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When your brain does not work anymore... and your tits are bigger than your head... plus lips pumped as big as you could... than you have a duty to fulfill... get on your knees... and save your day by sucking cock!

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Remember that you are just a piece of meat meant to entertain and pleasure Men. So when Men make fun of you. Just say, "Thank you Sir" and send them a video of your tits. That way they have something to masturbate to later.

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Are you just going to ignore her!?

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lardy girl fattens herself beyond recognition 🐷

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not sure what your lower belly is doing but I'm here for it! O⁠_⁠o just looking more doughy and massive by the day

me looking like a complete and utter fucking dumpling last night

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Cow Slick Flaunts It!🐮💕

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Men have the ability to control you no matter where you are. So if you get a text saying to "flash your tits". You obey it like a good girl cunt and record it for their pleasure.

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Well this sure hit me like a ton of bricks

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Facials are key for any hentai…

Our PATREON has GREAT FACIALS…CUM SEE

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Goth Bimbofied... Elayne?

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I’ve been sick for what feel like forever 😩 did you miss me?

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This is probably my nichest kink but like imagine being pregnant. Imagine getting pregnant. Being bred full of cum day in and day out till it takes and then some just for good measure. Imagine being kept pregnant. You're all plump and round and soft and your tits are full of milk and you're so dumb now but it's socially acceptable coz 'pregnancy brain lol'. And you're so consistently, so insatiably horny. And sensitive. You can have a train run on your pussy, ass and mouth and that clit is still tingling.

Imagine in a fantasy world being cursed with perpetual pregnancy. You're so soft and sensitive and pliant and just easy pickings. Just being taken care of and fucked all day every day. Tits full of milk hanging low, sometimes milked like a cow in heat, sometimes in public as a show people pay to watch. Sometimes having those big soft milky tits tied up so you can't even leak and just get fuller and bigger till it hurts and you have to beg to be milked like a cow. Dumb as one too. Pussy constantly drip drip dripping. The perfect toy.

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You had discovered this seemingly untouched paradise a few months ago, while on a solo trip, making camp whenever the sun threatened to set. You have never seen anything like it, truly; a stunning, wide waterfall into a massive lake, surrounded by foliage and trees that quickly thickened mere yards from the lake itself. Enticing flowers, soft native grasses, preening ferns, all encased by tall, withstanding, trees with an abundant of leaves.

You hadn't expected what lurked in the pond, but you had seen the teasing of a cave opening behind the waterfall. It was hot, you had been walking, and you were sweaty, and most of all- alone, so you thought. Surely a quick dip would hurt, right?

You dropped your gear far enough away to not get wet, stripped your clothes and laid them out to dry, and swam into the lake, brushing past what felt like water plants.

It was but mere minutes of splashing about and enjoying yourself when, suddenly, what you thought was a plant quickly wrapped itself around your leg, another taking your other leg, and as what felt like suckers began to stick to your legs for a better grip, you realized that what you had brushed was not, in fact, plant-like at all.

Too little, too late- suddenly there were more tentacles- because these had to be tentacles, even if they belonged to no octopus or squid on the planet- began to brush against you, wind around your waist to better hold you in place despite all your efforts to struggle out.

And then, one of them, a much thicker-feeling one, brushed against your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted as all bodies do, and whatever it was that had you seemed to know it too.

You didn't even have time to gasp, before that tentacle was teasing your folds, finding your warming hole, and burrowing in.

Any sound you would have made was cut off by the sudden rush of being filled, and then the tentacle continued to push in even further, stretching you out, stuffing your pussy full, and then going even further- past your cervix, which oddly enough didn't even hurt.

You felt hot, all over but especially in your core and your clit and your hole. You felt yourself getting wet, despite being in the water. You had stopped struggling the moment the tentacle found its way inside you and had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in.

The tentacle made its way into your warm, ready womb, and began to feel around, pushing and prodding at different areas, before oh-so-slowly retreating. You swore you were there for entire minutes as it pulled out of you.

Once it did, you heavily mourned its loss, but you had barely a moment to brace as you were pulled forward, into the waterfall and then behind it into the cave and then further, away from the sunlight and into the dark, where the tentacles glowed but not enough to reveal what had you.

You were laid on the stone floor where it sloped into the water, your bottom half submerged, and the tentacles wrapped around you again and spread your legs as far as they could go, except this time more held you down by the torso, entwining around your plump tits, and bound your arms above you.

You watched in odd anticipation as a tentacle that had to be even thicker than the last felt you down, teased your fold open much like the last one, and bulled into your hole without hesitation. You were filled up almost immediately, and then stretched further than you thought possible, and a single, short and utterly filthy moan escaped you.

The tentacle thrust into you as much as possible, but it didn't go past your cervix, and instead seemed to pull out of you almost as slowly as the last one- this creature was fucking you.

And you felt nothing but pleasure and heat and the need for more- you wanted it to fill you to the brim, to burrow into your womb like the last one and stay there.

It was teasing you by pulling out so slowly. You whined and moaned and wordlessly begged. When it was just the tip left, it paused, and the excitement you felt at getting split again waned when it did nothing, just stayed there. You began to get restless, and frustrated, and needy.

And when you least expected it, it thrust into you again as fast as before, trying to fit even more of itself into you, and all you could do was shout in ecstasy.

When it pulled out, it went faster, and didn't wait for anything before bulling into you again. With every retreat, it got faster, and faster, and faster, and next thing you knew you were laying there getting endlessly fucked by it, no space to breath, constant whimpers and cute moans and trembling limbs. The tentacles coiled around your breasts began to squeeze in time, and suckers latched onto your nipples to suck in time, and next thing you knew you were approaching the edge-

And then, with one last, massive, fast fuck, it billowed in you, and pushed past your cervix, where you felt the tip expanding, and everything... stopped?

You whined, high and loud and slutty, looking down at where your pussy was stretched around a glowing tentacle, only to see something inside stretching the limb around it, moving down, down, down... to your entrance, where it stopped.

The creature tensed the muscles behind the egg, thrust the tentacle deeper into you, where the bulbous shape pushed past your folds, pushing against the walls of your pussy even more than the tentacle had, and you keened, higher than you thought possible for you and echoing throughout the cave, as it slowly inched its way further in, slipping past your cervix and into your womb, where you felt a rush of something, and the round shape settle into you. It was laying its eggs in you.

You had never been so wet.

Eagerly, you opened your legs impossibly wider, and watching with whoreish anticipation as each egg made its way to you, where you matched its thrusts to get the eggs inside of you as fast as possible, to settle into your waiting womb.

The space between each egg got shorter and shorter, until they were each coming right behind the other, and no more thrusts were needed because your entrance was perpetually kept stretched open enough for each egg to slip on by. The creature still did, at random, to keep you edging. This was the best fuck you've ever had.

Slowly, you watched your stomach expand as you quickly lost count of eggs, first a slight bulge, then a prominent one, and quickly enough you couldn't even see the tentacle nor your pussy anymore, and even further beyond. 9 months pregnant, then past due, then twins, then triplets, and even further beyond that. The tentacles shifted and rolled you onto your side as you got bigger and bigger, shifted everything inside of you and you almost came then and there.

Whole feet, then yards. You were pregnant with a whole adult person, then two.

It stopped at three, before exiting your cervix, but the expanded tip didn't shrink, and there were still eggs in it. It laid them in your hole, then, three of them- they kept you perpetually stretched out, and you knew you were going to be edging for a long while. You were excited at the idea, and felt a gush of slick in anticipation.

The third one sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open, and the tip stayed inflated as it held them in place, before-

More tentacles, thinner than the last but still thick enough, multiple of them- you couldn't see past your engorged belly to count how many- pushed and fought their way past the eggs into you, at different speeds and stopping at different lengths inside, bulling into your womb and stopping right at it and only going halfway through or just shy of the tip, each of them fucking you at their own pace, and your screamed in a rush and blissful heat and joy and pure dopamine flooded your system, finally cumming, and the tentacles fucked you all the way through it and then past it, endlessly thrusting in and out until you were edging on a second orgasm, at the very precipice, before they each seemed to inflate in girth and then gushed themselves, fertilizing the eggs inside you.

Nothing dripped out, thanks to the one still holding everything in place, and centimeter by centimeter, all the limbs left you. The eggs in your pussy were so big that you couldn't close your legs together even if you wanted to, and your stomach was so absolutely massive that you couldn't even move. The other limbs around your waist and arms and tits stayed, keeping you in place. You were beyond frustrated, squirming and grinding your legs together to try and get you past that edge of the climax, but the tentacles stuck to your nipples and wound around your tits squeezed and sucked hard in punishment, and while it was delightful, it did nothing.

You were stuck, irritated in the best way, stuffed beyond measure, bound and naked until you laid the eggs or they hatched in you, and you were more than happy, honestly.

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Something about working on a farm, hauling bales of hay and milking cows, makes you feel like a real man. The minotaur who oversees the barn treats you like one, slapping you on the back and giving you dirty jobs, even though he’s a foot taller than you and twice as wide.

He’s so big, in fact, that sometimes you can’t focus on anything but the swell of his biceps. When he takes his shirt off in the heat and his back muscles ripple, you might swoon.

You force the feelings down. You can’t fuck a coworker, even if you have to crawl home and jack off every day instead.

Breeding season hits, and you spend every day helping the cows until you don’t have energy for anything else. You stay late one night and stop into the barn to grab your jacket when you hear the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. You think a bull has got loose to mount the heifers, and start forward.

It’s your minotaur, braced against a wall, eyes shut, mouth panting, fist around his cock. It’s the biggest you’ve ever seen, bigger than you ever imagined, and you’ve been eyeing his obscene bulge in his tight jeans for weeks. A proper bull cock with a flared head, thick against his massive hands.

You take a step forward, already half cockdrunk. You want to wrap your tiny hands around it, if they’ll reach.

His eyes snap open and lock onto yours. You can’t breathe.

“Please,” he rasps. “I need…”

All you can do is nod.

He pulls you to him, pressing you against his thick belly and barrel chest. He’s huge and sweaty and smells of bull, and he’s so talk his cock rubs against your breasts while you’re both standing. You would jack him off that way, but taking your binder off would take too long. Your thighs are already dripping slick.

He shreds your jeans, lifts you against the wall, and sinks you onto his length. Your eyes roll back at the stretch as he pushes against your cervix. He snuffles your neck and slides you down farther. You press against your stomach, jacking him off through your belly.

Long before you adjust to his girth, he’s driving into you, slamming you against the barn wall, bellowing and grunting. One hand holds you up, the other desperately kneads at your nipples through your binder. “Need,” he groans. “You. Need you. Months. You.”

He jerks inside you, shooting thick ropes that bloat your womb until your belly presses against him. His monster cock keeps every drop inside you.

“Months,” he says again. “And every bull in here bellowing his need to breed, and here you are, perfect little heifer for me, and I couldn’t have you.”

He lowers you to the ground, his cock somehow staying nestled inside you. It throbs, thickening.

He rips your shirt off you, then unfastens your binder. Your heavy D breasts feel different under his appreciative gaze. He palms them, works nipples between his rough fingers. You touch your clit while he spoils your milk bags, praising them with a low, desperate voice.

He’s fully hard inside you, pressing out your belly, massaging every inch of you. He’s going to fuck you until his bull stamina gives out, until you’re bred with his calf, until your udders swell and double in size.

Bulls have instincts to follow, after all.

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An orc with a breeding kink, who loves stuffing people full with his oversized cock and watching his seed grow. He’s taller, broader, better endowed than the rest of his tribe, and mounting other orcs isn’t enough for him.

He raids villages and picks out the breeders with the neediest cunts and narrowest hips. He keeps them all in a house together, trying to ease each other’s pain. Each night he picks one or two of them to pleasure him.

All of them are tiny, mostly humans but a halfling and an elf or two mixed in. He watches the way their bodies are transformed carrying the future warriors of the tribe. Each successive pregnancy their hips get a little wider, their breasts a little heavier. But none of them will ever comfortably carry his massive offspring, so every time they go into labor he has several days of pleasure watching them struggle.

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Remember that a feminist set of holes is never beyond saving. If you give them them a cock to service, they will quickly fall into line like they are meant to be. So make sure to help rehabilitate any silly confused feminists you find.