Your Valentine

fat, thick pussy lips so big you can't even keep your legs all the way closed. constantly sopping wet from such insane arousal and the instinctual need to have your desperate cunt bred over and over. clit almost as big as your fist and so swollen it looks erect. everything just puffy and swollen with need <3

no matter what clothes you try to wear it's always just so obvious you have such a fat and needy cunt. you can't wear pants, bc the bulge is always so big, plus you soak right through them within minutes. skirts/kilts/etc kinda have to make do... besides, that just means easy access! it's not like you can wear underwear!

fuck you've really got me with the idea of bladder stretched out with all the worms wriggling around in there, squirming against each other and against the walls of muscle around them to try and get more space. God it would be so good to feel them writhing around against your stretched bladder. I bet you'd feel the constant need to pee, but nothings coming out of there with how packed in they all are. they'd be fighting against each other to even pass through your urethra. you pushing wouldn't be enough. there'd probably be something against or inside you to keep them from escaping anyways, so the most you'd be able to get is the feeling of one or two wriggling their way through that tube only to be blocked by the metal sound or your underwear. fuck, imagine the way they'd writhe inside your urethra, so full and pushing for more space. can't even begin to describe it, and I've have a cystoscopy.

with this scenario you've created, do you think the worms got up there on their own, or do you think they were put up there by someone, by whoever packed the dirt around you tight, pressing against your swollen stomach, a feedback loop of worms pushing and dirt pressing. realistically its probably not that intense, but maybe you keep flexing your abdominal muscles, making the worms squirm.

and if your mouth is exposed for piss, you realize that piss has to go somewhere, right? the worms in your bladder are gonna have to accommodate all the piss building up around them, and how can they do that? the first hit of filtered piss from your kidneys is likely to make them panic and squirm even harder. and your bladder is just gonna keep filling, with this mixture of piss and worms, a real disgusting cocktail. and if somethings keeping the worms in, its not gonna filter out the piss. you'll swell like a balloon, and soon the dirt won't be maluable enough to accommodate that.

Just can't stop imagining having a full swollen little bladder after being forced to drink a lot of water all day, being fucked in the ass from behind so hard that I can't hold it in and leaking and dribbling the entire time I'm being fucked, and someone stuffing their cock in my cunt only to '''accidentally''' shove it into my poor overworked piss hole at some point and continue to thrust with the exact same fervor as any other hole.

being a wet, begging, shaking mess while I'm being pounded and also having so many confused, horny feelings about the entire cock buried in my cunt without even actually fucking my cunt. then when both of my tops come, and pull out, I'm left raw and gaping in ways I didn't know I could be, face down/ass up and just dripping seed and piss.

Just thinking about being painfully full, then having someone fuck my ass from behind and get me going hard enough that I cant control a little leaking, then then pulling me upright on my knees and back into them - not only showing off my round little tummy but the bulge of their cock in my guts, too, and spreading my cunt with their fingers to make room for another top while i'm trying not to be embarrassed about wetting myself a little -

and then our other top lines up and stuffs it in the wrong hole, pauses to let my shock settle in and just goes to town fucking me, forcing it in deeper slowly while I leak uncontrollably around them, still being actively railed in the ass the whole time, cum dripping down my thighs. a complete fucking mess, begging and whining and clamping down unsuccessfully around them.

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.

you aren’t aware of the concept of pregnancy at all, somehow, and the scientists told you it was normal and healthy for your belly to grow as big as it was. it was normal to feel something shift around inside of you every few hours. you didn’t question the day when they put that strange syringe full of white stuff inside of you, telling you it was medicine to keep you healthy. when you began to get big enough, they put a strange device on you, locked around your pussy, they told you it was to keep you safe. one day, liquid began to pour down between your legs. it wasn’t long before you needed to push, and, with terror and confusion, you followed your body’s natural instincts. something massive was moving down inside of you, and it hurt. it hurt so bad. it reached your opening after an hour or so, but was stopped by the device they had locked around you. you pushed and pushed and pushed, your body begging you to expel this thing, but it was to no avail. you called out for help, and eventually the a scientist came to your aid.

they carefully took the device off of you, warning you this would hurt, but it was for your own safety. this just happens sometimes, and the scientists would come fix it. they put a hand on the hard dome of whatever was coming out of you, and slowly, with excruciating pain, pushed it back into your womb. you felt where the head (although you didn’t know it was a ‘head’, exactly) catch on your cervix, a bit too big to go in as easily as the rest of it. the scientist gave a momentous push of their hand and it popped back inside, curling up comfortably where it had been growing, unbeknownst to you, for all of these months. you didn’t question it, though, even as you screamed in pain. this was for your own safety. you were given some medicine to close your cervix, and left alone.

every few weeks, this would happen again. you became accustomed to the feeling, learning to call out for help as soon as you felt the urges to push start. sometimes no one was around, though, the researchers were out of office, and you’d push on it uselessly for a while until someone came to your aid.

likeee i spent 90 minutes showering and getting ready for a date that i never made it to because i got snatched up by some creep outside the bar and raped on his filthy cock and dumped in the alleyway once he was done with me

OR! i hog the shower from my gross ass brothers (which is fine, they never use it anyways) but as soon as they hear the water stop running they’re crowding into the bathroom to use my holes until i’m left in a fucked-out pile of their disgusting cum and smeg, all my work completely defiled <33

something about my desire to be clean constantly being ruined because i’m just such a good rapetoy for nasty backed up cocks, y’know?

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The farmers daughter. She don’t go out much. Been awhile since the town has seen her. Her daddy always goes into town for supplies but he keeps buying weird things… it’s common for him to buy supplies but what’s he gotta do with all those fertility meds? Sure he’s got livestock but those meds are for people, ain’t it? People also claim to hear funny noises coming from the barn and shed at night. He brushes it off. Just the animals being rowdy.

But no one has to know their growing little secret. That his precious angel of a daughter is heavy and aching with his brood, waddling around that little farm house waiting to be bred again, over and over. Living on their own little slice of heaven on that farm land.

When daddy ain’t around, our sweet belle waddles over to the animal pens to have her own bit of fun. After all, they need attention too right?

Classic stuff. Of course, daddy needs all those supplies and meds, he has a lot of animals to breed, erm, poor wording. It's hard work! He has quotas to meet... so he has his only daughter helping out a lot... she's a really good helper...

Hm. Yeah. Okay.

Like, it's just hot. Trans man on the bus, heavily pregnant, just weeks out from his due date. Giving up my seat for him and biting back a groan when I watch him slowly lower himself to the chair, no choice but to spread his legs so his big, tightly rounded gut can settle between his knees.

Getting off the bus when he does, maybe I silently sneak after him or brazenly offer to walk with him "for safety". We end up heading to his boyfriend's apartment but before he can get to the door I pull him into the alley behind the building.

He'd blush and stutter but melt under me because we'd both know just how out-of-his-mind horny he is. I'd lift up his shirt and let his fattened tits bounce out, thick nipples beginning to lactate with all the stimulation. I'd stuff both in my mouth and bite down as hot streams splash the back of my throat, humping and grinding on his baby bump like we're drying humping in a club.

When his legs get too weak, I'd let him slip to the filthy ground and lay him on his back so he can barely breathe let alone get up on his own. I'd just rip his paternity pants instead of bothering with getting them off his wide ass and slam my dick in without warning. Molesting his big, life filled belly, manipulating it in whatever way makes my cock feel good, pushing and pulling at the rounded mass, slapping and eventually punching it for my own amusement, fat cock getting impossibly bigger in his cunt because I've never been this turned on before.

His milky boobs swinging whorishly with each of my mean thrusts and splashing his own, dumbstruck face with his sweet milk. I think his fifth or sixth orgasm just washed over him, it's soooooo cute. You can still see in his eyes that he knows this is wrong, he's enjoying being raped, which means he's basically cheating, and I'm messing up his womb in a way he knows he can't come back from. I tell him as much, that I'm gonna make his womb inhospitable to his partners inferior brats, and he just cums again. What a pervert ~

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So. Fuck it. If no one else wants to fool around it seems pretty obvious, she's game. Why else would she be out here acting like this? Baby daddy must have pissed her off or something.

So, when she heads towards the restrooms I follow her, not like a creep or some shit! It's just quieter over here and I just wanna drop a line or two and see if she bites. Of course, I wait outside in the hall until she slips back out and when she does, I get two words out before she has me by the collar and starts dragging me in women's room!

I stutter and gape at here because, hello?? I probably shouldn't be in here, but I forget to argue that once my pants are around my ankles and her swollen, puffed-up cunt is smearing slick all over my hardening cock. I'll be so for real, knocked up folks aren't usually my deal but damn, I didn't know cunts got this plush and meaty when people got bred and shit! Or like... is it just this chick? Well, whatever, I think anyone in my position would be dtf after feeling something like this.

Not only was I unaware that pregnant pussies were like that, but I've never heard of aborting a fetus by cock... like, maybe as a joke, but that's not a real thing... so I thought...

She engulfed my dick in a way I've never experienced; it set something off in me. I was grabbing her, trying to fold her in half despite her big baby bump, through my hips against her ass with bruising force -fuck- and it wasn't enough! I've never been this hard before- I've never felt this big before! I felt like I was hitting things inside her I'd only ever dreamed about, and it just made me need more. I felt frustrated, feral, like I wasn't in my right mind... and then she slipped.

She slipped on the puddle forming under us and landed hard on the filthy restroom floor, of course, her belly broke her fall... A tiny, shrinking voice in the back of my mind shrieked to slow down, at least check in... but my dick screamed at me to lay my full weight on her, make more pressure, more stimulation for my own pleasure... I slammed my cock inside her with so much force I finally started to feel some semblance of satisfaction. But I wasn't done... I think she passed out, but I'm not fucking done---!!

My teeth were grinding hard against each other, frothy drool bubbling from my lips as I grimaced, eyes rolled back so far the whites are all you could see, I was a man possessed, stripped of my sense and left with animalistic need, a desire I couldn't name until it finally happened!!!

A gush of liquid splurted out of her, hot and sticky, more than just cum and I knew it. I still wasn't thinking, but I could feel it, I eliminated some pussy's inferior brat and was gonna pump her womb full of my own!!! Is that what I'm doing? Is that why it feels so fucking good?! Shouldn't I stop? I don't want to be a dad, said the tiny voice in my head, drowned out by my dick's natural desire to breed this slut, breed every slut-! No... not just any hole with legs, I wanna breed pregnant pussy-!!! Pregnant pussy is the best and each whore I wreck should be so grateful I gave them a brat worth pushing out in nine months!!!

With that, I blow my load, the fattest, thickest load of my whole life, definitely my most potent ropes of nut sludge ever... fuck. That was crazy~! Phew~!

I pull myself off of her and she mumbles a little in her orgasm induced stupor, I think she's smiling so... this is fine probably... yeah. I gotta get out of here. My shoes squeak as I slip and catch myself a couple times before reaching a dry patch of floor and bailing fast. Glad I hadn't opened a tab yet, I need air...

I stumble out into the night, head spinning. What happened to me? Why did I do that? Why did it feel so... my mind wanders and I bite my lip... fuck that pussy was so good. So. Good. That's why I did it. And I want to do it again. My eyes widen when I catch the thought. Surely I don't mean that! Why would I ever do that again, it's a horrible thing to do... I'd feel even worse if I hadn't seen that chick throwing back drinks... she clearly doesn't give a fuck about being a mom long term so... she did seem into it. I mean my cock was kind of a monster during that, bet anyone would cum the way she did if I always fucked that hard... my dick twitch as if affirming the thought and I shook my head to clear it. Weird night. I need to get to my bed...

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I'm walking, still feeling shaky, kinda twitchy even, I'm so distracted by the weirdness in my head and body I don't even notice this dude trying to shove some shit into the backseat of his car until I basically bump into him! He stumbles hard and I have to catch him and help him stay standing.

"Shit, man, I'm sorry! I didn't- uh..." he turns to face me and bumps me with his big, rounded belly. It's so bulbous it's peeking out from his very large sweatshirt, belly button pushed out... my cock really twitches then. Shit.

"No worries, dude, I shouldn't even be out here... some bullshit..." If I wasn't so busy trying to control my racing thoughts, I may have caught how upset he sounded, but I was more focused on the way he placed his hands on his back, mid-section sooooooo heavy it was the only way he could manage to stand. Fuck. He's definitely pregnant, shit, shit, shit... don't pop a boner right now, c'mon, c'mon-!!

I'm sweating bullets, dick hardening against my thigh, I just came like ten minutes ago! I never recover this fast... I'm standing too close to this guy, and I know it, but I can't bring myself to step back- what is happening to me-

"Uhm... you okay man? You tripping on something? You're real sweaty... do you need me to call someone, or...?" My lips feel so dry no matter how many times I wet them with my tongue. He was talking, but I couldn't hear shit, my cock was throbbing painfully hard now, straining against my pants so badly I think they might- fuck, they ripped... and my cock just slapped the underside of his baby bump and- and I think I'm gonna-

"Woah! Hey! What was that...? Dude...? Uh-uhmm..." His eyes looked a little scared, but I couldn't stop now, pressing my stomach against his with my force than his reasonable, forcing him against the still open car door. "Fuck, hey, wait, what are you-"

I rip through his pants and am overjoyed to see yet another plump, wobbly cunt, so it wasn't just woman at the club. It is a pregnancy thing... and his cunt is fucking begging for it... he keeps struggling, whining about some shit I don't care about, I hush him and growl that it's okay cause he's gonna cum his brains out... I don't know why I'm so self-assured of that. In the past I often worried about my partners cumming, but as my mind fell away and I was overcome with these weird feelings again, I knew that my dick was even bigger after that last breeding, I was gonna carve out this slut's womb and leave him ruined for any other cock that isn't mine.

I began drilling him ruthlessly in that cramped backseat, pushing him into what I guess were moving boxes and some bags of clothes. There's a story there, but I don't have the brain power to give a fuck. This poor dude is unraveling just as fast as the person before him, cumming hard and then harder, and then harder as his womb seizes up with each orgasm, overwhelmed by the force of my thrusting. I'm engulfed by the same feral needs as before, this isn't enough. Fucking him senseless isn't what my dick needs.

I tug his hips and leverage them up so my full weight can piston my rape rod into his womb again and again, it's going sooooo deep now it's craaaaazy. But even better, I squeeze us into the car so that his big belly is sandwich against us chests even as our pelvis's collide and my- fuck- when did my nuts get so big??

The realization was almost enough to make me stop but just then that gush of fluid pours out of him and can feel it as his stomach loses a little volume... my eyes light up with something disturbing and wild as I bare my teeth in sick glee, hips moving faster than I thought I physically could. Feeling this man cum over and over underneath me all because I fucked some loser's brat out of him!! I bust while making the nastiest face, drool and sweat pouring off me and soaking the man below.

I peel myself off him, dick barely shrinking at all as I pull it out, my crotch utterly soaked. I chuckle mindlessly as I stumble away, leaving this man to moan and shudder uncontrollably, if he so much as touches his stomach he'll probably cum. He never did pass out though and eventually the memory of that will impress me.

It’s easy to keep women in line if you remember our basic operating instructions. Stimulation of the cunt will induce obedience, sexual excitement, and craving for humiliation.

To maximize the potential of the female mating response, it would make sense to implement public fuck stations. Basically these would be phallic objects for women to casually impale themselves on during the day.

Imagine going to a restaurant and the server asks how many are in your party. The next question is how many cunts are with you. When you get a table, the place settings for the bitches are chairs with fat dildos securely fastened on them. Your wife, daughters, and any free use sluts you picked up can lift their skirts and sink down to impale themselves for the meal.

Buses, subways, and commuter trains all have lines of plastic cocks for women to bend over and secure themselves on. Men can experience the entertainment of watching bitches struggle to balance on a rocking train solely by clenching their cunts on the stabilizing pricks.

Movie theaters and sports stadiums have bitch seats for any females accompanying a man. Even grocery carts are modified to have an extended arm with a fake cock so women can shop while filled, waddling down the aisles with their staked cunts on display.

It will become second nature for females to plan their day around cock. To walk into a board room filled with men and complacently take the bitch seat in the corner to take notes. To use the fuck stations next to vending machines hoping to catch a man’s eye while he’s on his lunch break.

Living as a bitch in this society requires constant attention for the cumsleeve. The natural female addiction to being impaled is encouraged rather than suppressed, to the point where women have difficulty thinking about anything else.

Every bitch wears skirts that barely cover their crotch, which is of course instantly exposed by any movement at all. Pussies are expected to be bare and well-maintained so men can appreciate watching them get stuffed.

Every morning, I walk to the bus stop. Today I recognize the man already waiting there; he was my younger brother’s best friend growing up. I was bossy to both of them, something they’ve each made me regret many times.

He eyes me as I approach. “Hi, bitch.” Casual, barely interested.

I nod to him as I approach the stop’s fuck stations. I hate to do this in front of him, but my cunt is already aching from being empty. I turn around, bend over slightly, and sink my pussy down on one of the dildos protruding from the bus stop wall.

He chuckles. “I love watching you get bitched,” he smirks. My cheeks burn as my eyes drift to his pants, wondering if he’ll decide to replace the plastic in my hole with his cock. I shudder in anticipation even as my face flushes in shame.

He sees where I’m looking. “Don’t get excited, cunt. I already had a bitch this morning.” But he reaches out to squeeze one of my tits anyways. I groan loudly, as I’ve been taught, making him chuckle again. My cunt squeezes harder on its fuckpole.

He casually degrades me until the bus finally comes. The one at this hour is very full. There’s only one fuck station left, and I groan as I realize it’s covered in semen. But I have no choice. I sink down on it, feeling the still warm cum coat the walls of my pussy. It’s not unheard of for a bitch to get pregnant this way—not even getting the benefit of a fuck.

The idea of getting seeded by a stranger’s leftover cum activates my bitch hole even more. Some females are simply slumped on their stations, passively impaled with an occasional bounce as the bus hits a dip. My cumsleeve is too needy for that today, though.

I start pumping myself back on the fuck station eagerly. I squeal when the bus hits a big bump and the dildo thrusts hard inside me, almost knocking me down. A few men turn to watch my display. I meet their eyes as I thrust back on my station, my feet barely touching the ground so the bulk of my weight is suspended by my pussy.

It’s times like this that I feel the reality of being a woman. The way my flesh crawls with shame at displaying myself like a prize breeding pig. How good the shame makes my bitch pussy feel. The overwhelming drive to earn a real cock in my jizz drain.

I keep eye contact with the men watching for the entire ride. Any of them could decide to stop the show to fuck me, but it seems today they’ve decided my humiliation is better. I nearly sob as my stop approaches, since I know it’s forbidden for a bitch to cum unless impaled on a flesh cock. It’s for the greater good, so women never forget that a real fuck is a privilege and not a right.