BreederChapter 13 Once More Into The Ring Dear Breeder
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A fantasy story based on hentai tentacle fetish. This is purely a work of fiction, obviously.
It doesn't matter how it happened, or where, or when. All that matters, is that it did, and I can honestly say it's been a dream (and numerous fantasies) come true.
I've never known what I wanted to do with my life. Sure there's things I've been interested in and even tried to pursue through college education, but there was nothing I was ever REALLY good enough at. Through all the ups and downs, there was one thing I always thought I might be good enough at, and that was being a breeder. But not just any breeder, no. I had so many fantasies of being taken by some strange alien race, held down on a bed by tentacles and being bred repeatedly by these things.
The fantasies were so real too! I could see them in perfect detail every time I closed my eyes. Their long, soothing purple colored tentacles, always glistening with slickness, bobbing and swaying and stroking at me so lovingly. There was nothing about the fantasy that scared me, in fact, it was such a turn on that I'd be forced to change panties at least twice a day just from thinking about it. These creatures, whatever they were my imagination had seemingly come up with, were perfect and gentle and loving with me in my dreams. They took care of me in more than just sexual ways. As a pathetically single and lonely twenty-seven year old woman --who'd only ever had one boyfriend in her life and was nearly starving for physical contact from someone other than a friendly pat on the head or a parental hug of support-- the creatures were the greatest form of escape and release for me that I had ever known.
Then one day, it happened.
I was coming home from classes, minding my own business, when the truck came flying around the corner. I jumped back, hoping to get out of his way, but just before I had the chance, a warmth and blinding light surrounded me. I must have hit my head or blacked out because when I came to, I was alone in a room.
It was a nice enough room, no windows, but plenty of space, a bed and what looked like a hammock chair swing in the corner. The walls were painted a soft blue --my favorite color-- and the floor was warm beneath my feet. In fact, the entire room was pleasantly warm. Warm enough that I had to take my school sweatshirt off, leaving me in just my tank top and form fitting jeans. At a size 20, I wasn't by any means a twig of a girl. My hips were a bit wide, I had a tummy going on that I really hated and really was trying to work on getting rid of, and my 42DD breasts weren't perky but they were a nice handful to play with.
Time seemed to become irrelevant once I arrived because I honestly don't know how long I was alone in that room before a small door opened and a tray of food was slid in. A chocolate milkshake, French fries, and a couple slices of pizza. Well, whoever my captor was, they certainly knew the way to my heart.
"Eat, Sweetling, A calming voice said. What was weird though, was that I heard it inside my own head. There wasn't any source it came from. I was hungry, I hadn't had breakfast or lunch, so against my better judgement to take food from unseen strangers, I did just that.
My physical hunger satisfied, I moved to sit on the swing, swaying back and forth as I looked around my new surroundings. I felt warm from the inside out, a strange tingly feeling in the back of my head as my breathing became more shallow, more level, almost as if someone had put me into subspace. I let my eyes close, body relaxing into the swing as gentle humming filled my head. Drifting deeper, I was only vaguely aware when a collar was clipped around my neck, tight enough to make me moan deeply, but not tight enough to cut off air flow just yet.
I could feel my body being lifted from the swing and carried across the room, a slick warmth running over my breasts, soaking my tank top and teasing my nipples into hardness. I dropped my head back, exposing my throat, only to feel something seemingly lick over every erogenous zone on my overly sensitive neck. I felt my panties become more and more damp before I was placed on the bed, my tank top now removed and my arms secured above my head, held in place by two thin, glistening, purple tentacles. The moan that escaped me would have been embarrassing had it not been for the fact it seemed to excite the creatures.
My jeans and panties were pulled from my body, leaving me bare on the bed. My heart rate quickened as my brain started to slowly register what was going on. It was my dream. My fantasy. Suddenly, it was all coming true.
I opened my eyes just in time to see the first purple tentacle probe at my wet cunt experimentally, as if not quite sure what to do. It rubbed over my clit repeatedly, hard and fast, then slow and gentle, then a combination of all the above, back and forth, side to side, circle motions, milking gasps and groans and whines of pure pleasure out of me as I writhed and wiggled on the bed. My body arched up as the first orgasm tore through me, a scream of bliss filling the room. This seemed like the right thing to do because next, a thicker tentacle appeared. It had a strange little opening on its tip that looked almost like a small suction cup that attached itself to my sensitive, hard little clit. I moaned and closed my eyes, body still moving slightly on the bed as it began to suck on me, the suction opening wider to encompass more of my smooth shaven twat. It was a pussy pump, the harder it sucked, the more engorged and sensitive my cunt and clit became until I was once again screaming in painful pleasure, literally begging for more.
More was just what I got.
Two more suction tentacles appeared, each one latching onto my nipples, pulling them all the way in until they were half way down my breasts. I could feel another suction form inside these two, tighter and more powerful as they clamped my hard nipples and began to suck. Literally milking me despite there being no milk in my breasts. Still, it felt like heaven and I had no doubts that soon enough, there would be milk for them to harvest from me.
Another one appeared between my legs, this one much, much, MUCH thicker than the others. Its slightly narrower tip poked and prodded at my enlarged pussy lips, glistening wet already and waiting so anxiously for what was to come. Soon enough, the tip found my entrance and slid itself in. My head tossed back again in ecstasy as I could feel him growing inside me, stretching me as if I were made of elastic as it wormed its way into my tight little uterus. Looking down, I could see my stomach had ballooned out, giving me the glorious appearance of being at least nine months pregnant with twins. I couldn't help myself, I came hard just from the sight!!
Before I could even come down from my orgasm, I felt him start to move inside me, literally inside me! I felt his tip rubbing every inch of my uterus, gushing hot, thick viscous substance into my most hidden and scared of places. I was being prepared to receive!
The tentacle already inside me grew harder and speckled with pleasing rigids that tickled my clit and ground over my G-spot so hard I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to see straight ever again. Harder and harder he grew and harder, faster, harder, faster he fucked into me, slamming against the far wall of my uterus so hard I feared he'd break through it! The clamps on my nipples sucked harder, pricking my tips with something that sent a wash of white hot bliss shooting through me just moments before I felt my breasts grow heavier than they've ever been, clearish-white milk forming in my body for them to feast upon.
Wave after wave of orgasm crashed through me, each one bringing another and another plead for more out of my mouth. I was drunk on pleasure and didn't care one bit about anything else. I'd found the perfect d**g and I wanted to forever be high on it.
As I screamed out another time, everything stopped. Panting and dripping with sweat, I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw my beloved tentacle twitching and seizing as oversized eggs made their way down him, one after the other, and forced their way into my body. I felt them shove their way through my tight canal and then be deposited into my primed uterus. I'd officially become their breeder.
Dozens of eggs made their way into my belly, stretching me to obscureness and causing the ones closer to the surface to protrude so I could easily see their outline against my tight skin. All too soon, I felt the father pull from my body, sealing off my womb and slopping out of my thoroughly stretched hole. It slid across me, the sucking from the nipple pumpers doing their jobs of tightening my pussy back up again.
I was kept this way, down on the bed and blissed out of my mind, feeling the eggs each time one moved or rocked inside me. It was the most incredible feeling in my life, to be that far under in subspace, taken care of by these strange tentacles that stroked and loved on me and kept me fed and hydrated while I served as incubator for their c***dren.
I could feel it when the eggs began to dissolve inside me, the balls of babies uncurling themselves and moving in their tight quarters. My hosts seemed to know better than I when it was time to deliver, and they carried me so carefully to the hammock swing that I didn't even mind when the collar tightened enough to start to cut off air flow, or when my hands were tied to the ropes above my head. My feet were placed far apart, knees bent up towards my chest as far as they could go. I choked and gasped for breath, panting heavily as the thin tentacle returned to play and rub and stroke my hard little cunt nub again and again, pulling desperate orgasms out of me.
"Yes, good...that's our good little Breeder...you must cum in order to give birth...cum for us...cum for us...birth the c***dren we have given you for us..." The order was gentle but firm, an order I didn't want to disobey as I pushed my way through countless orgasms, bowling ball sized, slicked purple forms falling out of me, dripping and sliding across each other as they were birthed and then whisked away.
I didn't mind though. I didn't have time to care that I didn't even get a chance to meet any of the little ones I just gave birth to. I was too busy being moved back to the bed and filled another time by a different being. I'd meet all my "c***dren" eventually. They'd come back to me, bring me to mind blowing orgasms before depositing their own eggs into me.
It's what I was born to do, what I was meant to be.
I'm a Breeder, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
It doesn't matter how it happened, or where, or when. All that matters, is that it did, and I can honestly say it's been a dream (and numerous fantasies) come true.
I've never known what I wanted to do with my life. Sure there's things I've been interested in and even tried to pursue through college education, but there was nothing I was ever REALLY good enough at. Through all the ups and downs, there was one thing I always thought I might be good enough at, and that was being a breeder. But not just any breeder, no. I had so many fantasies of being taken by some strange alien race, held down on a bed by tentacles and being bred repeatedly by these things.
The fantasies were so real too! I could see them in perfect detail every time I closed my eyes. Their long, soothing purple colored tentacles, always glistening with slickness, bobbing and swaying and stroking at me so lovingly. There was nothing about the fantasy that scared me, in fact, it was such a turn on that I'd be forced to change panties at least twice a day just from thinking about it. These creatures, whatever they were my imagination had seemingly come up with, were perfect and gentle and loving with me in my dreams. They took care of me in more than just sexual ways. As a pathetically single and lonely twenty-seven year old woman --who'd only ever had one boyfriend in her life and was nearly starving for physical contact from someone other than a friendly pat on the head or a parental hug of support-- the creatures were the greatest form of escape and release for me that I had ever known.
Then one day, it happened.
I was coming home from classes, minding my own business, when the truck came flying around the corner. I jumped back, hoping to get out of his way, but just before I had the chance, a warmth and blinding light surrounded me. I must have hit my head or blacked out because when I came to, I was alone in a room.
It was a nice enough room, no windows, but plenty of space, a bed and what looked like a hammock chair swing in the corner. The walls were painted a soft blue --my favorite color-- and the floor was warm beneath my feet. In fact, the entire room was pleasantly warm. Warm enough that I had to take my school sweatshirt off, leaving me in just my tank top and form fitting jeans. At a size 20, I wasn't by any means a twig of a girl. My hips were a bit wide, I had a tummy going on that I really hated and really was trying to work on getting rid of, and my 42DD breasts weren't perky but they were a nice handful to play with.
Time seemed to become irrelevant once I arrived because I honestly don't know how long I was alone in that room before a small door opened and a tray of food was slid in. A chocolate milkshake, French fries, and a couple slices of pizza. Well, whoever my captor was, they certainly knew the way to my heart.
"Eat, Sweetling, A calming voice said. What was weird though, was that I heard it inside my own head. There wasn't any source it came from. I was hungry, I hadn't had breakfast or lunch, so against my better judgement to take food from unseen strangers, I did just that.
My physical hunger satisfied, I moved to sit on the swing, swaying back and forth as I looked around my new surroundings. I felt warm from the inside out, a strange tingly feeling in the back of my head as my breathing became more shallow, more level, almost as if someone had put me into subspace. I let my eyes close, body relaxing into the swing as gentle humming filled my head. Drifting deeper, I was only vaguely aware when a collar was clipped around my neck, tight enough to make me moan deeply, but not tight enough to cut off air flow just yet.
I could feel my body being lifted from the swing and carried across the room, a slick warmth running over my breasts, soaking my tank top and teasing my nipples into hardness. I dropped my head back, exposing my throat, only to feel something seemingly lick over every erogenous zone on my overly sensitive neck. I felt my panties become more and more damp before I was placed on the bed, my tank top now removed and my arms secured above my head, held in place by two thin, glistening, purple tentacles. The moan that escaped me would have been embarrassing had it not been for the fact it seemed to excite the creatures.
My jeans and panties were pulled from my body, leaving me bare on the bed. My heart rate quickened as my brain started to slowly register what was going on. It was my dream. My fantasy. Suddenly, it was all coming true.
I opened my eyes just in time to see the first purple tentacle probe at my wet cunt experimentally, as if not quite sure what to do. It rubbed over my clit repeatedly, hard and fast, then slow and gentle, then a combination of all the above, back and forth, side to side, circle motions, milking gasps and groans and whines of pure pleasure out of me as I writhed and wiggled on the bed. My body arched up as the first orgasm tore through me, a scream of bliss filling the room. This seemed like the right thing to do because next, a thicker tentacle appeared. It had a strange little opening on its tip that looked almost like a small suction cup that attached itself to my sensitive, hard little clit. I moaned and closed my eyes, body still moving slightly on the bed as it began to suck on me, the suction opening wider to encompass more of my smooth shaven twat. It was a pussy pump, the harder it sucked, the more engorged and sensitive my cunt and clit became until I was once again screaming in painful pleasure, literally begging for more.
More was just what I got.
Two more suction tentacles appeared, each one latching onto my nipples, pulling them all the way in until they were half way down my breasts. I could feel another suction form inside these two, tighter and more powerful as they clamped my hard nipples and began to suck. Literally milking me despite there being no milk in my breasts. Still, it felt like heaven and I had no doubts that soon enough, there would be milk for them to harvest from me.
Another one appeared between my legs, this one much, much, MUCH thicker than the others. Its slightly narrower tip poked and prodded at my enlarged pussy lips, glistening wet already and waiting so anxiously for what was to come. Soon enough, the tip found my entrance and slid itself in. My head tossed back again in ecstasy as I could feel him growing inside me, stretching me as if I were made of elastic as it wormed its way into my tight little uterus. Looking down, I could see my stomach had ballooned out, giving me the glorious appearance of being at least nine months pregnant with twins. I couldn't help myself, I came hard just from the sight!!
Before I could even come down from my orgasm, I felt him start to move inside me, literally inside me! I felt his tip rubbing every inch of my uterus, gushing hot, thick viscous substance into my most hidden and scared of places. I was being prepared to receive!
The tentacle already inside me grew harder and speckled with pleasing rigids that tickled my clit and ground over my G-spot so hard I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to see straight ever again. Harder and harder he grew and harder, faster, harder, faster he fucked into me, slamming against the far wall of my uterus so hard I feared he'd break through it! The clamps on my nipples sucked harder, pricking my tips with something that sent a wash of white hot bliss shooting through me just moments before I felt my breasts grow heavier than they've ever been, clearish-white milk forming in my body for them to feast upon.
Wave after wave of orgasm crashed through me, each one bringing another and another plead for more out of my mouth. I was drunk on pleasure and didn't care one bit about anything else. I'd found the perfect d**g and I wanted to forever be high on it.
As I screamed out another time, everything stopped. Panting and dripping with sweat, I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw my beloved tentacle twitching and seizing as oversized eggs made their way down him, one after the other, and forced their way into my body. I felt them shove their way through my tight canal and then be deposited into my primed uterus. I'd officially become their breeder.
Dozens of eggs made their way into my belly, stretching me to obscureness and causing the ones closer to the surface to protrude so I could easily see their outline against my tight skin. All too soon, I felt the father pull from my body, sealing off my womb and slopping out of my thoroughly stretched hole. It slid across me, the sucking from the nipple pumpers doing their jobs of tightening my pussy back up again.
I was kept this way, down on the bed and blissed out of my mind, feeling the eggs each time one moved or rocked inside me. It was the most incredible feeling in my life, to be that far under in subspace, taken care of by these strange tentacles that stroked and loved on me and kept me fed and hydrated while I served as incubator for their c***dren.
I could feel it when the eggs began to dissolve inside me, the balls of babies uncurling themselves and moving in their tight quarters. My hosts seemed to know better than I when it was time to deliver, and they carried me so carefully to the hammock swing that I didn't even mind when the collar tightened enough to start to cut off air flow, or when my hands were tied to the ropes above my head. My feet were placed far apart, knees bent up towards my chest as far as they could go. I choked and gasped for breath, panting heavily as the thin tentacle returned to play and rub and stroke my hard little cunt nub again and again, pulling desperate orgasms out of me.
"Yes, good...that's our good little Breeder...you must cum in order to give birth...cum for us...cum for us...birth the c***dren we have given you for us..." The order was gentle but firm, an order I didn't want to disobey as I pushed my way through countless orgasms, bowling ball sized, slicked purple forms falling out of me, dripping and sliding across each other as they were birthed and then whisked away.
I didn't mind though. I didn't have time to care that I didn't even get a chance to meet any of the little ones I just gave birth to. I was too busy being moved back to the bed and filled another time by a different being. I'd meet all my "c***dren" eventually. They'd come back to me, bring me to mind blowing orgasms before depositing their own eggs into me.
It's what I was born to do, what I was meant to be.
I'm a Breeder, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Uma
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