Eggcellent

I am very much over 18, but I’m not going to tell anyone how old I am. 

I’m also not sharing my gender identity or assigned gender at birth.

I will tell you all that I am, in fact, asexual. But other than that, not sharing.

Why?

I want this blog to be anonymous. Yes, my personality is going to show a little bit, but honestly, I am not comfortable sharing a lot of information about myself. A lot of my kinks are off the beaten path, so to speak, and I want to keep it so that this is a space to play in.

I post a lot of breeding content, but don’t worry; no matter what genitals you are equipped with, that breeding is for everyone.

I don’t use terms like ‘boypussy’ etc because I find them uncomfortable. Won’t judge anyone who does, I won’t use them myself! That’s all. 

Please take note that my preferences below reference what you’re sending me or writing with me, what you expect to be seeing on my blog. I have no issue generally with people who have these kinks, just, not my jam.

KINKS:

Oviposition Inflation / Cum Inflation Knotting Impregnation/ Breeding Transformation Unbirthing Werewolves Soft Monsterfucking Omegaverse Soft vore Suspension Fucking Machines/toys in general

SQUICK:

Stuffing/massive weight gain/fat fetish Watersports/Scat/diapers (piss/poop) Violence/Death/Snuff Guro/Gore Sounding Boob pregnancy Anal

BLOCK ON SIGHT:

When he looked down, through the gel that made him, past the swell like tits, he could see the other bubble protruding in front of him. The orbs that floated within it were a pale white colour, not translucent like her form was. She felt a deep pride at them; her young, yes, but not in the way another creature might have thought of itself a parent. They weren’t to hatch, but they would make new slimes, bring them into the network. Her body could half taste the rich undergrowth she flowed over, the leaves and the bark and any creature, but right now, she didn’t hunger for feeding. She was fresh and new and ready to breed.

There were scents, not breathed in through any nose like a mammal, but she could still tell which way her quarry had gone. As she surrendered more into her flow of movement, she was travelling faster, now, shifting the eggs deeper inside her body to protect them as she bubbled her way up and up and finally… to a small plateau. She was seeing without eyes, even if her body mimicked the shape of them, a sensory perception made up of heat and touch and an awareness which must have been rooted in something Cane had never… Cane..? That didn’t sound… right… that wasn’t…

In front of her, there were shapes. She lingered, slumping her form low. Vibrations reaching her gel, she was able to form them into voices, a remnant of her mind to translate them. Lots of words had slid out of her gel mind now, but she could pick up enough to perceive the worry. One of them insisted they should be out in the woods, looking for someone they had… lost? The others were saying rest was important, that they should wait until the light to search, that the missing member knew safety.

More vibrations, more intense, and she stayed low. One of them was peeling away from the group. She slipped down into the undergrowth and followed it.

It wasn’t far from the camp when she was close enough to feel the vibrations of it’s feet. Slunk low, there was a beacon of heat just in front of it; something in her whispered the word flashlight, the knowledge that this was something which could reveal her, but otherwise, it’s dulled senses would not see her. It paused a moment, and she took her chance to surge in, around the clumsy limbs, settling herself low in a concentration, not thinking of how she knew to do this. It tried to move away. She tightened. It fell, that beacon of heat falling away, and she knew she had won.

-

Kelly was still furious that the others seemed determined to just let Cane vanish off into the woods. She’d heard the rumours of monsters out here, and whilst her friends seemed convinced that he would be fine and she was being ridiculous, she had enough. With them shouting after her that she was being a moron, she had headed off, flashlight held firmly in front of her. She had just been about to call his name when something cold touched her feet. Startled, she tried to jerk away, but whatever it was had caught her and she was suddenly slamming to the ground. Her flashlight bounced away and ended up turned towards her, casting shadows from the undergrowth and then – illuminating the liquid shape that was bubbling and forming in front of her. Her heart raced rabbit fast at it.

Because it was… a woman. Only it wasn’t a woman. Buxom, long hair, a round belly, thick legs and ass but it wasn’t a woman because every part of her was made out of the same gel. Her eyes weren’t eyes, just the shape of them, no nose or mouth, the hair was the same thick liquidy shape, and she was entirely translucent. With the light shining through her she looked nearly like she was glowing, and in her swollen belly a set of orbs, floating, even if they were mostly held. She opened her mouth to scream, and the form seemed to collapse, flowing over every inch of her, over her clothes and into her mouth. She tasted sweet, pressing in on Kelly’s tongue as she choked, scream gone in a moment.

It was everywhere. All over her. It was flowing under her clothes, cold but rapidly stealing her body heat. It surged, and the fabric started to rip. She’d never felt anything like it, slick and smooth against her skin, leaving it tingling. She thrashed, but the body was starting to enrobe her; as more and more fabric fell away, seeming to melt at the seams, her breasts, her belly, legs, hands, face, all encased. She tried to breathe, convinced she was about to suffocate as she fought in the dirt, yet she could draw air, exhale. She couldn’t seem to scream or shout, as if her body was paralysed there, but – cold gel was encasing her tits. Something, like a thick tongue, lapping at her nipples, which were rapidly hardening.

It was everywhere. Every inch of her was covered in pressure. Her pussy lips were being parted, and now the licking was on her clit. She jolted, bucking into it, the slowly increasing pressure building on her hole. She was wet; not just because of the slime, she realised, starting to squirm and twitch her hips. This was turning her on. She couldn’t fight, couldn’t really do anything, and yet it was there, it was there and there was nothing she could do to stop the pressure that was creeping inside her. Whilst every bit of her was subject to an onslaught of licking and pushing and pulling, the pressure easing inside her was more cautious. It pulsed, deeper, starting to touch every inch of her inside, too.

As it seemed to gain confidence, it was starting to pulse. Not quite the fucking inside sensation she was used to, no slide out and back in, more… thickening, then thinning. Stretching her. A little more with each pulse. It was… unbelievable. With the licking and sucking against her clit she found herself moaning, vibrations sending a flurry of bubbles through the creature. When she opened her eyes, she could see, but everything had a haze around it. She was panting, breathing in more of that sweet liquid with every gasp. Fuck. Fuck, she was… she bucked her hips into the gel, which thrummed and trembled around her. She was – she was going to – with a monster – she -

Kelly cried out, but the noise was lost entirely in the gel in her throat, bucking hard as she came around the gel. It’s movements didn’t stop even as her walls fluttered, and she was squirming in overstimulation when there was a surge and a stretch and then… she could feel something. It was strange. Not pain but pressure, like something deep inside her was giving way, before there was a surge of coolness in the deepest part of her. Looking down, she could see through the murky haze of gel, her previously smooth belly had gained a paunch. There was another surge of pressure and she groaned again… seeing the white orbs flourish around her body, one of them sliding over her skin at it was moved. Slow realisation dawned as it brushed against her thigh, and she started trying to fight again, but it was no good.

It pressed inside her, unstoppable, and she gasped and bucked and shuddered. Even with all the prep, the gel inside and out, it was still thick. It pushed, deeper, deeper, there should be pain but… there was none. It surged inside her, settling deep, leaving her belly more swollen. Then…

Then the gel was moving away. Off her. Oozing back, leaving her gasping and coughing, with a trail of sweetness on her tongue. She groaned as it left her, back pressing into the rough sticks and old leaves of the ground. After being so encased, it was almost jarring, the discomfort of it. Her freed fingers, surprisingly dry, slid down to press against the swell of her belly. It was aching and hot, but when she touched it, her clit twitched as a wave of pleasure crashed through her. The slime had taken it’s old shape, and seemed to… sit next to her. Watching.

“What are you -” she started, and then gasped, bucking. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. Her hand against her belly sunk into the flesh, just a touch. When she looked down, she could see it. A growing purplish colour. She tried to sit up but moaned as her whole body lit up in pleasure. When she looked at the slime girl again, she could swear it was smiling. There was a wave of warmth from it, almost like she could feel it whispering encouragement. “No -” she mumbled, but her tongue had already turned to slime. She moaned, shuddering all over, seeing the translucence build, her body shifting, her hand already translucent. She should be scared but… it felt so good. It felt so fucking good. Arms slid around her, holding her gently, and she blinked up at the slime, feeling it’s mind fully now. “Cane?” she mumbled.