You stepped into a cave you thought to be safe... and then you encountered the Beast.
Your womb is now its free-use breed pocket.
Day after day, you feel yourself changing, as if you were beginning to become like your new master π§¬
Being a breeding slave for the insects feels so good that both you and your friend have accepted your fate ππ§¬
ππ»π½π²πΌπ½ : ππΎπ»πͺπ±πͺπ¬π±π²π»πΈ
Insects have grown stronger and are now using weak human wombs as factories for their new hybrid offspring π§¬
πππ‘ππ π‘: ππ’ππβππβπππ
The Queen has taken everything from you. She made your womb the vessel of her new hive.
Deep down, you enjoy having become an infested breeding factory for the Queen's offspring. This is where you belong nowπ§¬
π΄ππ‘ππ π‘ : ππ’ππβππβπππ
You've accepted your new life as a birth slave to the slug. Feeling it use you, over and over to multiply its offspring.
You feel your DNA mixing with the slug's as the infestation continues to spread.....
But deep down, you've learned to like it ππ§¬
You've accepted your new life as a birth slave to the slug. Feeling it use you, over and over to multiply its offspring.
You feel your DNA mixing with the slug's as the infestation continues to spread.....
But deep down, you've learned to like it ππ§¬
A nice little reminder that if it has a hole, it deserves to be turned into a cum dumpster.
On that note, I shall be gone for 9 hours because of work. Poor me.