Did Anyone Play Those Kissing Games On Girls Go Games, Where You Were Kissing A Boy And Had To Hide It

Did anyone play those kissing games on Girls Go Games, where you were kissing a boy and had to hide it from your dad or boss?

Well I just played an orgasm game hehe. Someone leaves the room and I grab my vibrator from its' hiding spot, and quickly bring myself to orgasm, hiding it away before they could walk back into the room and spot me.

Not quite the desk job she thought it was going to be but I don't think Robyn's really complaining about it either. ;P

fill for an @imagineyourepregnant request tags/kinks: nb!reader/gender not specified, pregnant!reader, breeding, rapid pregnancy, pregnant kink

Imagine going out drinking and the drink gets spiked with fertility and milk producing drugs. You end up getting bent over the bar top and get taken right there by all the guys there. That seems to be the end of it until your breasts start swelling with milk and lactating. Next thing you know two men are breastfeeding off you and your belly is rapidly growing way beyond 9 months with triplets.

You just wanted to go out for a drink or two-- maybe possibly meet someone fun and hook up in the bathroom or at his apartment if he seemed nice enough. You didn't think that when you left the house on that random Friday night that you'd be in such a predicament.

But you'd met such a gorgeous man at the bar and he was incredibly affable and offered to buy you a drink. One drink turned into two, and then into five, and the bartender must've mixed the drink with the wrong proportions because one of those drinks didn't taste like the others. It didn't matter too much, though, because it was yummy and you liked the buzz it gave you.

When your mystery man kissed you, you didn't turn away and welcomed him into that passionate kiss. The way his grabby hands squeezed at your chest made a soft, needy whimper fall from your lips and before you knew it you were begging for more. But he didn't take you back to his apartment-- hell, he didn't even take you into a back room or bathroom. Instead, he was bending you over the bar and exposing your sex for practically the whole bar to see before very suddenly impaling you with his incredibly large cock.

The way he filled you up, the thick girth of his member pushing at your inner walls-- it barely even occurred to you that he was fucking you very publicly. It all felt so good that the embarrassment was a future-you's problem. Right now you just let out a loud, erotic moan and begged for more. You felt head of his cock punching the entrance of your womb over and over, and there wasn't a feeling quite like this. You felt like you were in a euphoric trance.

When he hit his climax, you felt thick and heavy ropes of come shooting into you and filing you up. There was so much inside of you that you actually felt bloated. In your brain fog you were turned over onto your back and you felt a large hand palming at your stomach, feeling the slight curvature he'd created from his spend inside of you.

Before you could even gather your thoughts and address what had happened, you felt another cock-- this one even bigger-- enter you. The sudden intrusion made you yelp out and squeeze around the girth. "F-fuck-- yes!" you all but screamed, reaching up with your hand to squeeze at your chest. Your nipples were especially erect and you must've been incredibly aroused because even your otherwise modest tits felt bigger somehow.

This man was even rougher and when he came, he came buckets. You peered down at your tummy and you swore you looked like you were actually carrying his baby. It was tantalizing and you wanted more. You could be the bar's cute little cumslut for the night and take everybody's load if it meant you got to feel this good all night. After one man had had his turn with you, they came around to the other side of the bar you were lying on and they massaged your tits while someone else fucked their load into you. You'd come so many times by the time half of the bar had been serviced-- you'd lost count and there was a sizable mess between your legs.

After coming around the twelfth or fifteenth time that night, all of the energy you had had been effectively fucked out of you and you had passed out wearing the most blissed-out expression. When you next woke up, the first thing you noticed was a tingling, almost prickling sensation in your tits-- right at the nipples.

When you blearily opened your eyes, two of your lovers from the your sex-filled night had their mouths latched onto each of your now-massive tits, their lips wet with a thin, milky-white substance. They each had a hand on your large dome of a belly, rubbing loving circles into the taut flesh to calm the apparently many lives within.

You looked over at a wall mirror to see your reflection and you looked like a vision of fertility. You looked around the bar and saw many smug, proud faces-- many men that were touching themselves just at the mere sight of you and some waiting for their turn at your breasts.

"What do you think? Maybe three? Four..?" One man said to another as they looked your form over with hungry eyes.

You cautiously placed a hand on the widest part of your belly and whined softly; it was like your belly was one large erogenous zone. You looked well overdue with at least triplets-- and that was a modest estimate.

"Dunno," another man answered, placing his hand next to yours on your belly. Everyone could see the vague shapes within kicking around inside.

You let out a whimper as you felt a pressure gripping your stomach, your fingertips digging into the tight flesh of your womb. Your belly surged a bit bigger with a growth spurt and very suddenly, liters and liters of fluid gushed out from between your legs.

"Well," the first man who'd spoken laughed, "Looks like we're gonna find out really soon..!"

Nsfk prompt... think you could do anything involving a one bar prison if ur up for it?

CW: ⚠explicit⚠, noncon, nonconsensual and purposely unsafe bdsm, dehumanization, humiliation

“Stay.”

The word was hardly more than a snarl at Whumpee’s face. Every and any hint of good humor in Whumper’s eyes had died out, which was far worse than the mockery from him that Whumpee usually despised.

They failed to swallow around the lump in their throat.

“S-Sir—”

“Don’t you dare beg.”

Whumper spanked them harshly, sending a jolt through their helpless nude body.

“You’re going to stay on your little tippy toes,” he said cruelly, “and fuck yourself good and hard on this like the bitch you know you are.”

Oh, Whumpee knew.

They shook, but the pole between their darkly bruised legs remained perfectly still. Panting softly at the unwanted penetration that was torturously arousing them, Whumpee looked straight ahead. A filthy pet like them, a thing, didn’t meet its owner’s eyes unprompted.

Whumper cupped their face sweetly before making their cheek throb with the impact of a hard slap. “Eyes on the mirror, stupid toy,” he instructed lowly. “Play with your body and let those cute little moans out.” Despite the anger in his voice, some of the well known mockery seeped through at that next bit. “You know how Sir likes it.”

He enjoyed the sight of his pet, standing there trapped in the middle of the room with no choice but to pleasure themselves for his amusement. The hoarse “Yes, Sir” from them made his skin tingle. It was really too bad Whumpee’s punishment didn’t involve Whumper fucking them himself.

That would have been too gracious.

Not without playfully smacking them again, admittedly just to see that delightful little bounce, Whumper left the room with a slam of the door, knowing it would make Whumpee flinch. They jumped and found themselves tearing up at the triumphant laughter outside. He was watching and judging their every move.

Whumpee loathed the fact that the glass served as a window to him but not them, they would have rather looked into his eyes than into their own. Wide and ready to let tears flow.

Their fear was a mere appetizer before the true feast began, before their forced pleasure would give Whumper the gratification he used them for. Whumpee hated and loved giving him what he wanted.

They swallowed harder this time and lowered themselves at a hesitant pace, hissing and back up on their toes faster than intended. It was laborious for Whumpee to move at all, difficulties induced by how full they felt, the merciless height of the pole. Whumpee’s breath hitched at the thought of it impaling them.

Whumper sighed and stretched lazily behind the glass. It would take the silly thing a while to warm up, but when they had, it would be a delight.

tags: @neutron-stars-blog @whump-time-babey @deluslon-exe @yet-another-heathen @tsoa-enthusiast @sillypizzazineoperator

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look at you, sitting so pretty on your throne. “Your Highness,” they say. “Prince of the realm,” they call you. but do you remember the words I was whispering just hours prior? “my pretty boy,” you’d heard, while gasping at the teeth that nipped at your collarbones. “the royal slut,” you’d told me, when I asked of your title, while you lay draped across that throne of yours. crown askew, hair messy, pressing your hips against mine in an effort to take me as deep as you could, looking absolutely debauched. if you don’t recall, that’s perfectly fine, but when you make eye contact with me, standing amongst the royal guards & I give you that look, you’re going to remember. and I shall watch, pleased, as you squirm in your seat