Though…. While I Wait For The Dough To Cool.

bubble (pixiv51545000)

It's summer, and I'm at the beach. I came with my friends but they're all scared of the deep water so I've waded out much farther than them. The water is almost up to my tits. I'm having fun just being out here, bobbing up and down with the waves.

Something bumps into me and I stumble, almost going under the water, but a pair of strong hands grabs my waist and keeps me from falling. "Whoa there, sorry for bumping into you".

I turn around to see I'm in the arms of a tall man, who looks like he could have ten, twenty years on me. My back is pressed against his bare chest. I blush. "It's no problem", I say, "thanks for catching me". I try to move forward but his hands tighten slightly. "Um," I laugh nervously, "you can let go of me now."

He doesn't say anything. One of his hands snakes around my waist until he's holding me in place with his whole arm, and the other one slides down my belly, underneath the water.

"What are you doing!?" I try to tear myself away but his grip is too strong.

"Shhh." He whispers in my ear. "Do you want everyone to know what we're doing?"

His hand slides into my bikini bottoms and I whimper as he fondles my pussy. He strokes my lips back and forth, just rubbing me with his big, calloused hand.

"Stop," I whisper. This time he doesn't respond. He dips his middle finger in between my lips and teases around my opening. He trails his finger up, stopping just short of my clit, and drags it back down. Then he does it again. And again. Each time he stops torturously close to my clit, only to stop at the last second. With each pass heat builds in my cunt, and shame rises up in my throat.

Then finally, without warning, he touches my clit. I hold back a gasp as he begins to rub it in circles. By now I'm fighting to keep my hips still. His hands are skilled, and my pussy is starting to throb with pleasure. He chuckles lowly. "You like that baby? You like it when I rub your little clitty?". I can only whimper in response.

His hand starts getting faster. I barely notice his other hand leaving my waist until suddenly two fingers slip inside me, and I have to stop myself from crying out. He strokes the inside of my pussy and immediately finds a spot that makes me clench down around his fingers. He keeps rubbing that spot with laser precision, working my clit hard and fast, and soon my knees go weak as I cum hard.

"There you go baby," he says in a mockingly sweet tone, "your first rapegasm. Wasn't that nice?" I squeeze my eyes shut. It didn't mean anything. It's just a biological response, it doesn't mean I liked getting raped.

His hands slip out of my swimsuit and for a second I think he's going to leave me alone. But then he hooks one finger around the crotch and pulls it to the side, exposing my cunt under the water. "Don't worry sweetheart. You'll enjoy this too".

Something blunt presses against my opening and I only have a moment to process before he shoves his cock into my pussy. My jaw falls open. I've never been stretched like this before. Sure I have toys at home, but none of them are as big as this stranger's cock, filling me up like nothing else ever had. Then he starts moving, and my mind goes blank.

He fucks me in short, fast strokes, keeping his cock buried as deep in me as he can. He keeps hitting something deep inside that I distantly think is my cervix, but that can't be right. I've always read that it hurt to hit your cervix, but this feels... good. Tears run down my face as the thought hits me. It feels good. His cock battering my poor little cervix is making me see stars. I find myself bucking back into him, unable to stop my hips from seeking more pleasure. Then his hand finds my clit again, starts rubbing it furiously, and I'm gone. My pussy spasms around his cock, pleasure coursing through me. If we weren't underwater I'd be sure I squirted.

He grunts and stills inside me, and his cock pulses as he cums right up against my cervix. I whimper pathetically as I realize what that means for me. I'm not on birth control. Never have been.

After he's emptied his balls inside of me he pulls his softening cock out of my pussy, and politely repositions my bikini bottoms. He gives me a light peck on the cheek and whispers, "you're welcome baby". Then wades back to shore.

I stay in the water for a while, staring into space and trying to process what just happened. In the end I just rejoin my friends and finish my beach day. I don't see the man again; he must have left after he was done with me. We play around in the sand, get ice cream as the sun sets, and eventually say our goodbyes and head home.

And the moment I'm alone in my room, I shove my hand down my pants and try to pretend it's his.

i have no idea how you’d even make this into anything but i’ve been watching a david attenborough documentary for class and learning about how some plants will imitate female wasps so males will try to mate with them and end up inadvertently spreading their pollen and i just think that’s so funny

Imagine being a pretty little dryad, disguised as a beautiful flowering tree to help hide yourself from some unruly satyrs. It was only camouflage, your body was still there, but it kept you safe.

You’re having a nice time, frolicking with your friends when suddenly you’re picked up by a wasp hybrid. His cock rubs agaisnt your bare cunt desperately, and before long he’s deep inside of you.

Slick sap falls from your thighs, your tummy already being filled with his eggs as he pounds into you. He lands by his hive, and you’re quickly surrounded by other males who are desperate to lay their eggs in a pretty female wasp.

It’s then, to your delight, you discover the flowering tree you disguised yourself as looked eerily similar to a female from their species.

Looks like you’re in for a fun night.

The Abyss

Who Knows, Who Cares? (Tentacle Monster) [F/?]

Featured Characters: Female human and a tentacle monster of indeterminate gender. Both are adults.

Description: Agatha has figured out how to conjure an inter-dimensional glory hole and enjoys the variety of monster dicks that come through. On one particular night, she is visited by a tentacle which treats her to an unexpected ending. Contains: Magical Glory Holes, Tentacles, Ovipositor, Egg-Laying, Stomach Bulge, Aphrodisiacs, Masturbation, Sex Toys.

Completion Date: November 7th, 2023

Word Count: 1609

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There really should have been a warning provided about how addictive the spell would be. It was rare that an evening went by where Agatha didn’t activate the portal in all its brightly glowing, pink glory. The position of the other side was random among countless dimensions, its runes designed to be translated for whatever horny beast it appeared before. A hole with unmistakable purpose.

Agatha had made herself comfortable, propped up against her multitude of pillows as she lay in bed pumping a thick toy deep into her cunt. She had learned to loosen herself up a bit before summoning; there was no telling the size of what came through.

The towel Agatha had laid out beneath her was already slightly messy with lube. Wet, filthy noises mingled with her moans, her pussy squeezing around the toy. It was far from enough; she needed the feeling of some faceless creature’s cock throbbing inside her. The heat. The cum. The knowledge that whoever was on the other side only cared about getting themself off. A kind lover was great, but sometimes she craved to just be fucking used.

Needy and whimpering, Agatha used her free hand to trace the spell’s sigil in the air. Her room was bathed in magenta light, flaring as the circle came into existence on the mattress between her spread thighs. She waited a few moments as she continued to fuck herself and bite her lower lip with impatience.

“Please…please…anyone,” she begged, sweat glistening in the garish glow.

There was movement at the center of the circle. Agatha watched as a light blue, shimmering, translucent tentacle slowly began to emerge. It was long, lined with shallow ridges starting at the tip which faded to smoothness about eight inches down. She could see thin, faintly glowing purple veins just beneath the fleshy surface, pulsating rhythmically with the creature’s heartbeat.

Agatha softly gasped, removing the toy from herself and tossing it aside.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said.

The tentacle felt out her foot, traced her ankle, and began caressing its way up her calf. She trembled as it slid over her thigh and trailed slime. It explored boldly, working inward until it found her pussy. The tip ran up and down the wet, twitching line of it, teasing her folds and making her achingly empty hole quiver.

“There it is,” she encouraged, though she knew she went unheard. “Mmm, there you go.”

Agatha expected to be swiftly filled as was typical of tentacles. She was used to such roughly-pumping appendages. For one to finish only for another to come through circle. Sometimes leading to being stretched around a deeply writhing mass of multiple; always leading to ending up leaking cum.

Instead, she watched as the end of the tentacle opened up into a sort of small, toothless, slick-dripping mouth. It latched onto her clit seconds later. Her head tossed back in time with a sharply sucked-in breath that released alongside a moan. A tight, warm, sucking sensation had the whole of her lower body shaking.

“Ngh—what are…fuck!”

The tentacle was relentless, ravaging Agatha’s clit. A tingling sensation spread out where it was attached. She felt the pleasure growing as it traveled down her legs and up her torso. It was a near numbness to all but where it mattered; she was hyperaware of her cunt. Leaking, twitching ceaselessly, on fire. She moaned louder and distantly wondered—but hardly cared—what the hell was in the tentacle’s fluids.

With her weak fingers gripping the sheets, Agatha lost herself to the intensity. Her hips squirmed and bucked. She cried out mindlessly, without words. Getting her clit sucked had never felt this good before. The constant action and whatever influence she was under had her head swimming and floating.

Agatha convulsed as she came, clit pounding in its confines. The tentacle continued to suck. A delirious giggling started to break up her wild moans. Waves of a prolonged orgasm crashed into her until she arrived at a second, near-blinding peak. She wailed, feeling fluid gushing from her, soaking the towel beneath her. It was only then that the tentacle released.

Panting and whimpering, Agatha tried to right herself in her own mind while her body screamed for more. Her clit felt more swollen than it ever had been, hot and throbbing madly. Her pussy was in much the same state as the last of her release dribbled out of her. The break didn’t last long. Seconds later, the tentacle was teasing aside her sensitive folds to find her hole.

“Ohhhh…oh, my—GOD!”

The word was punched out of her as the tentacle slammed in. Her pussy took it easily. Almost greedily; sucking it in and squeezing enough to practically conform to its shape. Her legs snapped open wider despite not needing to accommodate a body between them. It was a reflex. Instinct. Silent begging for a deep fucking. The tentacle quivered before beginning to thrust.

Agatha moaned as she felt the tentacle swell slightly inside her and increase its girth. The ridges ground into her as her insides pressed against it. Her heart hammered in her chest, echoed in the pulsing of her stretched walls. A mix of her fluids and the creature’s made a mess of her hole, audibly spurting from her with every plunge.

The pace became crazed. A rough, quick pounding. Agatha whined, breaths gasping from her open mouth. The frantic undulation of the tentacle was mesmerizing. She watched it reel back and slam forward, oozing along its entire length with some natural lubrication. Her pussy clenched, milking it; she needed that cum. The creature began to throb hard inside her, the veins glowing brighter.

But all at once, as the tentacle fully sheathed itself and stilled, Agatha knew something was different. Round shapes were visible in the inner organ as they travelled along the slick, twitching length. She barely had time to process it before the first popped into her. Eggs, her hazy mind supplied. The thing was laying eggs inside her. It should have scared and disgusted her, but it felt amazing.

Agatha’s gaze fixated on the monstrous appendage lodged in her cunt as she was filled with countless eggs. She could feel each one moving through the tentacle before joining the rest in a rapidly growing mass. There was no end to them in sight. Breathing hard, she watched her stomach start to bulge with them.

“Fuuuuuuck!” she moaned, eyes rolling from the alien sensation.

More and more eggs pressed in and filled whatever space they could find, clearly an amount that another of the creature’s species was designed to take. What did it know, or care, about human limits? Agatha’s belly distended; round, heavy and strained. She moaned and shook with ecstasy, but the mounting danger won over her greedy pussy.

“S-stop can’t—ahhh, take anymore!” she cried, doing her best to reach for the tentacle and possibly pull it out.

Luckily, the creature seemed spent. With a few final twitches, it slithered out of her. Agatha panted, half hoping that she would feel that delicious mouth on her clit again. But instead, the magenta light faded.

The tentacle was gone.

Agatha lay there for a while with her stomach full of eggs, whimpering as they shifted with her heaving breaths. They needed to come out. But first, she needed to cum. Her used body ached for it; the monster aphrodisiac pumping through her was the likely culprit, keeping that incessant pulse in her cunt despite her situation.

She reached for her vibrator that had miraculously stayed on her bed through her thrashing. A buzzing sound filled the air as she turned it on, angling it around her belly to rest on her still-pounding clit. The pleasure was a shock and she choked on her moan.

Agatha’s thighs trembled, pouring sweat. She gasped as something moved inside her. One of the eggs pushed through her passage, squeezing out of her hole with a wet pop. And damn did it feel good coming out. A second followed it, making Agatha whine. She continued to tease her clit, moaning as more eggs parted her twitching folds and gathered on the bed.

Heat engulfed Agatha’s pussy; everything—inside and out—throbbed hard. She had been filled to bulging with cum before, reveled in feeling copious seed dripping down her legs as she limped to the bathroom to deal with it. But nothing would ever rival these eggs; the stretch of them as her hole’s ecstatic twitching squeezed them out. They started to come faster, lining up so one could begin its exit right after the last.

“Mmmm! Keep coming…keep coming,” she chanted, grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “Fuck, fuck—ahhhh!”

Nothing could have prepared Agatha. As she came, a flood of eggs escaped her. Quick, rhythmic expulsions in time with the rapid clenching and releasing of her insides. Her hips rose off the bed from the sheer, intense pleasure of the sensation, heels digging into the mattress. The eggs landed beneath her, plopping wetly onto the saturated towel. She kept cumming, a string of orgasms brought on by that sweet stretch.

Agatha dropped, empty—as far as she knew. She lay among a mess of fluids and monster eggs, her stomach having returned to its normal size. Her body still buzzed with the small amount of aphrodisiac still in her system and she mindlessly pawed at her sopping cunt, jolting with pleasured aftershocks and moaning weakly.

Somewhere in the haze, she resolved to find a way to make the spell locate the portal somewhere of her choosing. Now that she had just begun a list of creatures she wanted to revisit, after all.

End

Masterlist

the wizard's new toy

cnc, free use, somnophilia

imagine a depraved wizard trapping the nerve endings of your genitals in a magical fleshlight; it’s essentially a portal to your sweet little hole that they can use whenever and however they want. you still feel all of it, and it takes you by surprise every time they decide to play with their toy. they carry it around with them everywhere, and no matter how far apart the two of you are, they always have full access to the hole that belongs to them.

you could be sleeping, and they’d use the fleshlight to wake you up by gently licking and sucking all the spots that make you go wild, teasing you until you’re fully awake, making you reach the edge of an orgasm first thing in the morning. or you could be running errands around town, or out with your friends, and they’d fondle and finger you before fucking you good and proper. you’d blush and try to close your legs as if that’d stop them; you’re completely helpless against their power. no matter how hard you try to hide the fact that you’re being railed within an inch of your life, you can feel your arousal building and your desperation getting worse and worse. 

some days they simply use the toy for their own pleasure, completely ignoring your needs, before tucking it away, leaving you needy and leaking. sometimes they make you cum again and again because the toy feels so wonderful clenching around them, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it…

Some people look better with less clothes and some of us were born with the painful absence of a Soviet era military winter overcoat

fucking (or being used as a toy by) a creature that turns to stone in the daylight. As it finally knots and cums into you the sun rises, and you find yourself trapped on their literally rock-hard body, unable to move, still drooling around their cock... but bc it's not been exposed to the daylight, the cum just keeps slowly pumping into you, and you can't move bc their cock and knot are stone, just have to stay there like a statue as you get bigger and bigger until night finally falls again... and hope they won't want to keep breeding you...

I know I said I wouldn’t explain further abt portals being drawn On The Hole > portals drawn in panties but hear me out. One, imagine wearing underwear anywhere ever. And then get rid of it. Then imagine getting pumped full of cum anywhere and everywhere and having absolutely no underwear on to catch the load that drips down the insides of your legs as you attempt to keep everyone around you from becoming aware that you’re getting slutted out by something who isn’t even in the room with you. I rest my case

I really like your transformation work

would you do a doll transformation one?

maybe you encounter a kind fae but accidentally insult them, so you offer to remedy it with your body and you get turned into a doll

or an orc finds an abandoned toy and decides to try and fix it up idk i really like terato

Kabr0z Writes episode 52: Doll

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: transformation; dubcon; noncon; immobilisation; loss of agency; PIV sex; doll transformation

A/N: there's one problem with fucking a doll: dolls are rigid and generally speaking, quite smooth in the nether regions... Although, rubber solves most problems.

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Your teacup clattered to the ground. The forest around you, so previously verdant and full of life, was dead and dark, the illusion fading, showing you the real. The toymaker stood up from his seat, still holding his teacup in a many-fingered hand.

"Don't you know it's rude to point?"

You don't remember pointing at him, or anyone really, all you could do was back away from the oncoming Fae, trying your best to apologise. "I am sorry, I hadn't realised, I'm sure there's some way for me to make it up to you?"

The toymaker smiled, showing far too many teeth. "I'm sure there is... Hold still, my doll"

You stopped backing away. That's when you realised your mistake. You'd told it to call you Tess. You'd just answered to a name that isn't the one you'd made safe for yourself.

You tried to run. Your feet wouldn't move. Your body stood, statue-like as the toymaker approached and started running his fingers over your skin.

Where he touched felt cold, you could only move your eyes to look. You couldn't see your flesh transmuting to painted cedar, your bones to threaded metal rods. You could feel your joints stiffening, turning to hinges and ball joints which he delicately squirted a little oil into before testing the smooth movement.

The wood spread across you, replacing flesh, changing bone. It reached your heart. A keyhole formed in the middle of your back, a clockwork motor replacing where your heart was. You could feel the mainspring, loose and idle. Lethargy flooded you. You couldn't move at all as your eyes became glass and your brain turned to straw. Your thoughts clouded. The fear left you, the memory of who you used to be becoming more distant. The toymaker stood in front of you, looking over his work as you stood in your dress, arms held slightly away from your body. It stepped around you, grasping the key in your back and giving it a few brisk turns.

The governor in your chest started up, balance spring setting a perfect rhythm, the faint ticking echoing into your head, clearing your thoughts. Your limbs loosened, life filling them.

You ran. The toymaker laughed as you went, until he was out of sight. Behind a tree, you took stock. Wooden, now. You'll probably want to avoid naked flames in future. Your hands slid across your body. Touching your glass eyes didn't hurt, which was a plus, all your joints worked, but you could feel the mainspring in your chest getting weaker as it lost tension.

You stretched to reach it, reaching around your back, sticking out your wooden chest as you did. You fell to your knees, fingers scrambling to turn the key as it ticked down moments.

The spring ran out. The governor stopped and so did you.

Your arms stopped in place, joints stiffening. Your thoughts stopped too, calming to a stupid placidity. You saw the toymaker coming towards you, felt his hand fix your hair, heard his footsteps as he walked away, continuing down the path.

Time didn't have meaning any more. You knelt on the ground, your petticoat was getting dirty, but you couldn't move.

A figure approached. A big lumbering man carrying a club. His green skin covered by by furs. The orc saw you, walking over. He grabbed you in one hand, lifting you by an arm. He looked into your eyes. Without clockwork power, you couldn't speak.

The orc pushed a hand up your skirts. You felt his hand brush against your rubber cunt, slipping a thick finger between the moulded lips and into the hole. Despite being wood, metal and rubber, you felt yourself producing fluid. His hand came away wet, a thin film of your pussy juice on his finger.

He ripped off your skirts, exposing your finely carved thighs, shining white wood exposed to the outside. Your body hung limp from his hands as he pushed his cock into you.

He thrust into you, holding you at his waist as he did, using your body as your head lolled and your limbs hung limp. You could feel yourself stretching around him, feeling so close, but unable to move, to even make a peep.

His pumping got harder, fucking you harder. You felt him twitching and throbbing in you before pumping out a load of his cum, grinding his hips into yours, forcing himself as deep as he could.

Pleasure flooded your mind, the world reducing to hazy shapes as the orc filled you. The euphoria only deepening as he slung your body over his shoulder, your leaking cunt dripping his cum onto the ground behind him as he carried you off. You were made to be owned.

After all, the purpose of a doll is to be played with

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