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Imagine that middle aged coworker you keep leading on gets ahold of a portal pussy and connects it to you.

He'd start slow, teasing your little slit in the break room, watching you squirm in your seat across the room. Big rough fingers rubbing your sensitive clit. Increasing his assault gradually until you have to leave the room. He follows you into the restroom, where you've locked yourself into a stall. You couldn't help but hide in there to try and get yourself off. Your cunt practically dripping from his teasing. Your need outweighing the confusion and fear from what's happening to you. Your slick fingers make frantic little circles around your swollen clit, and you feel his fingers return, thick and rough as they feel around for your entrance. You whimper as they push in, both at once, stretching you too fast. He doesn't waste any time finding your g spot, making your eyes roll back as he rubs it. Your rubbing gets sloppier and more desperate. Hes unrelenting, picking up speed as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your legs shake, whimpering pathetically. You're so close, when suddenly, he stops. You whine and try to replace him with your own fingers. You rub and finger yourself for what feels like an hour and can't get yourself back to the edge, can't reach the places he could. You leave the bathroom defeated, with an ache in your lower half you can't seem to make go away.

He fully intends to pay you back for all the blue balls you've given him

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.

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...

who craves being a gloryhole. who would give anything to have their legs strapped open and to the wall, giving anyone access to their pussy and ass and made to do a full shift on a busy Saturday night. Just two faceless holes, no better than a fleshlight. Don’t you want to lose count of how many men have used and cum in you?

always had a fantasy about hitchhiking on the side of the road and being picked up by a big bear or a pretty trans girl who's pretending to be nice but actually just wants to get me isolated and alone so they can fuck my cunt. and i can't do anything about it cuz they're my only ride and we're in the middle of nowhere, so ive gotta listen to them and pull my pants down and bend over the hood of their car so they can use me like a toy. maybe they're surprised i have a pussy, but they're not disappointed; if anything, they're extra turned on now. they don't even have the decency to pull out or use a condom; they cum while their cock is pressed up against my cervix, and force me to rub my own dick until i cum around them.

then i have no choice but to go sit in the car for the rest of the ride with cum dripping out of my wet little cunt.

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…

Since it’s spooky season. I’m fantasising about trying on some cute halloween costumes by my mirror, when suddenly I feel myself being groped by an invisible force.

I feel my tdick being rubbed through my clothes and a cold hand sneaking up my shirt. I gasp and try to struggle away but before I know it, I’m being lifted off the ground. My costume is ripped off and I’m left helpless and exposed as invisible fingers start feeling my cunt.

I let out an involuntary moan as the fingers slip inside and start pumping in and out. My wet cunt starts to make sloppy sounds as another finger is added and before I can even process whats happening, I feel the unmistakable press of a cock at my hole.

I regain some sense and try to struggle out of the grip I’m in but it’s all in vain, the cock pushes itself in, as deep as it can go. My eyes catch the mirror I was posing in and I can only watch as my cunt clenches around seemingly nothing.

The invisible creature begins to thrust, almost lifting me up and down on its cock. I can’t help myself and begin to moan, the pace picks up. I feel its fingers find my dick once more, it starts rubbing circles while it thrusts. The feeling is near overstimulating and I’m practically shouting in pleasure.

I can feel myself building up to orgasm and I’m unable to care about the strangeness of the situation, desperately, I chase that relief. I take another look in the mirror and the sight of my dripping cunt stretching around this unknown appendage and my cock seemingly jerking on its own pushes me over the edge. I yell and shake as pleasure overwhelms my senses, vaguely I can feel the thrusts getting harder and faster. I cum hard on the invisible cock and not long after I can feel a cold liquid unload into me.

I’m shaking as I’m slowly lowered to the ground. The cock slides out of me and I see my own wetness along with an unrecognisable substance pour out my hole. Dazed and confused, I lay on the floor and hope that the creature comes back some time soon.

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.

fantasizing about wearing a short skirt the next time i ride the train during rush hour, so a perverted commuter behind me can lift my skirt and grope my ass. when he goes to pull aside my panties, he'll find out i'm not wearing any, so he'll stick their fingers in my already-wet cunt while whispering in my ear how much of a pathetic needy slut i am to be acting so lewd in public. my pussy will only leak more, so he'll take it as a cue to back me into the corner of the crowded train, shielding me from view as he pulls out his cock. he'll fuck me in the moving train, while whispering threats of finding out where i live if i go to the police. as his cock goes in and out of my needy pussy, he'll lifts my shirt to grope and pinch my tits and nipples. right before his stop, he'll fill me up with his hot sticky seed and place a couple of bills inside my bra. then, he'll get off the train as if nothing ever happened while his fresh cum is dripping down my thighs and onto the floor.

So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.

Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”

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

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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bubble (pixiv51545000)

had a couple ideas, so feel free to use both, neither, or modify them however you see fit! both involve a cocky adventurer lady having a bad time while trying to solo a dungeon. idea 1: involves her body being invaded by slime creatures just curiously exploring all of her holes (and maybe deciding not to leave said holes) and idea 2: involves her getting trapped in the sticky goop of some giant slugs, and them doing whatever giant slugs would do to a completely immobilized, fertile, young woman!

thanks for taking the time to read this, love your work!! also could i be 🦨 anon? :3c

Kabr0z Writes episode 101: Dungeon Slime

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I have an AO3!

CWs: Dubcon; slime; suffocation; impregnation; uterine penetration; living clothing;

A/N: I actually got that AO3 account a little while back, but have literally no idea how that site works. Tumblr is still the first and foremost place to find my writing, but with recent outages it's never a bad idea to diversify!

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The tunnel smelled of old stone and piss. It wasn't actually piss, you knew that, the lichen clinging to the engraved walls just gives off ammonia. The ammonia, of course, smells of piss. You rubbed some away, the plant leaving a slick residue on your bracer as the engraving underneath was revealed to you. You were in the right place. The lost fortress of Urdimnish, Trade Tower.

You were here for a reason, of course, the Auric cell at the heart of the tower once kept an entire civilisation of magitech animunculi ticking. If it lived up to even half of the hype, the dwarves would pay a fortune for it. Enough to retire on and then some.

The gate was a simple enough mechanism, warded locks were state of the art when the city was built, easy pickings for any would-be adventurer. The real trick was finding your way through the labyrinthine tunnels carved through the mountain. Most of them weren't ever designed for anyone over about four feet tall, the ones that didn't require you to stoop were the palatial great halls and passages Dwarven architecture was known for.

You passed throne rooms and treasuries, hoards of silver and gold enough to purchase your wildest dreams. You filled a pocket or two, but you knew it's chicken feed compared to the real prize. Deeper and deeper you delved, through lifeless corridors. Nobody knew entirely what happened to the primordial dwarven culture that built this place. One day, it seemed they all decided to leave their burrows and fortifications, never to be seen again. Who knows, maybe someone will find some clue here through careful study of the engravings on the walls.

At last you reached the floor you wanted. The corridors were hot this deep, the bowels of the earth warming the smooth stone. Maybe that's why there's no lichen this deep? Your torch flickered in your hand, glinting off polished brass fixtures in the walls. The deeper you crept, the more copper and brass shone back at you, until you saw it. A glass ball, roughly the size of your head. Gold flecks swam in the crystal, chasing one another around the orb as you watched. This couldn't be anything but the Auric cell hidden here, at the deepest darkest pit of the long-lost fortress. Thick gloves protected your hands as you reached for it, the warmth of the cells surface radiating out as your fingers brushed the glass.

It wasn't glass. Your hands sunk into the surface of the cell as the surface slid over your arms, then up to your shoulders. You flinched back, but the orb came with you, receding in size as it covered you in a paper-thin film of hot, gold-tinged fluid. It reached your chest, sliding under your armour and over your tits before venturing down your belly, slipping over your suddenly all-to-exposed stomach. The glassy liquid flowed upwards too, you pressed your lips together as it covered them, sliding into your nostrils and over your eyes. Gold motes danced over your vision. Your head swum as your lungs burned. You needed to take a breath.

The glass lurched downwards, coating your clit in a hot sheen of fluid, sliding down to press at your hole. The sudden sensation made you gasp on reflex, sucking in a gobbet of the shiny liquid. It coated the inside of your mouth in moments, slipping down your throat as a tendril pushed its way into your cunt. The slime felt around your insides, pressing and prodding at your folds and inner walls, finding its way into every corner of you. The thin film started retreating from your sinuses, clearing your nose as more was redirected into your slick cunt.

You took a breath. You'd fallen, but mustn't have noticed when you landed, legs apart on the stone floor. The growing mass of fluid glass in your cunt was pulsing, getting larger and hotter. You groaned as it stretched you out, leaning back as your hips rolled back, opening you beneath your clothes to nobody in particular. The film over your clit shivered; a soft steady buzzing sending warmth through you in waves. More of the slick, firm substance caressed your nipples, sucking and squeezing at them as you felt them harden and stand on end.

The substance probed at your cervix. You gasped as it slid through the tight gap like water through a sieve, sliding around your womb. More and more of it piled into you, until it was all focused on your cunt. You lay down as your hands strayed to your tits, slipping under your linen top to caress the soft skin, fingers pinching at your nipples as the humming, buzzing slime filled you, shifting around inside as it got comfortable.

A sharp pain made you gasp, just a little cramp radiating from your now-swollen belly, drowned out by a wave of pleasure that flowed from your occupied belly. A groan escaped you as you lost yourself to the flow of relief, submerging into your orgasm like a warm bath. It was the best lover you'd ever had, clenching around smooth curves that conformed to your every fold and crevice. It vibrated inside you in gentle pulses, elongating your sighs and moans of release until at last you came back down.

The creature was still inside you, round and warm. You could still feel it, gently humming away in your womb, a bump filled out your silhouette, like an expectant mother.

You took up your abandoned torch and turned to leave.

There's no way you're giving this to the dwarves.

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This is another "absurdly late from yesterday" episode, so don't worry, you're still getting another one tonight 😉

Also, I have literally no idea if the CWs on this one are appropriate, or if there's stuff I should've put but didn't... Answers on a postcard I guess

A big kink for me that i never see anyone else talking about is belly riding.

Like yes step me onto the bottom of a dragon or centaur or beast and just be a good little cock sleeve. We could travel for miles, days, and just whenever he feels like fucking me he doesn't even have to move. Just humps and I'm right there waiting

And when he's done just leave his limp dick in me and continue on

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A centaur with a special harness and restraints made for you so you can swing around underneath her and bounce up and down on her cock while she trots around doing her tasks

When you got hired on as a Centaur Caretaker, you thought it was going to be things like mucking stalls and maybe helping them dress or something. What you didn’t expect was that you were meant to help “relieve” one. You got to pick and see if you click. If not, then you were paid for the time getting to know them, but not hired. You felt weird about it at first, but then you saw her.

It didn’t take long for you two to click, and honestly, most of the time it felt more like you were dating than you being her Caretaker. You even sometimes came over just to hangout and spend time together. When it was time for you two to finally sleep together, it was fantastic. Her cock filled you up perfectly and you felt like your mind was melting. The next time, things were a little bit different.

“Please? I want to really feel you bounce on me,” she begged, looking at you with those dark brown eyes that you have come to love so dearly.

“Well, okay,” you finally relented.

The two of you got the swing on her, and you wiggled yourself into it. The head of her huge, flared cock teased your wet cunt as she secured your hands to her sides with small cuffs so you wouldn’t fall. She started trotting, cramming her fat cock into you with one thrust. You started whining and moaning immediately, rocking back on her, desperate for more.

You didn’t even care when she started doing chores, her cock still slamming in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as she stretched you, her cock bullying into your cervix, her precum slicking your insides. You could feel her throbbing as her climax approached, making you clench eagerly around her. You wanted to feel her cum in you so badly that it didn’t even matter when she went outside, continuing her tasks with her cock buried inside of you for everyone to see.

In fact, you started begging for her to cum. To fill you up. It didn’t matter that everyone would hear and see you. You just wanted her to use you like the toy you were meant to be.

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?”

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.

being strapped to the underside of a dinosaur (or dragon or centaur or --) and just. left there, cock deep inside you, twitching and moaning but not really able to move other than how you're bounced when they run, so deep they'll never slip out, slowly filling with more and more cum as they leak into you until you're swollen like a balloon and every bit of grass brushing against your belly makes you twitch and squeeze again --

Oh man your ‘wearing’ stuff is so good just the idea of getting tied up to, not just a normal centaur but a shire centaur 👀👀 they’re so big that most humans don’t even reach shoulders so you better hope you don’t get knocked up but with him galloping around, his cock will almost defiantly push all the way through to your womb and make sure that none of that cum spills

Well, obviously! Especially with how horsecock functions. That head flaring is no joke, and that’s a solid way to ensure that absolutely no cum is escaping the centaur’s poor toy. It’s not like there would be an opportunity for the cum to really escape in any meaningful way, regardless, not with how I’m tied up beneath him. Impaled, overstimulated to the point of exhaustion, limp, barely even able to vocalize as he fills me yet again - I lost count a while ago of how many times he’s cum, but he shows no signs of needing a break anytime soon regardless of how full I’m getting, regardless of how tired I am, regardless of my begging. Practically no hope of not being knocked up at that point, huh?

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...

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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Thanks for the request, anon! Hopefully it's everything you wanted

If you have a request, please send a DM or an ask, and I'll see what I can make out of it! There's a bit of a wait, bit it's still projected to be less than a month (though I can't promise how long that'll last)

Consider: Portals. Finding a ring of metal that looks like it could be a bracelet but you don't know that when one of those is touched for the first time, it links to your body, and automatically goes to your preferred hole. So you put your hand in it to wear it as a bracelet and then... youre bent over, gasping as you feel your hand inside your own body... Im sure you could come up with ideas for this~~ 💙

Ahhh fuck... Well, I’m probably already cumming from putting my hand in. I would probably think it just works for whoever’s holding it, linking to their own body - not realising it was “set” to me, so to speak, so I’d just leave it. I’d be too worried about the risk of it, really!

Except... it’s tuned into my pussy, so whoever finds it next will slide their hand in only to feel something warm and soft and wet, and I’ll double over as I’m just trying to do some work or something like that. The person will probably think it’s some kind of really fancy fleshlight or something, and they’ll fuck it, and let their friends fuck it, while I’m desperately trying to find the ring again to put an end to it. Maybe they’re curious about what’s on the other side and start feeling around, finding my g spot and making me cum and they’re amazed by how realistic it is. They could try shoving toys in, or even just random objects if they feel like it.

There’s no chance I’m ever finding the ring again, so really I’ll just have to get used to living like that...

I need someone to fuck me with balls so achingly full that one load doesn't stop for thirty seconds. Thirty seconds of getting my body filled to the brim but they don't care that I'm so full I'm leaking around their huge cock they still have more loads to fill me with. I definitely don't have a thing for excessive unrealistic amounts of cum

"my son turned out fine"

ma'am, your son has been dead for years. i'm the demon that pilots his corpse, and he's fucking gone. you might have broken him, raised him wrong and made him confused and fragile and hollow, but i cored him. i slithered for years through the dry ventricles in his empty heart, i fantasized with his tired brain, i coiled around his soul and seduced him and owned him. the second he got away from you and could finally stop struggling, he practically gave himself to me. being dead on his feet already, it was deliciously easy for him to accept the death i promised him. i ripped apart everything that made your son himself, keeping what suits me and forgetting what doesn't, and i wear what he left behind like a favourite outfit. his body's not even recognisable, either- not only has it been used, claimed, and marked by lovers you'd call dangerous, but it's been estrogenised, changed so thoroughly that the tattered scraps of his soul don't recognise it as his anymore. because it's not, because it never really was. because it's mine.

Please keep work place safety in mind at all times

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

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

huge dildo set up on a stool that's just too high for the sub to reach on his own so his dom picks him up around the waist and lifts him over it

he's kicking and gasping, his arms bound behind his back, saying that it's too big and he can't possibly take it, but his dom just shoves him down until the tip pops past the tight ring of his cunt, and then just... lets go

sub yelling and whining as he drops down onto the dildo, unable to kick free or get loose, gravity meaning he's forced down onto the fat cock splitting him open, and then once he IS down, the whole thing crammed so deeply inside him he feels dizzy and pained with it, he can't move, can only just rock on it, can't touch himself

and his dom grins at him and just leaves him to it for a while while he gets on with something else