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Ty for the monster writing on your blogqqq

Omgggggg your welcome!

I've been meaning to get more monster posts out, but I've just been hella busy. I wish life was more considerate and gave me more time to write about monster cock and breeding. If y'all got aby thoughts, lemme know! I'd love to hear them. <3

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Kowaremono: Risa Plus the Animation.

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Kowaremono: Risa Plus the Animation.

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Kowaremono: Risa Plus the Animation.

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Kowaremono: Risa Plus the Animation.

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At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

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Your father finds you with your legs around the stable boy and turns you out. Alone in the woods, you do what you can, but you’re soon weak with hunger and cold.

When an enormous grizzly bear comes out of the woods, you faint from fear.

You wake to strong arms carrying you. A huge naked man brings you to a cabin. When you wake again, there is food on the table, fire in the hearth, and a grizzly on the front step.

it doesn’t take you long to learn that your savior is cursed the be a bear, with only an hour a day as a man. He uses that hour to talk to you, cook you food, teach you to survive in the woods. When the snow falls, the bear curls beside you to keep you warm all night.

You thank him for his kindness the only way you know how. He doesn’t need a human mouth or human hands to bring you pleasure, and you soon spend every night draped across the bed as he mounts your slim form.

When spring planting comes, your belly is full with the evidence of your activities. His cubs grow with the crops. By early summer, you’re too weighed down with your litter to work. He doesn’t care. He can’t wait to meet his children.

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all i want

🎀😭

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computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.

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source

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My alien boyfriend can’t resist just how warm my cunt is. So soft and plushy, he can barely stay composed when he fucks me… Recently, his body has begun his species’ ovulation period, and he has decided that my soft mammalian body would be a perfect place to lay his eggs.

I can feel his phallus pressing against slowly relenting cervix, a thick protrusion coming down his length and pressing against my entrance. I cry out as the semi-hard egg forces my cervix open too fast for its liking and pops comfortably into my plushy, warm womb. Then, another follows, keeping my cervix from returning to its comfort. Three, then four, then a fifth pop into my womb. I look at my belly beginning to bulge from his eggs inside of me. He’s still not done laying; a sixth pops in, followed by seven, eight and nine. I whine and cling to him while my womb stretches with his young. It begins to hurt as my belly stretches to a degree it’s never had to before, making me feel tight and bloated. He still isn’t finished. For what seemed like an eternity eggs popped their way into my belly, each one stretching it bigger and bigger, until I looked heavily pregnant. I was still expecting more eggs to continue holding my poor aching cervix open, but instead I felt my lover thrust deeper into me and a cool liquid washing over the expanse of my nearly bursting womb. He was inseminating me. I was under the impression that the eggs wouldn’t fully develop, that they would just stretch me for kink purposes. How wrong I was… my already painful, bloated, tiny little human body was going to be bursting with nearly twenty alien babies soon enough…

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bouncing or squishing? 🤍

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Mommy…