Going out to the movies with your friend for the first time in a long while. The theater was mostly empty but you someone ends up taking the empty seat next to you.

He's a chubby hairy dilf, has a huge bucket of popcorn to himself, as he sits you notice he has a warm aura of sweaty armpit that you can't help but smell as the movie starts.

As usual your friend falls asleep a fourth of the way into the movie, you try and focus but the smell keeps distracting you from the plot on the screen. The slobby dad next to you has been loudly laughing at the movie the whole time, without a care for keeping the theater quiet. Finishing his popcorn, he places the bucket on the ground, and rests his now free arm over the back of your seat.

You feel the heat from his open armpit warm up the air near your head and shoulders, his grey shirt, stained on the front from the butter on his popcorn as a large dark grey stain that almost caused the air around it to steam like breath on a cold day.

The sharp, oniony smell was so intense you began to tear up, but as you stole glances at him, he seemed almost a little bit handsome. You find yourself taking deeper and deeper breaths of the warm sweaty smell of his pit near your head.

After about ten minutes of sitting in his hot, sweaty funk, you feel like you're about to bust, his rancid dad pheremones have worn their way into your brain and you feel your crotch grow warm as you take deeper and deeper huffs.

You look at your friend next to you, still deep asleep, unaware of the smell or anything that had happened in the last half hour of the movie. As you turn to your other side to steal another glance at the dilf, you jump when you realise he had turned his head as was now locking eyes with you, a smug grin on his bearded face. You immediately break out into a blush of both embarrassment and the hormones now coursing through you.

"I could hear you sniffing that whole time, cutie." He raises his arm up, revealing wisps of dark long hair hidden by his sweat soaked sleeves. "C'mere, have a sniff up close, that's what you've been thinking about, right?"

Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you actually contemplated doing it, staring deep into the hot wet pit in front of your face. You turn back and look at your friend to be sure that she's still asleep. As you look back at him he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face deep into his warm armpit. The thick warm intense oniony odor brings tears to your eyes, but you can't help to keep sniffing and sniffing.

Suddenly, he pulls your head back out of his armpit and looks you in the eyes. "Hey, your friend won't be awake until the movies over anyways, come and sit in between my legs." Before you even know what you're doing your face is resting deep in his warm crotch, his hand resting in the back of your head pushing you into his musky balls through his shorts.

Deep breath after deep break of the intense musk of his balls full your lungs, when suddenly, you hear a deep, low buzzing. You wonder what that noise is as suddenly the space between your face and his crotch rapidly heats up. "Ahhh, Jesus, sorry kid, I was holding that one in since the movie started." As you start to process what he said your nose connected the dots even faster.

He was farting. He was letting out a series of quiet, farts out, directly into your face, in public. You prayed your friend was still deep asleep. The smell was one of the most intense things you had ever encountered. That greasy, beefy rotten smell was heating up every inch of your face, drowning you in the thick, hot gas. It felt like your were trying to breath in warm water just to take a breath of the thick moist air in that small space. But you were compelled to stay firmly against his gross crotch, pleasing him felt like nothing you had ever felt before, and being the only one he wanted to sniff up his gas was a feeling that warmed you up inside.

After 3 minutes of near constant farting in continuous bursts, your face is covered in his scent. He loosens his legs and slowly lifts you back into your chair, you look at the screen and realize the credits are already rolling. You barely even remember what movie you came in here to see. As you sit in a dazy while the credits roll, you realize the dilf has already left. Your friend rubs there eyes as they begin to stir in their seat.

"I fell asleep again huh. Did you try to wake me up at all during the movie?" You can't even begin to explain what had happened and decided to just say they had refused to wake up, but before you can start your friend interrupts. "Ewwww, dude did you fart? You smell awful! No wonder you didn't wake up you must have had to fart and been embarrassed huh, and uh... you might wanna wear some more deodorant next time too, I think you're starting to sweat through it and I can smell you..."

my udders grow so big and heavy I can easily slide my own dick between them. I have to spend hours giving myself a titjob because I'm ridiculously horny 24/7 now, my cock is always hard and leaky. seems like no matter how many times I cum my balls aren't getting any smaller - I can almost hear them sloshing as much as my milky tits are.

not to mention having soft fur, those pretty black and white splotches, and a nice pair of horns. hooves instead of feet. a tail to happily flick every time I cum and my flare shoots out massive, thick loads of virile cowspunk. toned muscles and a plump ass.

rapid weight gain, pig tf, ungendered feedee and feeder

You didn't even notice it happening, not at first. It was a normal date, and you'd looked forward to it for weeks. The cute, supportive feeder you met online offered to take you out to a buffet: their treat. The real treat, they said, was in watching you indulge. They sent you a package beforehand and instructed you to wear the outfit inside. You opened it and found a pink muumuu, huge and shapeless. Printed on the front were words in large, bold font: PIG IN TRAINING.

Eat something that came in a plastic package? You better be able to squeeze it inside you somehow.

You can empty yourself once a day at night, or maybe once a week during recycling day in the state mandated containers (perhaps those containers are regular trans bins, or even bigger sluts)

Maybe others would use you for general trash as well. They eat some chicken and shove the remaining bone in you casually, bananas peels too. They make you their personal compost.

I look beyond overdue, my belly nearly triumphing over the entire rest of my body… The vast majority of every day is spent entirely in bed, bemoaning my predicament. I’m constantly on the brink of labor, groaning low and long as ‘Braxton Hicks’ contort and contract my belly, the outline of what grows within almost frighteningly visible at some points. My tits hang heavily on either side of my massive midsection, threatening to spill thick cream at any given moment.

I had agreed to be a surrogate for a strikingly attractive gay couple, as the two had posted online wanting a third partner to help grow a family. Selfishly, I wanted nothing more than to be pregnant and to be able to pass off the inevitable responsibility nine months afterwards to anyone else. I figured it’d be all the better if they’re willing parents. Some short correspondence later, I met them in person — it was almost uncanny how beautiful the two men were, even moreso than the pictures. The taller of the two, a lithe, dark-haired man with a voice so deep and soothing it felt hypnotic, introduced himself as Thorne. His partner, still taller than myself but only reaching Thorne’s shoulder, neglects to speak. However, he more than makes up for his height; he’s built like a powerlifter, and the way he stared made me afraid he might snap me in half.

My nerves aren’t totally unfounded — being spread open on both their cocks at once that night certainly threatened to split me in two, and the next night would test me even further. It’s saccharine torture as Thorne sits me in his lap, tugging and twisting at my nipples while the other man sits between my spread legs, slowly and deliberately playing with my tdick. It felt like hours, and eventually I was so wet I could swear that slick was gushing out of me. I had long since screwed my eyes shut in ecstasy, and I couldn’t find it in me to open them even as something positively gargantuan aligned itself with my pussy. Steadily, at an agonizingly creeping pace, it pushed itself into me, and I found myself shocked by the lack of resistance. The stretch stung like hell, and even as it’s barely inside of me I felt heavier, but far from any desire to stop its insertion. An even wider section pushed further, and Thorne’s gentle praise and shushing was completely drowned out by my caterwauling as my hole was forced agape impossibly far. Thankfully, the rest slid in with mercifully less effort, and slightly quicker. My cervix had long since been shoved open, my womb breached and stuffed beyond capacity. I open my eyes briefly, and an orb of flesh towers over me. My entire body is sore, and I only register the wall of bloated, wobbling skin as my own belly when I dimly feel cold, slender hands rubbing circles in either side.

“What a perfect bearer… You hold him so easily~”

Thorne’s words echo in my head, having heard them nearly every day for the past three years. Even now, his hand rests on a fraction of the underside of my belly, idly rubbing back and forth. A particularly vicious cramp grabs at my overtaxed uterus, and I instinctively go to spread my legs, thinking it might finally be time… Yet somehow bearing down only makes my belly hurt more, and it even somehow manages to make my udders suddenly spray milk. I whine and whimper, huffing miserably as my sadistic ‘caretaker’ pushes my legs back together.

mm, i definitely feel something there. kind of feels like an egg, like, tennis ball-sized? maybe a baseball? i don't know, but it's sort of writhing. there's multiple in there, i can definitely feel them. here, feel them yourself. you feel them, right?

you think you look bigger? you want me to measure you? you're definitely getting bigger. i can feel even more this time. you're so pretty like this. so round. i'm feeling fifteen right now.. do you think you'll get bigger? i hope so.

you can feel them moving? oh, really? can I feel? mm, they really are moving a lot.. it's like they're fighting for room. lay down, i'll rub your belly. are you hungry? i mean, you're eating for.. twenty-one, now. no, i swear i'm not lying! i feel at least twenty in there! not my fault your belly's growing! it looks good on you.

god, you look like you're ready to pop. you look so good, baby. want me to rub it? i can really feel them shifting in there. it's like there's more every time, right? how long do you think until they hatch? or when you give birth? c'mon, it's okay. you're doing so well.

Most of the time I feel absolutely nothing while they’re using the toy. No pressure, no stretching, no delicious drag of a thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy. My cunt stays frustratingly empty, aching and drooling for attention it never receives. I’ll be cooking, working, or just trying to live my life when it suddenly happens.

The first sign is always the heat — a sudden, powerful rush of scalding-hot cum blasting straight against my cervix. Thick, heavy ropes jetting deep into my womb in strong, rhythmic pulses. I can feel every spurt: the way it hits hard, then floods outward, coating my inner walls in sticky, viscous warmth. The pressure builds so fast that my lower belly swells slightly with the sheer volume. It’s so potent I can almost taste the saltiness at the back of my throat. My pussy instinctively clenches and flutters around nothing, trying desperately to milk a cock that isn’t even there.

Then the overflow begins.

The excess cum pushes back, squeezing past my folds in thick, slow globs. I feel it — warm, creamy, and incredibly slippery — trickling out of my used hole in long, obscene strands. When I’m standing it runs down my inner thighs in messy rivers, leaving shiny wet trails that cool quickly on my skin and turn sticky. Sometimes I hear the soft plip… plip… plip as heavy drops fall onto the floor beneath me. The smell hits next: that raw, musky, masculine scent of fresh semen mixed with my own juices, thick and unmistakable. By the afternoon my entire apartment smells like a brothel and my pussy reeks of it.

Because one portal connects to dozens of Fleshlights, I’m never empty for long.

I get used constantly. I’ll feel one big, drawn-out load pump into me, filling me until I’m bloated and leaking… only for another guy to finish in his toy ten minutes later. Another hot flood surges in, mixing with the previous stranger’s cum, churning it all into a frothy, sloppy mess inside me. Sometimes I get rapid-fire use — three, four, five different men in an hour. Each one adds his own unique load: some thin and watery that mixes easily, others thick and chunky that cling to my walls before slowly sliding out. I feel the combined weight of it all, the way my pussy grows heavier, sloppier, more ruined with every anonymous orgasm.

The constant sensation of being used is humiliating and addictive. My lips stay puffy and swollen all day. My clit throbs angrily, hypersensitive from denial, brushing against nothing while my hole keeps getting pumped full and forced to drip. I’ve stopped wearing panties entirely — they’d be ruined in minutes. Instead I walk around bare under my skirt, feeling the cool air on my wet, messy cunt and the way the mixed cum shifts and squelches inside me with every step.

And then… every once in a while… someone pushes too deep.

Those are the moments I live for and dread at the same time.

Most guys stop right at the portal and only give me their cum. But some get greedy or misjudge the depth. I feel the silicone barrier give way and suddenly there’s real cock — hot, veiny, rock-hard flesh — shoving into my already cum-drenched pussy. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming. I gasp out loud every single time as my walls are forced open around thick girth, the sudden friction making my eyes roll back. I can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein dragging along my sensitive insides, churning all the previous loads into a creamy, frothy lube that squelches loudly with each thrust.

The sound is filthy — wet, sloppy, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick as he fucks me through the portal. I can feel his balls pressing against me when he bottoms out, the way his cock throbs and swells inside my overfilled cunt. My pussy squeezes and flutters desperately around the real intrusion, finally getting the friction and fullness I’ve been denied for hours. The mixed cum gets pushed even deeper, some of it forced out around his shaft in creamy white rings that coat his length and drip messily down my ass.

He rarely lasts long. The sudden tightness and the way my cunt milks him pushes him over the edge fast. I feel him swell, then the powerful pulses as he unloads even more cum directly into me, rope after heavy rope painting my walls while he’s still buried deep. When he finally pulls back through the portal, all that fresh seed plus everything that came before gushes out of me in a warm, obscene wave, running down to my knees in thick sheets. My hole stays gaping for a few seconds, twitching and leaking, before slowly closing around nothing again.

By the end of the day I’m a complete wreck. My pussy is red, swollen, tender. Constantly drooling a cocktail of dozens of strangers’ loads. I can scoop out thick globs with my fingers — warm, salty, slightly bitter — and lick them clean just to taste how thoroughly I’ve been used. My thighs are shiny and sticky. My chair has a permanent wet spot. I smell like pure sex.

And I’m completely addicted to it.

Right now I’m sitting here with my legs spread wide, feeling yet another fresh load slowly pushing its way out of my ruined cunt. It’s warm and thick, dripping steadily onto the seat beneath me. My clit is aching so badly I can barely think straight. 64 loads today according to the app. Sixty-four different men who got to enjoy a perfect toy while I sat here leaking their pleasure like a good little portal slut.

I love being used like this. I crave the sudden floods, the constant dripping, the rare moments when someone actually fucks me through the portal and leaves me shaking and gushing.

Would you buy one? Would you fuck your Fleshlight slow and deep, trying to push all the way through just to feel how sloppy, creamy, and stretched my pussy already is? Would you pound it hard knowing I’m on the other side quietly moaning every time you bottom out?

Tell me exactly how you’d use me. I’m dripping and waiting for the next load…

Lapping it from a pet bowl with your name on it

Licking it off the floor because good girls should be responsible and clean up a mess

Drinking it from a water bottle out in public

Same as above, but from a thermos, so it's still nice and warm

Sucking it down through a funnel because you can't be trusted to not spill (and it makes you seem more like a urinal)

Mixed in your food and drink to give you a very clear reminder that you're a piss slut

Slurping it out of an unflushed toilet bowl because it would be sad to let it go to waste in an inanimate toilet instead of your eager toilet mouth

Wringing it out of your own soaked clothes because I decided to piss all over you