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When you hunt for preythings in the woods be sure to truss them up first with rope. Afterwards you can easily hold them down and use them while whispering sweet nothings about what theyre going to taste like, how helpless and easy they were to catch, and how fat and healthy they look. Keep calling them things like meat and dinner. You may need to do this for a while with bigger prey, but they all break eventually. Their eyelids get heavy and their bodies get slack. They know now that they've lost and they're just food now so they wont struggle as they go down your throat and won't be any trouble on the digestion.

Being strapped to a table where researchers keep poking and measuring and teasing you until you get wet and flustered. They bring out a baster full of strange goo and shove it inside you, pushing every ounce of the cold thick fluid inside. It takes a little under an hour for your belly to start getting big, your stomach muscles keep tightening as if to fight against the expansion happening inside. Your observers watch apathetically and bring forth a cold metal tray to place between your legs. As your body continues to change, you wriggle and pull against the restraints but they hold you down and keep taking measurements, keep rubbing and stimulating your body. You lose sight of your toes as the mountain of your belly thrusts upwards, jagged with veins and growing transluscent with some unnatural color. You never even conciously push but you hear the splat of eggs hitting the tray, one after the other. They keep growing inside you and overflowing out onto the tray as gloved hands stroke you into orgasm again and again.

Imagine being the living sex toy of a perverted monsterfucker girl. She starts injecting you with hormones which cause you to slowly transform into whatever creature she most reads about. She keeps you tied up and feeds you aphrodisiacs all day to keep you strong and fertile. She trains you to get hard on demand and sometimes she drugs you so your entire body is limp while she uses you to pleasure herself while you lay there helpless to do anything but drool and squeeze eggs into her growing belly while she calls you her "good toy".

Reminder that the last few eggs are the most difficult to get out! If you notice she's been pushing and not producing anything, try and alternate between rubbing her tummy and milking her ovipositor with both hands for a few minutes until she spits the last few out.

Writing erotic fiction and fanfic is kinda fun. However. Whenever i see mention of corrupting a religious official I am haunted by the fic I started a long time ago in which a mormon missionary gets slowly 'corrupted' by a demon. It wasnt a bad story but, and this is so essential, it was and is panic at the disco fanfiction and yes I know i could file the serial numbers off it but that whole practice offend me a little bit sometimes. I probably will go back to it and finish it for shits and giggles but i wont ever ask for money to read it and ill never be coy about the fact that it was fanfiction. Panic rpf at that.

Partner whos been gone for weeks on a trip and keeps sending you photos of how eggbound their belly is getting and videos of them struggling to get pants on over the sensitive little paunch without wincing. You spend weeks thinking about what they're going to do to you when they get home until finally the door swings open and they're already clenching their belly, zipper down and the tip of their ovipositor peeking out of the top. They don't even close the door behind them and any passing neighbors can see them take you violently on the kitchen table, pressing your face sideways with one clammy palm as they use your body like a cum sock. You can actually hear the wet glurk of the eggs as theyre forced inside you adding to the jiggle of your belly after each thrust until you're crying out about feeling like youre going to burst. They slap their hand over your mouth and keep going.

Having your belly rubbed by the same creature that was just pumping theie eggs down your throat. Listening to your tummy as it bubbled and groans for hours until they move down into your intestines protected by their slick coating. They start to grow as they accumulate inside your guts and you go from feeling merely full to bursting out of your pants, popping the button. They slide a hand down there knowing how good its making you feel to get stretched out from the inside and teasing you until you cum again and again and try to clench everything inside as long as possible.

Your boyfriend wants to try feederism with you and he starts bringing you home cooked meals and rings this little dinner bell before you eat and afterwards he rewards you for finishing it all by calling you his good little piggy. He brings you more and more each time, in larger and larger containers and bags and has more and more grugling belly to rub as time goes by. You're so pleased you dont even ask what he's feeding you. One day he comes home from 'work' covered in blood and opens the truck of his car and you see the body of his latest victim. You're scared at first but then he rings the bell and as usual his good piggy finishes every bite. Pigs will eat anything after all.

Snake monster who's eating you out as their body starts subtly slinking and coiling around your torso and pregnant belly and by the time you realize what theyre doing they've already started to try and squeeze your eggs out into their mouth.

Werewolf partner who comes home after a night of gorging themselves on prey and complains about how they ate wayyy too much and their tummy hurts to get you to rub their overfull belly, making a big show of belching in your face and moaning with relief after, making little comments about it or apologizing all the while watching you get more and more turned on until you're so flustered and sensitive, they barely have to touch you to make you cum over and over. Teasing you for how easy you are, pretending they don't know what's gotten into you.

Preds who cannot separate eating from fucking. Prey who follow the Pred home, thinking its a hookup. Preds whose kisses inevitably turn into licks and bites. Preds who let themselves get really hungry so they can jack off. Preds who straddle their prey, tearing flesh and swallowing and making it through most of the upper body before they realize theyve started humping the lower half and have to stop eating so they can finish. Preds who can only cum with a full belly. Preds waking up in bed covered in viscera burning with shame at their lack of self control. Preds who edge their bodies on purpose, going on long romantic dates and trying the whole time to wipe away drool and mask the growling of their stomach. Pred at an orgy who keeps themselves aroused with the thought that no one else there will be alive in the morning. At some point the exposure and contact and warm bodies will frenzy them so hard, they wont even remember all the details after.

Girl who refuses to believe theres anything wrong with her, even as shes sitting doubled over on the bathroom floor, breasts twice their jormal size and spilling a trail of milk, belly round and taught, the visible outline of an egg sliding up the shaft of her cock-turned-ovipositor before it hits the hard grip she has over the tip and slides back down. Definately she will be fine in the morning, and her dreams of getting abducted by aliens are just dreams.