Insufferable

Tentacle mass that has to constantly be inside of its host so it doesn’t dry up?

Tentacle mass that’s extremely squirmy with nothing to do, unaware its host is literally in an important business meeting or grocery shopping or with friends/family?

fill the bath with nice warm water… work me open with a fat dildo so i think i’m getting a treat… then watch my face drop as you dump a bucket of dozens of live, writhing eels in the bath with me

they want a place to hide, its just instinct… and they start squirming into my hole already stretched open nicely for them… im sobbing and begging you to take it out as it wriggles up inside me… joined by another and another… the others get curious about my other hole, blunt heads forcing their way in, lubed only by their thick slimy bodies

i scream and thrash, but the stretch is so good as more and more squirm into me, and i cant stop myself from cumming and squeezing around them… it only agitates them as they thrash inside of me…

more and more enter me… i can see them squirming through the skin of my stomach and i’m starting to loose count of how many times i’ve cum… i cant even beg for help anymore, all i can do is cry and moan…

So now I’m grinding on you through the fabric, and the wet spot is spreading against the head of my cock and I’ve completely lost interest in doing this properly. I should stop. Pull them to the side. Be a person about it. But we’re dry humping like teenagers, except I keep pressing harder than a nervous teenager would, shoving you into the mattress, feeling the cotton stretch tight across your pussy every time I roll my hips forward. I want to know what happens if I just don’t stop.

The fabric gives a little more each time. I can feel you opening underneath it, your hips tilting up, trying to take me in through the cotton because neither of us is willing to pause long enough to move it. The resistance is making me feral. My whole brain begging, get through, get through, get through. And then the threads start to pull apart and the head of my cock tears through the wet ruined cotton and into you. Like you’re a present I couldn’t wait long enough to unwrap.

But any moment now, someone could join. Any one of our friends could catch you mid moan or dirty talking like the exhibitionist slut that we both know you are.

Will you try and hide it? Play it off as a joke? Make some shitty excuse we all pretend to believe?

Or will you be so lost in pleasure that you own it. You keep touching, and moaning, turning your camera on and begging both of us to use you. Telling us to coax others into joining the call so everyone can see you perform like our perfect cam whore.

Wouldn't be long after until you became the group's free use porn. Ordered to snap photos or throat dildos. Moan and recite pretty, filthy lines that would make the average person recoil. You'd eat up the attention, thrive under it. And soon enough you wouldn't be able to finish at all without one of us there to watch or listen to you.

the nurse walks in, his face half obstructed by a mask. he doesn't say anything as he simple ignores your muffled cries and proceeds to grab gloves and takes a seat near the stirrups, right where you can't see what he's doing.

soon enough a gloved finger is pushed inside of your boycunt, causing you to try to trash and yell despite not being able to do either thing. it slowly prods your inner walls, making sure it's nice and lubed before forcing another finger in.

the fingers slowly work you up from the inside, your cunt clenching around them as the nurse also starts to play with your tdick. you do your best to try to try to move more, hoping that they'll slip out in the process of assaulting you but only managing to fuck yourself more on the invading physical.

before you know it the fingers are pulled out and your body shudders at the intense feeling, trying to clench on the sudden emptiness left from where they were in you.

and then pressure.

a cold object is pushed into your cunt, pressure increasing as it clicks open and holds you open lewdly for the nurse to inspect. while you try to adjust to the speculum inside, your tdick is suddenly being rubbed again with some sort of gel. soon enough it's tingling and throbbing with need, making you twitch and clench harder on the medical tool forced inside of you.

you can't tell what's going on but soon enough feel something deeper in you. deeper than you've ever felt anything before. if you weren't gagged you'd be making lewd noises of pleasure from how intense it was feeling despite it being one of your greatest fears. and then the thing assaulting your cervix starts to slip in.

your body shudders and twitches and tries to clench to somehow prevent it from happening but you can't stop it at this rate. it slips into your uterus, filling you up in a way you didn't know was possible. and then it starts to shift and move. as if it's alive.

the speculum is slowly pulled out and your left with the feeling of some sort of creature inside of you, filling you up and slowly expanding your uterus- your lower stomach pushing out some as it does. your cunt still clenches around nothing, your tdick throbbing from the gel applied to it. you try to buck up for any kind of relief or pleasure or anything but only feel the thing inside of you moving around causing you to groan further into the gag. it's intense and overwhelming and you hate how hot it feels.

it's only then that the nurse finally speaks for the first time:

"Patient has been fully inseminated and showing positive signs of implantation. We'll continue to monitor the gestation cycle and report back."

Presented without comment.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

their dom asks if punishing them might help them feel better, since of course, it will continue until they take it like a good boy, as it does when they’ve been bad. their sub agrees, relieved not to have to take praise or rewards that feel unearned. the dom encourages them to climb over their lap, and strokes their hair, reminding them this isn’t really a punishment and they haven’t done anything wrong, this is all to make them feel better.

they warm their sub up with a hand spanking first, not wanting to push too far too fast. they’ve sensed they could use a good, cathartic cry, and they need to get them there slowly, not make them tense up and fight the pain and the tears. once they’ve taken a good few blows on the bare, and their skin is turning a pretty shade of pink, their dom picks up the paddle.

usually, their sub has to count blows from the paddle, thank their dom and ask for more. but this isn’t a punishment. so their dom asks them for something else: to repeat that they’re a good boy with every stroke. their sub is reluctant at first- they still don’t feel like a good boy, but their dom reminds them they don’t get to decide whether they’ve been good or not, that’s all up to the dom. and their dom would never let them get away with being a bad boy, would they? they’d punish them immediately, just like this. so they must be a good boy, if their dom says so.

still, it takes a few strikes for their sub to say anything at all, and when the words first come, they’re muffled, mumbled. but their dom reminds them they won’t be finishing until they’re satisfied that their sub knows they’re a good boy, and have convinced their dom they believe it, too. whispers become stammered words become tearful cries as the paddling gets too much, breaks down their resistance.