NotYourAverageOtaku

Monster porn is common enough—one of those videos is bound to end with an egg or twenty getting pumped into some magical girl’s distended stomach. One tag rabbit-hole later and he could be watching insects on girls without so much as feeling disgusted with himself.

He’d probably enjoy the agony more than anything, might even feel a bit cheated not being able to see how the girl reacts when the creature’s spawn start to hatch inside of her. The x-ray view is always a welcome touch (he’s probably seen viscera more times than he’s seen living human beings) so he’d anticipate seeing some barbed cock or prehensile tentacle loading and unloading semen and eggs from their unnatural shafts and into that cute little hole that leads right into a woman’s womb.

Unrealistic? Sure. Does he care? Not really.

But with mutants populating the planet who’s to say it’s not possible for someone to deposit a clutch of eggs inside someone else? Shigaraki might take pause at real porn, find it too personal despite it being grossly impersonal, but he’d answer the call to watch something he’s never seen before if it’ll satisfy his curiosity and potentially get him off.

He might just stick to the animated stuff after watching how long it takes for roachmen and spidergirls to push out a dozen little pearls into their incubator. He’s used to instant gratification and rendered wombs, not a sideview of some hybrids cock bubbling up with eggs every ten minutes.

He’d probably favor the reactions though. Forced videos aren’t full of screaming like the animated ones are, just little pleas to be let go and confused crying when the eggs start sticking to the walls of their cunt. The reactions from paid actors when they’re desperately trying to hide their disgust by moaning through the discomfort will always put a smile on his face, but studio-made videos rarely show the money shot when the guy is clearly wearing a condom.

Realistic? Sure. Does it get him off? Eh, probably.

If by some magic he woke up with an ovipositor for a dick, he’d force his eggs into some poor unsuspecting twat or ass and revel in the kind of long lasting power that fertilization brings. He’d keep them around if only to see the fruits of their labor, so to speak. He wouldn’t plan on keeping any of the little miscreants but it’d be nice to see how fast they crawl up your stomach take to your milking teats.