Me: Oh Cool I Got A New Follower, I Hope It Isnt A Porn Bot

Reblog if you have a pussy

#ftm

Mmm I can’t wait until my belly is huge and swollen with someone’s baby. Tell me how big you want my belly to be.

Shout out to subs:

- that need a lil extra hip support when they’re getting fucked.

- that press their inhaler into their dom’s hand before they swallow them down.

- that have aftercare plans including getting their blood glucose levels checked.

- who live with chronic pain but still beg to be slapped around.

- who wear headphones not for the deprevation but to prevent sensory overstimulation.

- who can’t be penetrated but still are a perfect toy.

Shout out to the subs who have altered care plans, modified scenes and who tell a punk ass dom to fuck off if they don’t wanna pay attention to their needs.

I love the idea of "accidentally" being rough. Like oh, I'm sorry baby, my hand slipped! I was tryna cradle your face, not slap it red. God- angel, the things you do to me- I can't help it, you're so tight, I can't slow down. Come closer; why are you crying? You're the one who's doing this to me. It's not my fault your pretty skin is so sensitive, baby, I didn't mean to scratch you that hard. I didn't mean to bite you that deep. You've gotta stop moving around so much, it's your fault that you're getting hurt! I was just going to grab your hips, I didn't mean to punch you. C'mere, doll, I'll kiss it better.

by Redd-66

i you'd be so pretty tied down begging me not to breed your boycunt, and even prettier when you start crying when I do

Please do this!

I’d be crying so hard, but I would be soaked. I might say no, but my body says please breed me

I need to be filled so bad

The thought of being used for medical experimentation turns me on

Strapped down and having all sorts of things done to my cunt and womb against my will.

Being implanted will as many embryos as possible to see how much a human can handle.

Or them refusing to let me give birth, sealing up my cervix just to see what happens.

Being implanted with non human embryos to see what types of births a human can handle.

Modifying my cunt to be stretchier or tighter to see the effects on birth.

Just being restrained in a lab, no longer a person, just a cunt and a womb for sick experiments.

Tell me what you want to do to me

Reblog if I can leave you a sexually uncomfortable message.

😋

The Farm VI

Read Part I here.

Read Part II here.

Read Part III here.

Read Part IV here.

Read Part V here.

It takes you and the farmer a while to get back to your stall. Everyone you pass wants to stop and coo over the pretty cow, showering both you and the farmer with compliments. Some of your bolder admirers even reach out to gently caress your cheeks and your tits.

You're unused to so much attention from strangers but you soak up all the praise like a sponge. Aside from keeping a close eye on you to make sure you're not feeling overwhelmed, the farmer stands patiently at your side and answers people's questions.

Yes, it's your first time competing.

Yes, it sure is impressive that you won the blue ribbon on your first go round.

No, you can't have a taste, are you crazy?

It's blissfully quiet as you step inside your stall, and you let out a relieved breath. All the compliments are lovely, but you're eager for some time alone with the farmer and Sable.

Only... where is Sable? You glance around the room although there's hardly anything in it to hide Sable's hulking form.

"I've had Sable taken to a separate stall," the farmer tells you, answering your unasked question. "Their event isn't til tomorrow. The last thing I need is him fucking you overnight til neither of you can stand."

That doesn't sound so bad to you. You hop up on the bench and watch as the farmer bustles around the room. He carefully places those hateful—wonderful—clamps back in the case.

A few minutes pass. You find yourself getting a little bored; you really had been hoping that Sable would be here. Even if he couldn't fuck you, maybe you could've just snuggled? And played with his big, thick cock a little?

Maybe sucked on it, taking it as far back down your throat as you could?

You wriggle slightly, eyes wide and vacant as the mental image disrupts your thoughts.

The farmer straightens up, closing their case with a loud snap. You startle at the sound, gaze jumping over to them.

"Alright, sweetheart, I've got a couple errands to run. I'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning?" Oh, no, that won't do at all. "You're leaving me here all by myself?"

The farmer sees your distressed expression and immediately comes over to soothe you. He cups your cheeks in big, strong hands and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You'll be just fine, honey, don't worry. I've asked for someone to bring in a trough so you can take a bath. Plus..." He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I've left you some toys to play with so you can keep yourself busy."

Your curiosity is piqued at that, you sneak a glance over his shoulder. One of the other cases the farmer had brought along is open wide, and you catch a glimpse of what appears to be your favourite bullcock dildo. And while it's certainly no substitute for Sable's dick, you're sure you can think of something to do with it.

You beam up at the farmer.

"That's what I thought," he chuckles. There's a soft knock at the door then, and the farmer pats your cheek before pulling away.

"Right on time," he says approvingly as two workers come in carrying an enormous trough. The water threatens to slosh over the sides with their movements, and you bounce on the balls of your feet as they approach.

"I don't want you staying up all night," the farmer says once the workers have left. You've already sunk into the trough, moooooing happily as you splash in the warm water. "You did a really good job this afternoon so you've earned some play time. But I want you in bed at a reasonable hour." He gives you a stern look over the top of his glasses.

"Is that understood?"

It's a reasonable request and you nod your agreement, even though you'd like nothing better than to spend the whole night bouncing on your dildo while you play with the other toys the farmer left you. Speaking of which...

Your eyes stray past the farmer to the open case; you're already itching to get started.

The farmer chuckles again, and you don't even have to ask before he's handing you the dildo.

"You're not even gonna notice I'm gone," he predicts.

He's right.

-0-0-0-

The trip to the venue is much the same as the previous day. True to your word to the farmer, you'd gotten an early night, going to bed with an egg vibrator buried deep in your pussy and only waking up a half-dozen times to sleepily strum your clit.

But all your play time seemed to have been for naught. As soon as the farmer had rubbed that sweet smelling oil into your skin and clamped your nipples, you'd swear that you hadn't cum in weeks.

Unlike the last time you entered the pen, now you seem to be the centre of attention. The admiring glances only serve to make you even needier, and you wish that someone would just come over and mount you while they tell you how pretty your tits are.

The farmer keeps anyone from coming too close.

"Wanna fuck," you whimper as the farmer escorts you to a small, sectioned off area to wait. Your hand sneaks down to your aching clit, but the farmer stops you by gently capturing your wrist.

"I know, sweetheart, but I just need you to be a little patient," he says. "We're not going last this time. You won't have to wait as long as yesterday."

Memories of the day before—not the wait, that you can barely recall—flood your mind and you can feel some of your wetness leaking down your thigh.

Fuck, you just need something to distract you from the throbbing between your legs and the ache of your neglected nipples. Incredibly, you can feel tears threatening and you turn to give the farmer a beseeching look.

"Please... p-p-please..."

"Alright, alright," he sighs, smiling warmly. He pats his knee. "C'mere."

You immediately do as you're told, allowing him to move you so that you're straddling his left leg. Big hands settle on your hips as he guides you to start humping his thigh. You whimper pitifully as you grind your clit against soft, worn denim.

"There, now," the farmer soothes. "Does that help?"

It doesn't, not really. Because the farmer won't let you pick up speed, won't let you grind down against his muscled thigh as hard as you need to. His pace is agonisingly slow, offering more of a tease than any real relief, and there's a glorious agony in your chest as your nipples throb with pent up milk.

"Excuse me," a voice says from what feels like very far away.

The farmer forces you to still, and a heartbroken little mooo escapes you even as you wriggle against his hold to keep things going. The only thing worse than the slow pace he'd started was not being allowed to move at all.

"Yes?" the farmer says. His tone is polite, even as he delivers a stinging slap to your ass that makes your pussy clench.

"The bull will be brought into the pen in the next few minutes. It's time to set up the cow."

"Did you hear that, sweetheart?" the farmer croons. "Sable's on their way. They're gonna take such good care of you."

You barely pay any attention as you're taken into the pen. Once again, stands have been set up around the pen, with spectators already seated. You hear a people whispering as you enter the vast space, but pay them no mind. There's a padded bench right in the middle of the pen, and the farmer guides you down onto your hands and knees, spreading your legs wide. You're panting now, arching your back in the hopes that someone—anyone—would just stuff you full of cock.

Blinking open heavy-lidded eyes, you meet the farmer's gaze. He's moved to stand in front of you, and in each hand he has what appears to be a suction cup. You lean forward; you'd liked those the time you'd used them with Bluebell and Milk Dud. Attached to each cup is a long, clear tube that leads to a couple of stainless steel milk tanks.

"These are to capture the milk you produce while Sable's fucking you," the farmer tells you. "They don't work quite the same as the ones we've got at home."

You don't know what that means, and you don't really care. The farmer reaches out to cup one of your heavy tits, quickly releasing the torturous clamp and fitting the cup. Ecstasy flares for one breathtaking moment before something new clamps down on your nipple.

"No, no, why?" you whine, even as he does it again to your other tit. The pleasure of the clamp releasing is almost enough to make you cum, but it's too brief to send you over the edge.

But before the farmer can answer or offer any assurances, you hear something that makes you gasp and your cunt clench.

Because a bull, clearly in desperate need, is bellowing from somewhere close by. You're barely aware of the farmer hurrying out of the pen. Even the combined agony of your clamped nipples and empty pussy fades into background noise as you scent the air, desperate for a whiff of the musk you know will be coming from the bull's pores.

The gate to the pen swings open after what feels like an eternity. You glance over your shoulder as Sable is led into the pen, the workers clearly nervous as they make sure to keep out of arm's reach. But Sable doesn't pay them any mind as those big brown eyes lock onto yours.

This time, Sable's roar of lust is enough to make the ground beneath you shake. The workers scurry out of the pen, shutting it hastily behind them as Sable stomps their way towards you. Their massive cock is already hard, swaying with each step they take. Your fantasy from last night resurfaces—of taking the entirety of that length down your throat—but you discard it almost immediately.

You turn back around, presenting your dripping cunt to your bull, pretty pink folds on full display.

Sable doesn't hesitate once they've reached you. Huge hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise and they shove their cock in to the hilt on the first thrust. And then, with almost perfect timing, the clamps on the suction cups release, sending pleasure rocketing through you once your nipples are finally free.

"Moooooooooooooooo! Mmmmmooooooooo!"

Your cunt spasms as your orgasm careens through your body. Thick milk is spurting from your tits, and the cups suck it all up like greedy mouths. Sable is fucking you mercilessly now, no buildup, pistoning their thick cock in and out of your soaked pussy. Their balls slap against your clit each time they bottom out, adding to the symphony of noises the two of you are making.

The wet sound of your pussy being fucked. Their rough grunts and groans as they snap their hips forward. Your ceaseless moooooooos filling the pen you cum around the throbbing cock inside you.

Sable's hands are hurting you now, a delicious counterpoint to the almost dizzying pleasure. Their ecstatic bellows seem to vibrate through you as they cum buried deep inside you, their flared tip kissing your cervix as they flood your womb with their thick seed.

You feel your eyes rolling back in your head as each spurt inside you fills you up. Impossibly, Sable doesn't let up. They fuck their cum deeper inside you, their pace relentless. One big hand reaches out to grab your hair, adding another bite of pain as they use their grip to pull your head back so you can meet their gaze.

Their wide brown eyes are glazed with lust and their skin glistens with sweat. All the while, they keep fucking you, painting your insides with their cum.

All the while, the suction cups at your tits keep collecting the milk that continues to flow.

In the tiny, breathless corner of your mind still capable of rational thought, you can't help but marvel at the beautiful symbiosis of it all. Sable cums inside you, flooding you with their seed. In turn, your tits swell up and produce milk. Milk that, once Sable drinks it, will make them virile and strong so they can fuck you again.

Sable cums again; helplessly, you fall over the edge with them.

You lose track of your orgasms; time loses meaning. Sable's hunger for you continues unabated. By now, your tummy is round from all the loads you've taken and the backs of your thighs are sticky from the trickles of cum that have escaped Sable's desperate attempts to plug you up.

Your arms are trembling beneath you now. You're not sure how much longer they'll be able to hold you up. Almost as though they could read your mind, Sable hooks one strong arm beneath your chest, using their hold to pull your back against their front. Through your blissed out state, you manage to find the farmer's gaze on the outside of the pen.

The pride in that warm stare gives you the strength you need to buck against Sable, bouncing back against them to meet their every thrust. You're distantly aware of the murmurs of shock coming from the spectators as the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of dripping cunt giving way to throbbing cock, fills the air.

"E-everything," you gasp. "I want... mooooooooooo... all y-your cum... inside... moooooooooooooooo!"

Your words seem to do to Sable what meeting the farmer's gaze did for you. Abruptly energised, Sable fucks up into you even harder, forcing themselves impossibly deeper as their cum continues to flood your insides. They're moving too fast, too hard, for you to do anything more than simply spread your legs wider and take it, every drop of their potent seed.

And then, after what seems like hours, you feel something change. Sable is breathing hard now, each gust of breath loud in your ears. Somehow, you know that this is what you've all been waiting for.

You won't be able to walk after this.

Without warning, Sable shoves you down onto your front. You're lying face down on the padded bench, your ass up as the dam in Sable seemingly breaks. Their entire body is wracked with shudders as they cum inside you, their hips flush with your ass as endless ropes of seed fill you up.

For long moment, there's a hushed silence around the pen, broken only by your hungry little mooos as Sable empties themselves inside you.

Finally, Sable's hips still. Their cock is still twitching inside you, releasing dribbles of cum into your cunt rather than the torrent of earlier. Exhaustion makes your eyelids heavy, and you feel sleep beginning to tug at you.

There's nothing left for you to do now, is there? Surely there'd be no harm in dozing off? Just for a few minutes?

Your eyes drift shut. And just before sleep pulls you under, you could swear you hear the sound of applause.

idk man… i SURE HOPE that no DEMONS come over AND FUCK ME TILL I PASS OUT. no siree! that would be of utmost inconvenience. i would hate it if a certain SEXY demon FUCKED MY BRAINS OUT while IM STANDING RIGHT HERE, LEGS SPREAD