I typically won’t indulge in an RP unless the framework - the setting - has some fantasy or science fiction elements.
Aliens, monsters, demons, ghosts, dryads, satyrs (fave), deities, demihumans, size differences, rapid, semi hyper, breeding, birthing, lactation, CNC, public (especially blue collar workplaces like restaurants and warehouses, and offices), mpreg, fpreg, tpreg, magic (the more arcane the better), spicy tech (the more arcane the better), portals, bondage, machinery made for wrenching orgasms out of helpless subjects. ME HAVING A WOMB. ME ACQUIRING A BRED WOMB. ME BREEDING A WOMB.
This is what he did to me. My nipples were aching and sore, my pussy wet and leaking into my pants. I was trying to focus on that meal. He will be home any minute now. I’ve become increasingly slow under the weight of this belly he gave me. His babies kicked enthusiastically. While I was trying to make him his favourite meal this evening.
My husband was having a stressful week at work. I can’t really bother him right now with my needs, but i can’t really help it, the pregnancy hormones were making me feral for his cock. The bigger i got, the more desperate i’ve become.
I thought to myself, he will be tired and depleted tonight. That meal better be ready before he arrives.
I heard the keys in the door, then his deep, soothing voice from across the hallway, “babe i’m home.” his voice sent me into a frenzy, my nipples were so erect, they started leaking into the oversized shirt I borrowed from him.
He came from behind me and wrapped his big arms around my waist, buried his nose in my neck, and planted a small, warm kiss there. I was melting between his arms. There’s no way i’m gonna be able to finish cooking like this. “Whtcha doing?”
I managed to let out some words, muffled by my moans, “your favourite meal.”
He chuckled. “Don’t you think I can’t see what your hiding?”
I whimpered, “what?”
His hands climbed up underneath the shirt, he took each of my breasts in his both hands, his fingers circling my wet nipples. “I can see that you’ve missed me.”
I bit my lip. “This is all your fault. I’ve never been like this.” i was genuinely embarrassed. “It’s the pregnancy.”
I kept whimpering, “i’ve never been like this.” while his hands were caressing my swollen belly, my aching engorged breasts, his kissed my neck passionately, and slid a hand into my pants, i let out a loud moan. “I guess i corrupted you by knocking you up.”
I tried to get away, but he was unbuckling his belt, i felt his hard cock through his pants, I instinctively bent over the kitchen counter. He entered me gently first, held my hips protectively, both our hands on my belly, he went deeper inside me with a big thrust, his pace slow, then getting quicker, his mouth on my upper back sucking and kissing, my heavy breasts bouncing with every thrust. His pace becoming frantic, i was moaning so loudly, my moans turning into short screams of pleasure. He was panting, grunting, i felt his cock twitch and burst inside me with flaming warmth.
He almost carried me to the couch, I sat and spread my legs open for him, biting my lip. His semen leaked out down my thighs. His cock still hard. He groaned, “wait, I will order us food first.”
I especially like it when the one with the knot just has this uncontrollable biological urge to knot - whether that's because they're going into rut or they sense the hormonal changes or whatnot. Just the role reversal of *them* going through an uncontrollable biological process instead of the birthing person, feeling unsatisfied or worse if they don't get to do it. Being pregnant and having to gently help this wild, hormonal being through their urges, and those argues are to please you and make you safe and get you to orgasm.
Door-to-door sales with a strict quota from your boss. You NEED this job: times are tight and the commission is actually pretty impressive. But if you’re under, you’re out.
The first few houses are no problem, probably just some natural light bloating. But as you get to the second hour you realize something must be wrong.
The slacks they make you wear can’t stay buttoned and the belt is on it’s last hole. What’s worse is the company’s polo shirt revealing everything from your swelling chest and rock hard nipples to the sudden pop of your belly button.
Your stride has had to change. The width makes you want to roll your hips, but your absolutely full lower abdomen prevents such fluid motion. It’s a staggering waddle now.
Each consecutive door is answered by more and more worried looks. You’re doing your best to ignore it, but you still don’t have a sale.
what if you were a succubus with a womb tattoo? there are so many options—maybe you have a cute little design that lights up whenever you're turned on; wouldn't that be embarrassing? everyone would know just how much you think about getting fucked—and maybe some people would take advantage of the opportunity to fulfill some of those desires.
or what about a mark that shows when you're fertile? it glows so brightly that it's visible through any clothing you might wear to try and cover it up, and of course other demons are going to view that as an advertisement—a chance to pump you full of cum and watch your belly swell and grow, knowing that they're the one who knocked you up
and speaking of being fertile, you could have a tattoo that makes it possible for you to have overlapping pregnancies. maybe you're brooding a clutch of serpentine eggs and a litter of vulpine pups at the same time; if you're lucky, maybe the equine demons will see how big your belly is already and take mercy on you, but they're not the type to pass up a chance to shove their flare-headed cocks right into you and add a few foals to the mix.
or how about a tattoo that means your womb retains any amount of cum that's pumped into it—no leaking ever, no matter how big your belly swells? imagine how big you'd get, how heavy and sloshy your belly would be with all that cum from all those demons, its warmth radiating out through your skin and making you constantly flushed and wet. the only way to deactivate the tattoo, even temporarily, is for a higher-order demon to work the counterspell—but given how much of the cum in your belly is from those very demons, your odds aren't very good. better get used to being pumped so full you already look pregnant—if you aren't already, of course!
whichever you choose, you'd better get used to having a full womb and a swollen belly—after all, with an advertisement like that, no demon is going to turn down the chance to breed you like the perfect little fucktoy you are!
Summary: you are a nymph who gets lost in the Satyr forest. You meet its guardians, three Satyrs who demand your body as a tribute for safe passage.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, multiple partners, oral (male and female receiving), satyrs have double 🍆, belly bulge, p in v sex, anal fingering and penetration, double penetration, lots of 💦.
Part 2 here. Part 3 here.
The forest was unlike any you had ever seen before, a maze of ancient trees that were so thick they hid the sky. The air was sweetly fragrant with the aroma of moss, wildflowers and magic. As a nymph, you were used to several kinds of woodlands and magic but this forest felt different.
A little too late, you realized that you’d gone too far, and lost your way among the twisted roots and deep fog. This was no ordinary forest; it was the Satyrs’ territory and you had strayed straight into it. You’d heard Satyrs were impatient drunkards, yet powerful enough to roam the forest and harvest power from it.
Panic crept into your chest as you tried to find the way back. Every time you took the path home, the route vanished as if devoured by the living forest. The air had also changed, a cool unsettling breeze flowing and the trees talked in a language you couldn't understand, their leaves rustling with warnings.
And then, you felt it—a presence. No, not one. Three.
They came from the shadows— three Satyrs, emanating carnal and primal power. They were taller than you imagined and fairly muscular, too. Their forms were half-man, half-goat, with chiseled bodies wrapped in fur from the waist down and large hooves pounding against the ground. Their eyes shone amber in the dark light, elegant horns curving from their heads.
The leader, whose horns were longer took a step forward, his raw, earthy scent filling your senses. “Well, what have we here? A little nymph, in our forest.”
“I… I didn’t mean to intrude. I got lost,” you said, your voice clear even if something warm curled in the pit of your stomach.
The other satyr closed in on you, a small grin on his face. “Oh, little nymph, you’re far from home and now you’re ours.”
You raised a brow. “Says who?”
The last one let his gaze sweep over you, lingering on the curves of your body. “Says us. I am Fyrian, the protector.”
The second one said, “I am Kynias, the healer.”
And the leader joined in, “I am Teofos, the all-powerful. You’ve crossed into Satyr territory and now must pay for safe passage.”
“What’s the price?” you asked, though you already knew what they wanted. You could see it in their eyes, the way they looked over your body, possessive and greedy. You had heard stories of the Satyrs, of their power and insatiable appetites for pleasure, but to be at their mercy, their tribute? It sounded deliciously wicked and not at all a bad deal: pay tribute by experiencing the best fucking of your life.
“Your body,” Teofos growled. “That’s the tribute we demand.”
Kynias reached out, his rough fingers brushing against your cheek. “Will you give us what we desire, little nymph?”
The third satyr grinned, his thumb tracing the line of your neck. “You smell of pure flowers,” Fyrian whispered. “Sweet, fresh, untouched.”
“I’ve had sex before,” you said incredulously.
“But not with a satyr. Not with us,” Fyrian corrected, his hand sliding down your arm, his fingers curling possessively around your wrist.
“We want everything,” the Kynias purred, hands fondling your clothed breasts. “Your body. Your pleasure. All of it, given to us freely.”
“And if I refuse?” you taunted even though you burned for them.
Teofos’s eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “You won’t refuse,” he whispered, his hand dropping between your legs, cupping your mound firmly.
You gasped, goosebumps awakening in your skin.
He smiled. “You want this, nymph. I can feel it in the way your body trembles. In the way your little pussy is soaked for us.”
Heat flooded through you, causing your breath to catch as his words struck deep inside you. Teofos was right. Your body longed for their touch. Your breasts were tender as they played with them and the fire between your thighs begged for relief.
“I want you.” You licked your lips. “I’ll pay the price but you’d better make it worth it.”
“Oh, trust us,” Teofos growled, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, lifting your skirt. “We always make good on our word.”
Kynias slipped down the ties of your top. “You’re ours now. And we will claim you, here, under the eyes of the forest.”
Fyrian’s hands were slipping down your panties, his lips pressing hot kisses against your shoulder. “Mmm, yes. Let’s see how wet you are for us, little nymph.”
In a few seconds, they had you naked and shivering between them. You let out a soft, trembling breath when they circled you, their cocks magically protruding from a slit between their hairy thighs. Yes— cocks Each of them sported two shafts; inhumanly long and thicker than any cock you’d ever seen. Teofos pumped his cocks in one palm then bent to bury his face in the swell of your breasts. You whined when he latched his mouth at your nipple while Kynias did the same for the other bud.
The third one, Fyrian pressed against you from behind, hands cupping your pert ass and massaging your globes, his tongue tracing abstract patterns at your neck. You felt his dicks rub against the crack of your ass, supremely hot and naturally lubricated.
“Pretty sensitive nipples,” Teofos drawled while lapping at one nipple.
“And so tender,” Kynias muttered, his tongue flicking the other bud mercilessly.
Fyrian let his fingers slide between your legs, finding your slick pussy. “So ready for us. Come feel how wet she is.”
Just as he said that Fyrian grabbed you from under the knees and lifted you up against his chest. You clutched his shoulders, your legs opening like butterfly wings, your pussy bared in all its glory. The other two kneeled before your cunt and smiled as their hands moved down your waist, fingertips tracing the line of your hips.
"Dear gods, look at her," Teofos said, his fingers drawing apart the folds of your pussy. "Feels so soft and delicate."
At his words, the fire between your thighs built, more juices trickling from you.
"I want to feel, too," Kynias muttered, his fingers brushing against the dampness between your legs. "Oh fuckk, so good!"
“Hhmmm, look at that pretty pouting bud,” Teofos drawled, gathering your juices and rubbing his finger over your asshole. “Our little nymph has two pretty holes.”
“This—this is my ass,” you panted. “You can’t—”
“Why not?” Kynias demanded as he toyed with your glistening pussy. “You accepted to pay the price.”
“But… but that—“ you moaned when Teofos carefully thrust a finger inside your ass. You lost all thought as that thick finger drove up, curling inside you.
“That feels so damn good,” Teofos growled, adding a second finger that stretched your rim deliciously.
Your breath came in shallow gasps as their hands moved over your cunt, exploring and claiming. They seemed fascinated with your cunt and played with your asshole too, slipping three fingers inside you. You whined, helpless, suspended in the air, your holes open for them and captive to the overwhelming sensation of their touch and heat.
“Do you like it, little nymph?” Fyrian rasped in between kissing you. “Getting your naughty little holes fingered and stroked?”
“Hmmm… a-bout to…hnnn,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. “Cum. P-please!”
They licked you up, two satyrs at the apex of your thighs, one licking your clit and fingering your pussy while the other pushed a digit up your ass and licked all around it. The other satyr who was holding you in the air claimed your mouth, swallowing your groans and moans that were thick with desire. You came in no time, the stimulation was too much, the sensations driving you to a toe-curling orgasm.
Then they were repositioning you, settling you on your back, your legs wide open and held apart by Kynias and Teofos. Fyrian bent between your legs, taking his turn with your pussy and ass. He lapped up your dripping cunt, played with your juices and fingered you in both holes, letting deliciously husky moans and grunts. The other two, sat at your sides, their double cocks protruding in your face, pulsing with life.
“Good girl. Now I want you to open that pretty mouth,” Teofos said, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw as he tilted your head back.
“Take turns, little nymph,” Kynias growled, his eyes dark with command. “Lick, kiss, and worship our cocks.”
You opened your mouth, and let your tongue trace Teofos’s cocks. The cockheads twitched at your touch, and he growled, cupping your face and urging you to take them both deep into your warm mouth. You groaned and did so, lips stretching wide to receive him. Kynias grasped your hand and curled it around his shafts, pumping back and forth while watching you swallow his leader’s cock.
“Such a pretty sight,” Fyrian drawled, his tongue eating up your pussy, nose pressed against your clit, three fingers in your ass. “Handling all three of us.”
“Hmmm, she’s sucking me nice and deep Teofos growled, his shafts kissing the back of your throat causing you to gag.
“The sounds she makes,” Fyrian rasped, pinching your tender nipples, causing you to groan and choke around the cock in your mouth. “I want to hear more…”
You granted his wish as you came undone in a fiery explosion, crying out and thrashing violently at the overstimulation. They held you in a steel grip, marveling at your climax before re-arranging themselves. This time they rolled you on all fours, Teofos slipping behind you, his cocks aligned to your holes. You opened your mouth to suckle Fyrian’s cocks, your tongue tracing the length of his shafts. You also raised your hand to pump Kynias’s shafts, caressing them both in bold strokes.
“Hmpfff—” you whined when Teofos thrust inside, both thick shafts pushing past the resistance of your holes and driving inside. He filled you up to bursting, your belly full with the shape of his dicks. Then they settled on a relentless rhythm, all three of them using your body in ways that turned you into a moaning, blubbering mess.
“Are you ready, little nymph?” Fyrian growled, his hands running through your hair. “Gonna cover your pretty lips and hair with my seed.”
Kynias grumbled, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m gonna stain your pretty tits and belly.”
You could only nod and whimper softly, hands and mouth filled with their cocks. Teofos was also fucking you from behind, playing with your clit while owning your holes. It was too much, yet you craved more, you craved release and their warm cum. The heat in your belly was unbearable and they could tell, their hands guiding your movements, sending shockwaves of bliss through your system.
You came in muffled cries, eyes shutting tightly. They paused for a few seconds, long enough for them to feel every delicious quiver of your body then spurted their seed, doing as promised and bathing you in their seed. Your face dribbled with cum, your tits and belly, too. Not to mention the torrent of jizz flowing from your cunt and ass.
Then they were rearranging themselves so the next satyr could fuck your sloppy holes. They continued to pound you, taking turns until all three of them had claimed you, filling you up with their loads. Their hands, lips, and heat engulfed you. Your body shivered uncontrollably, your breath coming in ragged gasps from all the moans and sucking.
“That’s it. Looks so pretty now, drenched in our seed,” Teofos growled as he thrust one of his cocks deep into your mouth while rubbing the other over your messy face.
“Who knew nymphs could take satyr cocks so beautifully?” Fyrian rasped in your ear, both his cocks driving deep in your ass. “Fuuuck, she’s so wet and sloppy.”
“Hmm, she’s a carnal little offering,” Kyrian muttered, thrusting both cocks in your cunt. “With holes tight and eager. I think she can go all night.”
And so, they claimed you completely, their bodies crushing yours, their cocks claiming every inch of you, leaving nothing untouched or untainted. Groans and wet thrusting sounds filled the air. Your consciousness was lost in the overpowering pleasure, in the heat that consumed you.
You were at their mercy, their tribute.
And it was well worth it. Fucking Satyrs was much better than you’d ever imagined.
I dont know why Ive been thinking about this 80s vibe yoga/aerobics... So I will funnel it into this text ig
Imagine: a yoga instructor, hes very flexible and all green zen vibe, right? So he enjiys doing his stretching routines in the forest alone... which is a mistake of his part bc he makes a fae jealous of his flexibility and ends up kidnapped
The fae challenges him to a yoga faceoff of sorts, and the guy accepts (not that he has much choice but he should be smarter than to accept a dare from the fae so quickly) And so it starts simple with postures easy to imitate and it slowly turns up the difficulty with each new one... But theres something wrong
The instructor can feel a weird pressure growing inside of him... until it starts to get a bit too distracting, he catches a glimpse of his belly and finds it a bit bloated for no good reason, which accidentally makes him break his posture
The fae laughs at him mockingly, and the man feels a sudden spike of pressure... his belly growing twice in size (which isnt a lot yet, but it still worries him) the fae strikes a new posture, and the instructor feels a curl of dread strike him... He figures out a beat too late that the fae never said when the challenge would end, or if it ever would
Or what would be the consequences of failing it
He can only hope the damned thing bores of him before it turns into a doomed spiral of mistakes and intrusive growth
This definitely sounds like something I'd see from @drpeppertummy lol
A woman wakes up feeling crampy and bloated, assuming it’s just her period coming in. Throughout the day she’s struck by worse and worse cramps, and feels the need to go to the bathroom. She pushes, but the sensation is wrong - it felt *right*, yes, but it wasn’t the right hole. Parting her legs she feels a bulge travelling down her birth canal, and in a panic she pulls her tights up and stops pushing. Little does she know that the egg won’t stop growing until it’s laid, and she has another two or three or twelve to go…
AN: Writing this whole full of eggs just feels right
Waking up late in the morning was such a relief for you today. You had taken the next few days off of work due to a build up of overtime hours. Stretching with a small groan, you rolled out of bed and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from the closet. When putting the shirt on, you realize that you're looking a bit more bloated this morning than normal. Waving it off to just pms symptoms, you walk to the bathroom to freshen up.
During breakfast, you felt some slight twinges in your lower stomach and winced a bit. It had to be your period at this point, between the bloating and cramps you've been experiencing all morning. Finishing up breakfast you decide to spend the day binging the newest season of your favorite tv show.
Hours later of constant shifting around and an almost unhealthy amount of pain meds, you groaned and shifted positions once again on the couch. The cramps had gotten so bad, your stomach bloating a bit more than what you usually experienced. With a small whine you get off the couch and half hobble to the bathroom, cramps seizing your body once again. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that pushing may help ease the pain for some reason, and for some reason you give in a bit, pushing a little bit within your core. It eased the crampy feeling a little bit, enough to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Pulling down your tights and underwear and sitting on the toilet. A weird feeling shifted in your lower abdomen, and thinking you just had to relieve yourself you relaxed and proceeded to. But instead, you felt a sudden deep shift and lurch, like something was dropping inside your hips. A startled yelp escaped your mouth as you brought a had down to cup your pussy, feeling a slight bulge to your lips that most definitely was not normal. Weirded out and not wanting to know what was happening right now, you quickly pull your underwear and tights back up and whine a bit at the shifting feeling of whatever was taking up space in your tight pussy.
Walking back into the living room, you lay on the couch again and try to take your mind off of whatever's happening by zoning out with your show. It was half an hour later when you noticed that the weight in your hips had become a bit heavier. Shifting your legs apart a bit more, you have an experimental push and felt the weight shift closer to the entrance of your core. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you gave another push, this time for a bit longer and felt whatever it was shoot down to right behind your opening. Gasping and cupping your pussy through the tights and underwear you could begin to feel the bulge of your lips again.
It felt oddly good. Right even. Like this is what you were supposed to do. Rolling onto your back and shimmying off the tights, you gave another strong push and felt your lips begin to stretch a bit. But when you gave up whatever it was slipped right back into place. It went like this for what felt like hours, shifting positions to try and get the thing to shift down and out of you. You were squatting with your feet on the floor, arms behind you holding onto the couch when you finally felt the thing move a bit more forward, beginning to stretch your lips a bit more and stay. With a whine of slight victory, you grabbed your phone and turned the camera to face your aching cunt, and pulling your underwear aside you finally saw what was brutalizing your birth canal. A shiny, shimmering orange egg seemed to be peeking out of your cunt. What.The.Fuck?!
Groaning a bit as another cramp hit you, you tossed your phone aside and focused on trying to push this egg out of your body. The stretch was brutal, making you cry a bit and the burn that was now encasing your whole lower body. Your lips were looking near translucent with how much they were stretched over the egg shell. With another hour of brutal pushing, you could feel the egg finally crowning and with a gasp you shot both hands down to catch it as it popped out of you with a wet gush. It was huge, maybe a bit bigger than an ostrich egg and a beautiful shimmering orange color, like a sunset.
Crying a little bit from how you still ached, you set the egg down next to you and panted. The cramping wouldn't let up though, and before you could relax you felt an even heavier weight settle into your hips. Breaking out into full blown sobs, you pulled up the dress you had donned today to see your bloated stomach had only gotten bigger and a bit lumpy. Pushing down on it a bit with your hand, you could feel what seemed to be around half a dozen more eggs clack against each other. Pushing with as much energy as you could, you cried and whimpered the next egg down your birth canal, collapsing down to all fours when you felt that it was even bigger than the first one, making you feel like you were tight all over again.
I love my preg/birth kink but sometimes I wish I was into something more affordable and feasible.. like what do u mean the only way to actualize my fantasies is to forever alter the trajectory of my life
girl forced to go adventuring to find a rare teleportation scroll because she accidentally got bred by a satyr and now ahe cant stretch enough to get the babys horns out, just stuck hopelessly pregnant with a cute little crown
ooh horns being the thing that gets the baby stuck is extra tough because they would probably stop the baby from being pushed back in too. So she's just stuck trying fruitlessly to push out those horns. I she can manage to get around maybe she'll eventually find that scroll and be able to teleport the damn baby outta there. But with a baby stuck between her legs that will be quite a feat.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh good god. they're going to milk me for this one. I've finally gone and done it. I'm getting milked for sure. It's all fucking over. I've fucked up. They're going to milk me, there's no way out this time.
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