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Getting fucked with a knotted dildo… they keep pulling just the knot out and ramming it back in… each time they do, my mind goes completely blank for increasingly long intervals… leaving me a drooling, mindless mess with a knot stretching my entrance and the rest of the toy making my tummy bulge…
want you to lay me down on a table, still clothed, and inject me with something. it's experimental, you say. what does it do? that depends on if it works. you'll find out in time, anyway, you tell me, and i trust you -- you're a specialist, after all. you're trained in helping people like me. so when i start to feel a little tingly i'm assured it's all a part of the process. but it's, wow, it's really strong. my clothes start to feel a little tight; is it warm in here, suddenly? you don't look uncomfortable. you've wiped my arm with an alcohol wipe and placed a clean bandage over the site, cool against my skin. i'm sweating a little, and the tingling feeling is getting stronger. it's starting to prickle through my stomach and lower, shit, into my groin which feels just as warm as the rest of me, no, warmer, molten on the inside and i want to ask you why but i know why. this is all part of my treatment. it just keeps getting stronger, the pinpricks of friction every time i shift a little magnifying under the pressure of your gaze as you stand back. how do you feel, you ask me, and i say i feel hot. i'm grateful i can still speak, still think with perfect clarity, but it's odd, too, feeling my brain and body clash like this. i feel hot all over, i say. and i'm very sensitive. i don't tell you that my clit is practically standing up, but you can see by the way i'm grinding my hips that the chemicals are starting to fully kick in. so you direct me to lay back, gently, like a good doctor, your latex gloves gliding easily against my sides and back. you place my arms against the table and click something into place, constricting them, and i'm so, so confused but i want to understand. what's happening, doctor? don't worry, you say, this is a good result. this is what we were looking for. can you tell me more about how it feels? i'm starting to whine a little under my breath, and you casually fix my legs in place too, open. i feel hot, i answer, but i already said that. i feel -- the word takes a minute to reach my lips -- aroused. can you give me any details? you ask. um. my clitoris feels very sensitive. i can feel that i'm wet, and my walls ache with a kind of limited tightness. i'm usually not one to get wet at all. i can barely brush a finger against my opening without pain, and it hurts still, but it's like it's fighting the usual tension of my muscles. good, you say. can you tell me any more? i pause for a moment. it's erect, i confess, my clitoris. saying it aloud makes the muscles in my stomach spasm. and i'm close to orgasm, i say, fighting to remain composed. i'm going to come. you continue to look at me, eyes trained on the juncture of my pelvis as i buck against the restraints. that's alright, you say, and place a hand on my stomach, and it's so light, separated by a clean sheath of latex but it's enough, and i come untouched as you press me into the table.
dumbification done at the request of someone- someone who just wants to turn their brain off for a bit, ignore their problems, relax
they don't really know what they're asking for, but they're lucky to have a friend who knows just how to take care of them
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Look," Brooke says, "I just need like an hour or two of not thinking about work or everyone in my family losing their fucking mind over my sister's new fiance or any of that. Like a reset." She knows she sounds a little defensive, but it was already embarrassing enough to ask the first time. "You said you can do that, right?"
Grace smiles at her, touching two fingers to Brooke's wrist like she's trying to comfort her. "I can." Her smile widens, and she says, "Just try to relax."
Brooke nods. "I--"
"No talking," her friend interrupts. Her fingers slide up Brooke's wrist just a little. "Just relax."
Brooke can do that. She can relax. She can relax and not think about how much stuff she has due for work or how much her boss sucks or ho--
"Relax." Grace's fingers inch a little higher on Brooke's arm. Brooke's fingers feel limp.
Brooke takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying not to think about how her sister keeps bringing back the worst men, and her entire family falls all over themselves to--
"Relax." Grace's fingers move over Brooke's shoulder, to her collarbone, then down between Brooke's breasts.
Her breasts, which aren't big enough, unlike her hips, which--
"Relax." Grace's fingers trail back up, up Brooke's neck to her face, pressing closed one eye and then the other.
They are too heavy to open again.
"As you relax," Grace says, dragging her fingers into Brooke's limp mouth to press down on her heavy tongue, "your mind relaxes too, and you can feel your thoughts starting to trickle out of your brain and down your body until they start leaking out of your cunt. Can you feel your thoughts leaking out of your cunt?"
"Uh huh," Brooke says thickly around Grace's fingers. She can feel thoughts dripping out of her cunt and soaking into her panties.
"Good," Grace says. "I want you to remember that, whenever your cunt starts leaking, it's all of your thoughts leaking out, your worries and your fears and all of those big thoughts of yours, until all you're left with is how hot and needy your body is. Can you feel how hot and needy it is now?"
It's hard to think now, her mind slow and hazy without many words left, but she manages to mumble again, "Uh huh."
A hand takes hold of one of Brooke's and guides it under her pants and her panties to where she's all wet with all of her leaking thoughts. And then the hand moves her to start rubbing against Brooke's clit.
"Keep rubbing," Grace says, "until all of your thoughts are have leaked out, and then you can cum. And cumming will feel so good with no more thoughts in your head that you'll never be able to cum again except when all of your thoughts have leaked out of you."
I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think
and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess
Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it
As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless
They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...
Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated
By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats
I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over
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some of y'all would look soooooooo cute with your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolling out, and a roughly 3/4 inch hole in between your eyebrows that's sending a trail of grey-stained blood down the side of your nose and between your lips.
if someone could just put some aphrodisiac powder in my food without me knowing and then when I’m super fucking horny just edge me until im mindless and drooling and my brain is broken that would be great thanks 🥺
thinking about a dildo that’s slightly too big being fucked into my cunt over and over again until I’m crying and squirting while you rub little circles over my clit, telling me to be quiet
Bent over on the bed, on your back, eyes covered, wrists bound to your ankles, tits squished together nice and pretty, fully free-use strap bait, and your partner warms you up, starts off with a fairly normal size toy, maybe just a little bigger than you're used to, and you're leaking a massive puddle with every thrust into you, and moaning all sorts of horny nonsense... and then you hear the sound of a pump being squeezed and you feel the strap inside you thicken...
And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!
You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...
Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.
All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...
Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.
You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...
How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.
You're still mesmerised by the unreal girth of the toy when you finally look and see your partner has a fist inside you, and it's not until they open their fingers and drag their fingertips along your g-spot and up to your cervix that you realise that's the first thing you felt, even though they're wrist-deep inside you.
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Being filled with her eggs makes you dizzy. So big; stuffed like her good little bitch. Your hole is swollen, sensitive and abused. Your stomach cramps as the eggs start to grow inside you.
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.
It felt like it happened in slow motion, you stretched and stretched and were pushed open more and more, breathing hard until finally the egg fell free.
She moaned happily as it fell, pulled you to her chest. You cried as she lovingly pushed her entire ovipositor back inside you, keeping the rest of her brood nice and deep.
She hugged you close and cockwarmed you for hours. You felt a jolt of- panic? Pleasure? -every time her cock pulsed inside you. Panic that it was another egg. Pleasure because, well, its still a throbbing cock inside you and youre still a greedy slut.
She might have slept, but its hard to tell. This was the closest thing to mercy youll have for a while, you make sure to appreciate it. You try not to squeeze or grind on her cock too much, and take advantage of resting.
But. Cmon.
The eggs feel like theyre growing minute by minute. Theyre crowding your insides, pushing against everything inside you, demanding room. She's fucked them so deep inside you, but with limited options they descend.
Much later, you both groaned sleepily as she pulled out. She still held you close, in a cuddly mood apparently. Drawing little circles along your distended stomach, watching the bulges shift inside you.
You keep trying to push and she doesnt seem to stop you. She sort of ... chitters happily. You breath in quick, even puffs, trying to keep the steady pressure as gnarled shells drag against every nerve inside you. Egg 2 finally crowns, you push more and make it split you open. Oh goddd its so much bigger than the first was. She copies your breathing, puffing with you as she pushes it back in.
You give her a pleading look but her hypnotising eyes shine with something like delight and nothing like mercy. Youre so sensitive you feel like youve been edged.
Finally, she sits you in her lap. She kisses and bites your neck with sharp teeth, she rubs your massive swollen belly proudly. You feel oversensitive, and brain-foggy.
You cant tell, as your knees are pushed wide open for her, if youre horrified or the most turned on youve ever been.
You whimper in her arms, grinding against her hand and shivering at her panflute-like breath on your ear. Egg 2 presses against your dripping wet entrance. You know she feels it on her hand, her musical voice picks up with excitement.
Youre breached by the narrow tip of egg, grown so much bigger than the first. Fucked loose so thoroughly and recently, now with gravity on your side, you dont have a choice. It splits you and forces you open. But of course it stops. Her hand cups it, but this time its not her that denies you. The bulbous end is too big to slip out on its own.
Youre tired but you steel yourself and push. All the eggs shift and you sting with fullness. Drawing ragged breaths, you feel more descend and egg 3 tapping on the end of the one that splits you open, threatening to be next.
The crowning egg pops out in a rush. Its a flash of pain as you are forced to stretch so much so quickly, but your pleasure in her hand she makes sure you cum at the same time. You cry out, wracked by every sensation.
She lets you close your legs but her hand is still at your core and theres nothing you can do to move it. You wail as egg 3 slips down into place between your loose hole. Was it better to have you legs open? Would anything make this hurt less?? You shift, and no, no it doesnt. She graps you and pulls your legs up with strength you could never match. The tip of the egg bulges obscenely out of you. You hump the air trying to dislodge it.
No thoughts as your lips expand and expand. Pleasure strikes you like lightning - which of course, makes you clench and bear down. You scream as egg 3 pops out as well. She watches your face as her deft fingers keep you cumming much longer than you can handle.
Number 4 she does catch, right where it feels like its ripping you apart. Holding you on the edge of relief, biting your ear as you scream. Its not even inside you, where your muscles could push it more. No, its just the widest part of the egg keeping you stretched.
The next egg knocks it, she taps them lightly inside you. The sound thrums deeply inside you. The next egg moved slower it feels bigger it feels bigger it feels bigger. You stop pushing for a moment, lean back on her shoulder and cry.
She finally pulls egg 4 free - then the tip of egg 5 follows quickly but oh it reaches your limit so much earlier than the others. Its definitely bigger.
You roll off of her and crawl onto all fours. Youre just too tired to sit up properly. Changing positions shifts the egg, the angle is different. Your legs feel forced open. Rocking back and forth to dislodge it from your body. You grunt with effort, and cry out when its finally birthed, that relief makes you cum.
She slips underneath you, and sits with her lovely hips right under your face. She strokes herself, that fat ovipositor with an x on the head. You know it opens up like petals. She sighs like windchimes as she slowly jerks herself off.
Your body was completely wrecked by this cock but ... fuck its so pretty. Leaning down you drag your tongue across the head, and are rewarded with her lovely moans. It makes you so happy that it tastes like you.
Gently sucking and tonguing her cock, 6 weighs down on your hole and opens you up with such a delicious stretch. Your hips rock to get it out, you convulse and cum on the shell.
Youre such a good slut for these eggs. You clench from cumming, this time squeezing the egg sucks it back in. Youre pulsing, sucking it back in and pushing it back down. Youre fucking yourself on this egg. You choke on her cock and you push.
The relief isnt orgasmic this time, in fact you dont get to enjoy it at all. 6 is birthed and 7 fills its place so quickly and wholly that you cry out and shudder. Theres such a unique horror to feeling something huge stuck half inside you.
You suck the head harder and stroke her from the base. Can she see what shes done to you? Can she see how your slick swollen hole buldges obscenely? You whimper, your thighs tremble and you desperately keep sucking her cock.
Dizzy from effort and choking, you push. Split open like a good breeding bitch, you push. Rutting against the air, you push. The rough shell dragging against your inner walls, you almost dont mind every time you feel it slip just a little back in.
You finally reach the crest, it feels like its moving on its own as its weight drags it out. You are wracked with convulsions as orgasms strike you like lightning, suddenly much lighter. She strokes your hair as you shudder and gasp in her lap. You did such a good job for her.
You breath hard as you come down, completely relieved and relaxed. Youre kind of proud? She doesnt seem to care about the eggs, all her attention is on you. Would you do take her eggs again? God yes.
a story about slime ear cleaning. contains noncon and brainwashing.
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"have you ever had your ears cleaned by a slime?"
the question immediately forced victor to imagine the sensation.
"no, i have not," he replied.
"some people enjoy it. it's different from having your ears cleaned any other way. human ear canals are very sensitive, after all."
it only made it sound more obscene. "well, people can be into all sorts of things, i suppose..."
they placed their hands on the outside of his ears. "aren't you curious?" they asked. "it feels very good."
"right now? you-" he shuddered. "do you intend to do both ears at the same time?"
"it sounds overwhelming, doesn't it?"
"it sounds... violating."
"oh, it's just ear cleaning..." their fingers creeped closer to the entrance to his ear. "i won't go too deep," they murmured.
"i-i haven't agreed to this."
"you're trembling."
"yes, i know. this is just..."
"it's exciting, isn't it?"
truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling.
"it feels good," they said. "it feels very good. you'll understand. i'll just give you a taste of it..."
their fingers pushed into his ears, ever so slightly, melting into a shape that could perfectly fit, gently rubbing the inside. he could feel that gooey texture, he could hear it. it felt like something that absolutely shouldn't be there, an intrusion.
it made him shudder even more uncontrollably. it made his spine tingle. his body squirmed, but his head was held in place by their hands.
"you see?" they murmured, their voice somewhat muffled to him now. "it isn't so bad, is it?"
his breathing was shaky and uneven. "i-it's-" there weren't words for it. "i-i know what it feels like now, so- you can... take it out..."
the slime pushed slightly deeper. he nearly yelped.
"shh," they purred. "there's no need to be shy."
"i don't particularly need my ears cleaned," he muttered. still, he had a feeling it was too late to protest.
it filled more of his ears. it certainly did feel sensitive. he had never felt anything like it before.
"just relax..." their words were now being carried through the tendrils in his ears, so he could hear them clearly, impossibly deep inside his head. this might have felt more invasive than the tendrils themselves, somehow. "it feels good... it will only feel better... you just need to relax for me."
he was so distracted by the feeling in his ears, and their voice, that he almost didn't realize that even his body was being slightly enveloped by theirs, just enough that it was difficult to move. he was making some sort of noise in response, but he couldn't tell how that would have sounded to them, or how loud he was being.
it was pointless to struggle. he twitched and squirmed almost involuntarily, but it only served to get him more thoroughly stuck. he felt like an insect.
"it's alright," they murmured.
he didn't understand how they were continuing to push deeper - how big could his ears have possibly been? it was as if they were...
as if they were trying to reach all the way inside of his head, to his brain.
the thought made him freeze.
he wanted to say something, to ask them about it, though it wouldn't have made a difference, and it was difficult to talk when he could hardly hear himself.
they were still cooing at him. perhaps it was because their words were so deep inside of him, but he did seem to be relaxing a bit. more than he should have in such a situation, anyway.
"that's right... just let go..."
as he relaxed, he felt himself sink into their body just a bit more. it was sort of comfortable...
maybe they weren't really going to...
"you can relax and empty your mind, as well..." they murmured, the sound buzzing through his head.
they touched it. he wasn't sure why he could feel it, but he knew, somehow. in an instant, his body felt heavy and numb - not so much that he couldn't feel anything, but it seemed to dull everything, except for the inside of his ears, the inside of his head, his brain...
"you make such nice sounds..."
he had almost certainly been moaning and whimpering. he couldn't control it. he was barely aware of it. it was difficult to focus or think at all. were they erasing his thoughts? changing them? making it so he couldn't think? he knew he couldn't move his limbs. he couldn't even make an effort to. there was a complete disconnect between his mind and body. it was as if his entire being was now just inside of his head, the rest of his body being nothing more than an object that it rested inside.
and this place where his entire being was resting was being invaded, probed, manipulated, filled and coated with slime, sticking and melting all over it.
but it felt good. it felt unbelievably good. was he drooling? he wondered if he might be, but he couldn't tell. his thoughts felt slow, as if they were stuck.
his apprehension was melting away, though it was happening unevenly enough that he could sense it. a part of him was aware of it. a part of him felt very helpless, and only became more distressed as that feeling started to fade away.
but waves of pleasure and relaxation were washing over his mind, rendering him unable to even think about fighting it.
"you understand now, don't you?" their voice massaged his brain. "this feels so much better, doesn't it?"
every part of him said yes. he might have even answered them out loud. still, by the time he feebly attempted to question it, he had already forgotten what he was questioning. he only knew that he felt very good.
"each time i do this, it will only get easier," they said softly, their voice so gentle and quiet, even as it was deep inside of his head. like a thought. "your mind will allow me inside. it will be eager to feel this pleasure."
he knew it to be true.
"when you feel me near your ears," they said, "you'll simply hold still. you won't struggle."
it was caressing his brain. rubbing it.
"you'll always let me in, won't you?"
it was pushing something into his mind.
"very good... very, very good."
a jolt of pleasure ran through him, even through his dull, numb body, which he had almost forgotten about. it blocked out all thought, all ability to think, for what might have been a few seconds, or a few minutes.
he relaxed afterward, with a very strong feeling that he loved the texture and sensation of slime on his body, in his body, in his mind. it was the only thing he could think about.
i want to cockwarm something so big it hurts. so big it presses against my cervix, a consistent unbearable incredible pressure. so big my cunt struggles to take it all, so big my cunt feels every detail of its shape as i clench down. and i want to have to do this in public or on camera or in some way in front of so many more people than im comfortable with, all watching me writhe and whimper and cry and cum, over n over again, without any actual stimulation at all other than the cock impaling me and my handlers thumb in my mouth to keep me calm
I should get a saddle chair for my desk at home, with a nice fat alien dildo in the middle.
Tall enough to almost be a one-bar prison, but of course its an office chair, I would be able to move it down. Id need to pur my weight on it first though, no choice but to take the whole cock deep before I can even try to take it out.
Would I be more productive? Id certainly be at my desk longer. Maybe Id even have all the right tabs would be open to do work. but Id be grinding on that fat cock. It might start unconsciously. It would be so knobbly and covered in ridges and spines, I probably wouldnt be able to help myself.
Maybe it would have a knot. Mmmmmm it would be stuck so deep inside me. If I sat for long enough, maybe it hurt to stand up and feel that thick bulge stretch my pussy afresh.
I could brace myself, standing up with its tip just kisding my pussylips, then drop down and let it slam into me. Fuuuuck.
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i'm gonna fuck this knot into you. the cock itself already gives you enough of a stretch that you're arching your back and drooling like a good little slut. then i push harder and you almost try to squirm away instinctively, but i hold onto your pretty hips and make sure you take it. as i keep pushing, breath-takingly slow, the stretch starts to burn and your legs tremble. you mewl in protest, but your thighs are soaking wet so i know that you just want more. i reach the widest part of my knot and i pause, pulling your ass cheeks apart to admire how your pussy looks stretched so obscenely around it. your hips start to buck slightly—even through the pain, you can't help but subconsciously keep trying to fuck yourself on it. i let you indulge for a few seconds, watching your taut skin roll back and forth against my knot, leaving a wet trail wherever it touches. eventually, i can't wait any longer and i sink it fully into you, making you moan and drop your head to the bed as your cunt swallows the knot whole. i sit in it, enjoying the warm tightness and rocking back slightly against your entrance. from inside, my knot makes your pussy bulge, and it keeps sucking me back in, desperate to stay plugged up. but that's not my plan.
once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.
but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.
once i'm satisfied, i pull apart your ass cheeks again and slowly pull the knot then my cock out, your pussy spasming and seizing after the brutal fucking. once it's empty, the gape is beautiful, clenching desperately on nothing; even after i've broken your pussy, it's begging for more.
Giant bug-infested planet, covered in dense jungles of mushroom-like flora. Humans come to analyze its organisms, searching for useful byproducts of the world’s uniquely rich biodiversity.
Unfortunately for one researcher, he becomes the first human victim of an alien fungal infection. Immediately, the spore in his nostril extends mycelia into his brain, changing his preferences to be a little more amenable to its purposes.
That night, the infection forces him awake, and makes him leave the researchers’ camp. He’s conscious but his body’s actions aren’t under his control. He watches as his legs take him out into the jungle, until finally he comes to a clearing. His hands peel away his clothing, before he settles in the middle of the meadow, mycelial underbrush tickling his skin.
It’s not long before a bug similar to a giant beetle comes across him. It wastes no time in shoving a monstrous dick into the young scientist’s hole, pushing him into a mating press. The creature’s coital embrace doesn’t last long; minutes later, it withdraws, allowing its load of milky cum to cascade from his hole.
To the researcher’s horror, the infection forces him to stay in the same position until another bug comes, and another. By the early morning, his hole is burning from overstimulation, but the fungus pervading his nervous system finally relinquishes control. He can’t find his clothes; he has to sneak back into the camp naked, crawling into his bed and acting like nothing happened…
He’s hardly under the covers before he starts touching himself, swirling his fingers inside his gaping hole to collect the leftover cum and push it deeper inside…
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