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Tease me, touch me until I’m dripping and then when I ask if you brought a condom say no. Say oral is okay but then don’t let me cum. Soon enough I’ll decide to just say fuck it and let you stick it in me completely raw.
Get me horny enough that I agree to using the pullout method, then hold me close as you empty your semen inside me and pretend you tried to pull out.
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Working in a lab can be difficult. After all the creature sounds so pathetic rubbing itself against the bars of its cage whimpering. Poor thing is obviously in heat/ovulating but the head scientist orders everyone to keep distance. Maybe it wouldnt be so bad if you 'forgot' to wear panties one day and just so happened to drop your clipboard at an inconvenient place near the cage and had to bend over to pick it up exposing your tender little underside. And god, tendrils wrapping around your ankles, feeling its member slither inside you and squeeze out every last pearl of ooze its been saving up all this time felt like just the kind thing to do. A few minutes in the bathroom cleaning up and no one even noticed that slight paunch which prevents you from doing that top button. You go back to your office and relax because it really has been a while since youve been fucked so well. What's a little nap on the couch? Except when you wake up, your shirt has bust open, your breasts are spilling out from your bra and oh no. Maybe this wasnt such a good idea after all... you dont even know what this thing is and now something or somethings are twitching in your swollen belly. Still the feeling is kind of delicious. You'll have to tell your boss of course but maybe after you take advantage of your elevated hormones a couple of times first.
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I have been in such a need to get knocked up. God. I want to be heavy with your baby. Give me big, active twins. Where they are constantly squirming around inside me.
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The Mimic is a particularly manipulative egg-layer. It leaves nothing up to chance, and ensures cooperation at every part of the process.
It begins by disguising itself to draw in the host. Today's host, a cleric with a heart too big for her own good, is drawn in by the muffled and indistinct shouting coming from inside a trunk in the dungeon. The sound stops as the cleric's footsteps arrive in front of the trunk, and she lifts its heavy lid with both arms as though she'd noticed no sign of deception. No sooner does the cleric lift the mimic's mouth as its prehensile tongue slings around her throat and drags her forward into the chest. Fleshy tendrils begin undressing the cleric, folding her knees to her chest, and holding her in place. By this point only her ass can feel the stiff air of the dungeon, and the rest is beset by an onslaught of sensations from wet tendrils dragging across her skin.
The mimic's tongue fights its way into her mouth, and begins pumping its aphrodisiac down the cleric's throat. Heat rises from under her skin, and her muscles relax into the guiding control of the mimic. The tongue gently thrusts itself into the cleric's throat as the mimic eases her into the new sensation of its touch. A thick tendril takes advantage of the host's newly pliable state to glide into her cunt. The tendril uses the cleric's sensitivity to draw orgasm after orgasm out of them, dulling their mind and muscles until they feel open. Any adventurers who'd pass at this point would be able to do little but watch as the cleric's bare cunt is pumped full of eggs over the course of several hours.
Once the mimic is done filling the host with eggs, of course, there still remains the issue of fertilizing them. The mimic keeps the host locked in it's jaws, baring her holes to the dungeon air. Not wanting there to be confusion of which to use, the original tendril inserts itself into the cleric's ass. After so many gulps of aphrodisiac pumped into her stomach, and the mimic toying with her ass, one can smell the cleric's needy cunt from several halls over. An adventurer pitying the cleric's fate might breed her cunt themselves to help speed up the process. It would take an entire party of adventurers, unfortunately, to pump enough cum into the cleric for the mimic to free her. More frequently, all manner of monsters know of the mimic and are drawn to it's most recent prey.
After being ravaged by the entire dungeon, the cleric is left trembling and leaking cum. If she's done a good enough job in her duties, the mimic may choose to keep her until all the eggs are laid, and use her at least a few more times. Otherwise, it will free her to lay the eggs where she will. Weighed down so heavily and without armor she won't get far before collapsing into a mewling mess as each egg brings with it an orgasm passing out of her. By then, the aphrodisiac will still be in her system and likely cause her to seek out another mimic. Of course, an experienced adventurer like her knew the risks, and understood what she was turning herself into.
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not sure what i want more rn, a womb heavy with dozens of slimy eggs that threaten to slip out at a moments notice or a womb heavy with a few thick slugs that slowly squirm their way out
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my belly is so unbearably big now. god, why did you have to give me twins? i’m so uncomfortable and swollen and it’s all your fault. it’s not even done growing yet. it’s only going to get bigger, my skin is going to stretch tighter and tighter.
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breeding sesh
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Constantly pregnant matron mother. Ostensibly she’s repopulating her House but everyone knows she’s got a fetish
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magic curse where everyone who rubs your belly puts an egg in it
and it's tricky, at first - because your belly is flat. why would anyone touch it? You have to be sneaky. Each person can only put one in. You ask a friend if they can feel a weird lump. And as they rub cautiously, worried, you feel the growth - they say yes, unsure. You reassure them it's fine.
By the time you've had a few, though, you're starting to look pregnant. And the more people touch, the more they want to touch. Random strangers don't even need encouragement, asking when you're due, feeling for the baby that isn't in there. You wonder how long it'll take to start laying them...
you wonder how many people will add an egg to your clutch
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just imagine, a wizard hires you to smuggle a rare dragon egg for him, after a long ritual he's finally able to teleport it into your womb.
now playing it off as a pregnancy, you just hope whoever is meant to be receiving the egg knows how to get it back out
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cannot relate to those posts that are like "breeding is hot but actually getting pregnant is awful" because i wanna send baby bump updates to the girl who came inside me so she can brag about how big i'm getting
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Spooky Season Day #2
Concept: You're a young farmer who's immigrated to one of Earth's satellite colonies with the promise of land and freedom. After a one-night stand with a strange creature and their 'unique' appendages, you awaken the next morning to find your belly tight and almost impossibly round. Looks like the soil isn't the only thing that's fertile here.
(A Spooky Season prompt. Feel free to put it to good use! 😘)
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Thinking about fighting a monster when it injects me with a strong numbing agent and I fall limp to the floor. Something I aimed to kill now removing my clothes and folding me in half on top of a rock leaving me completely exposed in a position I would never put myself in for it.
Its flared, meaty, bitch breaker of a cock emerges hot from its sheath and glides right in, my relaxed hole accepting every inch and allowing it to slowly and tenderly breed me without struggle. A strong fighter will make a strong carrier for its offspring, willingly or not.
Looking at my dumb, emotionless face, it fully hilts and spills cum deep inside of me, massaging its balls for every drop as a soft bump slowly expands and expands till my tummy is loaded with fertile seed and what’s soon to be its first brood.
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you've been sleeping around with the local rodeo star. it was just a friends with benefits situation. like hell you would date that cocky jackass. but then you notice that your belly has started to swell and your work clothes fit snugly around the middle. and you start to get out of breath doing your usual chores around the ranch. your lover knows exactly whats happening and he is pleased, knowing he knocked up the most stubborn person in town. he takes great pride in knocking you up. he buys you new clothes, saying you dont have to buy them because he's got it. but he intentionally buys clothes that are too tight still, wanting the curve of your belly to be obvious to everyone. he rubs his hand over your belly often. he comes up behind you and rubs your belly, jokingly telling you that you're getting as big as the cows, which promptly earns him an elbow to the gut, not that he minds. he tells you often that this'll be the first of many. he'll keep pumping more and more babies into that little womb of yours. he loves seeing you heavy with his baby and never wants to see you with an empty womb again.
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