#cvmflation

You’re pressed against the other side. There’s a monster with you, huge and strong and pinning you to the door. Its cock is buried balls deep inside of you, so big that it bulges out your abdomen, visibly throbbing from the outside. Your belly is red and swollen from gallons of thick, hot monster cum. The monster moves its hips, its cock stirring up your insides. It’s been using you for days on end, so long that you can’t remember what it feels like to be empty.

You tell the visitor that you’re fine. It’s just that you’ve gotten really busy or something. Any excuse to make them stop worrying and decide to leave. It’s a struggle to keep yourself from moaning and crying as you talk. Maybe you could be saved if you asked for help. But you don’t know what the monster will do to you or the visitor if they find out.

You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)

I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum  😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and  the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible 

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You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a  familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.

Thump.

The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.

Thump. Thump.

Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.

Thump-thump-thump.

Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.

The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.

"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."

As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy 

The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.

Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.

You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.

On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.

“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”

Well, until you’re picked up by what seems to be a man. He looks you up and down, decides you’re good enough, and pins you to the ground to tear your clothes off and fuck you full of his seed. His strength and stamina seem inhuman, and he cums more than any person should be able to. Enough to make your belly visibly stretch and swell. No matter how you struggle, you can’t fight him off even an inch, and he manages to fuck you senseless in only a few minutes

When you come to again, he’s taken you back to his mansion in the middle of the woods, and his seed is still slowly leaking out of you while you’re locked in a bedroom. You’re trying to come up with a plan to escape while you drain his seed out when you feel movement. There’s something else inside you, squirming and writhing. It’s growing so much faster and moving so much more than any human baby should be. When you notice him watching you from a window in the door, there’s a strange look in his eyes.

Hyperpregnancy because extremely overdue

vs

Appearing hyper-pregnang because they're just that "full" and are just barely fertilizing the load.

such a dick for asking this. how am i meant to choose between my two beloveds? they're both so obviously good...

overdue hyperpreg is great, because if you want, you can say "that's it, that's the size i love, and she stays there forever." keeping her leaky and swollen and sore just like that while she's barely mobile and you get to fuck her like that any time you want while the hormones keep messing with her and making her overly horny... rubbing her belly while it squirms with movement, her bellybutton protruding out and being all sensitive... it's perfect.

but appearing hyperpreg before they're even fully fertilized? fuck, man. that's just as good! there's this electric feeling of potential, as her ovaries churn out eggs to meet demands, her tits start swelling, her body growing outward as her hips and butt and tits and legs get ready to support her weight and babies. the feeling of shock and anxiety and she realizes how deeply she's pregnant, now... and the fact that she's going to be even bigger than that shortly? that her tummy is going to swell even more? you can have her become as big as you want. it's limitless...

but this is ignoring the fact that you can have both.

a lady who's already horribly overdue in her pregnancy, beset by hormones, desperate for a quick fuck, not realizing her body has been producing eggs ever since her 9-month mark was hit. getting filled by a cock too big for any condom, her tummy stretching further as her body is forced to accept all the cum... only for her to twitch in shock as she feels the same heat in her belly as when she first got impregnated.