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he's in active labor, he just needs to open his legs a little wider

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holding his legs open as he screams, letting the baby descend naturally, against his will, crying and writhing as his hole is opened, begging to close his legs

opening his legs wider, not letting him wiggle away from the pain, opening him wider until his thighs tremble from the stretch, watching until he gasps, breathless, as the baby descends through his open cunt

listening to the rapidly building whine coming from his throat, as another contraction makes the baby descend until it breaches his lips, he begs again to let him close his legs, to let him get leverage to push

his legs are kept in place and a hand spreads his pussy open, feeling the head, he sobs as another contraction pushes the baby down, his arms are tied and his lungs crushed as his chest is pushed into his belly, his back tenses and tries to straighten to give him leverage, but he can't move, he can't push, he cries as the baby is pushed out slowly, contraction-by-contraction

his legs cramp, and his pussy burns as it opens, fingers push into his hole, the opposite direction he's supposed to be pushing, he cries out as they pry into his hole alongside the baby's head, stretching him open wider, a contraction hits and he can't breathe through the pain, his hole squeezing the baby's head and fingers together

the fingers leave him and he's left to birth naturally, each contraction moving the baby's head millimeters further down his canal, by now the head is crowning and his hole is a burning ring of fire as the head head holds him open, each contraction squeezing his belly tight and forcing the baby against the small opening of his pussy

he gasps and tries to move, the pain in his groin building, the baby massive, grinding against his pelvis, he wants it to be over more than anything, but he can't push and the contractions are getting more intense and painful, but are no longer moving the baby downwards

he's pushed forward, the bindings on his arms keeping him upright as his pussy is turned so it open straight down, the turn in position moved the baby and he can feel a new pressure against his hole, the weight of the baby pulling it downwards

his legs are opened wider, his knees brought up to his armpits, and he screams as the tendons in his thighs strain, on the next contraction, his legs tense and something in his muscles snaps, he throws his head back and chokes on his spit as the contraction takes the breath from his lungs, tears forming, his thighs trembling and his stomach clenching in pain, with his pussy held open, offering no resistance, the baby moves to a full crown

finally, air fills his lungs and he wails, crying through the pain, unable to do anything to stop it, he sobs as he waits for another contraction, his groin and inner thighs white-hot with pain, barely able to take a full breath

he cries when a contraction starts, tired of enduring more pain, his belly squeezes the baby and it strains his hole, he tries to engage what he can feel of his lower muscles to push the baby out, but it doesn't budge, the contraction ends with a frustrated howl, and his pussy is left straining, filled with a nearly born baby

another contraction comes. then another. the baby is stuck inside him at a fill crown

he's openly sobbing, pleading with the baby to get out, his pussy is pale and taught, minute tremors move through his lower muscles

his legs are moved again and he snaps his head back and pleads to not move his legs, but his cries are ignored and his knees are harshly pulled back, pushing his groin forward and opening his pussy up, the tendons pop in his legs

he curls forward and yells, taking gasping breaths, trying to scream to stop the treatment, his vulnerable pussy straining and nearly ripping, another contraction has him screaming through girted teeth, as the baby moves slowly, the head filling his pussy and slowly sliding out, he takes panting breaths, crying in pain, as the contraction releases, he sobs, pleading for the baby to move more

on the next contraction the baby's head finally pushes out of his pussy, letting his lips finally release and partially close, he takes a gasping breath and pants through the pain, his belly trembles as the baby is held half inside and half out of him

his legs are still on fire, unable to tense or move, his hips are stretched and he asks to let his legs close just a little but, but they aren't moved from their overstretched position, he keens and rolls hi head in pain, his poor cunt still stretched around the baby's neck, waiting for another contraction to push the baby out of his hole

contraction after contraction come, the baby's shoulder's barely bigger than it's head, but even more difficult to birth without pushing

he isn't given any reprieve, his legs held open so far they are nearly breaking, his groin tensed, and arms trembling from being restrained behind him for so long

his head rolls, delirious in pain, crying softly, his pussy wrecked and throbbing around the baby's neck, the start of each contraction pushes the baby down, but by the time they end, the shoulders get sucked back into him, he cries and cries, trying to push, willing the baby to be born

The hands finally return back to his pussy, fingers uncomfortable and uncaring as they trace the neck of the baby, opening his hole wider, bruising his tender flesh

he squeezes his eyes shut as he cries as his hole is forcefully opened wider, it's difficult to get air into his lungs, his head hung low, choking on his tears, eventually his hole is left alone again and he silently cries as he waits

the next contraction grips his center and pulls his belly painfully towards his spine, the baby slowly moving out of his hole again, however this time, the shoulders to not retreat and his hole is held open in a burning stretch again, pathetically he whines and whimpers as the baby slowly moves out of his body

each contraction is like being squeezed by giant hands and the time in between feels like a million years of wait time, the baby slowly moves out of his hole, pushed centimeter by centimeter by his internal muscles, he is forced to endure the entire process, unable to speed it up or help it along, his lower half already wrecked

on the final contraction, the baby is finally pushed out of his body and he collapses in his restraints, weak and gasping, he cries silently, his hole a gaping and dripping fluids on the floor below

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Inspired by @boytumms: haunted chess pieces teleport into a boy's stomach when he loses

The boy heard about the haunted mansion from a co-worker, he'd watched enough urban exploration videos to be curious what he could find there. He charged his phone so he could record his night and changed into a nondescript outfit, so he could blend into the shadows before he approached the mansion, so he thought he was prepared.

He never expected to fall through the rotten floorboards the second he walked into the house, only to fall into the basement. The boy coughed at the dust, looked up, and screamed at the old skeleton sitting at a table. The skeleton reached a hand across the table, indicating to the chair across from him, a chess game set up on the table between them. The boy scrambled around the room, looking for an exit, but the one door was locked and there weren't any other exits. The skeleton was still indicating to the table, he asked if he needed to play chess to leave, but the skeleton didn't speak. Eventually the boy sat down in the other chair, trying to remember everything he knew about chess from that two month period he went through an online chess obsession in junior high school.

The boy was playing white. He went first. The boy and the skeleton made a few moves each, but when the skeleton took the boy's first pawn, his stomach clenched. He wondered what would happen if he lost. The skeleton was playing methodically and it made the boy nervous. A few more moves later, the skeleton took another of the boy's pieces and his stomach clenched again.

He felt sick to his stomach the longer the game went on. It wasn't until the skeleton took the boy's knight when he noticed that it wasn't just a stomach ache, his belly was in physical pain. He placed a hand to his stomach and noticed it bloated. His skin was warm and tight, he pushed a gentle palm to his belly and felt *something* move inside him. He startled, shoving the chair back and standing up. He yelled at the skeleton, demanding to know what was happening to him. The skeleton remained silent.

The boy looked from the board and to the skeleton, still cradling his bloated belly, and moved to sacrifice one of his pawns. When the skeleton took his pawn, the boy immediately felt his belly shift, moving to his insides to make room for the small wooden chess piece. He panted and looked around the room frantically, as if that would manifest a exit that he didn't see before. His mind reeling. The chess pieces were filling him. The pieces were huge, obviously carved of hardwood, some pieces were longer than his fingers, thick and heavy. One or two were small enough to not notice, but he could definitely feel the five pieces inside him. He had 16 pieces to potentially lose, how many could really fit in his belly?

The skeleton reached a hand out like before, motioning for the boy to sit in the chair. The boy whimpered and panted in fear. There wasn't another option. He sat back down, feeling the way his full belly deformed to fit around his legs. He shut his mouth and swallowed another whimper, looking directly at the skeleton, trying to see if there was any other information he could get from the emotionless face.

They continued playing. When the boy took the skeleton's pieces, they seemed to just disappear, but when the boy's pieces, he felt each one enter his bloated belly, shoving against the ones already inside him. The skeleton was clearly an expert, far below the boy's skill level and it was obvious the skeleton was controlling the game, only allowing the boy to take their pieces when they wanted it, and pulling off strategies that were clearly laid out multiple-rounds before. The boy's belly filled, bloating in front of him, filling quickly with nearly all of the boy's pieces. The hard edges of the wooden pieces dug into his tender belly, feeling like he was being punched from the inside. Tears filled his eyes as he lost piece after piece, leaving him trapped in-game, and no doubt, in this basement.

When the boy was left with only his king, the skeleton let the game ended in a stalemate. With a wave of their hand, the remaining pieces cleared from the board and new pieces were placed, ready for another game.

The boy let out a sob. He looked to the skeleton, pleading with them to let him go. His belly hurt so bad already. He didn't know if he could go through another game. He told the skeleton he was sorry for coming to the mansion, he would just leave and never tell anyone about the mansion. The skeleton only looked to the prepared chess board, ready for the boy to make the first move again.

The boy sat in the chair and cried for a moment, unable to stop himself. His belly was tight and he could feel the hard wooden pieces poking through and bruising his skin. It felt like a whole melon had been shoved in his stomach, stuffing his body. He didn't even know how he was going to get the pieces out of him. He asked the skeleton if he played again and won, would the skeleton let him go? The skeleton nodded, looking back to the chess board, waiting. The boy whimpered, he didn't know if how long it would take before he would be able to win one game.

He made his first move. The skeleton was ruthless this time. The boy wasn't able to take even one of the skeleton's pieces, while the boy was filled with all his pieces within minutes. The boy cried throughout the game, tears flowing down his cheeks, one hand permanently against his expanding mid-section, trying to do anything to ease the pain he felt as the pieces squeezed and stretched his belly even larger. The skinny jeans he wore strained against his hips, squeezing his lower belly tight, pushing the volume of his belly above his waist band. The boy panted and moaned when he was filled. The game ended in another stalemate and the skeleton waved his hand to start another game.

The boy leaned backwards in the chair, opening his legs as far as they would go, stroking his sore belly, groaning in pain as cramps squeezed his insides, his body rejecting the massive volume forced inside him. There were 30 pieces in his belly and it looked like he was pregnant. He had to lift his shirt to make room for his expanding belly. The pieces moved and shifted against each other, catching on the intricate details, deforming his belly and bruising his insides. He begged to the skeleton that he wasn't able to beat him in chess, apologizing again for coming to the mansion, promising to never return if the skeleton would leave the boy go.

The skeleton remained silent. They started a third game, the boy in tears. It lasted longer than the second game, but ended in another stalemate. The boy never stopped crying. The fourth game was started. The boy couldn't even think about his moves anymore, his stuffed belly was so tight he couldn't think about anything else. Another stalemate.

The boy cried in the chair, holding his poor belly. He was swollen and heavy, it felt like a bowling ball was sitting against his hips, heavy and dense inside him. The boy was sobbing, apologizing and begging the skeleton to let him go. Through his tears, he did everything he could to not move, every little quiver disrupted the chess pieces inside him, causing them to shift and poke his insides, increasing his pain.

When the skeleton waved the start of a fifth game, the boy wailed, crying over his bloated belly, sobbing and telling the skeleton that he couldn't play another game, he was in so much pain.

They sat there in near silence for nearly 5 minutes, the boy softly crying and rubbing his belly, trying to breathe through the pain. Then the skeleton waved their bony hand and one of the boy's pawn's disappeared from the board and filled the boy's belly. The boy yelled out, whipping his head between the skeleton and the board. Another minute later, a second pawn disappeared from the board and filled his belly.

The boy yelled for the skeleton to stop, lifting one his pieces and moving it forward, starting a fifth game. The skeleton seemed satisfied and dropped their hand, resuming the game. The boy panted and whipped his tears as he played the remaining of the game as slowly as he could. Every new piece that filled his belly was agony, stretching him further, his exposed belly deformed, pieces visibly poking through his skin.

The boy struggled through the fifth game. Then the sixth. And the seventh. The boy was in agony, his mind a haze of pain as he struggled to soothe his poor belly, while the pieces filled him relentlessly, the hard and sharp edges brutal on his tender insides.

Hours later, during the eight game, the skeleton moved their body for the first time the whole night. They looked to the wall with the door and back to the game board, moving to obviously sacrifice one of their key defensive pieces. The boy took advantage and took the piece. The skeleton let the boy win the remaining of the game. The boy gasped in relief, not believing what was happening, after a night of torture. His belly looked more than nine-months pregnant now.

They played until the boy was finally allowed to win. At the end of the game, the skeleton stood up and waved the board pieces away. They turned to the locked door, and as it opened, letting in the first rays of the morning rising sun, the skeleton disappeared, leaving the boy with a filled belly and an empty room.

The boy scrambled out of the room and up the stairs to the first floor and out of the house, holding his overfilled belly as his legs waddled as fast as he could.

Outside the sun shined through the overgrown bushes covering the property. The boy ran to the edge of the property, near the broken fence he used to slip in the night before. The boy knelt in the dirt on his hands and knees, panting, feeling the way his belly hung low, nearly touching the ground. The chess pieces were heavy and pulled his spine into a curve, hanging low, lumpy and tender.

He was happy to be alive, but didn't know what to make of the night. His belly was proof it happened, but his mind was still in disbelief from spending the whole night with a skeleton now he was in broad daylight. He was going to keep his promise and tell no one about what happened. He struggled to push his shirt down and his jacket around his bloated midsection. Whimpering, he ducked under the broken fence and walked off the property, nervously glancing behind him, wondering how he was going to get the massive amount of chess pieces bloating his belly.

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Experimental breeding program where scientists are creating new cross-breed species for research. They use human-incubators to speed up the breeding process, a live environment the scientists can control. The breeders are strapped into cages, their holes and belly exposed for the scientists. When they breed the new species, they can directly inseminate into the breeder's holes and watch the impregnation process through an ultrasound.

Research is slow because the funding restrictions require that three specimens must be successfully birthed from at lease two different breeders before the scientists can submit a potential new species for study. The breeders are used 24/7, the scientists finding ways to staff the lab during overnight when breeders will be due to give birth and will need immediate re-insemination.

Between two different breeders, they will often birth 4-5 identical species, but one or two will be genetically 1% different from the others, forcing the scientists to start over again. The new species has to be able to be reliability replicated.

The breeders can take it. They know no difference and only know birth from their positions in their lab cages. Their bellies swell and then empty, their holes are efficiently pumped with a fertilized species, then left alone for weeks and weeks, until they are tortured open by the massive stretch of a new species. They cycle then starts over again. Once a month, they birth something they will never see, their lives in the darkness of the cages they are strapped into.

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Nurse in the School for Subs Part 3: Do not skip lessons Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The two second-year girls were progressing nicely. They were in tears as their bellies expanded and their holes struggled to endure the wide stretch.The nurse could see the way their groins quivered around the massive plugs, inflated to their near maximum. Both girls struggled to even out their breathing as they whimpered and gasped during their punishment. When the nurse walked over, both girls looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging their punishment to be over, but both remained silent, not daring to ask or stop their punishment before the nurse deemed them done. The nurse nodded to the girls in encouragement before heading over to the fourth-year boy strapped in a kneeling position on the cot.

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The nurse went back to the supply closet and returned wheeling a thrusting dildo. She rolled it to the edge of the bed, just behind where the fourth-year boy was kneeling, and secured the stand to the legs of the bed. The boy was crying silently, his shoulders shaking as he held himself up, knowing what was going to happen. She moved the boy's legs, unstrapping his knees one at a time and lifting them so they were pulled back and cradled by the thrusting machine, forcing his back to bend into a beautiful arc. 

She quickly attached a thick dildo and positioned it at his backside, the tip just breaching inside his hole. The fourth-year boy was compliant throughout the process, accepting his punishment, but he whimpered when he realized the nurse wasn't going to prep or lube his asshole. 

The nurse shushed him and simply told him to prepare for his punishment. She stroked one of the boy's shaking legs. She told him this was for his own good, he just needs to be reminded of who was in control. She brought up the fact that this was the third time this semester he was caught. Though he has good submissive instincts, he needed to learn how to follow the rules and not be swayed by peer pressure. Luckily his house also wanted to break him of this bad habit and has approved all levels of punishment for the boy. The nurse moved back to the thrusting dildo and told him he'll need to focus on learning this lesson if he ever wants to have a good placement after graduation. 

She turned the machine on. It immediately thrust into the boy's insides, filling his rectum, breaching through his inner sphincter, filling his sigmoid colon, and forcing itself into his intestines. His prostate was brutally crushed, the thick dildo pressing against every inch of his inner tract, dragging along his walls. When the dildo slid out, his prostate got rubbed raw from the friction and his inner sphincters spasmed in shock. When the dildo thrusted in again, it felt like getting punched in an already sore bruise. When it pulled out, his eyes rolled back and choked on a gasp. It felt like his insides were hollow. When it thrust in again, he could feel the tip of the dildo driving deep into his core, twisting around the bend in his intestines, the base stretching his hole wide, the dildo stuffing his insides.

It thrust in and out, again and again. The air was pounded out of his lungs. He collapsed onto the bed, no longer able to support himself, his ass was raised and his back bowed in a deep arch, allowing the dildo to shift deeper. Suddenly, he could feel it bulging out his belly. The boy gasped, making small breathy moans, trying to breathe through the brutal and sudden assault on his insides. It felt like his world shifted, the dildo pounding into his core, forcing the boy open and rearranging his insides to accept the additional volume. His mind was going blank as the dildo fucked into his core, pounding hard into his body, leaving him no room but to think of himself as a receptacle for the massive rubber cock destroying his ass.

The nurse smiled behind him and stroked her hand over his trembling back, feeling the way his muscles clench involuntarily, wracked with sensation and pleasure. He was gurgling, trying to stop the noises coming out of his mouth, trying his best to accept the giant dildo thrusting inside him. She can tell that he was nearly to his breaking point, he just needed another reminder as to who was in charge of his pleasure. She moved back to the thrusting machine and turned on a switch.

The dildo started vibrating, electrifying the boy to his core, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream, air barely coming out of his lungs as he was paralyzed with overstimulation. The dildo continued fucking him throughout the process, thrusting hard and deep into the boy's ass, dominating all sensations in his nether regions, continuing to build the stimulating pleasure within the boy. 

The boy finally broke. He screamed. His wails were piercing and sounded absolutely ravaged. He clawed his hands in front of him, chest pressed to the bed, trying in vain to crawl away from the thrusting machine. His nails dug into the thin sheet, stretching the fabric, but his legs are still firmly bound to the machine, its dildo easily thrusting in and out of his asshole, the vibrations shaking the boy all the way to his fingertips. He cried, arching his back even more, trying to get away from the sensations, but actually allowing the dildo to thrust further into his belly, shrieking when the dildo pushed so far into his intestines it looped back around itself, hitting itself as it thrust inside the poor boy. He shook his head, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, gasping and yelling each time the dildo forced its way into his struggling body.

He started sobbing, letting out small apologies. The nurse wiped his forehead and told him he was doing such a good job. If he's really sorry, he needs to remember this lesson she's teaching him. He agreed, nodded, doing anything that might decrease the length of this punishment even for a few seconds, he was really, really, so very sorry right now. 

The nurse rubbed his jiggling bubble butt and told him he will need to take this punishment for a while. Then they can start the second part. The boy froze eyes wide, begging the nurse to accept his apology, still yelling between thrusts. When the nurse walked away, the boy sobbed into the bed, flattening his upper body, letting the dildo invade his tender insides for the time being.

The nurse finally returned to the two second-year girls. They were both crying silently. The blonde girl was curled forward, gently cradling her girldick, breathing ragged as her belly shook with every breath. The brunette was leading back, one hand around her bloated midsection, in a similar state. Their eyes were wide and mouths closed as they watched the fourth-year boy get ravaged by the thrusting machine. The nurse had to clap her hands to get their attention, their scared faces looking up at her, silently pleading that there wasn't going to be a second part of their punishment. 

Instead, the nurse told the girls they were being very well behaved now and could be released. the girls nodded, letting tears of relief fall down their faces, still scared of being punished more. The nurse moved to the stools the girls were sat on and released the valves, releasing the air from their inflatable plugs. Immediately, their bloated bellies went down, shrinking to their regular size, their skin and muscles finally relaxing. Both girls' hands flew to their overtaxed bellies, crying out with the release of the air. As the nurse released all the valves on the stools, they both moaned, their insides finally relaxing, while simultaneously hating the feeling of suddenly being empty. 

The nurse told both girls to stand up and rubbed a topical cream around their ravaged openings. The cream was one part medical, to make sure the bacteria didn't get into any microtears the girls may have experienced, while one part aphrodisiac. The nurse thought both girls looked so cute with their bellies expanded like they were, it was a shame the punishment ended and she couldn't leave them like that for the rest of the day. The cream she chose would loosen their holes and leave their muscles relaxed, making sure they both felt the gaping stretch their inflation punishment, all day long. They would be dripping juices onto every surface they sat on, leaving them more opportunity for being punished for their sloppy holes later on. Judging by their embarrassed and demure attitudes, it seemed like the lesson had sunk in, their loose holes would just drive the point home. The nurse gave both girls tardy slips and told them to return to their lessons. 

The nurse turned back to the fourth-year boy. He was still face-down, blubbering and whimpering as his asshole was forced to take one of the most brutal fuckings he had ever received. His breathing was ragged, chest was pressed to the mattress, gasping and blubbering as the dildo relentlessly pounded into his hole. The boy's stomach bulged every time the dildo tunneled inside him, rearranging his guts, making the boy sick from the motion, feeling like he was nothing but a vessel for the massive dildo tunneling its way through him.

When the nurse approached, the boy sobbed harder, understanding that whatever she had planned was going to be next. He stuttered, struggling to breathe, pleading out his apologies, body tensing and hole clenching around the thick dildo, crushing his prostate and making the slide into his intestines that much more painful. He tried to choke out a full apology, but the brutal sensation cut his words off.

The nurse hummed, telling him he was finally being good for her, but she needed to make sure he learned his lesson. She went back to the supply closet and returned with an extra-long inflatable dildo. When the boy saw it, he started to go nearly hysterical, crying and pleading with the nurse not to use that dildo on him. The nurse set the long dildo down next to the boy and raised her hand and brought it down in a resounding slap across his bottom. She spanked the boy nine more times, five on each cheek, each hitting his skin as the thrusting dildo reached its maximum depth inside him. The boy screamed out at the first few hits, but swallowed his voice and received the rest of his punishment in silence, tears streaming down his face. The nurse reprimanded him, telling him he already knew he shouldn't be protesting his punishment, and as a result she was going to be even harsher on him now. The boy sobbed into the bed, face shoved into the sheets, muffling his cries, hands clenched in the sheets.

The nurse stopped the thrusting machine, the boy still tense in preparation for what was about to happen. She slid the massive dildo out his hole, watching the way his legs shivered with the action. It was good she prepared him with the first dildo, this way he was stretched and sensitive for the real punishment. She secured the nearly-three-foot inflatable dildo to the thrusting attachment. 

As the massively long dildo thrust into the boy for the first time, he hiccuped and whimpered, feeling the dildo easily slide along his stretched insides. The boy cried as the long dildo curled around his stomach, the object still visible from the outside, bulging his stomach, filling the boy's inner tract completely. When the dildo looped around and started pushing against the sphincter to his upper intestines, the boy started crying inconsolably. He pressed his hands to his mouth to stop his blubbering, but he couldn't stop crying, his belly tense and quaking from the uncomfortable stretch. He tried to pull away, but his legs were still secured to the machine, allowing the dildo full access to his open hole. 

The machine started thrusting the dildo inside him, running along his insides and pounding into his inner sphincter. The boy wept into his hands as the dildo fucked him and forced its way further into his stomach, painfully breaching that delicate barrier inside him. The boy's eyes flew open and he screamed in his throat, and his whole body shook in pain. He straightened his back, trying not to move as the dildo continued to be painfully fucked through his small intestines. He felt invaded, violated, like he was going to throw up. The dildo thrust and he could feel his stomach dragging along the rough sheets of the cot. He tensed and cried through the pain.

Eventually, the dildo reached its full length, the base pressed against the boy's butt, his stomach bulging and lumpy. The boy was breathing sharply, his body felt wrong, too full, like he was going to burst. Then the machine started inflating the dildo and the boy immediately started sobbing again. The dildo filled with air, stretching the poor boy's intestinal tract even wider, making his belly balloon out. His arms scrambled in front of him, frantic, grabbing anywhere, but only finding the thin sheet for comfort. 

Despite its initial thin state, the inflated dildo felt solid and hard inside him, too big for his narrow inner tract. He expected the dildo to stop, but it continued pumping more air into the dildo, inflating lumpy nodules along its length. The boy continued to scream as he felt each part of his inner track expand along the dildo. He was in agony from the pressure, it filled him too wide, too far, too deep. His body was protesting the foreign body completely taking over his insides, his organs bruised, his stomach ready to empty itself of its contents. He was sweating and dizzy, he was sick from the immense pressure inside him. 

The boy couldn't take it anymore. He wailed and sobbed pleading with the nurse, telling her how sorry he was, that he couldn't take it anymore, his stomach was going to burst. But the nurse only stroked his back and watched as the machine finished inflating the dildo to enormous proportions. She rubbed a hand down his side and cupped his lumpy belly. His entire stomach was bloated, the large mass of inflated silicone snaked within him, twisting against his skin, roping around his midsection, reaching to just under his diaphragm. The boy whimpered and shook where she dragged her hand and he pleaded again about how sorry he was.

The nurse rubbed the boy's head and lifted it. Tears were running down his face, snot was running down his nose. He looked sorry. And if this was a different punishment, the nurse might have stopped right now, but they still needed to finish the punishment. Three strikes in one month was the beginning of a bad habit. This would make sure the boy would learn his lesson.

The nurse stroked his arms, pulling them from where his hands were clenched in the sheets and re-positioned him so that his arms were pulled behind him, against the small of his back. She told him to hold that position and the boy nodded, crying large tears knowing he was about to be tied up, unable to even move his hands for the next part. His acceptance showed her that the lesson was already starting to sink in.

She pulled down hanging straps from the ceiling, attaching them to the boy's arms and pulling the straps tight, so the boy was lifted off the bed, hanging from the ceiling. The straps took his weight easily, letting him dangle, while his legs were pulled backwards, throwing off his center of gravity, no choice but to allow the dildo full access to his open hole. The boy whimpered as his body was maneuvered and controlled. Lifted in the air, the bulge of the inflated dildo was even more prominent, forcing his belly to hang low. 

The nurse turned the machine on and the dildo started pulling out of the boy. The dildo moved, pulling and forcing the boy's insides to deform around the large lumpy nodules. As the rope slid out of the boy's small intestines, it wrapped and stretched his insides unevenly, dragging against his walls as it slowly exited. When each large lump in the rope pulled out, it caught on his upper sphincter, forcing the tight hole to stretch wide to accommodate the massively inflated rope. Just as his sphincter stretched around one large lump, another large lump was just behind it, waiting to brutally stretch his hole over again. 

The dildo pulled out, deforming along the bends of his intestinal tract. It felt like a reverse fucking, his insides still being rearranged with the movement of the unfamiliar and uneven dildo. When the tip exited his small intestines, the machine stopped and started a low vibration again. The boy dropped his head and moaned deep. At this point, all pleasure and pain felt the same, his body overwhelmed with the sensations. He couldn't even concentrate anymore, he was at the mercy of the machine behind him.

The dildo thrust inside him, breaching his upper sphincter, forcing it open again, stretching it wide with each nodule. The vibrations increased in frequency. The boy relaxed his arms and let the ceiling straps hold his weight completely, relaxing his stomach and hole, trying to let the dildo thrust into his hole easier. He hiccuped and tried to hold his screams in as his tears fell directly onto the thin sheet. His hole was stretched and filled until the dildo reached the base again. It pulled back for another cycle. It thrust into the boy slowly, methodically, dragging painfully along his insides. The boy fell in his restraints, softly sobbing, letting his body take the punishment. This was what the nurse was looking to see.

The dildo thrust on one more time, hard and deep, holding its base against the boy's quivering asshole. The vibrations increased again, his breathing hitched and became more ragged. Then the dildo started inflating more. The boy threw his head back and cried out, feeling how his insides were stretched open once more. He let his head fall back down, weary and defeated. He choked and whined, defeated and desperate, as the dildo inflated even more. His stomach bulged and hung low, inflated and angry-looking as it grew twice its size in a matter of a few seconds. The boy was limp, shaking, and sobbing, in agony as he was filled to nearly bursting. Each nodule was inflated, lumpy and deformed, pulling the dildo out would feel like he was birthing head-after-head as his intestines vacated.

Slowly, the machine started pulling the dildo out of his tract again. The first few nodules were inflated to massive proportions and felt like he was crowing for birth. The machine pulled. His hole sharply opened, and released the first of the lumps. It was the side of a football. The boy cried out when his hole opened, paused, then burst into tears. He cried out as the machine never hesitated and continued to pull the dildo out of his hole, despite how unprepared and unstretched he was. The next nodules that left him didn't feel any better, it was like crowning and birthing over and over. He could feel the massively inflated dildo moving through his insides, pulling at his inner tract and shook from the pain. He screamed when each of the next batch of nodules left his rim, opening him with no time to recover. 

The machine kept pulling and his hole stretched open wider, his rim paper thin, trembling as it was forced to stretch open for each massive nodule. His head dropped, too tired to hold it up anymore. He yelled as his body was forced open as the machine forcibly extracted another nodule from his body. His inner sphincters were on fire as they stretched over and over again. 

When the dildo was unraveling in his insides, it got stuck once, but the machine kept steadily pulling, without regard to the boy's sore insides. It pulled with a steady determination, while the boy wailed at his predicament, body forced to accept what was happening to him as his inner tract was assaulted from the inside, brutally opened by the large lump in the rope. The machine pulled until the boy's inner sphincter released the grapefruit sized nodule with a shriek from the tortured boy. Again and again, his hope was sharply forced open so the lumps in the rope could fit through. Each exited his hole with a stretch and a wailing cry from the boy. 

By the end of the session, the boy was whimpering and inconsolable, feeling like he had just given birth to two dozen babies. His hole was gaping open and dripping wet. He could feel the cool air of the nurse's office deep, deep inside his hole. He could feel how his inner sphincter to this sigmoid colon was winking open and closed with the cool air. His hole felt completely owned. The nurse could do anything to him at this point and he would allow it with a whimper. He was never going to skip lessons again. 

The nurse praised him for receiving such a hard session and told him he took his punishment beautifully. If he hasn't learned his lesson by now, they could have even more punishment like this waiting for him. The moaned and shook his head, telling her he learned his lesson and he was sorry, shaking as he was released from the machine. He collapsed on the bed when his arms and legs were released, thanking the nurse for taking her time to teach him such a good lesson. 

The nurse placed his clothes on the bed and let himself redress. She watched as he hopped off the bed and his knees nearly buckled, as he scrambled to catch himself, breathing hard, trying to regain the feeling in his legs. He swallowed his spit and took a deep breath and stumbled out of the nurse's office, still on shaky legs. Good, the nurse thought, he should feel the effects of the punishment the rest of the day.

[spiderwell]

feeling horny, want to be held down and forced full of eggs until I cry and my belly bruises and forced to push em them out one by one, screaming as they stretch my sore cunt, hard and rough as they pull my pissy lips open, breed me again

[spiderwell]

Nurse in the School for Subs Part 2: Do not sneak in candy Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The nurse returned to the boy laying on the bed, pants off, tied up, no doubt candy stuffed into his cunt by the way he was waddling into lessons this morning. 

He whimpered as she approached. He pleaded with her, telling the nurse he didn't have anything inside of him and begging her not to search him. The nurse didn't respond and brought up a chair in between his legs and secured his legs to the table. The boy whimpered to himself, pleading with the nurse, but soon he couldn't move and his cunt and asshole were on display in the room. The top hole was puffy and red, another clue indicating how the sub must have stuffed his cunt that morning.

The nurse spread his cunt lips with her fingers and reached one slim finger into the boy. He cried out, despite how easily and slick the nurse's finger breached him. He was already lubed. She reached two fingers into him and the boy shook his head and cried even louder. 

The nurse removed her hands and lifted his hips, smacking his bottom three times, telling him to be quiet. She chastised him, telling him if he wanted to break the rules, then he needs to learn how to deal with the consequences. He tried his hardest to stop crying and hiccuped a shaky "yes ma'am" in response. The nurse set his bottom back on the exam table and replaced her fingers in his cunt. Soon she felt the edges of a wrapper and pulled it out between two fingers. The boy sobbed as he saw the obvious proof of his guilt. 

The nurse reached her fingers back inside the boy and asked how much candy he put inside himself. The boy whimpered and said he stuffed a whole bag of candy inside his cunt this morning. The nurse pauses, momentarily shocked, no wonder he was waddling as he walked into school this morning. This was going to be a long morning.

The nurse started preparations to remove more candy from a boy's cunt than she ever had to in her professional career. This would require more than a few fingers. She started adding fingers until all four were inside him. The boy was taking them fairly well, despite his hiccuping sobs, still upset and claiming that he was too tight. He was loose enough to fit a whole bag of candy. She pressed her thumb into his cunt and started opening him wider. He was panting on the table, making quiet discontent noises, air forced out of lungs with every thrust she made into his core. 

She rotated her hand, stretching the boy open, rubbing her knuckles against his walls, making room for her hand. She could feel how much candy she was pressing into the back of the boy's cunt as her fingers bullied their way inside him. He was stretching beautifully, no doubt having taken fists before in his home training. She pressed her fist deeper into his cunt, letting him slowly stretch around her balled fist. He was crying again, palms pressed into his eyes, stomach shaking. She told him he was doing well, she just needs to remove all the candy and then he can go back to his lessons. 

He opened his thighs wider, uncomfortable with her hand inside him and she took the opportunity to shift her fist deeper, twisting against his rim, one, then two knuckles slipping inside. He gasped at the feeling, relaxed for a second, then it happened. Her closed fist slipped inside, punching the loose candy into the back of his cunt. He immediately started sobbing. Legs fully falling open, belly shaking, tearing falling down his face. 

The nurse could feel the way the candy wrappers shifted against each other in his cunt. She grabbed a handful of candy, watching the way his lower belly bulged with every movement. When she pulled her closed fist out, the boy took gasping breaths as he was stretched open again, his hole already unrecovered from the initial stretch.

The nurse dropped the candy into a waiting container marked biohazard. Only a few pieces dropped into the bucket. The boy began sobbing anew, the prospect of being fisted over and over only to pull out a few pieces of candy was the worst kind of punishment to him. The nurse turns to him and presses the tips of all five fingers into his hole, digging her fist into cunt and removing another handful of candy. 

He cried, shaking as his hole was breached over and over. He wiped his face clear of tears and told the nurse he learned his lesson and asked if he could remove the candy himself. The nurse calmly replied "no" and explained that this was also part of his punishment for breaking the rules and bringing candy when he wasn't supposed to. They boy just laid there, crying as his hole was opened and the candy was dug out, one fist at a time. 

He was humiliated that he'd been caught so easily. It was so embarrassing to have the nurse fist him over and over like this! The nurse was definitely going to send a report home about today. Everyone at home was going to ask him to lift his uniform skirt and see his gaping cunt. Everyone would probably fist him tonight, sticking their fingers in him, asking him if it feels different from the nurse's hands. He was probably going to be sent back tomorrow with more candy stuffed in his cunt, but this time, not by his own doing. He cried on the table as he felt his cunt get looser with every fist full of candy removed from him.

However, before the nurse could finish removing the candy from the first-year boy's cunt, the vice principal came back in, leading a crying fourth-year boy. 

The nurse sighed and removed her final fist of candy from the first-year boy. There was still more candy inside him, but she needed to prepare the other sub for punishment right now.

The vice principal explained that this boy and his friends were caught skipping lessons and hanging out behind the gym, making out. The nurse looked disapprovingly at the fourth-year boy and asked the vice principal to lead him to an open cot and have him get on his hands and knees. The fourth-year boy kept his eyes downcast, knowing he was going to face severe punishment for being caught. He tried not to shake as the vice principal locked his wrists and knees into place as he kneeled on the cot.

The two second-year girls are moaning lightly and shifting on their seats, filled to the brim, uncomfortable, and clearly nervous for the rest of their punishment. Both looked nervously from each other to the other two boys in the room with them. 

The nurse came over to their stools and checked the inflation on their devices. The girls squirmed in their seats, swallowing their sounds of discomfort, taking their punishment like good girls. The nurse complimented them and told them they were half done. 

She thanked the vice principal for helping with the fourth-year boy and asked if he would be available to help with the first-year boy while she attended the fourth-year? 

The vice principal looked at the first-year and asked what she needed help with. She told him that the boy stuffed candy into his cunt this morning and it needed to be manually removed. The vice principal easily agrees and replaces the nurse's place at the seat between the boy's spread legs. The vice principal presses four fingers to the first-year's boy's cunt, hand flat and wide, stretching his hole even wider than the fist of the nurse. The boy shrieked, but the principal kept a steady pressure, tucking his thumb into his flat palm, attempting to push his whole hand into the boy's small cunt. The boy cried as he felt his hole opening, but he had been stretched so much by this point, the vice principal's thick hand fits inside with a few hard thrusts. The boy choked out when the principal's fist entered him, gurgling on his spit, eyes wide, keening high in the back of his throat. The principal felt around inside the boy, feeling for the candy while the boy lay flat on the bed, pushing his spine into the cot, spreading his hips wider to accommodate the thick wrist of the vice principal. 

As the vice principal pulled his closed fist out of the boy's cunt, the boy screamed, his hands quickly flying over his mouth to stop the noise. His hands stained plastered to his mouth for the duration of the procedure, stopping his screams and wails from fully coming out. Tears stream down his face as his whole body shifts and is jolted by the vice principal's thick fist punching in and out of his cunt. The vice principal is uncaring about stretching or waiting for the boy to adjust, efficiently completing the procedure without pause. The vice principal wasn't gentle about searching for the last bits of candy, scraping along the boy's walls, digging into his cunt and bruising his cervix in search of candy. The boy has never taken a fist so large before, his cunt stretching wider than it ever has, stretching over and over as the principal pulled the last few fists of candy out of this cunt.

When the first-year boy was empty with candy, the nurse thanked the principal for his help and released the boy. The nurse kept his underwear, but returned his skirt. The boy shakily pulled it back up on his hips, the fabric barely covering his stretched cunt lips, his hole gaping open and leaking down his thighs. The boy was told to go to lessons, wet and dripping, as his continued punishment. The vice principal left and the nurse returned back to the remaining subs for punishment.

[spiderwell]

Competition for who can hold the heaviest belly, winners birth in front of the crowd.

The competitors lay on a raised platform, face-down, with a large area removed for their bellies to hang down, a few feet below the floor. Their legs were pulled back and out to the side, held open in the splits, their holes dripping and visible to the crowd. Some competitors are already squirming and groaning before the competition has even started.

The first round starts by shoving weights in one at a time. The competitors are supposed to arrive prepared, so the staff don't waste anytime shoving their whole hands into their holes, along with the weights. The weights are the size of a softball, so it is easier for the staff to force their closed fist into the competitors, battering their way into their bellies. The competitors groan as the staff's hands move over their tender insides, rubbing against their walls and sweet spots, the staff do nothing to encourage the reaction, leaving competitors frustrated and on edge as their holes continue to get stuffed and their bellies start to droop down past the raised platform. The first round ends with ten weights stuffed into the competitors bellies. Some are moaning at the pain already starting to build in their centers.

The next round has weights are half the size, but with twice as many as the round. This is the round where the most amount of competitors withdraw. The initial round gives them a false sense of security, thinking they can manage the smaller weights, without accounting for the face they will be tripling the number of weights in their bellies. The competitors start breaking one by one after the staff have inserted the first five. They start to yell as their bellies drop in front of them, their skin darkening from the stress and before long, they are screaming for the staff to stop and withdrawing from the round.. Their bellies will be huge and round, lumpy from the weights inside them, they breathing will be rapid and they will try not to cry in front of the crowd, embarrassed at withdrawing in the second round. Since these competitors dropped out so soon, they will have to walk back stage and wait to push out the weights there, to ensure there is room for all the competitors still on stage. As the losers waddle off-stage, they will cradle their massive bellies, whimpering as every step jostles the weights inside their bellies, the objects waging war against their internal organs. Backstage, their shouts can be heard, stretching their tender holes, pushing out the weights as they cry at losing so early.

Each round after that continues the trend of shrinking the size of weights, while increasing the amount of weights inserted into the competitors. After the fourth round, only 10% of the competitors remain, their bellies absolutely massive and bloated, dangling heavy and dangerously low from the platform's edge. None of the competitors have managed to keep a passive face, all of them are panting and struggling to endure the heavy weight of their bellies stretching down in front of them. Some have been crying non-stop since the second round and are blubbering as every breath is shortened by the heavy weights pushing against their lungs. The competitors that are remaining are experts and know what to expect round-to-round, still, that doesn't stop the immediate pain of feeling their midsections fill and stretch to the ground, ballooned out one meter in front of them. Their holes are sore and throbbing, visibly puffy from the staff's hands constant plunging holes and splitting open their core. They cry and moan at the feeling of the weights rearranging their insides and try to wait out the pain until the next round starts.

By the fifth round they have had 100 weights stuffed in their bellies and are about to get another 50 stuffed into them during the round. This round often chooses the winner of the competition, there are only five competitors left, the crowd is anxious to see who will stop withdraw first. The competitors are so large they won't be forced to walk back stage to birth the weights anymore, they will have to push out the weights on stage, much to the pleasure of the crowd. The staff start inserting the weights five at a time, letting the small weights shift and push around the larger ones, digging deep into the competitors bellies. One competitor is moaning louder than the rest, panting and struggling to breathe before they start screaming, yelling that something is wrong and to stop the weights, they wail that the weights went too deep and are gurgling over their words. The staff has stopped stuffing their hole, but the competitor is struggling to push out the weights, they pleads with the staff to help them, to hold their hole open so they can push out the weights. The crowd cheers and the staff dig their fingers into their hole, stretching it wide and the competitor wails as they push out the smaller sized weights, their belly shaking from the effort. They groan and scream, trying to push out the larger first round weights, but they are clearly too tired, they are crying, pleading with the weights to move, still repeating that the weights have gone in too deep. The staff leave them to finish birthing the weights alone, their cries entertaining the crowd.

The remaining four are in agony as their bellies have expanded so far to touch the ground, now when the staff fill them, their bellies push back against the staff, resisting being filled anymore. Two competitors are forced to withdraw when the staff are unable to stuff their holes anymore, their insides completely filled to the brim with weights. The competitors plead with the staff, crying through tears of frustration and pain or the staff to shove the weights further into their holes, but their bodies are at their maximum, their holes no longer opening and stretching for the weights. The competitors cry out of frustration for getting this far and when the staff remove their hands, their holes stay stuffed, neither working to push out the weights in protest, leaving their passages stuffed and their bellies expanded, willing their bodies to stretch more next time.

The final two go weight-for-weight, their bellies expanding outwards, filling even more as the weights are inside. Both make it to the end of the round, filled and sobbing at the weight, they look to each other, finding strength in each other's gaze, willing themselves to go round-for-round. The competition host congratulates both for making to the end of the competition and announces the start of the tie-break sixth round. It adds 60 more weights each, however they were so small, it was going to feel more like a heavy, viscous liquid filling their bellies. The crowd cheered, it wasn't often that the competition went to a sixth round. The two competitors squeezed their eyes shut and screamed as their holes were filled with a nozzle and the small weights flowed into their bellies. It felt like cement was filling their midsections, their bellies growing wide, no longer able to grow down. The two competitors yelled as they were filled, the crowd cheering as they saw their bellies grow second-by-second. Their eyes rolled in their heads, when they were able to focus on each other, tears streamed down their faces, agony written on their features, hands squeezing the hand-holds on the platform harness, white-knuckling as their bellies were filled with the maximum amount the competition allowed. They screamed and clenched their muscles in pain as the competitor host rallied the crowd and the last of the weights flowed into their bellies.

They had both endured the final weights, the competition was officially a tie. Each winners would each receive the full prize money and their score in the internal competition would reflect a win. The crowd cheered, a tie meant they got to watch two winners endure the final stage instead of only one. After the competition, the winner must walk to the center of the competition grounds and sit in the "winner's chair" letting everyone touch and rub their bloated belly for the rest of the day. In the evening they would be flipped upside down and finally be allowed to push out the weights filling their belly.

Both winners were removed from their positions, lifting their bellies up out of the hole cut open in the platform, letting them hang, unassisted in front of the competitors. As the weights shifted and pulled their bellies down in front of them, they threw their heads back and screamed in agony, the weights deformed their midsections, bowing their backs, making every muscle in their body shake. Once the staff let go of their arms, they immediately fell to their knees, their bellies falling to the floor with a heavy thud. The skin around their bellies was bruised and tender, both had tears streaming down their cheeks. They were both pushed forward, crushing their tender bellies and staff pushed massive plugs into their holes, stopping any of the weights from exiting prematurely. Both winners cried throughout the treatment, no longer obligated to put on a brave face for the competition, weeping as their sore holes were stretched and the weights settled into their insides.

One winner circled their belly with their arms and stood up with a scream, knees wobbling as they struggled to balance, they took one step forward and yelled as their body shook with the effort. The other winner was crawling behind them, sobbing as their massive belly dragged on the ground, unable to even stand up from the extra weight. They both made it to the winners' chairs, a second chair being produced when it was announced the belly competition was a tie. Both sat down, their bellies resting on their spread knees, heavy and solid on front of them.

Throughout the day the two winners struggled to breathe and as their bellies were poked and prodded by the crowd. Every slap would ripple their skin, shifting the weights around their bellies. They whimpered every time someone new would come to see them.

Eventually the night came and the two winners would be allowed to release the weights from their stomachs. They were pulled to the edge of the chairs and their legs once again pulled up and out of the way, as far as their bloated bellies would allow. A large drum was placed under the winners chairs, directly in the path of their stuffed holes. The competition host pulled on the plugs filling the winners and let it drop to the drum below, causing a loud reverberation to sound within the grounds, the crowd cheered and the two winners couldn't stop the small weights from falling out of their gaping holes, causing a symphony of sound to erupt along with the cheers.

The two winners ducked their heads down, pushing despite the protests from the overtaxed midsections, wanting the weighs out already. Tears formed in their eyes from the relief of feeling their bellies decrease even a little bit. The weights fell into the drums below, causing an irregular pounding beat, every push from a winner would cause the rhythm to increase, their groans as they pushed larger and larger weights out mixing with the depth of sound caused by heavy weights falling and mixing with the weights already out. The winners' faces flamed in embarrassment at the cacophony of the sound caused by the weights leaving their holes, at the music they created by birthing the weights from the competition. They both had won competitions before, but this was the first time they were in a duet of birth with another winner. Their holes were inflamed and sore, but each weight passing out of their passages was a relief. They moaned in pleasure through tears of anguish as their insides emptied.

The competition host announced that one winner was emptying their belly faster than the other, it looked like there was one competitor who was able to hold a heavier belly longer than anyone else. The host plugged the slower birther, much to their dismay as they threw their head back and pleaded to be able to give birth, but the crowd cheered as the faster birther continued to push, faster than before, forcing the weights out of their belly. They screamed as the weights fell out multiple at a time, spurred on my the sobs of the other winner to be able to birth again. The crowd cheered as they both cried, calling one the "real" winner, even though this stage of the competition was a tradition and had no impact on the results. The winner able to birth yelled as they struggled to push out the weights, tired and sore from the long day, the other winner begging to the crowd to let them birth again, rubbing small circles against their tense belly, trying to calm themself down and reset their body's desire from pushing to holding the weights again. They sniffled as the other winner finished pushing out the rest of the weights, legs shaking with the efforts, hips spread wide and curling on their shrinking belly, trying to manually squeeze out the last weights. Their eyes were squeezed shut and they screamed as the weights fell into the drum below, a rapid rhythm, deeper and deeper as the weights got bigger and bigger.

After agonizing minutes, the first winner was done and the second was left. Eire silence covered the crowd as the host cut in and railed the crowd into cheering for the final winner to push out the plug along with the remaining weights. The winner cried and pushed, their whole body shaking, begging the host to just remove the plug, they were so tired and could barely push out the weights before. The crowd just cheered harder, encouraging the winner as they sobbed and struggled to push out the massive plug clocking their insides. They fell down into their chair, wiggling, opening their hips wider, groaning in frustration as the plug barely moved inside their hole. They screamed as they bared down, barely getting it to move, sweat dripping down their hairline, they squeezed their eyes shut, feeling tears leak out and pushed as hard as they could, barely moving the plug, they pushed themselves forward, shifting the weights further into the cradle of their hips, resting just against the plug, using gravity to help drive the plug out.

In one giant push, the plug along with a flow of weights flooded out of their hole. They threw their head back and gasped, eyes wide in shock as their body contracted and a new flood of weights was squeezed out of their hole. Against their will, their body contracted again, sending ripples of sensation into their groin and up their spine, their belly squeezing, their hole opening and a torrent of weights falling to the drum below, causing a thunderous roar. The winner tried to gasp, but their lungs were still being crushed by their midsection, their inner passage stunned open, letting the stream of weights continue to pour out of them, undeterred. They wailed as it felt like their organs were falling out of their body. Their eyes shuttered closed and their hole quivered, staying open. Their belly contracted again, forcing another scream from their throat, the never ending flow of weights continued fallout out of their body. They weakly moaned and gave into their body's instincts, too tired to assist in the birth, allowing their body to control the flow of weights leaving it. Their belly grew smaller and the feeling against their hole grew more intense. They moaned and finally looked up to the crowd. The other winner was engaged with another competitor, moaning as the competitor's hand moved rapidly between their legs, grinding down against their hand. The remaining winner tucked their chin to their chest and pushed the remaining weights out of their sore belly. As they push out the final weights, each one passing through their hole caused sparks of pleasure to shoot down their sore and overworked spine. The winner whimpered as the weights pulled on their tender hole while relishing in the stretch. When their belly was empty, they cried out, unfinished. The competition host soon filled their hole with their fingers, rapidly hooking them into their pleasure spot, making their eyes roll in their head, the crowd cheering as they finally climaxed.

[spiderwell]

A group of friends host an inflation party, a night filled with stuffing holes and expanding bellies to the maximum. As they arrive one-by-one, they take off their clothes and sit in a circle, holes spread open, dripping and ready, fingers casually finding their way into their friend's holes, teasing, warming their passages up. The night starts and they stuff their holes with the available toys and plugs. Someone fills their belly with gel eggs, then presses a hose to their opening, letting the water flow into their belly, expanding the gel eggs, they moan as their belly bulges out, tense and stretched over the eggs inside them. Another pair is in a 69 position and has worked their fists into each other and have moved into pushing a string of balls into each other, each ball twice as large as the one before it, soon their bellies are full and heavy as they push the final ball into their quivering holes, barely pushing it inside, the edge holding their holes open. Another friend has stuffed five dildos into their hole, two are pushed deep into their belly, pushing out from under their rib-cage, the last thee hole their hole open at a wide stretch, they push another round of dildos into their greedy hole, their eyes rolling when all the dildos are pushed deeper into their belly, making it feel like they were fucking themself on a giant dildo. All the friends are a moaning mess within within an hour and they still have the rest of the night to go.

[spiderwell]

holes being forced open by the shells of hard eggs and poor boys screaming

holes stretching further than they ever have before and boys shaking their heads and pleading no

holes burning on a crown of fire and boys wailing as their legs shake from the tension

holes clamping on the hard surface and boys panting and pleading for it to get out already

holes finally releasing their eggs and boys collapsing and sobbing from their efforts

holes gaping around nothing, quivering as another egg moves down and boys who whimper and writhe knowing they have to do it again

[spiderwell]

what's happening to me, it hurts, there's so much pressure, gods, my belly, there is something in my womb, it hurts, oh my god, what is happening, i just want this to be over, it hurts so much, oh my god, it feels like my water broke, oh the pressure is so much worse now, i can feel it, it's so big, i don't know if it'll fit, oh gods it hurts, it hurts, i can't do this, make it stop, it's opening me, i'm going to tear, gods what is this, my pussy hurts so much, its stinging, fuck, i can feel it, it hurts, fuck, it's not moving, i'm trying to push! oh gods, it's holding me open, it hurts, it hurts, fuck i can't do it, get it out already, gods i'm going to tear, it can't fit, my clit is going to tear! it's too big, i can't open my legs anymore, it hurts, my pussy hurts so much!

[spiderwell]

aliens who spawn massive amounts of eggs like amphibians, but they have to incubated within three people before they can be hatched

alien A is fucked by alien B and C, which fertilizes their eggs, over the next few months A's belly grows as they develop close to one hundred golf ball-sized eggs, the belly a round bump in front of them, when it is time to give birth, they sit on top of alien B and squeeze as many eggs in them at a time, B whimpers as they are inseminated with so many eggs, they start crying half way through, their belly growing so large and lumpy with the shape of the eggs

B grows the eggs through their mid-stage, where only a third of the eggs will stay viable, the other two-thirds becoming nutrients to be absorbed, the eggs will grow to be tennis ball-sized, when it's time for the egg transfer, C will have their legs restrained as B aligns and attaches their holes together, B struggles through labor, focused on pushing egg after egg into the waiting hole, focused on giving birth, while C will scream as they stretch rapidly, the eggs bruising their insides, no amount of preparation the thee did before hand could prepare C for the feeling of being being bred, their hole stretching wider, the eggs felt heavier, and they were filling faster than expected, they cry as their belly expands, already feeling sore and tight

C will grow the eggs to term, only a few more becoming non-viable, most of the brood growing to be grapefruit-sized, C will be massive and barely unable to walk with the massive amount of initial eggs, when they give birth, they groan and whimper as each large egg takes hours to crown and be born, C will be a sobbing mess hours into the birth, their birthing canal sore and their muscles tired from pushing, however, after hours of birthing eggs, with the belly deflated, the will be able to change positions as they push, trying to do anything to make the eggs come out easier, but still, each egg takes longer than the last, there is nothing A and B can do as C pushes and cries as each massive egg works its way out of their body, their hole tender and throbbing, the birth will last days and C will be so tired by the end they will barely be able to push, their body will be tired and shaking as they use gravity to help them birth the last few eggs

C will cry and cradle their deflated belly, whimpering when A and B clean them up and will swear they will say they never want to do that again, but when breeding season comes around next year, A and B know C will be the first to volunteer to be the third round incubator again

[spiderwell]

competition to see which boy can birth the biggest eggs, they are lined up on stage, their legs in restraints, their cunts gaping and on display, the first round begins and their bellies grow quickly, the boys moaning and holding their bruising skin, the newest ones screaming as they are forced open, the eggs relentless, round-after-round the eggs become bigger and bigger, eventually the eggs become too big for the boys to push through their gaping holes, anyone who cannot birth naturally are disqualified, the eggs eventually become so large the boys are pushing their hips open, the hard shells grinding against their bones, their legs splayed, their bellies rock-hard from the pressure, their hips eventually break, the boys screaming as the eggs pass through broken and torn tissue and muscle, without an intact pelvic bones, the boy's hips deform and widen around the girth of the egg, allowing for easy birthing, the next stage of the competition begins, the eggs growing textured and lumpy, the boys groaning in agony as the massive eggs make their way down their tight passages, their holes easily deforming and opening around the eggs, the eggs grow larger until the boy's holes are stretched to their absolute maximum, their insides wide and hollow, barely enough room to grow one egg at a time before it is forcefully birthed, the eggs eventually grow so large they get stuck, the boys are in hysterics as the staff push their fingers into their holes, opening them wider for the eggs to pass out, the last two boys are go round-for-round until the eggs grow so large there is no longer any room inside the boys, the eggs growing so large that the tip has to poke out of their cunt, ready to be born, the boys are clearly in agony, their cunt never getting a break, they scream and cry as each egg grows and their bodies push the eggs out their ruined cunts, the eggs continue to grow inside the boys, their holes never getting a chance to close, their legs quiver as their bodies shake in agony as they continue to birth giant egg after giant egg, both boys get stuck on the same egg, their bellies so large they can't reach their arms around themselves, both sobbing, cheeks wet with tears, the egg so large it is already a third of the way out of their cunts, their holes tight and stretched around the egg, they gasp and yell, voices raw and desperate, but the eggs don't move, the staff declare it a tie they will begin the tie-break round, the staff begin growing a second egg inside the boys, just as large as the first, they both tense up and wail as their bellies expand even further, they howl as they try to push the first egg out before the next one grows, their bellies are tight and starting to discolor from the massive intrusion, the boys push the first eggs out of their stretched pussies, crying as another egg immediately starts growing, larger and right behind the one before it, the boys ride waves of agony as egg after egg grow in their bellies, each one forcing the next one to push the last one out, the boys heads roll on their shoulder, delirious from the pain of their cunts being destroyed by the massive eggs, eventually one boy does manage to push out his eggs, while the other gets stuck with three massive eggs inside him, one nearly half way out of his cunt, stuck at a ring of fire, but unable to stretch and push it out on his own, both boys were sobbing, barely aware that the competition has ended, the one unable to birth begged the staff to help him birth the eggs, screaming as the staff pushed both hands into his pussy, cupping beside the massive egg, forcefully stretching his hols open wider, the staff helped guide the eggs out of the boy, while he moaned brokenly, the winner was shown off to the crowd, the staff easily fitting two fists into their loose hole, spreading their arms and showing how hollow and empty the boy was inside him now

[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 21: Against a Wall

The shark merman was an undercover cop if Roan had ever seen one. He was asking too many questions, trying too hard to look nonchalant, watching the wrong things. This was his third time in the club this week, always fishing for information. 

Right now, there was a beta and lionfish performing on the stage, but the shark's head was down. He was pretending to crack and stretch his neck for the twentieth time that night, while his gaze obviously shifted towards the office door. His eyes followed everyone who entered and exited from that door.

This is where Roan came in. 

Roan slid up to the shark, swaying to the music, "Hey boss, care for a private dance?" nodding his head to indicate the private rooms in the back.

The greedy shark smiled, immediately abandoning his watch at the office door. "Are you lonely, guppy? Do you need a big fish like me to keep you company?"

Roan laughed and flirted while pulling the shark to the private rooms. Once Roan turned around, he rolled his eyes. The over-inflated egos of cops were such an annoying part of their personality, as if Roan (or anyone) would be genuinely interested in their absurd combination of general obliviousness and condescending attitude. They were always so easy to bait.

Inside the backroom, Roan swam to the small stage and started dancing to the private music. The shark leaned back on the sofa as if he was a customer watching a private show, but gave himself away by never shutting up. He asked questions pretending he was interested in Roan, but each question was such an obvious ploy for information it was absurd. 

Most customers asked questions like how long Roan had worked at the club, what made him start dancing, if he had any other career plans, and—the most popular question—what was he doing after work? Instead the dumb shark asked questions like the name of the person Roan talked to get his job, if Roan knew the average length of employment for the dancers, how well did Roan know the owner, and—most importantly—if Roan would accept payment for sex after his shift ended.

The attempts at subtly would have been laughable if it wasn't for the immediate danger and unpredictability the cop presented for Roan. The shark needed to be handled.

Roan continued to dance and started to strip the clothing and beaded belts that were wrapped around his tail. The shark adjusted himself in his pants, watching Roan with hungry eyes. He asked what kind of fish Roan was and when he answered angelfish, the cop asked if Roan was going to make him see the light. Roan released a rehearsed chuckle, it was a predictable joke. Customers loved to tease him about being an angel and it honestly made his work easier. It made them less suspicious of Roan if the customers were pretending he was some innocent angel.

The bait line was being lured in.

After the shark asked his hundredth glaring obvious question, Roan paused, pretending to look at him with innocent eyes, "that's a lot of questions, sir."

The shark froze, which was the millionth telltale sign that screamed bad undercover cop. He tried to laugh it off. "What? Can't I be curious? That's bad service, you know. You shouldn't back-talk your customers." The shark's eyes shifted around the room, but didn't move from the couch. 

Roan kept dancing, but it was clear the shark was going to keep his guard up. Roan moved from the stage and swam to the couch. He pressed alongside the shark's tail. He trailed fingers up and down his chest, watching how it affected the shark's breathing. He looked at the shark from under his eyelashes and whispered, "you know the club didn't like people asking questions," he took a glance at the door, pretending to hide his worried expression, "the owner gets mad." 

The shark followed the bait. He turned his whole body towards Roan, looming over him. "What does the owner do to people who ask too many questions?"

Roan played his role as the demure dancer, shifting his eyes downward, acting flustered by the conversation, "they—i can't talk about it here…" as if he was the one who was uncomfortable in the situation.

The shark pressed into Roan on the sofa. "Tell me more about the club owner. It sounds like you know a lot more than you're letting on." He grabbed Roan by the arm, not allowing him to escape when Roan tried to move away.

Roan pretended to struggle in the shark's hold, flapping his tail and trying to weakly twist away. He let out a calculated whimper when he didn't break free and gave a pleading look at the shark. Roan watched how the shark licked his lips and his pupils dilated. 

Bait taken. Got him. Disgustingly easy. 

The two went back and forth for a while, the shark insistent that Roan knew something, Roan pretending to be flustered, trying unsuccessfully to break free from the shark's hold. It confirmed Roan's suspicions that the shark was looking for someone to dominate more than he was looking for information, when he forcefully advanced on Roan, cornered him into the sofa, and held him down, groping his lower regions while only half-heartedly keeping up a sloppy line of interrogation. 

"Listen, I don't want anything bad to happen to you, but I need answers." The shark pressed a hand to just above Roan's slit, where the skin met scaled and pressed the heel of his hand downwards.

Roan's belly shook from the pressure and he closed his eyes, refusing to answer the shark's questions. The shark slipped two fingers into Roan's slit, digging past the second knuckle. Roan jerked upwards, genuinely shocked by the sudden intrusion, his slit stinging from the fresh stretch. He tried to grab at the shark's hand, but the shark easily grabbed both his wrists in one hand and dug his fingers into Roan's slit.

"Tell me about the owners."

"Fuck you." Roan said, letting out a genuine gasp of pain.

"No, you'll be the one getting fucked."

Roan schooled his noises into a pretend cry of surprise. This was the worst undercover operation he'd ever seen! 

"I bet the owners thought they could send in a cute little fish to get me to talk. Hah! I'm on to you, Angel."

Roan could barely stop his eyes from rolling in his head. The 'cute little fish' routine was literally working as they were talking! He made sure his voice was wobbling when he spoke, "please, no."

The shark unbuttoned his pants and kept questioning Roan about the owner. "What days did they usually work? What time did they get in? Who did they usually talk to?" 

The questions were so basic it was easy for Roan to avoid answering any of them directly, giving the shark half-answers with no information, pretending like the shark was making Roan give up the information. When the shark pushed his cock to Roan's slit, he started begging in a way he thought the shark would respond well to, "No, not there! Please don't! You're too big, it won't fit!" 

One thing Roan learned about telling an aggressive asshole their cock was too big, was it nearly guaranteed they would try and use it. 

The shark pressed one hand to Roan's throat and threatened if he screamed he would choke him and plunged inside Roan, shoving his large cock through Roan's tight hole. 

It was just on the edge of too painful for Roan, but the large cock was digging *deep* and pressing along all the right places inside him. "No, stop!"

"You didn't want to answer my questions, let's see how you want to answer them once I'm done, Angel."

The shark fucked into Roan. shaking his hips like he was a teenager humping a pillow. He tried to find a rhythm, but fell out of it every few thrusts. Roan could barely mask his disappointment with sounds of distress, every irregular thrust the shark made was as irritating as the last. The shark couldn't even keep up the line of questioning, stuttering his words and losing his trail of thought, starting a sentence two or three times before never finishing it and starting on a new topic. 

Roan laid on the sofa and weakly pushed away from the shark with his hands, still keeping up the pretext of fighting him off. He wiggled his hips, trying to at least direct the shark's cock into his pleasure spot, but the shark's thrusts were so rough and sporadic, it was difficult to get him to thrust anywhere with intention.

After a while the shark stopped asking Roan any questions and just fucked his hole, closing his eyes and chasing the feeling of his own orgasm. 

Roan closed his eyes, some undercover operation! The shark just wanted to fuck a dancer. Roan locked his arms, pushing the cop away from him, but wanting the lackluster performance to end already.

The shark stuttered and thrust his hips sharply, pounding into Roan's slit, "You ready?"

"No, don't!" Please, finally.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The shark cummed inside Roan, bloating his inner pouch with cum.

Roan squirmed, under the pretense of getting away, but ensuring the shark's cum traveled deep inside him. 

The shark rubbed Roan's sac from the outside. "You feel that? I can feel my cock from all the way out here."

He couldn't, of course. But Roan only pressed his stomach into the shark's hand. "Noooo! You can't—stop cumming inside!" 

The shark laughed and pumped his tail, shaking his hand and edging Roan to release his eggs.

"Stop! Not my eggs—" 

"Com'on little angel," the shark continued to rub at Roan's belly, in time with his thrusts, working his cum deeper inside the merman, "I wanna see your eggs."

Roan moaned when his eggs released, slipping down into his pouch, fertilizing with the shark's cum. He pretended to cry, he hoped the shark wouldn't realize there were no tears, and repeated "no" over and over. 

"Perfect." The shark finished pumping his cock and slid out of the merman. "Now, I'm going to be back to check on my eggs, so don't let anything happen to them, okay?"

Roan laid on the sofa and curled in on himself, shaking his shoulders so it looked like he was sobbing. 

"You were such a big help for me today, I want you to get the owner's schedule when I come back."

Roan looked at the shark. So that was what they wanted. "I can't!"

"Don't tell anyone about our little secret or next time it'll be much worse."

Roan buried his face in his hands and didn't answer. He wanted the shark to leave already, but it didn't feel in-character to ask him that. 

Luckily, the shark seemed to take the hint. He zipped up his pants and left some cash on the table near the door and left Roan in the room alone. 

Roan paused to make sure he wasn't coming back in and checked the cash on the table. The motherfucker didn't even leave enough to cover a private dance. Roan collected the money and headed to the dressing room to clean up. It didn't matter anyway, it wouldn't be long until the shark would be permanently dealt with.

~

The shark returned a week later and found Roan while he was leaving from his shift. Maybe the guy did have some undercover skills after all. 

In the alley, right behind the dumpster, he pressed Roan against the back wall of the club and fucked his pregnant slit as he choked him out.

Roan's eyes rolled in his head as his hole was stretched and his pleasure spot was pounded directly. He couldn't get enough. He writhed on the shark's hand. "Please, stop!"

"You look like you like it!" The shark pressed against his egg sac, pushing on the eggs incubating inside his pouch, "just one more week." He finished by filling Roan's pouch with more cum and biting him on the shoulder, bruising, but not breaking skin. 

Roan cried and writhed against the shark. The rough wall behind him scraped his back and tail while the shark pushed him against the surface. "It hurts!"

"Don't make me hurt you even more! When will the owner be here next?!"

"Next week! When I lay the eggs!" Roan cried, shaking his shoulders and lowering his head as if he revealed secret information.

The shark smiled, "It's alright, shhhhhh, you did good telling me that! I'll be in next week."

Roan whimpered and jerked when the shark pulled out. He slid down the wall, trembling and holding his arms around himself.

"Keep my eggs in until then, I'll be here for their birth."

Roan covered his mouth and pretended to cry, looking away from the shark. He was satisfied the shark came back again and they could set up a date, it took the guesswork out of waiting every night for the opportunity. The club would no longer have an undercover cop problem in exactly one week. Good riddance to the dick.

~

A week went quickly, Roan was ready to get rid of the shark's eggs in his pouch, it made other parts of his regular job more difficult and he would be happy when he could have a free pouch again.

The shark arrived at the club like normal, putting on his regular act of pretending to be a customer. He even ignored Roan for most of the evening, acting indifferent and dismissive towards Roan when he approached.

Roan was tired. He started his labors late last night, but held off on pushing or helping his labor in any way, waiting for the shark to arrive. Getting the shark to watch Roan give birth was part of the plan. However, the shark's stubbornness was wearing Roan thin. 

He swam over to one of the regulars, Merrick, a friend of the owner, and offered them a dance. The shark glared at the two across the room for the entire length of the song. When the regular put a hand on Roan's belly, the shark got visibly agitated in his seat, barely able to contain his anger and maintain his cover.

Merrick pulled Roan in and laughed in his ear, "I should charge you for using me to get that one jealous."

Roan pushed his bloated belly into the regular's hand, moaning at how good it felt against his contracting pouch. "You love making other fish jealous."

"Save some of his eggs for me."

Roan laughed. He loved how kinky Merrick was. He leaned back and glanced at the shark. He was fuming. Roan turned back to the regular, "I should be the one charging you extra for something like that."

Merrick tipped Roan a large sum anyway and Roan swam another lap around the club floor. The shark watched all of Roan's movements. He paid for one dance, but barely even watched the dancer in front of him. 

Hours later, when the club was busy and the shark was getting crowded in his front-row seat, he finally looked at Roan and nodded to the private rooms. Roan led him back to the same room that they were in two weeks ago. 

He started to swim to the stage when the shark pulled Roan to the couch and clawed at his clothing, ripping a strip of fabric from Roan's body. So no foreplay? "No, stop!"

"We both know why we're here. Come on, let me see you."

The shark continued to tear at Roan's clothing and Roan turned around and genuinely tried to fight him off, attempting to at least slow him down. The brute was destroying his clothing and Roan really didn't want to spend more time customizing another outfit. The thing was meant to be stripped off anyway, release straps all over the outfit, ripping it wasn't even necessary. "Stop it!"

But the shark pulled at his beaded skirt, shredding the stitching, making beads fly all over the room. He stared at Roan's throbbing slit. "There we go."

"No!" 

"Shouldn't have worn stupid clothing." He placed one hand to Roan's bulging belly and another to his puffy slit. "You look so full." He pushed a finger inside his slit. "Push my eggs out."

Roan threw his shoulders back against the sofa and panted. He didn't know how the shark knew he was in active labor and had been desperate to push all night. Actually…he didn't even know if the shark knew he had to be *in labor* to push the eggs out. Fuck, he was happy he was already contracting and able to push, he didn't know what he would do if he had to explain how labor worked to the dumb fucking shark.

Luckily, his contractions were so close together, he didn't have to wait long. Finally, he pushed for the first time since he started laboring nearly 24 hours ago. The eggs immediately started moving inside his pouch and traveled toward his slit. Roan cried out in relief. His back bowed and his eyes closed. He pushed and the eggs shifted. The stretch was painful, but the egg's movement felt euphoric. At the end of the contraction, he stopped pushing and panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't stop pushing"

Roan opened his eyes. "What?"

The shark pushed on his belly, increasing the pressure on his pouch, "don't stop pushing."

Roan screeched as his pouch was crushed under the shark's hand. "STOP!—HAHHH—THAT'S NOT—FUHHHCK!—STOPPP!!!" Roan couldn't form the words. His pouch was under so much pressure. The eggs were being squeezed further deeper into his body, not out towards his slit. 

He tried again, "it's—hahhhhhh." But another contraction came on him and he started pushing once more, "I'm pushing, I'm pushing!" The eggs were finally moving towards his slit, their progress significantly hampered from the shark's hand. "You're pushing them backwards! Stop!"

The shark finally removed his hand and sheared at Roan, "I don't want to see you stopping anytime soon, okay?"

Roan pushed through the end of the contraction and took a deep breath once it was over. "Dumbass, you push during contractions!"

The shark was stunned by Roan's outburst. He froze and stared at him, eyes calculating.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Roan couldn't let his own cover slip. "Sorry!" He kept his head down, his chin tucked to his chest, "I—I mean…most fish don't know how labor works, it's different from oviposition…I—" another contraction started and he started pushing again, he winced and gave the shark something to latch onto other than his outburst, "—fuck. It hurts."

The shark snorted. He latched onto the vulnerabilities Roan laid out for him like a treasure map. "I don't care about how much it hurts, push out my eggs!"

Roan pretended to sob and kept pushing during his contractions. He pretended to push in-between contractions too, squeezing his hole, so the shark would feel something when he stuck his fingers inside him. He contorted his face in pain for the shark, playing up how much his eggs were hurting Roan's hole.

Eventually, the eggs reached his slit and started crowing and leaving his tight body. Roan shivered as each one left him, opening his slit wide, two or three at a time.

"Amazing." The shark watched Roan with hungry, heartless eyes, smiling every time Roan cried out a little louder than before.

After he laid a few dozen eggs, the shark pushed a flat palm to his slit, holding the eggs inside. 

"Let go!" Roan thrashed against the shark, trying to shake him off. The eggs piled up inside him, building pressure and slowly trying to force their way out.

The shark then gathered Roan's hands in his free hand and yanked him up, shoving Roan against the wall of the private room. Roan cried out when his back hit the wall with a loud thud. The shark's hand pushed into his slit with the effort, pushing the eggs backwards into his pouch.  Roan thrashed against the shark, his contractions continued and his body pushed the eggs against his will.

"Stop! Please! It hurts!" Roan's slit really did hurt. Bastard shark. But he wasn't in as much pain as he was pretending he was.

"I told you to find the schedule of the owner. Do you know it?"

"Please, let me go!" He tried to stop his body, but his stomach was contracting and pushing the eggs harder against the shark's hand. He groaned low in his throat.

"You're not answering the question."

"Please, I don't know anything!"

"You promised me information!" The shark pushed his fist into Roan's slit, rotating his knuckles against the eggs inside his canal.

Roan threw his head back and screamed through clenched teeth. That fucking HURT! 

The shark fucked him with his fist a few more times before asking again. "What do you know about the schedule?"

"Please!"

"You know something! I won't remove my hand until you tell me!"

Roan sobbed. His slit was burning from the shark's fish. The eggs were bulging his pouch and canal. His belly continued contracting, pushing the eggs against an immovable barrier. He wanted to stop pushing, but his body was laboring without him at this point, he needed to give birth. "Maybe tonight! I heard the bartenders talking…they said that the owner might stop by!" He hoped that was enough information for the shark.

"When?"

"I don't know!" Roan wanted the shark's hand out of his slit, his body was screaming at him, trembling, clenched in pain as it worked against him and the shark's fist, pushing eggs down a blocked canal. 

"Take an educated guess!" The shark pushed his fist further into Roan, the eggs pushed backwards, building unbelievably sharp painful spikes to shoot through Roan's egg sack.

"Ahhhhhh, stopppppp! They—they usually come in by midnight!" He sobbed again for good measure, "Please! Move your hand, I'm begging you!!"

The shark smirked and let Roan go. Roan slumped against the wall, another contraction making his tail clench in pain, he cradled his sore belly and pushed. A handful of eggs flowed out of his slit at once, stretching him open and rubbing against his opening too fast and too hard. He pressed his hands flat on either side of his slit, his muscles locking up, supporting his slit from the onslaught of eggs . 

The shark swam up to Roan and swatted the eggs to the ground and slammed a hand down, crushing them. Roan was happy that he and the shark were of the same mind—none of the eggs needed to be preserved for incubation—but still, he let his instincts well up and released a cry of distress at seeing the eggs smashed seconds after giving birth to them. The shark laughed and crushed all the eggs in front of Roan. The shark leaned into Roan's personal space, close to his face, "I'll leave you to this, I'll come back once the owners are here." Then leaned back and made a move to swim towards the door.

Fuck! He was planning on leaving. the shark couldn't leave yet. Another contraction took hold of Roan and he worked to push more eggs out of his slit. "Please!"

"Please what, little guppy?"

"I—" Roan needed a second to think! His slit was pounding and his pouch was sore from holding off birth for more than a day, "please help me."

The shark laughed at Roan, "why should I help a siren like you?"

Roan let himself whimper at the insult. He pushed more eggs out of his slit. This part of birth was always painful, the eggs stretching his body, rotating and deforming as they held his passage open and pulled at his hole. His slit felt like it was on burning as he pushed out a clump of four eggs stuck together. He couldn't let the shark leave. He didn't know if he should play up the innocent act or the pathetic one. 

The shark was watching him with those cruel eyes again. "Push out my eggs."

Ah. Right. Playing to his sadistic side would always work. Roan closed his eyes and pushed out more eggs, whimpering softly, "it hurts."

He snorted. "Of course they do. Those are bull shark eggs, they're bigger than other fish!"

That was factually incorrect. The eggs were produced by the carrier, were relative to the species, and were always the same size, no matter who the sire was. Roan acted like it was a struggle to push them out, "they're so big!"

The shark turned back towards Roan again, his back to the door, watching Roan birth the eggs on the floor in the corner of the room.  

Success! Roan whined and closed his eyes, wiggling his tail. He pretended to cradle his flatter belly in his hands. "Ahhhhhhh! My slit! Your eggs hurt so much!" He strained and gasped, really put on a show for the shark, while actually pushing out the eggs. 

The shark swam over to Roan again and crushed the pile of eggs he birthed. Roan cried out in distress, reaching a hand towards the eggs, but making no attempt to move his body from the corner. He squeezed his belly, with his hands, compressing his egg pouch and shoving any remaining eggs towards the exit. 

The shark started stroking his cock, watching Roan.

His contractions were thankfully ending, his belly finally getting a break. Roan breathed deep, filling his lungs with water. The eggs he'd birthed were all around him, on his tail, falling to the floor. The shark got distracted and missed crushing a few eggs. Good. One or two had to survive for the plan to work. Roan worked to push out the remaining eggs. The last ones strained his egg sack as it worked twice as hard to empty the organ. 

When he'd birthed the last egg, Roan laid on the floor, taking a short reprieve. The shark was hovering over him, stroking his cock, aiming for Roan's prone body. 

Roan sat up and shuffled his body towards the sofa, making it look like he was avoiding the shark.

The shark followed him, adjusting his cock so the tip was constantly pointed at Roan, "Ah-ah-ah! Lie still, let me give you a shower!"

Roan pulled the emergency level under the sofa, alerting security. 

Within seconds, three guards entered the room, tacking the shark to the ground, crushing his hard dick to the floor. 

The shark jerked like he was electrocuted, an undignified yelp leaving his mouth in shock. He cursed at the security guards, fighting them, but one of them elbowed directly into the shark's back, hitting his spine and crushing his dick further into the floor. He froze and his tail was convulsing in aftershocks of pain. 

He bucked the guards off him, throwing one into a table and crushing it, but the remaining two security guards were easily overpowered. The guards zip tied his hands together and shoved kelp into his mouth, muffling his screams. 

When the shark was successfully restrained, another angelfish entered the room. 

She stood in the doorway, looking at the chaotic scene in the room, her face calm and assessing. She looked at Roan, her eyes softening, giving him a sympathetic look, before turning around to the restrained shark on the floor.

She slowly swan up to the shark and leaned close into his personal space and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Undercover Cop."

The shark froze, a dumbfounded look on his face. Roan snorted. Did he really think his cover was still intact?

"I'm the owner. I heard that you wanted to meet me." The angelfish leaned back, never breaking eye contact with the shark. 

The shark looked confused. His eyes were wide, looking from Roan to the female angelfish. Roan could see the wheels in his head turning. 

Angelfish weren't uncommon, especially when visiting a club like theirs, but Roan and his aunt had near identical family markings. Roan could see the exact moment when the shark put the pieces together.

Roan's aunt smiled when she saw the realization on the shark's face, "from what I understand, you were supposed to be working on an undercover operation to gain access to my personal schedule book, correct?"

The shark's face contorted. He hardened his eyes, slowed his breathing. It was always amusing watching what happened when the cops got caught.

Roan's aunt snorted, she turned her head to nod at Roan, who was making his way up onto the sofa in the room, one hand cradled to his belly, leaning against the arm rest. She turned around and looked into the corners of the room, "But all the times you were here, you seemed far more interested in my nephew than getting information. When we review the camera footage, what will it show?" 

The shark tried to protest, but the angelfish nodded to the guards and they knocked him out. They dragged him out of the room, tail dragging along the way. 

The owner then called another fish from the hallway into the room and told them to preserve the intact eggs when they cleaned the room. There was a muffled affirmative and then Roan's aunt turned back to him. 

"You okay, kid?"

Roan groaned, long and noisily. He moved to get off the sofa, but his arms were visibly trembling. His aunt swam up next to him and put an arm around his back. "I wasn't expecting him to fist me"

"Yeah, that was unexpected." She helped him up and to the sofa, "we were going to go in once he threw you to the wall, but you never gave the signal."

"We got more footage this way." Roan leaned into his aunt's shoulder, resting his eyes for a second.

"Yeah, yeah." She ran a hand through his hair. "We called the doctor, he should be here soon."

Roan hummed in response. 

His aunt gripped the back of his head in a firm embrace. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were in labor?"

Fuck. Roan opened his eyes, "We had to wait until he showed up here anyway, right?" His voice was unsure, though. 

His aunt's eye's were hard. "We only figured it out when you took the asshole to the private rooms. We could have called the doctor too late."

"I'm fine."

"And last week?" Her grip hardened. 

Fuck, last week. Roan felt his aunt's disappointed gaze boring into his skull. "I'm sorry! I didn't know he would come back last week!"

She released his head, pinching the bridge of her eyebrows. "We discovered that one by reviewing security footage. Always tell us when anyone even approaches you outside the club. Especially if they attack you."

Roan paused, "I actually forgot about that one."

His aunt signed and pressed her hands together, "Poseidon bless my idiot nephew."

"I didn't let him crush all the eggs!"

She opened her eyes, nodding once, "That you didn't. Good job. They will make for nice evidence." 

"One of the regulars wanted to try one."

"Gross. I'll charge them. Who was it?"

"Merrick."

She snorted, "I'll charge him quadruple for one egg."

The eggs were collected and deposited in a water-tight container. They were deposited at the doorstep to the police station, along with security footage and a letter explaining the attack that was witnessed at their location. No one asked what happened to the undercover cop asking questions around the club

Kinktober 2024

[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 20: Lactophilia

From the outside, the dairy farm was a normal farm. But it held a secret. 

The farm produced the best quality milk in the area, the creamy taste and rich texture was sought out far and wide. The farm was isolated, tucked on the edge of the magical forest, where monsters roamed and were rumored to eat villagers a long time ago. The secret to the farm was the hu-cows the farmers kept in the barns deep in the forest. 

Over 50 years ago, the vine monsters were the biggest problem for the village. The vine monsters were giant masses of undulating and writhing vines, a tangled mess of vines where their bodies should be. They hid in the forest trees and only came out at night, waiting for their prey with holes they could fill. The vine monsters used to roam free and loved to kidnap villagers, restraining their victims, pleasuring them nonstop for days, making them orgasm to early death. 

The farm kept the vine monster population under control simply by building a barn deep in the forest and filling it with hu-cows, freely available for the monster's use. The monsters no longer had to search for companionship and the farm-hands would guarantee the vine monsters released the hu-cows before they were killed. 

The farm was passed generation-to-generation and after more than five decades, the vine monsters now exclusively sought out the hu-cow barns for companionship, avoiding kidnapping villagers altogether in favor of the readily available hu-cows. And the farm only reaped the benefits.

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Every night the shudders of the massive barn would open, shining the early moonlight onto the sleeping hu-cows. The barn was filled with free-roaming hu-cow boys, their little cocks hard and leaking around their cockrings. Their tits full and heavy after the long day, their nipples elongated and clamped shut, chest harnesses cradling their tits.  

Most of the herd started stirring and waking for the night. Their moos alerting monsters of the forest that the barn was available. Since most monsters were nocturnal, the farm closed the barn down during the day so the hu-cows could rest and the human farm-hands could easily walk around the barn without monsters trying to attack the humans through the mating stalls. 

The hu-cows ambled around the barn at their leisure, gazing at the troughs of food, sleeping when they wanted, choosing when they got their tits milked in the milking machine, and of course, when they entered the breeding stalls. 

The barn was intended to calm the monster population of the forest, so an entire wall of the barn was dedicated to the breeding stalls. The hu-cows could enter the stalls from the inside of the barn. The door would automatically close behind them. Inside, they would bend over the breeding hammock, it had a large hole for their belly to poke through, with openings for their arms to slip inside of a place for them to grip their hands. The weight of their body would pull on the hammock, activating the breeding stall. 

Collection tubes were attached to their nipple clamps, releasing the pressure around their nipples, while beginning suction. The hu-cows mooed in response, wiggling into the hammock to get comfortable, as their tits were finally released of milk. The pulleys supporting the hammock would be hydraulically lifted, lifting the hu-cow until their arms and feet were dangling off the ground and slowly moving them backwards until their hole was pressed against the metal bars in the back of the stall. The outer door to the stall would then open, allowing the forest monsters free and open access to their hole. The hu-cow would be fucked and milked until the monster left or, rarely, a farm-hand would pull them out. 

This early in the evening, most of the hu-cows were still waking up, stretching and lazily eating to start the evening. But some headed straight towards the stalls. They flung their bodies onto the hammocks, thrusting their butts to the bars behind them and let out guttural moans when the monsters waiting just outside the barn walls thrust into their waiting holes. 

The hu-cows were primarily intended to be used by the vine monsters. They were bred to have holes that could accept multiple vines and their milk production was increased when their bellies were filled with the monster's eggs. Though many other forest monsters used the hu-cows, the vine monsters were very territorial of the hu-cow barn, often fighting the other monsters for their turn at the milking stalls. 

Right now, just as twilight was ending, the vine monsters were still waking and had a long way to travel from their den deep in the forest. So the early evening belonged to the smaller, more sunlight-tolerant monsters, getting their fill of the hu-cows before the vine monsters arrived.

The wild wargs were a particular favorite for the early-evening hu-cow crowd, their double knotted cocks guaranteed to rub in the best of ways against the hu-cow's prostates. The quality of their milk production increased when the hu-cows felt arousal, so they would let the wargs hump into their holes, their eyes rolling in their heads, falling into a fucked-out trance just after waking up. Their tits filled with milk and the pumps worked to milk them dry.

Due to the cockrings the hu-cows all wore, they could only cum when in the breeding stalls. The cockrings would disengage at random intervals, letting them cum completely at random. Sometimes they would be allowed to cum multiple times in a night, sometimes they were kept on edge for days, their cum building up in their balls, deeping the essence. It kept the hu-cows wanting to visit the breeding stalls over and over, just for another chance of cumming. 

Those with the luck to get their cockring deactivated will cum immediately the pressure releases around the base of their cock. The suction pumps will activate, pulling and pumping their cocks, just like their tits, rhythmically emptying their body of milk. The wargs love it when the hu-cows cum on their cocks, humping into the hu-cows, digging both their knots against their prostate, milking them for all they are worth. 

However, the farm has to be sure the cockrings do not get released too often during the early evening period, making sure that a significant population of the hu-cows are available for prostate milking for the vine monsters. So the wargs find it particularly satisfying when they get a hu-cow to cum on their cocks, riding them hard, pounding their cocks deep into their holes, making sure to make sure the hu-cow remembered their cock.

By the time the dead of night had fallen, a large portion of the hu-cows had been to the milking stalls at least once. They all had eaten and watered and were restless, waiting. The smaller monsters had left a few minutes prior and the night was still.

An unnatural hush over the forest and the sound of branches and foliage crunching signaled the arrival of the vine monsters. The hu-cows mooed at their arrival and started lining up to enter the milking stalls. 

The hu-cows who hadn't taken a turn were allowed to go first, their fellow hu-cows understanding their need to unload their heavy, milky tits, needing the chance to cum. They entered the milking stalls, falling into the hammocks, and moaning in anticipation. The doors opened and the vine monsters thrust their tentacles past the bars and slithered around the hu-cows, holding their limbs askew and teasing the tips of at least three vines against their holes.

The vine monsters started slow, teasing and flicking the holes of the hu-cows, testing their pliancy and bounce. They would push one vine inside, just opening them up, before working in another alongside the first. One would inevitably rub against their prostates, making the hu-cows rock-hard, but unable to cum. The only way for the tension in their bodies to be released was through the minuscule feeling of relief their tits felt when the milking machines pumped and sucked on their sore nipples. 

The vines would work a third, fourth, or even fifth vine into the hu-cow's holes, pushing thick vines deep into their bellies, the outline of their tentacles visible through the hu-cow's skin. Deep inside the hu-cow's asses the vine monsters were searching for the eggs they sensed. Left there from the vine monsters the previous night. 

The vine monsters would work in the tentacles into the hu-cow, offended at another monster's eggs inside the hu-cow they were about to breed themself. The hu-cow's body would be triggered in response, tricked into thinking they were giving birth, their milk turning sweet and the milking pumps adjusting the method of suction, intensifying the suction, pulling the large flow of milk from the hu-cows chest. 

The vine monster would fill the hu-cow with their eggs, pushing the eggs deep inside the hu-cow's belly, ensuring they would be incubated. This then triggered the hu-cow's breeding phase, making them pliant and relaxed, moaning into the hammock as their lower half relaxed and they let their tits be milked and their hole be fucked and bred. 

The vine monsters would relentlessly pursue their prostate, feeling the way the hu-cows squeeze around their tentacles, making the hu-cow cause that reaction. The hu-cow would shake in their bonds, unable to do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure the vine monster wanted to give them. 

The vine monsters were once thought to be benevolent monsters, making people die of pleasure and the hu-cows got to feel the best of the vine monster's efforts with the safety of the breeding stall around them. They vine monsters rocked into the hu-cows, fucking them until they cried out in pleasure, their throats releasing little cries, their tits releasing continuous milk. 

It was rare that a hu-cow would be matched with the same vine monster two-nights in a row, but if they were, the monster wouldn't remove the previous night's eggs, but instead, it would fill the hu-cow up even more, making their little tummy full and near bursting from two nights worth of eggs. Their sore tits would work in overdrive working to produce milk, his nipples sore from being sucked so often. These hu-cows would be barely able to crawl around, their bellies nearly touching the floor, the pleasure constant. 

The farm-hands almost always let the hu-cows cum on the third night, when they guaranteed that the hu-cow would receive a new vine monster, releasing their cock ring early and letting them cum every time the new vine monster pulled an egg from their ass. 

The hu-cows loved being bred by the vine monsters, they gave them the best fuckings and feeling their tits produce milk felt so good!

The hu-cows were bred for this after all. Most of the cum the farm collected was sold, but some was kept to breed more hu-cows for the farm. Some were sold to…special collectors who valued the unique taste of the milk. 

Once male hu-cows matured on the public farm, they were released to the breeding barn, available to seek the vine monsters whenever they wanted. Inevitably, nearly all hu-cows would warm up to the breeding stalls, seeking them out multiple times a day, getting their holes stretched and filled, loving the feeling of being milked

The hu-cows that never volunteered themselves for the breeding stalls were sent back to the public farm, to be raised as a regular milking cow. Only hu-cows that produced the highest quality milk were allowed to stay in the forest barn.

Throughout the night, the vine monsters used the hu-cows, breeding them with eggs, making their tits produce the most delicious milk. If a monster got too handsy or stayed in the stall for too long, the backdoor would close, blocking the monster's access through the back bars. The farm-hands would release the hu-cow back into the barn.

Those with extremely milky tits could go to a milking machine set up in the barn, similar to the public barn. But they would only be milked. There wasn't anyone fucking them or a chance for the cockrings to be released. But it would relieve the pressure in their tits, especially if they had a double, or even the rare triple, clutch of vine eggs. 

When dawn started to arise, the vine monsters made their way back into the forest, deep in darkness. The morning would come and the doors would close. The shudders on top of the roof would turn so it would allow in sunlight. 

The hu-cows climbed over each over and cuddled, falling asleep against round bellies.

Kinktober 2024

[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 19: Chastity Belt

Oliver decided to take a shortcut while walking home alone. Through the dark woods. The creepy house deep in the forest wasn't haunted, right? Those were only children's ghost stories. 

That's what Oliver thought, until he woke up, shackled to a wall in a cold, dark basement, he wished they were only ghost stories. He was sitting on the floor, the cold stone tile seeping into his bones. His arms were raised above his head, attached to the wall. His pregnant belly shivered, his shirt ripped and exposing his protruding midsection

Oliver froze in shock when he heard footsteps walking down the stairs. Two vampires walked down and stood tall in front of him. They introduced themselves and told Oliver they were very happy to find him. He'd tripped and fallen in the woods, hitting his head and passing out. The vampires found him and saved him. To repay them, Oliver was going to be their food source for a little while. 

~

They fed on Oliver that night. He was scared and felt their fang sinking into his neck over and over as they drained most of his blood. He was left weak and limp, light-headed from the blood loss. 

Oliver spent tireless days and nights in the basement, crying and shivering for someone to save him. The two vampires never came down once during that time, even though Oliver could hear how they talked and moved upstairs

After three exhausting nights of sobbing in the basement, the vampires finally brought Oliver up to the upper floors. He was scared and hungry, but compliant for the promise of food. They placed a plate of food on the floor and bent Oliver over a bench and said he could eat as long as he stayed put. 

With the first bite of food, they inserted a dildo into his cunt, making his stomach spasm from the pain. Oliver cried out and tried to struggle away, trying to grab at the dildo deep inside him, but the vampires only asked if he wasn't hungry and motioned to take his food away. Oliver sobbed that he still wanted the food and started again. They quickly inserted another dildo into his ass, just as large as the first one.

Oliver was only half way done eating from the plate when they attached a chastity belt to his waist and slung a strap between his legs, holding in the two dildos. Oliver cried as his insides cramped from the dildos and the way his body was hanging over the bench. 

Before he could finish eating, the vampires lifted him off the bench and threw him against a wall. His large belly bounded from the rough treatment and the dildos pushed against his full womb, making the baby inside him rest against the thick silicon. Oliver let out a scared cry and the two vampires descended on either side of his neck, sucking his blood again. Oliver held his drooping belly up, pleading with them to let him go and take the dildos out. But they continued feeding off of him, telling him the dildos ensured he wouldn't have his precious baby without them knowing. Oliver wept. His holes weren't prepared for the intrusion and the dry dildos were rubbing his insides raw. His belly felt bloated and too full with the mass of the dildos pushing against his insides. 

The two vampires held Oliver in their house for another month, waiting for his labor to start. They drank from him weekly, telling him they were preparing him for the ceremony. He begged them to let him go, he would give birth soon. The vampires only smiled manically at the statement, telling Oliver they were very excited for the end of his pregnancy. Oliver never brought up his pregnancy again.

When his labor finally started, the vampires finally gorged on his blood. They bit him on the neck, like usual, but also fed from his inner wrists and thighs. Oliver felt like he was dying from the blood loss alone.

Not to mention the chastity device. Oliver still had two dildos pushing against his womb, not allowing his cervix to open to begin labor. The vampires had replaced the dildos twice in the last month, swapping them out for bigger sizes, making Oliver's cunt and rim spasm for hours once they inserted the largest sizes. He begged the vampires to let him go, to release the dildos, but they continued drinking his blood, pleasure drunk off the pain his labor was releasing into his bloodstream.

Oliver moaned in pain, rolling on the floor, legs spasming too much to even attempt to crawl away. The vampires fucked each other in front of him, one sitting on the other's cock, jack hammering up and down with the stamina and vigor only a vampire could know.

Oliver cried as he pushed against the dildos, completely filling his insides. He held onto his trembling belly, feeling the way his poor womb worked to push the baby downwards against the unyielding dildos. He begged the vampires to take the device off so he could give birth.

The vampires fucked each other for a days, feeding off of Oliver as he labored. they fingered each other as they pushed against the dildos inside Oliver, seeing who could cause him to wail the loudest. They flipped Oliver onto his belly and he howled in pain, his belly in absolute agony, desperately bawling for the vampires to flip him over, telling them his belly was going to burst, but they bit into his ass cheeks, seeing how much they could drink from his plump bottom, pushing Oliver's belly harder into the floor. They fucked each other doggy-style, one of them grinding against the dildos, double-fucking Oliver, pushing the dildos further into his womb, holding the baby inside. 

Eventually Oliver's contractions were nonstop, barely seconds between two minute-long contractions. He was so tired. His holes were sore from straining against the dildos for so long. He was drained of so much blood he couldn't get the energy to scream. He sobbed, scared, begging the vampires for help, begging for them to remove the dildos so he could finish giving birth.

They came up to him and put their cold hands to his belly, imbuing him with magic. No, they said, they would make sure he never gave birth. They were going to turn his baby into a vampire, permanently minutes away from birth, Oliver was going to be such a delicious source of blood for them. 

Oliver was frozen in fear. No, he whispered. Please, not my baby. But the vampires held his limbs to the floor as one of them stroked his massive belly. One of them held up a hand and the nail of their index finger elongated into a thin needle. Oliver struggled against the other vampire's hold, but he was so weak after a week of laboring. His body hurt, his belly was in constant pain from being squeezed so hard.

The nail was inserted into his belly. Oliver felt a sharp pain at the injection spot, and watched with wide eyes as the rest of it was inserted into his belly. He started hyperventilating. His dense dome of a belly rocked with every breath. 

Then his baby moved, twisting and stretching its limbs and Oliver felt a sharp pain inside him. He yelped and the vampire smiled. They said the baby should be feeding from its placenta now, that would leave the vampires to feed on Oliver. they removed their nail from his belly and barely a drop of blood was left on his skin.

Oliver was breathing deep, in deeper pain than before, but still laboring around a baby that apparently would never come. He begged for the vampires to remove the dildos, he begged for them to fuck him instead, just please remove the dildos. 

One of them smiled and said they wanted to feel how far dilated Oliver would be stuck at for the rest of his left. Oliver whimpered when he heard that, but felt relieved when the chastity belt was released and the dildo was finally removed from his cunt a month later. He let his legs fall open, revealing his gaping cunt into the room, it throbbed with his heartbeat, puffy and sore from the massive dildo. He sobbed at the pain he still felt deep in his womb, his body still trying to give birth to his vampire baby.

The vampire stuck five of their fingers into Oliver without warning and Oliver arched his back in pain, his limbs tightened and he rolled his head to the side and screamed as the vampire's knuckles slipped into his pussy, stretching it on their cold, hard fist. Oliver panted, trying to acclimate to the pain when the vampire pushed their fist deeper, hitting the back of Oliver's cunt. Two fingers were pushed into Oliver's cervix, stretching the small hole. The vampire torturing Oliver chuckled and told him he was barely dilated before the baby was turned. That means Oliver will stay laboring for even longer, even if his cervix spreads out some over the years, he'll still never be dilated enough to ever give birth.

Oliver sobbed. He was in so much pain. Just minutes ago he thought he would be giving birth, even in these deplorable conditions, but now, as he thought about his future, he cried and cried about what he was going to face. His belly was in so much pain. The baby was stretching and pushing on his organs. The dildo in his ass was still full and holding his ass open. He sobbed and let the tears fall. His belly contracted and he laid on the floor and let the sensations wash over him.

The vampire removed their fist and reached down to push their cock against Oliver's cunt. Oliver didn't stop them, he kept holding his contracting painful belly and let the vampire fuck him, sobbing with every thrust inside his cunt. He pleaded that they remove the other dildo, but the vampire fucking him said that they liked the extra pressure it gave his cunt, they would be leaving it in. 

Oliver sobbed, his body in absolute agony, and the vampires told him how happy they were to have caught such a delicious human in their woods.

Kinktober 2024

[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 18: Ritual Sex

The ritual was starting. Rador was led to the sacred statue, where the golden minotaur was sitting in an opulent throne. His cock uncovered for once, cleaned and polished for the ceremony. 

Rador cradled his bulging lower tummy. He was selected as the essence carrier this year, an honor he never thought would be chosen for. But when the council of priests read his name last fall, he couldn't believe it. The fall ceremony was a joy to experience, even if Rador was begging for it to be over by the end. His pain was for their minotaur deity. His belly filled with hundreds of small orbs, each a vessel for the minotaur god's essence. The orbs would grow over winter, to be delivered during the spring ritual.

The priests were chanting and the ceremony proceeded. Rador nervously stepped up to the altar, untying the belt at this waist and dropping the robe. He turned around, one trembling hand still supporting the underside of his belly and he showed the crowd how full he was. He then turned his back towards the crowd and bent at the waist. Both hands had to come up to support his belly for balance while he leaned over, but once he was steady, his hands left his belly and grabbed his asscheeks, spreading them wide so his glistening hole was shown to the crowd. The crowd cheered to see the slick traveling down his thigh and Rador's hole winked in anticipation. He then stood upright, wobbling a little because of his large belly, and walked to the large statue of the golden minotaur. 

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Rador stepped onto the throne between the minotaur's legs and grabbed the statue's arms for balance. He turned around and squatted until the massive golden cock pressed to his hole. The thing was so huge he didn't have to squat far, his knees barely bent at 90 degrees. 

The crowd was chanting along with the priests. Rador took a deep breath. His mind was filled with static, he couldn't even tell what verse they were on. Once they stopped chanting, he was supposed to accept the minotaur's gift into his body. The cock was so wide he didn't know how it was going to even fit inside his hole, even with the preparation he had beforehand.

Rador was overthinking it so much he barely noticed when the crowd was done chanting. Embarrassed, he bent his knees and impaled himself on the cock in one go, instantly breaching his hole.  His back immediately tensed and locked in pain. His hole spasmed, stinging with the stretch. He tried to suck in a breath, but his lungs weren't working. 

The crowd started chanting again. Fuck. Rador had until the end of the chant to finish impaling himself on the massive cock. 

He breathed in what little air he could and bent his knees in a deeper squat. The cock rubbed over his prostate and Rador jerked forward, the cock pressed against his spine and his body was a-light in a constant feedback loop. The crowd chanted louder. Rador gasped for air. His lungs were burning, every muscle in his body spasming in shock. He pulled himself as far down as he could. His hole was stretched and burning. His insides fucked and filled. 

Rador couldn't tell what part of the chant the crowd was on. All he knew was he had to keep going. He repositioned his legs to be on either side of the minotaur's thick thighs, his hands placed on the minotaur's arms, holding his entire body weight. His belly protruded in front of him as he sank down onto the cock. 

The cock was rearranging his guts, he could feel his insides moving around to make room for its massive size. His spine was forced to align straighter in his body, the top of his stomach was starting to poke out from the tip of the cock. His hole was burning from being stretched so open for so long. His prostate was crushed and rubbed raw. 

Eventually Rador reached the end of the cock and let out a shaky sigh of relief. Tears started to prick at his eyes. He was so full. His very being felt like it had been filled and taken over by the minotaur god. He relaxed his shoulders and leaned back against the minotaur's body, Rador's head barely came up to the statue's chest. As Rador sank down, the cock shifted his insides, squishing his organs, poking his belly out. Rador's eyes fluttered, he was becoming one with the minotaur god, just a vessel for his will.

The chanting ended. Just in time.

The priests continued the ceremony. Breathing shallowly to not rock the massive object inside his guts, Rador understood why the essence carriers never chanted with the rest of the crowd. He couldn't even recite one verse even if he tried. Rador focused on his breathing and trying to get his spasming muscles used to the massive intrusion fucked directly into his core.

Someone touching his cock alerted Rador to the next part of the ceremony. A priest was kneeling on a pillow placed at the throne of the golden minotaur. He was stroking Rador's cock, coaxing him into semi-hardness. Based on the way the golden cock was pressing insistently against his prostate, it didn't take long for Rador to become hard. 

Another priest chanted over a brewing cauldron sitting in front of the altar, making it smoke red. He then reached inside the cauldron and filled a large goblet with the potion. He climbed a ladder to the side of the golden minotaur statue and poured the potion into the statue's mouth. The eyes of the statue turned red and steam blew out of its nostrils. Inside Rador, the large cock started moving, slowly fucking in and out of his hole.

The minotaur's cock was fucking directly against his prostate and it was difficult to hide his reactions to the ceremony. Rador's eyes were rolling in his head and he pushed his ass back onto the minotaur's hips, chasing the overwhelming feeling of being fucked by a god.

The priest between his legs put his mouth around Rador's cock and his head exploded. He released a long-drawn out moan, unable to hold back. The priest increased the suction on his cock, stroking the underside with his tongue. The priest then reached both hands up to Rador's round belly and hummed. 

The vibrations made it impossible for Rador to hold still, his cock jumping in the priest's mouth. He gasped and breathed heavily, trying to get ahold of himself again. But the pressure in his belly multiplied. 

Rador whined. His belly was feeling so full. The priest's hands glowed and the energy flowed into Rador's belly. His belly contracted under the priest's hands and Rador curled in on himself, yelling. 

Labor had started. 

Rador's belly continued to squeeze and contract, it felt like the magical orbs he was carrying were being crushed into the solid cock filling his body. There wasn't any room for his lungs to expand, he couldn't breathe.

An orb started making its way down and through his stomach and into his prostate. Rador whined. The sensations were so much. The god's cock was spreading his hole wide, thrusting deep inside him, his mind was hazy and heavy with pleasure. His poor prostate was being filled and pounded so hard Rador's mind was forgetting everything but the tight heat on his own dick and being a vessel for the god. 

He clenched his belly muscles with the next contraction and the orb pushed into the base of Rador's cock, making him cry out at the new stretch. The priest imbued his hands with magic and bobbed his head down Rador's dick and caught the orb behind his lips, sucking on Rador's cock and pulling the orb along his dick hole. Rador's limbs trembled. The sensations were overwhelming, the feeling of the orb bulging the underside of his cock, cradled by the priest's wet tongue as it was pulled towards his tip. If the ceremony would have allowed it, Rador would have cummed twice already. 

Rador was shaking against the minotaur god when the priest finally pulled the orb from his cock. Rador gasped for breath. His belly calmed, residual contractions still rippling along his skin. He was still hard. This was going to be a long night.

The next priest came up and knelt between Rador's legs and placed his mouth on his cock. Rador moaned. He didn't know how he was going to get through the rest of the ceremony, he was already feeling overwhelmed. 

When the new priest placed his hands on Rador's belly, the contractions continued, squeezing another orb into his prostate. This priest took his time progressing Rador's contractions, instead sucking Rador's cock into his throat, squeezing around the sensitive tip. Rador writhed against the minotaur god, the orb in his prostate filling him, sending direct sparks of pleasure up his spine. The priest sucked on Rador's dick, hollowing his cheeks, swallowing around his head, forcing his throat to contract around Rador's glands. He drank from Rador's cock, the orb sucked directly down his throat and into the priest's stomach.

The third priest fondled Rador's perineum until his dick was twitching around the priest's lips, hitting the top of his mouth. The priest pressed two fingers behind Rador's balls, rubbing in time with the thrusts of the minotaur god's cock. The orb slowly fell into Rador's prostate and the priest dug his fingers behind the orb, pulling it through Rador's cock and into his mouth. 

The fourth priest rested Rador's cock in his mouth and placed steady hands on his belly, making Rador's belly contract at regular intervals. Rador moaned as the orb was pushed from his belly through his prostate and into his cock by the force of the contractions alone. Rador whined, shifting his weight, the only movement in him was the minotaur's cock constantly fucking up into his body and the orb traveling excruciatingly slow down his own dick. He gasped against the statue, and pleaded with the priest. He only hummed in response, pressing his broad, wet tongue against the underside of Rador's dick, waiting for the orb to contract along his dick and into his mouth. The further the orb got from Rador's stomach, the slower it traveled, until it was moving millimeters every contraction.  Rador whimpered, rocking his hips, trying to get the orb to travel faster. But it moved slowly, so very slowly, until it was finally at the tip of his cock and the priest kissed the end of Rador's dick, sucking the orb into his mouth. 

Rador couldn't take the sensations after the fifth and final priest and broke down crying. It felt so good to have his cock sucked by mouth after mouth, warm, wet, lovingly caressing him. At the same time, his back rim was tired, numb from the pounding at his backside, his cockhole was sore from birthing so many orbs, his stomach sore and trembling,his muscles tired from contracting. 

The fifth priest sucked his cock and pulled the orb from his hole with wet, delicious pressure. The priest's lips were tight and the orb was making his brain cloud with nothing but pleasure. Rador felt the tears falling down his cheeks before he realized they were falling from his eyes. Everything was so much. 

Even when the fifth priest had consumed his orb, he held his hands to Rador's big belly and chanted. This time when the priest pulled his hands away, the contractions continued, the orbs were squeezed into the thick cock fucking into his body and it felt like all the orbs were bring crushed into his prostate, waiting to be born, all at once. Rador threw his head back and howled. His insides were being crushed and fucked and his role as an essence carrier was being pounded into his body with every thrust, waiting for the next person to take their rightful spot and be fed by the god's essence. 

The priests finished the ceremony, a singular chant that was repeated by the antsy crowd. They then formed a line and walked up to the altar, kneeling before the minotaur god and between Rador's legs. 

The crowd pulled orb after orb out of his body. Rador was a shaking, crying mess. His thighs quivered as they were slung over the minotaur's legs. His asshole was loose and his back was forced against the minotaur's abdomen, while his hands clenched to the minotaur's thick arms. The crowd was relentless, stroking and prodding Rador's dick and balls, teasing each orb out of his belly. His dick was warm and wet, constantly stimulated and sucked, leaving Rador no rest.

Some of the crowd would tease fingers against Rador's perineum and rim, feeling the way the minotaur's cock drove into Rador's loose asshole. They said personal chants against the minotaur's girth, asking for strength and vitality from the sacred member.

Rador was forced to accept the constant onslaught of pleasure, his body building arousal through his belly and into his chest, choking him with it. Each orb that left his cock was another rung up the ladder with no end, building inside Rador until his head was hazy with heat and his eyes clouded with tears.

Finally, some familiar faces arrived at the altar, like they were Rador's personal salvation in this ceremony. 

His three friends walked up, eyes filled with arousal and pity. All three kneeled between Rador's spread legs, biting his inner thighs, teasing his rim and balls. The one in the center held onto his cock at the base, so no more orbs could travel down his dick, and deepthroated Rador until his lips met where his hand held Rador's hole closed. 

They sucked on his thighs, rubbed his belly, stroked soothingly up and down limbs, giving him pleasure, making the knot in his stomach curl tighter. They teased him until he was sobbing, pleading with them for something, anything. One of them nuzzled into his bloated belly, telling Rador how amazing he looked at the essence carrier, but they wanted him to cum before they each took their orbs. 

Rador sobbed against their ministrations. They were making him feel soo good. He told them he didn't know if he could even cum like this. 

They only cooed in response, rubbing his body, they told Rador he was doing such a good job as the essence carrier, just let them take care of him. Rador whined as they doubled their efforts. His thighs were covered in bite marks, his belly massaged, the orbs rolling inside him, traveling against the minotaur's cock thrusting inside him. The friend at his dick bobbed his head, taking Rador deep into his throat and then pulling back with hollow cheeks and a wet, slippery slide. Rador humped into his mouth, the other holding his legs down, making him just experience the pleasure and not chase it. 

With a desperate whine, Rador felt two orbs traveling into his prostate, expanding and filling the small organ. Rador fell forward, body trembling in sensations. He let his eyes close and focused on feeling for the fingertips and mouths of his friends. He pushed into their touch, brain clouding when they kept telling how good of a job he was doing as the essence carrier. 

Rador was so enthralled with their touch, he was shocked when one of them inserted their finger into his asshole, alongside the minotaur's cock. Rador's eyes flew open and he choked on his spit. The friend pushed his finger as far inside as it would go and curled inwards, poking Rador's prostate. 

That extra pressure was what sent Rador over the edge. His orgasm was hindered by the orbs stuffed in his cock and his friend holding the base of his dick. It felt like the sensations traveled through his balls, stopped in prostate, then ricocheted back into his balls. Rador convulsed against the statue, the muscles in his core coiling and tightening through his orgasm. 

The moment his tremors slowed, his friend released his hand and sank back down his cock, taking Rador all the way into his throat in one go. Rador jerked his hips, the minotaur's cock fucking into his hole, his own cock humping into his friend's throat. 

His friend sucked and sucked his cock, pulling the orb out with pressure alone. Rador sobbed against the minotaur god. He couldn't think, he was barely over the sensations of his orgasm, after hours of baring orbs, his friend's wet mouth and thick tongue were building pressure within his core again, much too quickly, too soon.

But the first friend pulled his orb out of Rador's cock while the pleasure built. A second friend quickly replaced him and deepthroated Rador like he was trying to swallow Rador's cock into his stomach. The remaining two kept the sensations on his body, stroking, sucking marks into his skin, teasing his rim. Rador begged them to do more, the pleasure was building so strongly again, but they shushed him and kept their ministrations. 

When the second friend pulled his orb from Rador's cock, it fell directly into his throat, making Rador tremble and beg to cum again. His third friend rubbed his perineum until an orb released and kept up the pressure while the orb traveled the length of Rador's cock. 

The other two dug their fingers into Rador's rim, fucking into him like the minotaur's cock did. Rador was fucked and sucked until the third orb was released. Rador sobbed his thanks when his friend didn't release his mouth, but kept the pressure, sucking Rador into his throat. The three of them fucked into Rador's body, rubbing, coaxing his flesh into a second orgasm.

Rador shook against the minotaur statue, the massive cock still fucking into him, prolonging his orgasm as it slid against his prostate with every thrust. His friends ran soothing hands up and down his thighs, rubbing out the tight muscles and tendons in his groin. 

Rador slumped against the minotaur's back, panting, heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. His friends were there as long as they could and gave him the only two orgasms he was probably going to get this evening. 

One of them patted his still swollen belly before they all left. This was going to be a long rest of the evening.

Kinktober 2024

[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 17: Tender

The group was attacked by a wasp-spider while exploring an underground cavern. They tried to fight it with fire, but they were low on mana and potions. The first chance it got, the wasp-spider stuck its dick into the archer's ass and started pumping its larvae into him.

The mage and the warrior screamed obscenities and attacked the spider with renewed vigor, but they could barely pierce the giant monster's skin, their attacks useless. They watched their friend scream in agony, held down by the creature's many legs, begging for their help as a disgusting shlick-shlick sound filled the cavern, his belly expanding and filling out far too quickly. The minute the wasp-spider was done, it dropped the archer and left, crawling up the steep side of the cave wall and through a tunnel in the ceiling, away from the group.

The mage and warrior rushed to the archer's side. The warrior pulled him into his arms and the archer fought back, not realizing he was released at first. The warrior hugged the archer to his chest and slung an arm under his knees and picked him up while the mage grabbed the rest of their gear and together they all ran out of the cavern, back to the stopping point they found earlier in the cave.

Once they reached the remains of their former campfire, the mage haphazardly laid out their bedrolls, so the warrior could sit with the crying archer in his lap. The archer was cradling his bloated belly, his body shaking uncontrollably, wracked with tremors. The warrior had a large hand cradling the back of the archer's head to his chest, rocking them gently, while the mage lit the campfire and quickly settled their gear.

The mage came back to the duo, tense, nearly shaking themself, "Let me examine you."

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The archer whimpered in response, but when the mage tried to touch his belly, he jerked back, "Stop! No, wait!" He froze for a second before a sob bobbled up and he buried his head into the warrior's neck, sobbing. He was inconsolable, weeping in the warrior's arms as his ass leaked unknown fluids.

"Let me try and run a diagnostic spell?"

The archer's eyes were squeezed shut, head curled down, "it hurts."

"What if you lie down?" The warrior was running a hand up and down the archer's back, trying to soothe him.

Eventually they convinced him to lie down, across the warrior's lap, his belly hanging below between his legs. The archer moaned when his hips spread open in this position, burying his head in his arms and trying to control how much he shook when he cried.

The mage waved a magically glowing hand over the archer. Their knowledge of healing magic was minimal, but they could at least take basic vitals. The archer's heart rate and blood pressure were elevated, his mana, stamina, and strength were draining by the second and weren't being replenished, he was showing immediate signs of distress and possibly shock, and he had several traumatic injuries both internally and externally. Nothing none of them didn't already know. The mage wished they had studied more restoration magic.

They placed a firm hand on the archer's bare thigh. "You have to get them out."

"No. Please. I can't." The archer tried to turn his head towards the mage.

"They'll do more damage the longer they stay inside you. You—your body isn't contracting…you'll have to push them out."

"I—" a larva moved inside the archer, causing his spine to lock in pain. He laid back down, hiding his face in between his arms. "I can't."

The warrior put a comforting hand to the archer's head, "they need to come out."

The archer held his breath and released a sob into his arms. Once. Then twice. Then he was sobbing again, "I can't do this you guys, I can't, I can't, I can't."

"Come'on, it's not as many as you think, I can sense them inside you." This only made the archer sob harder. "You just need to push them out. You can do this."

"Not now. I can't, I can't." He lifted his head again, "please, can we wait til morning?"

The warrior looked from the archer to the mage. His eyes were soft and sympathetic towards the archer's plight. The mage could tell he was about to give in.

They shook their head. "That's eight hours away. We'd never leave you undefended with a monster for that long in the first place, we're not leaving them in your ass." The mage glanced at the warrior when they said this, making sure he understood the gravity of the situation too.

The archer shined and laid back down, "one hour then. Just let me rest. The eggs can wait that long."

The mage and the warrior looked back at each other, eyes wide. The archer felt their hesitation and turned around to look at them

"What?"

The warrior looked down to the archer first, sympathetic, "they're larva, not eggs."

The archer frantically shot up, whimpering when it put too much pressure against his bloated belly, "spiders lay eggs!"

"And wasps produce larva."

"What—no, it wasn't, it had eight legs…"

"It was a wasp-spider. We got a good look at it."

The archer was frozen, tears gathering in his eyes.

"Hey, hey! It's going to be okay! We'll help you get them out." The warrior stroked his back, his large hand taking up most of the archer's spine

The archer buried his face in his arms again, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The mage hovered behind the archer, waiting for the archer to say anything else. They looked to the warrior, who was looking concerned at the archer in his lap. When he finally noticed the mage, he looked at them with anxious eyes, begging for help. The mage shuffled their feet. "How do you want us to help?"

The archer paused for a second, then mumbled into his arm, "Fucking get them out. Please. Do whatever you need to get them out."

The mage paused, calculating. The warrior continued to stroke the archer's back, the archer's shoulders trembling at the feeling. The warrior was great at comforting his friends, but was only capable of hurting monsters, freezing whenever he made someone cry, looking to the mage for help. The archer was suspiciously pliant. He hadn't tried to walk or even stand since being attacked, letting the warrior carry him. The mage didn't sense any broken bones, though he had several severe lacerations and muscle tears. But he was laying too still. The mage didn't know how much help the archer would even be pushing the larva out.

The mage's stomach turned. They would probably have to help pull the larvae out. "When you say to do whatever we need, you don't mean 'anything'."

"I—" the archer lifted his head and weakly looked back at the duo. "I—I really can't push right now. I feel like I've been torn in half." He turned an eye to the mage, "I trust you. Get them out."

The mage moved their hand to the archer's back, observing the archer, feeling his skin tremble. His hips didn't move once, laying limp against the warrior's leg. "Even with my magic, it's going to hurt."

"Yeah." The archer buried his face back into his arms, "I still trust you."

"Okay."

The mage prepared the space quickly, filling a bucket of water and imbuing it to have sterilization and lubricating properties. The warrior worked to remove the rest of the archer's clothing. Together, they lifted the archer's hips and laid a blanket across the warrior's lap, resting the archer back on top. The archer closed his eyes and whimpered when he was moved, but otherwise laid limp in their hold.

The mage put both hands on his ass cheeks and spread them to look at his ravaged hole for the first time. The archer too in a sharp breath, tensing as his cheeks were parted. The warrior cradled his face in his hand, the archer nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort where he could.

"I'm going to start stretching you out. Try to relax." The mage worked one finger around the archer's hole, watching as it trembled at their touch. They circled it a few more times before pushing inside, stretching him out with one, then two fingers. The archer's hands clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation.

"Can you try to push?"

"N–ahhh!" The archer gasped and pushed his face into the warrior's hand. "Gods, it hurts!"

"It's only two fingers."

"I know!" The archer took a gasping breath, "I know!" He whined, long and hurt. "Just keep going. Don't stop."

The warrior stroked his head, the base of his neck, around his shoulder blades and down his back. The comforting thought made the archer lean back down and press his forehead to the bedroll, gasping quietly.

The mage waited for his breathing to even out before adding another finger. They thrust into the archer for a bit, trying to open and stretch him up. They worked their last finger and then the tip of their thumb inside his hole. The archer was making constant, distressed noises at the feeling, the warrior trying to whisper words of comfort and encouragement.

"Brace yourself." The mage pushed in.

The archer screamed into the bedroll when the mage's fist breached him and nearly started hyperventilating. His arms shot out and clawed at the edges of the bedroll, scrambling in pain. His hips were tense, but still lying prone across the warrior's legs, still unmoving. With their hand now fully inside the archer, the mage was suddenly worried that something else was very wrong with him.

"You did so great!" The warrior's voice was cracking as he tried to encourage the archer.

The archer's voice trembled, "gods…it hurts."

"You're doing great, just let them work."

The mage spread the archer's legs slightly wider to open his hole and the archer gasped into the warrior's lap, holding onto his leg with his arms. Once the mage was inside the archer's ass, it was easier to dig their fist deeper, his passage trembling open.

When their hand brushed against his prostate and the archer jumped, jerking away from the mage, swinging their head around to glare at them with wild eyes, "Don't."

The mage's cheeks colored, "Sorry. Accident. I'll try to avoid it, okay?" They pushed their hand deeper and their knuckles hit the first larva and it wiggled against their hand. The mage worked overtime to keep their reaction to a minimum.

"I'm touching the first one." The archer keened in his throat, turning to bury his face again. The mage held their hand firmly against the disgusting larva. "Try and push. Please. It'll help."

"I can't! It feels like you're tearing me open."

"Work with me!" The archer flinched and the mage felt ashamed, fucking fuck, they didn't mean to yell. They spoke in a neutral tone. "Even small pushes will help. If it's only me pulling, it'll hurt more."

The archer cried at the mage's suggestion, but worked to lift his arms under himself, forearms pressed into the thin bedding, tucking his chin to his chest. The mage cast a sticky spell on the larva, gripping their hand onto its body, so they could help pull.

The archer wailed when he started pushing. "It hurts! I can't do this! I can't!!" His belly trembled and his arms shook with the effort. The mage worked with the minimal laboring and pulled the larva along his inner tract. The archer tensed, his belly convulsing and the larva wiggling around inside him. He managed to croak "Stop! Please!" and then stopped moving, lying still and breathing slowly.

"I can feel it just inside! Keep pushing!"

"Just pull it out…please, just pull it out" the archer was limp, wheezing for air.

The mage continued to pull the larva until it had nearly breached his hole. But the sticky spell wore off. Or most likely, the magical larva deactivated the spell. "Fuck, give me a second.."

The archer was trembling uncontrollably, "No. No! It's pushing on my prostate—move it! Get it out!"

"The spell wore off!"

"Pull it out!!"

The mage pushed their hand deeper into the archer and gripped the larva around the folds in its body and pulled.

The archer tensed and screamed. "GODSSSSSSSSSSS—Get it out! Get it out!!!"

The mage pulled, their arm forcing the archer's asshole to open and stretch around the combined girth of their wrist and the larva. The archer choked on his spit as their hole was stretched.

The mage closed their eyes and struggled as the larva fought to be extracted. "I'm sorry." They could feel the way the archer's rim deformed over every single knuckle on their hand as they pulled it from his hole. Finally when their hand and larva was out, the mage threw the larva into the crackling campfire besides the bedrolls. The larva exploded in the fire, dying instantly, its slimy guts nearly putting the flames out.

The archer spoke first, "We need a bigger fire."

"I can do that." The mage was relieved to take a break and focus on something as simple as elemental magic.

They widened the campfire to the size of a bonfire, widening the stone pit and growing the fire. The cave temperature rose, making the mage sweat in their robes, but the archer relaxed against the warrior, the warmth no doubt feeling better against his naked skin. The mage filtered the carbon dioxide and oxygen, circulating the air so the scent of the fire was pulled up and away from the group and clean air was returned to the archer.

When the mage turned back around, they saw the archer tensed in pain, his entire body trembling, head down and sniffling into his arms. The warrior's hands were running up and down down the archer's back in smooth lines. His belly was trembling underneath him, the larva visibly moving, stretching and bulging his belly out. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was breathing rhythmically. The warrior was whispering mindless praise over and over, "you did so well," "keep breathing, just like that," "you're doing great," "we'll get them out soon."

The archer took gasping sobs, fingernails digging into his own arms, barely able to talk, "just get them all out…no matter what."

The mage hummed in response and dipped their hands into the bucket of lubed-water, imbuing it with additional slippy properties, the substance turning thick and gelatinous. They lubed their hand and pressed it to the archer's hole, pressing all five fingers inside at once.

The archer tensed and struggled away from them, "I—" they gasped as the mage pushed inside. The warrior hummed, rubbing a hand between his shoulder blades and the archer trembled, trembling as he forced himself to stay still, "it hurts.."

"I know. I'm sorry." The mage had the smallest hands out of the group, but they felt sorry for the archer's poor ass. "I'll get them out. I promise." The mage pushed their fist inside and the archer's back tensed as they yelped into their elbow, voice cracking. "It's okay, make whatever noises you want."

The archer cried out as the mage pushed past their wrist and their arm stretched their rim wide, "…it hurts."

"I'm sorry."

"I can't."

The warrior cooed at the archer. The mage pushed further into his ass until they reached another larva. The creature was moving and wiggling and it was difficult for the mage to get a grip around its body. The archer whimpered as his insides were ravaged.

"Stop. Please."

"I've got a grip on it, I'm moving it now."

The archer whimpered when the larva fought the mage as it was pulled towards his exit. But when his prostate was stimulated again, he yelled, his hands clawing into the bedroll. "No! I can't! Don't make me cum!"

The mage struggled to hold the larva steady. "Breathe. I'm pulling it out now."

"NO!! I hate this! Fuck it hurts!! Gods, noooooooooooooo…."

The larva left his ass with another painful stretch. The archer sobbed when the larva exited, his hole was gaping and dripping slime down into the blanket. The mage threw the larva into the bonfire and it exploded, easily consumed by the larger flames.

The mage placed their hand against the archer again. "I'm going to get another one. I'm sorry."

"No!" The archer wiggled against the warrior's lap, "I'm not ready!"

The warrior's hand stroking down his spine was all it took for him to collapse against his legs, whimpering and whispering, "…it hurts…" as the mage worked their arm into his ass. This time the mage had to work their arm deeper into the archer to feel for a larva.

The archer croaked, his lungs struggling to fill with air. "Take it out, your arm feels worse than the spider's cock." But the mage grabbed hold of the next larva and started working backwards out of the archer's hole. The archer trembled, unable to do anything but hold on.

The warrior stroked their hair and whipped their tears as the mage started pulling the larva out. "You're doing so good" The archer sobbed at the praise, which only encouraged the warrior to continue. "They'll be done soon, it'll be okay." He stroked the archer's hair. "You're doing great."

The mage worked as quickly as they could, pulling the larva out of the archer. The deeper the larva, the more tortured the cries left the archer, his insides bruised from the constant wiggling of the larva as they exited his body. When the mage reached his prostate again, the archer jerked and moaned.

"No. No, no, no, no. Please, stop it! I can't take it!!"

"I'm sorry."

"It's too big. Gods! Please don't let me cum. I don't want to."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want this."—the archer sobbed—"I don't want to do this."

The mage worked the larva out of the archer's hole, eyes determined to hold the parasite tight and not slip again. The archer grunted and moaned when his hole was stretched by the mage's fist. The mage threw the larva into the bonfire like the last one.

The archer was crying softly against the warrior's leg, obviously tired, body unmoving.

"I want to take another scan of you."

"They're moving." The archer whispered, eyes glazed over, "they hurt so bad when they're moving."

The mage quickly scanned the archer's body. It seemed like there were at least six or seven larva still inside the archer. His mana was at zero, it was completely absorbed by the larva. Maybe that was what happened with the sticky spell, did the larva absorb mana? His stamina was dangerously low and his heartbeat was dangerously elevated.

"There's a lot more, I can't count them clustered together like they are."

The archer was tired, eyes closed and head resting on the bedroll, "get them out."

When the mage stuck their hand inside the archer, his back tensed and he started yelling again, "Gods, your hand fucking hurts!"

The mage worked their arm in deeper, the larva were active and spreading out in the vacant room by the ones that had been removed. They pulled the larva out of the archer, while they cried and protested. The mage apologized over and over and over, every time the archer would scream.

"Please stop! You're hurting me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You're doing so well!"

One more larva was pulled out. The mage inserted their fist into the archer before they could think.

"Fuck, fuck! Gods it hurts. Your arm is too deep! Please stop!"

"I'm so sorry."

Another larva left the archer's ass and was thrown into the bonfire. The mage reached for another larva.

"STOP! Gods your arm hurts! It feels worse than the spider's dick! Take it out! It feels like the spider is breeding me again!! Stoppppppp."

The mage dutifully searched inside the archer and pulled one more out of his ass. They had a knot in their throat and knew their voice would crack if they tried to speak. They pulled the third one from the archer's ass, his voice reaching a high shrill when it rubbed over his prostate. The archer sobbed as the mage pulled the third larva from his ass

The archer collapsed against the warrior's legs, crying. "It hurts. I'm being torn apart. It hurts so much."

The warrior wiped the sweat from the archer's forehead. "I know, I know. It'll be over soon. You're going great."

A total of six larva had left the archer now. The mage examined the archer again and found that another four were left inside. They took a shaky breath, trying to calm their nerves. "There are four more." They looked at the warrior, "but I think we should take a short break."

The archer didn't move and sobbed.

The warrior moved his hand to the archer's head, stroking his hair away from his face. "You should drink some water."

"I'm too tired."

"Then let me help you up." The warrior wrapped an arm around the archer and helped him lean against the warrior's torso. The warrior pressed a waterskin gently to the archer's mouth, letting him take little sips. The archer drank and trembled, tears still falling down his cheeks. His belly was still a gurgling mess. Though it looked smaller, with more than half of the larva removed, the larva that were still inside him were more active, pressing and shifting his skin as they moved inside him.

The mage was watching the archer's movements the whole time. Trying to find the courage to ask him their question. They blurted it out instead. "Pause," their heartbeat surged, "are you okay?"

The archer stopped drinking from the waterskin and whimpered, "no." They rolled back down, lying in the warrior's lap. They pressed their head into their crossed arms and moaned.

"I'm serious…are you still okay with this?"

"Stop fucking asking me." The archer's reply was muffled by their arms.

"You yelled that my arm hurt more than the wasp-spider cock. I'm serious, are you still okay with this?"

The archer tensed uncomfortably at the question. After a beat he answered, "it does fucking hurt…you're arm—" but his voice cracked on the end of the sentence and he didn't finish the statement.

The mage breathed through their nose. "I know, I'm sorry." They hovered a hand over the archer's leg, but chose not to touch him. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts." They started at the back of the archer's head. "But that's why I'm asking. The remaining ones are deeper."

"So fucking get them out."

"I'm—listen…I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, but I'll probably need to reach my whole arm inside you."

The archer audibly gulped, "no, that's—I'm—I don't want to." He sobbed against the bedroll, hands clenched hard. His belly gurgled with the remaining larvae, he breathed heavily through his nose and whispered, "it hurts…get them out…"

Another knot was forming in the mage's throat. "I'm sorry," they had to whisper just to get the words out, "yell at me as much as you want, okay? I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The mage stopped talking. They didn't know much more they could say to the archer besides apologizing.

The mage re-lubed their hand and pushed it into the archer's ass. He froze, started shaking with every breath. The mage worked their arm deeper, until it reached their elbow. The archer was moaning brokenly, whimpering when the mage rocked their hand too hard inside him. The mage reached a larva and pushed their arm deeper to get a better grip on it.

The archer started crying again. "Gods…it hurts…It feels like you're tearing me apart. Please make it stop."

"I'm sorry." The mage pulled the larva through his passage. The archer shook against the warrior's legs, who was whispering praise over and over. The mage reached the archer's prostate again and he started yelling.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it. STOP-FUCK—NOT THERE!! Not there! Not there!! Gods please move it! Move it, move it! I CAN'T!! NO! GODS!!" The archer trembled uncontrollably as his prostate was crushed by the wiggling larva.

"I'm so sorry." The mage pulled the larva out, "just three more." They pushed their hand in again, their entire arm lubed past their elbow.

The archer shook his head, "No! Noooo! It hurts too much. Don't!" The mage worked their arm deep into the archer and he cried, "Please stop! I can't do this! Your arm is huge! Fuck, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Please stop!"

The next larvae was even deeper, requiring the mage to push their whole arm inside the archer, his rim nearly touching their shoulder. The archer was tensed in pain, prone on the warriors' lap, sobbing into the bedroll. "Please, I want it to be over!! Your arm's too big, it's too big!"

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to reach the last ones."

"You're tearing me apart! I can't do this! Your arm is hurting me, it hurts so fucking much!!!" The archer was yelling, grunting and gripping onto the bedroll as the mage worked and pulled another larva out of his ass. "They're too deep, gods they're so deep…"

The archer whined when the mage pulled the larva over his sensitive prostate, the whine turning into a whimper and grunt when the larva was finally pulled from his ass. "Stop! It's too fast. Please give me a break! You're hurting me…."

The mage didn't let themself overthink and pressed their hand into the archer's gaping asshole and slid their arm as deep as it could go to find the final two larva. The next one was just as deep as the last one, their entire arm reaching into the archer, their shoulder nearly touching his rim.

However, when the mage reached for the second to last larva, it was impossible to get a grip on it. The thing was so deep already, every time the mage had a grip on it and tried to pull it out, the thing would wiggle out of their hold and move deeper into the archer.

The archer was screaming in pain, "STOP IT. REMOVE YOUR ARM, IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!"

The mage tried again to unsuccessfully pull the larva out, but it was thrashing inside the archer, bruising his insides. The mage was worried about it breaching through one of the archer's walls and causing even more internal damage. They lubed their other hand.

The archer noticed and started thrashing against the warrior's hold, "NOO! I CAN'T TAKE THAT!!!! YOU'LL BREAK ME!!!"

They pressed their hand next to their arm still inside the archer. "I'm sorry, I can't grasp the last two, they're too deep." They carefully pressed their second hand inside the archer, his rim first protesting the extra girth, then slowly releasing, allowing the mage's hand passage into his internal tract.

The archer froze, then thrashed against the warrior. "STOP IT!!! REMOVE YOUR ARMS!!!! YOU'RE BREAKING ME APART!!!!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME, YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hold—" the mage's voice broke, "hold him down or else he's going to hurt himself!"

Literal tears gathered in his eyes at the mage's suggestion, but still, he held the tossing archer down with both hands, anchoring him to his legs. The tears fell when he tried to console the sobbing archer, "you're doing so well! Just two more larva! I know it hurts, just endure it for a bit more! You're being so strong! Keep crying, it's okay, it'll be over soon."

The archer was screaming bloody murder, trying to escape the double fisting. His throat was scratching from yelling so hard and he was losing his voice fast. He wheezed and choked, "please! Gods, please!! Stop…remove your arms."

The mage pushed both arms fully inside the archer, nearly up to their shoulders and reached for the larva. They grabbed the tail of the creature and yanked backwards as hard as they could. The archer's eyes flew open and garbled a response as the air was forced from their lungs with the backwards force.

Once the larva was out, the archer coughed and cried, "please, please, please, I want this to be over. I can't take this anymore. Your arms are bigger than the spider's cock, I can't do this again. I can't do this again. Please don't do that again. Please don't hurt me again. Please. Please. Please. Please. I can't do this. Please stop hurting me."

"I'm so sorry. I'm almost done.." The mage pushed both of their hands in at the same time and dove deep into the archer, reaching for the last and final fucking larva. Then this would leave this fucking cave and this would over.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU'RE TEARING ME OPEN!!!!! IT HURTS!!! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!"

The mage drove their hands inside until they felt the final larva and pulled. It. Was. Massive. Their hands could barely touch and they were only holding onto the tail. It had to be at least twice the size of the rest of the larva before it.

"What—NO!! NO!! NOOOOOO! HOW BIG IS THAT THING!!! I can't!! Wait—WAIT!!!!" The archer threw his head back and his body clenched when the larva was pulled through his anal tract.

"I think it's twice as big.." The mage was panting, struggling with the larva as it fought to stay inside the archer.

"STOP! Gods! It's moving too much! IT'S GOING TO KILL ME! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

The larva had reached the archer's prostate, the final massive larva crushing the pleasure spot until the archer was shaking uncontrollably in sensation.

"STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!! GET IT OFF MY PROSTATE!! DON'T LET ME CUM!!!!!!!"

The mage was still working to pull the larva out of the archer's ass, both hands spreading his hole wide, but they saw the warrior reach a hand under the trembling archer to grab his cock and hold it at the base.

The archer's head shot up, eyes wild and frantic, "fuckhhHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" His entire body was tense, his rim gaped wide, but tightening around the larva as it exited. "Wait!!! No stop!!! It can't fit it!!"

"Last one, you can do it!" The mage pulled the larva, opening the archer's hole around the wide body of the creature and both of their hands.

His rim opened slowly, his skin quivering and shaking as he screamed at the mage to stop. "NOOOOOAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! It hurts!!! It HURTS! It HURTS!! IT HURTS!!!!"

Finally, the last larva was pulled from the archer's ass. The mage heaved the last larvae up and tossed it into the bonfire.

The archer fell into the warrior's hold completely and sobbed. "That hurt. That hurt so fucking much. Oh gods, my ass is in so much pain. I'm dying, I know I am."

The warrior lifted the archer up and pulled him to his chest, cradling his face to the side of his neck, rocking them back and forth, "You do so great, I know that hurt, but you did so well. You're okay, you're gonna be okay." The archer sobbed into the warrior's neck, body limp and tired.

The mage was dripping with sweat from the extremely warm cave and the exertion of pulling the larva from the archer for the last few hours. "I—I'm sorry, there's still slime left inside you…we have to get it out."

The archer froze, softly whispering "no."

"I'll be quick."

"Please. I'm so tired. Please…" the archer looked at the mage, eyes pleading, face covered with snot and tears, cheeks gaunt.

"It's draining your mana and stamina. It's probably why you can't move."

The archer's belly clenched and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, tears were threatening to fall, "don't make it hurt."

"I—" the mage held their breath and firmly nodded towards the archer. They swallowed a few times and gathered the sterilized lube-water in a swirling ball. It would be better to wish someone out with water, but the mage knew how sensitive the archer was inside, the imbued lube would feel infinitely better than water…and they could deal with anything leaking from his ass when they left. They cleared their throat, "get comfortable, but spread your legs."

The archer shoved his face into the warrior's chest and whimpered. The warrior cooed at him again, "you can do this. Then you'll be done." They laid the archer back against his legs and pressed one hand to his neck, massaging his muscles there. He softly adjusted the archer's legs, giving the mage access between them.

The mage crawled forward on his knees. He swirled the ball of water with one hand and pulled one of the archer's cheeks back with the other, revealing his puffy and gaping hole.

"Try to relax."

The archer whimpered. When the water touched his ass, he jolted in shock, moaning. The mage funneled the water until it was a small tube and let it flow into the archer, filling him slowly with all the water from the swirling ball.

"It's too much water!" The archer's back was bowed and his arms trembled from this grip on the bedding.

"I'm sorry."

"You took that so well, good job, just breathe. You're doing great!"

The mage worked the water into the archer, collecting the slime and encasing it inside their magic water. They couldn't nullify its power. This stuff was dangerous. They worked the water deeper into the archer, trying to get all the slime as quickly as possible,

The archer started sobbing again. "You're too deep!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm trying to work fast."

"You're so deep, I–I can't. Stop. Stop!"

The mage stopped. Panting. The archer was right, the water was deep inside him. But it was difficult for the mage to control this depth, without causing too much strain on the archer. They stopped controlling the water and the water pooled in the archer's belly, bloating them out between the warrior's legs.

"Wait!! NO! It hurts more!! Stop!"

The mage reached their hands forward to press against the archer's swollen belly, frantic to get control of the water again. They surged their magic through the archer, grabbing onto every trace of the water and suspending it inside the archer's tract, barely holding him open. The mage could feel every breath the archer took, feel every tremor along their belly.

"I'm sorry."

The archer had his forehead pressed to the bedroll, "just get it out."

The mage worked pressing their hands to the archer's belly, eyes closed, focused on cleaning him out without putting additional pressure inside his tract. Their brow sweated with the effort, and they could feel the water moving through the archer, flowing through his belly, clearing him out. The mage worked, moving the water from the depths of the archer, back towards his hole. The archer moaned when he realized this really was about to be over.

The mage flowed the water out of his hole and the archer tensed, body clenched tight, "Stop! Gods, that feels like I'm about to—" he wiggled and his hole quivered around the water flowing out.

"I'm sorry, I'm almost done."

The mage finished flowering the rest of the water out of the archer's ass and swirled it into a ball again. It was three times the size of when they started. The mage stood up and walked over the bonfire, letting the water evaporate over the fire. Some water dripped onto the fire, so they stood watch, feeding the flames to make sure they didn't go out.

When the water was out, they stayed at the bonfire and grabbed a stick and poked at the embers, ensuring that all the larvae and slime had burned in the fire. They heard the warrior and the archer shuffling around, their voices whispered. The mage started into the flames, watching the way the fire burnt

"Com'ere."

When the mage turned around, they saw the warrior was cradling the archer in his lap, one arm wrapped securely around his body, the archer crying softly into his neck. The warrior was reaching his other arm out to the mage where he stood.

The mage slowly walked over to the pair, kneeling down just outside the bedrolls and not touching either of them. They looked at the archer, who still had his eyes closed. "I'm sorry" they whispered. "I—." They didn't know what to say.

"They were going to kill me." The archer still had his eyes closed where he was cradled against the warrior. "Gods, I feel like I'm fucking dying. My ass feels like it's on fire."

The mage reached a hand out, hovering it near the archer's face, "I'm so sorry."

The archer looked mage, eyes half open and tired, "I know"

"I—" the mage's voice broke, "I'm so sorry, I swear, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The archer was crying again, eyes red and puffy from all the tears that had fallen out of his eyes. "Stop apologizing. Be nice to me again."

The mage reached forward with a shaky hand, "I'm sorry" they whispered. They cradled the archer's neck in their palm, rubbing away tear tracks with their thumb, "I'm sorry." They pushed forward and bumped their foreheads together. The warrior's other arm came up and settled around the mage as he cuddled the archer's face to his own. "You did such a good job. I'm sorry."

The archer smiled, "Next time, if you get fucked by a giant create, I get to double fist your ass."

The mage cracked a smile as well, pulling the archer further into their personal space. Their voice cracked when they spoke, "yeah, sure, next time we can switch."

Kinktober 2024