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You’re walking home after a drunk night out. You took a wrong turn and aren’t entirely sure where you are. You find a subway staircase and wander down it hoping to catch a train back home. As you wander down you have the sudden urge to pee. So you stumble your way into a bathroom to relieve yourself. You find yourself a stall and flop down onto the toilet finally relieving your bladder. Gazing about the poorly lit bathroom you discover a hole in the wall. Before putting your pants back up you wander over and inspect it. Looking inside you see a mouth . A Glory Hole, you shrug and place your flaccid cock into the hole. As soon as your cock head reaches the hole you feel a warm wetness wrap itself hungrily around your cock and suck you down. Did you press your pelvis against the wall? Or did it get pulled there? You dont care as much since this feels amazing and you’re in such a drunk stupor it doesnt matter. You feel the blood flood rapidly to your growing hard cock until it’s at full mast. You can feel the lips of whoever is on the other side suck you down balls deep and it feels amazing. It’s been a while since your last blowjob and this other person seems just as desperate as you do. 

You begin thrusting bracing your hands against the wall for support. You can hear your balls slap against the tiled wall but it doesn't matter because this mouth feels way too good. You close your eyes and relish in this blissful feeling. You feel your first orgasm building. Your thrusting gets faster and harder and the person beyond the wall takes it like a champ, sucking hard on your cock as their tongue flicks around on the underside of your cock. With an eyeroll and a loud groan you press your hips as hard as you can against the hole in the wall and erupt your cum. The person continues to suck you off as you calm down from your orgasm high.

You try pulling away but upon further inspection, you see before you isnt the tiled wall you walked into. It doesnt feel cold to the touch anymore. It looks like the wall is made out of skin, and when you try to pull away, you cant, looking at your hands you see the wall has swallowed them up into it. And looking at your feet, your pants are missing and your feet are bound by the same fleshy substance. You feel yourself sobering up, and panic begins to set it. What’s happening? Are you going crazy? 

You call out for help but hear no echo. You keep trying to fight but you feel yourself get sucked further into the wall. An eye opens up in front of your face and locks with your own two eyes. Boring into your soul. The sucking on your cock picks back up and you try to stiffle a moan. Even in your panicked state, your cock remains hard and the sucking feels so good. Your continued struggling just makes your hips thrust in and out of this flesh like wall. The eye before you closes and the flesh from the wall begins to poke out and form into a rather large cock. It pokes and prods at your mouth and you turn away, trying to prevent it from entering your mouth. You feel a humming in your brain as you continue to resist. Suddenly you feel an odd sensation at your ass. It feels like a slobbery wet tongue. You’ve had your balls licked enough to know what a tongue feels like. You feel the tongue slide in between your cheeks and lick your asshole. Out of reflex you gasp and then cock poking at your lips takes your moment of weakness and thrusts itself into your mouth. You try to pull away but it swiftly adjusts itself to stay in your mouth.

It begins to precum and as soon as the fluid hits your tongue, a numbness spreads and it slides in deeper. You feel your jaw loosen up a bit as more of it forces it’s way into your mouth. It pokes at the entrance to your throat, and grinds there for a moment before pulling back and thrusting against it once more. You feel that same numbness affect your throat and as it thrusts a third time it pierces through your throat and slides deep down. Your eyes open  wide at the sudden intrusion but with the numbness you dont gag or choke. You feel that same numbness flow through your body and the tongue at your asshole pierces through your anal ring and into your waiting asshole. You can’t help but let out a moan around the cock in your throat. The tongue retreats and you give a whimper at the sudden loss of penetration. When you feel a more blunt and slimy object prod at your hole. It pushes harder before with a pop, it forces its way deep into your hole. As deep as it can go.

Your mind begins to spin as your body relaxes and the cocks at your throat and ass thrust in and out of your penetrated orifices. The pleasure you begin to feel is beyond what you’ve experienced before. You can feel the cocks penetrating deeper than you thought possible. You can feel the large cock in your ass dig deeper and more forcefully as you can feel your guts rearrange to accommodate it. The stretching of your abdomen from it’s assault. The same goes for your throat as it bulges outward to fit the cock invading your throat. You swear you can feel it thrust into your stomach. 

Thats when your attention is brought back to your cock still inside the flesh wall.  You feel something prod at the slit of your cock before piercing though. That same numbness followed by pure pleasure spiked through your cock and you moaned again against the cock in your throat. It began thrusting deeper and deeper into your cock before pulling out fully as another tentacle like appendage replaced it, this one a lot thicker than the one before it. Now you had three different tentacles fucking you in different places. Your mind going blank as your second orgasm of the night shakes your body. Your knees buckle but tentacles quickly bind your legs and torso to keep you up right.  You feel the tentacle in your cock drink up the cum that flows out of your cock. Thats when you feel the tentacles pick up pace, their thrusting becoming more frantic and rough. Those slimy sex noises pounding through your skull. Thats when you feel something grip the back of your neck and a sharp pane at the nap of your skull before everything becomes hazy and the only thing you can focus on is the thrusting cock shaped tendrils in your throat and ass. A second tendril forces its way into your rectum and as it pressed roughly against your prostate you feel your third orgasm rupture through your body as you groan sloppily against the cock tentacle in your throat. You then feel the tendrils throb and your insides flooded by this flesh walls cum. You cough and sputter as some surge back up your throat and around the cock tendril. It’s cum now flooding out of your two orfices in a heavy flow as you feel your stomach expanding more as your body struggles to contain the heavy amount of fluids filling your body. 

Summary: You are going into heat and Logan can’t fight his instinct. When the Wolverine takes over and claims you will Logan regret it?

Pairing: AlphaLogan x OmegaReader, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Professor Xavier, Hank McCoy

Warnings: angst, language, ABO, ABO Dynamics, heat, smut, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, a hint of dirty talk

Walking out of the classroom you groan at the heat. Why does the air conditioner have to stop function today? Barely able to bear the heat you walk toward your room.

Seeing Logan staring at Jean and Scott again doesn’t help either. Why do you have to fall for an Alpha who’s not into you?

Not that you want an Alpha. You’re not submissive. Not at all. But this Alpha could have changed your mind. Sadly, he never looked at you twice.

Ignoring the tall mutant, you just want to pass by to get to your room as fast as possible. The heat is getting nastier per second and you have the urge to strip all your clothes off.

The moment you walk past him you can hear a low growl. Followed by a sniff.

“Y/N?” Logan grunts and you roll your eyes.

“What, James? What is the problem today? Is it my outfit? Are my shoes too loud again? What is disturbing your annoying sensitive senses today?”

“You smell good. Like really good.” The Alpha groans now getting closer to you. Almost stalking toward your smaller frame, he eyes you like his prey.

“I got no clue what you are talking about. I smell the same as every day.” You mutter turning to leave.

You give birth at a young age. You’re in your mid-20s and now have a teenage son (18+)… who you haven’t been able to ween. He still breastfeeds. You get pregnant again. He’s there attached at your hip through your labour and birth. He’s still mommy’s boy. He helps mommy through the birthing.

Cindy had Nathan by her side longer than she hadn’t. She was twenty nine, and still no one thought her eighteen year old son was hers, that didn’t bother her, though, with the way they acted not everyone needed to know that they were mother and son. Some people thought it was strange, but Cindy quite liked how affectionate her little boy still was for her, she figured it was because of their friendship, the bond that they’d had, living the majority of both of their lives together. But there were some things that made people stare, not the least of which was Nathan’s interest in his mommy’s breasts.

As essentially an orphan herself, Cindy hadn’t gotten a lot of coaching on how to be a “proper” mother, she knew the basics, like that she was supposed to be breastfeeding, but no one had ever told her about pumping or weening or any of the finer details, so, when Nathan didn’t seem to want to stop, she didn’t see it as a problem, it was one less meal that she had to pay for, and it was quality time that they got to spend together.

He really just wants to play. Fun games ;)

Written by @pregnancyismykink :)

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You don’t really understand what’s going on. You just know that your brother called you to his room and now you’re both laying together in the bed. It was a game, he said.

You loved games, and you loved being with your brother, so you followed along eagerly.

“Simon says take your shirt off,” he said with a smirk. You eagerly obeyed, yanking your thin T-shirt over your head. You weren’t embarrassed, why would you be?

Your brother adjusted himself on the bed so that he was sitting on the edge watching you with hooded eyes and an unreadable expression on his face. “Simon says take your pants off too.”

Randy was born with the genetic make-up of a loser. He was a tiny, freckled ginger that stood out in a crowd … but not in a good way. He’d never been on a date and often fantasized what it would be like to be HUGE and MASCULINE. What would it be like to take control and have any man he wanted? It sucked, but he’d given into his fate a long time ago. He’d just masturbate himself to oblivion and be lonely forever.

He was walking home from work (as a telemarketer … yeah, cherry on top) when he saw a new costume store named Master Grey’s Swap Emporium. Weird, but he always loved to role play and figured it would be interesting to pretend to be somebody else for a little bit. Who knows, they might have something cool. Walking in, he began to look through the racks. It wasn’t like any costume store he’d been to before. No masks or fake mustaches or wigs. Just clothes and miscellaneous items. It didn’t make much sense and, just before he could leave, a young man stepped in front of him. He was classically handsome in a three-piece suit and tie. He almost felt like he was from a different time and Randy was instantly smitten. GOD, if he could get a guy like that, but …

“I’m glad you came in, Randy,” The guy said with a warm smile and a gorgeous British accent. “My name’s Patrick, and I’ve been expecting you.” He handed Randy a small bag and nodded to one of the dressing rooms.

 “But…” Randy begun.

 “Just try it on for size. It’s on the house.” He motioned to the dressing room a second time and Randy hesitantly entered. Yeah, it was a LOT strange, but he was right, what could it hurt and it was free.

Once in the dressing room, Randy opened the bag, but wasn’t expecting what he found inside. A thick, black leather collar and a large watch. So strange.

Patrick tapped on the door from outside. “Just leave your clothes inside when you’re ready and you can come out and take a look in the mirrors. You’re going to love it!”

Yeah, I’m going to look great in this, Randy thought. Like a freak.

Deflated, he stripped down to reveal his skinny body. He could even see his ribs and glanced down and the two bars he had pierced in his nipples. It was something he did to TRY and seem a little dangerous and sexy, but who was he kidding? Nobody would ever see them. He just wished he could be bigger, one of those huge guys covered in muscle and shaved down head to toe. The kind of guy who would walk through a club completely naked and not give it a second thought. A man worthy of being called MASTER.

Sighing, Randy slid the watch on to his wrist. He was so thin, he didn’t even have to unlatch it, but it felt much different than he expected. It was warm against his skin and he could feel the energy pulsing up his arm, almost as if it was pushing the warmth into his body. Next, he pulled the collar around his neck and latched it. Again, it just hung there and he felt ridiculous. But, it also started to heat up. He felt the heat moving into his body and then something started to happen.

He felt his muscles trembling, his entire body beginning to swell. It was a strange sensation and he bent over, his insides on fire, but it didn’t hurt. It felt powerful and strong. He looked down at his hands and arms. The freckles were disappearing and they were becoming bigger, stronger … tan. His red fuzz slid into his skin as he watched his wrists and forearms grow thicker, more muscular until the watch fit perfectly. He then looked down at the rest of his body. His thighs grew thick with muscle, all the hair receding until he was completely smooth, abs stretching across his stomach as his nipple bars fell to the ground as his pecs inflated to perfection, a pair of perfectly soft, tender nipples swelling at their tips.

He then felt his neck growing thicker, the collar now taught around his neck as it made full contact with all of his skin. Energy shot through him and he felt his cock ignite. It grew heavy and hard, his massive hands finding their way to it. It grew beneath his touch, his balls dropping lower, bigger, full and hairless. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt, an invisible orgasm pulsing through his entire body as his head arched back. He fell to the floor and moaned with pleasure. Then, it was over.

Randy, finally stood. Every part of him felt different as he glanced down at his body. This wasn’t him. He was heavy and huge, massive hands and body. He was …

“Come on out and take a look,” Patrick called from outside.

Randy felt subconscious of walking out naked at first, but then he realized he wasn’t that tiny, frail ginger anymore. This is what he wanted and he couldn’t wait to see what he looked like … who this new version of Randy was.

He opened the door and peered around the corner into the mirror and caught his reflection for the first time. Holy fuck was the only thing that came to mind.

He reached up and touched his bald head, peered into his new, commanding eyes. A strong, dominant jawline and his body. His body was thick and cut and shaved from head to toe. This is what he’d always wanted, his glorious new cock at full mast as he reached for those soft nipples and spun them between his strong fingers.

“This is me now?” He asked, his voice deep and rich. He’d have any man he wanted now.

Patrick nodded. “Doesn’t really feel like a Randy anymore, does it?”

Randy shook his head with a sly smile. Reaching down and stroking his dick, he turned to Patrick. “Name’s Rex.” He stepped closer to Patrick, licking his lips. “And I think you might be closing a little early today.” Rex glanced down at his cock, bit his lip and pulled Patrick in for a deep kiss.

Patrick smiled up at his new creation. “I think you’re right,” he said. “But, I might have to take care of something first … Master.”

He kneeled, slid his mouth over Rex’s perfect new cock and began to give Rex the first blow job of his life, but Rex new it wouldn’t be his last. This new life, this new body was going to be everything he’d ever dreamed of.

10.  A woman is pregnant with a large octopus. When it’s bored, the octopus likes to poke a tentacle out and rub the woman’s clit until she comes. This tends to happen at very awkward times.

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She likes to wear skirts a lot. They’re very airy and allow for easy access whenever she needs to relieve herself.

Recently though, they’ve been good for another purpose.

She’s 8 months pregnant with an octopus baby, and it has grown substantially in the last few months. She has no idea how long it’ll stay in her, but if she’s being honest, she doesn’t hate it. She’s actually come to enjoy the constant full feeling of being round and tight.

In a time where ethical integrity had become lax, an experiment was designed. If, taken out of a community and put into a situation with no social cues or expectations, what would happen to humans? Scientists placed two children on an island at the age of four. They had a shelter and had been shown how to perform a series of basic survival and hygiene tasks since they could hold their heads up unaided. Fairly secure in the fact the children could manage themselves, the scientists shipped themselves off to the island, where cameras and microphones of various types recorded their every moves. Able to speak, wash, manoeuvrer, carry, forage and cook, the two seemed to have little issues in the early days of the experiment. Within their shelter was a to do list to keep them on task and remind them on how to keep themselves alive, but once all items were done, the island was their oyster and over the years each child’s personality came to light.

Imagine you are a man in his 30s. You are a part of a spaceship crew of 10 men. Your ship accidentally enters an unknown part of the universe that causes everyone to become pregnant. No one in the crew knows the reason; maybe because of the new universe’s energy, aliens or one of the samples you collected. After receiving the unexpected news, the control center orders the crew to return to Earth immediately. Other space stations also receive order to support your spaceship in case of emergency, specifically going into labor. The return trip takes two years during which your ship only stops by two major stations for health checkup. Fortunately, the babies are healthy and in human form, and the pregnancy happens quite slow. According to the last check up, all members of your crew is in their 7th month of pregnancy. You are the only one pregnant with multiples, triplets to be exact. You enjoy the scene of 10 hugely pregnant men floating around the spaceship. You cannot help touching your belly and hope that this will last forever.

Author’s note: hey y'all. I’m boots and this is my first submission here. Exciting stuff!

The main character, Violet is a trans woman who has no interest in having bottom surgery in real life, but who’s avatar is a cis female. It’s not really touched on in this part, but it will be important later!

When you get home from your dumb job dealing with dumb people who never know what the hell they’re doing, sometimes, all you want is to space. You want to leave the world behind for a bit and just play some video games.

Jess stood there, naked, studying herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her bathroom.

She was gorgeous. Long blonde hair that flowed freely down her back, pale blue eyes, delicate cheeks, full lips, a short and straight nose, and a high forehead. However, it was Jess’s 21 year old body that had all the boys lusting after her.

She had medium skin, perfect and unblemished. A flat belly, kept in tone through many hours at the gym, a slim waist that blossomed out into wide hips that housed a large but tight bubble bum. Underneath that were well-muscled thighs that sat atop long and beautiful legs. Jess was quite tall, about 5’ 10.

Easily, it snakes its way down your throat. Your scream and breath forced back by this massive intruder. Your heart beats rapidly with your chest as you are forced to take inch by inch of this beast. You found yourself clawing at your throat in hope to ease you suffer but it was all in vain. You felt nothing but burning desire to breath. You gagged on air, slime, saliva and the thick pulsing body of the unknown creature.

REQUEST:

Mpreg submissive prostitute boy fucking a stranger on a train and gets pregnant + Could we get some more mpreg tentacle fantasies please?

FILL

You’re on your way home from your most recent customer’s place—well, more like his shabby apartment—and the money stuffed into your back pocket feels heavy as you step onto the subway. It always feels as if everyone knows, everyone is staring, everyone is judging. You’re sure that they all think your pants are too tight, you suspect that your skin is permanently marked with the undeniable scent of sex, and you figure your hair is always that tousled after-sex hair even after you’ve showered, scrubbing your skin raw to erase all traces of your latest customer.  You’re disgusted with yourself, but… it pays well.

On the train, you pick an empty car. It’s late enough at night that there’s basically no one else aboard, so you curl up in a corner, knees pulled up to your chest, and you rest your head against the window, watching your breath fog up the glass as the subway zooms through the dark tunnel.

A man boards at the next stop and, rather than sit somewhere far away, like any normal human being might, he sits right next to you.

Eyeing him suspiciously, you scooch just a bit closer to the window, worried this guy is some creep… Even a prostitute doesn’t like getting felt up on the train.

When you feel a touch on your ankle, you nearly jump, startled as something slithers around, and you look down to see something dark and slimy firmly fixed around your ankle… coming from the stranger’s pant leg. Before you can yell, before you can scream, another one slips out of one of his long sleeves to silence you, wrapping around your throat and pressing itself against your closed lips in the blink of an eye.

“It is my understanding that you do this every night,” says the man as he finally turns to look at you. His eyes are black as night, his skin has just the slightest tint of green, and his teeth are sharp—leaving no doubt in your mind that he is not of this world, that he is dangerous, and that something here is very, verywrong. “Please allow me to conduct my experiment and you will receive monetary compensation.”

You struggle to breathe, your hands tugging at the long appendage around your throat as you try to squirm away, and when you gasp desperately for breath the slimy thing plunges down your throat. You try to yell, but it only comes out as a garbled, strangled sound around him and soon even your arms are held back as you are suddenly lifted in the air by five, no, seven, no… there are least ten of the long, slimy tentacles coming for you now. Around each arm and leg and down your throat and slithering up your clothes, they explore and constrict and leave a slimy trail all over your skin where they touch.

“Relax,” commands the stranger as he discards his coat to allow his tentacles more freedom. They surge forward eagerly to grope and rub and you are helpless to stop them, even too helpless to call for aid. The next stop is in a few minutes, though, so you figure your best chance at being saved is to endure until then. Just a few minutes and someone on the platform would see, you’re sure.

You feel a distinct tug on your clothes and then, with a loud sound, they are torn to shreds in an instant, leaving you bare, covered in swarming tentacles that poke and prod at every inch of you. The one in your throat pushes deeper and you can feel it reaching down your chest, winding as it reaches down to even your stomach, while another suddenly pushes into your already stretched, lubed, and puckered ass, surging into you without mercy, and you can only thank god that it’s slimy enough not to hurt too horribly.

Soon it’s thrusting into you and you can feel the end of its long tentacles meeting, dancing, and wriggling inside of your stomach until you think you might be sick. Two more tentacles latch onto your nipples and you can feel something being injected, making your chest feel hot, full, and overly sensitive in a way you can’t begin to describe.

The next station comes and goes without notice.  You might just be the only ones on the subway at this time of night—and you’re sure that that was exactlywhat this alien creep was aiming for.

His pushes another into your mouth and adds two more tentacles to your ass, stretching you to impossible limits as you squirm and wiggle uselessly in his writhing net. The thrusts only speed up in response, as if he’s trying to get off as quickly as possible—and then, as he throws his head back in a soundless orgasm, you see bumps in the tentacles… coming right toward you.

They push past your lips and nearly choke you as the hard knots are pushed down your throat and still more are shoved up into your ass, one after another, and every hard lump is deposited into your stomach.

It goes on for what feels like an hour. Your body simply twitches, so tired and pained and full that you can barely move as your stomach is stuffed to the very brim with what you can only assume are something like eggs. There must be hundreds; you lost count after about seventy-five. You swear you should have run out of space inside long ago, but more eggs come down the line and your body somehow finds the space to accommodate.

When he’s finally done pushing every last egg inside of you, your belly so stuffed that you wonder if you might explode, he withdraws.  His tentacles pull out of you with a wet sound and you are lowered to the floor far more gently than before.

“What’ve you done to me?!” you demand when the tentacles are gone from your throat as you sit on the cold floor of the rattling subway car, unable to even reach the your bellybutton in front of you for how massive you’ve become in such a short while.

“You’ll soon find out,” he replies with a smile that sends chills down your spine.

Or maybe that’s just the first contraction.

Pain shoots through you and you feel your belly shift, a rush of fluid bursts from your ass, and you throw your head back in agony as the mass of eggs moves south. “Fuck!” you curse as your eyes screw shut in pain, your hands pressing at the top of your large belly, feeling hundreds of hard bumps under your fingers. “Get them out!”

But he makes no move to help or to ease your pain or to explain what’s happening. He only sits in his seat and smiles as eggs that are bigger than you recall them being a moment ago begin to press against your opening.

You spread your legs, unable to believe what’s actually happening to you as you prepare to give birth—a human man giving birth!—and there’s no time to waste. You want these things out of you as quickly as possible and so you grit your teeth and bear down, pushing with all of your might. It’s slow going, but after a few minutes, you get the first egg into position and, finally, it slips free.

One down and about nine hundred and ninety-nine left…

Once the first one is out, the rest are easier, at least, for a while. You can push out five in a minute if you push your hardest. Your chest aches and begins to leak with a white fluid you can’t identify, but you ignore it, focusing on the birth.

Another three hundred or so eggs come out when you realize… you haven’t changed in size all that much. You’ve been birthing for what feels like hours, hundreds of eggs piled between your legs, and yet your stomach feels and looks no smaller. On top of that, the births seem to be getting more difficult. Maybe it’s just because you’re tired, but each egg feels just a bit bigger than the last.

Sensing your distress, the alien notes with pride, “My brood can grow quite quickly, you know. If you don’t birth them all fast enough, they’ll hatch—inside you.”

Panic rising immediately in response, you gather all of your strength and push like your life depends on it.  For all you know, it just might! You grasp onto a metal handrail and cry out, screaming as you force out as many eggs as you can, desperate to get them all out even if you ruin your body in the process. If your ass is never tight again, that’d be better than giving birth to anything larger than those eggs already are.

Despite your best efforts, however, a handful of now-enormous eggs remain when the time you feel a distinct shift, like a crack, and you feel movement where there was none before.

They’re hatching.

You push and cry out as you force the next egg through, but the ones behind, the few remaining, have all begun to crack. Little tentacles wiggle around inside of you, the brood growing in size with every passing moment, and the next time you feel pressure at your opening, it’s a head.

The first three slip out of you after a good deal of pushing—thankfully, they’re a bit smaller than the eggs they’d hatched from for now—but the last two are stuck, the first at the shoulders and the second still high up in your stomach.

Without the mass of before, you can now reach between your legs and so you firmly seize the child and pull it safely out as quickly as you can, letting it rest on the floor beside its siblings, but the last proves to be another problem. It’s not even in position, as if it doesn’t wish to be born. It stays stubbornly in your stomach and you look about ten months pregnant still as it suddenly kicks and you can feel its little tentacles pushing out at you from the inside, looking for an escape, but no matter how you bear down and grunt and push, it doesn’t move even an inch.

“Here. Let me,” says the alien as his tentacles extend and roughly enter you again, making you scream as they push all the way into your belly and wrap around your child. Without even giving a warning, he tugs, pulling it out of you, ready or not, and you’re left to only scream, your voice quickly growing hoarse as your child is violently ripped from your body.

It joins its siblings like the others, but they soon simply disappear, sparkling for a moment before, you assume, they’re sent back to a some spaceship via transmatter teleportation like you’ve seen in Star Trek, and you’re left to tremble, shaking in fear and exhaustion and pain in your empty subway car at five in the morning, your body so ruined that you can barely move.

And then… you feel them again.