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@cxntboyslxt
gonna test out a new toy tonight with @cxntboyslxt 😉
this thing is so big and it thrusts and I'm??
slowly getting each other super fucking high to really enjoy this thing
forgot to add this for scale 🫢
this is it compared to a dime since it was the only coin I could find but uuhhhhh
holy shit it vibrates and thrust and 👀
DUDE THIS THING WAS WORTH EVERY PENNY HOLY SHIIIIIIT 🤤🤤🤤🥴🥴😵💫😵💫🫣🫣
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you wake up to the feeling of something slick sliding up your leg. before you can even fully process the feeling, it’s pushing past your boxers and into your tight hole. you try to struggle, but whatever substance this tentacle-like appendage is covered in is making you woozy, not to mention all sorts of needy down there. you lay back and lose your grip on the situation as it begins to slowly thrust in and out, in and out of you, slamming against your cervix every time. pathetic moans and whines escape your lips as the aphrodisiac erases any hesitation you had about being violated by this thing.
it’s only when you feel something big, like, really big, pressing up against your hole, that you snap back to reality. “wait, wait—“ you plead, but the round object makes its way up the tentacle and into your body, stretching you obscenely. it presses against your cervix until it finally breaches the tight seal, and you yelp as you feel a weight settle into your womb. you try to fight it, but you’re too weak from whatever substance is intoxicating you. egg after egg presses into your womb as you feel your insides get stretched. you put a hand on your belly and feel it slowly expand, fearing you might pop. but, when you look just a few months pregnant, it stops. you feel a hot, thick liquid be pumped out of the tentacle, before it withdraws, and leaves you alone.
you try to forget about it in the coming months, but the seed is planted. there’s no removing the life that’s inside of you. sometimes you sit there, hand on your swollen stomach, wishing you could get these little burdens out of you. but you know they’re stuck there, until they’re ready to come out on their own.
the day it finally happens, you look more than full term. you look pregnant with triplets, and with every step you take you can feel the eggs bumping against each other and rolling around inside of you. you hate the incubator you’ve been made into, carrying a life you had no part in creating. but then, finally, you feel a weight drop into your pelvis while you’re in bed one day. you rush into the bathroom as the contractions start.
it’s a bit fascinating how your body treats this just like a human pregnancy. the cramps, the back pains, it’s as if you were laboring out your own baby. but you aren’t, of course not. you feel a rush of fluid come out between your legs, and are struck with the unbearable urge to push as you squat down. you feel something huge positioned between your legs, slowly descending down your tight birth canal as you push and push. the process is slow and arduous, you can feel every inch of progress it makes in your body as it moves down toward your hole.
you wonder absently what kind of creatures you’ve been growing inside of you for the past several months, as the first egg begins to crown. you push, and push, and push as hard as you can. the circumference is slightly smaller than a newborn’s head, absolutely enough to make you cry out in agony as it reaches a full, perfectly circular crown between your legs. but, as the contraction ends and you relax, it sinks back inside of you, fully hidden within your body once again.
this process repeats a few more times, as you push and push and push with everything you have, only for all your progress to be erased as the slick egg slips back inside of you. but finally, after what feels like an eternity, the egg bursts from inside you and falls onto your bathroom floor.
you feel another weight shift down.
it’s going to be a long night.
Hehe
@c0rruptedth0ughts
i asked, and all of our friends want to see your pussy, bro. lie back, hold your legs open, let’s see what it looks like stretched out.
The doctor says I need a serious proceedure to retain my mental and physical wellbeing. I arrive in the hospital, and am asked to remove my clothes and put on a gown. The preparation seems intensive. The nurses shave me, monitor me, put me on an IV, and give me an enema while I'm in my hospital room. The doctor arrives after a number of hours. He explains little, but presses upon the urgent nature of my need for exploratory eexamination and treatment. Next, he asks me a number of questions about my sex life, preferences, identity, and my habits regarding masturbation. I answer honestly, shamefully, and the doctor only replies with the fact that what I've told him proves his feelings of urgency right. I need correction. Psychosexual adjustment. I'll be ceasing any unapproved activity, but first, they must examine the extent of the damage. I feel ashamed as I do terrified as the doctor has me transferred into a gurney and shuttled down the hallway. I shoot up in fear as soon as we reach the hallway, but the team of doctors and nurses in the room subdue me. I am stripped of my gown and restrained at the wrist. My legs are lifted into stirrups and strapped down as I feel a needle pierce my skin once again. The drug they'd chosen was only the half of it. More straps go over my body as they fit a mask over my head. If feel horribly exposed in front of these people, and worse, terrified. My mind swims through the haze of sedation as they begin to place drapes over me. My legs, body, and face all partitioned and covered. The only skin of mine showing lies directly between my legs. I try move as the doctor inspects me. They take photos and measurements, sometimes I can feel several fingers on me, making sure to inspect every inch of the outside of my vagina, my clit, and my folds. The occasional prod at my already uncomfortable anus is worse. Im only able to produce a faint groan beneath the mask strapped onto my face as I feel the doctor insert his fingers. They inspect me for what feels like hours, stimulating me, documenting me, and forcing me to orgasm on their gloved hands. They use an ultrasound, probing me, and speculums with a stretch my body can't resist because of the gas forced into my lungs. I groan in pain as I feel them press a steel rod into my cervix, fingers on my clitoris to ease the pain of the procedure. They force me to orgasm with the sound inside, behind my sheet, I weep in pain and humiliation and arousal. I cannot escape this place. Trapped here underneath the bright lights of my undoing. I can only endure it.
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fucking. anaesthesia induction dialogue is the best thing.
“i’m going to put the mask on your face/give you this medicine/inject this into your IV line”
“it’s gonna be cold/sting a little/smell strong/taste bad”
“i want you to take some deep breaths/just relax/blow up the balloon on the anesthesia machine/close your eyes/keep your eyes open/tell me when you feel it”
“you’re gonna start to feel tingly/floaty/out of it/sleepy”
“your eyelids are starting to get heavy now. that’s okay, don’t fight it. you’re going to go to sleep now.”
“shh, it’s okay, just relax. i’ve got you…you’re safe, just let go. that’s it, you’re doing so well.”
“one more breath for me, sweetheart, there you go.”
also the nonverbal aspect of the interaction is. holy fuck. gloved hands stroking your cheek or holding your hand or patting your shoulder or running through your hair. making eye contact with you as you try to keep your eyes open. leaning in just a little closer so you can hear them talking gently to you as your hearing starts to go. maybe holding your head or shoulders down if you get a little scared or try to fight them. running their hand over your eyes to close them as you spiral into forced sleep.
I love hospital and doctor scenarios. Like the imagery of a boy lying in a hospital bed, weak and scared as the doctor pulls back the blanket and hospital gown to reveal a round protruding belly. The boy feels embarrassed by it and vulnerable as the the doctor feels it with cold hands. Or maybe there's a lot of people in the room like medical students.
They're taking turns feeling and listening to the belly with stethoscopes making remarks about the inhuman creature that's growing inside. This is terrifying the boy as he feels the constant squirming in his tummy. They do an ultrasound but won't let him see the screen or answer any of his questions. He's in tears by the time they leave without a word.
One nurse takes pitty on him a tries to offer some words of comfort "don't worry you're going to be just fine" she says with a pat on his belly. He's then left on his own again feeling sick as he watches his swollen belly shift with the movement of whatevers inside.
omg yesss I love medical/hospital scenarios too, the fear they feel as they're strapped down to a bed or table surrounded by doctors, belly huge and swollen but having no idea what's inside. The poor boy doesn't understand what they're talking about and none of the doctors even look at his face as he tries to ask them what their doing or what's going on, he's just their test subject and all their interested in is what's growing in his tummy.
Even later when the thing inside his belly starts to hurt him, growing too big for his tummy to contain or thrashing against his thin sensitive skin, they don't give him anything to help. They need their data to be perfect and unaltered by pain meds, so they ignore his screams and cries for help while he thrashes and pulls against his restraints, watching his writhing tummy in horror as they let it grow and grow with no end in sight
You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding violently in your chest. Thick padded straps pin your arms firmly to the sides of the medical chair, while your legs are locked high and obscenely wide in cold metal stirrups. You're completely naked, the sterile chill of the brightly lit exam room raising goosebumps across your flushed skin, your chest, belly, and most shamefully, your fully exposed cunt on blatant display.
“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you shout, voice cracking with panic as you yank hard against the unyielding restraints. “Where am I?!”
Several figures in white coats turn toward you at once.
“Subject 347 is awake—”
“—heart rate spiking—”
“—respiratory distress—”
A kind-faced nurse leans in close. “Shh, it’s alright. Just breathe for me.” She gently presses the clear nitrous mask over your nose and mouth, sealing it snugly. Cool, sweet gas begins to flow.
doctor holding your jaw open while you squirm and whine uncomfortably as he checks your mouth. gloved fingers running across your teeth, feeling the smooth texture of the gloves along your tongue and the roof of your mouth. "stop fucking squirming and sit still for me." he speaks lowly as you try to fight out of his firm grip on you. he sticks his fingers down your throat and grins when you gag on them, watching you fight and struggle against the intrusion. when he pulls his fingers out you frantically cough and gasp for air while he chuckles at you. "not so squirmy now, huh? hopefully now you understand what happens when you do not comply with me. lay back, I have much more to do."
the cool, smooth touch of nitrile gloves on my skin... massaging my muscles and pressing on different parts of my body... wrapping around my throat and squeezing as I struggle against it...not letting up no matter how hard I fight...
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doctor who restrains you and tells you it's for your own good. doctor who forces your legs into stirrups and shushes you when you whine from the stretch of the speculum. doctor who reassures you you're okay while he runs painful tests on you. he rubs your clit just enough to keep you from crying. maybe if you continue to be well behaved for your exam he'll let you cum as a reward. we'll see.
stethoscopes are one of the weirdest things that turn me on. it's so strangely intimate to me when they slip it just under your shirt, warning u that it's gonna be cold. telling you to take a couple deep breaths as their gloved hand rests on your shoulder, and the silence that follows when they quietly direct you to take a couple more deep breaths as they move the cold disk across your chest.
My "meme" ;)))
Fellow ghost fan in the horny wild 👀
I have horny things to say about the ghouls, so many in fact, and I fear the fandom isnt ready for it all-
Guuuuuuurl (gender neutral) tbh I have a LOT of my own horrifying erotic headcanons about ghost lore and ghouls
I’m always down to dish if you’re ever needing someone!! We may have different kinks though (as most beings do lmao)
Hit me up whenever! ✌️✌️
Glad you liked it. I like your blog a lot. ;)
I have a couple that are similar ish, I will tell them when I find them.
I’m so glad you like my blog!!! I’ve always been a writer and I thought since I never find enough of my kink in the wild that I needed to be the change I wanted to see in the world, so to speak.
Thank you for thinking of me with your works btw!!! Loooove that shit. 🤭🥰💖💖
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Don't think you'll enjoy this as much as the other one, but it's got a similar vibe. xox
https://www.tumblr.com/justheretogoon69/805334971830140928/for-ftm-sub-bottom-long-ish-post-your-head?source=share
You’re right, I didn’t like it quite as much but it has some moments that I REALLY love. 🫶🫶
For ftm sub+bottom. Long ish post
Your head.... it feels.... so fuzzy. You feel so sleepy and dazed. You can barely see, but you make out that you are laying down, being wheeled though a hallway. Cold, bright lights adorn the ceiling above you. A hospital? Yes, you're in a hospital. Why? An accident? A fall? A crash? You can't remember.
