hiiiiiii

Shortly after, she’d ordered a second one.

That was a year ago now.

All of this was culminating in tonight. She’d spent the entire day at work thinking of the growing ache between her legs - not unusual, admittedly - but an idea had occurred to her and she couldn’t believe she’d never tried it before. So hungry to get to it when she got home, stripping out of her clothes as she walked towards her bedroom, she was wet enough she was surprised it wasn’t sliding between her legs with each step. She barely even registered the sounds of the TV, talking about the meteor shower tonight; nothing mattered more than her idea.

 It wasn’t as though she hadn’t played with these toys before - in fact, they had become her firm favourites, blowing every other one out of the water. But tonight, oh… tonight she was going to fully lose herself in it. As she pulled out her box of toys, carefully arranged and cleaned, she extricated the two thick cocks from within.

Her boys, as she’d taken to referring to them. Both the same toy, but a few different variations. One was a rich pink with just a hint of creamy white, especially around the tip; it made him look bulgy, veiny, seeming to add more intensity to the thickness of the knot where the material was so dark as to be nearly dusky. He had been the first one, her precious boy, the one who had taught her the pleasure of finally managing to work yourself wide enough to feel the undeniable pop and depth of a thick knot trapping itself in your pelvis. He had taken her to completion more times than she could remember…. 

Then there was her second precious boy. His cock was much darker; she imagined the near black fur that went with it, deep towards purple, the outer edges of the knot a hint paler, with a few patchwork hints of an almost brown colouration on the shaft. 

Maybe it was silly, but in her mind, they had… personalities. The paler one was a little older, a little more experienced; she had called him Randy in her head, imagining the hulking form of fur that was nearly amber, whiter on his belly, a dark stripe down his snout and pink on his paw pads. He was gentler, knowing how to hold her just right and hit every sweet spot until he made her scream. Bigger than his packmate, the darker furred Brutus. He was younger, less experienced, but he was also wildly powerful, even if he was less experienced that Randy - he was the one who would fling her around like a toy, drive her down on his hips, breed her like an animal rather than a lover… and it might have been ridiculous, but imagining her precious werewolves having their way with her was often more than enough for Lisa to feel her spine tingling as she twitched and ached, stretched to her limit around the thick silicon knot and not wanting to feel anything else ever again.

Oh, but tonight… she was going to give them both an extra special treat. And maybe, after all, a lesson - in sharing. Now completely bare, imagining as her partners twisted and transformed, sniffing through the apartment after her fertile scent… she stepped into the bathroom, the low hum of the extractor fan and buzz of flourescent lights mattering little above her. She had often felt lucky that this was more of a shower room than a bathroom, the immense space whiich was so hard to get in apartments like this. And that meant a lot of tiled walls.

The shower ‘cubicle’ itself wasn’t closed, but it did have two walls that were the perfect distance from one another. She’d realised it the other night, fucking herself violently back onto Brutus’ thick knot, bracing her arms against the wall. If she had them in the right position… she would get to feel what it was like to be a real breeding bitch. And tonight? Tonight she was determined. 

She was already wet, but even with her slickness, she knew that she would need more. With a little careful positioning, her boys suctioned onto each wall; drizzling the cum lube over their shafts, she began to massage it in, a hand each side of her, feeling the thick bulges underneath her hands. Closing her eyes, Lisa imagined them both; growling, posturing across the space, and let out a soft little tut. 

“Now, don’t worry, boys,” she purred, imagining their heads turning towards her, ears flicking forward, jaws packed with deadly canine teeth starting to part and tongues lolling as her hands twisted across their girth, stroked to their pointed tips, already drooling pre and ready to breed. “You’re going to get what you deserve, hm? Now, now… you’ll both get a nice hot hole.” she chuckled, then slid own to her knees, turning towards Randy first. Brutus whined, but she held up a hand to waylay him. “Patience, sweetheart.” she murmured, before starting to pull Randy into her mouth. It was hard not to gag, at first; the toy was thick, and it slid over her tongue with the musky taste of the lubricant, resting her palms on the cold wall and trying not to be shocked out of her fantasy when she didn’t feel hot fur.

When she drew back, strands of lube snapping from her open mouth, she imagined his needy whined before she turned to do the same to Brutus. When she was sure they were both ready, she stood, breathing ragged as her legs trembled in a desperate hunger to feel her werewolf lovers inside her. But who to chose? Brutus would be rougher; he would pound and bounce her, chase his pleasure more than hers, knot her, fill her without hesitation… Randy would be gentler with her body, take his time, catch her pleasure first. Then again, Brutus would fuck her mouth hard - maybe choke her out - whereas Randy was more cautious. She remembered her last rides on them both, before turning again, wiggling her butt as she slid back towards Brutus’ cock. Randy whined, but she rested her hand against his cold wall - uh, warm thighs - as she groaned, slowly sinking back, back, taking inch after inch, until her pussy lips met the thick bulb of the knot.

She would have to work up to that - no need to force it now. She half wished, as she often had, to feel his full length inside her - that she could take him, and ride him, and feel him swell as he came, as he packed her and satisfied her like no human man could. Shoving down the reality to claw herself back into fantasy, she rolled her hips a few times, imagining the way that Brutus would be growling, his thick paws holding onto her hips like she was little more than a toy. Once she’d gotten him nice and settled, she spread her mouth around Randy, groaning lowly as her lips were stretched. She couldn’t take him quite as deep, but he would be patient, patting her hair more than grabbing at it, always cautious with his claws…

She settled herself in a rhythm, lost in the fantasy. It was hard on her legs, her hips, bracing her elbows against the walls and moaning roughly around the silicon in her mouth; it was warming quickly with her heat, the sweat building up as she kept slamming back, wanting so desperately to take that knot but knowing not to rush it, not to rush it. She imagined her two lupine lovers, lost in the joy of breeding her together, and tried to crush back the little pang in her chest.

Gods, what she would give for them to be real. To feel those knots. To be loved by her monster lovers, to feel heat and cum and warm paws and strong bodies. She could feel as Brutus wrapped his big hands around her hips, the claws pressing into her stomach, not hard enough to cut. How he would grab and tug as his hips bucked, slamming into her, forcing her to take every inch of it - she could feel herself bouncing, being pushed into Randy’s cock so deep she nearly choked, dribbling down onto that fat hot cock as his paws stroked her cheeks -

She could feel -

Lisa’s eyes opened and saw a plume of pale fur in front of her nose. A waft of animal musk drifted up. Something squeezed around her hips and then yanked her back until she nearly lost Randy’s cock in her mouth, the tip resting on her tongue, drooling salty precum. When her eyes flickered up, and up, across a muscle bound body and thick fur and there - with the pale gold eyes she had imagined - nose twitching - mouth open and saliva dripping off razor sharp teeth - perfect down to the stripe on his nose -

She couldn’t speak before she was shoved forward, moaning, eyes rolling back as she felt that cock slide almost to the back of her throat, her tunnel near empty for a moment, then back, the brutal pace of the wild animal who currently had control over her. She must be losing her mind. There was no way Randy was stood in front of her, growling in pleasure as she somehow took his cock in her mouth, tasted every curve of it, the sweat and the sweet musk and smelt his fur which was wild but earthy, natural, and those dangerous claws that rested in her hair and didn’t ever dare hurt her which meant -

Brutus slammed his cock in deep enough that she whimpered, bordering on pain but instead making her eyes roll back, glad she could breathe when he shoved deep because fuck, it felt insane, she was being taken and it was impossible but she had never felt such a joy in all her life. She was finally being fucked as she had always desired, the pack toy, even if it was just a pack of two - and they were playing so nice as they bounced her back and forth. There was heat everywhere, overwhelming her, so good, so close, her legs were shaking and Brutus was holding her off the ground, legs dangling then tensing, toes curling, so close so close so close - and then she clenched and cried out past Randy’s cock in her mouth as her body was struck so hard that she was trembling.

Yet even as her body squeezed, barely anything moved. Brutus was just too big to be bothered by her pussy trying to grab - if anything, she could feel him laughing, a shudder which ran up his body as his other paw shifted to spread across her back. Reminding her how big he was, that she had chosen his rough treatment, and, cum or not, he wasn’t stopping until he had well and truly stuffed her. Even Randy was chasing his own pleasure now, bucking into her mouth in time with the back pulls from Brutus so that she was struggling for air as she fought against the pleasure and pressure and overstimulation and -

Randy froze, whining, then one last buck and thick cum was spurting into her mouth, blast after blast. She hungrily swallowed it down, but even she couldn’t keep up, starting to dribble it onto the shower floor as she gasped for air, awash in the smell and the stickiness. Brutus, seeming to sense he was the last one, snarled loudly, bouncing her against his cock like nothing more than a toy and then, oh, God, oh my god, he’s so thick - he was shoving into her as deep as he could go, bruisingly so, and - swelling. Fuck. Swelling, just how she’d always wanted to feel, pulsing, blast after blast splattering inside her as the werewolf released his deluge and then let her dangle, held up by nothing but the ache in her hips, allowing every drop to drain down until her belly was straining with it.

She couldn’t breathe, but in the very best way, feeling like she was about to lose her mind. Randy nudged under her, so gently, and she sluggishly ran her hands through his fur - before jolting, feeling as his snout pressed to her clit, lapping. Brutus growled lowly but made no attempt to stop the actions, starting to instead wrap his paw around her and sink to sit on the floor, laying her back against his chest. A hand sluggishly stroked over her packed belly, shuddering and twitching as Randy seemed to be enjoying cleaning the point where she was stuck to Brutus… 

The younger wolf seemed to be waking a little, and his hands drifted over her body. Careful not to hurt her in a way that mattered, but taking great pleasure in jostling her belly, then wrapping around her tits, squeezing, kneading, playing with them like stress balls until she was whimpering and then clenching again. She couldn’t help but cum, between the endless hot rough tongue against her clit and the paw that was having so much fun with her tits. She tried to catch her breath, drifting into a comfortable haze as they waited…

But it seemed Randy didn’t want to wait for the knot to fully go down. He was nudging, bothering, trying to adjust her. Brutus growled, but when the older snarled back, flashing his long teeth, he backed down. Then he began to help. Lisa whined as she was moved, feeling herself stretching but thank God the knot was starting to go down and - with a push, and a rush of pressure, and a pop she felt in her bones - she slumped forward, aching hole oozing thick cum. Letting out a huff as if of frustration, Randy bodily shoved Brutus away, sniffing against her. Taking this as some kind of insult, there was a brief tussle, and she wicned.

“Boys!” she ordered, a sharp snap to her voice, and they both stood to attention, looking at her. “There’s plenty of me to go around, no need to - fight -” two sets of beautiful golden eyes, looking at her stretched wide pussy and cum soaked skin. “Wait -” she realised what she’d said, but it was too late, and now they were both approaching. Randy lapped at her hole again, resting his paws on her legs, before slapping his cock down on her paunched stomach, that pale tip oozing thick white already once again. But it seemed that Brutus wasn’t interested in waiting, either, nudging into Randy, pressing his snout down - lower.

“Wait, no -” she objected, but there was a faint shiver, and it wasn’t as though that hole wasn’t fluttering, soaked in the leaking wolf cum that had spilled out of her well bred cunt. As Randy clambered over her, pressing his cock more insistently, now, curving her back, spreading her legs, she could feel Brutus behind him. No, no - if anyone was going to fuck her ass it needed to be Randy - she couldn’t take Brutus in that hole! But it was no good. Hot tip was sinking into her overstimulated pussy, making her cry out already, twitching around him, a touch smaller than Brutus, gentler, but knowing how to curve to hit just inside her and then - his paws were around her, lifting her, and Brutus was behind her, and she felt as his arms wrapped around her chest.

Squeezing, playing with her tits as he bucked, slicking oozing from his cock and sliding over her back, making her shudder, hot and yet cold at the same time was such a strange feeling but now being held gravity was dragging her onto Randy’s cock and she whined as she felt the pointed tip sliding down, finally catching on her rim, thankfully thorough soaked in wolf cum. As it began to part her, to push in, already shockingly wide, she was glad she’d trained her ass at least a little, even if she preferred her pussy. She’d pursued so many avenues in an attempt to tame back the wild hunger of her libido… 

But if asked, well, she’d never felt as satisfied as right now.

Randy was being patient. He was nuzzling at her neck, snuffling hot breath against her tender flesh, sharp teeth close enough to catch but never ever breaking her skin. After all, he wanted to fuck his precious little human, not another wolf. He wanted to breed his pups into her belly, prove that he was a better father than the upstart Brutus. He was promising her loving. Then a cock drove into her ass, stretching it wide, and she screamed - not in pain, but in a wave of white hot raw pleasure. The two dicks with only a thin piece of skin between them, rubbing against each other, she had never felt so full in her life. Then they began to move, slowly at first, rocking her back and forth between them. Her bulging stomach rubbed against Randy’s sticky belly fur; the heat of Brutus against her back; nothing more than a human sandwich wtih a cream filling. It was bliss. It was incredible. It ached; she was a toy, stretched out and used, and it was never going to feel this good ever again.

The pace started to increase. The narrow shower block, with the two wolves jammed in it, meant there was a lot of wall to brace against. First Brutus pushed until Randy was against the wall, taking her weight as the cock in her ass got rougher, starting to bounce her, Randy falling into sync so she was going from packed to nearly empty every thrust and losing her mind. Then Randy pushed back, and Brutus was against the wall - and with his new found bracing point, fuck. He was slamming into her, claws around her tits squeezing down with every push up, driving into her ass like he wanted to break her. Brutus panted by one ear, Randy by the other, creating a wall of musky hot breath that was making her head swim as she was used. She wasn’t sure her legs were going to work every again, as they were shaking so very badly.

She couldn’t look down; Lisa was trapped between the two squirming bodies. Fur pressed into her clit, scraping and pulling. She was sure she was going to black out, she couldn’t take any more. Her body shuddered and clenched, toes barely moving, everything feeling like a non stop wall of sensation. She had lost everything into the haze of pleasure, into her being the toy now, barely remembering what her special silicon felt like compared to the hot, throbbing flesh.

This time Randy came first. He was driving, over and over again, pushing her into Randy’s chest, her belly bulging into him with each strike, holes aching and throbbing, tender and stretched and so, so good. She had been dribbling badly enough that Randy’s shoulder was soaked with it, panting in time with each thrust, and then felt him still. The first hot spurt of cum made her twitch, and then - the knot. Swelling. Randy threw back his head and howled as she felt the same and - oh, no. No, no no no she couldn’t - oh, fuck - she couldn’t take two knots - feeling them pressing into one another through her flesh so, so tight, so - she couldn’t think - she was sure she must be cumming but her legs didn’t work and it was so tight. As if her hip bones were aching as she laid limp against their shoulders. Randy lapped gently at her ear as she huffed, struggling for air, feeling the undeniable pulsing of her belly getting more full, packing every bit of her until she was sure she could taste cum all over again.

With more knot in her than she ever thought possible, Lisa closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift to something like sleep.

-

When she stirred, her whole body felt heavy and hot. There were heavy breaths next to her neck - almost like panting. When she blinked, all she could see was fur, all she could smell was sweat and musk. It took a few long moments for everything to start to make sense - because it didn’t make sense. Her holes were twitching, aching. Her belly felt hot and tight. There was so much pressure all around her, but… she had thought it must have been a dream. It must have been imagined. Maybe she’d slipped and hit her head when the dildos were jammed inside her. But no. No, this was real.

Oh, fuck, this was real. 

There were two werewolves. Wrapped around her. Holding her in their arms. Sleeping, perhaps? When she wriggled just a little, there was a throb in her cunt - thick spooge leaking out of her where she had been so thoroughly packed and filled. Her werewolf lovers, impossibly, were here. In the bathroom, she had no idea if the dawn had come yet, but she doubted it. What would happen when whatever crazy magic wore off..? Would they vanish? Be driven back into their silicon shapes? The thought was… tightening in her chest. Tilting her head, she kissed the snout nearest hers, which sleepily turned and pushed its tongue messy into her lips. When she spread them wider, the tongue pushed more urgently, licking into her mouth as the beast huffed. Randy nuzzled into the back of her neck, before starting to extricate himself as she made out with Brutus, not wanting to let go of this moment.

She whimpered, turning just slightly towards him, but he was nosing down near her crotch again; pressing his paws against her tender belly, her hips, as Brutus grabbed at her jaw and kissed more deeply into her. She groaned in pleasure, and there was a snout lapping over both her holes, making her twitch. So tender and stretched out… she doubte she would ever feel better than this again, she didn’t want to lose it, she coudln’t. She loved them….

“Ah!” jolting away from Brutus’ mouth, her head tilted back, looking towards the squirming wolf below her. “Randy -” he was teasing her ass again, and she grimaced. He’d not had his turn there, she supposed…. And he was being gentle. Pulling her back, turning her until her hips were up and her mouth was down. Brutus, lounging on the floor, almost squirming around like a dog, pursued the kiss, lapping against her flesh until she let out a weak, ragged moan at the feeling of Randy slipping his cock into her thoroughly stretched out back passage. She had ssumed that she would never feel anything in there again, and yet despite that, his cock still felt like it was stretching her open. She whimpered, hands flat against the tiles, and now Brutus seemed  to take note of what his compatriot was doing. She was sure, as he started to pull to his paws, that she was about to take a cock in her mouth…

But instead he was pushing her up. Randy huffed as she was lifted until she was pressed up against his chest - his paws grabbed her hips - and then Brutus shoved them both. Randy yipped as he was forced onto his back, laying flat with her atop him. The extra gravuity caused her to slip all the way down, taking his cock to the base in one movement and crying out, resting a hand on her bulging, oozing belly as she fought for breath. But Brutus was there, and lifting her, not all the way off but turning her so she was facing Randy. His hips were broad, forcing her numb legs to spread wide, so when she was shoved, she flopped down, face first into the musty fur.

She thought that his cock would pop lose, that this was some attempt to seperate her from the older werewolf, but no - no - she realised her mistake a moment later as she started to feel a rough pointed tip pressing along Randy’s shaft. The older werewolf let out a baffled huff, then tightened his grip on her hips until she couldn’t move, hot pads and claws catching on her flesh as she realised he was helping Brutus in his determined incursion. She gasped in disbelief. She’d taken the knot, yes, but - only one, at the base, and even then, was that as thick as two of their cocks driven inside her?

Exhausted, she found herself babbling, squirming to get away, but she was too weak and Rnady too strong and she could have sworn that he was smirking at her, his front teeth on display as Brutus began to force his cock into her hole. It burned as it stretched, but his cum slicked cock wasn’t taking no for an answer as she was spread wider and wider. It felt like everything was driving into her belly, she was stretched, filled beyond what she believed possible, cum packed body squirming and yet unable to move as she huffed in desperate air between her teeth and finally, finally, Brutus stopped moving, apparently content with how deep he was.

A moment to catch her breath. The feeling of their veins throbbing inside her, pressing so tight to her stretched flesh that she could tell each pulse of blood. Fuck, she was stretched. Her legs entirely numb, hips aching, but overwhelmingly full. Cum was still dripping out of her pussy somehow, dribbling onto the two crotches so close together, fat balls rubbing against one another as they settled inside her.

And then they started to move.

Slow, almost agonisingly, at first. She wasn’t quite laying, not quite sat up, propped between them like a stuffed marionette packed with flesh and cum. Her head was spinning. She was nothing more than a fucktoy. She loved it. Her perfect lovers, her boys, her -

Brutus slammed in full force and she screamed, somehow cumming harder than she had before, clenching down with everything she had, feeling as her body jettisoned a fair amount of the slick inside her. Boneless now, they were moving, bodies fighting against each other to pound out of time. Each strike inside her was everything, sliding over one another, stretching and breaching her into something entirely different. All she was - pleasure. Packed, filled, and at her very limit. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, be able to take any more. This was already going to change her. How could she cum without being a werewolf toy now?

Slam, slap, slam, growl, everything fell into a rhythm, there were snouts lapping each other over her shoulders, nipping her neck, panting into her hair, the two werewolves as lost in it as she was. They moved as one, as a unit, but it was Brutus who broke first. He whined, rough half-bucks into her, clinging on, and then - and then - she felt it. More pressure. 

“No.” she moaned, a wet slur pass a mouthful of drool she hadn’t been able to stop producing. “No, Brutus… pull out baby…” but the words were barely audible and she doubted he would have the capacity to listen even if he’d had the desire. She was stretching. Just in past her hole, thank God, but inside her, he was filling, and there was cum so hot that she could feel every drop. Randy threw his head back and began to howl, and Brutus joined in as the older began to join his knot with the younger and she was sure something in her was broken. She screamed in tandem with them as pulse after pulse of cum settled in her distorted, packed body.

When she began to drift out of the miasma, she wasn’t sure quite how long had passed. The aching in her body was overwhelming. Her legs were tingling, but at least sensation had started to come back. On either side of her, in a rough nest, were two monstrous wolves, snoring softly, acting as pillow and comfort. When she glanced down, past her packed and swollen belly, there was a puddle of thick white cream that coated the tiles. Thank goodness she’d decided to use the shower room to do this… but at least now she could rest for a little bit…

As her mind drifted through a sore but pleasant sleepiness, there was a small thud. Her eyes moved down to see the softly swishing tails either side of her and she smiled, more than willing to allow herself to fall into slumber here on the bathroom floor. Maybe she should drag herself and a towel to be, though… there was another, louder thud. Then a rough snarl, followed by a whinny, and her eyes snapped open as she remembered that she’d left her box with the other toys sitting comfortably on her bed.

There was a final bang -

Fuck ‘em.

“How are we doing tonight?” she purred at the camera, making sure to lean forward enough to give them an excellent view down the front of her robe, a tiny peek at what they were going to be treated to tonight. If there was one asset that Tanya was proud of, it was her frankly fantastic tits. The estrogen had given her a lot of things she greatly loved, but her chest was one of the best. It went without saying that her fans were already going ravenous in the chat, compliments, flirtation, and of course, tips, all starting to roll in.

“I’m so glad to see it, my little sweethearts,” she made sure to roll the words around in her mouth, pouring them into the microphone, able to feel her body starting to already wake up, excited for what she had planned tonight. What a special night it was going to be, too. Her eyes drited from the screen and over to the toy where it sat on the side, so very beautiful, her little treat. Everybody’s little treat. “I have something oh so special for you all tonight, too.” she chuckled, wondering when she should make the reveal. Leave it a little longer, although plenty of familiar names were popping up in the chat.

“Alright, alright, you know I won’t keep you in suspense for… too much longer…..” she chuckled, leaning back slightly in her chair, allowing the black silk robe to slide open a touch more. It revealed, of course, more of her fat tits, held firmly in place by the thick latex ‘bra’ she was wearing. The chat went wild, desperate demands to see more, and she chuckled as the tips intensified. Of course, her work this evening had barely begun, but it was always fun to talk to them before she lost her mind showing off her toys…

“Well, I’m glad to hear your car loan is all paid off,” she chuckled softly, “A little more disposable income, hm? Always nice to have. Now, don’t you go wasting it on a little old me..” she stood up, making the movement look casual, the chat kicking up a notch, the soft dinging notification as he proceeded to send a little of that disposable income her way. She turned her back slowly, letting her dark curls cascade over the silk robe and then onto skin as she began to slide it down, letting everyone have a peek. The thick latex covered her from mid back down to her ass, where it was packed tight but still providing an utterly delicious, tense bubble where her bounteous booty was straining it.

She had clipped a little rabbit’s tail to it, to match the latex bunny ears on top. She’d considered adding fishnets, but Tanya knew from experience that trying to get yourself loose from fishnets when you were horny was about as sexy as getting tangled up trying to get a tangerine from the fridge, so she’d abandoned that particular plan. Her legs were smooth, toned, and perfect, after all. After letting the fabric slide to the floor, she turned back around, resuming her position on her chair, leaning back ust enough to allow everyone to enoy the rapidly expanding shape of her cock where it was trapped against her belly, making itself known even through the tight latex.

“Now, I have something oh so special for you all tonight,” she purred, sliding a hand down herself until she was able to press a hand firmly against the contained, aching tip of her cock. She bit her lip, the heat building inside, the pressure from the outfit, the thick purple shape in her periphery that promised a good time ahead.. god, she loved her fans.. “I have been sent something by a lovely member of chat.” she chuckled, “Thank you for your gift, anonymous fan.” she offered a wink, as if she knew and it was just a secret, but in truth Tanya had no idea who had sent it. She didn’t even remember adding it to any of her wishlists, but here it was, beautiful, and so perfect…

“Oh, you’re all champing at the bit to see, aren’t you?” she laughed softly, as the chat had been begging since she’d first gone live to see what she was using tonight. The resulting explosion of messages encouraged her to lean forward again, making sure to enncourage a rather solid gaze down between her mammoth mammaries as her hands wrapped around the toy and began to tease it into sight.

“I hope you’re all ready for this monster,” she chuckled, “Because I’m not sure I am…” but she licked her lips none the less as she spoke, and dragged the toy until it was firmly on screen. Even her high definition cameras couldn’t pick up the beauty of it. Chat was suitably awed, although several seemed to be seeking reassurance that she wasn’t about to wreck her perfect ass with it. She snorted a laugh. It was big, yes, but she was aching for it. One of the wonders of being a size queen, and she had no doubt she could take it.. “Those of you who have been here a while might have figured out why I’m in this particular outfit.” she gestured to her slutty bunny setup.

“Now, I may not have taken a toy quite so large… but I’ve definitely taken some that are nearly this big. And they had rather a… fun… effect on me.” she ran her hand down and over her belly, pressing in with her thumb, pausing only when she found her cock and trreated it to a couple of tender strokes of her hand, feeling like she was purring herself. The chat was going wild, but she was already starting to put them out of her head as she eyed up the behemoth in front of her. “I thought it had been such a long time since you’ve all had such a treat…” she chuckled lowly, “Well, why not go the full… length.” she chuckled at the tease, grinning towards the cameras, imagining a few hundred people sat at home, hands firmly around their dicks, shuddering in please over the mere idea of her sinking onto this monster..

And Tanya was the one lucky enough to be doing it.

It was a beautiful thing, though. She reached into her drawer and pulled out her massive bottle of lube; it was her cum lube, thick and slick and white, the perfect companion to her more monstrous toys. She had normal lubes, shit, she had normal toys, but for a while now, they hadn’t pleased her. She’d tried ovipositor toys, and those were fun. She’d packed herself with gelatin eggs on stream, but they melted too fast, too messy… didn’t stretch on the way out… this toy, though… the tentacle had subtle ridges down the length of it. The suckers were both broad and delicate. There was even pitting of the skin, a shimmering in the colours of purple and pink that made it up. It had all the finesse of looking like a monster’s tendril flash frozen, and she just knew it was going to feel like bliss inside her.

For the sake of the crowd, though, she took her time. Poured the lube onto the tip of it. Ran her fingers down the length of it, encouraging it to sink into the crannies, letting the audience see the entire shape of it. Glancing at them once or twice, but her regulars knew she was starting to lose herself to arousal now. When it was fully coated and shining, she smirked, and then pressed a button with her dry hand, switching it over to the bed set up. Now the crowd didn’t really matter. Two cameras, pointed at her bed, to catch everything. A dangling microphone which was set sensitive, to pick up groans and growls, squelches and slaps as she took her toys. Every angle made to emphasise her best assets as she worked, her bouncing tits and her thick, heavy ass…

She couldn’t wait to feel this toy in her.

As she laid it on the bed, clambering over, she took just a moment to consider it. The sensuous folds of it, the tentacle nature, but the tip of it folded almost like a flower, with ridges and a delicate bulge. It looked perfect, especially now dripping and shining with lube, it looked alive. She wanted it. No. No, she needed it.

Tanya let out a shaky breath as she stood it up, her fingers trembling. Nerves, yes, but more than anything it was the desperate hunger to feel the toy in her, stretching her out, taking over her. Reaching down, she turned to make sure the camera could see as her fingers hooked on and then tugged the latex to one side, revealing her hole, already slick with lubricant she’d applied before starting. Her balls slid out too, and she groaned just slightly, fighting to keep her cock contained for now. Her ass was the star of the show right now, as she braced the toy’s base with her ankles and began to slowly, cautiously ease down.

The bulb at the tip was thick and shining, and the lubricant made it slide just a little, smearing surprisingly warm wetness over her thigh. But she was an expert, and it didn’t take long for Tanya to line it up and begin to slowly, carefully take it. It was already big, and she moaned loudly, hair hanging around her face as she curved her back and managed to slide past the head of it. Fighting back the instinct to just drive down, both her ass and her need to put on a show managed to keep that particular urge in check, but that hunger was there. It was already feeling like it was burrowing into her and she shuddered in pleasure.

She began to ease herself down, wriggling back and forth, feeling herself stretching. The bulb slid past her prostate and she shuddered, dribbling onto the bed, chat forgotten, everything forgotten but the feeling of this thick toy inside her. She should have warmed up first but she didn’t regret it, now, every part of her focused on the sensation as rib after rib sunk into her ass and deeper, deeper. She shuddered. It felt unlike any toy she’d ridden before. It was like it had it’s own warmth. It was incredible. Further down, another pop, a whimper. Her cock was drooling inside her clothes, and barely thinking, she slid a hand down until she could pop her fat member free. She began to stroke it, steady from base to tip, thumbing over the purple and oozing tip. The latex settled back taut to her belly, if not tighter now without her took fighting it.

Forced to ride back up again to allow herself to loosen off a little more, Tanya groaned and shuddered. It felt incredible, but the idea of sliding herself off it, even for a bouncing, made something in her chest constrict, some hunger. She forced herself down, then up, and down again, each rough thump driving it a little deeper. She was starting to reach the thickest part of it, now, feeling as it stretched her, a pleasant burn, slightly alleviated by the lubricant. It was blissful. It was everything. She threw her head out and cried out, starting to bouncing with more force, stroking her thick cock in time with it. Base to tip, squeeze, pull, too lost in the sensations driving inside her, ridge after ridge back and forth again her prostate. When she clenched, nothing changed, so stretched was she. Her thumb nudged against something and when she glanced down, she could see it. Subtle, from her angle, but she spared a glance over to her monitor.

There it was. A little hard to make out, but the bulge as she was forcing her body to stretch around it, the ever so slight push as the toy was forcing her organs to shift and reveal a bulge, in the latex, on her belly. She couldn’t focus enough to read it but chat was going wild, the constant roll of donations. She closed her eyes again and then finally dropped far enough to take it all the way.

A muddy moan slid from her mouth, drool running down her lips, dripping onto the latex on her tits. Her body was shaking as hot spurts covered her hand, distant waves of pleasure and a clenching low in her gut which had barely even seemed to have noticed the orgasm. Still. One was nothing. She had wrung more than one out of herself basically every night she had performed, and there was no way in hell she was done with this toy. She took a moment to dramatically rub the lump in her belly, feeling strong silicon or whatever the hell it was pressing her out, shuddering, and then she began to move again.

Her legs were trembling, but she was strong, starting to set a punishing pace as she rode the toy up and down, shuddering, gasping, moaning, roughly tugging her cock, driving down and then up and – her legs locked? It didn’t hurt, but she couldn’t pull up. She tried again with little success, frowning. It was like something had… wrapped around the limbs, holding them still? So when she opened her eyes, panting, and looked down again, it took a long moment to make sense of what she was seeing.

The toy… the base of it… seemed to have… split? Rather than just the one thick tentacle driven into her body, there were more. They had emerged from the base, and wrapped their supple flesh around her legs, tentacles that were now holding her, preventing her from getting off the toy.

“… What?” she whispered, and then there was an explosion of movement.

Tendrils swirled into the air, grasping around her limbs, her arms, and she was somehow being lifted into the air. She could still feel the thickness in her ass, probing now, squirming, deeper into her, and she moaned despite herself as her stomach writhed with it. Taking the open mouth as an opportunity, one began to burrow into her lips, thankfully more slender than the one packed inside her. She groaned, as slick, almost sweet flesh slid over her tongue and began to fuck into her throat, rolling her eyes back. She’d sucked enough thick toys to not pass out, but she was already feeling how it filled the passageway, massively reducing her oxygen. The ones around her limbs were spreading them, forcing her legs wide. With her hands away from her cock, it was twitching in the cool air, and she would have been more alarmed if she hadn’t feel so very good right now.

There was another tendril. It slid slowly up her dick, stopping at the tip, as if tasting her smeared cum. Then it engorged, swelling, sliding over like a straw as it sealed down by her balls and her hips began to thrust automatically into the aching, hot, surprisingly wet suction that had begun. It was as if every part of her cock was the tip, being stimulated, rippling as it fought to milk her dry and it was bliss. More and more tendrils sliding about, apparently fascinated by her bodysuit, slipping inside it and tugging her tits loose. They began to wrap around, squeezing and playing with them, all of this movement happening at once and turning her into something like a fucked out pile of goo.

Everything was forgotten. The onlyfans, the stream, the mysterious benefactor, the money. All that mattered was being fucked and used by this perfect toy. Her nipples were being sucked on and she whimpered, brain foggily wandering to the idea of being milked, of being a cow, of being bred, and it was strange but everything felt different and fuck her stomach was squirming and she screamed as she came, every drop of it being drunk down by whatever this thing was. Her cock didn’t soften and she panted, suckling the one in her mouth, droplets of some kind of sweet honey even as it began to fuck back and forth across her tongue.

She wanted to rub her belly, able to feel the squirming, stretching ache, the creaking from the latex. She never wanted to feel anything else again. Nothing would feel good again other than this, being fucked through, being nothing more than a toy and stretched stretched stretched and she was going to cum again she was sure but… the thick tentacle in her rear had apparently decided it had explored enough. Every inch of it felt so clear as it pulled back, back, then nearly, almost out, only the bulbous head still inside her, pressing just into her prostate before it thrust into her, hard, deep. She squealed and clamped down on the tentacle in her mouth, prompting another one to slide in alongside it, suckers gently pulling at her tongue, lifting it, forcing her to breathe gustily through her nose as tears ran down her face and mingled with her spit.

As if getting an idea, as the one in her ass slid nearly out again, the was a stretching ache. Another, and another, thank God thinner than the immense one, but she didn’t know how she was going to take them. Crawling, exploring, as that bulb fucked into her with a breakneck pace and she was cumming again, balls tight and cock tender and shuddering as she sucked harder and her tits bounced and she was so, so sure she was going to pass out, she’d never felt so good and her legs twitched sporadically, dangling numb and -

Everything stopped moving at once. She could hear the rattle of her heart and her desperate, half choked, panting breaths. The whole thing seemed to seize, tense, and then -

She would have cursed if she’d had the breath to. The thickest cock, in the depths of her ass, shuddered. Squirming, it sunk a few inches, then it began to swell. Inside, she could feel, that bulb was opening, spreading her, surging thick honey or cum or something hot and liquid inside her and she shuddered around it.

Every nerve was on fire. Everything was insane. It was doing something. She throbbed and whimpered. The bulb opened all the way, pressing its petals inside her, and then… the very base of it rippled. Again, and again, like nothing she’d ever felt. She envisioned one of those wind socks, flaring in the breeze, tensing, pushing, before something enormous began to press at her rim. She panted past the tentacles oozing into her mouth, swallowing each desperate mouthful between gulps of air. It made her feel more energised, at least, but it couldn’t compete against the soreness and the tenderness.

But she knew, in the pit of her stomach, this was happening. She couldn’t stop it. The first slid into her tunnel with a pop, a release of pressure that was both agony and bliss, causing her to jolt. Then, inexorably, it began to scrape it’s way along and she realised it had been preparing her this entire time, lining her insides with it’s fluids. The next one didn’t hesitate, and the next, and the next. Each new bulb, seed, egg, whatever the hell it was, started to settle inside her. It would shunt the next along, but they were starting to fight. She tilted her head, just enough to see her monitor. The latex had already started to swell obscenely, apparently held, even with all the tentacles, at the perfect angle for the camera to catch it all.

She looked several months pregnant. Another egg popped in and she shuddered, legs shaking, able to see the distended blob as it slid across her body. Her cock twitched. Fuck, that was hot. Being able to see it, not just feel it. Fuck. She was really getting off on this? Being bred? Being used as a sex toy by the very toy she’d been playing with earlier?

She came dry, shuddering as yet another egg fell inside her. And another. Everything was becoming a blur. She was drifting in and out, only tugged from her fogginess by each pop and crash of pleasure and a slowly increasing creaking. It took her a moment to realise her sturdy latex had been pushed to it’s limit, stretched until nearly translucent. All in one moment, the material gave way. It snapped along one side, and as it burst, there was a rush of pressure that pitched her forward. The tentacles tugged from her mouth as she fell, face down, ass up, groaning as her packed belly took a lot of her weight, face buried into her pillow. The wave of fresh sensation, of her fat, dangling belly, the incredible weight she was now filled with… she whined plaintively, missing her tendrils. It didn’t take them long to slide into her mouth again as she felt the tentacles squirm and push deeper into her ass.

It took a few moments to realise, not long later, that they had stilled again. They were slowly pulling away. She expected immediate pressure, but it seemed like her visitors had… retreated. They left her mouth and she coughed. Her arms were free, her head foggy. She tried to clench her ass but the intense fucking had left her spread open and too weak to close it. With immense difficulty, panting, she braced and managed to flop over. She couldn’t see over her belly, from this angle, the weight of it near immediately pinning her down. Even with the lumpiness, she was huge. Fresh stretch marks along her hips, and it was as though she had octuplets packed inside her, more pregnant than anything she had seen before. Even ghosting her hand over her belly sent a wave of pleasure that made her toes curl, and when she rubbed the stretched and tender flesh, she moaned.

Her cock felt too empty to work again, and so she slid into a haze, just rubbing slow circles on her belly, half asleep. Her eyes drifted over the toy, looking as normal as it had before, sitting beside her on the bed. She had just started to realise she was going to have to somehow stand like this to shut the stream off and figure everything out when there was a twinge deep in her gut. Her belly was writhing, bulging, and she gasped. A hand reached back to grab the headboard, dragging herself back until she was propped up and the sensations got more intense. It seemed they didn’t have long to wait for this problem to resolve itself.

She didn’t glance at the monitors, but if she had, she would have seen for herself. Her fucked open asshole, twitching, a hint of something purple deep at the end of it and a gush of fluids; perfectly aligned for the camera to see every single inch that was about to emerge. She couldn’t resist but to squeeze her tender tits, whimpering as the pressure got more and more intense and then she began to push.

She was scared it would hurt, but to Tanya’s relief, it was like being fucked by the toy again. A wave of hot liquid pleasure as the egg began to slide. The one nearest her hole, it seemed, they would be going in reverse order, the oldest one, the one with the most time to grow, would be easing out last… she clenched, moaned, shuddered, trying to tent her legs as she rubbed at the fat dome of her belly. Somehow it was bigger than it had gone in but she stretched, slow, inexorable, then felt the rush as it plopped out onto the bed. Shuddering in relief, it was clear pretty quickly that the others were coming, and if she wanted to get them out in one sitting, she was going to have to be fast.

Going on instinct and feeling, rocking her hips, rubbing the sensitive skin, she managed as each one popped loose from her body. But after the fifth, it was becoming harder work. They were buried deeper, she was exhausted. She moaned as she strained and the egg refused to push past her rim, able to feel it pressing wetly against the base of her balls before it dropped back in. With a growl, she squeezed hard, and it finally emerged, leaving her shuddering. Her cock was rubbing the underside of her belly, and she felt like it must be sobbing, so overstimulated and tender. She’d never felt like this before…

By the time she was maybe half empty, she was exhausted. Sweat coated her hair, sticking it to her skin in tiny ringlets. Her hole was twitching. She’d cum dry again, and was now whimpering. Her eyes drifted to the monitor, to the sight of her from the side, naked and stretched and swollen, and the other view of her twitching hole. And… her chat. Encouragement. Money, yes, but more than anything, hundreds of voices reassuring her she could get through this. She clenched her jaw, groaned, and pressed down half. Three eggs popped out in a rush and she screamed, slumping back. She didn’t know how long it took but her belly was finally softening down. She shivered faintly, rubbing the much more settled flesh, feeling just a couple more eggs in there. They’d been getting bigger this whole time, each one more work. She clenched, groaned, rolled her hips. Thirsty, exhausted. Trying to ignore the soreness over the pleasure, because even drained dry, she felt… good, under it all. Ignoring the faint feeling of loss the emptier she became, the bafflement at how quickly her skin was drawing and tightening back in…

Another egg caught in her hole, squirming against her prostate, but she managed to get it out. And the next. And then… she was sure this was the last. Bucking as best she could, whimpering desperately. The chat was on her side. But it was immense. It felt like she was trying to lay a football. Her tits throbbed, her belly throb, her cock and balls were aching. Reaching out, one hand grasped the toy that had caused this. She stroked her hand down it, drawing a strange comfort, remembering the sweet honey on her tongue.

Panting, gasping; air. She needed more air. Tanya whimpered, arching her back and bearing down. It slid, slow, so fucking slow, stretching past her prostate, landing right against it and making her cry out. It slid back an inch and she grit her teeth. She would do this. She could do this.

Some deranged thought floated into her mind. She could… keep this one. Let it grow in her. But that was foolishness. She just felt… empty. Fuck, she did. The exhaustion had made her near enough forget that, but like a wave enveloping her, there was a strange hollow loss. She was meant to be full. Her belly was meant to bulge, not lay flat. She had looked so… so beautiful.

Tanya whimpered, and groaned, clenched, pushed, gave her all and then there was a crashing wave of relief as the egg popped loose. She slumped, boneless, gasping for air, allowing herself to desperrately try to recover.

Once her body felt a little more clear, she rolled over, scrabbling for her water bottle and taking a deep gulp. Then she stumbled up, legs shaking so badly she could barely take weight, grabbing onto her chair and sinking down into it. The numbers for the stream were laid out in front of her; incredible money, unbelievably so. The fans were losing their mind.

“I’m okay. I’m… holy shit.” she panted, then laughed. “I don’t know who sent that but… fuck.” she could feel the steady trickle of cum and honey from her ruined asshole, pooling on the seat. She ran a hand through her hair, looking at her reflection. “I’ve never felt anything like… well… shit.” she glanced back at the eggs scattered around the room. “How much would you guys pay for… one of those?” she gestured lazily behind her, but the numbers started to be suggested by the chat. She licked her dry lips. “I’ll… let you know what I decide to do with them. Thanks, guys. For now, uh, Tanya Lovin’s, signing off. See you… next week.” she ended the chat, sitting there for a moment staring at the now blank screen, the disconnect, the money.

Her hole twitched.

Barely thinking, Tanya stumbled out of her chair, slumping onto the sweat soaked bed. She drew in a deep, slow breath, allowing herself to relax, to feel all of the exhaustion.

And then she reached out

and wrapped her hands around the toy

You trace the carvings on the shiny black box with your finger.

It opens smoothly. Inside, an almost translucent blue dildo rests on a velvet pillow. Oh, my, you think. It’s smooth to the touch, soft and almost jelly-like. It jiggles when you tap the pad of your finger against it. You giggle and tap it once more just for the sake of poking it. The slime flops its head against your fingers.

Oh, it’s… alive? Sentient? You don’t know exactly what to call its state of being. The slime dildo jiggles once and jumps in place once. Oh, okay, you think and hold up a finger. “Let me just close the store, yeah?” It doesn’t respond, doesn’t move again but the head of it is tilted your way, as if staring at you as you move through the store to lock the front door and flip the sign on the window.

It patiently waits where you left it. You stop in front of it and cup your hands. “I don’t want the store to get messy. Or break anything. There’s uh—” you swallow and holy shit, you’re having a conversation with a dildo-shaped slime you’re not sure is actually alive, “we can go upstairs.”

The slime doesn’t move for a moment as if considering your offer. Maybe? Shit— you make a mental note to read up on slimes and slime farms. Your teacher did briefly go over slimes while you were under her apprenticeship but that was also the day you’d latched onto the idea of customizing your wizard robes if you ever graduated. Oh, you can recall the original designs you’d drawn up in class even now, something more lingerie-adjacent than the long and heavy robes of her discipline. Where’d you put that babydoll-inspired robe you’d unpacked the other day?

You nearly startle out of your skin when the weight of the slime lands in your open palms. It wobbles in your hands briefly before it assumes its shape. You take that as a yes to your proposal and weave your way through your store towards the stairs to the second floor. Your heart is beating against your ribs like a wild horse as you ascend the stairs, turning off the lights as you reach the top.

You place the slime onto your coffee table. Your nerves are wrecked already. “So,” you start, fiddling with the rings on your fingers, “is this good enough? How is this even going to— What are we — me — we? What—” you press your lips together and take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Now what?”

The slime leaps forward until it reaches the edge of the coffee table, just a hair’s breadth away from your thigh. It jiggles, its head pressing against the slit in your wizard’s robe. You reach down and drag your fingers along its shaft, the bulging vein on its back and swallow around the lump in your throat. You want to lean down and drag your tongue across it.

The slime presses forward, between your thighs and rubs its head against your clothed cunt. You drag your fingertips down the length of its smooth shaft. It jiggles and pushes harder against your body. It’s pleasantly cool to the touch. It’s a little too thick to wrap one hand around, but you do your best. You move your hand slowly up and down the thick shaft. Precum pools at the tip and dribbles down the curve of the head and you feel compelled to lean down. You drag your tongue up the slime’s shaft — feel the slightly tacky cum on your tongue — from its balls to the very tip and dip your tongue into the slit. The slime jiggles in your hand. That’s good, you assume. It hasn’t pulled away or melted into a puddle yet. Slowly, you wrap your lips around the mushroom head tip and take it into your mouth.

The slime jiggles and pulls out of your mouth abruptly. “What?” You wipe at your mouth with the sleeve of your robe and the slime jiggles again. It swings its whole weight forward and flops pathetically at your robe. “Oh.”

You shrug off your robe and hastily pull down your underwear, kick them out of sight. The slime jiggles as if appreciating your nudity and pushes itself against your body again. The sensation is odd. It’s both firm and soft, almost like you could run your fingers through its body. It burrows between your thighs and wiggles upwards until its head hits your clit. You gasp and reach to rest your weight onto the coffee table before your knees give out. It pulses, wiggles, dragging its smooth body against your clit. You wrap your legs around it and slowly lower your hips.

The slime jiggles, wiggles against your thighs, almost as if thrashing around and you unlock your legs with haste. You stare at it, legs open, pussy wet and waiting for it, so many questions on your tongue. Maybe there’s a spell somewhere to get over this language barrier because it’s clearly intelligent and your skin is on fire and if it starts teasing you now, you might just smite it and finish the job yourself.

It positions itself against your hot, wet cunt and you exhale a breath of relief, head thrown back. It moves, positions itself, the head pressing against your entrance and you roll your hips minutely to beckon it.

It sheathes itself in your cunt with one harsh thrust. You yelp, try to reach for the edge of the table to find an anchor but its pace is too much, too harsh. The table legs drags against the floor from the force of its thrusts into your waiting cunt. Your mouth drops open, stifled, breathy moans escaping your lips as you try to pull yourself together and figure out which way is up, where to grab. It thrusts harshly and you nearly topple off the table, manage to grab onto the edge and roll knot your stomach for more leverage. Your knees drop to the plush carpet. The edge of the coffee table rams into your hips with every thrust from the slime buried into your cunt, bullying it like a jackhammer. Your sweat-slick skin drags across the glass surface. It’s thick and big and you swear you feel it in the back of your throat. Your head is spinning, the pleasure overwhelming. The coil in your core snaps abruptly.

You cum with a low moan, pussy clenching around it like a vise but the slime doesn’t stop, just keeps rutting into you as you come down from your high and spills. It’s warm and gooey and it dribbles from your cunt as the slime eases itself to a slower pace until it stops, buried inside you to the hilt. You feel full, so deliciously full and fuck, maybe it’ll stay there forever. You wouldn’t mind it, you think. It could rut into you while you’re talking to a customer and you’d be forced to keep your poker face or fold like a goddamn house of cards with your client watching your depravity.

Your cunt flutters at the thought.

Slowly, you lower yourself off the coffee table and onto all fours, ass up in the air, and press your face against your folded arms, take deep, even breaths to get your head on straight again.

The rug underneath you feels nice. Smooth. Soft, if not a little gooey. It moves, undulates underneath you, rises until it brushes against your collarbones.

Wait, what?

You pull your face away from your arms and blink a few times to get rid of the shapes in your vision. Your rug isn’t your rug. It’s dark blue, almost liquidy in consistency and it bubbles and laps at your body like waves at the beach. It’s cool to the touch.

Your cunt feels strangely empty all of a sudden. You clench around thin air with a frown and slowly sit up. The slime-like liquid on the floor wiggles as you adjust your legs — it’s the same blue hue as the slime that should be buried into your cunt. Oh, so they don’t last forever. You feel a strange sense of loss at the realization; they’re just here to fulfill an itch, then. And then they’re gone.

You should pull yourself together, get up and clean this mess up. No point in crying over something that’s over.

The slime warbles and then, something breaches it. A single thick tentacle rises from the pool that’s overrun your living room. It turns its head as if looking around and you take that time to reorient yourself. The slime gift from your client has melted into a puddle that’s overrun your living room. Something not quite of this world has used it as a portal. That opens another can of worms about slimes and portals and you should really write down how a tentacle appeared from the melted body of a slime from a nearby farm but— it looks remarkably phallic in shape. Its head is pronounced, almost mushroom in shape like male genitalia. The light streaming in from the window next to you illuminates the ridges on its body, the texture reminds you of snake scales.

You shift on your knees, your cunt aching.

The tentacle snaps around. It slowly crosses the space between you and itself, more and more of its body rising from the pool. It’s tall and thick. There are ridges on its back, and you swear they would feel so good dragging against your clit —

It lowers its head in front of your face where it hovers for a few long moments. Slowly, you reach out and drag the tip of your finger down its body. Bingo. Scale-like small ridges decorate its body.

There is movement in the corner of your eye. More tentacles rise from the slime, these ones smaller and leaner. They slither across the mass of slime and glide onto your skin, wrap themselves around your legs, creeping towards your pussy. You rise onto your knees to give them more leeway.

More tentacles shoot out from the pool on your floor and tangle around your arms, pull them together over your head. Others latch onto your skin. They traverse the expanse of your body, warm and slick, prodding and poking and squeezing. One slides underneath your breast and loops over it. Its tip circles your nipple and you gasp at the sensation, throw your head back and arch your back, nearly hitting the coffee table. A thin, glimmering tentacle shoots out, wraps around your torso and across your neck before the back of your head can actually collide with glass. It pulls you forward just as quickly, onto your knees.

The large tentacle is hovering right in front of your face now. It bumps its tip against your forehead, your cheek, your nose and then against the seam of your lips. They part involuntarily and it dives in. You feel the ridges on its stomach against your tongue but the moan gets stuck in your throat.

It eases itself out of your mouth and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact. Seriously, what’s with these things not wanting your mouth? It’s an extra hole for them to use and abuse so why are they rejecting it?

The tentacle dips down and you feel the ridges caressing your skin as it glides towards and across your cunt, dragging the ridges on its stomach against your clit and something between a moan and a gasp escapes your throat involuntarily.

You’re suddenly hauled up and backwards until your back collides with your couch. Your legs are pulled apart to expose your weeping pussy to the head tentacle. It lowers itself to your cunt’s level as if studying it. It gives an experimental nudge against your slit and then presses forward harder. The very tip slides in with little effort and then it’s pushing ahead, wiggling like it’s trying to force itself inside.

Your chest is heaving, short, shallow breaths escaping you as you desperately try to push against the tentacle but the others keep you rooted to the spot. It’s torture and agony and bliss all at once as the thick tentacle prods at you. Just a little push and it can fuck you within an inch of your life, until you beg and beg and beg it for more, to fill you up and keep you stuck on it for as long as it wants, do whatever it wants.

The head breeches your cunt and it slides all the way in with one thrust. You gasp at the sensation, chest heaving and try to breathe through the obscene stretch, the obscene sight of its shape in your stomach but it has other ideas. It starts moving, slow and deliberate as it pulls back and then dives in again, setting a ruthless pace. You’re so wet, so slippery and it almost slips out of your cunt. You dribble around it, the sound so obscene and lewd in your ears. It’s the only sound in the room other than your moans, your babbled begging for it to just take you already.

Its size is overwhelming but it feels so good, bullying its way into your cunt and drawing those ridiculous wet sounds and moans and gasps, pleading from your lips. You’re almost in tears at the euphoria, at the way this tentacle claims your cunt for itself, at the way the others hold you back and spread out to take and take and use you up like the goddamn fleshlight you are. You’d let it use you as a fleshlight again and again, fuck, maybe this one can stay and display you as a freak show to any potential client. The thought of someone staring at the way this thing defiles your holes, their cock in hand, maybe even trying to join — it sends you over the edge.

You cum with a swear on your lips, a half-baked cry stuck in your throat. Moments later, the tentacle spills into your cunt. You’re so full, you’re so incredibly full. Its cum, as translucent and pearly as itself dribbles onto your couch, slipping out from around its thick body. Your chest heaves as you try to pull yourself together, tears brimming in your eyes.

The tentacles around your legs tighten. They pull your body along like dead weight, off the couch and onto the slick floor. Your hands are maneuvered with your body but there’s no weight left in your arms and your jaw nearly collides with the floor. The tentacles yank your body upright at the last moment, tightening around your limbs to hold you on all fours without leaning any weight on your weak limbs.

Your legs are pulled apart. Tentacles press against the skin of your ass, massaging and groping and prodding.

The thick tentacle still buried snugly in your cunt purrs. Something prods at your ass. Its smooth tip presses against your puckered hole and you do your best to relax every muscle in your body. It teases for just a moment before it slides through slowly. You moan at the sensation, at being so full.

It moves first, slow and deliberate, delving deeper into your ass and then pulling back. The head tentacle in your cunt moves in tandem with it. They’re so deep, so slick you want to cry because it’s too much but they feel so good, fucking you so thoroughly in tandem. They move, they all move, every single goddamn tentacle wrapped around your body, your limbs, your tits, their tips move, sliding back and forth across your skin. One pinches your nipple and you mewl, mouth agape to take in air and cry out.

A tentacle roughly pushes into your mouth, slides down your throat and pulls back to fuck it. Your face is wet and your vision is blurry, it’s too much, one stuffing itself and its pretty cum back into your aching cunt like it wants to live there, another thrusting into your ass with vigor, you feel them both, at the way they rub against your walls, against each other. Another in your mouth, pumping into your throat, so many caressing your body.

They pause for a fraction of a moment but it's enough to have you crying out for any stimulation. They dive in with newfound vigor, like they haven’t been fucking you stupid for who knows how long now, stuffing themselves so deep into your pussy and your ass and your throat. Your eyes roll back and your whole body tenses for a moment before you come the hardest you’ve ever come. You clench down at the tentacles, and nearly scream. The tentacle in your mouth pulls back and you hear your own pathetic voice, begging and pleading and babbling for more, more, please, please, please before there is a weight on your tongue. The tentacle spits its cum onto your tongue, thick and glossy, dribbling past your open lips and down your chin.

The world comes back to you in small increments. The sound of birdsong on the other side of your window. The feeling of something pumping into your ass at a languid pace before it stops and slowly pulls out. Something shoved deep inside your cunt so far you feel like you’re about to burst. The grip on your body is tight but pleasant, almost massage-like. You blink the tears from your eyes and sniffle, try to breathe.

A wail escapes your throat when the head tentacle pulls out of your pussy with an audible pop. Its cum shoots out of you, an obscene amount dribbling onto your rug, pooling between your legs, running down your skin, hot and sticky. Your breath shudders in your throat as the tentacles ease you onto your knees. More and more dribbles out of your gaping pussy, and you almost want the tentacle to shove itself back in and take you until you can’t think anymore, pump you full of its cum again and again and again until the world comes to an end.

The tentacles on your body loosen their grip. The one around your tit gives it another squeeze and flicks your nipple and it shoots a jolt to your core. More cum dribbles from your pussy as the feeling passes and your muscles relax, fatigued and aching and sore.

The pool beneath your knees shrinks. You turn despite your screaming muscles to see the tentacles retreat into a summoning circle in the middle of the pit of slime one by one. Before long, the pool dries up entirely and the circle on the floor disappears.

You should really write down a note to get in contact with the slime farm to get to the bottom of this. Instead, you scoop up a handful of pearlescent cum from the floor, and try to shove it back into your cunt.

—a/n: anon is on, feel free to comment, go nuts, describe how many times this made you cum, god I hope it made sb cum