I Cannot Stop Thinking About It. I Need To Be His Sleepy Little Spoon And I Need The Gradual Escalation

i cannot stop thinking about it. i need to be his sleepy little spoon and i need the gradual escalation of innocent shifting and bumping. i need him to be just a little too sensitive and eager and next thing i know hes taking in precious shaky little gasps and his bulge is achey and swollen against me. i wanna let him take my hips to needily rut against, n hear him whine. poor guy. eventually he cant take it and squirms out of his sweats and tugs down mine to get inside. angles me just right and slips himself in with a few shaky strokes. im wet for him n theres still a bit of a stretch, and he tries to let me adjust before he's rocking with little desperate thrusts

i signed up to be an incubator for dragons. it was good money! and hot! win-win for me and my human partner. they let him come to my breeding too, extra moral support as i stretch around the dragon's ovipositor. they're both telling me i'm doing so well, taking it so well. look at how you're already bulging, it's not so bad.

i'm squirming and grabbing for whoever i can reach as the first egg stretches me wider. my partner squeezes my hand, watching where the dragon grabs my hips - those bruises are still fading - and presses its swollen ovipositor against my soaked hole. i can't remember how many times i came, just praise from them both as the eggs force my body to make room.

my partner takes me home. takes care of me. i took three eggs, each nearly the size of baseballs and promising to grow. they said i'd be able to handle it, i'm a big guy, fat with wide hips.

the one thing i didn't expect is how sensitive i am now. as the eggs grow, stretching my womb centimeter at a time, i find my cunt drooling for more. my partner was hesitant at first, nervous to interfere with the whole process. but then i've got his dick buried in me, his hands on my hips, dwarfed by the dragon's marks. he drills into me desperately, and i'm a mess. i can feel the eggs click and shift against one another, so heavy. my partner is a mess, gasping about how my hips are getting wider - of course, how could he not notice? it drives him crazy. he cums, draining those pent-up, swollen balls into me, deep as he can manage.

when i woke up from a postcoital nap, tangled in his limbs, something feels... heavier. of course i'm used to the quiet stretch of the weight in my middle now, but the eggs grow slowly. right? i shift, and it tears a moan out of me- the eggs are bigger, heavier than they should be. i sit up, slowly, trying not to jostle my partner. suddenly it's like the eggs have outgrown my hips. i squirm, with all that weight pressing down it's only a matter of time before i'm wet again. i'm not sure if i can or should handle another load of human cum, not if it bloats up the eggs like this.

But of course! You're meant to, after all. You're a big guy, you can take it, you said so yourself. And a dragon can only mate with one that's meant to take the full egg. They're hungry little things, after all. Think of how delighted they're going to be, when you have eggs so big you can barely waddle! What wonderful dragons they're going to be! And, admit to yourself... you want to see how gravid you can get, don't you?

I NEED HIS TUMMYYYYYYYY

rubbing penises together in a tense and perilous situation. call that fraughttage

i think a rough lookin cowboy should hogtie me and laugh at how wet i get over it

inspired by this piece by @gammagroove