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Anonymous: Man I love slime inflation so much I don’t know why but it just cranks the horny meter real high for me. Imagine you’re an adventurer, maybe a beginner or something, and you come across a slime. You’ve dealt with a few in the past and everyone always said they were the best things for xp grinding. But when you take a wack at the blue blob… your sword gets stuck. You try to yank it out until the slime starts crawling over your shoes and up your legs, keeping you there now. It’s not long before the slime’s properties dissolve any clothing it touches and it’s useless to try to pry the damn thing off. You can’t do anything, you’re helpless, as it starts to slowly slip inside you and thrust deeper. At first, it’s a pleasant sensation, the tentacle is thin. It wiggles around a little until it reaches your cervix. That’s when the tentacle suddenly thickens, stretching you wide. The thrusting picks up and then it’s pressing deeper. You look down and realize it’s trying to slip inside you completely, but it’s already too late. It starts pouring into you, it’s body on the outside shrinking, while your stomach swells. You moan and groan, completely limp when it’s all inside. It makes you look 4 months pregnant, maybe a little bigger, and it settles quickly. It doesn’t seem to want to leave any time soon. Feel free to add on, I imagine the slime produces eggs (I love hard shells but they don’t really make sense for slimes) and you have to try to squeeze them out, growing bigger until they’re exposed to the air, then they hatch. Maybe the big slime feeds off sexual fluids. I don’t know. Just wanted to put this out there :)

I mean, slime inflation is kind of a classic. What's not to get turned on by?

Being some low-level adventurer means that slimes are a good choice. Gotta have an easy target, after all! This one, though...this one isn't the easy target I want it to be. My first warning sign is the color - common forest slimes are green, while this one is blue - and my second warning sign is the size. It's bigger than the ones I usually go after, and I make the mistake of thinking that it'll make for some extra XP. No such luck. My sword doesn't make clean work of the thing like my equipment normally does, and I'm left trying to wrestle it out of the slime's body while it uses the distraction to get in close. Before I can fend it off, it's already tangled itself around my legs and pulled me to the ground, enabling it to dissolve my flimsy armor and the clothing beneath.

My cunt is its first target. Not only does it make for a good weak spot, but the human body can easily serve the thing's reproductive needs as long as it can shove some part of itself inside, even if that part turns into all of it. It doesn't start off too badly, slipping a thin protrusion into my defenseless pussy, but it ups the ante quickly by sliding past my cervix and into my womb, establishing a hold deeper than any living being should be able to reach. It's a simple matter for the thing to widen my cervix from there, stretching it open with that one single tentacle in a way that makes me cry out before easily just shoving globs of itself directly into my body. My belly stretches, bloating with the slime inside, and fighting it off is a fruitless effort that only leaves me exhausted by the time it's settled itself into its new home.

I'm left to stumble my way back to the nearest village. I'm lucky enough to find some spare clothing in one of the random chests that appear around the woods from time to time, but it's not enough to hide my swollen belly, and the townsfolk obviously have more questions than I can answer. I'm too tired to care about that, for now, and just collapse into a bed in the nearest inn, using the last of my gold to stay the night. When I wake up, something has changed. I look mostly the same, but I feel...different. I feel needy and warm in an unfamiliar way, and I can only blame it on the slime, but I'm not all that focused on getting it out of me - I'm focused on satiating these new desires. Well, I'm out of gold and I'm out of equipment, but maybe I can fix that by seeking out townsfolk willing to pay their way into my body.

I can fix my lack of gold and my lack of equipment by selling myself to the townsfolk, but the desire blooming in my lower abdomen only seems to get stronger each time someone breeds me. My midsection swells noticeably, and I grow from looking four months pregnant to five, six, seven, as though the slime in my womb is growing with the donations of seed and my own juices. Frustrated, I can't figure out how to fix the way my cunt constantly aches and drips, so I just decide to go do some adventuring to distract myself, as though that isn't the thing that got me into this entire mess in the first place.

The instant I lay eyes on a common forest slime - one of the usual green ones, this time, and in a normal size - something completely different takes over, and I'm defeated by the urge to remove all of my equipment and present myself to it with my legs open, as though inviting it to join the one already inside of me. This one doesn't take up residence in my womb, but it still seems to delight in thrusting a slimy protrusion in and out of my greedy cunt, and leaves a little bit of itself behind in the process, like the slime equivalent of cum. The one in my womb really seems to like the sexual fluids from its own kind, if the way it swirls and sways inside of me is of any indication. My midsection visibly swells in response. It's just a little bit of growth, but it's enough to almost make me cum just by looking at it.

Something about my presence - or the presence of the thing inside of me - seems to attract a great deal of other common slimes, all of which are perfectly happy to treat me in the same way, breeding me as though they're aware that they're helping the blue slime grow bigger. It pulls my midsection tight over it, and I go from looking seven months pregnant to eight, nine, overdue, overdue with twins. The slime inside of me is absorbing the input of other slimes so efficiently that by the time the local slime population seems to have tapered off, it's nighttime, and I can hardly move, pinned in place by my own weight. Eventually, I do manage to stagger to my feet and return to the nearby town, carrying my equipment with me. I'm too wet and sensitive to be wearing any clothes right now.

The next morning, I'm awoken by a jolt of movement from my womb, and then a sudden pressure. Something is shoving up against my cervix from inside, and I'm helpless to fight the urge to push, spreading my legs and heaving mightily. Whatever it is, it's hard, and it's - is it growing? Unmistakably, as I manage to press whatever it is through my cervix, it swells just slightly on its journey down through my cunt and into the open air. It ends up between my legs in a pool of liquid slime - a smooth, spherical egg, with a deep-blue interior and a glasslike surface. I can only study it for a few moments before another one makes its presence known, and I have to bear down on it like the first. A quiet crunching noise interrupts me, mid-push, and I look down just in time to catch the first egg hatching, another blue slime entering the world in time for me to push out the second one. My womb feels tighter than it did last night, and the pressure from inside grows - the slime inside of me is laying more of these eggs, and they're all growing, all at once. If I don't lay them fast enough, they might just hatch inside.

With that in mind, I heave again, groaning and straining in an effort to pop another of the eggs out, and I just barely manage to squeeze another past my cervix. It stretches me wide on the way out, and I'm left panting and sweaty while the others keep growing. I can't waste any more time. I have to keep pushing, even if I'm tired - I don't want to host any more of these things. It's all too easy for fatigue to catch up to me while my midsection swells, and swells, and swells, and I only have the energy in me to push out maybe five of the eggs, all of which end up hatching and just simply lounging on the bed, as though they're also tired from the effort of having to escape my body. Trying my hardest to lay the next egg, it hits me that I definitely won't be able to get any more of these things out - they're just stuck, unless they hatch.

As if on cue, something happens inside. The eggshells dissolve easily once cracked, broken down by the fluids of the slimes themselves, so I'm just lucky I don't have to put up with shards of anything sharp as another ten or so eggs hatch inside of me, slimes swelling from inside to make my belly almost comically large, hanging heavy from my frame as I moan, my cunt throbbing not only from the stimulation of trying to lay eggs but just from the sheer input of the extra slimes now living inside of me - just like their parent slime, they seek sexual fluids to grow, and I'm not providing enough on my own.

Something about the presence of their siblings triggers movement in the slimes I successfully laid. One by one, they slide across the bedspread, seeking out the hole that birthed them to promptly shove their way back inside. My body is completely defenseless, my cervix weakened by the experience already, and I can do nothing to stop them from entering my womb alongside the rest of the clutch. I don't know how to get them out, I don't know how to satisfy the new arousal they've saddled me with, and I don't know if they're planning to stay there for as long as their parent has; if they're anything like normal slimes, the parent will probably evict them at some point to avoid competition.

Even if it forces its offspring out into the world, I think it's chosen me as a permanent host.

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Anonymous: would u like to write something with some tentacles & some cum inflation & maybe a bit of prolapse & definitely some breeding/impreg; that would be right up my alley, but obvs dw if it doesn't float your boat

I’d be glad to write about those things for you~

I’m walking near the base of a cliff that overshadows the woods near my house. It’s a nice place, with a creek running nearby and plenty of nooks and crannies for critters to hide in. What I didn’t realize was that said critters included a mass of smooth, cylindrical tentacles, reaching out to grab me before I could say or do anything at all. I can’t protest because there’s a thick appendage wrapped across my face as my arms and legs are pulled apart by relatively thin, but uncomfortably strong, tentacles that are emerging from a small cave carved into the cliffside. I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know what it wants from me; all I know is that my walk got interrupted by this…thing…and now a few of its arms are reaching for my belt. Within minutes, they have it off, and my pants quickly follow, as do the rest of my clothes.

Soon, I’m completely naked, at the mercy of this thing, and - to my despair and frustration - wet. This shouldn’t be turning me on, dammit, I’m probably about to get violated by this weirdass tentacle monster - but thinking about it that way only makes a familiar heat rear its head in my lower abdomen. If my mouth were free, I would have sighed frustratedly at myself, but my mouth isn’t free and I have bigger things to be worrying about, in both the literal and figurative sense.

A single tentacle prods at my soaking pussy, and I jolt, gasping through my nose. The monster seems to take that as an invitation, and slides the arm into me, coiling up inside of me, sliding more and more into my cunt at a startling pace. I twitch and shudder, moaning involuntarily even though I’m muffled by the tentacle over my mouth, as the thing fills me up. I look down a little bit, and I see my lower belly bulging outwards slightly from the tentacle coiled inside of me; I let out another moan against my will, aching to reach down and run my hands over it but unable to, restrained as I am.

Before long, the tentacle stops, and I’m disappointed - halfheartedly, I try to scold myself mentally for liking this, but my heart really isn’t in it. Soon, though, I feel it wriggling around inside of me, the tip rubbing delicately against my walls as the entire coil shifts inside of me, like the monster is looking for something. I narrow my eyes suspiciously. What could it be looking for…?

I get my answer when I feel the unfamiliar, deep sensation of something being thrust through my cervix and directly into my womb. I inhale sharply through my nose and arch my back at the sensation, my legs quivering as the unexpected pleasure hits me like a wave. I haven’t cum yet, though - and the monster seems to be aiming to change that when it starts thrusting, fucking my cervix open as it plunges itself into my womb over and over again, a little bit more of the tentacle stretching my walls apart each time. My eyes flutter shut as muffled whines and yelps struggle to escape my mouth while the monster forces its way deep into me, and I only get more desperate at the sudden addition of a tentacle into my ass that snakes its way deeper into my guts than anything has ever gone. With the appendage wrecking my womb and the other one claiming my ass, I can’t help but cum explosively, shuddering all the way through it as my voice cracks.

The creature pauses, almost like it’s thinking, as I come down from my high. I want to beg it to keep going, but my mouth is still covered, and I don’t even need to beg when the tentacles filling me suddenly stiffen and then thicken impossibly, easily tripling their circumferences. My eyes snap open as a strangled scream tries and fails to escape my throat, the pain almost too much to bear - but quickly joined by pleasure when the thing starts thrusting again.

It keeps me impaled like that for hours, occasionally increasing the girths of the tentacles inside of me little by little until there’s something easily the thickness of my thigh in both my ass and womb. Distantly, I register the sensation of my ass being pulled out of me a little bit more every time the tentacle withdraws - it’s just worn my hole out that much, I assume to myself, and the thought makes me cum yet again. I wonder how my womb will hold up, if it’ll stay inside at all, but I don’t have a lot of time to wonder before I suddenly realize that the tentacles are pulsing, throbbing like they’re getting prepared for something. Without even having to speculate, I just know that they’re getting ready to cum, and I let out a prolonged groan at the knowledge, at the idea of being absolutely filled with seed, at the mercy of this thing.

It seems to register my enthusiasm, and speeds up its thrusts - and then it reaches climax, and I immediately feel an impossible amount of seed being pumped into me by this thing. My belly quickly balloons outward, making me look three, six, nine months pregnant and beyond, and I cum again as I feel it hanging heavy from my otherwise-average frame.

Without asking, without thinking, I practically feel myself getting pregnant, the absolute potency of this seed a complete certainty in my mind, and I can’t help but cum again, even so soon after I just did, relishing the knowledge that this thing fucked my womb on purpose, broke past my cervix directly just so that it could make sure that I was pregnant by the end of this. Even if I weren’t so sure by whatever means the tentacles were using to mess with my head, it would still be almost a certainty that I was knocked up; there’s no way I wouldn’t be, not when there’s this much seed being poured endlessly into my womb.

Finally, the flow of thick, slimy cum lets up. Slowly, slowly, the tentacles pull out of me, their impossible lengths dragging beautifully across my walls while I’m shuddering under their touch. By the time the tentacle in my pussy pulls out all the way, my cervix is poking out from my cunt - but my womb itself hasn’t slid out, too filled with cum, stuck inside of me with the viscous liquid bloating it. That’s nothing compared to what the tentacle monster did to my ass, though. I feel my asshole being turned inside-out with the arm that used to be buried in my guts, and the sensation of the cold forest air brushing against my insides makes me shiver more violently, my eyelashes fluttering. When it finally exits all the way, a sluggish gush of thick liquid follows it through my prolapsed, useless gutmeat, hanging there beneath me. The rest of the cum, though, stays in my body, too thick to come out on its own.

Traces of cum are oozing from my exposed cervix and prolapsed ass, and I’m barely coherent, my eyes half-shut and my form limp in the monster’s grasp. I barely notice when it takes the appendage away from my face, just glad to be able to breathe through my mouth again, and I slide into the arms of sleep as I feel more tentacles being wrapped around my body…

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Anonymous: i ADORE your writing! my favourite is the tentacle that goes all the way through! i've been imagining a scenario where it goes the other way (mouth to ass) and then curls up to fuck the human's cunt

Oh, that’s easy ~ 

I’m wandering out in the desert hills behind my house. The scrubland around me is dotted with brush, hardy trees, and the occasional buried cave entrance; one wrong step could easily send someone stumbling into a natural sandstone room with no easy exit. I know this as well as anybody out here does, and yet that doesn’t stop me from getting distracted by a passing rabbit and consequently sending myself feetfirst down a sandy incline that leads into a dome-shaped cave with a wide crack in one wall. I sigh in frustration from the floor of the place, looking back up the way I came; it would be easy to climb if it weren’t for the fact that the sand that forms it simply slides back downhill under my weight, taking me with it. Luckily, there’s still cell service out here, so I don’t think I’ll be trapped for too long.

Before I can even get my phone out of my pocket, though, I hear something from behind me. I whip around, taking a step back - and then I immediately try to take another step back as I see what was making the noise: a slithering, writhing mass of smooth, cylindrical tentacles, flowing from the crack in the wall like water. Unfortunately for me, my second attempt at putting distance between myself and the…thing sent my foot into the sand pile that made me fall in the first place, and so I’m left on my back, looking up at the thing as it looms over me. Immediately, my brain jumps to the tentacle porn I’ve seen over the years, and the mass in front of me fulfills the stereotypes by reaching for my belt right away, much to my chagrin.

I barely have time to even think about putting up a fight before it has me restrained, and all of my clothes are gone less than a minute later. I can only assume the worst from the creature that has a hold of me, but it defies my expectations by quickly shoving a tentacle into my mouth, rather than going for my exposed pussy or ass right away. I can feel by the way it flexes in my mouth that it’s far too tough for me to attempt to bite through, and there’s no way for me to force it out; the only thing I can do is just let it explore, coiling up in my stomach and seemingly unbothered by the acid.

For some reason, I feel…warm. Warmer than the heat outside should warrant, even. I don’t want to admit it, but I’m enjoying having my mouth violated by this thing. I’m enjoying it.

I start to enjoy it even more when the appendage finds its way out of my stomach, snaking down into my guts, and I shudder and my eyes roll back into my head as the arm strokes nerves that have never been touched before, sending entirely new sensations through my system, filling me impossibly. I can feel it exploring me from the inside out in a way that both confuses me and turns me on.

Before long, it speeds up, as though determined - and I suddenly feel it sliding out of my ass, impaling me all the way through as the muscular length flexes in my throat. I choke slightly and let out a strangled moan a moment later when I feel the tentacle abruptly plunge into my cunt. It starts fucking me at a relentless pace, slamming into me over and over again, and I arch my back, a combined yelp of surprise and pleasure muffled by the tentacle sliding back and forth through my entire body. The creature is essentially masturbating with my guts at the same time that it uses my pussy - I don’t care whether it’s aiming to breed me or not, because either way it feels good enough to make me shudder with my first orgasm of the day, pleading whines and drawn-out whimpers barely audible around the arm gagging me.

It keeps going like that for a while. I feel like every single nerve in my body is aflame, unused to being used so thoroughly, so completely - but loving it at the same time, absolutely loving it. I cum even harder when I feel the unnatural, deep sensation of the tentacle forcing its way through my cervix and into my womb, hitting the top over and over; the physical feeling combined with the knowledge that it probably intends to breed me tips me right over the edge again, my skin drenched in sweat and my entire body tense like a coiled spring.

Eventually, I notice the tentacle monster’s thrusts becoming jerkier, more erratic, and the tentacle itself is pulsing, as though with a racing heartbeat. I’m confused for only a moment before I realize that it’s probably going to cum soon. A thrill goes through my chest, and I’m tempted to beg, I want to beg, I want to beg it so badly to give me its cum - but the only thing I can to is try, and fail, to moan with pathetic, desperate need.

I don’t need to beg, though.

The tentacle suddenly shoves itself forward, more forceful than it’s ever been before, and I feel a large section of it coil up in my womb, stretching my walls outward. An instant later, a much stronger pulse goes through the thing, and I feel it flooding my uterus with hot seed, my belly almost immediately starting to bloat and hang heavier with the evidence of the tentacles’ attempted breeding. Successful breeding, I realize instinctively, somewhere in the back of my head - without even needing to think about it, I know that this thing just knocked me up, even though I don’t know what its babies look like or how long they’ll take to grow. My eyes flutter shut as I go limp with pleasure, shivering in ecstasy as I pass out from sheer exhaustion while my midsection continues to swell…