Awoo

Heart . T4T queertrans man . Mid 20s

engaged to the love of my life 💕 @rabbitknives

Owned puppy boy!!!!! Kink nsfw blog

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I post kinky shit

No dms unless you wanna commission me for a written fic or art plz!

Warnings / stuff im into / post about

Oviposition - piss - puppy play - breeding

Rough sex / bdsm / ownership

It feels like it never ends. He pulls away and I shudder, finally feeling a second of relief until my hole throbs and cum starts spilling from my hole. I try to lay down but my stomach is swollen, huge, I don’t know how to move. I’m stuck on my hands and knees, my stomach pressing into the bed as my legs shake. My owner teases my hole and gropes my still growing tummy, asking me how much I need relief.

I can’t form words anymore.

The eggs are no longer just big but heavy, and they feel like they’re growing larger by the second. The weight panics me, my hole red, aching and puffy from being stretched out over and over from my owners knot. It’s far too sore to be able to push out my clutch but there’s no other choice. My body hits its limit as I whine in confusion, needing release. My owner tells me to push before I loose control, I obey, the only thing left I can do. But my hole is so sore, every push taking everything I have left. He urges for me to push harder, telling me he can see the first egg, its shiny surface beginning to emerge from my shaking hole. It’s grown enormous, pearlescent and smooth. Tears fall from my eyes as I try to push harder, my body screaming for release. My owner continues to slowly encourage me, his gentle words ice against the boiling point inside my body. One big, final push. It’s past the biggest point, my owner holds the egg as I continue to push, unable to break in the final stretch. It feels like it goes on for hours, but at last the egg drops entirely into his hands, my hole throbbing as I try to lay down despite my body trying to continue to lay the rest of my owners clutch.

Maybe underwear would’ve been a good idea..

- bunny 💗

Ooooooo… I think I default to smooth subtle textures, I haven’t laid one that I’ve felt toooo much of the texture on it., I think this means we need to experiment :3

Thank you so much!! Straight to it 👀

Always here to write more pissing and egg laying:3

The egg was nothing short of giant. Your bladder, squished and throbbing, you squirm, cursing, face flushed red and sweating. Nothing was going according to plan, a simple bladder stretch with a medium egg for good measure was your original goal, but something had gone awry- a chemical wrong? the moon phase was off? there was no point in guessing the cause now. You need relief. Now.

You desperately paw at your hole with your shaking fingers, struggling to reach around your swollen stomach. Something needs to give, your brain kicks into overdrive as a powerful contraction shivers through your body.

Laying in bed, you bear down on a blanket, teeth tearing into the fabric like the skin of a prey animal, anything to help this agony. It’s time to start pushing and your body knows it, your control is loosening as your hole starts to dilate to your dismay, legs shaking as your hole starts throbbing, the pain no longer entirely internal- each throb hurts more as the eggs tip finally pokes out of your hole.

It’s time to push and there’s no use fighting it, but the second you push, the pain floods back. Your bladder. The single push turned every desperate need to piss you’d been fighting off back on as you held back a howl of pain. Something needed to give, and the pushing needed to continue. Against every part of your brain screaming to stop, you push. You keep pushing.

Tears roll down your face as the egg reaches its largest part, your bladder being pushed to its limit, feeling your piss so fucking close but unable to get that last bit through. You push, push, and PUSH, with no reward. The egg seems stuck, hurting your hole with every second it’s there stretching it out so unbelievably wide, and you NEED something. You try to move, you know you need help- but the movement, the twist of your body, something is finally enough for your piss to start leaking out. It starts slow, a trickle, running down your open hole, causing a painful sting- you can’t stop it now.

Poor puppyboys breeding was way more intense than he expected!:(

Now he’s stuck, meant to be going to the store but he can’t bear the thought of being seen like this. Let alone how he’s meant to walk :(

Ughghg I’m actually mad embarrassed about this piece ,, feels so exposing actually seeing how big I want to get full of eggs,, it’s so embarrassing, like ugh I think if my owner saw me like this irl I would just melt on the spot. Hopefully he’ll like it though..

Definitely nothing going on here, just a cute weirdo with a big tummy

Have a nice day/night <333

Of course!!! I absolutely love this feel free to request more! Enjoy :3

Your hands grip the edge of the bathroom sink. You’d run yourself a bath- a leaky tap dripping into the tub of water, echoing with your laboured breathing.

It had been 5 hours since you’d been bred- and agreed to hold your piss as part of your owners game. Post breeding, you downed a few cocktails and it was fine, a pleasant buzz produced with the eggs inside you small, barely noticeable.

You’d been regretting those few drinks for the past 3 hours. And the water that you drank to stay hydrated. And the juice as a chaser.

Your bladder was aching, your hole pulsing with a desperate need- focusing in and out of the sound of the dripping tap, causing your mind to wonder if you could get away with just.. a drop. Just letting a little piss out, helping you hold for longer.. anything to help.

You glance to your side, in the low light, a full length mirror catches your form- candlelight bouncing off your distended belly, legs pressed tightly together.

You try to straighten up, and step away from the sink- a gasp escaping from your mouth as the weight shifted lower, and your hole begins to dilate.

Deep breaths.

Your owner hears the commotion and lets them self in- groping your tummy, hands touching your hole- now wide enough to easily fist. Wet, aching and pulsing, your owner whispers that it’s time to push.

So you do.

You grab the edge of the sink again, spread your legs and begin to push. Your hole stretches wider, legs shaking, the first egg travels down- now visible, peaking out of your hole. It’s about the side of a small melon, your owner encouraging you to push, harder and harder- you do, but can’t get the egg out any further. It’s not even past the largest part, your owner tells you, holding your belly. They push down.

You’re no longer laying an egg. Your bladder gives in, and your pushing stops as it turns into letting go of your hours of pent up piss. The egg stays stuck, peaking out of your hole as your piss streams onto the floor- your owner praising you as they force your egg back inside with their cock.