Not To Be Incredibly Vulgar And Nasty Or Anything, But Id Like To Close My Eyes And Rest My Head In Somebodys

Not to be incredibly vulgar and nasty or anything, but I’d like to close my eyes and rest my head in somebody’s lap while they run their fingers through my hair

hope you think of me when you cum

Genuinely would love nothing more than to just curl up next to someone with a big stomach and just feel all the extra fat just squish between us as I try to snuggle closer despite their rotund figure.

a really key part of any healthy relationships is nonsexual biting. it’s really important to just bite each other sometimes. it will keep your relationship alive biting is the stuff love is made of

A ginormous monster girl depositing her eggs into her human boyfriend to help relieve the pressure and buildup inside of her

You've always thought you were the perfect boyfriend, bending to just about every whim of your monstrous partner. But this?

With an obtrusive ovipositor shoved so deeply into your ass you were sure you could taste it, and the knowledge that you'd be carrying her spawn for nearly a year after this? It didn't exactly inspire confidence in your chivalric actions. Though when you were met with the warm gale of her exhale on your bare back and the small whimper that passed her lips, you swallowed up your pride and some amount of survival instinct before signaling her it was okay to begin. Almost immediately you felt an object fighting at the tight ring of your already stretched asshole. The ovipositor inside you squirmed and tensed before you felt it expand, allowing the egg enough space to pass through and settle in you. This ordeal brought a cry to your lips and you were almost sure you'd be torn in half. The egg felt massive in your ass, and you'd wager it was around the size of a soccer ball. Though you had little time to think before you felt the ovipositor pull and push back into your overstretched hole, nudging the first egg further into you and promising more to come.

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Wheezing, whimpering and whining. Stuffed, bloated, swollen. She'd finished depositing her clutch in you and now sat across from you, looking over your now misshapen form. You stomach was easily the biggest thing about you. A canvas of varying bulges across the taut skin that had expanded so much you could've easily been mistaken for swallowing two full yoga balls. Your legs were forced to spread in a straddle position in order to accommodate the girth of your stomach and all the eggs that were fighting for room inside. You couldn't reach the front of your stomach, but you did feel the gentle finger of your partner caress it for you. The chilled slime she excreted left a tingling sensation on your skin. But it wasn't as though you could protest, much less move to get her to stop.

Who knew though? Maybe you'd grow to love it like the eggslut you were.

reblog if you either want to be absurdly pregnant or get someone absurdly pregnant