Questionably-blue - Call Me Blue

monster with cum that 'sets' so your body can absorb it, leavin you walking around with a heavy, just slightly wobbly belly as the hard jelly like cum sits inside you...

I want to be in the corner of a crowded train, not noticing the man nearby stealthily jerking off. When he gets close to cumming, he lifts my dress, pulls my panties to the side, and shoves his cock into me, his hand over my mouth so I can't scream. He thrusts into me for a minute while I struggle before groaning in my ear and spilling all his seed inside me. I feel the warmth of it filling me up. He thrusts a few more times, raping his cum deeper into me, before pulling out and disappearing into the crowd. I never even get to see his face.

can I just say I'm a big fan of invisible cock too, or portals accessing really big insertions that you can't see from the outside....wearing something fitted and skimpy, like a cute little snug crop top, maybe a little flared skirt and tights, and if you spread my legs all you see are my cute panties, but I have a huge gut bulge that looks suspiciously like a horse cock embedded in my guts, and I'm soaked, because somewhere on the other side of that portal, someone is using me as their own personal stress relief ~

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

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.

bubble (pixiv51545000)

Just read episode 51 and that was hot as hell. Especially the way she fucked herself on his cock and ground that flare into her cervix to stop him going soft and his cum leaking out of her.

Thank you so much!

Would love to see something where she ends up being strapped to him again as a breeding bitch for him or other centaurs, and eventually with her pregnant belly hanging down too.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 81: Alternative ending

This story won't make sense if you haven't read episode 51!

And here's the rest of the anthology!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; forced impregnation; freeuse; belly riding; Lots of the same issues as the first iteration. Please look that one over, if it's too heavy this one will be too

A/N: Think of this as a "What If..?" for episode 51. I'm not sure which will wind up being canon if I agglomerate a universe around this, but it doesn't really matter either way

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You solicited the help of a centaur to escape a city. It was a desperate gambit, strapped to the underside of a half-horse half-man to slip by the gatehouse through the one un-warded route out.

He never met back up with his partner, diverting South into the woodlands. He ran for miles with you suspended under him, his gargantuan cock softening and slipping out of you within minutes of leaving the city walls. A trail of cum leaked from you as you struggled under his belly. The knots were tight, the ropes stout. Every move you made only served to bind you tighter.

Eventually he stopped running, alighting on a stand of dark oak trees, sheets strung from tree to tree making up awnings. His home. He never bothered to remove you.

Day after day, he'd take you. Every time would start the same, that cock would start dangling below you. You were helpless to do anything but watch as it slid out to its full length, dangling below the centaur's knees. He'd let it hang there a moment, steaming in the cold winter air.

Slowly, it would harden. Thickening from the base downwards. Swinging up towards you over and over, slapping against your belly. Every swing hit your cunt, slinging a thread of sticky precum at you as it slapped your flesh. Over and over it would swing, the flared tip engorging with each stroke. Sometimes he's get too stimulated from just slapping his cock against you and a gout of cum would erupt from him, covering you and dripping onto the dirt floor.

Today was not one of those days. Today he wouldn't be satisfied with anything but your cunt. You felt him grab the ropes, leaning back to haul you towards his front legs so when the pendulous cock swung up the tip threatened your hole, slicking it with precum. He stepped up to a fallen log, bracing you against it as he swung into you again, pushing the flare into you. You were well-used to the thickness of it by now. That didn't stop it making you gasp as you felt it wedge you open. It wasn't as hard as the actual shaft of his cock, but it was as thick as both of your fists held together. Firm, with just enough give to avoid doing serious harm to you, the flare held him into you. He thrust. The weight of his body pressing you down into the rough bark of the log. The cock forced itself deeper into you. You stifled a sob as it bottomed out on your cervix, then pushed harder, sliding past and into the fornix. Here he rested a moment. The flare pressing into the very back wall of your pussy.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling the cock stretching you, pressing into your guts. The centaur shuddered slightly, the wobbling motion shaking him inside you. You whined as the cock shook you to the core. He grunted, seemingly taking your noise as a challenge as he pressed you back against the log, bracing your chest into it as he thrust in harder, forcing you back down towards his hips. You felt him stretching you, pushing the limits of your depth.

You felt his sheath. The very base of his cock. He started galloping. The movement shook you, rubbing his member against your insides. Faster and faster he ran, leaping boughs and streams until he stopped.

With a howl, he came. You felt it, the familiar pressure of the cum flooding you. You could feel yourself bloating. The force of the cum fought the still almost-hard cock occupying your quim. He flopped out of you, the cock still standing strong as it pointed instead at your dangling face. A rope hit you, painting you in the strong smelling seminal fluids of your kidnapper. He wasn't done yet. More came, painting your belly, then still more, squirting onto the ground before the dripping mass of cockmeat started to recede back into him.

Weeks passed, every day bringing more attempts to flood you with his seed, some more successful than others. One day you could deny it no more, your belly was growing. He didn't feed you enough to grow fat, even with your now sedantary lifestyle. There was only one explanation.

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One of these days, I'll get the drop on these things. Until then, I'm gonna be pulling more late nights.

Semi-unrelated, if you're in the UK and have £10 to spare, you can get a subscription to the National Theatre's streaming service. It's pretty good

Thinking about being strapped to the underside of a four legged creature (something similar to a centaur, tall and large) as some breeding toy/pet.

Having my arms and legs fastened in leather, blindfolded and muzzled. The creature’s thick, super rigid cock nestled inside of me 24/7. A constant feeling of warmth in my stomach that keeps me delirious and that I physically can’t pull away from.

Going throughout the day, I jostle around underneath them. Their throbbing cock dragging along my walls in small thrusts with every step. If they raise their body or lean back I slide all the way down to the base which makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. God forbid they start running.

With all of the friction, it’s inevitable that they’ll cum inside me. Having a tight, warm hole that whines and moans, a sweet, pint sized little thing? It would be a crime not to! It’s something so casual as well. Doing whatever task or job, holding a conversation with other people, their hips will just pump slightly forward as they fill me with a day’s worth of thick, pent up cum. Paying absolutely no mind to my whining and gargling.

Of course I end up cumming as well, but every time my cock spills onto the ground I get reprimanded like a dog who just pissed on someone’s carpet.

“Bad boy, bad boy. You’ve made such a mess.” They’ll punctuate with a particularly harsh thrust which just makes me cum a second time with a scream. “What am I going to do with you?”

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