck back and forth across her tongue.
She wanted to rub her belly, able to feel the squirming, stretching ache, the creaking from the latex. She never wanted to feel anything else again. Nothing would feel good again other than this, being fucked through, being nothing more than a toy and stretched stretched stretched and she was going to cum again she was sure but… the thick tentacle in her rear had apparently decided it had explored enough. Every inch of it felt so clear as it pulled back, back, then nearly, almost out, only the bulbous head still inside her, pressing just into her prostate before it thrust into her, hard, deep. She squealed and clamped down on the tentacle in her mouth, prompting another one to slide in alongside it, suckers gently pulling at her tongue, lifting it, forcing her to breathe gustily through her nose as tears ran down her face and mingled with her spit.
As if getting an idea, as the one in her ass slid nearly out again, the was a stretching ache. Another, and another, thank God thinner than the immense one, but she didn’t know how she was going to take them. Crawling, exploring, as that bulb fucked into her with a breakneck pace and she was cumming again, balls tight and cock tender and shuddering as she sucked harder and her tits bounced and she was so, so sure she was going to pass out, she’d never felt so good and her legs twitched sporadically, dangling numb and -
Everything stopped moving at once. She could hear the rattle of her heart and her desperate, half choked, panting breaths. The whole thing seemed to seize, tense, and then -
She would have cursed if she’d had the breath to. The thickest cock, in the depths of her ass, shuddered. Squirming, it sunk a few inches, then it began to swell. Inside, she could feel, that bulb was opening, spreading her, surging thick honey or cum or something hot and liquid inside her and she shuddered around it.
Every nerve was on fire. Everything was insane. It was doing something. She throbbed and whimpered. The bulb opened all the way, pressing its petals inside her, and then… the very base of it rippled. Again, and again, like nothing she’d ever felt. She envisioned one of those wind socks, flaring in the breeze, tensing, pushing, before something enormous began to press at her rim. She panted past the tentacles oozing into her mouth, swallowing each desperate mouthful between gulps of air. It made her feel more energised, at least, but it couldn’t compete against the soreness and the tenderness.
But she knew, in the pit of her stomach, this was happening. She couldn’t stop it. The first slid into her tunnel with a pop, a release of pressure that was both agony and bliss, causing her to jolt. Then, inexorably, it began to scrape it’s way along and she realised it had been preparing her this entire time, lining her insides with it’s fluids. The next one didn’t hesitate, and the next, and the next. Each new bulb, seed, egg, whatever the hell it was, started to settle inside her. It would shunt the next along, but they were starting to fight. She tilted her head, just enough to see her monitor. The latex had already started to swell obscenely, apparently held, even with all the tentacles, at the perfect angle for the camera to catch it all.
She looked several months pregnant. Another egg popped in and she shuddered, legs shaking, able to see the distended blob as it slid across her body. Her cock twitched. Fuck, that was hot. Being able to see it, not just feel it. Fuck. She was really getting off on this? Being bred? Being used as a sex toy by the very toy she’d been playing with earlier?
She came dry, shuddering as yet another egg fell inside her. And another. Everything was becoming a blur. She was drifting in and out, only tugged from her fogginess by each pop and crash of pleasure and a slowly increasing creaking. It took her a moment to realise her sturdy latex had been pushed to it’s limit, stretched until nearly translucent. All in one moment, the material gave way. It snapped along one side, and as it burst, there was a rush of pressure that pitched her forward. The tentacles tugged from her mouth as she fell, face down, ass up, groaning as her packed belly took a lot of her weight, face buried into her pillow. The wave of fresh sensation, of her fat, dangling belly, the incredible weight she was now filled with… she whined plaintively, missing her tendrils. It didn’t take them long to slide into her mouth again as she felt the tentacles squirm and push deeper into her ass.
It took a few moments to realise, not long later, that they had stilled again. They were slowly pulling away. She expected immediate pressure, but it seemed like her visitors had… retreated. They left her mouth and she coughed. Her arms were free, her head foggy. She tried to clench her ass but the intense fucking had left her spread open and too weak to close it. With immense difficulty, panting, she braced and managed to flop over. She couldn’t see over her belly, from this angle, the weight of it near immediately pinning her down. Even with the lumpiness, she was huge. Fresh stretch marks along her hips, and it was as though she had octuplets packed inside her, more pregnant than anything she had seen before. Even ghosting her hand over her belly sent a wave of pleasure that made her toes curl, and when she rubbed the stretched and tender flesh, she moaned.
Her cock felt too empty to work again, and so she slid into a haze, just rubbing slow circles on her belly, half asleep. Her eyes drifted over the toy, looking as normal as it had before, sitting beside her on the bed. She had just started to realise she was going to have to somehow stand like this to shut the stream off and figure everything out when there was a twinge deep in her gut. Her belly was writhing, bulging, and she gasped. A hand reached back to grab the headboard, dragging herself back until she was propped up and the sensations got more intense. It seemed they didn’t have long to wait for this problem to resolve itself.
She didn’t glance at the monitors, but if she had, she would have seen for herself. Her fucked open asshole, twitching, a hint of something purple deep at the end of it and a gush of fluids; perfectly aligned for the camera to see every single inch that was about to emerge. She couldn’t resist but to squeeze her tender tits, whimpering as the pressure got more and more intense and then she began to push.
She was scared it would hurt, but to Tanya’s relief, it was like being fucked by the toy again. A wave of hot liquid pleasure as the egg began to slide. The one nearest her hole, it seemed, they would be going in reverse order, the oldest one, the one with the most time to grow, would be easing out last… she clenched, moaned, shuddered, trying to tent her legs as she rubbed at the fat dome of her belly. Somehow it was bigger than it had gone in but she stretched, slow, inexorable, then felt the rush as it plopped out onto the bed. Shuddering in relief, it was clear pretty quickly that the others were coming, and if she wanted to get them out in one sitting, she was going to have to be fast.
Going on instinct and feeling, rocking her hips, rubbing the sensitive skin, she managed as each one popped loose from her body. But after the fifth, it was becoming harder work. They were buried deeper, she was exhausted. She moaned as she strained and the egg refused to push past her rim, able to feel it pressing wetly against the base of her balls before it dropped back in. With a growl, she squeezed hard, and it finally emerged, leaving her shuddering. Her cock was rubbing the underside of her belly, and she felt like it must be sobbing, so overstimulated and tender. She’d never felt like this before…
By the time she was maybe half empty, she was exhausted. Sweat coated her hair, sticking it to her skin in tiny ringlets. Her hole was twitching. She’d cum dry again, and was now whimpering. Her eyes drifted to the monitor, to the sight of her from the side, naked and stretched and swollen, and the other view of her twitching hole. And… her chat. Encouragement. Money, yes, but more than anything, hundreds of voices reassuring her she could get through this. She clenched her jaw, groaned, and pressed down half. Three eggs popped out in a rush and she screamed, slumping back. She didn’t know how long it took but her belly was finally softening down. She shivered faintly, rubbing the much more settled flesh, feeling just a couple more eggs in there. They’d been getting bigger this whole time, each one more work. She clenched, groaned, rolled her hips. Thirsty, exhausted. Trying to ignore the soreness over the pleasure, because even drained dry, she felt… good, under it all. Ignoring the faint feeling of loss the emptier she became, the bafflement at how quickly her skin was drawing and tightening back in…
Another egg caught in her hole, squirming against her prostate, but she managed to get it out. And the next. And then… she was sure this was the last. Bucking as best she could, whimpering desperately. The chat was on her side. But it was immense. It felt like she was trying to lay a football. Her tits throbbed, her belly throb, her cock and balls were aching. Reaching out, one hand grasped the toy that had caused this. She stroked her hand down it, drawing a strange comfort, remembering the sweet honey on her tongue.
Panting, gasping; air. She needed more air. Tanya whimpered, arching her back and bearing down. It slid, slow, so fucking slow, stretching past her prostate, landing right against it and making her cry out. It slid back an inch and she grit her teeth. She would do this. She could do this.
Some deranged thought floated into her mind. She could… keep this one. Let it grow in her. But that was foolishness. She just felt… empty. Fuck, she did. The exhaustion had made her near enough forget that, but like a wave enveloping her, there was a strange hollow loss. She was meant to be full. Her belly was meant to bulge, not lay flat. She had looked so… so beautiful.
Tanya whimpered, and groaned, clenched, pushed, gave her all and then there was a crashing wave of relief as the egg popped loose. She slumped, boneless, gasping for air, allowing herself to desperrately try to recover.
Once her body felt a little more clear, she rolled over, scrabbling for her water bottle and taking a deep gulp. Then she stumbled up, legs shaking so badly she could barely take weight, grabbing onto her chair and sinking down into it. The numbers for the stream were laid out in front of her; incredible money, unbelievably so. The fans were losing their mind.
“I’m okay. I’m… holy shit.” she panted, then laughed. “I don’t know who sent that but… fuck.” she could feel the steady trickle of cum and honey from her ruined asshole, pooling on the seat. She ran a hand through her hair, looking at her reflection. “I’ve never felt anything like… well… shit.” she glanced back at the eggs scattered around the room. “How much would you guys pay for… one of those?” she gestured lazily behind her, but the numbers started to be suggested by the chat. She licked her dry lips. “I’ll… let you know what I decide to do with them. Thanks, guys. For now, uh, Tanya Lovin’s, signing off. See you… next week.” she ended the chat, sitting there for a moment staring at the now blank screen, the disconnect, the money.
Her hole twitched.
Barely thinking, Tanya stumbled out of her chair, slumping onto the sweat soaked bed. She drew in a deep, slow breath, allowing herself to relax, to feel all of the exhaustion.
she claps a hand over her mouth to smother a whimper as the crimson tail hanging out of the blankets by the footboard starts to lash eagerly back and forth. it’s like the dragon is deliberately trying to wedge its tongue as deep as possible into her. she has to be quiet, the guards outside don’t know she’s doing this!
she feels cold as the tongue draws out of her with a wet shlrk sound. tiny claws skitter up her body as the dragon moves into position, visible to her only as a little hump under the blankets. she actually does whimper as tiny sharp teeth latch onto one of her nipples, and she prays no one outside heard that
then the dragon’s in her, claws digging into her skin as its scaly hips slap against hers, happily drinking from her chest as it viciously takes her. her eyes are rolling back and the fire pouring into her abdomen is so- her pet is surprisingly well-endowed for a dragon of that size, but it’s also warm, so warm, almost burning her, she can’t-
she shrieks as she falls over the edge, shaking and tensing up, and that sends the dragon over too, and it bites down on her teat hard as it pushes deep and its spines flare outwards to hold its cocks in place to ensure she gets good and bred. she can’t get pregnant from it, of course, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy the feeling of a surprisingly large volume of dragon cum sloshing around inside her womb
it settles down on top of her, lazily thrusting a few more times before falling still and affectionately licking at her now-bloody nipple. she lifts up the blankets, and amber, slitted eyes meet hers, and she reaches in to pet her favorite lover
do you have any porn video game recommendations or writing on adult video game recommendations?
I sure fuckin' do, muchacho
So a while back i did an adult gaming survey that got over a thousand respondants, and made a top ten list of their favorite games, which you can find here. I can't attest to the quality of All of them, I do know if you value player expression then CoC and TiTS are good for that, Hardcoded is extremely queer and well drawn, Cloud Meadow has some of the best animations you'll ever see (also has gay and lesbian animations), and third crisis is the most game ass game of all of them that has a lot of adult content. And you know. If you have taste, here's one I'm actively working on wit Taylor that's really good :)
Here's a write up on the survey i did that has some interesting data points, especially if you're a dev. Here's another essay I did talking about porn game design.
If you want more varied voices, the adult analysis anthology is excellent for that. There's two more of 'em and are good reads! In the third one I talk about NTR/Cuckolding as a genre of games and why it's So So popular.
I think that's a good primer. If you want more or something else, I can def share!
I want to be caught in a mimic chest so bad… I need to be some dumb underleveled knight scouting out a dungeon alone. Finding a suspicious chest and opening it up to see nothing inside before dozens of tentacles lash out and pull me in. The toothy lid closes on my back leaving just my legs and ass sticking out. The tentacles make quick work of removing only the necessary pieces of armor, leaving me almost fully clothed except for holes and dick. Feeling a tentacle worm its way down my throat while two more shove into my pussy and ass with no prep. Being stuck like that for hours or days, unable to call out for help. Not that anyone would help a useless slut like me. Sometimes the tentacles leave my holes to let random travelers use me, more often I’m forced to take both at once….
Need to be filled with all different shaped eggs. Round, oval, square, incredibly big ones and endless small squishy ones.. all different textures for my body to grip onto and struggle against.. just imagine spending hours desperately pushing out a huge long shaped squishy egg that moves with your body, like it’s becoming part of you, to finally getting it out and being forced to figure out how to push small square ones out, using so many different techniques and positions, unsure of what’s next..
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gummygunk
romaincrisis
jimmyeatworldofficial
stormborns
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