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Anonymous: Long time listener first time submitting!!! Been a huge fan of your work and I finally have mustered the courage to give my (sort of) prompt to u! I'm all bout slime, eggs and monster fucking. But my biggest turn on is weirdly slugs and snails. But I wanna talk about...water snails 👀👀 I own some freshwater snails and they breed like CRAZY. Giving huge egg sacks in return. And I wanted to role w/ that!! let's say it's mid-summer, you go out and swim by a nice remote pond to cool off during the heat, this pond is typically not popular with people, since it's not a well-known area for swimming as bigger lakes, the pond is as well also part swamp, with muddy areas and tons of undergrowth in where all sorts of aquatic creatures can thrive. Though with that said, you still enjoyed the pond with people around or not. Little to your knowledge, a rare species of giant freshwater snails had claimed your pond as their territory. Any trespassers paid a heavy price. And you unknowingly had done this. You're at first vibing, enjoying the cool water that was now up just below your chest. But then, you feel something large slither up your leg and soon back, sticking onto you, pulsating was its way of getting around, and you were mortified by the presence of this creature now feeling like it's engulfing your backside, you tried to get to shore, but the snail had other plans. You had underestimated the size of this thing, as it had plenty of body not attached to you that it could simply pull you deeper in the water, and keep you there. You tried to scream, but whenever you would, the snail would yank you underwater, with how sudden this was, you'd quicky stop screaming and instead inhale water, now silent, the snail would let you up to the surface to let you breathe. This snail had a tactical advantage over you, physically, and environmentally. You could try to scream but now risk drowning, and that's not how you'd like to go out. You can't fight him, he's behind you, and impossibly larger than you, it's completely made up of pure, gooey muscle, that will easily drag you to the depths of the pond. And now, unable to escape, you feel several different snails approach your legs under the water. The largest snail of the bunch wraps its body from the top of your pussy to the end of your ass, the body gave off an uncomfortable warmth, along with the ones stuck to your legs and back. The snail soon slithered past your swimming trunks and probes your pussy without fail, with your legs spread to make room for the snail's shell, your hole was wide open for filling. And fill you it will. Along with the several other snails groping your legs, ready to fill you up with eggs 😈 I'll leave it there!!! Basically a group of male, territorial giant freshwater snails raping you and filling you to the brim, you're stuck in the water, and it seems as you get sent deeper in the pond, more snails come to happily use you. Also the AMOUNT of baby snails you'll be giving birth to is insane that pussy gon be wrecked. Maybe by the end you even get so lost into being a snail fucktoy you just let them gang fuck you in the pond everyday throughout the summer, until that's the only thing you can think about. You can't even go swimming at public places cause you'll get needy so fucking fast cause your brain is wired to wanting to be fucked by multiple snails whenever you're submerged in water too deep. If you'd like to add on to this you can!! even add different quirks to the freshwater snails idea! Ik it's not too special I just rlly like the idea of getting impregnated by snails a lot. also fucking in water seems fun

Giant monstrous slugs and snails are so up my alley. (This got way longer than I meant it to be, so most of it is going beneath a cut.)

There’s a nice little swimming pond out near my house. It’s fairly isolated, which means that nobody else knows it’s there, so I get the place all to myself. Over the years I’ve been visiting, I’ve only seen other people maybe a handful of times, and they were always exploring the nearby forest and swampland, not so much looking for swimming holes. It makes sense to explore, honestly - I find it fascinating to watch the critters that call this place home. That’s part of why I appreciate the fact that the water is cool and clear. I like being able to see if something is moving at the bottom, since I don’t want to disturb any of the little fellas that might move in. A snake, a foraging mammal, what have you. Sometimes, there are little minnows in the pond, but I’m not too bothered by them.

Unfortunately, snail shells blend in enough with the rocks on the bottom that I can’t see they’re there.

Of course, I figure out that I have company soon enough. Something touches my foot, and I kind of freak out on reflex. The softer texture puts me a little more at ease, though; at least it’s not a snake. Probably just an algae-covered leaf, or something. When the thing starts moving, though, I get weirded out all over again. It’s pulling itself up my leg with a surprising amount of strength, whatever it is - and, when I look down, I’m met with an enormous snail, staring right back at me. It seems to have its own motivations, and of course I don’t know what’s going on inside of a snail’s head, but my main priority isn’t knowing what the thing is thinking. I just want to shake the thing off.

It seems to have anchored itself strongly to the bottom of the pond, clinging onto my leg to keep me in place - how fucking huge is this thing? Trying to get back to shore is useless, so I try to yell for help, but that’s not any better. The snail pulls me under when I start shouting, which fills my mouth with water, so I go silent. The snail lets me return to the surface, and I try shouting again after coughing and spluttering, but again I’m dragged under. This time, I get the picture, and I remain silent when it lets me back up. Does this snail have such an advanced understanding of its human target that it knows it shouldn’t let me yell? That’s the only explanation I can think of, at this point. I just don’t know why it’s targeting a human.

And not only is it just the one snail, but it has friends.

Another snail crawls up my leg. Then another, then another, more and more until I lose count, all of them serving to further anchor me in place. Are these giant carnivorous snails, and they don’t want me to yell because they need fresh prey? Is that what this is? Luckily, the first snail seems intent on disproving that, but unluckily, its plan is apparently bad in a different way. It uses almost casual undulations of its body to pull off my swimming trunks. It’s just a pure mass of slimy muscle tissue - what the hell am I supposed to do against that? What could I even do? This thing is huge, and impossibly strong for a snail, even taking its size into account. The implications of this thing as an undescribed species are momentarily fascinating, but that’s not what holds my attention. Not at all.

It easily crawls between my legs, pushing my thighs apart with the sheer breadth of its shell. Now, I’m even less capable of resisting - snails holding me in place, a hard shell spreading me open…even the dignity of a good struggle is out of my reach. These things might try to drown my again. Drowning isn’t even the least of my worries, though, because the snail between my legs follows through on its plans and proves my suspicions right. Its ovipositor - at least, that’s what I assume it is - slips easily into my exposed cunt and prods at my cervix. From there, its tapered tip makes the next step incredibly easy, and it slides through with a jolt of pressure to probe my womb directly. Still, I try to keep quiet. I don’t know if they’ll try to pull me under if I moan or whine, but the snail currently working on me doesn’t help when something, something, starts pumping out of its ovipositor and into my body. The sensation is entirely new to me, but the snail seems to be very practiced - and so does the next snail, prepared to take the first one’s place.

The snail in question is in the perfect position to take over from its compatriot. Maybe the first one is the leader - it’s bigger than the rest, and got the opportunity to fuck me first. Whatever the case, the first slips out of me and moves back down my leg, joining the crowd that ties me to the pond’s floor. The second snail follows the lead of the first, and slides its ovipositor into me without preamble to fill me even more. I look down, hoping to find some sort of weakness in its grasp, but I have to fight back a gasp instead. My midsection is already slightly rounded from the first snail, and the second is happily adding onto that. I don’t know what they’re doing to me, exactly, but all I know is that it feels better than it probably should, and that humans probably aren’t supposed to experience stuff like this. Unfortunately, I am experiencing this, right here and right now, and there’s a third snail coming to take the place of the second.

Again, and again, and again. Snails travel up and down my legs, taking turns in my cunt. I guess this is how they punish trespassers, I reason foggily as my belly swells. It would be nice if they put a no-trespassing sign up or something, instead of resorting right to raping the offender full of eggs, but that’s probably not within their wheelhouse. They seem much more used to this kind of conduct, and there’s nothing I can do about it. My skin pulls taut over the load inside of me as I’m pumped full of more and more and more eggs, enough to make me look well into a healthy pregnancy with twins. When I run my hands over my midsection, the round eggshells gladly meet my fingertips, pressing my womb outward.

Then. Finally. Finally. They’re done. They’re done with me, and they let go of my legs, practically falling away from my skin to retreat back to the stones on the pond floor. Exhausted, I just barely manage to pull myself to the bank and pass out from sheer exhaustion, with my lower legs still in the water. There’s nothing else for me to do, really. Medical attention would be nice, of course, but I can’t really walk in this kind of state, so I have to wait until I can at least stand up before I try getting anywhere.

I don’t know this yet, but it’s going to be a lot longer until I can walk properly again.

I’m woken from by deep slumber by movement. It doesn’t register at first, until I remember what happened just before I passed out. That makes me jolt into awareness, but when I look around, the movement in question isn’t coming from the pond, thank fuck.

Actually, it’s probably worse. The movement is coming from inside of me.

Are the snails hatching? Do snail eggs gestate that fast? I’m baffled and alarmed, but I get no answers to my questions. Instead, I get a snail pressing my cervix open. I turn to lay on my back fully, and spread my legs, trying to keep quiet again; I don’t know if the snails would still react to sound, even though I’m on the side of the pond now. The soft part of the snail’s body squeezes through with relative ease, of course, but the shell is - literally - the hard part. I have to push for the rest of the snail to make a proper exit, but at least it’s not too big. I mean, my cervix isn’t used to this, so it’s uncomfortable to say the very least, but it’s not the size of a human baby. Still, there are lots and lots and lots of them, and - unless I’m mistaken - they’ve probably grown a bit since they were still inside of their eggs.

Much like when they were fucking me, another snail follows the first. This time, instead of adding anything to my body, they’re leaving with more haste than I knew snails were capable of. I’m squeezing out bursts of four or five snails in one push, and they all have to crawl through my birth canal to make their way back into the pond that belongs to their forebears. Is this how there are so many of the damn things in the first place? Did someone else get snailed?

Fucking christ, I’ll never know the answer to that question, but now I know what something like this feels like, and the answer is that it’s…uncomfortably pleasurable. It hurts, because that’s just what giving birth is like (even if it’s just snails), but…the way they press my cunt open when they slide through me, and the way they leave me slimy and gaping…it’s really something else. I can’t help it. I reach down and touch myself in tandem with each snail, but I hold back from cumming. I want to be able to enjoy this all the way through. The sensations themselves are great, of course, but thinking back to how I got here in the first place…getting just taken like that…am I actually starting to like this?

There’s no mistaking it. I’m thoroughly enjoying myself at this point, and honestly I might as well, if I’m gonna be stuck here giving birth to dozens and dozens of snails. My cunt gapes open easily now, just staying spread wide, which makes it that much easier for new snails to escape me. They’re getting bolder, and trying to escape two at a time, sometimes even three, and that just stretches me even more. Given that there are still quite a few left - I don’t even know if I’m halfway through yet - I figure it’s probably just going to get better as time goes on. My body is just getting more and more used to this.

I’m right, of course. I just get wetter and wetter, and it gets harder and harder for me to stop myself from cumming, so I stop masturbating and just let the snails do the work for me as I delate back to a more normal version of my appearance. Fuck, though, I kind of liked being that full. The heaviness, the roundness..the knowledge that I got used so thoroughly…damn.

When the last few snails finally move towards my cervix and out of my womb, I let myself cum, reaching an explosive climax as I squirt out the last handful of hatchlings. When I finally return to earth, I’m shaky, I’m exhausted, and I’m an absolute disaster. My cunt is gaping, sloppy, slimy, well-used - but now I just feel…empty.

Good thing it’s so easy for me to remedy that.

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