#slime kink

[peachplums]

Anyone else?

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Cute boy with “I’m getting fucked by a slime and nobody knows it” written on his shirt. Except he’s moaning and trembling. Barely keeping it together while his pants are completely soaked through and slick sounds of a slime fucking his hole can clearly be heard

[pregmothy]

If you’re a slime puppy does that mean that your body is translucent? If someone were to cum inside you would everyone see? Would you grow slime eggs in your little slime puppy womb and have to walk around with everyone seeing your eggs jostling around inside you?

Horniness aside, that was a super cute doggo oc you drew a while back. You should draw more often you have a cute style :3

lol yes (^///^) nothing is hidden when puppy's womb is full ❤

[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.

[rosesundae]

Slime that feels so cold as it slithers inside, yet it pulses like a heartbeat. It throbs inhumanly, stretching your body inconsistently but always manages to hit the sweet spots. Its strange pulses make each thrust that much better.

It ends up an endless cycle of quivering muscles, overworked by orgasm, that keep sucking it further inside. The gelatinous nature makes it impossible to get out.

Seems you’ll need to deal with being its new nest

[saltyfoxes-art]

Intersex vaporeon, he has gynecosmastia and is a cisgender man. He does not feel dysphoria about his breasts and embraces them, he is much more occupied with swimming around and finding shells.

HE/HIM

[seradae]

A googirl kept offering you drinks, both of you knowing that her slime was intoxicating you in a way you'd never experienced before. It didn't take long before you were sprawled out on the bed, her tendrils in all of your holes while you attempted to beg for her to make you cum again. You're hers, inside and out.

[simsimsalaboom]

In her older years, Doc doesn't get the chance to make some friends as often as she used to, so when Eileen and her hit it off, she might as well take her to her favorite hang out spot: the local slime caverns where she loves to relax and let her and her pal become slime hives!

Simmission for ADoomedSpaceMarine

[peachplums]

Something something i like slimegirls. Gonna call her Rain

[pregmothy]

You’re a slime puppy so stuffed with eggs that need to be laid. You see a cute sleeping bunny boy before you and know their going to be a perfect little incubator

Oh, and how perfect he looks, striding along all fluffy and confident. I can’t let such a perfect opportunity fall by the wayside, so I set some sugar out to catch my flies. Whining a hypnotizing, pitiful whine, I attract the attention of those nice big ears that are so fun to pull on. When he finds me, all he sees is this weird, sad, strange-looking pup crouched with an engorged stomach. It's obvious that I’m pregnant, and since I'm whining so desperately, he has no choice but to rush to my side.

From there, I’m all over him, pawing, whining, moaning so sweetly that I’m practically on top of him with how I’m clinging to his frame. He’s a little startled by the behavior, but he can’t just leave a huge pregnant pup alone, especially with how I’m practically grinding onto him. Despite the bun’s best efforts, the moans and pathetic whimpers are getting to those sensitive ears of his. It only gets worse when I start making somewhat coherent sentences, complimenting him on his body. “Such soft hair~” “Such pretty eyes, do you like what you see? ~” “hips – so wide and soft. Just perfect ~” The praise is getting to him, and he tries, and fails, to not get too incredibly aroused.

With my weight on top of him, it’s not long before I topple us both over, and I’m straddling his hips. From that angle, he can get a closer look at my stomach and see what looks like… eggs? Not to mention the translucent body, it’s blatantly obvious that I’m no normal puppy at this point, and he’s fallen right into my clutches. I keep grinding and moving on him, whimpering as I lap at his face for kisses. At some point, my lower half practically melts to where his pelvis and thighs are encased in my slime, trapping him within me. Using my slimy body, I put physical pressure on his crotch, rubbing and teasing his sweet little pussy through his shorts. As he moans at the feeling, I take advantage and kiss him, manipulating my tongue into some long tendril, filling his mouth with it. He tries to grab hold of me, but his hands just slip into my body, providing no purchase.

Using my slime body again, I pull his shorts off completely and start playing with his cunt. Teasing at the lips and putting sweet torturous pressure on his dick, I drink up his pleasured little moans. Soon, I grow impatient, these eggs need to be laid, after all, and start filling him with my slime, stretching his gummy walls and prodding at his cervix until I slip into his aching womb. I melt more onto his body, looking more like some slimy mass than a puppy, and use my slime to tease and suck at his tender little nipples. Really, my slime is so useful 😊. Meanwhile, my tongue has now slipped down his throat, using the slight lack of oxygen to enhance the wet pleasure my body provides. He's so pretty like this, crying and cumming in and around me. I shift to lap at his tears, wanting to absorb more of his fluids.

To test his capacity, I flood his womb with slime, making his stomach bulge as large as mine before draining back out. After a while, I finally move the eggs inside of me to his entrance. They’re a little large and get caught on his rim, but after some force, they push inside one by one, each one causing him to flinch and twitch. He’s gurgling and groaning around my tongue with the stretch. I’m just purring into his mouth at how well he’s taking my eggs. So pliant after a bit of teasing, the perfect incubator. As a reward as well as a distraction from the increasing stretch, I put more stimulation on his dick, making him moan louder. Slowly but surely, our sizes change. My body has slimmed down, but his frame has expanded significantly. His stomach now swollen with my eggs, I remove my tongue from his throat, leaving him gasping and panting as I force him to come once more before gently lowering him to lay flat on the ground. I slip his shorts back onto him as far as they’ll go and slip from his hole. Removing myself from him, I stand and take a look at my work. The poor bunny lays there, covered in sweat and slick, teetering on consciousness. His stomach is filled with my eggs, weighing him down, and his clothes no longer fit right, unable to accommodate his new litter. Satisfied, I sneak away, continuing my life as normal until more eggs develop, and I need to find the next willing boy.

Edit - I just realized this said sleeping, sorry

[strayshornystuff]

An encounter with… slime?

(Warning: this short story is a fetish story, that makes use of transformation and other, strange kinks that idk if they’re named. You have been warned!!)

I got to the door, breathless, ready to have a go at whatever kid had been ding-dong-ditching me for the past hour. But to my surprise, there was a delivery driver, with a small, unmarked cardboard box in his hands. He looked at me funnily until I caught my breath, but once I’d explained, and he’d had a small laugh, package was signed, driver thanked, and box placed on the nearest bench I could find. Which happened to be my coffee table in the living area (hardly a room; a mix of the kitchen, the living room, and the entryway). I plop down, taking my first, proper look at the parcel. The only problem is, the only label on it being my address, no sender, no logo, not even my name as the receiver of the parcel. ‘Oh well,’ I think out loud, sharing with the ghost of the room, ‘if I open it, maybe I can figure out who sent it? Or maybe see if it was a mistake?’

Obviously, no response sounds. I had more than once gone about screaming in the room, talking about my latest break up, or just ranting about something ridiculous, in my thinking out loud process, so part of me was glad there wasn’t actually any ghosts that could hear me. But nonetheless, I grabbed the shears from the kitchen and precisely slid the blade through the tape, allowing the box to present what it had been holding… a… erm… ‘what is this?’ I caught myself muttering. There was what looked to be a corked vial with a silvery block of… something…inside. Reaching for the vial, feeling the cool glass quickly warming at my touch, something strange happened. The solid block inside the vial had become liquid, and was moving around inside the glass, leaving nothing behind on the surface.

‘Oh, it’s gallium!’ I realised. My friend who majored in chemistry had pulled a trick on me one night, asking if I could hold a rare coin for him. Fuck, the stress I felt seeing it melt in my hands… clever bastard, nonetheless. Seeing as it was harmless, I immediately uncorked the vial, and poured it out onto my hand.

It wasn’t gallium.

The moment it had touched my hand, I could tell that something was wrong. First, it felt quite heavy, like slime, or honey, but it wasn’t sticky. Second, it instantly started expanding, spreading, coating my hand in a thick layer of whatever it was, and started sliding up my arm. Clawing at the substance with my spare hand, I felt most of it slip right through the gaps between my fingers, before the slime started to move along that arm too, creeping under my clothes. The goo was fast, alive, and… warm, and… soothing. I could feel my muscles relaxing, a pleasant sensation prickling the skin where it touched, as it started to crawl onto my shoulders, connecting across my back, pulling over my… ‘ooooouuuuhhhhh~’ I hear myself moan as the slime found my chest, and the pleasure it had been providing me was now coupled with making my skin so much… more fucking… sensitive…

The silvery menace wasn’t done with me yet. The creature started to embrace the lower half of me, creeping down along my tummy. ‘Oh~!’ Gently sliding over my thighs… ‘Mmmm~’ Creeping over my soles… ‘G-hhaaa…’ And as if it had been saving it for last, swiftly closing the gap it had left along my legs, and coiling into a long, tentacle-like appendage, wriggling slightly, hovering just above my… Fuck. ‘Oooaaahhhh~~!’ I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as the slime stuck itself inside of me, and started to move around, in and out, twisting inside of me, gently seeking its way deeper inside…

I couldn't help but lay there, whining and squeaking as the slime kept slowly thrusting in, and out, of me, making everything it touched more sensitive, pleasuring me more and more, and occasionally, it would throb slightly, the pulse gently expanding my hole, moving inside of me, and adding to the growing, writhing, sensual party the slime was having in my tummy. My legs and arms would have been squeezed together, flexing, in a reflexive attempt to take a break from the pleasure. That is, if it weren't for the fact that the slime would resist any movement of my own will, and even gently kept forcing my legs to open, my arms to lock above my head, forcing me to present myself to the empty room.

My whole body was now coated with the slippery, firmly attached goo, except for my head. But the slime must have wanted me to be completely submissive, because not even 5 seconds after the monster, creature, whatever it was had penetrated me, I felt it creeping over my head, and another tentacle gently slid into my open, moaning throat. The slime’s ability to heighten my senses in some must have dulled it in others, because my gag reflex was gone, and the tentacle slid further in, feeling places inside me I had never felt before. The ultimate deepthroat experience, being fucked at my other end by the same slime, a gooey spit roast that I was powerless to stop. The goo that had crawled over my mouth had one final area to cover, and with my mouth and nose sealed off, it slowly crept over my eyes, absorbing the tears it had fucked out of me already, and I watched as the last glimmer of light closed off, leaving me in darkness with nothing but pleasure to hold on to. I lay there, in the darkness, cumming over and over, feeling the slime on every outside part of me, and most of my insides too. Despite the slime filling my throat and lungs, I never felt like I was suffocating, nor hungry, nor thirsty. I lost track of time, with my limbs helpless to do anything against the slime, unable to feel anything but it continuing to fuck me, filling me more and more, my tummy expanding slightly to try and accommodate, my gut flexing with every orgasm, my brain slowly forgetting anything but this feeling.....

After some, indescribable amount of time, however, something changed. I saw light. I woke up slowly, surprised I had even fallen asleep with how badly I was cumming, and looked around. I was in the same clothes I hand been when the whole ordeal had started, the box and vial were in the spots where they had been forgotten, but something was different. A thin, layer of dust lay on top of them, and everything else, as I would quickly notice. How long had I been under the spell of that creature? Conveniently, my phone buzzed, reminding me of the existence of the world beyond my room’s walls, and sure enough, when I checked, I had about 8 missed calls, mostly from my job. The date was three days further ahead than it should have been. That slime had made the days worthwhile though, that couldn’t be denied… shit, where is it? I look about, unable to locate it initially, until I see a shine out of the corner of my eye. I look down at my wrist, and sure enough, there was a small silver band that looked like a tattoo, stuck to my skin. I rubbed it gently, and sure enough, it latched gently for a moment, but let my hand go when I pulled back slightly. That’s when I heard it in my head. ‘I mean, I guess I had fun…’ ‘When can we again? So soon? I don’t know…’ ‘Well that’s all well and good, but I don’t fully know who you are yet!’ And so, began an interesting relationship, with a parasitic slime that had technically raped me, apologised, and was now being respectful… I had died in a house fire in the building a few years before this weirdo moved in, and had heard them rant about some strange things, like ‘Light contraction’ and ‘Respect being all out of whack.’ But I had just borne witness to them getting swallowed by a tiny piece of slime that wasn’t so tiny, lie there making lewd sounds for three days, and suddenly get up and start talking to their wrist. Fuck this ghost shit, I’m out of here…

If you’ve gotten this far, you probably read all that! If you liked it, I’m glad! If there was something I could have done better though, please let me know, I’m trying to improve my creative writing. Sorry for the weird kinks, except not bc we don’t kinkshame, and see y’all next time.

[everybodymakesmehorny]

u better be careful when walking through the forrest, its easy to be fooled by forrest slimes

make sure u dont leave the path and dont squat down to pick up pretty rocks or crystals - a slime could easily take the opportunity to jump under your panties and slide its way inside your tight little cunt. It would be incredibly easy for it to make your ripe little womb its new home, and once a slime finds a home, it never leaves

after settling in your precious hole, the slime will start reproducing, multiplying itself into numerous other slimes, you wont feel a thing for the first few weeks though, as newborn slimes are not big enough to be detected, but you will soon feel bloated as the creatures absorb fat and nutrients from any food u consume - it is because of this that only a month after being chosen as a host ur appetite will have most likely tripled in size!

soon enough ur womb will start expanding from the growing babies and it will resemble a normal human pregnancy, the mayor reason why slime take overs are so rarely diagnosticated, but really by this point it would be too late for a doctor to do anything about it

Slimes only take 3 months to come to full term, and depending on the amount of times the mother slime multiplied, u could be looking anywhere between from overdue with twins to overdue with sixtuplets, it is very recommended that u stay off ur feet and make sure to consume junk food constantly

once the slime babies are ready to be born, ur 'water' will burst and the babies will rush out of the body, so it is best for u to spend the last weeks of ur slime pregnancy completely pantie and trouser less, to be better prepared for when the exiting happens - it is very likely that after dozens and dozens of slimes rushing to empty u, ur womb and pussy my prolapse obscenely, if that is the case don't worry! ur mother slime will soon reach out and pull ur insides back in! after all, it is time for it to begin the cycle all over again!

if u find urself in this situation, remain calm and positive, becoming a slime brood incubator is a very rewarding experience, just keep stuffing ur face with junk food and let the cycle continue

let the cycle continue

[collabsfullfillment]

Top ten ways to immediately frazzle your BF, #1: becoming a gordo (same scenario as here!)

Min0rs/pr0ship/"SFW only" DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

[hush-writes-stuffing]

I’ve had this thought in my brain for years and I just wanted to share it with someone.

So idk if you know about the game Sli/me Rancher but there are these little slime guys of different types. And if you feed one of them the plort of a different slime they turn into a larger slime that’s both types.

I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to swallow one of the slimes. They’re slime so it wouldn’t be difficult to kind of drink one down. That by itself would be so filling and bloating.

But then follow that up with swallowing a plort, and the slime turns into a huge slime. Getting so heavy and full and swollen I’d be unable to do anything but whimper and moan in between burping trying to get relief from how achingly stuffed I am.

Hell yeah, anon. I am so glad that you shared this fantasy! I love hearing about what turns people on. ❤️ And I actually really like Sli/me Rancher!

Just imagine how suddenly your stomach would expand after you swallow that plort, and how big you'd get. Imagine feeling that slime squirm inside of your stomach. I wonder how long you'd be stuck like that?

So fucking hot.

Oooof, I have a feeling that this concept is going to get stuck in my brain for a while, and I am not at all displeased by this. 🥴

[squabbykitten]

Kitty 🐈‍⬛✨

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