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dom pushing their sub further down onto the dildo until the sub cries and whines for it to be over. it's not even a punishment, it's just entertainment.

And then being told to shut up. To stop crying. Stop closing your eyes and look at me. And it hits you that that there’s really nothing you can do. Nothing that will stop them, nothing you can offer or appeal to that will change their mind. You can’t get away, can’t pretend you’re somewhere else, can’t even express with your words or your tears how terrible this violation is.

He looks at you as he puts on a pair of gloves and draws a small metal device from his pocket. He pushes a button and a loud noise fills the room, making you wince. He perfunctorily lubes up his fingers and parts your lips.

“This might be cold, young man.” He smiles. The probe slips inside you and a screen appears, it shows an image of your stomach. The Doctor scrolls through a few menus and turns the monitor towards you. He begins to move the probe around inside you, pushing up against your cervix. He hums as you see some forms appear on the screen

“That’s it, that’s it.” He whispers to himself. As he moves the probe around, you begin to feel woozy. “What are those?” You ask.

“Well, they go by many names.” The Doctor says. “Essentially, they are eggs.”

Your eyes widen as you see some egg-forms begin to appear on the screen.

“They are very common in new patients, unfortunately they grow into something much worse. We will need to induce labour so that you can push them out.” He says.

The air rushes out of you as the blood drains from your face in fear.

“Now now, it’s best to get this out of you quickly so you won’t feel too much pain.”

He turns the monitor so that you can see for yourself, then pauses to observe you for a moment, before saying, “I… have a proposition for you. Do you know what a camboy is?”

You are terrified and ashamed. “Yes,” you answer.

“Good.” He smiles wickedly. “I am willing to pay you handsomely if you let me record you birthing these eggs and live-stream it on the internet. Stunned into silence, you look away as the Doctor begins to prepare for the birth.

“How much money will you give me?”

“I have tens of thousands of loyal followers. You’ll earn more than enough.”

“I’ll do it”

The Doctor smiles and walks over to his desk. “Excellent. Let’s begin.” He sets up two video-streaming cameras. One is between your open legs and the other focuses on your face. The room begins to whir as he films you. Without warning, the doctor reaches between your legs and fondles you, fingering you to stretching you open.

“We can’t open you up too much. My viewers love watching you struggle to push the eggs out.”

You look down and feel another pain begin to form.

“Ah! There we go. The first egg is on its way.”

He rubs your stomach and you feel pressure on your cervix. The room begins to spin as you feel the worst pain of your life begin.

“Try to push.”

You strain as hard as you can, and feel the egg slowly descend into your birth canal. The feeling of your cervix opening to accommodate the egg is indescribable.

“Yes! That’s perfect. Now turn your head and look into the camera.”

You face the camera just as a contraction hits, and the doctor zooms in on your red, wailing face.

“Good job. Now feel this,” the doctor says as he presses a small vibrator firmly against your swollen clit. The vibrations cause you to clench and the egg rises back into your womb as your cervix closes again. You scream in frustration as it buzzes harshly on your clit.

“Now I want you to push.”

You push again. The egg drops, and you feel it heavy between your hips. The combined pressure against your g-spot and the stimulation on you clit makes you squirt violently.

“Perfect.” The doctor says.

You pant and pant as the egg slowly descends back into your womb. You’re confused; didn’t you just push that one down? But you look between your legs and see the doctor holding his probe. He’s inserted it back into you, pressing it against your cervix to push the egg back into your womb. You scream as the pain of your womb stretching around the egg shoots through you. You push again. Your battered cervix has stretched now, and you manage to drop the egg in one push. Now you must prepare yourself for the burning stretch of birthing the egg. You breathe deeply and try not to scream as the doctor massages your labia.

“Look into the camera and push for me,” he tells you.

You begin to push, feeling the egg part your folds and pull them taut as your pussy bulges.

“Yes!” he shouts. “That’s it. Would you look at the size of that!”

You scream as you feel the egg push through your pussy. The camera picks up a wet squelch and the egg plops onto the table under you in a pile of goo.

“Perfect,” he smiles. Before your gaping pussy can clench again, he hooks his thumbs into you and spreads your hole for the camera.

“Look at that perfect gape, everyone! His hole is completely ruined. Oh, and look at that! We can see the next egg beginning to penetrate the cervix.” The doctor says to the camera.

You scream as you feel the next egg being pushed through your cervix. The doctor reaches in with a gloved hand to nudge it back into your womb, causing you to cry out.

“That’s a good boy. Just relax and this will all be over soon. Make sure you keep looking into the camera, sweetie.”

You scream as you feel another contraction begin to crest - the doctor takes this as an opportunity to adjust the camera with a slime-covered hand and zoom in on your abused hole. "Much like a dog, the pelvic muscles spasm when the body makes loud noises. Watch his pussy try to clench when he screams. Poor thing, he doesn’t realise he’s gonna gape for weeks.”

You wince as you feel your pussy throb with each pain reflex, preparing you for another wave of eggs to be pushed through. The next egg drops and you pant as you try to birth it. This time, the doctor massages your labia the whole time. Making you involuntarily clench and lose your progress. Eventually, when you’ve stretched your pussy enough to let the egg out, the doctor massages your hole through a painful, over sensitised orgasm. You scream.

“That’s a good boy. That’s it. Relax for the camera or this take much, much longer.”

You scream as the egg is forced out in one final, brutal push. The pain from its exit sends aftershocks of your orgasm through your pussy, and it’s too much for your tiny, weak body to handle. Your pelvic muscles spasm, and you piss onto the table in a weak stream.

“Aw, poor boy,” the doctor chuckles, smiling into the camera. He turns to you and says, “my viewers are getting bored of this position. It’s time we re-adjusted you.”

He shows you his gloved hand and, before you can scream or ask questions, he slides it into your abused hole.

“The next egg is still firmly lodged in your womb, so we will have plenty of time before you need to push again. Now, get on your hands and knees for me.”

You shake your head wildly. “No! No! I don’t want to do that! Please! I’m not a fucking dog!”

The doctor laughs at you. “If you don’t do it, I’m not gonna pay you. So move.”

You are forced onto all fours and you scream as you feel gravity somehow pushes the eggs deeper into you. The position makes it much harder to birth the eggs and puts immense pressure on your g-spot and bladder. Even though you just pissed, a little bit more dribbles out of you pathetically and puddles on the table. You can hear the doctor talking about your dripping red pussy to the camera.

“He’s really turned pink. Look at that perfect hairless hole, just begging to be filled. His pussy is sopping, just like his tight little ass…”

He reaches over and pushes your head down. You really do feel like a dog now, with your ass in the air.

“Good boy. Now, we just need to get the rest of these eggs out, and I’ll be paying you. But first…”

You feel the slick tip of his cock prod at your asshole. Without stretching but with plenty of lube, the doctor forces his way into your tiny, tight ass. He pushes in slowly but without falter, grabbing your waist to force you onto his cock as he thrusts. You gasp as he buries you to the hilt in one strong push. The tears are streaming down your face now as you sob. A contraction hits, and you’re forced to bear down on his massive dick. He bends over you to groan praises into your ear and look into the camera focused on your face.

"Such a good boy. I’m gonna wreck your ass, baby.”

Your body is shaking as the doctor starts to fuck you in earnest. The medic’s office is filled with your sobs and whimpers, the doctor’s guttural groans and sighs of pleasure, and the wet squelch of your tight ass.

“God, so hot and tight.” he moans, reaching down to rub your distended belly and force a contraction, “love it when you squeeze my dick like that. Good boy. Ah… Get ready, sweetie…” he grunts.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him throb inside you, filling you with his warm seed. He pauses for a moment to ride his orgasm, then begins to brutally fuck his cum into your ass. You hear the wet, meaty slap of his sweaty balls hitting your gaped pussy. He simply keeps pushing into you as he empties every last drop into your broken body. His fingers dig into your flesh as he holds you in place, and his breath is hot on your ear.

“Good boy. That’s my good boy.” He pants. The contact from his balls against your over sensitive clit forces you into another intense orgasm. In this position, you can feel your cervix attempting to clench closed but be blocked by a large egg. You’re so overwhelmed by the sensations that you don’t notice the doctor pulling out to just rest his tip in you, and then release his bladder. The pressure increases drastically as he fills you with copious amounts of his hot piss. He pulls out and you leak a bit of his piss. The rest of it is flooding down your bowels and sitting heavily behind your stuffed womb. Your eyes roll back into your head again at the pressure. Another contraction hits you hard, and the doctor rushes to adjust the camera so it shows your quivering hole.

“He’s got a few eggs left, but this position with make it significantly harder to push.”

He buries his cock back into you, and just like last time, releases a massive thick squirt right into your ass, just to watch his piss dribble over your poor, abused pussy. The feeling of his piss trickling over your clit makes you quiver. You’re getting dizzy from the pain, and the doctor’s wet cock still filling your ass from behind, but you can feel yourself getting close. He urges you to push around his cock. The pain is nearly intolerable, but you feel an egg squeeze past your cervix and into your birth canal. You whine, a long, low, and very intense sound.

“Good boy. Ruin that cunt for me,” he bends over you to leer into the camera, "now push, hard”.

You scream through a hard push, and just as you feel the egg moving, he rips his dick out of your ass. Without his cock taking up valuable room, the egg rushes out of your hole. You scream at the speed of its delivery, and the pain makes your womb clench. The muscle spasm forces two more eggs out of you, and they land on the table in a puddle of your juices with a wet slap. You pant and whimper through the pain of the brutal stretch, too focused on regaining your sanity to notice the doctor check his monitor and fiddle with the probe. You push once more, feeling both eggs slip out, but you’re unable to get the rest out.

“Well, my viewers are bored. We need to change position again.” He organises you into a low, deep squat. The position immediately opens your hips and gravity lets an egg fluidly drop right out of you. You barely even needed to push.

“Hm, that won’t do.”

The doctor parts your lips and inserts the probe. Without warning, he electrocutes your cervix. The pain seizes you and you lose your balance. The doctor forces you to hold your position with a hand on your shoulder.

"See, everyone, by administering electricity directly to the cervix, the muscle is forced to contract.”

He repeats the process on your hole. Immediately, your gape is gone. You look like a virgin again.

“Now we’ll get all that nice struggling, just like at the beginning.”

With gravity pulling the heavy eggs down, the pressure on your cervix and your contractions intensify. But, all your previous labouring has caused near complete muscle failure and your holes are tighter than ever. Even worse, the eggs just sit there. You begin to cry silently - you don’t even have the energy to scream anymore.

“Oh, my poor boy. Let me help you,” says the doctor. He begins to rub and push at your stomach, forcing the eggs down and through your cervix. You throw your head back and wail. Somehow the stretch is even worse than before.

"You’ve taken too long, sweetie. The eggs have grown. You’ll need to work harder to get them out, and even though this is the best position for birth you’ll still need to push hard.”

You cry and push, but the eggs are fixed in your hole. You cry and push some more, but the eggs just won’t budge. The pain is unbearable. You scream through another weak push just as the doctor presses down on your stomach, and your cervix finally lets the egg through. Now, the egg has to fit through your tight pussy. You feel it’s weight splitting you painfully slowly. You’re too weak to push so you let it slowly break you open. Eventually your pussy is stretched thin around the widest part of the egg.

“Ah, the ring of fire. I bet you understand why they call it that now,” says the doctor as he reaches out to touch the red skin of your abused pussy. The egg slides slowly out of you as you whimper pathetically.

“Excellent. Just one more to go,” he says. Luckily, you’ve stretched back open now, so the final egg gets pushed out without issue. Just as you’re about to birth it completely, the doctor pushes you onto your back and nudges the egg back into your pussy.

“Push it out again.”

You muster up the energy to push for the final time, but when only the tip of the egg is left in you, the doctors hand blocks its path and he pushes it back in.

“Push again.”

“I… I can’t,” you pant and plead.

“Push it out again or I’m forcing it back into your womb.”

i can't decide how I want this story to end so i'll leave it up to your creative discretion ;)

In a situation like that, with his cervix stretched open and his cunt tortured by the spines of that plant, it's no wonder he can only scream and cry. That strange flared head flowering open inside of his womb makes things worse, of course, especially with the way it can anchor itself inside - there's no way he's getting away from this plant anytime soon, nor is there any way he's getting it out of his abused cunt. All he can do is shiver and sob in his bonds as the plant adjusts itself slightly, ensuring that it's seated nice and deep, opening up his womb for its next moves.

A lump, round and smooth, slides from the main body of the plant and down the vine inside of the cuntboy, almost as large as a fist. He whimpers as it presses against his cunt, then yelps when it pops inside; his breathing speeds up when the lump reaches his cervix. He knows what it is now. It's a seedpod, and the plant is using him to assist in the germination process, no matter how brutal it has to be. It presses into his already-weak cervix with more and more force, the pain escalating alongside it until it messily pops inside with a gush of sap. He can feel the hard-shelled thing settle into his womb as another seedpod rolls down the vine, treating him just as harshly as the first, and his womb is already uncomfortably full by the time a third seed joins the first two.

The plant doesn't stop, pumping him full of round, hard-shelled seedpods that scrape together inside of him. The pressure of the seeds makes the pain of the spines worse, of course, and he just sobs as his belly swells, stretching tight over the unclear lumps beneath his skin. There must be at least two dozen inside of him by the time the plant's activity slows to a halt, and he's left breathing shakily, limp and weak.

It's not done with him. The difficulty of unlatching from the boy's womb and cervix makes him cry out all over again, moaning and whimpering in pain as the head again retreats back through his cervix and scrapes against his tender pink walls, but that's nothing compared to what it does next. The alien plant, still unhappy with having its territory encroached upon like that, decides that the trespasser needs more punishment while the seeds inside of him are growing, and promptly enacts that punishment in the form of another spiny appendage invading his asshole, immediately pressing deep into his guts. The boy just whimpers, barely able to react in any other way.

Another vine treats his pisshole similarly, but this one is at least thinner and smoother, sliding up his urethra with barely any effort. He moans when it thickens and stiffens, plugging him up, and then yelps in pain as spines flick out of the head to anchor the thing in place, ensuring maximum discomfort for him as retribution for disturbing the plant's home. Another smooth vine forces its way down his throat and starts pumping him full of a sweet-smelling sap, as though the plant is determined to make sure he's absolutely miserable by the time he's allowed to push out those seedpods.

The textured vine in his guts explores deeper and deeper, occasionally jerking or twitching to press itself into his walls, and the vine in his pisshole gradually thickens at a barely-detectable pace while his bladder fills, courtesy of the vine pumping liquid into his stomach. Meanwhile, his stomach bloats quickly, unable to process fluid as fast as the plant can pump it into him, and the seeds in his womb keep growing in the meantime, making him look even more pregnant than before. All of these factors combined leave the boy twitching and moaning in pain, tortured with a full womb, full guts, full stomach, full bladder.

Finally, the plant seems to have had enough. The vine slides out of his mouth first, and he coughs, fighting for a full breath. Another appendage coils up atop the cuntboy's bloated midsection, and applies pressure; the message is clear. He has to push those seedpods out, or else the plant will have further punishments in store for him.

He groans, and obeys, starting by straining with the first of the bunch. It presses against his cervix from the inside, and the pain of having his abused cervix stretched open all over again makes more tears well up in his eyes. He knows the plant could just do worse to him, if he doesn't perform up to its standards, so he forces himself to fight through the pain in order for the seed to pop out of his womb and slide wetly from his cunt. The next follows much the same, and the next after that is easier, if anything; maybe his body is getting used to it. The plant seems to detect that the cuntboy isn't suffering as much as he should be, and takes the opportunity to start thrusting the vine in his guts, plunging it in and out, making sure those spines are scraping horribly against all of his inner walls. The boy moans, high-pitched and terrified, but continues to bear down anyway.

Four, five, six, seven. Despite the pain, it's getting easier as his cervix learns to give up in the face of his full womb. Eight, nine. His bladder feels close to bursting, and his constant straining doesn't help. Ten, eleven, twelve. Halfway there. Thirteen. Fourteen. As he nears the last handful of pods in this clutch, the vine in his pisshole relaxes. Hope rises in his chest, and his efforts are renewed - maybe the plant will let him finally release, after he gives birth to all of these seedpods. Please, please, please - he doesn't know if the plant can even understand him, but between moaning and crying, he begs it to take the vine out of his urethra and free him.

The plant answers his prayers. With his cervix stretched around the final seedpod, larger than all the others, the vine finally withdraws those spines and yanks itself out of the cuntboy's pisshole. The sheer euphoria of finally being allowed to piss himself and give birth to the last of the seedpods makes him cum, violently, explosively, howling his ecstasy to the jungle. It's pathetic, for him to cum from pissing himself, and he knows that somewhere in his head, but he doesn't care - it just all feels too good for him right now, everything else chased away by relief and pleasure.

Finally, the plant seems to think that it's taught the cuntboy his lesson, and retreats back into the jungle. Shakily, the boy reaches down to feel out the damages - he seems mostly intact, if stinging and sore. And much, much looser than he was at the start. A thrill goes through his chest when he easily slides an entire fist into his ruined cunt.

or a butch who i can knock up and pamper while she carries our baby, even though she’s used to being the caregiver in our relationship. her belly might swell, and her shape might change, but she would still be so masculine and hot to me. i would take such good care of her