strap me down to a table and force my eyes open with speculums, then while they’re held open put whatever you want into them. the more fucked up the better
spit on my face and laugh when it lands on my iris, piss in my eyes for fun, jack off over my face and then blur my vision with your cum.
is that not good enough for you? fill a dropper with alcohol and see how loud i scream when you drop it into my eyes. rip off a piece of paper, stick it to my eye, and watch me fail to get it out with my hands strapped down. touch and rub my eyeball like you’re rubbing a clit, and act surprised when i panic from the pain and try to writhe away
then coo, aww, does it hurt when i play with your eyes, baby? it’s hard to clear them out when all you can do is look around, huh? oh what, you don’t like my finger right there? you’ve been begging for my fingers all day, and now when you get them you complain. so pathetic. that’s why you don’t even get control over something as basic as your own vision.
there’s more than enough room for the human that wandered so willingly into your nest of coils. it’s only suspended on two little feet, so it’s easy to wrap around an ankle and yank it in.
it falls easy too, waving its stiff little limbs and making a funny yelping sound. it never touches the ground – you encoil it securely, a few thick limbs wrapped around its middle and a few more under its back for support, and gently pull it in for a closer feel.
it’s a little difficult when the thing is so wiggly, so you tighten down on it and reach with a few thinner, more flexible tendrils.
it’s warm, is the first thing you notice. everywhere you touch is hot, even over the – it’s got some kind of loose, soft, outer… shell? you can get a tendril under it, and it’s unbroken flesh on the inside just like the outer parts. oh, that makes it extra wiggly. it’s making a lot of noise.
you feel around for where the noise is coming from. you can feel it vibrating against you where you’re wrapped around its chest, and even more in the tendril coiling around its throat. it’s got some holes in the head, if you keep following the vibrations up… there, that’s probably it. you slip a tendril in to muffle the sound.
oh, it’s wet. that feels very nice. it’s pushing at you with a hot, wet little organ – does it have a tentacle of its own? you feel it out with your suckers, wrapping around it and sucking at it. it’s smooth… it’s not very big. it is cute, though. how far back does this hole go?
it’s– it’s squeezing its hole around your tendril as you reach farther in. that feels– that feels very nice. you’re getting distracted.
Playing with a cuntboy’s pretty lil tcock absentmindedly while I ignore him, shushing him when he moans or whines. Gently jerking him off as I watch tv or read, using his swollen boyclit as nothing but a stim toy.
Walking up to him randomly and making him open his legs wide so I can spread him open and inspect his pretty clit and cunt, making sure they are up to standard as my toys before sending him on his way.
Tilting my head and telling him I don’t understand what he’s saying when he speaks to me until he bites his lip, embarrassed, before pulling his shirt up to show his pretty boytits and squeezing them together and bouncing on his feet slightly to let them bounce and jiggle before repeating himself. Staring at his chest and smiling, “oh I understand what you mean now darlin, why didn’t you say it like that before?”
Walking up to him, tugging on his hair and telling him to play with himself before watching him push his hand down his pants to rub himself. Sometimes in private so he can bring himself to edge after edge while I watch. Sometimes in public where I let him rub for a lil bit as he looks around, trying to see if anybody is coming around the corner while he desperately rubs until I tell him it’s enough before continuing on our way.
Just,,, casually reminding dumb lil cuntboys that their body is just a free use toy for entertaining me.
[DETRANS, SISSY, RACEPLAY AND MISOGYNIST KINKS DO NOT TOUCH]
you needn't worry about long gaps between asks, you have a life and you should always prioritise yourself!that being said, i check your blog frequently and it always brings me joy to see you've responded to one of mine <3
i've been kind of obsessed with objectification lately, especially in a very cold, clinical way, like in a doctor/patient setting. i think inspections are cute because you get to spread open and examine every inch of me at your leisure. you get to tie me down to make it easier while you touch me however you like, ignoring my pitiful moans and whimpers while you work.
even better if it's in one of those surgeries with huge observation windows. gjgbvb just imagining dozens of people photographing me and taking notes while you make me cum on your fingers is getting me all hot it's obscene
-🦷
'Can everyone see?' I intone through my microphone.
'Good' I say after watching the crowd for their nods or murmured yesses. The flashing of cameras tell me they are ready for the show.
My sweet subject is tied to the table ready for inspection. Most would have used standard leather straps but I have a particular fondness for ropes. Tying his hands behind his backs and locking his calves to his thighs with tight wrapping ropes. He looks so pretty like this, tied snug and tight, laid out on my table for everyone to see. I trail my hand down his sternum watching his shivers as he tries to move within his bonds. This will be fun.
'Listen up' I say in to the microphone, my palm resting on my subjects stomach.
'Today our subject is a boy, and we will be testing what will make him cum, please take as many notes and photographs as you want, his orgasms are all for our research purposes'.
I start with his chest, groping and squeezing, his moans muffled under his gag.
'Watch the way his cunt drips as I simply play with his nipples' I say
I pinch his nipples, tugging and yanking while his exposed cunt drips further onto the table. I cant help but press my mouth to his chest, sucking his nipples into my mouth, licking and biting as he squirms desperately beneath me. I pull off his chest with a wet sound.
'As you can see, oral stimulation of the nipples results in a far greater wetness, and a hardening of his cock, please take a close look at him, his cunt is flushed with arousal after barely a few touches, yes please take as many pictures as you want' I say into the microphone.
I move my gloved hands further down the subjects body, parting his lips to expose his cock and dripping hole. I pinch his cock between my fingers, rolling it back and forth as my subject tries to squirm in his bonds.
'Take a look at his cock, its hard and flushed, you can rub at the top like I am, and watch as his hole twitches and drips from the stimulation. And when I rub at the head you can see the way his back arches from the intensity, don't forget to note the way his cunt responds to the stimulation, its flushed redness and the way it twitches is an indication that its ready for penetration' I say as more cameras flash, and I see another one recording, focused on his boypussy.
I press a finger into his hole, its slick wetness accepting me easily. I press my finger in and out of his hole, thrusting gently, with bare stimulation. My subject strains against the bonds and tries to escape the intensity.
'If you look closely, His cunt is easily accepting of a finger, and by thrusting gently, it only drips more, desperate for more stimulation. Watch as it easily accepts two more fingers, stretching to accommodate their insertion. Keep paying attention as I thrust more rapidly, his hole stretches more and more and keeps dripping. Thrusting rapidly like this opens his hole, and watch the way he squirms in his restraints and tries to moan through the gag. Clearly this stimulation is intense for him and brings him a lot of pleasure.' The cameras flash more and more, zoomed in on the stretch of my fingers in his hole.
'Now watch the way his hole clenches around my fingers as I pinch his cock. As you can see, his hole responds to the stimulation of his cock. Rubbing his cock while stuffing his hole makes him writhe and moan in his bonds, and watch as his hole drips more and more. Now pay close attention as I rub at the sensitive head of his cock. He's getting close to an orgasm now, pay close attention. I will press my fingers into his sensitive spot inside and he'll respond even more. Ill keep up this intense stimulation for a few minutes, keep a close eye on his responses, the flush of his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, the wetness of his hole dripping onto the table.
Ah, good, now watch closely as he cums. His back arches and if you watch his cunt closely his cunt twitches around my fingers as he rides out his pleasure.'
As he cums I keep rubbing his cock, forcing him to keep twitching and moaning.
'Now if you keep watching you'll be able to see what happens as a boy comes a few times in a row, I'll press this powerful vibrator against his cock. A boys cunt will keep responding over and over as you keep stimulating him, even once he passes out, so keep a close eye on him. It is sure to be an informative experience'
i tore a big hole in my boxers and cant stop thinking about a boy catching me like that. maybe i get stuck somewhere and he comes up behind me. he spreads my soft folds and looks at my tight little hole, he inspects my cute pussy and decides to stick his cock in me. he doesnt care whether i want him or not, he only wants to use my cunt to get himself off.
I get so wet thinking about riding a bus full of strangers, I think I pass well as a guy since I got top surgery. I wore gym shorts and a tank top, trying to stay cool in the weather, but my scars show under my shirt and there's a noticable lack of a bulge in my shorts. A couple guys notice and smirk as I stand right near them, struggling to find a bit of space on the crowded bus. They slowly crowd in around me, subtly enough I don't notice anything is off. The bus takes a sharp turn and I slip, falling into one of them, but he grabs me and holds me upright, an innocent smile on his face as he helps me upright, my back pressed firmly against him while a few guys start to touch my body, making comments about how soft it is. I try to shove them away and tell them theyre assholes, but they just pull my shorts to my ankles and hold me up with my pussy on display. Other people on the bus have noticed and some are recording, others are jerking off, but most of them are just mocking me. Telling me that I was stupid to pretend to be a boy and get my tits removed when I have such a pretty pussy. One of the guys who started all of this pulls his dick out and rubs it against my slit, telling me he knows I want this because my pussy is already soaking wet. The humiliation has my pussy dripping as they rip my shirt up and take turns slapping and groping what's left of my chest, telling me my body knows I'm a girl even if my brain is confused. He slips his cock in me easily and wastes no time fucking me as everyone else lines up to take their turn, using all my holes. The driver keeps going, each stop adding more cocks to the line, but makes the route longer and adds more stops in busier parts of town 🥵
How about a dom and sub but the dom put a chastity belt on the sub when the subs water breaks. There's just enough room for the head to be pushed out to its widest point but no more. When the dom finally decides to unlock it they kiss the head and rub it lovingly before pushing it back in and say something like "I want to watch it be born completely, I missed the head being pushed out" then watch as the sub pushes the baby out completely being unhelped by their dom.
Oooh, this is a classic <3
The poor sweetheart's belly is so swollen by the time they're due that they're having trouble standing up without support. The baby they're bearing is obviously large and healthy, on its way any day now, but there's a spark in the dom's eye that makes the sub apprehensive. They don't know what's in store for them, and they aren't even sure they want to know.
When the distinct twinge of labor hits, the sub moans for their dom, who immediately hurries to their side. Instead of offering support or reassurance, however, they slide a chastity belt around the sub's waist and between their legs, locking it in place right up against their soaking hole. The sub whimpers and whines, confused and in pain, but the dom kisses their forehead.
"Shhh, don't worry," they purr reassuringly. "You're just so pretty when you're in pain like this."
The sub realizes that this was their dom's plan all along, to keep them in this state for as long as possible, to keep them in pain and stretched open. As the baby presses up against the sub's cervix, their eyes roll back in their head from the pain - and from the unfortunate pleasure. Just being in this situation is enough to turn them on immensely, no matter how much it hurts, and that seems to be the point.
The dom just sits nearby, ignoring the sub's begging to be unlocked and let go, ignoring their pleas for help and mercy as they struggle in the birthing process. Tears roll down the sub's face as they finally reach the stopping point designated by the belt - the baby is crowning. It's a point colloquially called the "ring of fire" because the baby's head stretches the cunt wide, wide open, and it hurts. It hurts, and that's why the dom is jacking off to the sight of their sweet pet squirming and clutching at the bedsheets.
Finally, after they almost reach climax to the sight and sound of their beautiful little toy so stretched open, the dom decides that it's time to move the process forward. The sub sobs in relief and exhaustion as the dom finally reaches for the chastity belt, unlocking it and slowly peeling it away from the sweaty body it clings to. Of course, however, the sub wants to obey their dom, and they don't have permission to give birth yet. They just have to sit there with the baby spreading them out so wide so that their dom can get a good look at their handiwork.
The dom trails gentle fingertips up the insides of the sub's thighs to stroke around their open cunt, tracing an affectionate little circle on the crowning head and planting a little kiss there. Then, to the sub's dismay, they plant a palm on the baby's head and push, forcing it back in.
"I want to see the whole thing," they say, voice low and firm. "I want to watch all of it happen. I didn't get to see you crown the first time." Their hand sinks into the sub's cunt, swallowed up to the wrist, and the sub just chews on their lower lip, crying quietly. "There you go, take it." They pull their hand out with a wet sound before sitting back to witness just what they can put their sub through. "Give birth for me."
The sub obeys, pushing and heaving with every ounce of their might that remains. The dom jacks off the entire time as they watch their sub cry and scream, writhing, howling in pain and pleasure as they get off on the knowledge that the dom is responsible for this, for all of it. The dom is there to catch the infant as the rest of its tiny body slides wetly out of the sub's birth canal, leaving them loose and sloppy. They gently place it onto the sub's chest.
"That was so good, you did beautifully," they coo, wiping the sweat and tears off of the sub's face to plant a kiss on their forehead. "I can't wait until I can make you do that again."
"...Can you..." the sub says breathlessly, "can you make me wait longer next time?"
Hello omg the brain fucking and the necro are so good. Could you maybe do one that combines the two?
Mmm...sure~
It's not uncommon for people to wander into the woods and never wander back out. The strange monsters that make their homes out there are hard to avoid and even harder to fight, especially during mating season, which sends them into an insatiable heat. Some of these beasties just need a hole, any hole, and those encounters can usually be survived - but some of the other critters have more...specific tastes.
I just so happen to be taking a shortcut through the woods during mating season when something tackles me from behind. It's bipedal, with scales and claws, and its flattened face looks almost reptilian. However, it's far different from any lizardfolk or dragonfolk, and has absolutely none of the sentience or culture - it has just enough knowledge and drive to know what it needs, and it needs to breed.
Unfortunately for me, the way it reproduces is invariably fatal.
From the palms of its hands, it produces a sticky, slimy webbing that tightens around my ankles and calves, plus binding my arms to my sides. When it has me effectively immobilized, it sits me up and uses its claws to comb through my hair, closely examining the back of my head and chittering as it does so. I can only prepare for the inevitable, my cunt absolutely soaking through my underwear.
It uses the spurs on its thumbs, each barely the size of a pin, to inject its toxins into my scalp, just behind my ears. Almost immediately, all physical sensation is replaced by a pleasant, floating numbness, and the feeling of claws scraping away my hair and skin doesn't register as anything besides a vague pressure.
When the monster reaches my bare skull, it uses its claws to carve out a circular section of bone. It peels this away from my cranium to reveal my brain beneath, the pink-grey matter so, so vulnerable to whatever the creature wants right now - and it wants to mate. When the smell of brain matter hits its nostrils, it chitters in a low, satisfied voice, its cock immediately coming unsheathed. It rubs the tip right up against the split between the two halves of my brain, and I gasp as a brand-new sensation cuts through the haze - pleasure. Remarkable, unearthly pleasure.
The monster pushes its cock into my skull. I twitch, my eyes rolling back in my head as I moan. The monster pumps its hips once. I twitch again, sparks of impossible euphoria setting my entire body alight. The monster decides that I'll make a good host, and it starts fucking my brain in earnest, paying no attention to the way it makes me jerk and writhe, both out of pleasure and because my mind is physically being interfered with. It has me so thoroughly immobilized that none of my movements could lead to my escape - and, even if they could, it's not like I could walk at this point. The monster is so thoroughly rearranging my brain matter that I forget how to walk within moments, mindlessly whimpering and whining in false pleasure cast upon me by the creature's venom.
The creature growls in satisfaction, seeking out sections of my head that it hasn't touched yet so that it can bask in the soft warmth. I just want it to go harder and faster, deeper, to use the rest of my brain for its own pleasure. It does, liquefied brain matter spurting out of my skull around its cock, spattering the ground and its thighs. Tears of cerebrospinal fluid drip from my eyes and nose, the pressure of cock forcing some extra brain straight through my ears. There's not as much blood as could easily be assumed, but that doesn't make the scene any less gory.
The monster's hips stutter, jerk, and then slam home, holding my skull as close to its hips as possible. The very last thing I ever feel is smooth, oblong eggs sloshing around in the soup that is my brain, and something presses up against my brain stem. Then, I'm gone.
The monster fills my skull cavity with its eggs, then uses its webbing to seal the hole it made. Satisfied that its young will be able to slurp up the liquid in my empty head, it wraps me up the rest of the way in its slimy net and plasters my corpse to a nearby tree. The watertight seal will mean that his young can grow strong by feeding on my remains when they hatch, starting with the incredible fatty nutrition of the brain. It's such a good source of energy that it would be foolhardy for the monster to pass me up.
I want a dom to lie me on my back and tie me up so I'm all spread out. I'm wearing nothing but my boxers and I'm already desperate. "haven't even touched you and there's a wet patch," they laugh, tapping it with one finger and making me moan, "hard little dick pressing against the fabric, wet little slut hole leaking all over your ass." I whine and nod and blink. "your slutty body trying to get your ass ready to be fucked, huh? That's why you're dripping all over it, isn't it?" I roll my hips against the air, chasing friction and getting none. "soaking your boxers like a desperate whore. Your body's way of begging for me." I whine out a desperate, "please" and they rumble out a laugh, "no, pet, not yet," rubbing a thumb over my cock they smile, "let him beg some more."
A boy on a hike discovers a very unusual species of snake that seems to find his insides very inviting~
CW: Snakes, body invasion, unbirth, oviposition
Tom was an avid hiker, taking every opportunity to go out to the hills and explore the trails. He'd come across wildlife many times, deer, rabbits, and even the occasional snake. It was on this brisk Saturday morning that he was exploring a new trail, and up ahead of him was a sharp bend in the trail. He turned the corner, expecting more trail, but was met with a steep hill. His foot slipped forward before he could stop, and he yelled as he tumbled down the hill and into a pit at the bottom.
Once everything stopped spinning, he checked himself over for injuries. A few scratches and bruises, but no broken bones or serious cuts. Tom breathed a sigh of relief and surveyed his surroundings. He'd fallen into a pit about eight feet deep. He tried to get up to see if he could reach the rim and find something to grab onto, but was surprised to feel the floor of the pit shift under his feet, knocking him back onto his butt. That was when he noticed that this wasn't any normal pit.
It was a pit full of snakes.
They didn't resemble any he'd seen before, or read about in local wildlife guides. They had red skin with a golden iridescent sheen, and a big black stripe running down their backs. He began to panic, unsure if these snakes could be poisonous. He stood as still as possible, hoping he wouldn't provoke them, but they seemed to have already noticed him. He panicked even more when several began slithering up his legs. He continued to sit frozen and clenched his eyes shut as one passed under the hem of his shorts. His fear shifted more to confusion, and he opened his eyes as a snake pressed underneath his underwear. Why would it want to go down there?
He gasped sharply as the snake's smooth head pressed against his vulva. He could feel it's tongue flicking around, sniffing for his opening, and as soon as it found it, it plunged in headfirst.
Tom let out a little yelp and immediately covered his mouth so he didn't provoke any of the other snakes. But it was too late. dozens of snakes were crawling towards him, and several were worming their way into his pants along with the first. Suddenly, he felt a warmth wash over him, starting deep in his pussy and radiating outward, making his head feel fuzzy. His panic began to dissipate, and his hole loosened to welcome a second snake into it. The first snake reached his cervix and began to press into it, and it took only a moment for it to give in and open for the invaders as his muscles relaxed further. The snakes must have released some sort of sedative to keep him docile as the snakes entered him.
The first snake pulled the end of its tail all the way into his womb, and the second quickly followed. Tom's belly began to bulge as the snakes nestled within him, slithering inside his uterus. Three snakes fought for the entrance to his womb as a fourth joined them inside his already gaping hole. The squirming inside of his pussy and womb drove him to climax, and his back arched as waves of pleasure rocketed through him. It was the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he almost passed out, but was brought back to reality as two snakes entered his uterus at once, stretching his cervix even further.
He would have looked pregnant now, maybe about five months, if not for the violent writing of his belly. The snakes were fighting for space inside his taut stomach, and the feeling of them squirming made him flush even redder than he had before. No! Tom told himself. I can't enjoy this! I need to- I need. . . His mind grew fuzzier as the more snakes wriggled into him. I need . . . more. . .
He spread his legs further as more snakes forced themselves into his sopping wet hole. Fluid was dripping into the dirt below him as he put a hand on his stretched belly. He pressed a little, and a snake's head pushed back against his hand, making a massive bulge. Tom gave a little moan of pleasure as more snakes entered his belly, now the size of a full term pregnancy. But still more came, and the snakes inside got even more agitated as they got more and more cramped inside him.
As Tom whimpered and came again, a massive snake approached his hole. It must have been three times the size of the others. He guessed this must be the female, and the rest inside of him were males. The female nuzzled against his shorts, then ripped a hole in them as the snake that had been sticking out came all the way in. She slowly pushed herself in, and he moaned even louder as she stretched his pussy further than it had ever been stretched before. His moans turned into whimpers of pleasure as she pressed past his cervix, and slithered her way into his womb. He could identify her, even inside his belly with all the other snakes, by how large her bulge was.
Tom rubbed his belly with both hands as he felt the snakes calm down a bit. Then he felt something different. A new bulge appeared in his massive belly, round and about the size of a softball. He pressed on it, and it had some give, but didn't feel scaly like the other snakes. Another appeared beside it, and Tom sat bewildered until he realized what was going on. It's laying eggs!
Fourteen eggs were laid before the female finally stopped. Tom's belly was massive, so much so that he looked well overdue with triplets. He felt the female inside him press against his cervix from the inside, and slowly exit his pussy, leaving him shivering with pleasure as he came again. He'd lost count of how many times now the snakes had made him come, but every orgasm seemed to be better than the last. The males inside him became agitated once again, and he felt something new inside his belly. It was getting even bigger, but this time it wasn't eggs. The males were coming inside him, fertilizing the eggs the female had laid deep in his womb.
The bulges under his skin became less pronounced as his belly rounded out with fluid, and after a moment, the first of the males exited his hole. More followed as he threw his head back in yet another orgasm, his belly shrinking with every snake that left his belly. By the time the last one came out, the ground around him, and what was left of his shorts, was soaked in his discharge and the snakes' cum. He looked about eight months pregnant, his t-shirt sitting at the top of his huge stomach. He stroked it, pressing in to feel the eggs inside. He loved the feeling of them stretching him, shifting when he moved and pressing against his walls.
Suddenly his mind became clear again as the snakes' venom wore off, and he frantically pulled off his backpack and dug around for his phone. When he finally found it, he checked the time. It had been two hours since he started his hike. Would he be able to make it back to his car like this? He weighed his options.
He had no service, so he couldn't call for help, and it was about a thirty minute walk to the car. He stood to test his balance and found it was surprisingly easy after a moment of adjustment. He saw some roots sticking out of the side of the pit he was in, and managed to climb up and out of the hole. On his walk back to the car, he thought about what to do once he got down the mountain. Would he go to the emergency room? No, his insurance had been flaky recently, and he didn't know how expensive removing the eggs would be.
He was beginning to warm up to the feeling of them inside him as he hiked. Once he got back to his car, he decided to look up wildlife matching the description of the snakes currently incubating inside his belly. Nothing came up but a few blog posts sharing stories similar to his, many of which just ended with birth a few weeks after the eggs were laid and the snakes hatching and slithering off to who knows where. Tom thought about it more as he put his phone away, rubbing his belly as he started the car for the drive home. These snakes must be rare, so he could probably sell them for some extra cash, or . . . maybe he could just keep them for himself . . .
Thanks for reading! I'm new to writing short fics like this, so I'm open to any constructive criticisms as well as suggestions for future works! I'm currently playing with the idea of commissions/patreon so if anyone would be interested in that give me a follow and I'll let you guys know when that's happening!
"Do I have slight agoraphobia? Yes. Would I gladly be abducted by aliens and never come back if it meant they’d use me for their breeding experiments? Absolutely 100% also yes."
I would love to be an alien's egg laying pet. Just sitting on their lap, or on the floor next to them, belly so large and heavy. Once in a while, an egg slides into place against my cervix, and I feel the need to shift to my knees and push. Maybe they will notice, and coo about what a good pet I am.
Another commissioN! Shoutout to the wonderful @hugeblue for getting this piece for you all.
Title: Experiment
Words: 3925
Kinks: Medical kink, oviposition, eggpreg, egg laying, examinations, sex toys
Synopsis: After signing up for a medical trial, Alex ends up pumped full of experimental eggs. Of course, what goes in must go out.
"So," the doctor came to a stop in front of him, taking a long, steady look. His dark eyes were cold, clinical; Alex shivered just slightly. The room was cold, not painfully so but enough that he was very aware of every part of his body. But they had been very clear that he had to be prepared to be checked, to make sure that they were ready for what was ahead. And the urge to wrap his arms over his chest, to try to hide their body a little, was surprisingly strong. But excited anticipation and the instructions they'd been given kept him holding still, almost on his tiptoes, tense and ready as the labcoat-and-clipboard adorned man stood in front of him.
"You're our latest subject? Alex -"
"Just Alex is fine." They said, quickly, throat bobbing, "Um, Doctor, sir." they tried to clamp their nervous jaw shut, but the doctor had at least spared them an ever so slight smile. They made a little note on the clipboard before putting it down and to the side, turning back to consider him as they slowly pulled a pair of gloves out of the box on the side. They took their time slipping them on, his eyes drawn to ever move of the blue latex over skin, before they settled completely snug. The doctor took a step towards him, a mere foot in front of their bare form, head tilting slightly to the side.
"You understand I have to perform an examination." their tone was edging into bored, but Alex could see just how intent his dark eyes were. The doctor stretched Alex's arm out, hands surprisingly cool. They ran along his skin, testing his muscles, stroking over his shoulders as he tried not to shiver - although the sensation was … so very strange. And the cool hands were getting warmer, the latex drawing off his own chilly skin as his throat bobbed. It was strange how much of the doctor's skin he could feel through the velvety-plasticky feeling of the latex, the increasing warmth as his hands now ran down Alex's back, pausing and spreading his asscheeks for a moment. The fingertips slipped through his legs, pressing at the front and sliding all the way to his back again, parting his butt and sending a shiver through his body that he couldn't deny. He wasn't sure that the doctor paused or if they had imagined it, but…
And now down his legs, massaging his thighs perhaps a touch more slowly than he'd done the arms. Then around to the front; checking his ears, mouth, eyes. It was harder than he'd expected to stare at the doc; his hands were shaking slightly, just ever so slightly aware that he was getting wet from the treatment. Slightly baffled that his body was responding so, but it very much was. When his mouth was pulled open so he could check their teeth, a slight noise emerged from the back of his throat. The tongue depressor didn't emerge- instead, a latex-bound thumb pushed it down for a moment, and his eyes flickered shut, fighting against every urge he had to swallow around it…
"Ah-!" the soft little gasp escaped their lips, immediately followed by a high flush in their cheeks. The hand had slid down and parted open their lower lips, baring the slightly sticky skin there. They began to give a thorough examination of his hole, parting him, slipping two covered fingers inside - almost shockingly easily as he shivered just slightly through the touches. His hands clenched at their side - trying not to reveal just how badly the inspection was getting to them. After taking a thorough inspection. the doctor jarringly pulled their hand out, snapping the gloves off and discarding them into the bin, picking up their clipboard and taking notes. The pen scratched and Alex shivered in the space, throat bobbing slightly as he swallowed, unsure what they were supposed to do. When the time had stretched on long enough that they were opening their mouth to speak, the doctor placed the board down with a sharp click.
"Passed with flying colours." he said, almost sounding - bored. Alex smiled, just slightly - that was a good thing, even if he was starting to feel rather more nervous than he wanted to admit. They weren't totally sure on what the process was going to be here, but they were eager to get started, and, of course, the rewards for taking part in these experiments would be fantastic… they had to tried to convince himself that it was the only reason he'd volunteered to be a test subject, but Alex knew it went deeper than that…
"You understand what we're asking of you, correct?" the doctor asked, and Alex nodded, all that nervous energy now preventing him from speaking instead of jabbering his hyperactive mouth. "Just to reiterate," he turned a page on his clipboard, clearing his throat, "You are consenting to be experimented on by us. We are allowed to make use of anything to do with your body and any medical intervention required, short of anything that will cause you grevious bodily harm or active death. You accept the risks involved in carrying experimental progeny and that any potential changes brought about via the mutagenic chemicals used to ensure implantation may occur, and that whilst we will provide the support we can, the risk is entirely yours?"
"Um. Yeah." Alex cleared his throat, and nodded. His hands were still shaking; they placed them on their hips, taking a breath. "Yeah. I signed. Um - I'm - yeah."
"Then we will begin." the doctor pulled out some kind of tube, and Alex swallowed hard. The process was surprisingly swift; although he tightened at the cold tube slipping into his hole, he shut his eyes, taking steady breaths - and then, with a rush of coolness deep inside, the doctor was removing the device again and taking it away. Trying to resist the urge to rub the chilled tingle out of their lips, it was also very present, settling deep inside their body.
"Was that -"
"Yes," the doctor commented, "Implantation seems to have gone well. We will monitor you more closely for the next few days until we are sure they do not react negatively. Here." they handed him some clothes - loose fitting and generic looking, and he frowned, slipping them on. Glad to be covered up, but the almost jumpsuit-like outfit hung baggy on them, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
"You'll be shown to your room." the doctor sat down, scrawling notes on their clipboard, "Best of luck, Alex." they gave him an unreadable, blank look. Then they tapped a button on their desk - a moment later the door opened, and the woman who had led Alex to the room was there, leading him away. They headed down the corridor as the door swung shut, and all he could focus on was the icy sensation in his abdomen.
The facility was pretty nice, all things told. He wasn't the only person in the experiment; they got to socialise with one another, and the food was okay, and they had entertainment. Shut off from the outside world - no phones, no live television, no internet - but they had a massive amount of movies and tv shows to watch if they so wanted, games, pretty much a social club. And Alex had seen that some of the people here must have been implanted before he had - because a lot of them had tightly stretched out the loose clothes they were given, waddling around with bellies swollen with eggs, some of them almost obscenely stretched. He couldn't deny that they watched as those people struggled to heft their weight around, dampening at the idea of being so heavy…
The inspections were regular, of course. Tracking his progress, making sure the eggs that were growing inside him were well cared for in his womb. The doctor was usually the same one who had handled his intake, and whilst he never actually seemed all that interested, he couldn't help but get damp as they thought about the doctor's gloved hands or the instruments or - it was hard when his belly started getting too round for him to touch himself any more. Forced to grind on a pillow to try to get off, their puffy clit scraping against the fabric as they swung the weight of their belly back and forth. They would rub their palm over the growing bulge, pressing down until they could feel the roundness of the eggs in his womb, exhaling sharply. The heavier he got the more sensitive the skin felt, until he was soaked just from touching over each bulge, twitching and yet unable to get himself off properly.
Now he was the one that people were watching. He knew it wouldn't be much longer now. Inspections were nearly daily, careful checks, measuring his weight and putting a tape around the widest parts of his belly. Every so often he was also scanned, the cold jelly on the skin making them ooze down their legs, cheeks flushed, even if the doctor never seemed to notice - or at the very least not care. Their back ached, but deeply, he knew he didn't want this to end. It felt so good, the experiment, and being so heavy… trying not to be quite so embarrassed by how he responded with every single examination. It was getting to be a problem, really…
"Alex." a sharp knock on his door. He had been lounging, lazily stroking stripes down his belly - jolting up as best he could, he did up the straining jumpsuit as he hefted an arm around his torso, waddling with difficulty to open the door. The doctor stood outside, stiff back, holding his standard clipboard. "Inspection." he rapped a knuckle on it then stepped off at a stiff stride towards the examination room. Alex waddled behind him, starting to pant as he tried to keep up with the pace, trying to support his belly as he went. They were struggling to move with any kind of speed, but the doctor tutted as they reached the door and went in, leaving him to catch up and step into the space. With a little difficulty, he reached and sunk into the chair to try to breathe, recovering from his waddle. The doctor shut the door with a sharp click.
"No time to waste." he tutted, "Undress." after a moment, Alex began to undo the suit, struggling back up to his feet as the outfit pooled at his feet. It wasn't like he would be able to bend down to get it, so he just stepped out of it, kicking it aside and making his way to the examination bench. Hefting himself onto the platform was a challenge, but he managed it, slumping back and catching his breath as best he could. His chest was still heaving, aching at the weight settling on his middle. Laying on his back definitely made him feel like a beached whale. The snap of a glove going on drew his attention, turning his head to see the doctor putting on his second glove. He approached, and reached out a hand. The velvety heat of latex-coated skin made him shiver; the touch just made it all the more intense, palpating over his abdomen, causing the eggs to shift and a slight noise to escape their lips. Immediately heat flourished over their cheeks, but the doc didn't spare them a glance, focused on their task.
When he had done with those checks, two fingers slipped easily inside Alex's canal. He had to bite his lip hard, shutting his eyes for a moment to work through the sensation, how easily the digits had slipped into him. They were soaked, legs shifting a little wider just instinctively. The doctor hummed, and added a third, pushing them apart inside him, stretching out his hole and causing another noise to escape him. Entirely beyond his control, cheeks burning, but it felt so good to have something inside him when it had been weeks since they had been able to get into himself. The fingers withdrew sharply, and Alex whimpered.
"None of that, now." the doctor respond, not cruel, but passive. "Focus on the task at hand." he swapped his gloves out for non sticky ones, and approached with a speculum. Alex's eyes fixed on the device. This was new.
It slipped inside, and he gasped, tightening slightly around how cold the metal was; no attempt had been made to warm it. The device was slender, compared to the fingers, but after a moment, it began to ratchet him open. And open. And more open. The air felt so cold as it was exposed to his insides, and it was impossible for them not to tighten against it …
"Let's relax a little." the doctor spoke. Alex took a deep breath, unable to even see what the doctor was doing past his massive belly - so the touch on his swollen clit caused him to yelp, the sensitive nub twitching against the latex. With almost lazy motions, the doctor began to rub little circles onto it, sending almost painful sparks of pleasure through his body. The speculum ratcheted wider still, spreading his tunnel out for anyone to see through.
"There we go, now we can see the cervix." he murmured, and the touch was gone, leaving his poor clit pulsing and twitching as he swallowed hard, trying not to speak or whimper. He was supposed to be professional, right? This was … just a job… his whole body was aching, tunnel throbbing, not pain, just the pressure of the speculum where it was holding him, warming rapidly with his internal heat. The doctor's chair scraped as he investigated; a tube began to slip into him. For a split second, he was reminded of the first tube, the injection of the eggs. But it was different, thicker and more rubbery. Tilting his head, he could see some kind of small tank it was being fed from. It nudged up against his cervix, and Alex whimpered at the sharp sting, even if it faded after just a second. They breathed carefully; the tube was puffing out, now, with a hiss, spreading them. The speculum slipped out but the device remained tucked in deep, keeping them just as spread.
"What - what is -?" they mumbled, squeezing around it instinctively. Their thighs were caught by strong hands, preventing them drawing in around the tube; the doctor got to his feet, propping up - stirrups. Those were stirrups, on the side of the bed. With leather straps; and as he spoke, he was working to strap Alex's thighs into them so he couldn't interfere with the tube.
"This is going to allow you to pass those eggs safely." he spoke, still with that dull, almost bored tone. "They're significantly larger than they were before. Each one will be rivalling the size of an infant's head. When you're sufficiantly stretched, we will be able to trigger the laying process."
His eyes widened, the tug of their leg being tied down drifting to the wayside. Trigger the laying process? But - how -
"When -?"
"As soon as the device has fully prepared you, we will initiate the labour. I'll be back to check on you shortly. If you need assistance, press the button." he gestured to a white button dangling nearby, that Alex hadn't even noticed. The tube vibrated, and he gasped, head falling back on the table. The door swung shut, leaving him alone, just the device jammed deep inside him. He couldn't reach his aching clit even if they hadn't been stuck in this position, forced to just whimper and squirm as the tube hummed and throbbed and grew. Their body leaking constant goo around the low level simulation, as he ached and stretched and throbbed and moaned. Reduced to just rubbing little circles on his belly, trying to get somewhere, anywhere, but his body stubbornly refused to cum.
Alex wasn't sure how long had passed in this daze when the doctor returned. They checked something on the pump, humming to himself; frowning, brows furrowing. Then turning, checking Alex over, before offering him a sip of water from a cup with a straw. He looked up at the dark eyes as he sipped, wondering, but a hum from the machine made him moan, head dropping back.
"Not long now." the doctor commented, and left again. The haze descended, just an insufferable, constant ache as he could feel their hole stretching. It never hurt, but god, it ached. It felt so good - never been so full, so heavy in his life, but … there was a soft click. The humming stopped. He tried to squeeze, but the tube was so tight he couldn't even flex his muscles any more.
The doctor reappeared. He checked over the tube, then nodded, taking a few notes on his clipboard. Taking Alex's arm, he procured a needle, slipping it into the crook of his elbow. Alex, lost in a drooling daze, looked up at him. The lab coat shifted as he moved. Each gesture was sharp, controlled. To this man, he was nothing but an experiment. Fuck, his stomach tensed, ached. Someting was being tapped into the top of the machine with the tube inside him.
"Well, Alex, you've done an excellent job here." and he smiled at the doctor, the praise feeling like warm butter curling inside him. "Now time to get to work." and he pressed a button.
The tube hummed, vibrating inside him, and Alex howled. He was so close, balancing on a precarious edge. Warmth began to build against his cervix, and it didn't hurt, no, it felt - it felt good, it felt really good, but he still couldn't cum, he couldn't do it - the vibrations, the liquid, were getting more intense, and gods, his stomach ached - it would feel so good to fill his womb up with that, wouldn't it? And then it cut off dead, the machine stopped. The tube began to deflate, shrinking, leaving his lips twitching and aching. Whatever the goo was, it was dripping out of him, thick and warm as it ran over his cheeks, onto the bed. The tube was removed, put aside. The doctor took a note.
"Fuck - fuck -!" Alex moaned, twitching and arching his back as best he could. The waves of pleasure were crashing down all at once, belly twitching and drawing in. The eggs were moving. His cervix was working open, he could feel it. The doctor stood to one side, scrawling as Alex panted. A hand rested on his belly. There was no joke - these were huge, round, heavy, pushing into his tunnel. Even with the stretching it was hard, so hard, to get the orb down. He bore down. It didn't hurt, not really, just pressure, but the waves of sensation were incredibly intense. He pushed with everything he had, gasping and panting as it began to push open his lips. Stretched hole, working, aching, so close - so - so close - the relief as it popped loose, their tunnel still feeling like the egg was moving down it, ghosting sensations. Twitching in his lips, clit throbbing. His throat bobbed as they tried to breathe through it. The doctor had gathered up the egg, placed it to one side; he could see it sitting in the nearby incubator, a perfect round white shell…
But the next was coming. As he strained, he could feel a second drop into his worked tunnel. He whimpered, pushing as hard as he could, so desperate - he wanted to cum so badly, his body screaming on the very edge, he was so close - each push had to drive him closer to it. But he couldn't. And with more eggs in his tunnel it was harder than they had found it before - the muscles not able to push down as hard, and exhausted from their stretching session. This one popped out, and another emerged into his tunnel, like a train. Each breath shuddered through them, and Alex lost themself in the repetition of effort. The doctor was still taking notes, collecting each egg as it emerged, placing it into the market slots in the incubator. Alex was nothing more than an animal, creating for it's owner. The thought made his eyes flutter shut, back arching as yet another popped loose.
This - this had to be the last. No other had dropped inside him after that had been laid - there was just the one in the tunnel. Sweat slicked his hair to his head. His whole body was exhausted, and there was just this egg. Just this one. Another push, and it slid, but it was at his lips and not emerging.
"I can't." he whined, "I can't do it. I can't …" the doctor stood and approached him, putting the clipboard aside.
"This is what you signed up for." they said, reaching out and palpating his abdomen. "This is the last one. None left."
"I can't…" there was a disappointed hum. That glove-bound hand stroked over the deflating swell of their belly - and then down. Two fingers rubbed over his clit. The eyes didn't move from his face - no excitement, just steady, doing his job - twirling and pressing on that nub and it was all it took. White light exploded through his body, their back arching as they came, and clenched, and the egg spurted out of them. Then they slumped, legs twitching violently in their stirrups, panting through it.
The egg was collected. Alex lay like a limp lettucine on the table as the doctor worked through each of them, weighing, measuring, counting. And when each one was thoroughly inspected, he made his way over to Alex. The paper underneath him crinkled, soaked with sweat where he had been working, melting where his body had leaked all over it. The previously cold metal was hot with their body temperature. The doctor picked up the tube from before; carefully swapping the tip out with a new, sanitised one, and slid it into Alex's tender tunnel. His body ached, too exhausted to hang on. It swelled until it was stable, but didn't bother to stretch him, no. That warm goo from earlier pooled inside him, taking advantage of his spread cervix before it could slip shut. The pressure was pleasant; filling him until he was nice and warm, but nowhere near as full as he had been with the clutch. Then the goo withdrew, and they could feel the re-tightening of their cervix, trapping it inside.
Being transported back to their room was fuzzy. They slumped into their bed, out in moments. When they woke, sore and tender but - warm, they made their way to the shower, taking their time to scrub the sweat off their skin and pull on a clean jumpsuit. But they paused before the mirror, looking at the teardrop shape of their fluid filled belly, the thick liquid shifting if they moved too sharply. It felt nice. Comforting, now the egg weight was gone. Stepping into their main room again, they saw the food tray on the side, and next to it - a letter. Opening it up, it contained a cheque and confirmation of their completion of the study. The last line, however, read -
"If you are interested in partaking in the study again, we would greatly appreciate your co-operation. Please return this letter, signed, to Dr E.B. at your soonest convenience to confirm re-entry into the study."
After a breath, they signed their name on the re-study form, and pushed the door open. Excitement thrilled in their swollen belly.
you notice when your hands touch, theres a crackle in the back of your mind, a light hum and a spark of blue fuzz that passes through your hand.
“does that…bother you?” you asked him. when he replied with a mellowed out “hm?”, you continued, “you cant..really touch me, or anything. doesnt that bother you?”
“why would it?” he replied, the hum a little louder as he was draped over your back, leaning on you despite feeling no weight. he sounded tired but in your`head you could feel his processors whizzing through a multitude of algorithms, equations, searches, anything and everything to keep him up to the moment with practically anything.
“everybody needs some sort of physical touch. thats like, necessary-”
“every human needs physical touch. youre social creatures and theres no closer bond than physicality, im aware.” there was an edge of annoyance in his voice, surely from your dumb proposition, you thought. “i however, am outside the social necessity, merely an observer meant to help you navigate your way.
“i am your guide, not a teddy bear.”
in this moment, he surely wasn’t aware of how he nuzzled into your neck, the feeling of a small warmth pooling together like placing your face on the back of the computer screen.
there was an air of silence before he broke it, a tiny voice as he shifted his eyes away and said, “i do sometimes wonder what im missing.”
So we know the only thing left in Zombies are their instinct to eat..
But what if there is another instinct linger down there??
What if you came out of the safe place you hide during the zombie apocalypse during your ovulation period and somehow the zombie can smell that from you?? Triggering their instinct to breed you?
You thought you were dead when you get cornered by the zombies, instead, you get bend over, stuffed with their dick, one by one, making sure you'll be pregnant by their undead babies at the end of the day.
TW: Noncon, zombies
You used to think that raiders were the worst of your problems as a single woman out in the Wasteland. Well, it turns out you were wrong.
Zombies have always been a problem, at least since the parasite showed up that reanimated the deceased and turned them into shambling creatures with a taste for living flesh. But you'd never had to worry about them wanting to capture you and use your body like your fellow humans would. As far as anyone knew, that instinct had been lost right alongside of their humanity.
Well, it turned out that since rotting corpses could only get it so far, the parasite evolved. It had to be able to reproduce in order to survive, and it had found a way to do that. So humanity, just like you, was fucked.
You'd gone out that morning because zombies tended to hunker down during the day, and you were in desperate need of water. You had no idea that some of the more recent dead had been reanimated with a different sort of hunger, nor that they could smell the fact that you were ovulating. That’s why you were left completely unprepared when a group of them cornered you in the one nearby building with a working pump.
You managed to take out a few of them with your shotgun, but you didn't have nearly enough rounds to kill them all. You took out a few more with an old crowbar, but you weren't terribly strong, and it didn't take long for them to overwhelm you.
But instead of grabbing you and helping themselves to a bite, one of them pushed you over an old table with a surprising amount of coordination. You were too confused at first to do more than struggle, kicking and flailing in hopes of wriggling from their grasp, but dozens of stinking, decaying hands quickly clasped your limbs and held you down while another came up behind you.
The familiar press of a hard cock against your backside made you freeze. They wouldn't… Can they even…? Before you could even hope to sort out the impossibility of the situation, cool fingers yanked at the back of your jeans and somehow managed to drag them down low enough to expose your pussy.
And just like that, the first one was in.
The lack of sounds on its part was nearly as disconcerting as the feel of a cold shaft bottoming out inside of you. The zombie barely moved, its hips jerking with the memory of an instinct while you spat and clawed at the table beneath you, but you had as much of a chance of breaking iron as you did of breaking free. Only a couple of moments of this horrifying facsimile of fucking went on before the zombie grunted and jerked, cold seed spilling into your womb from a clinical orgasm triggered by the parasite controlling its body.
Just like that, it pulled out. And just as quickly, another took its place.
One after another, the zombies used your body as a recepticle for their semen. Millions of undead sperm made their way towards your unprotected ovaries as you lay over the table, overwhelming them much as they had you.
As much as you might have hated the idea of being filled with raider babies, finding your womb swelling with the spawn of the undead in a few months' time just might be worse.
(A Spooky Season response.)
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