Plutonian Propagation - wrecked holes, broken taboos & wanton cumsluts too!
I know some of you have been waiting what seems like foreeever for the next chapters of the Plutonian propegation story, but it’s finally back online!
For this one, Mr. S played lead author, and I helped him edit, rather than the other way around like usual. This one’s a little different from Alone on the Farm, but I suspect some of you will be able to see our influence on one another’s work :D
The story is written in 3 parts, seperated by the main kinks involved, so if one particular fetish isn’t really your thing, you don’t have to worry about just running into it unexpectedly :)
(Pictures aren’t by me of course, but could definitely be said to relate to the content in each chapter…)
Pt. 1 tags: slut, cum obsession, MC, mind-break, piercings, gangbangs, wrecked holes
Claire could see the cum spilling out of her overfilled hole, leaking out around her piercings and down her thighs and onto the sheets to form a sticky mess between her legs.
Her cunt was a sloppy, gaping, wrecked mess. She knew she should have been horrified, but… she couldn’t bring herself look away.
As each new partner’s thick, white seed pulsed and spilled inside her, the cock was quickly pulled out and another immediately moved in to take his place, forcing even more cum out of her already sloppy hole.
With how loose Whore Claire’s once-tight hole had become from the abuse she’d clearly been heaping on herself, much of newly added cum leaked out almost immediately. She’d obviously been *very* well used…
But of course, even that wasn’t enough for her. Claire watched helplessly as The Whore controlling her body used a free hand to scoop as much spilled seed as she could back into herself.
Pt. 2 tags: slut, cum obsession, MC, mind-break, piercings, gaping, hole wrecking, fisting, pregnancy, pleasurable birthing, pregnancy addiction, stretch marks, milking, masturbation
As full and round as any woman she’d ever seen, Whore Claire was a caricature of her former self. Her already huge breasts had swollen and filled out to enormous size, their rapid expansion made even more evident by the eye-catching stretch marks of purple and silver that lined them both, a set of faint blue veins trailing along each massive breast, the both of them tipped with dark areola that seemed to drip endlessly with milk.
But even that was nothing compared to the almost impossibly swollen belly they rested across like a shelf. The Whore was like an ancient fertility Goddess made flesh, her obscenely filled belly obviously round with child, the woman’s once flawless middle covered with (what should have been) a horrifying map of stretchmarks . Twins. Maybe even triplets. That poor woman. That poor her. Claire felt another shudder ripple through her body.
She was huge.
…But in her mind’s eye, as she watched the scene with an air of detachment, she saw something on Whore Claire’s face… An expression of… joy? of exaltation? Whatever it was, it seemed a sharp contrast from Claire’s memories of giving birth to Jeremy.
The ‘new’ Claire seemed to be exactly in her element as she prepared to birth the contents of her hugely over-stretched womb. A look of determination lined The Whore’s face as she began to push, beginning the process of birthing the womb full of young from her (once) ‘cute,’ ‘tight’ vagina. It certainly wasn’t tight or cute anymore.
Claire watched her own expression of concentration break as a look of pure bliss washed over her. As the first baby slid out in a gush of fluid, the motion stretching the collar of her cervix and birthing canal wide, Claire saw herself lose control of her limbs as it slid out of her, The Whore’s arms and legs flailing wildly in all directions as she surrendered herself to the soul searing orgasm that washed over her.
Regaining control a moment later, but somehow still obviously ready for more, Claire watched the slutty, pregnant cow’s hand dart to heavily pierced cunt, rubbing and massaging the loose pink cavern before balling into a fist and roughly pummeling it in and out of the already gaping, stretched maw, tugging at her nipple piercings with another hand as her body prepared to give birth again. There was nothing gentle about how The Whore was turning the sacred act of giving birth into a hedonistic frenzy. It was like nothing Claire had ever seen.
Pt 3 is just about finished and will be posted by tomorrow (or maybe even tonight!) along with answers to more of the questions I’ve been asked!
I’ve actually got a ton of replies written out already, but just need to match them with pictures, and it’s getting late tonight… Check back tomorrow for the rest!