monster anon

I had trained for months to be selected for this team. I was at the peak of my physical condition: washboard abs, ripped, hairless, and ready to lift. My girlfriend bloody loved it. I was going to make my fucking family proud. The first weightlifting competition is in a weeks time. Just a week! I can’t really believe it.

Today is the first day of our team bonding retreat, where we go to a undisclosed location to live and train before the first meet. We learn the specificity of what may be wrong with our technique, and how to best be part of the team.

It was 9am in the morning when we arrived on site. The whole way there I had to sit next to Riley, who was a stupid fucking fuck boy two years my younger. He was selected from the same area from me, so out of everyone here, we know each other the best. On the bus ride over I had the pleasure of listening to each and every sexual conquest of his from the past six months. It was fucking shocking the way that guy treated women. The last one he told me about was his “tight girlfriend” who he persuaded to let him try double fisting her. After doing so repeatedly he dumped her because “fucking her was like throwing a hotdog into a hallway”.

Bar was all but impossible now. Every twenty seconds or so he had to bend down to pull a gallon of milk or a canister of whipped cream from the fridge and then put it back again, and he couldn’t afford to do it slowly, the way you should six months into any pregnancy, let alone six months with quintuplets. He winced in pain with every too-fast lurch and every twinge of his back before launching his considerable girth across the bar for a steaming pitcher and then in the other direction for the next paper cup. His breath came in shallow gasps and he felt uncomfortably hot.

“Andy, pick up the pace!” His manager snapped from the register, where he was adding three more cups to the growing queue, facing a line of twenty or thirty tourists who hadn’t even ordered yet.

“You got it, boss,” Andy tried to say, but managed only a kind of wheeze. He had a steaming pitcher in one hand, pouring milk into the cup in the other as he waddled as fast as he could to the hand-off bar. He didn’t attempt to call out the customer’s name as he put the finished drink down and flew back to the line of cups. His apron hadn’t fit in months, and now his XXL shirt was riding up over his navel, exposing half of his tight, marbled belly. He didn’t have the time to keep pulling it down, and anyway the cooler air was the only thing keeping him from overheating completely. Still, it was mortifying, and he’d caught several customers already staring at his livid stretchmarks and popping veins with everything from repugnance to shock.

He didn’t notice the regular customer sitting at a table almost directly across the lobby from the bar, at the perfect angle to casually watch the gravid barista without drawing attention to himself.

His balls are

His balls are so full.

They ache with fullness. The soft skin stretched and corded with veins and markings like the womb it’s pretending to be. Work is impossible. He can’t go out, not like this. He can’t even sit anymore, let alone drive. His ball sack feels heavy between his legs like an udder on a cow. So full and heavy, his legs are kept constantly apart, and he tries to ease the weight with his arms and gentle rubs, but gravity is stronger. The skin tugs with a pleasurable pain, and it only amplifies all his feelings. His balls started out smaller at first before they grew and kept growing. The pressure is the hardest part. His cock twitches and throbs above the massive mound that used to be his testicles. A steady stream of cum drips down the shaft. It only takes a few loving rubs of his swollen ball sack and a few touches on the head of his cock before the man is spraying sperm across his belly, the bed, and his heavy, so heavy balls.

The bed becomes his sanctuary in the few days his balls swell, but they aren’t slowing down.

Ever since that creature came, this was the reality now, and god only knows when it will end. They keep growing. They don’t stop getting bigger and bigger.

Eggs.

The creature laid eggs inside of him. It fucked him and filled him with it’d spawn, and the oddest thing is---it’s the man’s fault.

(hopefully not too dark for you 😖)

Ooh, this one is getting me going~

The new addition to the cavern can’t see, but he can hear moans, whining, begging from the darkness, and a shiver goes down his spine. The tentacles ensnaring him pin him to the stone wall, quickly ripping his clothes to shreds as he tries fruitlessly to struggle. The beast snakes countless tentacles around and over his arms and legs, trapping him against the wall, leaving only his torso and head exposed.

No warning, no lead up, no mercy, it immediately forces a slicked-up tentacle into his cunt, stretching him as wide as he can go. His voice cracks when he screams, unintentional tears rolling down his face as he keeps writhing in place, but it’s no use - the tentacles cocooning his limbs are too strong for him to even think about escaping. Still, he squirms, instinctually trying to resist the invasion even as the monster pounds into him over and over again.

By the time the poor thing is a shivering, sobbing wreck, he’s just hoping that this creature will give him a break, even just the tiniest bit of rest after its vicious assault. No such luck - and, in fact, the tapered end of the tentacle traces a delicate circle around his cervix before plunging inside, making him arch his back against the wall, another scream torn from a ragged throat. It starts fucking his womb open, thoroughly violating his deepest parts, but it’s...starting to feel good, somewhere, buried in the back of his skull. He tries to convince himself that it’s only a coping mechanism, that he doesn’t really like it no matter what crops up in his head, but he can’t tell - he just wants it to stop.

When the tentacle finally pulls out of him, he’s drenched in sweat and shaking, barely able to think. The gape of his ruined pussy is uncomfortable, unfamiliar, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He tries to shift in his bonds, but to his horror, the tentacles restraining him are no longer malleable and muscular - it’s like they’ve become a part of the stone wall,  completely and utterly solid.

His last hope for escape drains away just in time for another tentacle to come along and probe his gaping hole, as though gauging whether the other tentacle prepped him right. After deciding that he’s suited for its purposes, it slides in with no resistance. This one is a little thinner than the first, but that doesn’t make it any easier to withstand the sensation of it coiling up inside of his womb, quickly pushing him over his capacity and stretching his skin right. He squirms weakly, but exhaustion and the permanence of his bonds prevent him from moving.

The last of the stray limb retreats into him, adjusting to make itself comfortable. The new breeding stock can’t even resist anymore, his eyes rolled back into his head, moaning miserably as he just waits for the tentacle inside of him to do something.

He gasps at the sudden and uncomfortable presence of new squirming bodies inside of him, smaller than the first - and he realizes that it’s reproducing, taking advantage of the warm safety of his womb to use him as an incubator. The tentacle spews more clumps of tangled limbs, and they all explore their new environment with vigor, jostling him from the inside. He can hardly stand it, whimpering pathetically as he struggles to acclimate, but the beast doesn’t let up.

When it finally does, his stretched belly hangs off of him, heavy with fresh spawn. The only thing keeping him up is his position, embedded in the rock - but he blearily wonders if it ever really was rock. Maybe the entire cave is just this tentacled monster’s body, all-encompassing, inescapable. Permanent.

He’s left like that for a while. He can’t keep track of the time, with no daylight in the cave, but it stops mattering as he slowly gets used to his new reality. The things inside of him don’t reproduce anymore, but they grow, wriggling about in random bursts of activity that make him groan, his belly swaying as it rounds out further by the day.

When he’s nearly at his limit, close to bursting because of how full he is, something twitches in his lower belly. Once, twice, a sudden jerk of movement - and then a tentacle slides out of his cervix, probing its way into his cunt. It slithers out of him with a wet noise, pushing uncomfortably against his walls as it passes. More and more start pouring out of him in waves, a slimy, disgusting waterfall that brings an uncomfortable amount of pleasure with it. His midsection shrinks as the new beasts vacate his body - but eventually there’s just one, the original that took up residence inside of him. For a split second, he thinks he might get some rest.

That notion is promptly banished when something new squirms inside of him.

The process repeats over and over, draining a little bit more of his resistance every single time. The cries of pleasure and pleas for more from every side certainly don’t help, and he considers giving in many times - but he still feels too violated, too disgusted.

It doesn’t stay that way forever.

Upon a fresh round of births, one day long after he was first taken, he gives up just a little, letting the smallest bit of pleasure past his defenses. His soft whines and cries are ashamed, but relieved - and they get interrupted by a soft tentacle caressing his face. He flinches back, but it doesn’t try to hurt him, just strokes his cheek gently. Confused, he just waits for it to do something to him.

It doesn’t. Instead, two new tentacles trace the lines of his outer ear before slipping into his ear canals, thin enough that he can still hear just fine. He thrashes his head back and forth, trying to shake them off, but it’s no use, and they just crawl deeper and deeper, past where his eardrums should have stopped them, exploring unknown canals that lead deeper into his skull. The entire time, he can still hear everything going on, but that isn’t the worrying part - the true horror lays elsewhere.

His own thoughts become warped, his internal voice stuttering and tripping as his very mind is prodded and poked. As the tentacles play with his brain, he gets wetter and wetter, dripping, his bare pussy making his desires clear as his grey matter is pushed around in just the right ways, manipulating his desires, his autonomy, the very thoughts he’s capable of having. All shame vanishes and, before he knows it, the toy is moaning more obscenely than he thought possible, begging.

Matt had been hired at the business company 9 months ago, and finally after constantly sucking up to his boss, he had been invited to his first conference meeting. It was only going to be a 3 hour meeting but all the higher ups in the company were going to be there. There was only one problem- Matt was 9 months pregnant- with triplets After Matt had received the call, letting him know that he had gotten the job, he went out to celebrate with some friends. Having had a few drinks too many he seemed to catch the eye of the hot bartender and one thing leading to another had Matt spending all night and the subsequent morning getting railed to high heaven. He reached a new record with amount of orgasms in one period that night. He had woken up this morning, excited for his first business meeting and with ideas on impressing his superiors when those thoughts were dashed as he sat up. Moaning, he realized how hard he was, not to mention soaking wet. It seemed that during the night all three of his babies had repositioned themselves over that spot inside of him, and Matt now had over 30 lbs of his babies pushing right against his prostate.

Sabrina giggled and nodded. And giggled and nodded. And giggled and nodded some more. She’d forgotten exactly what she was agreeing with by this point; deep, repeated fractionation had eroded her considerable intellect to the point where her attention span could be measured in picoseconds and her memory was a soupy fog of warm, sleepy bliss. But she knew that it felt good to bob her head up and down in sleepy compliance while she groped and squeezed her oversized tits, and she knew that feeling good and floating in trance made laughter bubble up out of the back of her brain like a pleasant drug. That was all that was important right now.

Her Master kept talking to her, his piercing stare capturing her glassy, unfocused gaze while she pinched her nipples and giggled and nodded again. They’d fallen into a rhythm sitting by the pool; he would say something, the memory of it would evaporate by the time her head had finished bobbing up and down, and she would titter uncontrollably at her own vapid, blissful stupidity. Then Master would click a little button, and the sound would send her deeper into peace and pleasure until she heard his voice again. There were numbers on the little clicker, but Sabrina was long past the point of knowing what numbers meant. Her smart-girl glasses were there at this point purely as a decoration; she couldn’t even count her own tits, let alone the massive sum of pleasure-inducing clicks she’d received during her latest training sessions.

The click took on a metronomic regularity as Sabrina nodded and giggled along with its steady pace; sometimes, Master didn’t even speak between rewards, simply allowing her to agree with the concept of agreement while the buzzing toy between her legs reinforced the reward sensation she’d been conditioned to experience every time she heard that little sound. Sabrina understood that she was being brainwashed to enjoy compliance–well, she understood when she wasn’t a drooling, vacant slut with a bright beaming smile and the intelligence of a goldfish–and even though she had cheerfully, eagerly consented to the act, she was sometimes astonished by how well it worked. Master had removed the word ‘resistance’ from her vocabulary in all its forms, simply as a demonstration of his power over her, and a nerdy conversation about the new Star Wars trilogy had gone sideways when she’d stumbled repeatedly over the new Rebellion’s name.

She pinched her nipples harder as she came, her eyes glazing over even deeper at the burst of overwhelming pleasure that melted everything into a blank, blissful fog of euphoria. Sabrina always had permission to cum when she was being Master’s dumb little girl; it was simply one more way that her subconscious mind was being trained to associate pleasure with his inescapable control. Her orgasm supply was tightly restricted under all other circumstances, enforced by a post-hypnotic suggestion that made her literally too dumb to figure out how to masturbate herself to climax, and Sabrina discovered after only a few weeks that she craved Master’s domination the way a plant craved sunlight. It was everything she’d ever wanted in a D/s relationship, and she loved those long, lazy sessions of total domination to his will.

It all made her so gloriously happy. And being happy made Sabrina blank and amiable and oh, so very giggly. She nodded and giggled and nodded again as another orgasm took her still deeper into Master’s delightful power over her.

You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.

But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.

It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?

or maybe yours are different, maybe they hatch inside and now i have all these squirmy little creatures pressing up from inside my tits, milk leaking out of my fucked nipples while they grow, every little movement making me moan like the brainless whore i am, and when it's finally time these little monsters wiggle their way out of my holes, i can barely get out a moan without a tentacled baby pulling itself out of my throat, my face is covered in spit and slime, my dripping tits gaping open as little tentacles worm their way out, my pussy and ass completely ruined, just completely filthy everywhere as all of your young pull themselves out of me...

I’d love to make him so big that he can’t see past his stomach. I’d spend some time just caressing his massive stomach all over, watching his face turn pink. trying to keep moans in, unable to stop sighing them out at the feel of his stomach stroking against his thighs. I’d guide his hands to his stomach, watching him marvel at his size and squirm at the feeling of his gravid stomach hanging from him.

Then I’d grind against him while he moans at the feel of being so full, and I’d slide my dick up and down against his wet hole, watching him perch his ass back, desperate to be made bigger, shivering at the feeling of the floor grazing against his stomach. I’d push myself into him and fuck him hard from behind, all while rubbing his huge, tight belly. I’d stuff him full of more eggs, watching him practically drool underneath me at the feel of being so full. His belly would be held up slightly by the floor, expanding from the size of 9 months with one baby to overdue with quadtuplets.

Then, I’d throw him onto the bed on his back, practically winding him with the sheer size of his stomach on top of him. I’d kiss and lick down his neck, shoulders, giving him lovebites on the way, going down to his puffed up, hypersensitive nipples. I’d flick my tongue over a nipple, making him shudder before sucking it and lightly biting it before doing the same to the other one, and using a hand to tease the one I’d just sucked. I’d love feeling him squirm from side to side, moving his massive belly back and forth sensually. Then, I’d trace my tongue down his pregnant stomach, his skin smooth and straining, and hearing him moan as his belly shifted. I’d trace my tongue around his belly button, feeling his stomach tremble along with the rest of his body. I’d worship his huge belly, seeing what made him pant and moan the most, feeling him getting unbearably wet against my fingers, begging me to fuck more eggs into him.

The eggs would start to hatch inside of him, straining his stomach forward even more, making him shout out in ecstasy and hold either side of his gravitous belly, stroking it to soothe the movement of my offspring. I’d lift his legs over my shoulders and tongue fuck his wet hole slowly as he screamed at the sheer amount of sensations happening to his body - his round, fertile stomach and his hole shaking and clenching in succession, his hips lifting off the bed with need. I’d want to make his massive belly bead with sweat, rising and falling in time with his pants, my offspring squirming within him and eventually settling into a huge orb hanging from his midsection.

I’m on my knees, hands fuzzy-handcuffed behind my back, in a skimpy corset nose-deep in cunt, gulping her juices, whining as I can feel my stomach churning with the endless cum her fat pussy is pumping directly down my throat. When I feel the corset beginning to strain she picks me up, sits me in her lap with my back to her chest, so we’re both facing the bedroom mirror. She hefts her huge tits over my shoulders and makes me chug her milk until the corset bursts and my fattened-up gut sloshes out onto my lap.

I ride her face, my belly bouncing and gurgling, now taking the chance to force my own cum down her throat. She clings to my thighs desperately and I drool as I watch her stomach plump up too.

We suck each other’s tits, moaning and groping at each other’s stomachs. Cum and milk is all over the room and slicked over our bodies, our clits are huge and swollen and still ready to fuck.

She spreads my sloppy pussy with both hands and shoves her tits into me doggy-style. She aggressively titfucks me for what feels like hours, jostling me all over the place. Over the sound of my sloshing gut I can hear her dirty talking, promising me she’s going to turn my fat ass into a bloated tank of cum and milk like the nasty fuckslut I am.

I beg her for it, for her to make me a big pile of cum and milk, and I don’t even question it when her milk begins to pour all the way through me and come out my mouth in gushes. My gut hits the bed, lifts me up off my hands and knees by a few inches.

She stuffs her snout up my cunt and begins to gulp her milk and my cum back down.

You pulled her from the water in the dead of night. You both had been waiting for almost a month for this moment. Every full moon she searched for a partner, and every full moon you found her on the coastline a d helped reel her in, her rarely used legs wobbly in the sand as you led her to your beach house. You knew there were others before you.m, and after you had gone there would be countless others, but for now, in these passionate moments, you were hers and she was yours.

Tonight you led her inside, at the mercy of her fiery gaze. It was simple. She met you near the shore and you helped her inside. She would shower, eat, and maybe share a few drinks with you. Then when it got close to midnight she would become softer, her breasts would swell and her hips would widen. Nothing an untrained eye would notice, nothing someone who wasn’t under her spell would shrug off as a trick of the light, but you always noticed.

The sun peeks through the curtains of the apartment and brings a radiance to her copper skin that is simply marvelous. Jessica slumbers deeply but peacefully, though every few breaths catches, causing her to snort and Geoff to smile like a buffoon. There’re these brief moments every Saturday that he gets to simply enjoy her beauty and feel absolutely euphoric that he’s in love with her and she with him. But staring at her like this can also lead to trouble, and Geoff can already feel it throbbing in his crotch.

He quickly and quietly gets up from the bed and dashes over to the dresser. In the top drawer, he fumbles through the socks until he finds a condom and rips it open from the packaging. Excitement wells as he scoops a finger under his waistband and drops his underwear to the floor. Just staring at Jessica and thinking about the curve of her body has made Geoff as ready as he needs to be and he has little trouble applying the prophylactic. He leans down, sliding between the sheets until his body presses up against hers.

The movement hardly registers with her though she does subconsciously push her self into the snuggle, her incredible ass pressing up into Geoff's crotch. He starts out innocently enough, simply spooning her, running his hands over her outrageous hips, enjoying the lovely curve of her waist. But then, his intentions turn to the more devious and he says a quiet word of gratitude that Jessica likes to sleep in nothing but a camisole and panties. He hooks the waistband and slides the underwear down her thighs before he carefully teases his head at her lips.

Making a mess of his thighs with his own slick, letting your tip catch on his hole with every other pass over it. Watch his face when you finally push in. Listen to how his breath picks up as you just keep going, pushing deeper, splitting him open further and further.

Rest there for a moment, balls deep in a pretty trans boy. Jerk his cock nice and slow, speed up till he’s starting to gush around you. Give it a swat and feel how he bares down, milking your cock without even trying.

Put him in a mating press, put all of your weight over him as you fuck him. Shove your fingers down his throat to shut him up, so he can hear the lewd sounds his cunt is making.

the first time he does it, you’re busy. you shove a toy into that hungry hole, and even though he complains, he humps it against your leg until he makes a mess of himself.

the second time, you’re tired. you let him ride you as you’re falling asleep, trapping your cock deep in his soft warmth.

the third, youre busy again- but the scent has bean wearing on you. such a cute little puppy in heat, right in your house, desperate for you... it presses all your deepest buttons until everything inside of you is screaming to fuck him senseless.

295.6: A character is stranded alone in the wilderness and due to circumstances (magic, radiation, ancient curse, etc.) they grow an ovipositor that begins to continually lay eggs. The character’s helpless to stop the eggs from coming out but it feels so good that after a while, they don’t really mind.

Lately I’ve been super into ovipositors, so this was right up my kink alley :) Hope you enjoy, and you can refer to me as Siveen! ♥

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The jungle was vast, full of lush deep green leaves. The sound of twigs and foliage crackled underneath my boots, and the fresh air filled my lungs with the wonderful scent of the wild. It hadn’t taken long for me to get lost, despite the warnings. I had visited a village with strong beliefs of magic and ancient wisdom, studying for a report. They had told me not to wander too far, otherwise I’d succumb to the forest’s wish.

I didn’t listen, not at all. But I wasn’t dumb, I still had my gear in case this happened. A machete at my side, a large bottle of water, flint, and some protein bars in case hunting went wrong. And once it got dark, maybe a flare. I’d need a wide, open area for that, though.

I trekked on, humming a soft song to myself. While my classmates had been intimidated by the jungle, something about the sway of the trees and the overall aura here was… comforting. I felt welcome. So much so, that when I did happen to come across a clearing, the flare was the furthest thing from my mind.

Brilliant and beautiful flowers and plants sprouted from the ground at the base of a large tree, painting it in any and every color I could have dreamt of. I lost myself for a moment, walking closer to trail a hand across their petals. Beautiful.

There was a flower bud right at eye level with me, and I leaned in for a closer look. Upon inspection, it was going to be my favorite color! I had never seen a flower of this type before, and I certainly didn’t know they came in this shade… And even more surprising, was the puff of bright pollen it spat at me as it bloomed.