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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.

You see, the eggs inside you right now are like caviar, covered in an aphrodisiac slime. And you’re already burning up, which is enough for them to immediately start them incubating…and growing.

You feel pressure inside you as they grow from pea to marble size, your cheeks going red hot. Nobody is touching you and yet you feel on the verge of coming. You moan as the marbles become golf sized balls, your abdomen now a cute baby bump. There’s a soft glow underneath your skin. You roll your eyes, unable to keep it in anymore. The baby bump suddenly becomes a belly halfway through pregnancy as the eggs pop into tennis ball size like popcorn one by one.

You look so cute right now. But I’m not satisfied. I want to see you pinned down by your own weight. I want to see you look like you’re due with twins.

So I step back in, caress your belly, feeling proud of my self… and then I spread you open again, ready to repeat this cycle once more.

Let’s see how big you can get.

As much as I love feeling each egg sliding in, there's something special about that - the thick slime inside, warm and comforting, but how it feels to grow from the inside - that inexorable stretch, irresistible as I'm swollen, pinned by my own weight and unable to stop it growing ...

Of course I might whine and complain a little but my legs would spread so willingly for you to fill me more, craving that delicious spreading - maybe if you put more clutches in they'll come out so slowly you can always put more in...

Maybe after the second I'll insist... you can fit one more, right..?