Toybox's Best Puppy Girl

Imagine, if you will:

tentacles wrapping around you, pulling your limbs and body into whatever position they want, a tentacle squeezing your throat from the outside while another tentacle makes your throat bulge from the inside, feeling one push up into you, rearranging your guts

claws the size of knives grazing across your body, digging in just a little, knowing that they could kill you in an instant, but they're being careful not to... although they can still have a little fun marking you up, enjoying how you squirm and whimper

fangs digging into your neck, exposed as they use their grip on your hair to pull your head back, feeling their other hand hold you close to them as your blood drained by them, getting weak and dizzy and even more helpless in their arms

eyes that you can stare deep into, enchanting and hypnotic, as you feel some of your senses dull as others get infinitely more sensitive, their voice the only thing you need to pay attention to as you fall into their control

eggs being pushed inside of you, stretching your poor entrance tightly until they join the others in causing your tummy to bulge, stuffed so full that you can barely move, being reduced to a pretty, warm incubator

phantom hands touching you all over, especially while you're in public and have to try not to react, minding your own business while a phantom cock pushes into you, and you have no way of stopping them, no way to push them away or grab them

massive creatures who can grab you around the waist with a single hand, trying to struggle to get away as they pin you down with a single finger, then feeling that same finger start to stretch you out, keeping you as a toy as you're literally that size to them

ooze covering your body, it enjoying the feeling as you writhe against it, the transparent ooze letting you see your body get fucked, stretching around them or twitching as they stroke you to cum again and again

a dragon calling you treasure as they fuck you on top of their hoard, being their most prized possession, their trophy, their precious little fuckpet

Maybe “it” is the hypnosis/brainwashing that your mind is slowly succumbing to

Maybe “it” is the effect of the drugs, injected into you or inhaled or slipped into your drink

Maybe “it” is the pleasure, and they’re coaxing you to stop stifling your moans and just admit how good it feels

But have you ever felt the way they clench around you when you growl in their ear that you're going to flood their greedy hole and knock them up with litter after litter until they forget what its like to not be pregnant?