#; ovi

[hemipenal-system]

bioluminescent ovipositor 🤤

[rbynight]

in the mood to birth half a dozen eggs. i want to feel them weighing down my stomach, sliding down against my cervix, stretching it open ever-so-slowly, so the constant contact is driving me crazy. i want to feel myself open up from the inside so they can escape. i want them to force my cunt to gape wider than it ever has as they slip further along the way, and I want to feel the pressure as the first egg crowns against my entrance. i want my labia to pull tight around the fattest part of a smooth shell and make me wonder, for just a moment, if it’s going to be able to come out at all. i want the pressure release to be so intense that i cum as i finish birthing it — and then i want to do it five more times.

[honey-beezs]

Love the idea of a body adjusting to being stuffed with eggs as if it's a normal pregnancy

Like yeah, the back pain is to be expected with this big egg-filled bump in the way. Weird that my chest is suddenly feeling sore too tho

[peachplums]

Anyone else?

[thevampireladyambrosia]

Subject 013

Request via anon.

Pairing: Male!Slime x Female!Reader.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, oviposition, soft yandere, harassment, people go "missing", tentacles, general mindfuckery. I wrote this in the very early hours of the morning.

You couldn't help defending the poor slime.

It had recently been brought into the lab for experiments related to their unique biology. But when you saw the way the scientists and researchers talked to it, you had them fired and took on the case yourself, despite the ever-growing caseload you already had as a head scientist. So that's what led to you watching this slime.

It was a blue gelatinous thing. It seemed unable to speak or take a humanoid appearance. You had already marked it as one of the ones that didn't possess near-human or human intelligence. It didn't seem particularly strong either, so you wondered how it survived out there. Still, you spoke softly to it, told it what you were going to do next in experiments, and just showed it basic decency.

One day you came into the lab in tears. You had been harassed by a group of men on the street. You ended up venting to the slime, strangely enough. It was a surprisingly good listener. Despite the fact it had shown no sign of any understanding, it let out a soft noise. It was oddly comforting. You never saw the men again. You wondered if they had moved to another street to taunt women.

So you continued your research. The slime wasn't the only subject you had. So you tried to divide equal attention to all cases. You have felt really paranoid lately. You couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone was watching you.

You don't realize you had sealed your fate months ago.

Days blur into weeks. The cycle grows rather comforting. As a human there's a certain discomfort that typically comes with change. So the repetitive days are soothing. You do the same tasks, with some minor deviations, daily. You work with the same subjects. You do the same paperwork. So why couldn't you shake the growing unease?

It was a normal Monday evening when the alarms started to go off, signaling an escape. The robotic voice let you know there wasn't one, but eleven escapees. You went to run in that direction. Only to slip on… Slime? Before you can faceplant, something tentacle-like wraps around your wrist.

You turn fast. The blue slime you had been studying? It's in a human form behind you. The only difference is it has tentacle-like appendages instead of limbs.

“You possess the ability to mimic humans?” You immediately ask. You had studied this slime for months. There had been no sign of anything like this. To your shock, it actually responds.

“I possess a lot more than that.” The creature’s mouth doesn't move. It's like the voice comes from its very being. It's a rather deep voice. Almost soothing. Except your nerves are on fire, and everything is screaming at you to run or do something to help stop the subjects from escaping.

“I need to go help capture the escaped subjects.” You say. To be honest? You didn't really want to. You got this job to help the monsters. Yet, it hurts you to keep them locked up. Especially since they get captured against their will. But you also needed this job. It was the only thing that kept you alive. It paid your rent, bills, and for your food. The slime knows this.

“I don't think you actually want to do that.” It says, tightening its grip on your wrist. Before you can process, or say more, you're being pulled away. Out of sight of the cameras. Into a bathroom in the back. You don't fight or kick or anything. Even when its tentacles start to grope your tits.

“I've waited too long for this.” The slime confesses. “Far too long.” You're surprised but you don't protest, even when the slime pulls off your lab coat and melts through the fabric off your clothes. Another thing to add to the list of things you didn't know it could do.

“This is okay, yes?” It asks as it continues to grope your tits and massages your clit with tentacles. It wouldn't stop anyways. But you don't know that.

“It's okay.” You confirm. You feel so warm. So dizzy with arousal. The tentacle rubbing your clit speeds up. Your legs feel like jelly. A tentacle around your waist quickly supports you. Another tentacle penetrates you. You feel a knot tighten as you throw your head back in a moan.

“Such a pretty thing.” The slime coos. “Can you come for me?” It sounds almost condescending, yet you nod. It seems happy that you said this.

And come you do. In fact, you squirt. It's humiliating how your whole body forces out every drop of liquid. But you're too lost in pleasure to care. It feels like the Earth has stopped spinning and there's only you and the slime.

You're snapped back to reality when the first egg presses against your cervix. It hurts when it forces it open and pops in. You go to scream but the slime stops you, cooing and shushing. Another pops in. Then another.

By the time you're released you're heavily distended with eggs and cum. The slime soothes you and helps you fix your clothes. You are then whisked away from the lab.

Now that the slime has you, it intends to keep you forever.

[ovipositivly-auggie]

imagine exploring at night, it's hard to see and you're tired. you stumble into a cave and get caught by tentacles, some kind of creature, but before you can try to fight back it strips you and spreads your legs. it fills you with eggs until you're so full any bit of pressure makes you feel like you're going to burst,, too full to move or try to run you just sit there,, rubbing your full stomach

[amielot]

Caviar! LINK

a continuation of sorts from this post.

specifically inspired by the subtleness of the sea by @moorishflower

part of the wine dark sea series

[rbynight]

concept: slime monster girlfriend whose cum solidifies into eggs

she thrusts roughly into you, panting and desperate, and pumps you full of cum, enough to make you look impossibly pregnant. her thick cock floods you with a jelly substance that is thick enough to stretch you open. you can feel it sitting solidly in your inflated stomach. but when your girlfriend pulls out, the jelly quickly melts away into individual eggs, each one an inch in diameter. but the small size doesn’t help when there’s hundreds of them rolling inside you. they pour out of you, two or three or more at a time, dropping from your leaking hole and spreading you apart and pressing so, so tightly inside your stretched-out stomach, and naturally you get looser as you give birth to more, which only means the eggs come out faster and faster.

you bite down on your girlfriend’s hand.

[peachplums]

"My daughter is fine!" Your son wants to be pumped full of eggs against his will

[ftmtum]

eggpreg that tricks your body into thinking you're pregnant, and then another side effect of these particular eggs is they make you gain a ton of weight. like at least double what a typical pregnancy would, not counting the weight of the eggs themselves. and the gestation period also being much longer than a typical pregnancy. so by the time you're at 36 weeks you've been waddling around in too-small shirts for 6 months, youve got swollen tits engorged with milk for eggs that won't need it, you've gained about a hundred pounds so far, AND you're not even halfway done

[ovipositivly-auggie]

you start to love the creature that captured you and love the feeling of being filled with it's eggs, to the point that you beg for more everytime you lay because you can't stand the feeling of being empty

[bigbarabelly]

Egg

[the-black-manor]

A monster with a huge, heavy belly full of glowing eggs so bright that it can be seen through his skin. With an erect, dripping ovipositor, ready to find someone, anyone, to lay his overdue eggs in.

[monster-slxt]

A tentacle enters your mouth, snakes its way through your whole body, exiting your ass, and slides into your pussy eventually entering your womb. Once inside it starts to implant its eggs inside you. You feel each one slide through your whole body as they enter your womb.

Every time it felt like the tentacle could not possibly go any further, it somehow managed it. You didn't believe it could go any deeper when it forced its way down your throat, bulging your neck around its girth. You also didn't think it could go further as it coiled around inside your stomach, the feeling completely alien. Then again, you couldnt believe it as it snaked down through your intestines. You were sure it had to be over as the tentacle pushed out from your ass and started thrusting as best it could, using your entire body to get itself off.

The whole process of opening you up took hours. Slowly fucking deeper and deeper into parts of you that should not be touched until you're too out of it to notice as the tentacle starts rubbing your dripping cunt.

You do notice, however, as it plunges deep into your dripping hole- the whole length surging forwards to occupy the newfound space. All you can do is moan, the sound nearly completely muffled around the invsiding tentacle.

But the tentacle has not reached its final destination, so it presses forwards until it finds that final ring of muscles. It finds your cervix easily enough and dutifully starts pressing forwards, opening it up slowly. Pleasure and pain have long since combined in your fucked out state, and the feeling of it finally pushing into your womb is more than enough to push you to your nth orgasum.

Now the real fun can begin.

Maybe the feeling of something being forced through your mouth is enough to bring some sense back to you. Maybe you start panicking as a mercifully soft bulge is forced down the tentacle and therefore, down your throat.

Or maybe you're too far gone, and all you can do is moan as you're stretched even further.

Either way, it's far too late to stop the process. You just have to sit there and take it as each egg is forced through your entire body, stretching every part of you open before finally, finally being deposited in your womb.

The eggs come fast, one right after another. By the time the first egg has been laid inside you, you can feel the bulges through your entire body and the tentacle shows no sign of stopping any time soon. Who knows how big you'll be when it's finished stuffing it's entire brood into you?

[hemipenal-system]

dragon who tells you you'll look so pretty all stuffed full of her eggs

it doesn't work that way, but you don't know that, and every time she leans into your ear and describes how it'll feel to take and incubate her eggs and then lay them with her help, your fear of doing that makes you so deliciously tight...

[casadoresdean]

I love this team so much… 🥺😭