#cumflation.

“Doctor, what are we doing here?” The assistant questioned, uncomfortable from the several minutes spent crawling through bushes.

“Shhhhh.” The doctor whispered, pressing a finger against the assistant’s mouth. “We’re in monster territory. If you attract one of them, I’m using you as bait so I can escape.”

“What?? Why do we have a bodyguard, then?” The assistant questioned, lowering their volume to match.

The doctor looked at the silent and stoic bodyguard next to them, then back at the assistant. “The bodyguard is for humans who try to mess with us. And manual labor. Not for fighting monsters. Since when has SPF ever been about fighting monsters?”

“Since the last ten times you punched a monster and yelled at the bodyguard to kick its ass before it breeds us.”

“Oh yeah. Well we’re still a research team first and foremost. Stop questioning me.”

“Yes, doctor.” The assistant sighed as the trio ventured further into the bushes. By now, they could hear something odd up ahead. The rhythmic movement of something wet, and the sound of a person’s pained and pleasured moans. It wasn’t long before they reached a vantage point where they could look over a clearing where the source of the sound was.

There, sat against a tree, was the monster that the doctor had been looking for. It was huge bidepal creature, at least 8 feet tall. Its powerful muscles flexed with every movement, one limb containing vastly more strength than a human had in their entire body.

And in the monster’s hand, it held a human by the waist, impaled on its cock as it roughly moved them up and down like a glorified sex toy to stroke itself off. The size of the monster’s cock was hard to estimate, constantly buried inside its prey, but the human’s abdomen bulged out from the mass of the thing inside them. The sloppy wet noises of the human’s ravaged hole echoed around the clearing, almost as loud as their desperate and overwhelmed cries and moans. They weren’t struggling, weren’t calling for help, already more than exhausted by now and unable to do anything other than take it. Besides the hole torn in their pants, their clothes were mostly intact. Hiking boots, a tight shirt that did very little to obscure their bulging abdomen, and a belt that was straining against said bulge.

“Seems like this one didn’t waste any time getting to the main event.” The doctor commented, producing a notepad and pen to hand to the assistant. “This could be the monster’s natural behavior, or it may have been particularly pent up.”

“Doctor, shouldn’t we help them?” The assistant asked.

“Nope. We’re here to observe and dip.”

“Seriously??”

“You wanna go down there and help? Be my guest.”

They looked down into the clearing again. The caught human was completely limp with their eyes half closed, their mouth hanging open as completely uncontrolled moans spilled out. It wasn’t clear just how long the monster had been using them. The assistant wrote down the previous comment.

“Good! You’re still smart enough to be my assistant. Anyways.” The doctor continued to prattle off various notes and details about the monster, all of which the assistant diligently copied down. But it was a struggle to pay attention to the doctor’s words. The sound of the caught human’s hole being ravaged sent shivers up the assistant’s spine, and the doctor never spoke as loud as those defeated moans. Still, the assistant kept up with all of the doctor’s voiced thoughts, never falling behind.

Meanwhile, the doctor kept their eyes glued to the scene. Mostly at the bulge that grossly distorted the human’s abdomen. They had the fit, athletic body expected of a hiker, which only made the bulge all the more obtrusive. The monster’s cock hammered in fast and hard, stretching them out with every thrust like a cocksleeve only made for the monster’s pleasure. And it somehow began to move even faster. The monster’s snarls and growls grew louder and louder, rivaling the human’s own moans.

“Oh look, watch this. I think it’s almost there.” The doctor encouraged, patting the assistant’s shoulder then lifting their chin. Just in time to watch as the monster violently slammed their cock inside all the way to the base. The human’s scream was drowned out by the monster’s deafening roar, balls squeezing and cock visibly pulsing through the human’s abdomen as it pumped out giant loads of seed. The bulge quickly disappeared behind the human’s rapidly swelling belly, not meant to hold so much at once. Their scream became a series of strangled cries, voice straining out every time their belly bulged larger and larger with each pump. The belt creaked and strained, until it finally gave with a loud snap as the buckle was launched away. The shirt was quick to ride up after, bunching up on the human’s chest. Very soon, they looked like they were on the verge of giving birth, yet still stuffed fuller and fuller as the monster showed no signs of stopping just yet.

Parts of each pump would spill out. Making a mess on the ground, the monster’s balls and legs, and the human’s legs and expanding underbelly. But for every bit of seed that escaped, much more would be packed inside the human. Their belly reddened from the pressure, their eyes rolling back as drool dripped from their mouth, body seizing and shaking. Every time it seemed like they couldn’t possibly fit anymore, another load swelled them up again. But eventually, the flood did slow down, and finally stop. The human went limp again, their head hanging. They looked much more than pregnant now. Their cum stuffed belly was about as big as their body, the bottom of it resting on the forest floor.

The human’s respite didn’t last long. It only took a short while before they were groaning again, barely shifting in the monster’s grip. The pressure in their stuffed insides kept them from being able to relax. Any drop of seed that hadn’t escaped earlier was now trapped inside, the monster’s cock acting like a plug. Suddenly the human started letting out strained, weak cries, almost in a timed pattern, panting in between.

“The monster must be throbbing like crazy in there.” The doctor commented. “All that and it still isn’t finished.”

“They’ll explode if this keeps up! Look at their stomach, there’s no way they can handle twice that.” The assistant protested.

“I doubt it. Humans have gotten filled bigger than that.”

And just as the doctor said, the monster started again. It was slow at first, moving its cock around in the human’s ruined hole despite their protesting cries, but it picked up the pace quick enough. The human was practically being squished, monster from behind fucking them against their own belly. Rocking it back and forth, the gallons of cum inside them loudly sloshing and gurgling alongside the sound of the human’s moans and their hole being ravaged again.

The research team continued to observe the scene from the safety of the bushes. It was going to be a long observation.

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Once again, I wrote all this in one sitting while tired. Excuse me for any mistakes or bad sentence structure. Someday I’ll put my full effort into good writing for this blog

As you can see from this chapter, I’m starting to lean into identifying the research team as characters instead of just a device to start the story. This was my plan from the beginning before I spat out the first test chapter, and I already had them fully characterized in my head since then.

But as you can also see, I really held back on actually showing that characterization outside of their roles (the doctor, the assistant, and the bodyguard) and displaying hints of personality. That’s cause I’m once again testing the waters to see if anyone likes the direction I’m going in.

I do want to lean further into the research team being actual characters. Most of my concept posts are left intentionally vague to appeal to a wider audience that can fill in the blanks to suit them. (For example, I try not to identify genders in concept posts. Interpret it as mpreg if you want, and don’t let the monster’s 12 inch dick stop you from picturing it as female)

But ironically, the wider appeal vagueness does limit me in some ways. It’s a lot harder for me to play around with personalities, relationship dynamics, backgrounds, and other stuff like that without characterization. The SPF research team is my way of eventually stepping into kink stories that require actual characters. Now, I’m not putting an end to my wider appeal concept posts of course. I will be concept posting every time I have a concept to be posted, and that will always be the vast majority of my blog. I’d just like to do more

The trail I walked along to get home seemed a bit too risky. I came to that conclusion now as I raced down the path. Behind me, something followed. I could hear its heavy paw steps hitting the ground, echoing through the otherwise silent forest. Maybe it was pointless to run, because it closed the distance within seconds of the chase. It pounced on me, stopping me in my tracks and pinning me to the ground. As it grabbed my legs to turn me on my back, I finally got a good look at the creature.

A werewolf. Bipedal and more than twice my size, strong enough that my desperate struggles to escape it went unnoticed. I braced myself for death when its hand shot down to me, but its claws hooked my pants and ripped them to shreds. Exposing my crotch and underwear, while leaving my pant legs still hanging onto my calves. Before I could process what was going on, it lifted me by my legs until I was practically upside down. A large, slobbering tongue smacked against my crotch, then again and again as it eagerly licked me. It soaked my underwear until its teeth hooked on them to rip them off, and it was free to lick my exposed pussy. I squirmed and struggled in its grip, involuntarily moaning at the sensation, but I couldn’t get it to quit.

It did eventually stop, letting go so my lower body hit the ground again. But it grabbed me again to keep me from fleeing, and I felt something hard and heavy land on my stomach. I looked down to see its cock. It was huge, bigger than any human could comfortably take. It throbbed against me, precum leaking from the tip. The sight sent a chill up my spine, fear setting in as I realized what it was going to do. It shifted its hips, rubbing its cock against my stomach before it pulled back and pressed the tip against my cunt. I can feel my entrance being forced open wider than it’s ever been, and it starts to slip its way inside. I grunt and gasp in pain, squirming and clawing against the ground. But it relentlessly pushes deeper and deeper. Stretching my insides to accommodate it. I catch glimpses of its cock every time I look down. It’s so big, I can’t understand how it’s managed to fit inside me.

The werewolf paused for a moment to let go of my thighs and grab my hips instead, claws roughly pressing against my skin. I struggle again to pry its hands off, but it doesn’t care. It pulls back an inch or two, then shoves itself in again. Its thrusts are slow, my clenching pussy squeezing its cock tight. But as my strength begins to give, it begins to speed up. Fucking me faster and faster and reaching a little deeper with each thrust. Soon enough the tip kisses the entrance of my womb. It’s only gentle the first time before it repeatedly slams against it. My moans are practically drowned out by the wet and sloppy sound of my cunt being fucked, and the werewolf panting and growling. I can’t even focus on struggling anymore, my mind and body too overwhelmed to think about anything but the violent intrusion.

It slams its cock against my womb again, and it doesn’t pull back. It keeps pushing and pushing harder, and I writhe in its grip. Between my legs, I can see more of its cock. It hasn’t fit its entire length into me yet. “Stop- Stop! There’s no more room!” I cried out. But if it understood me at all, it didn’t listen. Pushing even harder, to my horror, my cervix started to give way. Its cock burst into my womb, and I couldn’t hold back my scream. It didn’t even give me time to process as it started thrusting again, this time even harder and faster than before. I go limp in its grip again, only managing guttural moans that I barely even heard myself.

I didn’t think it could fuck me any rougher than it was already, but somehow it did. Harder, faster, hilting inside me every time. It’s cock throbbed like crazy, and even in my mindless stupor, I realized it was about to cum. I tried to plead with it again, but my words were only an incoherent babble now. With one final, powerful thrust, I felt its knot sink inside me. Its cock pulsed, releasing a torrent of thick, hot seed. My womb rapidly flooded to the brim almost immediately, but more kept pumping inside. With the shaft acting like a plug, there was nowhere else for it to go. My belly bulged with its cum, swelling bigger and bigger by the second. It felt almost endless, filling my womb pump after pump. But at last, it finally stopped. I lay there panting in exhaustion and discomfort, wondering if it was finally over. The werewolf tightened its grip on my hips and pulled back. I cried out in pain, still stuck on its knot, but it ignored me. It pulled again and again, and finally with a wet pop, it came free. I felt its cock slide out of my ruined pussy, its seed gushing out soon after. As the werewolf retreated into the woods, I lifted my head.

My belly was huge, like I was overdue with a baby. My skin was stretched tight and red from the struggle to hold so much seed. I couldn’t move from where I was, all my strength having left my body already. I could only pathetically lay there as werewolf cum spilled out of me and wait for my strength to return.

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The next time I was back in the forest, it had been a few months. And I was heavy. I waddled inch by inch, one hand reaching out to trees to keep my balance, and other hand on my giant belly. If I thought it was big when it was full of werewolf seed, this was a whole other level. My pregnancy had become massive, taking up so much space I could barely do anything. The pups inside weighed me down. Even now, just walking into the woods was a chore. I huffed and panted and grunted as I took one step at a time, struggling to cover any ground at all. When I felt my legs were at their limit, I finally sat down against a tree to catch my breath. They hadn’t stopped moving once. I could feel them squirming as shapes shifted just beneath my skin. My belly loudly gurgled and groaned in protest, disrupting the otherwise peaceful and quiet woods.

When I felt the first one being squeezed from my womb, I took a deep breath and pushed hard. The cock that had impregnated me in the first place now felt small compared to what was coming out of me. Stretching me out and threatening to rip me apart, but miraculously I stayed in one piece. I felt it finally emerge, and I couldn’t see past my belly to get a look at how big it was, though I had a guess. But I didn’t have time to ponder, the second one already on its way. I pushed again, harder this time to get it out. They didn’t stop coming. I didn’t get a break. My grunting efforts turned into desperate screams as I fought and struggled to get my overgrown babies out of me. My belly shrank with each one, but so did my stamina. Every push and every birth felt harder and harder. But I squeezed the last one out, and went limp with a gasp of relief. The litter of werewolves lay there on the ground between my legs, but they didn’t stick around long. One by one, they found their footing and ran off into the woods.

I left too, once I got my strength back. Heading back home and wondering if the werewolf knew my scent

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“And thank you for the report. We’ll archive this for our research. Do you have any questions for us?”

The client shakes their head

“Wonderful! Now give me my money and get out.”

— (Author’s notes past here) —

I decided to write something basic to start out with, since I don’t really have experience writing kink stories, hence why it’s titled the ‘test chapter’ just to dip my toes in the water an give it a try. So I hope it’s not too bad

Going forward if I write more I’ll probably write more specific stuff, like turning concepts I previously posted into full stories. And I’ll try to get more detailed and make my writing more enjoyable for people to read

In case you’re wondering, the SPF research team is something I made up. My goal is to write so it’s the that research team’s data collected on monster reproduction cause I enjoy a little bit of continuity. I’ve already got an idea in mind of the people on the team

The reason I went with a first person narrative is because I felt like that was the easiest for me to appeal to a wider audience. Third person feels like it pushes for identification, and I’m only confident with second person in short concepts. First person is easy to write while also leaving the character’s identity ambiguous. Readers get to assign them any gender, appearance, or whatever that they prefer. (Though if I write something that focuses on the research team then this will not be the case)