Monster That Fills You With A Mating Plug So The Cum Doesn't Leak Out

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Today I'm fantasizing about… my doctor abusing me when I go in for an IUD removal. Legs wide open in the stirrups, drowsy from an anti anxiety pill. The doctor spreads my lips open, strokes me, inspecting my pussy before pushing two fingers inside. I grunt softly. They pet my thigh, shushing me gently, fingering lube into me until they reach my cervix, and the IUD strings hanging from it. They tug, testing the placement, and I whimper. Another shush, and they stroke my clit as they pull their fingers out. My hips rock a little as I get needy. I hear a clatter of tools moving on the table. Cold plastic slides inside me now, making me shiver. Still stroking my clit, the doctor pushes the speculum into my cervix and begins to spread it open. I groan. They roll my clit as my uterus tenses, then relaxes, and I moan needily as they stroke me and spread me. My hips rock again. The doctor grips the IUD and counts down from three. On three, they begin sucking on my clit, and quickly pull the device out of my body. I cry out, the pain hidden by their tongue circling my clit, soon making me cum while my cervix gapes open around the tool. I groan "Fuck" over and over, dazed, dripping onto the table. They pull back and inspect my pussy again. Watching my body clench at the clear plastic holding it open. My defenseless uterus displayed for them. They stand, cock in stroking hand, hard and dripping precum all the way to the floor. Jerking off the whole time I've been on the table. I try to ask what they're doing. They shush me, step forward, and begin to pulse streams of thick cum into my open, unprotected womb. I whimper, I moan, too drugged to move. They groan lowly, watching their massive load slide down the speculum and literally filling my uterus. When they're done impregnating me, they carefully close the speculum, locking their cum inside me. They stroke my clit again, pull the tool out, and immediately push their still-hard cock in its place. I cry out, aching, and needy again. They moan as they fuck me. Their cock is warm and thicker than the speculum, veins bulging and girth spreading me even more as they thrust. Stroking my clit slowly. Gently forcing me to take their cock all the way in. Pushing at my sensitive cervix. I whimper. I moan. I swear as they push in and out and swirl my clit into confusion. I cum again. Pussy suckling on their cock. The doctor fucks me harder, faster as I tremble. They grunt. Swear. And as they flood my pussy with another load, waves of cum pool at my cervix, waiting to sneak inside. I whimper. They shush me, fucking their second load inside with their softening cock until it slides out and my pussy oozes cum.

"My daughter is fine!" Your son wants to be pumped full of eggs against his will

Been going crazy lately about being your average, plucky, caving adventurer. Down into the dungeons to find... whatever!

It's been quite a few hours since you began—maybe even a day already!—and you're starting to get exhausted. You light a fire and unfurl your bedroll before grabbing a pot and a water skin to heat up a little kettle. Normally you wouldn't bother, but the thought of going to bed that sweaty after hours of hiking through stuffy caves and hallways is too disheartening. You take off your armor first and it hits the stone floor with a clink, then remove your underclothes and place them beside your armor in a neatly-folded pile. You have a cloth from your pack that you wet with the water from the kettle, now pleasantly warm from the fire, and begin to wash off all the grime from your trekking.

You don't feel it at first, initially mistaking that cold, wet sensation for the cooling water running down your legs, but then you feel your leg get enveloped by that chilled sensation. It's a slime, large and blue and extending a loose sort of foot toward you like an amoeba. The creature is slick against your skin with a subtle firmness that reminds you of gelatin. It shifts the swell of mass toward your body before you can pull away, quickly swallowing your other ankle and knocking you off balance with a scream. You don't want to be digested by this thing!

You writhe in its grip as it engulfs your legs, spread open by the force of it's movement. Your hands are useless against the surface, only getting stuck in the goop despite your struggling. Panic sets in, and you feel your skin at the ankles begin to tingle as it reaches your torso. You can't help but begin to cry as you prepare for the slow and painful death you've heard about from so many others.

...But instead of continuing to swallow you, it stops. You sniffle. The slime starts to sort of... convulse a little, making your skin tingle even more, but then you feel an odd pressure at your entrance. Your eyes widen. You can see inside the warped fluid of its body that it is becoming slightly cloudy in the center, and suddenly you're breached by a force that makes you gasp.

The volume of the slime wobbles as it continues trying to force itself past your entrance, making you feel more full than you've even been in your life. Somehow it feels as though it is gliding into you and inflating at the same time, and it fucks into you mercilessly until you're well and truly loose and practically drooling from the treatment. Your mind is hazy and clouded, and you realize you love how it feels, opening your legs up even more to the creature. It finally settles with a soft quiver.

You think it might be done, but from your position on your back you can't see the bundle of solidifying orbs forming in its nucleus. It's not until you feel them move against your stretched hole that you realize its implanting eggs withing you. You struggle, but you've nowhere to go while trapped in the slime. You cry out when one of the eggs moves past your hole, throwing your head back, but it pays no mind and only continues. By the time it's through, you're a bloated, flushed, shaky mess, and sweatier than when you started.

It begins to pull away and you let out an uneasy sigh of relief. Your wrists and stomach are wet from some sort of mucus on its surface. When it pulls away from your hole you somehow feel empty despite the eggs bloating your stomach a little. You're too exhausted to move as it slides away into the dark.

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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

pocket pussy portals so you can go through your day doing whatever strikes your fancy but at any time, at multiple times, during the day you feel yourself getting slowly stretched open and fucked by who knows who or what. the people on the other side of the portal encircling your cunt keeping a plug in you so you walk through getting increasingly stuffed with more and more hot cum, only allowed to release it when everyones done so you can watch it pour out of you all over your legs.

[ 18+ content. Dehumanization. Centaur. Human Cocksleeve. Lactation. Hyper cum. Cumflation. Breeding. Permanent Bondage. ]

When you'd read an advertisement to work at a centaur product facility, you weren't quite sure what the job description entailed. When you found out that the job was a full-time position that accounted for room and board, it had you pretty well convinced.

When you found out, it was far too late to take it back.

You awoke with a pinching stretch in your cunt— making you gasp aloud. The sounds were muffled by a gag nestled within your mouth, brows furrowing as you attempted to squirm in your bindings. In a series of tight leather straps, you had been tied beneath the belly of a large centaur. Your back pressed tightly to his stomach, its cock sheathed deep within you, as though you were little more than a cocksleeve for the beast.

Each step it took out of the stable rustled you, shifting you back and forth on it's massive dick. Drool slicked up your gag as you moaned, the flat tip of its cock bullying your cervix with each step. As it headed out to pasture, you suddenly became aware of how exposed you were. Farmers on the plant were about doing their chores, eyeing your bare naked form. Each step bounced your hanging tits, your mewling louder when the centaur picked up pace.

It trotted along, heavy balls slapping against your cunt every few seconds. You clenched each time, eyes fluttering as your brain emptied. The shame slipped away as the cock buried in you began to throb, your hips desperately trying to grind back against the behemoth. Instead of continuing its trot, the centaur stopped, huffing and heaving. To keep you bobbing back and forth, it thrusted forward with brutal force, uncaring towards you and anything other than its own pleasure.

Filthy, wet slapping emanated about the field, attracting the interest of other centaurs. It appeared you weren't the only new toy, all of you strapped in one to a centaur. Each of the other toys' bellies bulged with each thrust, the massive cocks of the centaurs far too much for the average human. Some of them had obviously been around longer than you— some dripping milk from their tits, and some bloated, cunts dripping with several loads of thick, potent centaur seed.

Your centaur began to shudder, thrusts growing more desperate and uncoordinated. Already accepting to your new role, your heartbeat sped up, eager to take the beast's cum. As you cried out into your gag, he finally came, continuing to haphazardly thrust as your cunt was filled up. It didn't take long at all to expand your stomach, making you feel full and dizzy.

Before long at all, you could hear the squelching of the centaur's cum leaking out of your hole, only serving to slick up the slap of its nuts against your clit. Full, hot, and bred, your eyes rolled back as you came, clenching hard on the monster cock filling you up.

Despite your sensitivity, the beast did not care. After finishing its load, it huffed, steadying its back hooves before continuing to plow your cunt— dead set on turning you into the perfect fuckhole.

Cum so thick it doesn't leak out.

YESSS god I love that honestly. fucking something and when it cums in you you can feel the Pressure, it's so thick, and slow, oozing in; maybe they hold you upside down so that each drop makes sure to coat all the inside, and when they finally pull out, you expect to drip and drool but... nothing. When you lay down you can feel it shift but it takes hours, so slow and inexorable. Every single drop is getting absorbed.

Inside the Mimic

This story was inspired by this picture.

Content Warning: dub-con, monster sex, tentacles, aphrodisiac

I'm so stupid. We've been in the dungeon for days now, trying to find anything valuable. But we haven't found anything good yet. So when we got to a big cave, we decided to split up to cover more ground.

First, we went in pairs, but the cave was so massive that my partner and I decided to search a big ruin separately and meet outside of the structure either when we found anything or if we searched everywhere without finding anything.

And then there was this room that looked pretty good, still. It had some furniture, some silver cutlery that I put in my bag to sell. I searched for any threats first, of course. So when I saw that chest... I didn't think much of it.

So stupid.

I opened it without checking it first and... it was already too late. One tentacle shot out, wrapped around my mid-section and pulled me in. I couldn't even scream before it closed above me, trapping me in the darkness.

My flailing arms and legs were soon held still by more tentacles. And now here I am, incapacitated. Will this thing kill me?

I stopped struggling, to try and preserve energy. But when I feel tentacles slither into my clothes, I try to get away again. Pointless, of course. The tentacles push my shirt and vest off and do the same with my pants and underthings.

I notice a difference between some of them. There's smaller ones that work almost like fingers and - fuck! One just wrapped around my right nipple. Fuck. They're not going to...? Are they?

There's thicker ones, like the ones holding my arms and legs. They're strong, I can't escape them. I feel another small one slither around my left breast. The tip starts teasing my nipple and they get hard, to my humiliation.

The space is tight, my legs are folded, but the mimic still pries them apart with the tentacles. This thing has done this before, it must have.

The tentacle that slides between my legs is slippery, unlike the others. I know what this means. I know why this mimic has lubed up tentacles. It doesn't go for my pussy and I clench my ass against it, trying to keep it out. But it's useless. The slippery thing pushes past my asshole. Just an inch and it stops, keeping my ass spread around it.

I moan, "fuck!". I've never had anything up there. It feels better than I thought. But my hole isn't used to the intrusion and I'm sure it's only able to get inside so smoothly because it is so slippery. I feel every bump and ridge as it slides deeper after a moment. The tentacle get's thicker, too, spreading me even more.

My hips start moving on their own, trying to get away. Away, of course. But the tentacle is relentless. It goes deeper and deeper and I feel it inside of me deeper than I thought possible. I sigh in relief when it stops. I'm so stuffed.

The tentacle just stays there, not moving. A moment later, one of the small ones slides between my legs and starts teasing my clit and another one, a mid-sized ones, nudges my pussy.

"No! No, fuck, no!" I scream, but a tentacle sides into my mouth and gags me. It's moving slowly in and out, never leaving my warm mouth as it's companions start rubbing my clit and my cunt and all I can do is moan and wriggle.

My ass is so stuffed and I scream around the tentacle in my mouth, when the one at my cunt starts pushing inside, slowly, so slowly, filling me even more. All my holes full now.

It's torture, how slowly they're fucking me. The one in my cunt moves so slow, I feel everything. How my pussy is starting to get so wet it drips out of me. How my ass clenches around the intrusion. How good the tentacle in my mouth tastes. My nipples are pulled and played with.

It feels like an eternity until, finally, they pick up speed. Not much, but enough to provide at least some stimulation other than clenching around the intrusions in my body. I'm panting into the darkness.

I shouldn't enjoy this, but I do. The torturously slow fucking I receive is better than nothing. We haven't found anything in this damned dungeon. My fucking partner jerks off every night, grunting and groaning, making noises that, in turn, make me wet but he's been denying me, telling me it would only strain our 'partnership' - leaving me wanting.

And now, these long and thick tentacles that penetrate all my holes feel like heaven. Fuck. I even enjoy the one in my ass. The stretch should hurt, it's much more than I shoult be able to take for my first time getting fucked in the ass. But whatever makes the tentacles slippery is making me horny and wet and desperate, too. Must be aphrodisiac. I'm hot, my nipples are straining and my back arches, trying to get more friction.

The mimic must be picking up on my desperation, because it starts fucking my holes harder, faster. Pulling out of my ass as the other tentacle is slamming into my cunt and pushing deep into my ass when the tentacle in my pussy pulls out - only to repeat.

I'm sure I'd be begging and sobbing if there wasn't a tentacle fucking my throat, pumping me full of whatever aphrodisiac the damned thing is producing. It tastes so good, like candied fruits and heavy mead.

I need to be fucked like this. I need it.

And just when I fall over the edge, holes clenching violently around tentacles, spine bowing, the mimic is thrown open and not only my partner, but a whole dungeon party look down on me. Stuffed airtight as I am, my screams muffled as my ass and cunt are pumped full of cum. So much so that it starts gushing out. Obscene noises echo in the room.

They're all watching me clench and mewl, some horrified, some amused and even aroused.

"You really are such a whore" he mutters, but starts rummaging around his pack for some glass vials. "At least mimic cum has a good market value. I've found us a party for the way back, by the way."

Asshole.

My thighs quiver. The tentacle in my ass still pumps cum into me, I'm drained and, judging by the looks of my partner and the others he's found, I'm going to be used as a breeding bitch to this mimic until we're out of the dungeon.

The thought sends me into another orgasm, which triggers the mimic to pump me even more full and my eyes roll back. I notice that the party shuffles around, lifting the mimic while I'm still impaled and captive in it. They're taking the whole thing, I think.

Nobody made any effort to get me out. They really are going to let it fuck me and gather the cum to sell.

you legit have the best blog ive ever seen it takes me like 5 minutes to cum atleast. can you write anything about like cockwarming?? like the one with getting tied to a centaur. if not that's fine dw

Ohhhh, I absolutely can do something with cockwarming~

I’ve seen posts about getting tied to centaurs before, and that’s absolutely a classic...but consider getting bound to a dragon. A giant cock, hot, deeper inside of you than it feels like anything should be - and you have no way to escape the heat, the size, the stretch, tied to this enormous creature’s belly as it patrols its territory and hunts, each movement shifting the beast inside of you and taking you with it. Occasionally, the dragon reaches its tipping point from the positive stimulation your soft, tight body is giving him, and he cums deep inside of you - but none of it can leave you, simply making your belly swell more and more throughout the day until it’s almost as big as you are, the ropes around you straining to keep you held tight.

You can do nothing about this, of course. As much as your services are appreciated for keeping the dragon calm and non-aggressive, you’re just his cocksleeve, after all - what matters most is his pleasure, not how much cum you think you can hold or how many times you can orgasm from the feeling of being so stretched out constantly.

Now, if we loop back around to centaurs...just imagine the feeling of an enormous horsecock being slid into you without mercy, no matter how much you think you can’t take it. When it’s all the way hilted - a task that seemed physically impossible, but one that’s been achieved - your limp, pathetic body is bound to the centaur, ensuring that there’s no escape for you no matter how hard you struggle. The centaur’s regular walking alone would shift the cock inside of you in such a delightful rhythm, but if he broke into a gallop - that’s when the real fun would begin, the ropes around you tight enough to keep you from escaping but not tight enough to keep you from sliding up and down. Plugged up like that, the centaur’s cum would doubtlessly fill you to the brim, your belly hanging heavy beneath you, swaying with every movement he made...