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Urgh, you know what I need? I need a man to force his thick hard cock into my pussy in front of a screen and camera. Then gently explain, while I drip pathetically around his cock, that the screen will show me phrases I need to say out loud. If I refuse to say one, or accidentally miss one, the recording of this entire thing will be posted online for everyone to see. Complete with my name and face, of course.
Then he destroys my (embarrassingly wet) cunt as I'm forced to moan the most pathetic porny phrases. And of course, they get longer and more humiliating as it goes...
"My pussy feels so good... She loves sucking on big throbbing dicks..."
"Please defile my womanhood with your delicious sperm. Please please please!"
"My cunt has never felt so amazing.... Being stretched around a thick meaty rod is making me gush so hard."
"I love cock so much. I want to be fucked with cocks forever. I love serving cocks, my only purpose is serving cocks. My pussy drools whenever I think of cocks."
"I love being fucked by men. My cunt always wants more hot man cock to gobble up. I can't help creaming and squirting when I feel cockhead against my cervix. Clenching and cumming on a hard fertile penis feels so good. Thank you penis!"
"Please cum inside of my tight slutty pussy, pretty please. I want nothing more in the world. I'd do anything to feel your semen flood my womb, I'm so needy and desperate. I want your cock-milk swimmers to coat my walls and gang-rape my egg until I'm pregnant. Please I'm begging you, please breed me please."
Etc. etc.
Of course, eventually I cum so hard I can't read or think, and by the time my silly cockdrunk brain processes what happened, it's too late. I missed one.
Now everyone online will get to see me begging and moaning and humiliating myself, and cumming my brains out while doing so...
That thought makes me clench so hard in fear and arousal that I immediately cum again, drooling and twitching in pleasure.
(Warning for noncon, breeding, hyperpregnancy, medical) (This is weird, read at your own risk)
What if there was a genetic mutation that altered a man’s sperm, so that once inside the womb, they can live indefinitely until it’s time to fertilize an egg… If one of these men cums inside someone, it doesn’t just mean one pregnancy. Millions of sperm now live permanently in their womb, all waiting for their chance to fertilize an egg… and they’ll never go away.
Maybe the presence of this altered sperm also changes the uterus, messing with the hormonal system and triggering a constant, steady stream of eggs to be released for insemination. Once one egg is fertilized, it doesn’t stop: more and more inseminations will occur like clockwork, forever, until the body is unable to produce any more. The man just needs to cum inside once, and he receives a full-time baby factory for life.
People are aware of this mutation, and take precautions to protect themselves from men that have it… But some will inevitably fall victim to it.
I’m imagining hooking up, having a one night stand with a nice, handsome man… and over the next few weeks I realize something is very wrong. My stomach slowly begins swelling, visible after just a week.
Soon enough, it’s clear what has happened, and I’m taken in by medical professionals who are trying to find a cure for people afflicted with this condition. I slowly succumb to the dawning horror that my body was now primed to produce babies. Forever. The doctors run tests and monitor me 24/7, but slowly they lose interest in trying to “fix” me at all, choosing instead to study my body’s transformation.
First, my womb begins to distend with the first few dozen successful fertilizations. Slowly, my body starts to adjust to the changes in my hormonal system: my breasts slowly grow, at first doubling, then tripling in size, becoming massive watermelons full of milk. My hips slowly widen, swelling with a soft layer of fat in preparation for nurturing my growing brood.
Day after day, I’m forced to watch my body grow heavier and heavier, as the doctors take measurements on my stomach, my breasts, my hips…
At first I’m able to walk around my living quarters, at least, struggling with the weight of my immense brood, and trying not to catch glimpses of my body in the mirror. My once pleasantly chubby body is now a caricature of fertility, my massive stomach hanging down to my knees, my breasts still plumping up with no signs of stopping.
A few months in, I try to make it out of my cot, but my womb is officially too large to allow me to walk on my own strength. Now all I do, every day, is watch my belly extend further and further. Lying on my back, my legs splayed out helplessly under my massive form, I am officially more womb than I am anything else. The weight of my belly is like a warm waterbed, cementing me to the mattress.
After 9 months, the first round of babies are ready to be birthed. Throughout this “first pregnancy”, that single load of semen had been working methodically, and even after I give birth to the first batch, dozens and dozens more were still growing inside.
Never again would I know the feeling of an empty womb. Never again would I be able to walk, or even crawl: wherever the doctors put me, that was where I was going to be. Like a fancy piece of lab equipment.
Because of the size of my belly, in order to deliver the babies safely the doctors have me repositioned, having me lay stomach-down. My toes don’t even come close to touching the floor, as my womb is so large that I am suspended off the ground. The doctors hook my beach-ball-sized breasts up to a milking machine. Now I produced on both ends: a steady supply of milk and babies.
My life slowly melts into a haze of constant milking and birthing. I churn out a new set of babies once every few weeks, but it’s never enough to counter the steady stream of fertilizations. Everything blurs together, except one thing. Sometimes, just for the sick thrill of it, I turn my head as far back as I can, to catch a glimpse of myself in the room’s solitary mirror. Every time I look, I take in my helplessly hanging legs, my grotesquely swollen belly, and my ballooned, milky tits, and I can tell I’m just a little bit larger than I was the last time I checked.
Sometimes I fantasize that the sperm from that fateful hookup might finally run out, but I knew deep down that the hundreds of babies— thousands, maybe— that had been sired within me had used only the smallest fraction of the seed buried inside my womb.
I love the idea of being so pregnant you can barely go anywhere.
The first sign is your massive belly now sticks out too far for you to put shoes on. Then, your legs are too tired to carry your heavy pregnant body so you need a walker to hold your belly if you go out anywhere. Or a whole wheelchair so you don’t have to walk at all. But bow you barely go out. You can’t sit in the front seat of the car anymore. And to get you in the back is an ordeal. Eventually, it becomes impossible to even get in a car. So now you’re permanently at home, laying in bed like the perfect baby machine.
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When I say "I want to be a baby factory." I don't mean I want to pop out 1-4 babies every 10 months...
I mean I want to be massively continuously pregnant, pumping out babies onto a conveyor belt, with my giant milk bloated tits attached to pumps draining into vats.
So I noticed your belly isn't entering the room first lately, I think that needs to be changed. I'm thinking somewhere around 8 to 10 would be a good start for you to carry. Hmmm you want more? You're so greedy but hey who am I to refuse? Let's get you ready then, I'm hoping that within the next week you'll be showing and with in the month you should still be mobile. After that however I make no guarantee, no I'm not telling you how many in putting in you. You'll just have to wait and see, now come lay down so we can get you filled up.
i think it would be sooo fun to fuck a guy that works at a fertility clinic. telling him i would love to be pregnant and i would love to be as big as possible and oh no! he has the means to accomplish that.
it's only when he fucks me good and full after pumping me full of fertility drugs, that he tells me about the underground operation they have at the clinic. the experimental drugs, the litters being produced.
i'm showing within a week. with the drugs, i got super horny, pleading to be filled more than once a day and i can't tell when my bump becomes all baby instead of bloated with cum.
i should've known something was off when he had his colleagues come into my check up appointment. he kept the ultrasound screen away from me, promising not to spoil the surprise but as i see the stunned faces of his coworkers, i start to wonder what exactly i had gotten myself into.
the diet i'm put on is brutal, with special weight gain shakes and double the amount of calories i'm used to. not only is my belly growing day by day but my stomach is filled to the max as i intake the required nutrients to have this brood.
it's only been four months when i tear my first pair of leggings, my ass and belly too big to fit into anything i just bought last week.
"will you at least give me a ballpark?" i plead with him. "is it more or less than a dozen?"
he sighs, rubbing his hands across my protruding belly. "less, but not by much."
i huff, scared to see how much bigger i will get. i'm already waddling everywhere, taking breaks to catch my breath. i'm not even halfway and i look full term.
by the sixth month, he moves me to the clinic full time. just past the typical doctor's office rooms is a full pregnancy center, especially made for the women undergoing clinical trials on the drugs he gave me.
as he guides me into my room, i pass a woman in a wheelchair whose belly is so cumbersome it has its own wheelchair in front of her.
"how many is she having?" i ask
"not as many as you." he says and a shudder runs through me.
as scared as i am about the insane growth happening, it's also the most incredible time of my life. i'm horny, waited on hand and foot and indulging in every craving i've ever had.
i made it halfway through my seventh month before i finally cannot stand up on my own. he tells me i should get comfy in bed, as i wont be moving for the next few months.
and the next few months are when the most growth occurs.
i don't know how many children rest inside me, sloshing around and fighting for room every hour. i can't wrap my arms around myself anymore or even see the bottom half of myself. everything is just belly.
by the time i make it to 36 weeks, everyone in the clinic is in awe of my feat. i'm bigger than i ever thought possible, and i still am not sure how many babies i have within me.
only once my water breaks and labor begins do i learn that my man didn't even know how many babies i would be delivering.
"the ultrasounds were never conclusive. there were too many to count. i guess we will see once labor is over, yes?"
I want it to be my first assigned shift at the breeding centre~!!
All pink and soft warm light, the nurses so friendly, helping me find my locker, laying me back in a big open shower space so they can shave and rinse me. Stroking me so gently, telling me I’m doing such a good job already, while I twitch and shiver and blush at the feeling of their fingers running up and down the entrance to my breeding hole. They squirt a gel into me that’s full of nanobots, to tell them various statistics about what I’m like inside without stretching me. They tell me I’m deep and tight and I blush and squirm with relief.
Then they help me up onto a bed - like a hospital bed, but pink and soft - and I’m rolled down the corridor to a breeding suite. There, I’m strapped into the machine that will hold my legs back, keep me still and optimise my cunt with various vibrations. The last thing they fit is a mask.
As they turn on the machine, a sweet smelling gas fills my lungs. It’s overpowering, and I twist a little instinctively, but the machine holds me perfectly still. As the gas takes over, I lull: a soft, sweet, warm sense of ecstasy filling every part of my body. I feel supercharged, supersensitive, but also, so comfortable, so relaxed.
Waiting, prepared and exposed, for my first day of pleasuring cocks.
The first man to arrives takes his time to get ready. The SoftBytch(tm) gas makes it hard to see him - I’m curious, but lifting my head at all feels impossible. He takes off his suit jacket, but not his shirt or tie: unbuckles his belt, but doesn’t entirely take off his trousers. He stands and strokes himself for a long time. I wish I could tell if he was looking at me or the pornographic screens above my head.
Eventually, I feel the brush of his tip on my cunt, and realise I’m so wet I must be soaking through the bed. He’s so gentle, first just stroking up and down my opening, less pushing in than feeling out how ready I am. I know we’ve been matched according to his pleasure matrix and I’m a little surprised by how big the head of his cock feels - I’m so tiny, and this is only my first day.
When he starts to push himself inside me, I feel the distant ache of pain. My legs try to jam shut protectively but they’re held so firmly apart, I doubt he even notices me twitch. At first, he does just that - pushing the head in, taking it out, pushing it in. Every time it sends a wave of deep, strange pleasure down my spine. When he pushes in, it aches, but when he pulls out, I feel empty, and as he does it, I start to realise I like that aching first push the most.
I’m so lost in the gentle back and forth, the process of him going deeper becomes timeless, discombobulated - I think I open my mouth the first time he pushes in, really in, and I feel the head of his cock stroking me deep inside, realise the shaft is even thicker than the head. My mouth stays open though, and with each thrust he pushes more in, more and more and more until I don’t know if it will ever stop.
Finally, he pauses, and his hands take hold of my legs. I realise I can feel his balls against my body, cock twitching inside. If I wasn’t so relaxed I’d be shaking like a leaf. He fits inside me perfectly - perfectly, I don’t think I could take any more. As he begins to fuck me, slowly, pulling almost entirely out with each thrust, I feel how every inch is perfectly calibrated - how that bulge after the tip of his cock pushes right into a space where I need to be filled, how my tight little entrance squeezes him at the base instinctively when I feel the tip of him deep in the breeding position.
He starts moving quicker, harder - it feels calm, regular, but efficient. With every firm thrust, pushing perfectly into my cunt, stretching it into all the right shapes, I want to scream - and scream, and scream, and scream. But I’m helpless, docile, it’s so perfect, so so perfect and I just lie there, in utter bliss, all my screams coming out through my cunt: squeezing him tightly as he fucks me open.
I let my brain go and let my cunt work his cock, let him work himself inside me, his docile, perfect fuck. I feel so clever, so good, such a wonderful animal, so happy to be pleasing a cock like this at last. When he gets rough, I feel so grateful for the gas keeping me pleasant and still.
Eventually, the machine begins to work my body. Waves and waves of something deep and bright and uncontrollable are building, building, and that cock, that beautiful cock is still working in and out of me. I take deeper and deeper gasps of the gas, my vision bursting into glistening, crystal fractals, wet waterfalls and visions of enormous cocks sliding in and out of celestial cunts. He’s getting faster now, gripping me hard, bruising my insides and I’m - fuck, I’m - oh, OH GOD
For a moment, the world is just bright, mindless light. I come to and he’s still inside me and I’m so happy he’s still inside me, I’m utterly brainless, giddy, my whole self is the cunt being pounded, slick and wet and - with a burst of abject violence, shaking the bed and the machine, he moans and I feel him pulse and I squeeze and he’s cumming, he’s cumming inside me~!!
He tucks himself away. I lie there, amazed by how much can happen when you can’t move or speak or think at all. The next man is coming in, they’re saying something to each other, but I don’t understand words right now at all.
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Tw for dubious consent, impregnation/breeding, government fuckery
One of my many weird, specific kinks is legally mandated breeding.
Imagine this law passing and then a few weeks letter, you get a letter in the mail saying you have 6 months to get knocked up, and this is mandated for everyone between 21-35.
Maybe you're lucky and have a partner already who is also capable of putting a baby in you. But if you aren't that lucky...
Maybe you'll have to ask a friend to fuck you. They'll find out all about your wet little hole and what it feels like to be inside you.
Or you'll procrastinate, hoping the law gets overturned. But it doesn't. So you wind up finding someone at the last second and have to spread your legs for a total stranger.
Maybe you think that they won't actually enforce it and you can get away scott free. Just for them to find you and haul you away to a breeding center. Tied up on a medical exam chair with your legs in stirrups. Being fucked by someone the government deemed a good mating partner for you. Their warm, unfamiliar hands groping you while they split you open on their cock.
Fuck imagine if you had to record it and submit it online to the government for extra humiliation. And all the exams and doctor's fingers and tools inside you. Literally gonna go edge myself to this
you’ve been fucking me for so long by now that ive lost track of the time. I know it’s dark outside now, but that’s all ive got. that, and the growing number of rapidly gestating babies inside me.
“fuck, so good for me… such a good incubator, taking my babies so well… god, fuck, im gonna cum again, gonna knock you up again…”
I groan as you do just that, eyes rolling back in my head as I feel you spill inside me, your seed seeping into my womb and quickly finding another egg to fertilize. the babies already inside me squirm as another sibling joins them, growing to catch up, forcing them to make space.
my body rises as my belly grows beneath me. you had to move me off the bed a while ago to be able to reach my cunt comfortably, and my legs have long been left hanging in the air, supported by the curve of my lower belly. im starting to wonder if you’ll be unable to reach before you can sate your need.
im starting to wonder if you even can sate either of our needs before I get too big for it.
My owner loves to tie me up and start livestreaming as he trains me to take his cock. As a breeding bull, his cock is massive, and my pussy can’t take him. But he’s going to break me in, no matter how long it takes… And it has taken quite a while.
With the camera pointed at my helpless pussy, strangers from around the world can join the stream and watch as my owner spreads my lips with his throbbing head, slowly parting me around him as I whimper. The microphone picks up both my whining and the soft squelching of my cunt as he slowly eases the tip in and out of me.
I writhe when his cock head finally slips past my tight entrance, my cunt burning and spasming around him. He shushes me: “Quiet, cow.” He reaches down and plants his hands firmly on my hips to keep me still as he forces my cunt to adjust to him. Even with my soaked pussy, it hurts, and I whimper and cry as my cunt tries instinctively to push him out. But it’s useless, of course, and once he’s in, he won’t be going anywhere until he’s done.
The streams can go on for up to an hour. Once he’s inside of me and has me firmly secured he might even talk to the audience, commenting on the chat as I bite my lip and wriggle in pain. Eventually, my pussy settles around the intrusion, and once I’ve calmed down, my owner starts thrusting, shallow and slow. I can feel every fold and every vein along the first inch or so of his shaft: he doesn’t go any deeper than that. I still grit my teeth, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, stuck in the middle of pain and pleasure.
I usually cum before my owner does, my pussy spasming hard and rhythmic around his unbelievable girth. He never cums inside, I’m still not ready for a “proper” breeding. He cums on my lips, letting his potent seed slowly drip down between my asscrack as the audience watches, my gaped pussy clenching helplessly on nothing.
He looks into the camera before turning off the stream. “Same time tomorrow for another session.”
The middle of the forest is such a lovely place for sex. The smells of the pine needles as you’re romantically kissing your partner on every inch of their body, the birds chirping in the background, her struggling against her gag and the ropes holding her to a tree, the faint smell of smoke from some log cabin off in the distance.
i love when a cute boy is so fucking pregnant that he’s bed bound or forced on bed rest
belly so round so heavy that even the idea of trying to roll himself over in his bed has him out of breath and sweating. just completely overtaken by the giant litter of babies growing inside of him, belly so big it takes up the whole bed when laying on his side. belly so big that his body still aches from its weight on his ruined figure even when he’s seated or laying down
he’s unable to do anything with that big ol’ belly that he can’t even reach his arms around his massive middle. he’s just so fucking pregnant
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