(*CLOSED*) Daiken Prompts 1
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The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here
IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean
Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.
Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:
-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
- MEOW (fill 1)
-hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
- MEOW but angsty (fill 2)
ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.
One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!
here!
The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here
IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean
Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.
Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:
-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
- MEOW (fill 1)
-hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
- MEOW but angsty (fill 2)
ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.
One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!
(NONCON, Oviposition) The Egg Monstrosity
on 2021-04-30 10:35 am (UTC)(Because he GETS RESCUED)
Strangely, the aches and pains Ken expected to feel from his abused body were nowhere to be found, and even his bloated belly began to feel numb as the monster trounced through the forest. It had left his left arm unbound, and Ken had been reaching out and trying to break branches, mess with foliage.
Daisuke would look for him. He needed to make as much of a trail as he could. It was getting harder and harder as they traveled deeper, Ken’s arm refusing to respond to his desperate attempts to get it moving. Worst was the way he was heating up, uncomfortably hard in his half-undone pants. A fire had been set inside him, radiating out from his middle and making every slide across his belly too much to bear.
After what felt like hours, Ken was suddenly doused by a deluge of water as the monster stepped _into_ a waterfall, where a surprisingly spacious and warm cave sat inside. The monster shambled into some sort of bizarre metal structure, flat in the middle with sides bent and twisted into spikes pushing in and out.
The thing detached Ken from its body and laid him in a pile of random blankets and throw pillows right in the middle, and Ken realized what the spikes were for.
They were keeping him in.
His body was still hot, and he whimpered as the creature slid a tentacle over his stomach, pushing down to fondle at the individual bumps the eggs made in his skin. Ken pressed his legs together, he couldn’t stop himself from rocking back and forth to try and relieve some of the heat between them.
Exploring appendages slipped under his clothes. An impossibly thin point that glinted at the end of one of them snapped very close to Ken’s neck and he flinched back, but it had just cut a button clean off his hiked up shirt. It flicked out again, and again, until Ken’s shirt was ribbons around his shoulders, and then it pressed just enough so Ken could feel it, moving down, down, making quick little cut in his pants.
It pulled Ken’s legs apart, making a long cut all around his thighs and turning his pants into shorts before destroying the rest of them, cutting up and around, splitting the crotch length-wise.
To his utter horror, Ken grinded up into the tentacle that had worked its way into his underwear and was pressing at his erection. He made obscene gasping noises as it wrapped around him, sighed in relief as it cut his underwear up as well and cold air hit his overcharged privates.
Ken’s vision swam, lost in his body, unable to form a coherent thought as he was rocked and stroked by the creature. He felt as everything tightened then spilled out, as something wrapped around his head and sucked up everything he spent.
It didn’t stop. He was still hard and the tentacle kept its hypnotic stroking. He collapsed into the blankets and pillows, everything soft and fluffy until he reached his hand too far out and found sharp metal that pricked his finger. He hissed, intercepted from sticking his bleeding finger into his mouth by the monster, who stuck it in its own waiting orifice.
Ken stiffened as the pain subsided, his finger going numb. The monster let his hand go and Ken looked at it, seeing a surprisingly neat healing scar.
The monster touched his belly, pushed down and he _felt_ the spheres inside of him jostle around, shift and rearrange slightly. His body reacted with more heat, and a second ejaculation spilled out of him, quickly absorbed by the creature.
_He was still hard_. Ken threw his head back as he continued to pant, his too-full stomach pressing on his organs and making his heart race. Sweat poured from his temple as the creature worked his cock, pitiful little spurts of cum getting lapped up by one of its strange, hollow appendages.
Ken lost track of how long he lay there, being touched and forced to completion. When he shook and only felt pain, no liquid left, it finally let him go, stopped directly stimulating his throbbing erection. Ken waited for it to subside, for the fire licking at him to slow.
It didn’t.
The monster lifted him, and the world spun around him. He desperately wanted to throw up, stomach turning this way and that as the spheres inside it shifted from his body being moved, but no bile came out, trapped inside him.
The monster dunked him under the deluge of the waterfall. That certainly cooled him down a bit, as it washed away the remains of his clothes down into the river. Ken had the brief thought that he hoped Daisuke found them as tentacles descended on him.
They rubbed over him, down his arms and legs, along his back and carefully working around his bulge in front, scrubbing him until his skin turned pink. When that was done, the monster held him up in the cave and brought a stone with a divot filled with water to his lips. Ken kept them closed as it poured the water down, it rolling and adding to the dripping rivulets already on him.
The monster refilled his cup and grabbed Ken’s chin, and Ken clenched his jaw to try and keep it shut, hearing as a muscle popped and his jaw was opened.
The water tasted ever so slightly sweet, and once he started to drink, Ken couldn’t stop, driven by his body’s need to be hydrated despite everything else. The water sloshed down his throat and he could _feel_ it trickling through the cracks between the things inside of him. His eyes stung but no tears fell as the monster forced more and more until he was full of that too, sloshing the hard-packed things inside him.
It lifted him back into the nest, laid him on his spot made by the pillows and lifted a blanket over him, tucking it around his middle. The soft fabric against his pained stomach was almost too much, and he felt his cock twitch with shame.
The monster crouched over the only exit and bodily blocked it, plunging Ken into darkness. It stopped twitching and writhing, evening out to long, deep fluctuations of its main trunk.
Ken finally slept too, settling into the aches and pains.
----
When Ken awoke, he stretched his arms up above his head, his shoulders getting all tangled up from sleeping on lumps of softness. When his front protested, taut already and unable to move, Ken reached down and realized his stomach hadn’t gotten any smaller. Whatever the creature had put in him was there to stay. Ken sobbed, so it wasn’t a drug yesterday, his body was just reacting to touch.
Ken struggled to breathe, physically and going into a panic spiral. His stomach was stretching, getting used to the lumps, and yet he was _hungry_. It growled, begging for sustenance, bile threatening to come up his dry throat.
The monster shambled above him, letting some of the light streaming in through the waterfall. Ken stared at the minuscule rays like a lifeline, he had to get out. How could he with the thing always hovering above him?
It pulled the blanket off him and lifted him by his joints, tentacles wrapped around both his legs flush against his hips and his upper arms, a fifth prodding at his bellybutton and feeling under for the hard object within. It pressed out from there in sweeping arcs, occasionally pushing slightly harder and making everything jostle. The tentacle stopped its ministrations by wrapping fully around his bump, holding it while Ken was taken back to the water. It didn’t bathe him this morning, merely forced more water down until Ken was somehow stretched even further.
Ken remained as still as he possibly could when the tentacles wrapped around his shoulder started sliding, traveling up his arms. They gave special attention to the inside of his elbow, giving just above it a tight squeeze and prodding at the crease.
The tentacles around his hips began exploring, compressing his thighs so much Ken shook. They were much gentler around his shins and ankles as he was lifted by his wrists back into his prison.
The water helped, but Ken’s stomach still turned this way and that, and he whimpered and touched it in some insane attempt to still the nausea. If anything, feeling how some parts of him were nearly rock-hard and others were sloshy only made it worse.
The monster wasn’t hovering over him anymore. In fact, when Ken went completely still, not even daring to breathe, not a sound came from the rest of the cave.
Had it really left? Was this his chance to get away?
Ken battled through the dizziness as he sat up, rolling and using his legs more than his core. He was so heavy, grabbing a part of one of the spikes that wasn’t as sharp to leverage himself up.
Ken was completely winded just from standing up, weighed down by his center. He wrapped a hand around his bulge, trying to take some of the weight with his hands, but it was just a reminder of the things inside him. He paced with absurdly slow steps around the circle that constituted his room, but any hole at ground level was either too small or so densely covered in spikes he would never be able to squeeze through even if he wasn’t carrying a bunch of extra weight.
He would have to climb.
The opening the monster lifted him in and out of loomed above, making his vertigo even worse as he looked at it. His legs shook under him. He had to do this.
The first attempt, Ken slipped off and narrowly avoided cutting his whole side open as he went down. His stomach jiggled from the impact of him falling to the floor, and he spent several minutes fighting through an intense desire to throw up that wouldn’t come to fruition despite how much Ken wanted the things _out_. They remained stubbornly inside. Ken stared at his fingers, considering whether to try and shove them down his throat and force them out, but if they hadn’t come up yet they weren’t likely to.
He gagged on his hand anyway. Nothing came up.
Ken was strangely happy that he could feel tears on his face. He fought through and tried to climb again. About halfway up, his muscles gave out, unable to fight against the pull of his stomach, and he fell back into the blankets. the ceiling spun above him and Ken frantically clawed down his own throat despite the complete futility of it.
He felt the ground shake as the monster returned, heard the water splashing off its corpulent form and impossible angles. It reached down towards Ken, his heart fluttering too fast as it wrapped around his knees, prodding at his inner thighs. Ken gasped as it slid over a particularly sensitive spot, his head rocking back and forth, no no no.
He didn’t want that to happen again.
It experimentally rubbed his flaccid penis, but moved away quickly to other body parts, carefully shifting at Ken’s insides and lifting him to a reclined sitting position.
Apparently it decided he needed more water, this time brought in to him, and Ken choked it down, the cool freshness soothing his raw, sandy throat.
The monster continued to “take care” of Ken, forcing him to drink water and touching every inch of him, focusing on the swell of his abdomen. Ken fought back tears of relief that he wasn’t inexplicably horny and being used that way too, lulled into a complacency by the monster’s scheduling.
At least he wasn’t going to be killed any time soon. It clearly wanted him alive and hydrated.
When the sunlight streamed in hues of orange, refracted through the roaring water, Ken stared at it futilely. He had to get these things out of him somehow, then he could figure out an escape. With the added weight and way they nearly doubled his girth, he wasn’t going to get away.
He had no idea why he couldn’t just throw them up, his gag reflex was usually on a hair trigger.
When the monster relaxed over the opening and closed Ken off completely once again, he fought back pinpricks of tears and resigned himself to another night sleeping in the nest.
(NONCON, Oviposition) The Egg Monstrosity
on 2021-04-30 10:39 am (UTC)That particular nightmare scenario did not occur. Instead, he was in the familiar nightmare of tentacles wrapping around him, moving him about and forcing water down his throat, caressing his body, most definitely actively trying to get him hard.
He managed to tamp down on it this time, but could feel as his body responded to the continued ministrations, his belly oversensitive and on fire. Touches overlapped with continued strange feelings from inside, Ken shut his eyes and hoped the gurgling of his stomach and noises as it shook meant he could get them out soon.
The monster left Ken in the pile of blankets that were clearly growing an indentation in the shape of his body, on the edge as his body continued to shake. When one of the spheres pushed out near the bottom, he couldn’t stop it anymore. He was hard and aching, trying to hold onto something, keep track of time. The sun shone outside, but he could barely see it, that meant it was before noon, right? One particularly strong jolt had everything shaking and rolling out of sync and Ken lost it, coming even as he sobbed and cried in agony.
When the creature returned, it found Ken leaking all over his bedding, and shrieked. It was the first real sound Ken had heard the thing make, and he never wanted to hear anything like it again. His ears bled, and the thing dipped into his spill and sucked up as much as it could save.
Then a thin, sharp tentacle whipped across his face and shoved some of his own seed under his nose.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Ken babbled, he didn’t even know if it understood Japanese, he’d certainly understood. A trickle of blood followed his curved cheekbones and mingled with his tear tracks, the new cut ripped open by the saltiness on his face.
Whether or not it understood, it had other things to do. Like make sure no more of Ken’s cum ended up where it didn’t want.
Ken couldn’t stop crying as it completely covered his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
As it dragged on, the shaking inside him got worse and worse. At first, it had only happened every several minutes, long gaps Ken could get lost in between, but now while the monster encouraged it along, less than a minute separated the shakes.
Ken knew what they were now. It was impossible to avoid, but he did his best to. He did not think about his updated ideas of how to get them out, hoped they would before. Before.
The sunlight was back inside the cave. Ken watched it travel slowly up the wall as tentacles assaulted him, wrapping around his legs and pulling them apart, playing with his nipples, pumping his dick, refusing to let him go until he was completely empty.
Then it moved onto his mouth. Ken realized as it forced his jaw apart, he hadn’t been forced to drink anything since this morning, and he was so thirsty. Instead of water, this time he got a thick tentacle easing into his throat, almost too thick for his esophagus to take, stretching it wide. Ken choked, struggling to breathe around the intrusion, his lungs pressed up by kicking eggs. The tentacle quickly retracted, leaving him feeling far too open. He took a couple frantic gulps of air, before the tentacle returned, snaking fast down his stretched out throat.
Every time it would pull out of his mouth completely and force itself back in, it got faster, until Ken was gasping around it, throat burning from friction.
When it came back with flecks of blood on it, it stopped, finally letting Ken rest.
The sun had set a while ago. Every time one of the eggs shook particularly violently, Ken was pulled out of his body’s attempt to pass out, maybe every ten minutes.
They were coming out tomorrow, somehow.
----
A soft glow through the tiny holes of his prison slowly grew as the sun rose. Ken couldn’t move, his body aching, barely a wink of sleep from the uncomfortable night. His mouth felt like cotton, his throat still throbbing in pain from what it had done to him the night before.
Something shifted, and the light ache he’d almost managed to get used to changed to a sharp, stabbing pain right in the middle under his bellybutton. He couldn’t help it, he screamed as it got worse, agonizing lines radiating inside him. His throat constricted, he needed to get it out, gagged on nothing as his muscles spasmed. His eyes stung, unable to tear up and he closed them to try and stop it.
He only heard the shuffling of the monster as it awoke, the light streaming in getting stronger. It grabbed his hips and turned him over, holding him up so his distended belly didn’t drag on the floor, just his face smashed into the floor.
He pressed his forearms into the ground, trying to get room to breathe even as it continued to move him, adding more appendages to put him exactly how it wanted, twisting him around and he scrambled into the soft blankets and then the dirt and it dragged him away from the center, his hips pulled high into the air and head forced down, whole upper body practically upside-down with his arms bracing himself as best they could.
The blood rushed to his head. The dizziness was only rivaled by the ever-increasing pain coming from his stomach. The monster squeezed around it, sending pangs through him as it tried to push what was inside him back up. His throat was not cooperating, convulsing and unable to open. He just wanted it to be over at this point, wanted the creatures out, needed it to stop. The monster slid inside his mouth, down his throat just like last night, exacerbating his inflamed throat and trying to help open him up.
He went along with it, limp in the monster’s clutches. Finally, finally, after what felt like hours of being torn apart on the inside as the...father squeezed his belly and opened his throat, something escaped. It crawled up as the tentacle in his throat pulled out, tiny sharp spindles grabbing at his lips and crawling down his face, his throat, chittering noises escaping from it as it stuck its little needle-like claws into his skin. Something like a mouth attached to his pulse point, teeth ripping him open. The blood pumping to his head began to be redirected into the small spider-like thing.
Ken could feel a second one, pinpricks in the back of his mouth as it crawled up, his lips ripped open from the inside. It crawled down to where the first one was latched, chittering over the lump as it curled into the crook of Ken’s neck, settling itself firmly against his skin.
The second one followed his shoulder, down his arms, finding a spot in the crook of his elbow to bite. The pain from its minuscule teeth distracted him from the way his throat was torn open again as a third emerged.
It would be over soon. He didn’t know how many of the eggs the monster had stuffed into him, but it couldn’t be much more. The things that had come out were too big. He just didn’t have the room in him, even stretched to the limit.
The third monster found his other elbow, then a fourth searched all along his arms before taking a bite out of his side, right between his ribs.
He was going to pass out soon. His head pounded along with each beat of the creatures sucking the blood out of him. Maybe it would be better, but his stomach didn’t feel empty yet, the tentacle still squeezing it every once in a while.
Five. Six. Ken braced himself for another feeling in the back of his throat, but nothing came. Six of them attached to various point of his body, and Ken realized he barely felt it anymore. Every one of the areas around them had been numbed out. He registered that the sunlight was gone as he was let out of his inverted position, laid back down on the pillows carefully, his arms adjusted so as not to disturb his passengers.
Ken looked down at himself and saw he still wasn’t completely flat. What could possibly still be in him?
He had to get out, but couldn’t even move his arms with the anesthetic pumping into him from the backsplash of spit going right into his veins. He didn’t have the energy to make an escape. Maybe - maybe when the babies were done feeding it would let him go.
He knew how stupid that thought was. They were probably just going to drain him dry. His captor wrapped around his jaw, eerily smooth and precise as it wrenched it open, forcing one last appendage down Ken’s ravaged throat.
He took it without gagging once, and it dripped just a few droplets of something inside of him. It tasted sour and acidic and burned his esophagus, making the punctures and slices from the smaller ones even worse.
Exhaustion from lack of sleep and the chemicals pouring into him from multiple sources made unconsciousness come easier this night, at least. Ken slid his eyes closed and surrendered to oblivion.
----
Pain and overwhelming heat forced Ken to full alertness. It was too dark for day to have broken, and he was too tired for him to have slept fully through. Every touch of the creatures on his overactive skin seared him, and the numbness gave way to desire.
A familiar tube covered him, so as not to spill a single drop, as he lost himself. Every touch, every graze of the smaller ones’ bodies against him made more heat pool in his belly, blissfully empty and aching for an unnamed something. His stomach growled, constricted more, and he came for the first time this round, milked for all he was worth.
Ken realized that the pain was getting worse, traveling along his tailbone and somewhere deep inside him.
The shells. Were they shells? He’d never seen what the eggs that had been deposited in his stomach looked like, only felt their hard yet malleable texture as they were pushed into him. Whatever was left was tearing him apart as it escaped the only other way it could.
He had no idea how he could still be hard, how his body could be responding to the physicality like this. Except he did. Hadn’t the monster drugged him again just last night? Something must have been in that concoction it forced him to drink.
That didn’t make dealing with it any easier, the overlap of intense pain with his body on puppet strings, forced to completion over and over for the monster’s satisfaction, drained dry for who knows what reason. The pain in his intestines stopped, stuck. Ken shook with fear.
His captor pulled him open, delved inside with a strong, thin tentacle. Shame filled him as its ministrations only made him come once again.
Passing out would be better than this. He didn’t want to know, find out what was going to be pulled out of him by that tentacle. It definitely wasn’t designed to actually pleasure him, aggressively snaking into him, but that didn’t stop the drugs from forcing him to respond. The creature followed his hips as they rocked uselessly into empty air.
And then it reached the stopping point, and began pulling. Whatever was stuck had somehow attached to the end of the tentacle. Ken felt bizarrely grateful that it was going to let it come out, as if it hadn’t put everything in him to begin with.
It breached his hole and Ken came to the horrifying realization it was more babies. Two of them had gotten their limbs entangled together. The stretch of both at once was where most of the pain came from, their little needle claws preoccupied with each other and skittering together until the father pulled them apart, placing them on his open inner thighs where they latched on and began sucking his life out.
He had eight of them attached now. The monster poured water over his mouth, getting most of it on the sheets around him, more and more until it seemed satisfied he’d drunk enough and let him fall into the unconsciousness he craved.
(NONCON, Oviposition) The Egg Monstrosity
on 2021-04-30 10:42 am (UTC)The big one was gone. He stared up at the bright cave ceiling, lit up by sunlight from the outside.
He had to try again, now that he wasn’t stuffed full and barely able to move. And then he tried to bend his legs, lift onto them, only to be met with intense stabbing pain in his shins. He gasped as he rode the wave, his muscles trapped in a tense position, spasming for several seconds before he was able to relax again, back down into the soft nest.
He couldn’t move. That was bad. His eyes kept sliding off wherever he tried to look, until he found a nice spot near the exit of his prison to stare at longingly. He was so close, and couldn’t even try.
The creatures on his inner thighs readjusted themselves, clamping down on his tingling skin inches away from his privates. He felt the prick of fangs before the entire area became cool and numb.
When his captor returned, Ken could barely see it, and it sat him up with its tentacles, lifting his ass and sliding an end of one of its thicker appendages against his hole. Ken shied away from the intrusion, but it just followed, breaking him open with something thick and sticky with some secretion coming directly off it.
He realized he was hard when the creature at his neck let go, making quick, jumping motions until it expanded and grew, claws elongating and softening into the more familiar tentacle-like things holding him.
The father kept going into him, moving him up and down on it like a toy, stoking the fire inside him. The new form of the creature then latched onto his cock, sucking and taking him deep. Ken couldn’t help himself, the way the creature filled him up and hit against his wall made his body react in ways that sent bile up his throat despite its inability to breach his lips. He came into the child of the creature, and it greedily sucked on his cock just like its father did.
That terrible mouth let go of his spent shaft, wrapped its smaller tentacles around his chest and found his nipple. It sucked and sucked until Ken’s nipple was raw, and then the next worst thing happened.
Something came out of the nub. Thick and white, and the creature lapped it up.
Ken looked down at his sore chest and hoped against hope that it wasn’t actually bigger, it was just a trick of the light.
The next creature to grow tried to take him in its mouth, but nothing would come out. The large creature directed it to its own massive body, letting it drink from the reserves it had filled up with Ken before. Then he had two creatures sucking both nipples, liquid occasionally dribbling out into their waiting maws.
He didn’t want to think about what would happen when a third grew.
The hours stretched out, his ass growing used to the large intrusion until it didn’t even hurt anymore, just pangs of pleasure rocking his body when it hit a particularly good spot in its continued snapping pushes inside. He could feel as his body moved with it, bulging out with each thrust.
And then a third creature grew. Ken closed his eyes, unable to stomach watching whatever was going to happen to him now that it wouldn’t have. A spot.
It sucked his seed right out of him, wracking him with full body shivers from his unwanted orgasm, and then crawled right up and pushed its companion to the side, biting down on his nipple and sucking harder and harder until more liquid spurted out. Despite having just come, he went hard again at the rough treatment and feel of his essence being pulled out of him.
He opened his eyes and stared at his spot near the ceiling. It was dark again, and Ken had no idea when that had happened. Time had no meaning anymore, there was just the creature and its offspring taking from him to grow.
His stomach growled again and he felt so, so empty.
----
At some point, Ken had fallen asleep. He only knew this because he woke with a jolt when another of the growing things bit his head, apparently frustrated he wasn’t coming enough.
If the thing wasn’t holding him up, Ken would have been a pile on the floor, every muscle in his body aching, the parts of his skin where distinctive bite marks were tingling unpleasantly and starting to hurt as whatever was in the saliva wore off.
He tried to count how many creatures were on and around him, kept getting distracted by the pain and shocks of disgusting pleasure, finally ascertaining there were only five now. Three of them were just - gone. Left, maybe.
At least it would be over soon. Whether he was let go or died was all the same to Ken, right now.
He repeated it, a mantra keeping him buoyed, as the creatures nibbled and drank him up, it will be over soon.
Soon.
Soon came, too early and not fast enough, and his silly fantasies of escape shattered, replaced by a thin tube he hadn’t seen since the first attack pushing at the back of his throat, twisting and pulling and sinking down his esophagus. Ken choked, breathing growing difficult as his nose clogged and his throat constricted, made a receptacle for the monster to slide another set of its horrid eggs down into him.
Ken watched this time as the pulsing living tube stretched out, round protrusions under its slimy skin extending inexorably towards his spread open, waiting mouth. the first slipped past his lips and pumped down his throat, and Ken swallowed on reflex, easing it faster down into him, the second following right after. Ken swallowed and swallowed, counting them out as his stomach grew full, then stuffed, the skin of his belly groaning as it stretched to its limit.
Eight. Another eight. Another...batch inside him. This monster was never going to let him go. It curled its tentacles around his bulging stomach, not releasing his throat yet, and growled low.
Ken had no idea what it meant, but then another series of bulges started out from the main body where the tube connected to the creature.
Nine. Ken choked it down, his stomach protesting at the added pressure.
Ten. He couldn’t breathe, his breaths getting shallower and shallower as his stomach pressed up, no room for his diaphragm.
Eleven. He could almost see them, the faint outlines under his sallow skin along his distended belly.
Twelve. He was so full, more full than he’d ever been in his life, his stomach stretched to such capacity he could feel it as it demanded room from the rest of him, every cavity in him nearly bursting.
He lay back in the nest, unable to sit up at all any longer, gravid and pliant as the monster - the father - slid inside his ass and rocked him to another orgasm and sleep.
The hours slid into each other, and Ken lost the will, the ability to keep count. He no longer registered how the babies moved along his body, only knowing that something was sucking on each of his sore, milky nipples and his weeping cock nearly every second. He drank the water the monster forced to his lips, lay in the blankets catatonically in between sessions of being moved and rubbed with its appendages, every breath a shallow fight against the intrusion inside of him.
And just like that, Ken realized that he wasn’t being sucked dry anymore, no more individual creatures crawled across him and vied for a spot to consume. The relief of maybe a moment of rest had him sobbing, and he felt smaller tendrils wiping his tears, lapping even them up greedily.
It didn’t last long. The thing - the father, Ken couldn’t get it out of his head, he was being bred - mounted him fully where he lay, upper body propped up by the pillows and round below, where it pressed its gooey body into him, slick slime slathering over the bumps and curves of his stomach and making his blood boil involuntarily. Too heavy and uncomfortable to move and shy away, his hips nevertheless rocked lightly against the pressure put against them.
It hurt, aggravated the tears across his belly, mixing with the arousal pumping through him and making him hard once again, an all too familiar feeling as the monster wrapped around his shaft and drank him up itself.
His heart banged against his chest, not enough room to pump, fluttering aggressively as he cried, involuntary moans falling from his lips. The second he came the monster dove back in, keeping him erect inside its soft appendage, and he came again even as the overstimulation peaked into pure pain.
He still wasn’t let go, grateful that he began to pass out as it began to force a third orgasm out of him.
He startled awake, aching and spread open and alone. His stomach remained the focal point of it all, the pain radiating out. His back hurt from staying in the same prone position, but he couldn’t roll over or stand or anything. He wasn’t tied down, could see the too-thin exit where the sunlight streamed through and knew.
Even if he could somehow crawl over there, there was no way he would fit through now.
The hours bled into each other, time crawling inexorably across the ceiling Ken was forced to stare at, quiet settling over him, and the relief of that broke him down into sobs. He wiped at his face with the back of his hand, his lungs burning as they tried to get more oxygen in and met up against the eggs nestled inside.
The quiet only made his sobs seem even louder as they reverberated through the cave. He just wanted to - to sleep.
Sleep and never wake up, if it would just be back to here.
Re: (NONCON, Oviposition) The Egg Monstrosity
on 2021-04-30 10:44 am (UTC)Re: (NONCON, Oviposition) The Egg Monstrosity
on 2021-04-30 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: (NONCON, Oviposition) The Egg Monstrosity
on 2021-04-30 07:47 pm (UTC)i just loooved the bit where ken came somewhere NOT in the monster's mouth and it freaked the fuck out LFJSLDFJLSDJF
also loved the bit where the babies were nursing him omg... and he's just being fucked through it all... good shit good shit. i fucking knew there was gonna be more babies... sfjlsjfsfj it's a neverending cycle of horror
BUT POOR KEN!!!! HE NEEDS RESCUE NOW!!!! i'm proud of him for not like... breaking. don't get me wrong he's pretty broken, but at least he's not like... impaling himself on those goddamn spikes? daisuke totes found his clothes and saw the traces he left along the way so he must be on his waayyy... i can just imagine him finding ken's clothes ripped to shreds and freaking out omg.
ahhh and your writing is great as always. the body horror is fucking great. disgusting & sordid & great lol.