real nasty

having a sub thrust into me hard and fast, nothing in their head other than thoughts of how good my pussy feels around them and how badly they want to cum as they pound into me.

their brain was barely working before but it just shuts off completely whenever i clench around their pretty cock

I’m pinned under you, legs shoved wide, wrists trapped above my head. You’re so much bigger, so much stronger, and I’m thrashing, pleading with my whole body not to let you finish inside. I keep saying no, no, please pull out, I don’t want a baby, I can’t be a mom yet, Im 19, I’m too young, but you don’t listen. You just keep slamming in deeper until your hips lock against mine and I feel it. the hot, thick pulse of you cumming, flooding me, filling me up even while I’m crying and begging you to stop.

You stay buried inside after, cock still twitching, plugging every drop in so it has no choice but to take. I can feel it already, that heavy, warm weight settling low in my belly like it’s claiming me from the inside out. You finally pull out slow, and I watch thick white leak from my sore hole, but most of it stays trapped. I’m ruined already and it’s only the first time.

My tits hurt first. They were D cups, cute in tight tops with a push-up bra. Now they swell fast, ballooning several cup sizes bigger, growing impossibly full and round, skin taut and firm. They hang heavy on my chest, straining every bra and top I own until i can’t even get them on anymore. The weight pulls at me constantly, making them bounce and jiggle with every step. My nipples darken and thicken, spreading wide and prominent, stiff and sensitive. I cup them and they throb, sloshing with milk I didn’t ask for, so engorged they ache for relief. They’re massive now, obscene and impossible to ignore. I stare in the mirror and hate how they hang, how none of my shirts or bras fit, how everyone can tell just by looking that I’ve been bred.

My hips crack and widen next. I feel the bones shifting, spreading, making room for the baby you forced into me. My ass gets fatter, rounder, thighs thickening until my jeans won’t button anymore. I waddle a little already and I’m only a few weeks in. My center of gravity is fucked. I look like I was built to push your kid out.

My pussy is ruined. Your cock stretched it so wide it doesn’t snap back. The lips stay puffy and loose, gaping a little even when I’m empty. It’s always wet now, slick dripping down my inner thighs no matter what I do. I clench around nothing and it aches, throbs, remembers exactly how your cock split me open. I’m horny all the time, leaking, desperate, clit swollen and sensitive. I rub myself raw trying to make it quiet but it only gets worse.

Pregnancy brain hits hard. My thoughts feel slow like I’m underwater. I forget words mid-sentence, lose my keys five times a day, stare at nothing for minutes. All I can focus on is the ache between my legs and the weight in my tits. My mind keeps looping back to that night, replaying how full you made me, how good it felt even when I hated it. I get dumber every week, foggy and scatterbrained, a ditzy knocked up teen who can’t string thoughts together without thinking about cock.

you know the pregnancy will be uncomfortable. you know your back will ache and your hips will strain under the weight. your body will change and you’ll start to waddle and your hips will sway and… look, your hand is down your pants again.

you know better than to want to get pregnant, but you can’t help it, can you? you can’t help the thrill that runs through you when you imagine feeling the swell of life beneath your fingertips, the soft movements of the baby beneath your skin. you can’t help the way your cheeks flush at the way you’ll be forced to bear down, legs spread wide and grunting, moaning.

You've never been scared of me, I've told you before about how the whole full moon thing happens, I don't become some monster, more like a different version of myself still mostly in control just a bit more reliant on animal instincts. When I'm back to normal the memories of the transformation and all that happened after are fuzzy.

You decide you want to stay with me during the full moon this month. I'm hesitant, but I agree once you explain, you want to see all of me, human form and not.

When you see me, now standing at nearly 8 feet tall, you know you're safe.

You're so small in my clawed hands. Something in me shifts.

You smell like home, you smell intoxicating and suddenly I need you. I need to breed you.

I pin you to the couch, tearing through your clothing and put my hands around your waist. You're so small and I want to make you so big. Your eyes are wide, you're almost trembling. No, no, no, I don't want you scared- I lick your cheek, gently as I can as I keep undressing you, nuzzling my snout into your neck. I love you, I don't want to make you do anything.

"It's okay." You say, gently petting my face "You poor needy puppy. You just startled me a little..."

I whine needily and rut into the couch, it can hardly take the movement.

"You can have me, you can fuck me, poor boy..." your soft voice. Your permission.

The next thing I know- the next thing I remember is you're holding onto the kitchen counter, screaming out in pleasure as you orgasm, your legs are spread wide, and somehow you've managed to take my massive dick. One of my hands is on your belly, you have a large bump from the tip of my dick filling you so much.

God you're so fucking sexy like this- I turn you around, pulling out for a moment, you letting out a sad whine as you suddenly feel empty, my cum flooding out of you only for me to thrust into you again. You're so pretty when you cry for me like that, I lick away your tears. I'll keep ravaging you until I know you're pregnant. With multiples. I want to watch your belly swell. I want to watch you change, I want to see your breasts fill with milk, and your hips widen, I want to kiss your stretch marks. I want you so pregnant you can't sit with your legs closed. I want you to think you're finally done growing then keep going.

I want you to have my pups. Then have more of them. I want to fill you overfull, then again and again and again. I want to breed you, my sexy little perfect incubator.

I want to fuck you when you're overdue. you're having a litter of 6 and you're so pregnant you can't move. Your breasts are leaking milk, your belly moving as I rail you, you're crying for more. You want more pups inside you, you want to keep growing, you don't want to give birth yet, you're not ready to be empty. I'll breed you again as soon as they're born. God I wish I could impregnate you again while you were like this, I'll have to talk to spellcasters about that.

During the second pregnancy, you were adamant to keep working but now even in human form, I'm needy for you like I'm a puppy in heat. It's only a couple months in but you look like you're due with a single, standing in front of your desk at home your belly rests atop it perfectly. I can't help but grind into you from behind, whining needily as I tuck my face into your neck. You're so pretty, you're having my pups, you're so fucking perfect.

You pat my head, calling me a needy boy. I whine again, getting even harder.

You let me have you on your desk and it's the beginning of a bad habit.

“A year working here, gonna save as much as I can, and then January next year I’m going to travel Europe” I said, between bites of my salad.

Drew, the Storeroom manager nodded, smiling: “Big plans for a young girl.”

“I’m 19, how old are you?” I said.

“24, but those five years make all the difference. I reckon I’ll teach you a lot in the next year.” He said, with a crunch of his apple.

“The other checkout girls have told me about you.” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What do they say?”

I saw no reason to bat around the bush: “That you’re the best fuck in the store and have banged your way through almost the entire checkout department. Including the boys.”

“What can I say, I like to keep the checkout team happy.” He smirked, “Speaking of- wanna head to the men’s lockers and fuck? From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to bust a nut in your pussy.”

“Geez, aren’t you gonna buy me a drink first?”

“Nah, I like to try before I buy.” He retorted, “Plus, the girls told me that your boyfriend is outta town for another nine months, so I’m guessing you need a bit of stress release.”

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Also this is my view now 🥴

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Your muse was bored and decided to search up some games and found one that has its character look suspiciously like mine...