#playing with: impreg

[deeperer-channel]

thinking about centaurs again. might just purposefully trespass in centaur territory to get kidnapped or something.

oh hi patrolling centaur guard you're looking awfully handsome. what's that? you want me to service your cock and jack you off until you cum a gallon of horse cum onto my face? okayyyy 💕 you wanna rape my womb and put a few dozen centaur foals into me? but won't that take a long time? oh, i'm just gonna have to be your rapeslave until i've been properly punished for trespassing? whatever you say 💕 i'm gonna have to alternate serving your human and horse cocks so that you get recovery time for both but i have to be raped for hours? well that's just my fault for wandering around where i shouldn't have 💕

[spookybun]

thinking of my owner taking me to the vet. the doctor comments on how cute i am and when i blush my owner laughs, rubbing my ears. they let me stay in my owner's lap at first, i'm too shy to get on the table. i can't help squirming when the vet's gloved hands cup my jaw and throat while chatting idly with my owner. i'm so jumpy the vet offers to give me some medicine to relax, my owner tells me to be a good bunny and take the treat, rubbing my nose after successfully swallowing it down. as the appointment goes on i do get more relaxed, my head is a little fuzzy and my breasts ache.

"think you can hop up on the table for me, little bunny?" it doesn't look so scary anymore. they get me on the table where the vet has me lie down first. the feeling of their hands on my skin makes my pulse race, my head swimming from the medicine. each pass over my breasts makes my clit throb, when they spread my legs, they're covered in my arousal. my owner mentions about additional pet services, but i can't follow the conversation as i watch the vet examine my bunny cunt, ignoring my needy clit.

they keep talking, moving me to present on my knees, arms tucked beneath me so my tail is high in the air and my weeping bunny cunt is on full display. when the first finger sinks in, i moan and whine, grinding back only for a firm grip to hold me still. a second finger, a third. i'm panting, wetness running down my thighs as they still ignore my clit, it's not enough. i'm stretched and inspected, my holes worked at a slow methodical pace until i'm a drooling fuzzy mess.

my owner comes around to rub my nose, telling me how good i'm being. "you're almost ready for breeding, bunny. i'll seen you after you're done with the program, okay?" i can only whine, the medicine getting stronger. they never mentioned breeding, this was supposed to just be a checkup. i watch my owner wave as they leave, the vet gives me another two doses of medicine before wheeling me back to the pens.

"here we go, little one." the vet brings me to a room full of hungry eyes, all of them pacing around in cells. the other pets here look even more worked up than i feel, the smell of their collective need making me whine and rub my clit needily. they put me down on a soft pillow in the middle of the room, giving me another nose rub before stepping out. i hear the click of the door locking before a buzz and all the cages open.

maybe now i'll find someone to give my clit that attention it needs...

[boywombs]

I wanna be roofied after rapebaiting someone, underestimating everything about the situation, in and out of consciousness while they drag me upstairs to a private room. want to panic when i realize they're not wearing a condom, fucking me like they're desperate to knock me up and I can't even form a sentence to beg them not to

[deerboybreeder]

LONG fucking fantasy below the cut whoops. Tw for rape, drugging and stalking ♥️

I move to a small town in the middle of nowhere to completely restart my life. The community is small and tight knit, but thankfully extremely accepting, so me being trans is a non issue! Or at least, people have the decency to not say anything about it to my face. I feel welcomed in this town, though I spend a lot of my time improving the patch of land I moved onto and less talking to residents, even though I've met nearly everyone.

I start getting letters in the mail, complimenting me in sweet, flowery language. It makes me feel special, but there's no return address, so I can't write back. But over time, the letters get more possessive. Once, the letter describes my body fairly graphically, in all the most complimenting ways, but it's clear they saw me working shirtless in my garden, tits free to the wind. My land is huge and fenced in, someone would have to have jumped my fence and gotten very close without my noticing to see me doing that.

I start spending a little less time at home and more time in town, hoping to make some connections to keep my mind off my "secret admirer", who started recently describing how beautiful and motherly of a man I would make swollen with his baby. I don't tell anyone about it, embarrassed by the content, and the fact that despite the obvious escalation, it makes me wet to think about all this attention. I'm not beloved by the town, but I make a few good friends.

One day, a year to the day I moved into town, a package shows up at my door. Its from my secret admirer, a very small bottle of wine with a letter attached. Praising all my accomplishments this year, in detail, in order. Singing my praises and wishing for even more in the upcoming year. Against my better judgement, I accept, and take the wine inside.

I generally am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol- I learned that recently, out with friends at the local bar. One had bought me a drink and I needed help home afterwards, and the friend that bought me the round felt so badly about my state he walked me home himself. But I had nothing else to do that day, so I poured myself a glass anyway.

I don't drink often, so I didn't recognize right away that something was wrong. Didn't notice that I was fading in and out of consciousness on the couch until one moment I was watching a documentary on wilderness survival, and the next it was about space travel. My body was heavy, I could barely move, so the couch would have to do that night.

I almost chalked it up to overindulgence when my front door opened.

It was a small town- I had no reason to lock my door. Even my secret admirer hadn't made mention of wanting to break in, just lamented that they couldn't work up the courage to approach me first. But apparently, this was how they chose to do it.

I yelled, a slurred and disoriented thing. Time was runny, and I didn't even have time to process running before they were on me. A mask, sunglasses and a ball cap obscured my attackers face, hair seeming meticulously tucked into the cap to further obscure their identity.

I tried to struggle, but I'm small and they're much bigger- not to mention the wine that I realize must've been drugged. They shush me, clearly altering their voice so I wouldn't know who they are- small town, after all.

They pull up my shirt, tangling me in it and covering my face so I can't see them. Everything is running together, and at some point they've taken my pants off too, Im lying naked before them. Everything narrows down to sensations that run together. A mouth sucking on my nipple, my attackers hands running reverently down my body. They're murmuring words I can't understand because my head is swimming from the spiked drink. Their fingers find my wet and waiting slit, and they thumb over my tdick, and despite myself I make a strangled noise.

Then, I am aware of their cock at my entrance, and I get another burst of fighting, but it's useless. They shush me, kissing the side of my face through the fabric of the shirt around my face, and promise to be gentle as they push themself into my dripping cunt. They moan openly into my ear, muffled by the shirt, and start playing with my tits while they rape me.

Everything is blurry, I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, only to wake up and find that they're still fucking me. They whisper praises, saying they wish they'd done this a year ago when I first moved in, how much of a tease I was working in my garden shirtless or changing in front of the window. How we were going to be so happy together, how excited they were to realize I had a womb they could fill. How they'd start with one, but they knew I would look heavenly round and heavy with their baby for the rest of my life.

I don't know how much time passed, them using my pliant body like a cocksleeve. They were mostly true about being gentle, aside from the bruising on my hips where they held me down. They came against my waiting cervix at least once, but it all ran together for me. After cumming inside me, they gently rubbed my stomach over my womb, scratching the trail of dark hair that sprouted over the year taking testosterone.

I wanted to cry, but they stayed inside me growing soft for a while, gently fondling me or kissing my body. Eventually, I blacked out entirely.

The next morning I couldn't pretend it was a dream- I was left tangled up in my clothes, though a blanket from my room was draped over me and my TV turned off. My cunt was sore and I had the world's worst hangover. I stumbled to the shower and tried not to throw up.

I didn't want to be alone, so after my chickens were fed I went down to the friends house who helped me home that night. He had been so kind, and we'd started getting close. He had even dismissed a mutual friend making a joke about taking advantage of me the night he helped me home- he'd just helped me to my bed and left. I could trust him.

He knew something was off the moment he saw me, and ushered me inside. He got me water from his fridge, and sat down with me to let me talk.

I told him everything. First about the rape that night, then elaborating to the stalker in tears. He looked horrified, and let me sob in his arms. He was so kind to me, so good to me. I told him I didn't want to be alone. He offered to move in with me for a little while, to make sure nothing else happened. I agreed immediately, and he started packing up his things right that second.

His time spent moved in was nice. I got up early for my chickens and garden, but somehow he was always up earlier, making me coffee and breakfast. Some days he even watered my plants for me, just to be kind. He was sweet, always there to support me. He slept on the couch with no complaints, and even held me close when a noise outside had me convinced the stalker was going to break down the now locked door and rape me again.

The admirers notes slowed. They first were promises of coming back again, to see my "beautiful fertile body" up close again. Then threats when my friend moved in. Then nothing. I thought the nightmare was over.

I had chalked up the throwing up to a traumatic response and the drugs working their way out of my system. When it continued I didn't think much of it. Attributed the weight gain to my friend fussing over me and making sure I ate well. But the slightly round look of my stomach unsettled me, so I bit the bullet and took a pregnancy test.

Positive.

I was in hysterics when I saw the lines, and my friend ran into the room asking if I was hurt. I just shook my head and showed him the test, and he took me into his arms. We both know by this point it was too late to abort in the state this town was in, and travel costs put it out of the question if I could go out of state to have it done.

My friend assured me that it would be alright. That he'd help me through this. That he'd even help me raise the baby if I didn't want to be a single father.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the kindness he'd shown me this past month or two. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me, having knelt down in front of me to make his promise of support. But I kissed him. I had fallen in love with this man, who'd taken care of me in my time of greatest need. And with the way he kissed me back, he'd fallen for me too.

It was like a switch was flipped, like he had been holding back this entire time. I invited him into my bed, and every night his hands were on me. I loved the way he felt, so happy to have someone else touch me after what happened. Every touch was adoring and reverent, he made me feel like a prince. Id beg him to cum deep inside me and breed me, and he'd get a look in his eyes when he pounded my cunt. It helped me pretend it was his baby growing inside me, especially when he'd put his hand on my growing stomach protectively.

Our relationship moved quickly. We were dating for only three months when he proposed to me, but it felt like three years. Gladly I accepted, and it took only two months to set up the wedding. He handled everything, insistent I just relax because he didn't want to stress out the baby. I was heavily pregnant at our wedding, and I heard a few murmurs about it being a shotgun wedding. I let them gossip- I hadn't told anyone about my attack, and I didn't care if they thought we were just getting married because I got knocked up. My husband and I knew the truth.

Those final few months were hard, but my wonderful husband took such good care of me. Doted on me hand and foot, took care of the chickens entirely, and with winter setting in soon I didn't need to tend the garden at all. This loving wonderful man cared for me through every stage of this unwanted pregnancy and turned it into the start of a beautiful life. It was like a scene out of a romance novel.

My labor was hard, but he was there through it all. Fussing over me and ensuring I got the best care. It hurts beyond words, the baby huge and heavy, but I managed. A sweet baby girl.

He was overjoyed. The next two months spent in a sleepy newborn haze, of course. But he was always there, at my side. He cooked dinner, kept the house tidy, watched the baby as I tended the chickens, our main income aside from a few residuals from some old novel he wrote years ago. He didn't even ask for sex, knowing I was healing, even if I wanted to regardless of doctors orders. But we waited.

The anniversary of the attack came and went, and he held me through my sobs. Reminded me that even if the experience was horrible, we had our beautiful daughter, and our beautiful relationship, because of it. And he was right. I was able to leave it behind.

As time wore on, he continued to be an amazing husband. Attentive in daily life, wonderful to our child, and absolutely fantastic in bed.

Nights spent after the baby was sleeping entwined in each other. His cock buried to the hilt in my needy cunt, his mouth on my heavy milky tits. Some nights, id let him take Polaroid photos of me impaled on his cock, or sucking him off, or stroking my tdick as his cum leaked out of me. I never saw where he kept them, but the idea that my body was so important to him he kept photos around made me feel good and loved. I never needed to ask with him, he somehow always knew what I needed, and I was often marked with hickies along my body from him. He said he was claiming every part of me.

A few months into summer, I felt off again. This time I didn't wait, and took a pregnancy test right away. Positive again. We weren't trying explicitly, but we weren't preventing it either, especially not with how I begged him to breed me every night. I told him, and he was overjoyed. I felt like I was in a fairy tale.

We decided to turn his old stuff into a playroom, since the nursery itself was small. I set to work on it in the mornings, while he was making breakfast. It was a lot to take down and move, so it took a while. While emptying his desk to have him move it to storage, I found a little cardboard box. Curious, I opened it up.

At first I thought it was the dirty photos he had taken of me. The idea of him alone in his study, fucking his hand to these photos when working late on a new story made me shiver. But then, under those photos were more. Candid shots of me out with friends, even before the baby. I hadn't gotten out much after the baby came, not like I went much of anywhere after the attack. These photos were old.

Then, the ones from my home. In through the windows while I was changing. My shirtless working in my garden. Me reaching for a gift wrapped bottle of wine.

With shaking hands, I set the box down. My husband, unbeknownst to me, had come up behind me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, in a way hours ago I would find protective but now felt like a vice grip.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked, as he placed a hand over my womb, once again full of his child. "I told you we were meant to be. That you would look beautiful heavy with my baby for the rest of your life. I know you think so too. Why else would you beg me to breed that fertile, beautiful body of yours again? Just as I said before. If it weren't for that night, we wouldn't have our daughter, or our marriage. I just wish I'd done it sooner."

[fakeboymuttt]

imagine making love to your dyke girlfriend. you start making out and it starts to get hot and heavy, so you move to the bed. you get on top of her, and start to kiss down her body, starting with her neck, to her collarbone, to her chest, to playing with her nipples. You intertwine your fingers with her lovingly while you kiss her and tell her you love her. You're straddling her, kneeling and bent over her to suck her nipples, with your pussy exposed to the air when she suddenly grips down on your hands, hard. You've experimented with BDSM to keep things spicy, you think she's just having fun. You look at her and see betrayal. Just as fast as she grabbed you, you feel a presence behind you. Then, something between your legs, a weight on the bed. You feel hands on your hips, from behind. A man's cock is Slammed into your wet pussy. You scream in surprise, shame, pain. It's huge, it feels like it's splitting you open. You can't help but helplessly stare at your girlfriend, now holding you in place while your cunt is roughly violated. She holds your wrists in place while a stanger rapes away your gold star, steadily quickening his pace. Hearing his masculine grunts when he starts to get close makes you feel sick to your stomach. You cry out into your girlfriends chest when you feel his unprotected cock throb and spill rope after rope against your cervix, only minutes after being taken by surprise.

[daisylolezzi]

Santa shows up at a lesbian's home in the middle of the night to deliver presents, but seeing the dyke in question is actually on the naughty list, he decides to take matters into his own hands and give her a gift she'll never forget.

creeping upstairs to her bedroom, Santa saw her as she slept, wearing nothing but her panties and a loose tshirt, like the whore she was. how naughty she was to make it so easy to kneel over her, lift her shirt over her heavy breasts, slide her panties to the side and slip his South Pole deep inside her.

she couldnt deny how good it felt to have Santa's heavy, girthy cock stretching her pussy, couldn't hide how her nipples hardened and sleepy moans whsipered from her parted lips with every careful deep thrust he gave her, couldn't lie about why she was getting so wet and gripped onto his shaft so tightly...

whether she was half asleep or fully, the so called lesbian lay on her back beneath him, legs spread like the good girl she was supposed to be all year, her tits bouncing as he fucked her good, making sure he was balls deep when he finally came and gave her the best gift she would never openly ask for but he knew she always wanted: sweet, thick, cum goodness from a man who would always gave her what she deserved.

[deeperer-channel]

i need to be pregnant foreverrrrrr i need to be getting fucked by a big monster with a horse cock that can get me pregnant every time it fucks me so that i can have overlapping monster babies in my womb. i need to be giving birth once or twice a day and the monster needs to rape my asshole while i'm doing it. i need to have sloppy prolapsed used-up holes from giving birth and being assraped so that i'm only ever good for the monster to use ever again. I need to be so pregnant that my belly is bigger than I am and i can't move. i need the monster to stomp on my prolapses and grind them into the floor so i can never forget they're there. i need my only nutrition to be the gallons of monster cum forced down my throat whenever i get too weak to orgasm from giving birth (which is happening daily forever) (forever do you fucking hear me)

[pretty-slvt-t1ts]

someone should come play with me:3 I didnt wear a bra or panties today like a good slut !! ready for anyone do do whatever they want to me:3 !!

[angel-of-depravity]

Subtle obsession is so wild actually

It starts off as a small thing, really. Just wanting to talk a lot. Text between doing things, maybe staying up a little too late in the night. Little do I realize you're making notes (all the easier to make when I yap and yap and yap when you really get me going)

Then with that, you start proposing "outings" (read: thinly veiled dates)

You take me out barhopping because I tell you it's something I enjoy, despite never having thought I would. You subtly note my tolerance (and, by that same account my physical intolerance and make sure I don't drink too much, just enough)

And then at one point you lure me over. You say something about this new weed vape you got- tastes really sweet and you think I'd like it (obviously, you remember me nonchalantly saying I have a hell of a sweet tooth, of course I'm gonna be down)

You don't get me crossfaded. This time. You'll hold that for another occasion

I don't notice how you've only taken one hit off this thing when I'm over, and I've accidentally repeated the mistake of not consciously thinking and instead hitting the thing like it's a cigarette (you remember the story I told you about one of my vapes I had, that because it was a cylindrical thing I did the same thing with that. You made sure this vape was the same)

You also remember me faux complaining how horny weed gets me

We're sat on the couch and I'm getting almost incessantly cuddly, definitely a lot more than just my usual like of you being the one touching me (you made the very short list of people I actually enjoy touching me, but you know I'm not someone who gets this touchy)

You test the waters.

As I'm laying against your side, head on your shoulder as we're watching something on the TV, you slowly wrap an arm around my waist. I don't say anything- which is good. You know if I'm not liking something I make it very much known the second it's going on. Sure that might make some think I'm a bitch, but it definitely works in your favor for knowing exactly how to get your hooks in me.

I still don't say anything when your hand wraps around to rest on my belly, and when it brushes lower you just hear a whine followed by me burying my now more flush face into your neck. Oh yeah, that weed's definitely working its magic.

You pull me onto your lap, and I don't stop you. I'm already halfway gone- but the fact I don't fuss is still a good sign. You wanna be able to get your hands wherever you want them to be.

You pull more whines from me as you get bolder. Thighs, hips, I don't even stop you when you inch your way to my tits. All I have in me is to whine because I've gotten to that level of high where I'm little more than a ragdoll that can feel what you're doing.

You continue to make mental notes, too, about which places get me to whine the most. The answer is a tie between inner thighs and my tits for now.

It's hard for me to move, but after a bit you realize I'm pathetically trying to rut my hips into yours where you pulled me to be straddled in your lap. Everything you're doing just feels so good, I can't help it. You take it as a greenlight to go further.

You manage to get me down to my bra and panties, my panties being soaked from your touch and the weed. Though, when getting things off, you realize I'm starting to sober up a bit and pressure me to take another couple hits to put me back down. And just one for yourself- why not?

Actually, those additional hits? You decide to shotgun them to me. You haven't actually kissed me through this, and it's something you've been dying to do. Perfect excuse, right? Besides, your tolerance is definitely sturdier than mine in the weed department, you'll be just fine.

And, it didn't seem like I was complaining much when I tried to lean into you while doing them.

You've got me right where you want me. High out of my absolute gourd and perfectly pliant and wet. This isn't the final step of your plan, but it is definitely a crucial part.

You pick me up to scoot me around, where I have my back to you. You then get your cock out from your jeans- which is almost painfully hard at this point- and you pick me up by my hips. You carefully move my panties to the side and are slow at letting me back down on your cock. It's a little hard when I feel so good to be inside of, but you don't wanna scare me... today. And you know I'm funny about sudden movements and such.

I whine and moan with every inch. And fuck if I don't feel full. Tears spill from my eyes- not because I'm in pain, but because I feel too fucking good.

... something about me in tears turns you on more and I can feel your cock twitch inside me from it. I don't question it- hell, I can't even fucking think at all with how high and how deep in the pleasure you got me.

There's a few minutes where I'm just warming your cock before you start fucking me in earnest. Your hands are easily getting me close to cumming already and the only other thing you're doing is playing with my tits. I'm leaning my head back against you, and then you realize I'm fucking drooling on myself. How cute that I'm that brain dead at the moment. It doesn't take much more for me to let out a sharper whine and for my pretty cunt to be tightening on you.

And that's only the first in several you get me to- and you're rather proud of yourself. You've heard me bitch and moan about how everyone else I've slept with couldn't get me to cum even once, not without me doing 90% of the work on my own pleasure. Which at that point I might as well have just been masturbating, really.

And maybe when I'm reflecting later, I'll chalk up the fact you "forgot" a condom to both of us being high and impulsive. I wanna see the best in you at this point- I don't think twice about it.

You absolutely did it on purpose though.

You know my silly little self has frequent and horrendous bouts of baby fever and I let slip at one point about my god awful breeding kink. If you're the one to fulfill that wish, with how things are going? I don't get a choice in if I stick with you or not, not really anyway.

You rut your hips up into me as deep as you get when you cum inside me, maybe a small whine from yourself as you bury your face in my hair and grip me tight around my torso. Just the feeling of you cumming tips me over one final time too- all the better chances for your seed to take, then.

We sit still for a long minute, and then you carefully pull me up and off and set me to the side for a second while you put your dick up. Once taken care of, you carry me back up to your room. Dolls are meant to be held by the people who claim them, aren't they?

And you remember when I was yapping about medical facts about how being held releases oxytocin- the love chemical. And you were definitely gonna use that shit against my touch starved ass.

You get woken up by me a couple of times in the night, but it wasn't anything that breeding me again didn't fix for at least a little while. I couldn't help waking up whining and wet and more than ready for another round- even if this was definitely something I'd never ordinarily do. And who were you to say no to your pretty fuckdoll, all cute like that even if I was still absolutely high as balls?

I'm still a little high in the morning- but I'm functional. I only kinda half remember things, but I don't seem upset in any capacity. Which was good, it means everything you've been doing has been working like a charm. Hell, I openly express reluctance to get out of bed because that means being away from you which is all the better.

A couple weeks go by, and sure you use condoms while I'm sober, but it also doesn't take very long for me to start getting nauseous in the mornings.

You convince me to move in, for a plethora of reasons of course. And now you really have me where you want me.

Loving, clingy, and carrying your baby.

[ryatsdollface]

drug me, kidnap me, take me somewhere where no one can find me, then use me whenever you please

[fakeboymuttt]

I made a gofundme for my top surgery. All of my friends, especially my trans friends, donate a lot, very quickly. I hit my goal in no time, and we plan a party a few months out for after I recover to celebrate. Just a few days before my surgery is scheduled, though, I get a call from insurance that they are no longer covering the surgery. It's significantly more expensive than I planned for, and the money isn't enough to cover it. I'm heartbroken and dysphoric, and I decide to keep the party date so my friends can come support me and cheer me up. When it comes around, it starts out a great night. We have dinner, and wine. We all sit around joking and laughing, with more wine. I'm more than a little tipsy when I move to a group of my trans friends sitting in the living room. I try to sit down next to one of them, but as I sit, their hands pull me into their lap. I don't have time to ask what's happening before their hands move to my chest, groping me over my binder. "What the fuck? Stop!" I yell out. She covers my mouth with one hand and roughly gropes me with the other, hard enough I think she might leave bruises in the shape of her fingers. "We've been talking.. and I think you fucking owe us. " She forces her hand under my binder. "I mean, I donated 300 fucking dollars to that, and what, now you're keeping them? At least they should go to some good use." I shake my head with tears in my eyes, trying to explain with her hand still muffling me. I can't say anything but begs and pleas to stop while she pulls and twists on my nipples and gropes my tits. "What do you guys think?" She asks to my friends gathered and watching. All of them nod and murmur in agreement. She hikes my shirt and my binder up over my chest and over my head to cover my face, exposing my tits to the open air. Another person nearby on the couch starts to grope my other breast, and I hear some people starting to shuffle in from the other room. My friend holding me in her lap shifts, and I can suffenly feel her bulge against my ass. She spreads my legs apart roughly and starts to unbutton my pants. I'm helpless to stop her as more hands descend upon my body, groping, pinching, grabbing, slapping. My pants are dragged down to below my ass, just enough to give her access to my cunt. "I think, if you keep them, you should at least use them once, you know, the way they're meant to be used" She dips two fingers into my pussy roughly and circles my tdick with my wetness. "We all thought you'd be a cute mom". She pulls her cock out of her pants and lets it rest against my stomach. I feel the tip, all the way at my belly button, already leaking precum. She picks me up and sits me back down on it, impaling me on it. Slowly, sinkingly, achingly, every inch of it fills me. She rubs my clit as all of my so called friends slap and grip my whole body. My pussy aches and burns, all of my skin feels raw at this point, and then she starts to thrust up into me. Roughly, with her hands holding my hips down in place so her head is painfully prodding at my cervix. She pushes me down on her whole length one last time when it throbs, and I feel it fill my cunt with her cum. And then, she stops moving. Impaled on her cock, I wait helpless while my sore tits are grabbed and my tdick is lazily flicked around, while she plugs her own cum deep inside me. A few minutes pass before she looks around at my full party and asks "Anyone else want her?"

[xxprettypuppyyxx]

walking around with no panties past open windows...god i hope some pervert doesn't realize my door is unlocked...

[daisylolezzi]

the frequency of my breeding fantasies has increased ever since i started browsing your blog even though i'm a lesbian 😵‍💫

omg im so honoured to be part of another dykes breaking journey 🩷🩷🩷

keep going, love. edge and cum only to the daydream of your lesbianism being fucked away and flushed out with every pump of cum a man fills your wet pussy with (because we both know its already wet, dont we 🤭)

it only feels better and better the more you let go of your hesitation and accept the bliss of being nothing but a breeding hole and cumslut for men

and once all you can cum to is the thought of men and their cocks and being filled with their cum, you'll be perfect 🩷

[deeperer-channel]

tired of being human i wish the roaches outside my house were big enough to rape me with their giant bug cocks and fill me with so much cum that i look nine months pregnant by the time i can finally stumble back inside and try to stuff my prolapsed cunt back into my body but then i gotta deal with being pregnant with giant roach larvae for like a month and i already started out so full of cum that i just look comically oversized while the cockroaches are gestating & btw my cunt is still prolapsed cause shoving it back inside didn't work (the cockroaches raped me really hard)

i can't decide if i'd rather give birth to giant squishy cockroach larvae or if i'd rather they stay inside until they have their own exoskeleton and they can just shove their way out of me (they are twice the size of a football by the time they're sturdy enough to survive outside of the human body) & also this ruins my cunt the rest of the way and drags my entire womb outside of my body. & also exposes my ovaries because of how loose and destroyed i am

then i think it would be cool if the big bugs i just gave birth to came all over my ovaries to ensure i would only ever get pregnant with bugs for the rest of my life OR maybe normal-size roaches find & infest my ovaries so even if i did manage to shove my cunt and womb back in i would just always be slowly filling up with cockroaches from the inside.

or something.

[cxntboyslxt]

Feeling the syringe inside of you, brushing against your cervix; its long, thin tip just slightly pushing into it with a bit of discomfort and pressure- stretching it just slightly to make sure that it's positioned in perfectly to make sure it takes

[pretty-slvt-t1ts]

thinking of shaving tonight :3 who wants me to!!!

If enough people dm/ask me to I might be a good slut and do it

(and show anyone who wants to see for proof:3)