Idea for easter: 'hiding' eggs in your bunny gf so she can be the easter bunny >:3
Also fun if its a lesbian couple with a snake who oviposits directly :>
A/N: Surprise Easter lil story, enjoy! (You can also read last yearâs Easter story because it was really good, too).
Egg-plump
Transfemme!Lamia x fem bunny hybrid!reader || oviposition, breeding, cum-inflation (technically itâs egg-inflation), sex toys, degradation, overstimulation, (very light) exhibitionism
âDo you want to do something for Easter this year?â You ask your lamia girlfriend, who is looking very intently at you for some reason.
She smiles, a hint of amusement in her tone when she asks: âWhat do you have in mind?â
âI donât know,â you lie. You totally know what you want. To be filled. âWhatever you want to do is fine,â you tell her, trembling in anticipation.
Her tongue licks the air in front of her, and her demeanor turns completely. She smirks, her pointy fangs showing when she flexes a finger in front of her, ordering you to get closer. You are trying really hard not to move your tail in excitement, but your ears are flinching either way.
You low-key hate how hard it is for you to hide your reaction, but the way your girlfriend is looking at you, like you are about to be fucked raw⌠Well, you donât hate it that much when it tells her how much you desire just that.
âWell⌠We could do an egg hunt.â You hum in acceptance, stopping in front of her, your little jumps up and down making her smile. âBut for that I have to hide my eggs first, do you know someplace warm and tight?â Your girlfriendâs voice drops at the end of the phrase and you shiver in anticipation.
Youâve been begging her to fill you up with her eggs since you started dating. And good goddess if she doesnât deliver.
She fucks you open with her tongue and fingers, and when you think you canât take any more pleasure, she fucks you slowly, her dick hitting every sensitive part inside of you until you canât recognize your own name anymore. You can feel your ears twitching on the top of your head, and every time she touches the little pom-pom of your tail, you let out a broken cry of her name, which she seems to love.
By the time she starts pushing her eggs inside of you, you are barely functioning, your whole body is oversensitive. Each egg feels like itâs too big, like itâs stretching you to the point of insanity, but they, somehow, fit inside of you. One after the other, until you lose count of how many she feeds your hungry pussy.
âSuch a good bunny for me, letting me breed her, fill her so completelyâŚâ She keeps whispering the filthiest things, which only drive you further into your nonsensical pleasure. At some point, she stops coming. All her eggs inside of you already. Your abdomen is distended, so full of her eggs you feel like you are about to explode. âSuch a pretty bunny, ready to go out?â
âO-out?!â You croak out and she chuckles.
âOf course, we need to go compliment the neighbors on their decoration, donât we? It was your idea.â Fuck, sheâs right, it was your idea.
âI donât- I donât know if I can go out like this,â you tell her, voice trembling.
But she only kisses the tip of your pink nose, her hand pulling at your tail and making you squeal one more time before she pushes a plug in your stretched hole. You clench around it instinctively, and she moans.
âOf course you can, bunny. Youâre gonna look so cute walking around with your little tummy all plump with my eggs...â You whimper, and she smirks, her tongue licking up your neck before whispering against your ear: âCome on, get dressed.â
She pulls away, getting dressed while you try to get up. Your legs are shaking, unable to get up from the bed while you feel her eggs inside of you, her cum. You are going completely insane, with each second your arousal grows and grows. You are pretty sure you are going to pass out because of orgasms if you walk when you are so filled up. This seems to be amusing to your girlfriend, who helps you up while she chuckles.
You get dressed with her help, and she takes you out around the corner, her arm around your waist and coughs every time you moan, to cover for you. You can feel the weight of her eggs and her come inside of you. Itâs intoxicating and completely distracting. You can barely focus enough to breathe, let alone trying to be somewhat coherent when your neighbor stops you to chat.
You only get to walk one block before she takes mercy on you and brings you back to your house, smiling cheerfully at your neighbors. The fact that you are out and about, asked to be friendly when your pussy is so filled you can feel some of her come slipping around the plug⌠Fuck, you love it.
Your lamia girlfriend lays you down on the bed, sitting back on her tail at the edge of the bed and staring at your pussy. âCome on, little bunny, show me the Easter eggs,â she says the second you are sprawled in the bed, legs open and completely exposed to her hungry eyes.
She pulls out the plug and your body shakes, a tiny orgasm ripping through your body before you feel it. The eggs slipping through your cervix. And so much of her cum it rapidly spills out.
With each egg you push out, your girlfriend grunts and your body trembles in aftershocks. Itâs too much, but you canât stop them. You canât even talk with the pleasure that it brings you. Itâs mind-numbing, and way better than you expected.
By the time all the eggs are out, you are panting, your body limp and your pussy feeling so raw you can only focus on that. Your clit feels hypersensitive, and the second your girlfriend slithers towards you on the bed and touches it, an orgasm rips through your body with such force you scream at the top of your lungs. Your girlfriend covers your mouth with her hand, but you arenât paying attention anymore, your eyes rolling back into your head and your senses transcending into a new reality where only blind pleasure exists.
You come back to your senses cuddled against your girlfriendâs scaly chest. âDo we need to wait till next year to do that again?â You whisper, voice rough.
She chuckles, âno, little bunny. Iâll fill you with my eggs every time you want.â
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i need someone absolutely obsessed with my belly. just would do anything to see the bottom of my baby bump poking out of a shirt. constantly rubbing my tummy or circling my popped belly button idly.
maybe this is the same person who knocked me up, maybe its not. i dont know, either way they just constantly want me full of life and constantly getting bigger. they're just constantly telling me how beautiful they think i am even if i'm just laying in bed.
theyll massage my back and aching milky tits. i barely even have to ask, any excuse to have their hands on me and they're on their knees. ready for whatever. every kick from the baby receives a gentle kiss. every time i whine about how heavy and bloated i am they just coo "oh, i know bunny... i'm sorry" but they don't ever mean it.
someone who holds me through my braxton hicks. rubbing my back and playing with my hair... it doesn't matter how long my labor takes, they're by my side the whole time. once my water finally breaks, they lay me on my back. pushing my legs up and guiding me as the baby, babies, whatever's inside me works down my birth canal. it hurts, but it feels easier with them by my side.
kind of just want someone obsessed with me.... taking applications i guess? đŠľ
This was so stupid, his dumbass friends were arguing about if people with vaginas had another hole up there. He stupidly yelled at them âI have a cunt you dumb fucks, I know my own anatomy!â
They went quiet. And then they were begging him to let them look. And now he was laying back on the floor with his legs spread and three dumb ass fucking idiots poking and prodding at his cunt.
âDudeâŚyour cunt is fucking hot.â One of them mumbles, using his fingers to spread his lips and look inside. âAnd your dick, itâs really growing huh? Iâve never seen an actual trick.â
âYeahâŚhey I wanna see something.â He doesnât expect it when his friends tongue is dragged against his cunt, bottom right up to his now twitching dick.
âYouâre getting hard!â
âYou just licked my fucking dick no shit Iâm getting hard!â He defended, trying to close his legs and making the other boys whine.
âNo dude come on! Weâre just looking!â
âAnd licking!â
He rolls his eyes and thatâs when he catches the only one being quiet, heâs looking at his cunt and stroking his own cock.
âYou taste really good.â
âDoes he? I want to try to!â And heâs got a face shoved between his legs, lapping at his pulsing hole and perked cock. His head throws back gasping, hands tangled into a head full of hair.
âOh myâŚfucking hell! Asshole! Give some warning!â He scolded, but he didnât pull him away.
âOh fuck, yeah dude suck his cock. I wanna see him cum.â
âIâmâŚâmmmmâŚright here asshole!â He doesnât sound as intimidating when heâs moaning and writhing on the floor. He hears the sounds of zippers going down, and he sees his friends startin to jerk themselves off.
âCanâŚdude please let me put it in. I want to fuck you so bad right now.â
âWhat?! No! Just jerk off!â
âNo dude come on please?!â
Thereâs fingers inside him now, rubbing against his sensitive nerves and making electricity shoot up his spine.
âMâŚnotâŚnot a fucking girl!â
Thatâs gets them to freeze. They share a look before speaking again.
âWe know that.â
âYeah dude, we know. Just fuckin horny yeah? And you donât need as much prep.â
âNo really, listen! Bottom this time and next time Iâll do it yeah? Fuckin wish I knew we were doin this I wouldâve prepped before coming. You got a strap right? Iâve seen it in your dresser.â
He blinks at them. Theyâre not touching him because he has a cunt. Theyâre touching him because theyâre horny idiots who all want to fuck eachother. What fucking morons. He sighs again, a smile spreading on his face as he relaxed and closes his eyes.
âFine, but you fuckers better be good at this. Iâm not bottoming for a shit fuck! Should see what you losers are doing anyway, then when I get to top Iâll show you how a man is supposed to fuck.â
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trans boy with huge wide breeding hips riding you, giggling at you grabbing at his hips as he bounces, seeing how visibly in awe you are of how big they are
him softly purring 'you like these hips, huh?' between moans when he knows damn well that all you can muster in response is a series of gasps, huffs, and 'oh fuck's
'you know what they're so nice and wide for?'
and he stops and leans in right against you, lips brushing your ear and whispers
'so i can have lots and lots of your babies~'
and slams himself down on you to make sure you cum as deep as you can inside, ensuring those hips will be serving their purpose in 9 months
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I feel like when multiples are included in pregnancy most people just think about the size of a pregnant person's belly.
What gets me is that with twins there are two, TWO babies growing in there. Two bodies growing right up against each other in the womb. Two pairs of feet constantly rolling, twisting, and turning around a poor pregnant person's tummy. Two giant heads propped up in the awkward position that they've grown into, waiting to be birthed.
I can't stop thinking of having somebody describe the position of multiples in my womb. Firm hands probing my sensitive, impossibly swollen bump to find the position of my two children growing inside of me.
Then inviting that same partner to see if they'd like to feel my twins from the inside~
letâs say youâre in an antiques shopânot really looking for anything, just browsing. itâs a cool space, packed from top to bottom with vintage furniture, and you take your time looking around until you step into a back room, barely bigger than a closet, and see the pool table. itâs in beautiful condition, its felt velvety and soft and its legs carved from some wood you donât recognize but know must be expensive from the way itâs glossy and smooth and almost seems to be glowing from within. as you run a hand over its surface, you can practically feel it purring with happiness at being touched for the first time in who knows how longâand then you realize that it is thrumming under your palm
before you can react, you feel bands of that same smooth woodâapparently livingâtighten around your ankles, and matching ones close around your wrists as the table bucks and twists beneath you until youâre pinioned on your back atop its soft felt, clothes strewn around the room, legs spread and knees pushed up to your chest, arms held above your head in its iron grip. you donât have to wonder whatâs going to happen next: another of those appendages nudges between your legs. youâre so wet already that its smooth, blunt tip slides into you easily
as it fucks you, slowly and thoroughly, you realize that you must be in the grip of a mimic of some kind. you wonder what it has in store for youâis it just seeking pleasure after waiting for so long, untouched and gathering dust, in this back room? or does it want something more? the appendage inside of you quickly drives any such questions from your mind as its unyielding length presses against all your most sensitive spots, making your knees shake and your cunt gush as you come for the first timeâbut not the last. it brings you to orgasm again and again until youâre a quivering, mewling mess, and then it sinks that appendage as deep inside of you as it can and pulls your legs even farther apart, spreading you wide as a bulge travels up its length and begins to press into you
eggs, you realize. itâs laying eggs: the first one slips into you with a distinct pop, and its size and weight are familiar. it feels exactly like a pool ball, smooth and spherical and heavy enough that when itâs joined by a second egg, they clack against each other inside of you. distracted by the feeling of another one slipping more easily through your stretched entrance, you canât remember how many balls are in a set, but you know itâs more than a dozenâhow many can you possibly take?
somewhere between the eighth and ninth, you lose count, but by the time the mimic releases you, the bonds around your ankles and wrists sliding back to wherever they first appeared from, your belly is swollen and lumpy, your womb full and heavy inside of you. when you move, you can feel the clutch moving as well, eggs knocking and jostling against each other. you do your best to put your clothes back in order, but thereâs no hiding how round your belly is. the shopkeeper gives you a knowing look when you inquire about the pool tableâs priceâbut if youâre being honest with yourself, it gives you a thrill to think that other people might know exactly why your belly is so swollen and whatâs growing inside of you. and besides, as long as you get to spend time with that table as often as you want, who cares? as full as your womb is already, you have a sneaking feeling that you can take even moreâand you canât wait to find out
I will say, the one thing about pregnancy that makes me go "okay, that's bullshit" is that pregnant ppl can't eat sushi. SUSHI??? THE BEST FOOD TO EAT IF YOU WANT ABSOLUTE HEDONISTIC DECADENCE? Something is cosmically imbalanced
Once again Monsterpreg Solves Everything. Your writhing tentacle beast offspring needs heroic volumes of seafood to grow big and strong. Your rowdy Satyr baby gives you irresistible cravings for drugs and alcohol and loves nothing more than dancing and twisting inside your womb as you laugh hysterically at your undulating belly.
You should have been more patient. You shouldn't have been as greedy. The pills would have worked if you had given them enough time, but you wanted to be busty and you wanted it immediately. The instructions on the bottle clearly say to not take more than two pills a day and now you can see why. Each breath gets harder to take as your growing breasts make your bra tighter and tighter. Warmth and pressure fill your chest, pushing it outward. The pleasure that arcs down your spine makes it impossible to concentrate. If you could think more clearly, you might have been able to get your shirt and your bra off in time. That point is long past. The clasp is too tight behind your back and trying to reach for it just makes the bra tighter. Your shirt is stretched to the limits, to the point where you can't even get it off anymore. You just have to let it run its course. Eventually, the clasp will fail and your tits will surge out of your bra. Eventually, the fabric will give up and your breasts will rip out of their confines, finally free to grow without anything holding them back. Just think of how good it'll feel to finally have your hands on them, to feel your tits expanding and pushing your fingers apart, to pinch and tug on your swollen nipples. Maybe you'll cumâhell, maybe you'll mooâBut you won't be able to stop it. You can't stop it. You're going to grow and grow and grow until the pills run their course. It's already happening. It's already started. It's too late to stop it now. So you may as well enjoy it. Just relax and focus on the feeling of your body growing and expanding. It feels so good, you might need a second bottle.
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