Escapism

you're forced to acknowledge vets aren't actually that bad. especially not with a physician like Dr. Zayne taking care of the needs your owner neglected.

part of puppy's 2025 puptober

┏━✦ dogboy!reader, medical setting, anal fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink mention, sub!m!reader✦━━┛

You hate the vet. It's loud, it smells horrible, it's humiliating, and hurts, and worst of all: you're forced to be away from your owner while they examine you. Everything is mechanical, nobody explains anything to you, barely acknowledges you when you're without your owner, and you're expected to do whatever they tell you. Mixed with the pent up frustration from the past weeks, you're already growling at the nurse when he takes you away from daddy and into one of the examination rooms.

He ignores your protest, feeling safe with the muzzle you're forced to wear here since your first visit, and that only pisses you off more. You're left huffing, and baring your teeth at nothing in particular until finally your doctor enters the room. Only is that not the doctor you've had over the past few years. Instead of the authoritarian blonde woman, a dark haired, tall male comes in, handsomely confident, sitting behind the computer in the room while offering the smallest smile.

"I'm Doctor Zayne, I'll be your physician from now on," he introduces himself routinely, his voice surprisingly calm as he clicks around his screen before finally turning his attention to you."Restlessness and irritability," he reads off your chart — the reasons your owner brought you here in the first place, "and you haven't been eating well, Y/n. Lets find out why that is." Zayne motions you to the examination table, patient when you purposely take your time to move over. You have no intention to make this easier for him.

Your boyfriend has a peculiar habit.

cw: 18+, smut, consensual somnophillia, mutual masturbation, groping, implied p-in-v, cum smearing, sleepy orgasms, pre established relationship, sleep touching (900 wc)

The first time you'd noticed was when you'd stayed over at his place for a couple of nights.

It was innocuous when it began. You'd feel a steady warmth at your hips. Idly rubbing the fat there — steady rhythmic circling of his thumb there would lull you easily to sleep.

And then it would drift upwards. Testing at first, he'd slide his palms up your belly, acting like a heating pad for when you were having cramps from your cycle. You'd seemed to enjoy that, so he'd added that to his roster of 'sleep touches'.

Granted, if you ever told him you wanted him to stop, you'd call it. But you hadn't. You weren't sure just when it'd transitioned to him lazily grazing beneath your breasts.

It felt good whenever he touched you there. Shudders that he'd feel against his chest. So you let him. Somedays, he'd just hold you. Like you had a Superman-hand-bra of sorts.

Though it was stupid of you to have told him so as a harmless joke, because if just motivated him to full have his arm cradling your chest beneath your shirt. The cotton stretched out to accommodate his thick arms, just holding onto your tits.

The real problem came when he slept.

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

I was asked by this anon for a male naga x reader, where naga can be rough and standoffish, and it was a universe where monsters were everyday. So, I present Ascal, a big tsundere naga boy! I left the reader’s gender unspecified. 

SFW (except for a lil moment at the end). I might write a Part Two at some point for Ascal if anyone’s interested. 

“You’re not seriously going out there in this weather, are you?” the massive orc asked you as you drew your hood up over your head to keep the slanting rain out. He had paused in the doorway of the apothecary, holding it open for you as you stepped outside.

You sighed. “Unfortunately, Borruk, yes, I am,” you said. “Amalesse asked me to find some handspan mushrooms for Torrek’s fever. It’s worse. I have to go.”

“Be careful, ok?” he said. “That storm’s gonna get worse…”

You nodded, thanked the big orc, and turned to walk up the main street of the village, heading for the forest.

Handspan mushrooms – great white, floppy fungi that were larger than a man’s hand across and covered on the top with five dark veins like fingers – only grew along the river bank, usually on fallen logs that had been swept into the gulley and lodged there. They were one of the best things for treating fevers, along with willowbark of course, but Healer Amalesse had run out of them in treating the small boy’s fever.

The rain lashed at you as you stepped into the trees, the wet sputter of raindrops on leaves ringing loudly in your ears. The rush of the river in full flood rose above the noise of the rain, and you took a deep breath. This was beyond stupidly dangerous in this weather. The rocks were black and slippery, covered in moss, algae, and lichen, and what was worse, naga lived in this part of the forest.

Humans rarely had anything to do with naga. They hated humans for the intense exploitation they had faced centuries ago, hunted almost to extinction for their richly-scaled skins, or captured and forced to give up their venom for a roaring trade in aphrodisiacs and other potions and remedies. They were aggressive, and a lot of them were huge, and they would usually attack a human on sight. There was no defence against them really, unless you were stupidly good with a sword or bow, and if they came close enough for you to use it, there was a high chance you were already dead.

You took the cloak off so that it wouldn’t snag or get under your feet on the rocks, and began to climb down into the steep gulley to where a large tree had fallen years ago, and was slowly rotting in a crevice. Your shirt stuck to your body almost instantly as the rain soaked through it, but the thought of little Torrek’s face, pale and yet flushed with fever, spurred you on to new depths of stupidity.

You made it to the log, the river rushing past with the force of a six in hand coach at full gallop, and began to break the mushrooms carefully off in such a way that they would grow again. You laid them gently down in layers in the gleaner’s basket you had over one arm. The squalling rain came in gusts, splattering your face and making you shiver and your knuckles hurt with the cold. Water ran down your collar and down your back in rivulets.

As you turned to go back, however, you saw a shape on the far side of the river bank and your blood turned to ice in your veins.

A thick, dark blue-black tail, the colour of the deepest sky right after sunset, was slithering along the top of the bank, and as you turned your eyes up to look at the human torso, you saw bare, chiselled white skin that melted like snow into dark, clawed hands. His eyes were a midnight blue, and they were locked on you. His face was a thunderhead, and fear filled your lungs til you couldn’t breathe. He was huge.

I'm in a good mood today, so I climb up the stairs and unto the little artificial beach leading into the tank and stick a magically vibrating hand (I've spent ages perfecting this spell) into the mer that's a bit behind the others vis-à-vis belly growth.

I curl my fingers and press down, rubbing little circles into the spongy tissue. I wrap his long, flowing hair around the other hand, making a fist to keep him in place. He comes in seconds and gets overstimulated immediately. Swishing his tail agitatedly through the shallow waves lapping at the sand only makes him pant harder; makes him restlessly roll his head side to side and buck his hips. I let go of his hair to stroke a hand down his chest and over his belly instead, applying firm pressure to feel the eggs. Every few minutes, he goes rigid and clamps down onto my wrist like a vice.

Naturally, I don't withdraw my hand until there's tears rolling down his face, and he's too tired to keep bucking his hips up. His undersized belly quivers under my hand, the rush of endorphins no doubt stimulating his brood pouch to pick up the egg production.

Job done, I slowly withdraw my slick hand and use it to get myself off, eyes still riveted to the beautiful creature before me. Maybe I'll harvest some eggs from the bigger mermenn and fill my own womb as well.

While pondering this possibility I make my way down the stairs, watching through the massive wall of glass as I descend. The exhausted merman has rolled into the water and slowly sinks to the bottom. We reach the main level of my beautiful, spacious cavern at the same time. He stretches out on the soft sand as I retire to my chambers.

The next morning, I shuffle back into the main area in my evil robe and slippers. Running this big of an operation is stressful, so every now and again I just lounge around all day, idly keeping an eye on things (this is where an open-plan lair really comes in handy). I motion for my butler to bring me my breakfast while I stretch out on the couch in front of the mermen exhibit.

Laying in the same spot as yesterday evening is my little underachiever. He's been busy. His little belly has more than doubled in size, dark blue stretch marks standing out starkly against his pale skin. He's still, only flicking his tail every now and again, hands on his lower belly, face crumpled up.

With this new growth, he's easily the biggest in the tank. It's only been two months since the mermen were brought in, flat-bellied but fertile, and he looks about ready to pop. In fact, all the other mers now look scrawny by comparison. Maybe I should spend my time off giving them the same treatment.

Slowly Becca lowered herself to her knees before her husband. After just a few moments her back and legs began to burn with the exertion of holding her vastly heavier, 8-month pregnant form in that position, but she was far too frenzied with lust to let that stop her. She wrapped an arm around each his legs and pulled herself forward, her mouth open wide to pull him in as deeply as possible. In this position more than any other she could feel her new size. The bottom of her swollen, tight dome of her belly just so slightly grazed the carpet beneath her (would it fully reach by the end of next month? She wondered), but the vast majority of it hung heavily in the space between them. Two fat, engorged breasts wobbled heavily against her bump with each movement of her head, and in the past few days Becca had noticed the sensation of milk sloshing inside them. Despite the strain, despite her increased fatigue, she was ravenous for him.

Before this pregnancy she’d been neutral towards blowjobs. They were a thing that men liked, and since her husband was always willing to eat her out, she felt that the least that she could do was be willing to return the favor when asked. However, since she’d had that positive pregnancy test 6 months ago she’d become obsessed with cock. Some of it was understandably the maternal hormones now flowing through her growing body, and in some way Becca was glad that she’d been blessed with being a horny preggo instead of one who was constantly fatigued or sick. But this was more than just needing a hard dick to pound away the twice-daily horny storms. Now she wanted to touch, caress, suck, but more than that, worship it. Why?

Becca had at last figured out that semi-rational reason at the beginning of her third trimester. She loved her husband with all of her heart, which is of course was why she’d married him and agreed to start a family with him. That hadn’t changed, but what had was her awareness of how much power he had over her. In so many ways they were equals and partners (her salary was even higher!), but in terms of basic human biology, he had made his dominance so inescapably clear. It had taken just one microscopic drop of cum from that cock to do this to her, to completely transform her with 60 extra pounds of belly and tits and ass, and in an equally primal way Becca was deeply aroused by the way her body had submitted to the will of his. Before this she’d loved him for his intelligence and his compassion; of course she she still loved him for those things but now there was a new piece that she now recognized and adored: the power he held over her and the dominance over her that he was was capable of.

His thighs clenched and Becca couldn’t help but smile involuntarily as she knew she’d achieved her goal. A split second later he pulled out and she was faced with the glorious uncertainty over where the latest spurt of that incredible seed would land. Warm, hot stickiness soon landed in the much-larger valley of cleavage she now proudly carried (that he’d helped give her) and soon began to trickle down both sides of her swollen bump. With one hand still holding him for stability Becca used the other to slowly rub that cum into the skin on her bump, determined not to waste it. All the while her eyes never left his, and then Becca felt her dark brown nipples throb as she felt his own hand begin to rub on the opposite side of her bump.

The only way to describe you now is achingly huge with my baby. More often than not, this is how you spend most of your time as you continue to swell. Just a simple loose tee shirt and nothing more, everything else too tight and binding. Lying in our bed as your gravid belly grows heavier and more cumbersome. Ravaged by hormones you waste away the days moaning and panting as you played with your swollen and engorged clit. A huge glistening trail of your cum already soaking your inner thighs. You don’t even hear me walk in until you feel my large warm hands rubbing your belly. You smile awkwardly at me, almost embarrassed I found you like this. Again.

Pulling off your top, your huge breasts flop out. When your home you almost never wear a bra due to how irritating it is. How constricting even a sports bra feels on your chest which at this point which looks somewhat bloated, uncomfortably full from the pregnancy and breast milk. So tender you can’t help but wince a little as the full flesh claps against your globe of a belly. It might just be in your head but you can almost swear you hear milk slosh around inside of your breasts when you move. The pressure must be terrible. I can feel my erection straining against my pants.

As soon as you spread your legs wide for me I can smell your want. The deep musky scent that drives me wild and overpowers any rational thought I might have. I struggle with my belt, unable to get my pants off quick enough. As soon as my cock is free it twitches a little as I can feel my heartbeat and blood pumping through my entire body. I get between your softened and thicker thighs and latch on to one of your engorged breasts with my mouth. I hear you hiss a little in discomfort as I begin to drink from you, your warm milk filling my mouth and throat. I slowly thrust into your swollen sex and I feel your fat full lips part as I enter you. Your delicate tight walls greedily taking me in all the way to the hilt. Your huge belly pressed into mine as I marvel at how sopping wet you are for me.

You hadn't expected what lurked in the pond, but you had seen the teasing of a cave opening behind the waterfall. It was hot, you had been walking, and you were sweaty, and most of all- alone, so you thought. Surely a quick dip would hurt, right?

You dropped your gear far enough away to not get wet, stripped your clothes and laid them out to dry, and swam into the lake, brushing past what felt like water plants.

It was but mere minutes of splashing about and enjoying yourself when, suddenly, what you thought was a plant quickly wrapped itself around your leg, another taking your other leg, and as what felt like suckers began to stick to your legs for a better grip, you realized that what you had brushed was not, in fact, plant-like at all.

Too little, too late- suddenly there were more tentacles- because these had to be tentacles, even if they belonged to no octopus or squid on the planet- began to brush against you, wind around your waist to better hold you in place despite all your efforts to struggle out.

And then, one of them, a much thicker-feeling one, brushed against your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted as all bodies do, and whatever it was that had you seemed to know it too.

You didn't even have time to gasp, before that tentacle was teasing your folds, finding your warming hole, and burrowing in.

Any sound you would have made was cut off by the sudden rush of being filled, and then the tentacle continued to push in even further, stretching you out, stuffing your pussy full, and then going even further- past your cervix, which oddly enough didn't even hurt.

You felt hot, all over but especially in your core and your clit and your hole. You felt yourself getting wet, despite being in the water. You had stopped struggling the moment the tentacle found its way inside you and had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in.

The tentacle made its way into your warm, ready womb, and began to feel around, pushing and prodding at different areas, before oh-so-slowly retreating. You swore you were there for entire minutes as it pulled out of you.

Once it did, you heavily mourned its loss, but you had barely a moment to brace as you were pulled forward, into the waterfall and then behind it into the cave and then further, away from the sunlight and into the dark, where the tentacles glowed but not enough to reveal what had you.

You were laid on the stone floor where it sloped into the water, your bottom half submerged, and the tentacles wrapped around you again and spread your legs as far as they could go, except this time more held you down by the torso, entwining around your plump tits, and bound your arms above you.

You watched in odd anticipation as a tentacle that had to be even thicker than the last felt you down, teased your fold open much like the last one, and bulled into your hole without hesitation. You were filled up almost immediately, and then stretched further than you thought possible, and a single, short and utterly filthy moan escaped you.

The tentacle thrust into you as much as possible, but it didn't go past your cervix, and instead seemed to pull out of you almost as slowly as the last one- this creature was fucking you.

And you felt nothing but pleasure and heat and the need for more- you wanted it to fill you to the brim, to burrow into your womb like the last one and stay there.

It was teasing you by pulling out so slowly. You whined and moaned and wordlessly begged. When it was just the tip left, it paused, and the excitement you felt at getting split again waned when it did nothing, just stayed there. You began to get restless, and frustrated, and needy.

And when you least expected it, it thrust into you again as fast as before, trying to fit even more of itself into you, and all you could do was shout in ecstasy.

When it pulled out, it went faster, and didn't wait for anything before bulling into you again. With every retreat, it got faster, and faster, and faster, and next thing you knew you were laying there getting endlessly fucked by it, no space to breath, constant whimpers and cute moans and trembling limbs. The tentacles coiled around your breasts began to squeeze in time, and suckers latched onto your nipples to suck in time, and next thing you knew you were approaching the edge-

And then, with one last, massive, fast fuck, it billowed in you, and pushed past your cervix, where you felt the tip expanding, and everything... stopped?

You whined, high and loud and slutty, looking down at where your pussy was stretched around a glowing tentacle, only to see something inside stretching the limb around it, moving down, down, down... to your entrance, where it stopped.

The creature tensed the muscles behind the egg, thrust the tentacle deeper into you, where the bulbous shape pushed past your folds, pushing against the walls of your pussy even more than the tentacle had, and you keened, higher than you thought possible for you and echoing throughout the cave, as it slowly inched its way further in, slipping past your cervix and into your womb, where you felt a rush of something, and the round shape settle into you. It was laying its eggs in you.

You had never been so wet.

Eagerly, you opened your legs impossibly wider, and watching with whoreish anticipation as each egg made its way to you, where you matched its thrusts to get the eggs inside of you as fast as possible, to settle into your waiting womb.

The space between each egg got shorter and shorter, until they were each coming right behind the other, and no more thrusts were needed because your entrance was perpetually kept stretched open enough for each egg to slip on by. The creature still did, at random, to keep you edging. This was the best fuck you've ever had.

Slowly, you watched your stomach expand as you quickly lost count of eggs, first a slight bulge, then a prominent one, and quickly enough you couldn't even see the tentacle nor your pussy anymore, and even further beyond. 9 months pregnant, then past due, then twins, then triplets, and even further beyond that. The tentacles shifted and rolled you onto your side as you got bigger and bigger, shifted everything inside of you and you almost came then and there.

Whole feet, then yards. You were pregnant with a whole adult person, then two.

It stopped at three, before exiting your cervix, but the expanded tip didn't shrink, and there were still eggs in it. It laid them in your hole, then, three of them- they kept you perpetually stretched out, and you knew you were going to be edging for a long while. You were excited at the idea, and felt a gush of slick in anticipation.

The third one sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open, and the tip stayed inflated as it held them in place, before-

More tentacles, thinner than the last but still thick enough, multiple of them- you couldn't see past your engorged belly to count how many- pushed and fought their way past the eggs into you, at different speeds and stopping at different lengths inside, bulling into your womb and stopping right at it and only going halfway through or just shy of the tip, each of them fucking you at their own pace, and your screamed in a rush and blissful heat and joy and pure dopamine flooded your system, finally cumming, and the tentacles fucked you all the way through it and then past it, endlessly thrusting in and out until you were edging on a second orgasm, at the very precipice, before they each seemed to inflate in girth and then gushed themselves, fertilizing the eggs inside you.

Nothing dripped out, thanks to the one still holding everything in place, and centimeter by centimeter, all the limbs left you. The eggs in your pussy were so big that you couldn't close your legs together even if you wanted to, and your stomach was so absolutely massive that you couldn't even move. The other limbs around your waist and arms and tits stayed, keeping you in place. You were beyond frustrated, squirming and grinding your legs together to try and get you past that edge of the climax, but the tentacles stuck to your nipples and wound around your tits squeezed and sucked hard in punishment, and while it was delightful, it did nothing.