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ftm-udders · 12 days

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i have no idea how long i've been trapped in this tentacle's cave. i only went in to seek shelter from the rain, but it was a very enthusiastic host; taking off my soaked clothes, cradling my tired body with its limbs, massaging every inch of my sore body. and then, of course, it started working itself into my holes. i was so relaxed i hardly noticed the eggs being pumped into my womb until a small bump, maybe equivalent to a couple months of a normal pregnancy, appeared on my navel.

now, my belly has swollen dramatically, so heavy i look full term even though i'm sure its nowhere near nine months. i've been completely pampered, the tentacles alternating between cradling and caring for me, and fucking me so hard i see stars. no matter what though, they always keep my holes full. i've never been more content.

a dull ache in my abdomen stirs me out of my comfortable haze of having my clit lazily rubbed by one of the tentacles. it seems to notice my discomfort, and ups its efforts at pleasuring me. the sensations of the tentacle on my clit feel electrifying, the pleasure completely masking whatever was going on, and i find myself moaning loudly, arching my back into the monster as i make a pathetic attempt at rocking my hips. its impossible for me to actually move that much, the combination of the tentacles holding me and my egg filled belly weighing me down proving too much for my body to be able to move much at all.

the tentacles in my holes start slowly thrusting in and out of me, and its not long before my hole is clenching around them as i scream in pleasure, i'm so sensitive all the time now that it doesn't take much for me to cum, and when i do a flood of fluids gushes out of my constantly soaked pussy. the pressure in my navel is worse now, only barely overshadowed by the tentacles fucking me through my orgasm.

its only when my second orgasm comes and i can feel a weight going lower down my body that i realise whats happening. the pressure has only gotten worse, and i can feel my body urging me to push. i pant and moan as i attempt to bear down, but the tentacles still thrust deep into me, interrupting my attempts as they fuck me so hard i can't help but pause my efforts as my body clenches and shakes with pleasure. the feeling of being fucked by the tentacles mingles with the eggs attempted to force their way out, leaving me feeling more stretched and well fucked than i ever have before.

i reach my third orgasm screaming with the weight of both it and a contraction, struggling to push even as it feels oh so good. if it weren't for my bodies instincts urging me to get the eggs out, i could probably stay like this, at least for a little longer. but they're so heavy and have settled in my birth canal, uncomfortably stuck as they keep me stretched wide, visible bumps on my belly highlighting their progress. one more good contraction and push and i can feel it lower to where the tentacle has been fucking into me. maybe now it'll realise whats happening and leave my pussy? it doesn't, instead opting to thrust even deeper into me, pushing the egg it connected with (and the line of eggs behind it) back up into me. i scream as the furthest back one to have escaped my cervix gets pushed back through it, it's weight settling once again in my womb.

it feels like an eternity i stay like this, locked in a battle with my own body and the tentacle monster that molded my body to its own desires. everytime i manage to push the eggs down through my birth canal, the tentacle fucks them back into me.

i have no idea how long its been, i've had countless orgasms (no doubt the best orgasms i will ever have), i've seen the light fluctuate with the passing of days so many times i've lost count, i've completely lost the energy to push, letting my body go entirely limp as i succumb to the tentacles, the only thing allowing the eggs to make any progress being the contractions still wracking my body and forcing it to push.

if i wasn't so out of it, i could have cried with relief when the tentacle finally removed itself from my ruined hole, moving to rub my throbbing clit as my body shuddered through another contraction, one that was thankfully unimpeded by the tentacle. it still took some time to get them all the way down, i was still too tired to push and had to rely on my contractions and instincts, but i finally could feel the first egg started to crown in my pussy. it felt strange, i could feel myself bulging as another contraction came and pushed it forward even further. i gasped at the feeling of being stretched so wide and involuntarily clenched, holding the egg in place at what must have been its widest point. the tentacle started rubbing my clit gently, attempting to relax me, and another contraction soon came that allowed me to lay my first egg. i could only hope its siblings came easier

#nsft #ovi #ovipos #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #birth denial #tentacles nsft #monster fucker #ftm nsft #ftm sub #nb nsft #nb sub #send dirty asks #send dirty dms #send dirty messages #tentacles

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birthedstars · 22 days

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A Legends Baby

“Ash, dude…You had to have been high or something,” Liam looked at Ash skeptically.

“I'm telling you, it was Bigfoot. The guy had to be almost eight feet tall, hung like a horse by the way, and had feet big as a Hobbits,” Ash threw up his hands for example.

“You expecting me to believe Bigfoot piped you on the ski trip AND no one else seemed to notice? No fucking shot,” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, it happened. What? Did you want me to take a selfie while he was fucking me?

“Yes. If it was THE Bigfoot, I would have!”

Ash crossed his arms and went back to his room. “Fine, don’t believe me.”

~3 months later~

“Fuck, why am I gaining so much weight,” Ash struggled to button his pants.

Over the past few weeks Ash had been gaining weight. Particularly around his lower abdomen. His belly button has gotten slightly shallower.

Ash suddenly felt nauseous. In an instant he's bent over the toilet bowl, hurling last night's burrito into the water.

Liam dropped a pregnancy test on the table.

Ash blinked.

“I'm not pregnant,” Ash said.

“Oh, so you took a test already?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.

“No…”

“Uh huh. You're Bigfoot’s or some super lumberjacks baby daddy, I'm telling you,” Liam said.

“So you believe me now?” Ash laughed and shook his head. “Bigfoot is not even the same species as us, He couldn't get any regular human pregnant.”

Liam shrugged and walked out the bathroom. “Fine, remember me when you get a deal for ‘I didn't know I was pregnant’ episode.”

~7 months later~

Ash closed his apartment door and nearly fell to his knees. So much pain, so much pressure, drowned him as soon as he got away from prying eyes. He clung to the wall, face scrunched and sweat on His brow. Ash's gait was wide as if he was preparing to squat.

For the past few hours, the pressure and routine tightening of his belly had gotten so much worse than the days prior. Brief discomfort has become aggravating pain. The work day had been bad enough with all of the comments about his appearance and the sweltering summer heat.

He tossed off his sweatshirt to reveal the cause of his pain.

His stomach was huge, round, and taut. His belly button disappeared into the skin of it, replaced by stretch marks only slightly hidden by hair. It hung low, only being cradled by his palm. The waistband of his drenched sweat pants curved dramatically beneath it. He stumbled forward into the apartment, his gait wide and waddle slow.

“Fuck, this can't be real. Please no,” Ash grunted and held his tightening belly. “Just need to rest…”

He still denied the obvious conclusion, even after 7 months. There was no way, despite contractions, huge belly, and fluid as evidence.

At least the apartment was empty, so he could save some dignity. Liam was away on a vacation out of state. No help or snarky commentary from him was going to come.

Ash gripped the frame of his bedroom door. His mouth and eyes widened as a heavy weight dropped into the cradle of his open cervix. Something was dropping into his pussy. His eyes widened as he realized the shape of it was round, hard. He wanted to just get to his bed, lie on his back, and close his legs tight.

A strong contraction crashed into him in response to that thought. Ash cried out, digging his nails into the door frame. His stomach twisted. The instinct to bear down overwhelmed him. The huge object surged forward as he pushed unconsciously. It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees.

His vagina quickly filled tightly with what he was creating for weeks. Ash's toes curled in his shoes in pain. He couldn't walk to his bed with his hips so splayed out.

Ash's pussy bulged around the solid round object. The burn nearly drove him to tears, but then the contraction stopped. He dry heaved and looked down at the pool of fluid dripping from the bowled out crotch of his sweats.

The same pussy Bigfoot had cum in 10 months ago was now spread wide and bulging through his sweatpants. Ash trembled as he slowly accepted the truth he'd been denying.

Ash untied the drawstring and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He reached over his belly, towards his crotch, knowing and fearing exactly what he'd find. His fingers immediately felt the wet, hairy head of a baby between his fingers.

Ash clasped his other hand over his mouth as he felt the huge head spreading his pussy under his palm. His whole body trembled in disbelief.

He should have listened to Liam. He was pregnant and giving birth. His stomach and back seized, sending Ash into another chorus of crying. His pussy spread wide into a painful circle around the hair head.

“Fucking! Get out!” Ash screamed as he slid further down the doorway into a squat. His belly, hung between his thighs, seized in on itself. The pressure and power behind his push drove the baby forward and spurts of fluid gushing out onto the wood floor.

His body lurched as the head and shoulders rocketed out of his pussy with a rough gush of fluid.

He gasped in relief, but continued to push regardless. The body didn't budge and offered Ash nothing but a severe pain in his cervix.

Ash stood up painfully with a deep ragged breath, head and shoulders between his thighs. Why didn't he just fucking listen to Liam. He just had to have Bigfoot's cock, couldn't just snap a fuzzy pic of him and run like normal people.

Another contraction came, he pushed. Nothing happened. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get the baby to descend any lower. Something was stopping the baby from moving lower. The pain was already infuriating.

Desperate, Ash carefully wrapped his hands around the body. His belly began tightening and his back started to lock up. With an almighty roar, Ash pushed and pulled. His body twisted, the muscles in his body rippled as whatever was making the baby stuck started to give. Ash could feel something big come out of his cervix and into his canal. He bit his lip, tugging Bigfoot's baby out of his pussy centimeter by centimeter.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed out.

He threw his head back as his pussy rapidly spread apart . The burn hit him hard and then left as quickly as it came. Ash's body finally released its grip on the baby, his stomach deflating instantly as his child slid out of him. Ash's legs gave out beneath him, leaving him to fall against the wall.

Ash tiredly stared down at the heavy baby in his hands. It had his dark black hair as a mane on its head. But what really caught Ash's attention were what was at the end of the kids legs. The hairy, already crying baby had larger than normal feet. Because of course it did. This is Bigfoot's Kid after all.

“Never fucking without a pill again…” Ash murmured, slumped against the wall.

#🧇!Anon #mpreg #birth fiction #labor fiction #maiesiophilia #birth kink #labor kink #preg kink #birth fic #labor fic #request #monster pregnancy #difficult birth

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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 3 months

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BIRTH OF CHERUBIMS

by Phuc Dang

#tentacles #fhtagn #phuc dang #concept art #chara design #creature #monster #horror #cherubim #birth #praying #brain #sculpt #cgi #fhtagnnn

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biscuitdragonwithastick · 1 month

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Let's Just Pretend This Never Happened

Layla's been having the best sleep of her life these past few weeks. Wonder why that is...

Original on Ao3

CW: Tentacle Sex, Noncon/rape, Somnophilia, Egg Laying, Eggpreg, Oviposition, Forced Pregnancy, Unaware Victim, Public Humiliation, Semi-public Birth, Orgasmic Birth, Aphrodisiacs, AFAB Main Character

Word count: 2,089

It’s night, quiet in the little apartment. Save for the soft and groans of a woman resting peacefully unaware of what was happening in the waking world.

In her dreams, she saw men thrusting inside her. An orgy occurring over and over, all stuffing her with cum and pushing her to the edge. Outside, in her bedroom, a mess of tentacles was tediously preparing her.

This monster was currently six tentacles deep inside, large enough to fit a soda can. Not that the woman was aware. She was comfortably asleep, a soft moan leaving her lips every so once in a while in time with the unequal thrusting into her hole.

The monster was very happy with how its current victim has come along. They had spent the past few weeks slowly opening her up without her ever waking up or concerning herself with how slick and sensitive her pussy was when she did. Instead, the woman seemed to have enjoyed it’s nighttime defilement. She had woken every day this week to immediately masturbate herself dumb before going to work.

The monster had purred in delight at that. It’s victims had usually raised some level of suspicion after a while, but not her. It remembered it’s first night with her, how it was unsure she’d ever be a good fit to fill with their young. It couldn’t even fit one of its smallest tentacles inside her without constant soaking of its natural lubricant.

Now look at her, taking six of its largest, now adding a seventh. Each tentacle that thrust inside her secreted a slick liquid that left her pussy quivering for more. And tonight, more would come.

The sleeping woman moaned a bit louder and writhed in the monsters hold. It was time.

With a squelch and wet pop the tentacles retreated out of her cunt. A soft whine escaped the woman’s lips. Whatever dream she was having had turned sour with the loss.

Not to worry, the monster thought, you’ll be satiated soon enough.

The largest tentacle the monster had emerged from its squirming form, the appendage it had been preparing the woman for this whole time.

Slowly, fully soaking itself in its slimy fluids, the monster entered her once more.

The woman moaned. Legs subconsciously opening wider to accommodate such a large intrusion. She pants harder as the thick tentacle continues moving farther than any tentacle had previously.

“Ahhhh-hahhhh! Ahhh!”

She gasps, eyes squeezed shut as it comes in contact with her deepest region. The prize the monster had sought after for so long: Her womb.

It presses further, deeper. Its tapered end pushing inside and working its way inwards. The lubricant gushing out and preventing the woman from feeling anything but sudden pressure and fullness.

“Ahhhhh-haaaaaa-hmmm. Mmmmm”

The monster takes a break to let the woman calm down. She was softly moaning and twisting her body, still asleep but close to release. It would be a shame if all this work was ruined now.

With an inhuman grunt, a series round orbs begin to make their way through the tentacle and into her cunt. Eggs. Their round bodies could be seen disappearing inside her and slowly protruding her abdomen. Pushing each other around to make room inside her womb. The monster lost count after a dozen went inside, but the woman takes them all.

She’s moaning desperately despite it all, on the edge of release. Her pussy quivering in time with each egg pushing inside, but unable to get the sensation just right in order to cum.

Maybe if the monster stayed longer and played with her cunt some more it could maker her cum. But alas, that’s not why it was here and morning was soon to arrive.

When the last of it eggs had pushed inside, it retreated its ovipositor. The monster was saddened that it would be unable to see its offspring emerge into the world, but content to know they would come out safely far from here.

The monster quirts a bit more of its juice on her pussy, just as a last second treat, and exits the apartment through her open window. Leaving the woman dripping in it’s slick and completely unaware of what had happened or what was in store for her.

The following afternoon, we now see our victim working in the office. Her actual name is Layla and she’s still pondering how strange her morning was. First, she had the most intensely pleasurable dream of her life. It had left her breathless and a shaking mess when she woke, but she hadn’t actually cum. Or at least, she hadn’t think she had. The slick mess between her legs proved that she had at least been overwhelmingly aroused that much was certain.

This sort of wake up had been happening to her for about almost a month now. These lewd dreams she had never had before and sudden need to get off had been so strange.

Layla bit her lip, despite how off putting this change in her “routine” had been, she couldn’t deny that it wasn’t unwelcome. The only difference this morning had been in comparison to previously was the sudden weight she felt in her stomach -err, abdominal area.

She wasn’t quite sure what to call it, but looking in the bathroom mirror that morning had proven she had gained a considerable amount of weight seemingly overnight. Luckily, this was a more casual office and she was allowed to wear a nice cardigan sweater to cover the swell. Everyone in the office had noted the change from her usual attire and had complimented her accordingly.

Layla’s cheeks burned. She wasn’t used to that kind of attention. Or any really. Quentin at the front desk had given her a special look along with his compliment. Almost perusing her body for some fantasy later. Layla shook her head at such thoughts. Quentin was far too nice and professional to be thinking like that. She was just becoming to horny for her own good. The hot pulse in her pussy agreed.

Layla squeaked at that. She could feel a bit of slick forming through her panties, her arousal seemingly increasing out of nowhere. A lurch of her newly swollen abdomen and thrumming heat told Layla she needed to make her scarce, fast.

Layla quickly and as quietly as possible got up to head towards the bathroom. Maybe her lewd mornings were making there way towards her afternoons. Maybe she just needed to quietly touch herself in the bathroom. Hoping nobody would hear her. Or walk in. Forcefully spread her open and pound her needy cunt until she begged for released.

Another surge of pleasure rushed through her, this time a yelp escaped her lips. Legs knowcked together and she had to press her hand against a nearby wall to stay upright. Her pussy was so wet right now, she didn’t think she could make it to the bathroom.

Layla scanned the area quickly, there! An empty meeting room. It didn’t have any windows and she’d be able to lock the door. Perfect. All she had to do was—“Layla are you alright dear?”

Layla turned. Mrs. Baker. Old, kind, sweet, Mrs. Baker was currently Layla’s only obstacle to getting to safety.

“Umm, I-I—” Layla stammered, another pulse of heat moved through her and se stepped back. She needed to get away before she made a fool of herself.

“You look terrible. You’re shaking like a leaf.” Mrs. Baker took hold of Layla’s hand. “And you have a fever! You need to sit down before you pass out.”

I-Mrs.Baker, I need to-“ Before Layla could even begin to explain herself her eyes turned glassy. Her pussy quaked and her head tilted back. A euphoria of pleasure washed through her and she felt a pop something inside herself seemingly released.

When Layla came back to herself, she could only assume the depraved noises that came out of her mouth as she saw the look of shock on her colleagues face. On everyone’s faces.

Layla turned and ran straight to the meeting room, locking the door behind her. Damn trying to explain herself. She needed to get her pants off now.

Layla plopped herself down on the floor, quickly flinging her pants off and surprised to find how wet they were. More surprisingly she felt a sudden lurch and squirming within her abdomen.

“Ahh!”

A cramp squeezed through her. What’s happening to me?! Layla’s thoughts screamed. But, soon another blissful euphoria pulsed through her and she felt as something exited her womb.

“Ohhhh-hmmpppph” Layla stuff her cardigan into her mouth hoping to muffle her pleasurable noises. This next cramp was far more pleasurable than the last. But now she realized they weren’t cramps, they were contractions. She was giving birth.

Knock! Knock! Knock! “Layla are you in there? Are you alright?”

Oh god no! Layla squeezed her eyes shut and spread her legs. The contractions were in full force now, each bringing her so close to orgasm. She could feel the squirming creature within making it way through her cunt slimily clawing its way out.

Her body shook and her thrust back in the full force of an orgasm as the creature pushed out of her pussy. Layla breathed heavily and only had a second to see what had come out of her before another contraction overtook her mind.

What she saw was an amalgamation of tentacles and slime no discernible features otherwise. It’s body had pulsed in colorful light that made it hard to actually discern what it was. Figuring out what she was giving birth to could wait. Birthing one of these monstrosities seemed to have made room for the rest to come out.

Pleasurable agony wrecked through Layla’s body as the “babies” moved through. Plopping out of her in a sickening squelch. She had tried to keep count of how many, she really had. But every time one exited her mind became numb to everything around her as another orgasm overtook her.

By the time it was over Layla was no longer upright against a wall, but tumped over on the ground, twitching in the aftershocks of seemingly endless orgasm. As Layla slowly came back to herself, she felt her pussy gape, trying to close around nothing, and the small puddle of drool that had formed under her face.

When she finally got up to look around, she was shocked to see that the monsters she had just gave birth to, were gone. Not a trace of what she went through was left, save for soaked through clothes.

Bang! Bang! Bang! “Layla! We found the keys to the room! If you don’t answer right this second we’re coming in whether you like it or not!”

Whatever trance Layla was stuck seemed to snap at that. She quickly put her clothes back on and opened the door to the faces of her concerned colleagues.

She spent the next few minutes in a daze as each of them questioned her and tried to figure out what just happened. It was her boss, Cara Miller, that ushered her away and into her office.

“I don’t know what happened today, but I think you should take some mental health leave.” She said in a calm manner. “And when you come back, we’ll all pretend this never happened, okay?”

Layla could only quietly agree and left to take her leave. She was only thankful for the fact that due to her tear stained eyeliner and muffled cries, the only thing any one could come up with was that she had mental breakdown in the office. Who could possibly come up with the real reason she had locked herself in an empty meeting room for twenty minutes.

It was long after the day had ended. Layla had long left the office, snug and safe in her apartment. Cara, her boss, was still working though.

The whole ordeal with Layla today had left everyone shook. She didn't blame them, of course. But they were behind and she needed to pick up the slack. That how Cara found herself in the office, blissfully unaware as a small slimy creature crawled its way towards her.

The liquid it secreted was different than that of its adult form, only numbing flesh it touched. This was important to be aware of as Cara never felt the thing as it crawled up her leg and inside her pussy. Sneaking safely inside her womb to release at a later date.

#monsterfucker #monster breeding #terato #eggpreg #monster fucker #ovipositor #tentacles #somno #cnc somno #somno breeding #orgasmic birth #pregnancy kink #Biscuit Ao3 Fics

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ftmbreedingbitch · 9 months

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Stupid little t boy swells up with a big, heavy litter 💖

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assaultvvyvern · 6 months

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ITS MIDNIGHT OVER HERE SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE MY POOKIE MY BABYGIRL 🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙

#BLORBO BIRTH! BLORBO BIRTH!#gael originals #ygo #seto kaiba #ygo duel monsters #duel monsters #yugioh #yugioh duel monsters

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septimusmoonlight · 3 months

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Anonymous: I can't stop cumming to the thought of filling you up and later when you're about to birth my pups I deny it and fill you again making your pregnancies overlap until your mind is completely broken and I fuck you into a mess

Good thing you can’t stop thinking about it, ‘cause it’s something I like thinking about too~

I’m imagining a big, scary monster with a massive cock - maybe that’s you - filling up an unwilling breeder - maybe that’s me - with pups. You kidnap me to make sure that your pups grow nice and healthy inside of me, bringing me back to your rocky den inside of a cave, and as scared as I am of you, I can’t help but get wet at the knowledge of my body being used.

When my belly is so swollen that I would look more than overdue if I were carrying a human child, I go into labor. You’re alerted by my moans of pain, and take the opportunity to immediately start fucking me again, preventing me from giving birth. I’m begging and pleading for you to let me get your pups out, please, it hurts, please let me give birth - but you refuse to listen, growling as you rut into my wet hole.

You cum inside of me, and I immediately know you’ve just knocked me up all over again, the prospect terrifying but also one that makes me cum explosively, clenching hard around your cock. When you pull out, you pick me up like it takes no effort at all, and then sink me onto a particularly smooth, rounded rock formation that sticks up from the cave floor, making the stone act as a plug that prevents me from giving birth while your next litter is on the way. The thing is too big and I’m too heavy to lift myself off of it, so I’m left in simultaneous pain and pleasure while my middle grows even more.

When I go into labor for the second time, you effortlessly pick me up and again force yourself into me to seed me with another litter. When your hot cum pumps into my womb, my head goes blank as I accept that this is where I am and where I’m stuck, not screaming nor pleading anymore - but it also feels good, and I’m struggling not to admit that as you rail me before sliding me back down onto the stone.

When the third labor comes, though, and you lift me from the cave floor yet again, something inside of my head snaps and my cunt suddenly feels horribly, painfully empty - and I need you to fill me, bless me with your pups, make me as pregnant as you want, keep me pregnant, oh fuck-

You’re all too glad to comply, and your renewed vigor at my obedience just makes me scream and moan even more from the combination of pleasure and pain - though the pleasure far overwhelms what pain is there, and the pain itself is something that just makes me even more wet. With your fourth litter growing inside of me, I’m impossibly swollen at this point, the activity of your previous litters just causing even more sensation, and I can’t help but get wet at the feeling. I soak the ground beneath me as I moan and shift my hips on the stone toy you’ve impaled me on, just trying to get a little more stimulation, my brain entirely melted away in place of my new life as a perpetual incubator.

#Originally posted September 6th 2020 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #birth denial #birth #impreg #preg #forced impreg #forced preg #forced birth #constant preg #hyper preg #mindbreak #monsters #toys

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hush-writes-preg · 6 months

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What do you think of goblin known for having large litters, getting knocked up by an Orc whose children are always large. The resulting pair leaving the goblin absolutely massive and having to be fucked into labor

You're bent over a bedroll in all of your naked, emerald-skinned glory. Your normally small, goblin stature is dwarfed by an obscenely distended belly, pillowed beneath you and holding you aloft while your lover pounds into you from behind.

Overdue and miserable, you'd begged them to fuck you in hopes of jumpstarting your labor. Thankfully, they rarely need an excuse to get between your legs.

Your orc's hands are on your hips, their claws digging into your flesh. They're so much bigger than you thanks to their orcish blood, and the combination of your genetics means that your belly has grown much larger than any other pregnant goblin you'd ever seen. Your womb was never meant to be stretched so far or by so many babies, and hints of their large forms are visible along the surface of your stomach.

You're going to have one hell of a time giving birth to your hybrid whelps.

Every thrust makes your heavy breasts bounce and sway beneath you. They're so sensitive and tender, engorged and filled with milk. They've been like that for months now, and the need to be suckled has only gotten worse as your pregnancy has progressed. Your engorged nipples rub against the fabric of the bedroll, leaving a wet trail wherever you go.

A particularly rough thrust sends you skidding forward across the ground, your sensitive nipples dragging against the fabric of the blanket. A moan slips past your lips, and you clench around your lover's cock.

"Hells," they hiss. "I can't hold out much longer, and you're still not close to popping."

"Just… just keep going," you beg, your voice a gravelly wheeze through wickedly sharp teeth. "Please!"

They comply, and you're quickly reduced to a moaning, shuddering mess beneath them. Your green breasts and swollen belly pound against the ground every time they push into you, and you can sense the pressure building inside.

"I think… I think it's working," you gasp. "Fuck, don't stop!"

You cry out as your body tenses up, and you can feel their gnarled cock throbbing deep inside of you. It's too much. You can't handle it anymore.

You come with a loud wail, something popping and giving way inside of you at the same time your lover's hot, sticky release floods your channel.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what just happened. Your lover broke your water, and now the floodgates are open. Their cock is still buried deep inside of you, but there's no stopping it.

Your labor has finally begun.

Now, you can only hope that you'll be able to push your huge litter free.

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itsdefinitely · 4 months

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i wanna know more about the jerries/jeris

do you want to know the most horrific thing about them?

the lords did nothing to make them the way they are.

yes, the jerry jr was turned into the axeman because of the witchwood, which does what it does because of the lords, but everything leading up to that is just human nature. i see the "girl jeri is nibbly" or "they were influenced by a lord to do the thngs they do" and i need people to understand that that's just. not true. they're just like that. they were taught to be like that by their parents and, more accurately, their church. it's horrifyingly accurate how religion has shaped them into non-functional human beings, who would rather potentially lose their child to the many, many dangers of the literal woods than admit that they had sex outside of marriage.

it's only because it's hatchetfield that jerry jr grew the way he did. there was no lord's intervention in their decision to keep the baby, or to drop out of school to care for him, or to keep him seperated from any other people, or to revolve their lives around the idea that they'd committed a sin and needed to pay by pushing celibacy rather than. i don't know. properly raising their child. it was the way they were taught. the toxic pushing of overexaggerated christian ideals is what molded them. can you imagine being in their place? being a scared teenager and knowing that if you told any of the people you care about most your secret that they would shun you and disown you?

the only people they felt any kind of safe around were each other; of course they're going to be codependent. and even then, they're disgusted by each other for leading them to sin. they're stuck together unwillingly, because without the other, they're alone.

#definitely an ask #and thats not to MENTION what kind of stress they were under when jerry jr started getting less and less human #imagine being completely and utterly alienated from everyone and everything except your parents who pretty much hate each other #and learning one thing: abstinence before marriage #that would do something to your psyche #and im gonna be quickly mentioning my minotaur stuff because im insane #people are terrified of the minotaur purely because he was born the way he was. and he was put in the labyrinth for no fault of his own #in which he THEN became a monster. not because he was one from birth #but because people treated him like one. and youre built by those around you #can you see the connection here #boy jerry #girl jeri #the axeman #abstinence camp #nightmare time 2 #hatchetfield #you guys severely underestimate how unwell i am about them #i keep. trying. to draw. but all my hands want to do is write paragraphs about the jeri/rys #anyway working on an axeman drawing godbless #lets hope this makes sense and im not just pulling words out of my ass #I KEEP FORGETTING HE HAS A NAME OTHER THAN LIL JERRY AND CALLING HIM THE AXEMAN. SORRY LUMBER AXE

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