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Cant stop fantasizing about getting raped in public, imagining myself on a busy train pressed against the train door as men take turns filling my holes. I'm too shy and humiliated I don't ask for help so they take advantage of it, using me till I get to my stop.

sorry i waited too long to go to the bathroom and pissed myself in front of you and when you started bringing me somewhere secluded to get cleaned up i stopped and when you looked back i was pissing myself again because i didn’t get it all out the first time and then i ended up whimpering and crying while standing in a puddle of my own piss do you still think im cool 🥺🥺🥺

So fucking wet thinking about getting pushed face down on a mattress and roughly fucked, until I’m screaming into a pillow while you unload your seed as deep and close to my cervix as you can. I can’t help it as my body drinks every drop up and cums knowing I’m ovulating and so ready to get bred. You deciding when and where i get railed and impregnated feels so so good and right.

i wanna get fucked in public, secretly with hands down my panties, being taken to a bathroom while friends and family are waiting outside, or at the park in my titties out, pants down with everyone watching and recording.

You try to escape from the home of the monsterperson that's been keeping you as a breed toy. You try to crawl through the dog door but get stuck halfway as your belly as swollen too big to fit. You try and squeeze yourself through again and again but the pressure from the door combined with your straining causes your labor to be triggered. Your toes curl and stomach clenches as you start birthing right into your panties/right onto the floor if they didn't so much as allow you to wear pants. The eggs spill out against the wall and fall slowly trailing thick fluid. You adjust and raise your rear in the air as another wave ripples through your belly making you cum hard and pour eggs behind you. Your breasts swell too pillowing your head and the nipples begin to leak sticky milk. Your body has completely prioritized itself over your mental will to escape. After almost an hour you collapse exhaustedly with your legs splayed out behind you. Just as soon as you catch your breath, you're out of here. Unfortunately, the monsterperson has been watching the whole ordeal from the other side of the door and is now completely flustered. It's taken everything they have to stay off of you this long and finally they can't take it anymore and hop behind you on their knees,straddling you and your clutch, ovipositor firm and ready to breed you all over again. They hump your helpless little rear end like a dog in heat. Looks like you're not going anywhere for a while.

Your partner is of a species that has to spawn regularly as a part of their reproductive cycle. They don't like it though and try to stay in their human form as much as possible and act as human as possible. Theyve been holding in their latest spawning for a while and although they try and deny it you can see the taught bulge it makes in their belly which expands a little every time you do something that arouses them. At a dinner with others a plan comes into your mind. As you talk and eat you reach under the table to grab their hand and put it down your pants. They try their best to hide any reaction but their face keeps screwing up uncomfortably and you can see their shirt getting tighter and tighter. The edge of the table is denting the bulge, adding more to the pressure as they try to fight it. Finally they let out a little whimper and excuse themselves from the table but only make it a few steps before they crumple over holding their belly. In full view of all your human friends they start spawning eggs into their pants groaning as the wet lump forms in the fabric. The weight of the load pulls the pants down as the eggs start spilling over and their rear end is bared, hole stretching with every egg deposited. Seeing them this way always puts you right to an orgasm and you waddle over to them ready to squat down and start fertilizing the eggs with your cum. Next time theyll be more sensible about embracing their true nature and breeding with you at home.

You've been carrying your partner's clutch for months and they are eager to get out. You try to tske off your pants in preparation but your partner wont let you. They insist that it makes the next part of the process easier. You wonder briefly what that is before your body starts to push. You can't see them as they come out at first, just slick stains spreading across the crotch. Later as your underpants fill and stretch it becomes harder to push into the increasingly tight space. Your fingers reach for the elastic in the waistband but your partner again removes them and holds your hand. Agonizingly, slowly, you finally get the rest out and miraculously the underpants dont burst. You pant trying to catch your breath but already you begin to understand what the next step is. A hard on is growing between your legs, pushing eggs out of the way as it grows. You whimper as each egg slides past the already sensitive skin on the member extending into the trapped clutch. You shout and squeeze your partners hand as you blow one enormous load after another into the eggs, fertilizing them and coating them with your creamy cum. It trickles down in between them before any extra starts pooling down at the bottom, soaking through the fabric. Your partner strokes your hair and kisses you sweetly, proudly.

Laying in panties!! Everything from the first crown bulging the fabric to running out of room up front and feeling them slide to your backside and fill up there to the way they bulge and drip despite you trying to keep it discreet to the moment you feel the waistband slide down your hips weighed down by the clutch to your thighs and thinking finally this is it. That was the last one. And then feeling a twinge deep in your belly and against your will more push themselves out of you until the waistband slides down to your knees. Punish those panties, put them through hell they were never meant to take, give them too much to hold

But imagine how uncomfortable it is to walk around, this tight feeling growing beneath your gut, half hard all the time. You're backed up with spawn and you know it but try to ignore it as much as possible. Trying to jerk yourself off doesn't help. Then finally, finally you manage to secure a victim, pressing yourself down inside them before you're even fully erect and letting the arousal finish the job of getting it into the cervix and instantly you feel it all loosen and burst from your throbbing tip. Your hips slam against them again and again, pulling for the next load. They struggle and scream but none of that matters more than the relief of finally finding a place for your eggs. You see the slight bulge rise in their belly and you know that this is too much. To large a clutch to even fit in their little body but it's far too late. You cum until it's leaking out of them and don't withdraw until it's all emptied. You leave them, swollen and pregnant too tired to get up and vow to never let it be this long between victims again.

Eggs that dont come out all at once are underutilized. Being mid conversation and your mind going blank as you push a few out. Sitting on a couch and suddenly youre struggling with a big one against the zipper of your pants. How embarassing it would be to abruptly double over and send an unusually large round of eggs down your legs in public. Phone conversations interrupted with the sound of moaning and squelching for a few minutes. Squeezing your partners dick out of you and spitting a few eggs onto it and its a few minutes before you can relax enough to try again. Waking up on top a slippery heap because you cant even stop laying while you sleep.