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when he gets there, he's is told that he needs an enema as a routine part of the checkup, and who is he to think anything of it? and the doctor wouldn't lie to him, this must be how it is for everyone, right?

so the nurse takes the boy to a side room, and tells him to strip. then he helps the boy onto this weird looking bench with a hole where his tummy lays, which then tilts so his ass is up in the air. but again, he's reminded, all routine, so the boy relaxes even as restraints are slipped over his wrists and ankles.

he tenses up again when the nozzle is pushed in, and his insides flood with water. he cries out when it's sucked back out again, then flooded, then drained then flooded again. each time it feels like more and more is filling him and somewhere within him something gives and pushes farther. eventually the poor boy is so overwhelmed from the sensation that he passes out.

when he comes too, he hears the doctor and the nurse talking, something about a new display. he whines a bit, confused, and the doctor is so very glad that he's awake, he gave them all an awful scare passing out like that. the boy asks if the enema is done, but the doctor says no. because he passed out, they need to run some tests on the boy to make sure he's alright.

the doctor reaches up and pulls down a different nozzle from the ceiling...the boy is only now realizing that there are multiple nozzles, and before he can ask about it, this new one is eased in. This one pushes out more of a gel into him, as a steady pace. The boy moans as it keeps going and going and he can feel it deep in places he doesn't think he should feel it. soon he can feel his belly start to grow, into the open space in the bench. everything feels wrong but the doctor reminds him that this is routine. after some time, the nozzle stops, but unlike with the water, it doesn't suck anything out. no instead the doctor removes the nozzle and tells the boy that it will all be absorbed in a few hours, not to worry. at this point the boy is crying, begging for it to come out, but the doctor tsks, reminding the boy that when he signed those forms earlier, he agreed to any routine procedures. then the doctor and the nurse leave.

alone the boy desperately wracked his brain trying to remember what the forms he signed earlier actually said. he remembers signing the routine procedures, but there was another...something about long term care and being a consenting adult.

the boy dissociates for a bit after that, relieved that when he comes to again, his belly seems smaller. closing his eyes he manages to sleep despite the position. the door opening wakes him and the nurse comes back in. after checking that everything seems to have absorbed, the nurse happily informs the boy that he's on the final portion of the procedure, pulling down the third and final nozzle. this time, whatever is pushing is in thicker than the gel, and heavier. it moves slower through his system but eventually the boy is back to the point where his belly is pushing against the bench. the nurse promises to be back, just saying he's going to go fetch the doctor, who returns. with a syringe.

this next bit is best done when you're asleep and with a pinch, the boy's out like a light.

when he wakes up, he's upright, but everything feels wrong. his back hurts and it feels like his insides are hard. blinking awake, a spotlight shines on him, illuminating the dark square room . to his horror, he finds himself splayed on a pedestal, legs kicking at air, and his belly...if he had the air in his lungs he would have screamed at the stretched taut lump that used to be his nice flat tummy. with a shaking hand he reaches up and feels it. it's rock hard.

the doctor comes in, pleased, and after waiting for the boy to tire himself out of fearful questions, he tells the boy a few things. number one that the gel is an experimental treatment that makes whatever it's absorbed into stretch without fail. and number two, that if the boy can get himself off of the pedestal, he's free to go. and finally, that he might consider himself lucky that they stopped at filling him at his stomach, that they could have put the concrete all the way through him

the boy's eyes go wide at this, and before he can ask the obvious question, the doctor snaps his fingers. the previously dark walls turn translucent and the boy is horrified to see many other pedestals. one has a boy kneeling, cock and balls seemingly filled, another boy has his head tipped all the way back and a spire reaching out of this mouth. one is balanced upside down, mouth kissing the pedestal and belly bulging. one of the ones closest to our boy is halfway standing, stomach distended wildly as he tries to pull himself up and off of what is impaling him.

like i said, theoretically, you should be able to remove yourself from the pedestal, without any lasting damage to boot. just stretch yourself off, and you're free to go. the boy struggles, realizing with his legs dangling, he's got no traction to work with and begins to cry again. even pushing up on his arms, he can only get his belly to shift a few inches. the doctor just laughs, though if you did get yourself free, you would be the first.

with a wave over his shoulder the doctor leaves the boy, impaled and helpless to begin to make eye contact with the others, realizing that despite the promise, the game is rigged and he's never going anywhere, ever again.

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wow, okay that kinda got away from me but honestly...*fans self* i like it even more than when i had the thought initially

permanent belly bulge is one of my favorites, especially when it leaves whoever's filled stuck somewhere helplessly

OOOO this is sooo good!!! The poor guy ending up filled with some sort of solid gel holding him in place with dozens of other unfortunate victims...

One would hope so, after the favors they’re already doing me~

With my belly as distended as it is, the group already loves playing with it. When nearly all of the bottles that they prepared are empty, though, and none of them have had enough to drink to refill their bladders, they’ve still got the pleasure of my open, sloppy holes to play with. After I wake up, and some of the alcohol has worn off, they decide to see what else they can do to me.

After getting double-fisted, one of the empty wine bottles should be easy to fit thick-end first into my cunt, which is the first thing they experiment with. Of course, I’m still a little fucked-up from the previous night, and still soaking wet, so I can’t help the obscene whine that escapes my throat.

“Still a slut, huh?” the one with their hand on the bottle says as they start sliding it in and out of my ruined hole. “Yeah, I’m not surprised you like this. Fuck, you’re so broken, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

“Hey, we didn’t really train his asshole, right?” another asks. “I wanna see what we can do with that.”

“Yeah, good idea - I brought another bottle of wine to get him a little tipsy again, use that one however you want.”

I feel the familiar sensation of a bottle neck sliding into my ass, and I close my eyes with a groan as the alcohol starts draining into me one more time. They’re still as entertained by that as ever, but the real fun starts when the bottle is empty - instead of taking it out, the person holding it instead starts to push it into me, deeper, deeper, my body stretching around it farther than anything has ever stretched it before, making my eyes roll back in my head. They just keep going until the base is past my rim, and I feel my hole struggling to close as it just slides further in.

Now, I’m guaranteed to stay full until someone decides otherwise for me. That wine bottle, enormous, hard, is staying buried in my guts until someone else wants it to come out, and gagged as I am, there’s no good way for me to empty myself. Still, the other wine bottle is being brutally slammed into my cervix over and over again, and I cum, my legs shaking and my entire body tense as I try to clench around the bottle. Of course, the people around me laugh.

“Makes sense that you like that. Fuck, you’re such a slut,” someone says, and I let out a weak groan in response.

“How many beer bottles d’you think we could fit in that bucket cunt if we took the wine bottle out?” someone else asks, but someone else breaks in with another idea - 

“Even better - cans. They’re smaller, so we can fit more. Turn the whore into a human cooler - shit, it’s the only thing that fuckin’ wrecked mess is gonna be useful.”

Ohhhh, I absolutely can do something with cockwarming~

I’ve seen posts about getting tied to centaurs before, and that’s absolutely a classic...but consider getting bound to a dragon. A giant cock, hot, deeper inside of you than it feels like anything should be - and you have no way to escape the heat, the size, the stretch, tied to this enormous creature’s belly as it patrols its territory and hunts, each movement shifting the beast inside of you and taking you with it. Occasionally, the dragon reaches its tipping point from the positive stimulation your soft, tight body is giving him, and he cums deep inside of you - but none of it can leave you, simply making your belly swell more and more throughout the day until it’s almost as big as you are, the ropes around you straining to keep you held tight.

You can do nothing about this, of course. As much as your services are appreciated for keeping the dragon calm and non-aggressive, you’re just his cocksleeve, after all - what matters most is his pleasure, not how much cum you think you can hold or how many times you can orgasm from the feeling of being so stretched out constantly.

instead of my friends, i'd be taking the trip with a pair of doms who shove a thick dildo in my boycunt and strap me into the backseat before starting to drive. they know their pretty little pet won't be able to go the entire ride without getting fucked, after all.

before it's time to get into the car, they lay me down on the bed and fill me with little blue eggs, each one scarcely bigger than a chicken's, until my stomach is distended and i'm panting from the pressure. they praise me for taking the eggs so well, rubbing my sore tummy to help them settle in. one of them pulls a nice thick dildo out and pushes it into my boypussy, making me groan from how full i feel. "hopefully this will keep you satisfied during the drive," he says with a smirk. "we know how you get when you go too long without cock..."

i blush and thank both of them for taking care of me. they help me to the car--the eggs shift inside me with every step, and i'm struggling not to let my gait slip into a waddle. they buckle me in, careful not to let the straps dig into my middle. one dom gives my belly a loving pat before he gets in the driver's seat, saying he hopes i enjoy the treats they gave me.

for the first couple hours, i just mindlessly bounce on the dildo, occasionally rubbing my swollen tummy and squirming from how sensitive it feels. i manage to cum twice this way, and my doms chuckle when they hear me whimpering through my climaxes.

at hour three, a realization pushes its way through the haze in my mind. my belly is... bigger, now, forming a perfect round curve that juts out from my flat chest and makes me look like i'm seven months pregnant. it rubs against my thighs, and i have to spread my legs to give my new bump enough space. i run my hands all over it, moaning softly at how good it feels. just then, i feel a strange pop, and look down to find that my bellybutton is now sticking out proudly. the dom in the passenger seat turns back to watch me, grinning. "having fun?" he asks. i nod in a daze, barely able to focus on anything but exploring my growing belly.

i keep expanding at they drive, making me groan from the increasing fullness. i go from looking like i'm seven months along to nine, then like i'm having twins, then triplets, then quadruplets... the growth shows no sign of stopping, even when my belly brushes against my knees, and i find that i can no longer reach all the way around it. my seatbelt digs tighter into my rounding flesh, until finally i have to move the chest strap behind me. my doms switch drivers twice, poking into the backseat to rub my massive bump and coo at me about how big i've gotten. i squirm under their touch, to the extent that i still can. it's getting harder to move, and i'm too heavy now to properly ride the dildo lodged in me, only able to slowly rock my hips under the weight of my womb. i moan wantonly as i massage the sides of my belly in wide, eager circles. i'm so wet that it must be dripping onto the seats by now.

by hour eight, it seems like i've stopped growing. my swollen middle brushes against the back of the front seats, and i've rocked myself through a few more small orgasms. my face is flushed bright red, and every breath is a struggle with the eggs pressing up against my lungs. my mind is too fuzzy for me to be concerned about it; all that matters is how amazing it feels to be this massive. my shirt gave up on covering me hours ago, leaving my impossibly pregnant belly bare and proud. my doms can tell how aroused i still am, even at this size and after cumming multiple times, and call me a good little breeding slut. i smile weakly at the praise.

another hour passes, and i've started to feel cramps rippling through my womb. at first they hurt, but there's an undercurrent of pleasure beneath them, keeping me wet and squirmy. my doms take notice, grinning to each other as they hear my moans get louder and lower with each contraction. to their amusement, i keep fucking myself with the dildo, at least as much as my weighed-down body will allow. fireworks go off in my brain with every pain that courses through me. as i groan through a particularly strong contraction, i feel liquid start to run down my legs and onto the car seat. "my water just broke," i moan.

one of my doms looks back at me again, clearly aroused by my helpless state. he reaches over to rub my belly as another contraction takes hold of me, making me whine obscenely. "you're so pretty like this," he croons. "we'll be home soon, and then you can birth all those eggs for us. would you like that, baby?" i nod weakly, overwhelmed by pain and arousal.

i lose track of how much time has passed as the contractions get worse, tearing through my body with seemingly no break between them. pain is starting to win over pleasure, but my tdick is still hard and twitching--not that i could reach it like this. there's an awful pressure in my hips, getting worse by the minute. i cry out as the first egg presses hard against my cervix. fuck, i need to push. i roll my hips against the seat, trying to resist the urge. surely we're almost home...

after maybe twenty minutes of agony, my body starts forcing the egg out on its own. i feel it, much larger now than it was this morning, start to squeeze through my cervix, only to be stopped by the fake cock still inside me. the pained groan i let out is so loud that one of my doms turns around to check on me again.

"i need to push..." i whine. "the toy... mmm... eggs can't move past it..." my boypussy starts to bulge outward as another egg drops into my birth canal. i can't even lift my hips enough to pull myself off of the dildo.

the dom watches me struggle, his eyes dark and gleaming with something wicked. "poor thing," he coos mockingly. "i bet it hurts, huh? i bet you feel so achingly full..." he starts to rub my belly again, making me groan in pleasure despite myself.

"please," i whimper. "please, i need to give birth, please help me..."

"don't worry, we'll be home in another hour."

Above me, I can see two screens. There's a pretty pink spiral on the main one directly in my view. On the second screen is a spiral and a stream chat.

The camera turns on, and a livestream starts. I am being broadcasted to thousands of strangers.

Someone in the chat donates $5. The timer starts counting down 5 minutes. The machine in front of me whirrs to life, pushing a large dildo into my pussy. It thrusts in and out of me slowly, as I gasp and moan and struggle against my binding.

At the end of the 5 minutes, the machine stops and I'm able to regain some of my composure. But only for a moment. Another donation comes in, the timer resetting itself. The machine starts fucking me again.

Images flash on the spiralling screen and I stare at it. I don't know why I want to watch it, but I do. Soon enough, I'm a drooling, stupid mess, getting fucked on and off for who knows how long.

Donation after donation floods the stream, the timer unable to hit zero before another donation resets it.

How long have I been fucked by this machine now? An hour? 10 hours? A day, a week?

The stream milks orgasm after orgasm out of me. What ever protest I was making has now melted into sweet, loud moans. I'm not even aware I'm begging for more.

After countless more orgasms, I've lost the ability to speak. I just smile and moan, cumming over and over and over again.

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not exactly a prompt, but with some consideration, i think two of my fav concepts you've introduced me to are the over lapping preg, and being made to carry foals... if being forced to take horsecock and never being fully allowed to have an empty womb sounds fun, id love to see it!

I have such a weak spot for being forced to carry foals <3

There's a brand-new market for one particular breed of horse that only recently made its way onto the scene. It's known for its strength, speed, and stamina - as well as its virility. At least this makes it easy to breed, right? Well, being as new as it is, there isn't really an established breeding population, and breeders are having trouble getting a hold of studs and mares. At this point, people after the money are desperate for anyone who can help. Desperate enough to resort to some...sleazier methods. And by sleazier, I mean outright illegal. People have started going missing.

Since I don't live near any farms associated with horse breeding, I think I'm in the clear, but I'm unaware that the more influential farms have started expanding their...range, so to speak. They don't care about gender or history - as long as someone has an available womb, they're a target. And, as it turns out, I'm a target. I only figure this out when I'm yanked violently from the street and promptly drugged to keep me docile while I'm transported to my new life.

When I wake up, I'm secured tightly to a breeding rack, entirely naked. The smell of my environment and the general way sounds fill the space both make it clear that I'm in a barn, but I can't see - they've placed a hood over my head. It doesn't take me too long to figure out what this is probably related to, and my suspicions are confirmed with the sound of hoofbeats. I can't look, obviously, but I don't need to. The people in charge of the operation direct the horse verbally and talk to each other about their luck in finding an easy target, but they don't address me at all. I barely exist to them.

I do, however, exist to the horse.

Before long, its cock is guided to my exposed cunt. The handlers rub it up against me, to show the horse that there's an easy hole for it to use, and the horse doesn't take long at all to take advantage of that. It forces its way into my unprepared, untrained hole, and I cry out in pain, muffled by the hood. Some of the handlers tell me to shut up, but some of them laugh. I can't really pay attention to what else they're saying, though, because the horse is pumping his cock into me, doubtlessly pent-up because he didn't have anyone to take his seed. Luckily for him, that dry spell is coming to an end with a new slut to use.

He doesn't take long to cum inside of me, ramming his cock right up against my cervix. His flare stretches me out, opening me up wide and deep, and I groan in discomfort. The way his seed paints my womb, though...the heat, the slickness, the way he makes me feel so full...it makes my toes curl. It makes my pussy clench around him. It makes my skin tingle. I hope the handlers don't think anything of my heavy breathing as the horse slides his softening cock out of me with a wet pop, and they direct him away from me to untie me and escort me to my new living space.

I'm kept captive in a small room with all of the medical equipment they need to monitor the health of the foal. It's not about my health, not at all, unless something about me is going to impact how the foal develops. I start showing within mere weeks of the breeding, but that's to be expected, of course - humans don't normally carry foals, and this breed is large. I can already tell that I'm walking differently just because I'm carrying the extra weight.

When I'm about halfway along, the handlers pull the hood over my head again and strap me into the rack. Once again, I'm forced to take horsecock - that glorious, thick, flared thing, raping a foal into me. I moan while the horse breeds me, but I just hope the people who kidnapped me mistake my pleasure for groans of pain and discomfort. I don't want to find out what they'd do if they found out that I was getting closer and closer to cumming every time I was faced with the pain of a bruised cervix, the pain of a cock just too big for me, the pain of a flare locking so much seed into my womb. It's difficult to get worse than horse rape, but if they're willing to do this to me, then they're probably willing to experiment.

My belly only grows quicker from there. The next time the handlers check up on the foal, they celebrate - now it's foals, plural. The sheer virility of this breed makes it more than capable of knocking up some poor incubator over and over again, even if that incubator is already destined to give birth. To celebrate this discovery, they strap me into the rack again. I don't know if I can get knocked up this soon, but part of me hopes I can. I'm still trying my damndest to disguise my depraved pleasure from my captors, but there's a deep section of me that wants them to find out, that wants them to take advantage of my pleasure. Who cares if I'm embarrassed or humiliated? If I'm enjoying it this much, it's probably just meant to be.

Unfortunately, the horse doesn't give me a third foal that time. The handlers make trying for a third a weekly event, even as I get nearer and nearer to my due date. At least, my due date for the first foal. I have no clue what the due date for the second foal is, but we don't need to focus on that yet. My belly, heavy with foals, becomes harder and harder for me to carry around until I'm essentially bedridden. That just makes it harder for me to resist the handlers when they strap me into the breeding rack again, but it's not like I'd resist even if I could. I relish the way my middle hangs heavy beneath me as the horse fills me again, and again, and again, even though he's already bred me twice. Three times, actually, after another month of attempts.

They've put another two foals into me by the time the first one is finally ready, timing it perfectly for a new foal each month. Four total, and that's only from before they figured out how often I could get pregnant. I don't know how I'm going to handle being so unbearably full, with however many foals in different stages of growth, but that doesn't matter. My job is only to be an incubator, a good hole for the horse to use, and a source of foals.

When the due date comes, I go into labor quickly and violently, a horrible contraction putting a stop to every other sense. I can only start screaming.

The foal stretches my cervix open wide, wide, too wide to handle, and the pain makes the edges of my vision go dim. Squeezing through my birth canal, the foal forces my body to accommodate something it was never meant to, so the pain is expected - what I don't expect as much is the pleasure. I knew that I could get used to taking horsecock, but the orgasm that rips through me as the first foal slides wetly from my sloppy cunt takes me by surprise, and takes everyone in the room by surprise, too. When I start moaning deliriously for horsecock, though, begging for my messy hole to be filled, they finally figure it out. Luckily, they're all too glad to strap me back into the rack, and the horse gives me another of his foals just after I gave birth to the first. The pain of birth combined with the abuse of my cunt just makes me cum harder.

The handlers, luckily, don't change the current arrangement by much. The horse still gets to breed me as often as he wants, even if I can't get pregnant that often, and now I just let myself experience the pleasure and pain as one, especially if he uses me multiple times a day. It doesn't matter how sore or used I am if the horse needs to get off. The handlers seem entertained by my willingness to go along with this, if anything, taunting me and teasing me for taking to my new role as easily as I have. More than once, another jet of cum paints my skin just as the horse paints my insides, the handlers all too happy to jack off to the sight of my naked body being taken by a horse, too pregnant to be healthy, too perverted to be displeased.

Now that they've figured out the perfect timeframe, I start popping out a foal each month, and I can never help cumming like the slut I am. They always let the horse have his way with me after each time, and there's something so special about the pain of horsecock just after pushing out a foal, too big for my body to handle without protest. It makes me cum harder than one of the normal rape sessions. It's hard to call it rape, at this point, when I'm enjoying it so much - but I want the horsecock to be a part of my life without my consent. I love that they never ask me if I'm ready, never give me any preparation. They just make sure my belly is in a good spot so that the foals are safe before the horse puts another in me.

Once a girl turns 18 she can choose to join my society where all women in my utopia are forced to wear fertility collars that change colors respective to their position in society there would be four different colors in the collars, representing green would be the free-use sluts that can be fucked anytime throughout the day.

on her way to work, it starts at the train ticket booth being fucked and filled by the guard after being given a ticket, making her way down to the platform and there is already a line waiting at the bottom of the platform where she is just pushed to the ground and raped and bred over and over until the train finally arrives.

the rules for being on public transport were she would only be allowed to stand in front of a door or the walls no sitting, and another 4-5 guys taking their turns one of the guys got mad and slapped her around a little bit, knowing her stops coming up and she has to get off.

getting to work, the boss is hosting a meeting, and she comes out with the platter of food on the lunch break, where the men can eat and empty their balls after they've had their meal, a line would start forming each man on a time crunch pumping and dumping his cum as quickly as he can before having to head back to the office, and after each employee has had their fill of her, going to the bosses room and presenting her cunt in case her boss might want it while he fills out some reports.

green collared sluts would be career women and the main reason for their existence is to make sure men's balls are always drained in the workplace on the way to work, there would be other workplaces they exist in, some heading towards industrial zones being tied up to out of work machinery, making sure every working man or tradesmen has their balls emptied.

Women with blue fertility collars would be private rape dolls, only given to the men at the top of society, the top performing students at universities, and anyone with high status, they would be carefully selected and picked from thousands of applicant's be trained in sexual seduction and be modified turned into a proper bimbo rape doll, their bodies a symbol of their high status and that they are reserved for private use.

they would only have one user, and that person would have access to them all throughout the day, making sure they are always performing at the top of their fields, her job would be to always be available always be dressed as slutty as possible, Woman with blue collars would be allowed to tease other men but never touch or be fucked by them, they would be a status symbol the envy of most men, and the woman who doesn't perform to the best of her ability would be de-ranked and moved to red fertility collars.

Women with red fertility collars would be society rape toys, their days would begin differently some heading towards public breeding pits, where she is propped up with hundreds of other women on breeding bars in a public square and just raped over and over all day by men from all walks of life.

some would go to public bathrooms and be chained to sinks and some were chained to the toilets, and are repeatedly raped all day by men after relieving themselves.

others would go to public libraries, with muzzles over their mouths because they have to stay quiet in a library, propped up by a breeding bar in each reading booth, borrow a book head towards a reading alcove, rape a red collard breeding slut, read your book and go home, these girls would be extremely popular for how adept they would be at not reacting to be being raped.

once a girl is successfully bred, her collar would turn purple, and she would be taken to a breeding farm, men would travel on vacation to these farms and pay a premium to fuck pregnant rape toys, and women would be sorted on how far along term they are, the bigger and rounder her belly is the more a man has to pay, these farms would be very popular the women thinking they were going to get a break instead just fucked night after night with a round pregnant swollen belly in heat, tongue sticking desperately as men sneak into the farm basement every night to milk your tits while they pump more cum into you, drinking from your udders while holding your swollen round belly.

Green ties in with my regular train rape fantasies

Blue ties in with my need to be seen as classy

Red ties in with my desire to be restrained in public for general use

You were left alone for a few days to get used to the squirming in your bladder. On the bright side the slime venom had made it so you couldn’t pop but on the other hand it seemingly made it so your walls absorbed the liquid you drank. And you drank. The doctors insisted the slimes needed water to be healthy so would give you glass after glass. Before long the skin that had once been the entrance into your bladder pushed down just slightly into your urethra worsening the desperation. You were instructed to sleep with a ring in your hole and your legs open in case you were “prime.”

A few mornings later you woke from an unnaturally heavy sleep to feel the doctor inserting a small speculum into your hole. In after that went some sort of injection and he uncomfortably pushed a funnel mechanism into your dilated piss hole. He squeezed a bulb you realized in your half asleep daze was attached to the funnel and the pressure in your abdomen flowed out though not completely . The funnel stopped and you realized that it hasn’t taken the extra liquid put of your walls. That would just be a permanent bulge.

this time he had two tubes instead of just the thin one. The thin one was attached to your urethra once more while the other went to your backdoor. The doctor walked out without a word and you were left impaled. He walked back in and didn’t explain anything this time. You felt those rolling circular slimes enter into both of your holes but this time the tanks were bigger. Your bladder had been acclimated to its previous size but you could feel it stretching and squirming. Even worse it pressed against the other slime filled parts elsewhere in your body. You weren’t strapped down but started to squirm and the doctor placed his hand on your stomach and it kept going. You understood then that the first batch had been preparation for your longer term breeding position. The slimes moved inside you worse then the ones before and you could see your bladder twitch. Then it slowed, the tube was pulled out and an injection was put in to speed the dilation ending. Injecting your backside to tighten the muscles there as well.

“these’ll be in there for a while.” The doctor said. Plugging both of your holes this time and leaving your legs loosely strapped open “it inhibits their growth if you squeeze” and we want to encourage your bladder expansing downwards as well as to the side.”

(idk if you want the description of the carrying ✨)

I know, I know, being woken up with such an intense thrusting in your hole can be so overwhelming.

But you’re taking it so well darling, that’s the highest speed the fucking machine has. You look so pretty being bounced like that, good thing I locked those pretty thighs up huh, or you’d bounce right off.

Oh I love that little squeal you make when I pinch your nipples, it’s so sweet.

Now once you cum 3 times I’ll get you all set up, you’re going to be my cockwarmer today, doesn’t that sound nice?

No don’t whines you absolutely can cum three times. I know you love getting your hole used like this, let me help you pet.

Now now if you’re going to scream like that when I put the vibrator on you I’ll just have to figure something to do with that mouth instead. Oh I have an idea, let me sit on your face darling how does that sound, you can suck my cock and then you won’t be so rowdy.

Now open wide, oh good pet, so sweet for me. And a-ah yes, I love your mouth, I could fuck it for hours. Now I’m going to put the vibrator back so try not to squirm too much.

Ahhh see, not nearly so loud this time. Oh! You came so quick! I knew you liked this, you always whine but it’s your favorite way to wake up isn’t it.

Don’t complain darling I can’t understand you from down there. Just two more, let me turn up the vibrations for you. Oh yes, look at you bucking away like that, no silly, this is going to help you cum, so you just have to take it ok? Ahh good toy, that was another good orgasm, last one pet you can do it.

Ah, yes, do that with your tongue again, mm good little cocksucker. That feels so good. Now now last one, I’m going to turn the vibrator to high so do your best. God you look so pretty like this, being relentlessly fucked, flushing pink and ready to cum. So good pet one more.

You’re doing so well, I can tell you’re getting close. Oh so good, good little slut for me. Oh! That did it! You always cum when I call you a slut huh. Aww and look at your legs shaking, it must be an intense one. Don’t worry I’ll take off the vibrator once you finish cumming. But looking at how much you’re shaking, it might be while.

Keep whining pet the vibrations feel great on my cock. Ah ah! Oh! And that’s four. You came an extra time for me! Such a good pet.

Well, as promised I’m going to let you cockwarm me all day pet. You did so well!

She lays next to you stroking your hair and face. You push rhythmically to get those damn eggs out, shifting from your front to your back to sitting up to kneeling down. So uncomfortable, you shuddered as your hole buldged, your body slowly giving in to birthing the first egg. Her colourful eyes watched closely, she stroked her cock as you struggled.