[ 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.
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
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.
thinking about a marble statue being possessed by a lustful spirit or something like that, pinning you down easily with cold, rough hands that cut into your skin if you try to fight back too much. empty, expressionless eyes peering into your soul as it rips the clothes off your body. it doesnt mean to be so rough but its hard to have precise motor function when youre made of marble, so when it grabs at your soft, pliable flesh, its all too easy for it to leave bruises behind, making you feel everywhere it touches for several minutes after it moves on to the next tempting spot.
maybe you can watch as the spirit makes its carved cock grow into a monstrous stone dildo that you just know is gonna fucking hurt before it even starts to stretch you open around it. and when it finally does force its way inside you, all you can do is gasp and squirm at the cold, unyielding intrusion. wonder if youd be too shocked to cry at that point, surely it hurts to have something so stiff force its way soo deep inside you, even if your perverted hole is soaked enough that it slides in smoothly. do you think youd hear the creak of its nonexistant joints over your desperate whines? do you think when the spirit cums and is satisfied, itd just... leave the statue just like that, pinning you in place with its morphed cock and heavy hands? while you just writhe there, humiliated by the prying eyes of those who pass by? what do you think people would think of you? that youre some kind of pervert that couldnt help but fuck yourself on this statue? or do you think theyd believe your story, that you just suddenly got pounced on by it? do you think theyd try to help you, or take advantage of your position by jerking off onto the both of you?
much to think about
Mimic sex toys. Like, in the middle of what you think is a solo sesh, the dildo just starts thrusting into you on its own and pumps you full of cum.
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imagine theres a slime monster living in your walls, you only noticed it bcuz sometimes it stays in one spot too long and you need to repaint ceiling due to water damage. you dont really mind, it doesnt leave the wall wet so there's no mold, and you dont have ppl come over often, the ones that do dont question why you have new stains on the ceiling every month.
obviously it likes warm places so its easy to placate during the winter you moved in since you're also cold, so turning the heat up keeps it happy and hiding.
but then the summer comes and it gets too cold from the ac, it finds the bathroom is much warmer when you're taking a shower. slowly with every shower you take it gets more comfortable being in plain sight, moving from in the wall, to the cabinet, to laying the floor, pressed against the outside of the tub. you never notice bcuz of your opaque shower curtain and it always hides when you get out, lingering nearby until the heat and steam finally fade. going back to the attic or the side of the house the sun hits thats only barely warm enough.
then one day you decide to have a self care day and take a bath, you have your laptop set up to watch movies and maybe a little wine to sip on. your slimey house mate coming to hang out but staying hidden since the curtain isn't pulled.
the lights are dim tho so it decides to test how close it can get to the tub without being seen. apparently pretty damn close bcuz you don't notice him until hes perched on the edge of the tub. you're shocked for a moment but don't really care, maybe he's dried out you do keep it kind of cold, you'll turn the ac down a bit when you get out and maybe leave him somewhere to stay warm.
after a couple more movies you decide to get out, not noticing that the slime moved hours ago, and start to drain the tub. you feel something frantically grip your thighs and try to get up but slip a little further in the tub causing it to press again your hole to start away from the drain.
you realize it's probably the slime afraid to go down the drain and reach forward to plug it back up, but having found an escape and being forced even closer it presses into you. you let out a startled moan and try to scramble out, but once you've got your legs out of the water and try to grab the slime, it slips thru your fingers.
and now its found a much warmer place to hide from the cold air, it slithers into you further, you collapse to your knees, and further, your sure itll never come out, and still goes further.
you finish out the summer with your housemate living in you, its normal to you now, it doesnt bother you at all just like living in the house it mostly keeps to itself. your tummy is a little bloated which is fine by you. you always enjoyed having a little fat on you so you arent going to complain about looking a little bigger.
winter comes and the heat is on and you're hiding under a heated blanket and a heating pad for good measure, your so damn cold blooded but all the ways to get comfy in the winter make it better. soft bkankets and warm fires. and one day you notice theres a bit of shifting in you. you dont pay attention to it until it starts moving downward and think about your housemate that moved into you all those months ago. it moves further down until its just barely sticking out of you and hangs out there.
outside you may be warmer now but its enjoying how wet the inside of your body is. but fuck you wish it would move. you feel so full with him just. casually hanging out in you.
i've been hoarding this post for so long and now everyone gets to see it
ughh imagining getting knocked up with eggs but it being slow…
i feel each and every single egg pass through my dripping cunt, pushing my walls apart and pressing up against my cervix, where it seems like ages for it to pop into my womb… all i can do is keep my legs spread open as i desperately whine for it to go faster, but there’s no relief for me, my clit throbbing and my mind completely fogged over as i pant, the sensentsrion of it all being too much for my little body..
whatever is breeding me is cooing me by petting my head and playing with my tits to give me some stimulation, but i can’t cum or that would make it only take longer for the egg to get to my womb, and i have a whole clutch i need to carry! i need to just be a good incubator and edge until i’m properly knocked up…
when an egg finally does pop through into my womb i let out a cry of relief and shake, only for another egg to come down and start the process all over again <3
That mating pressed bunny post has stuck with me too much... Could you share any other mating press related thoughts, please? 🥺👉👈 I'll lose sleep over them for sure... (might have to hecking commission you for something along those lines bc whew 🥵)
Hmm hmm let’s see I happen to have another monster fucking draft that includes mating press.
I was thinking earlier about secretly getting bred in semi-obvious areas. Going to hide in a closet (for whatever reason) and finding that something’s nesting there in the tiny, pitch black, space—likely deep in a rut. It pulls you closer and buries you in its nest of random clothes and blankets. Unable to see, suddenly your pants are gone, your hips are propped up nicely, and your legs are pushed back before you feel the monster’s hot and heavy cock sink into you.
Before you can moan or even yell for help, its tongue is down your throat and its hips have met with yours, its balls against your ass. You struggle beneath it stuck in such an intimate mating position as it fucks down into you. Fearful of what’s happening until it cums and you’re filled with a comforting warmth. Thick, sticky, warm, cum rushing from its cock to fill you up.
Nobody notices you being silently ravaged in the closet for hours. Laying there hazy and unaware that you’ve been rapidly impregnated. Messy hole spilling onto the nest and still getting stuffed as the monster adds to its litter…
Please keep work place safety in mind at all times
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.
24, nsfw blog, ftm, gonna be real this is mostly to save posts I find, don't expect anything original
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