/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

Springing into action you immediately start transforming the twiggy branches of your right hand into long, serpentlike cockheads. They slither forward towards Ingrid, pulsating and vibrating with lust. Just before you can wrap them around her wrists and ankles she flips a switch on her gun, sending forth a blinding light that engulfs you completely.

Consciousness gradually returns to you. At first the world appears as a foggy haze of dark colors and blinking lights but after a little while your mind catches on. In an attempt to rub your eyes you try to lift your arm but nothing happens. “I am Yggy?” You ask aloud, perplexed by your lack of control. Then you realize it, you’re bound to a stretcher in what looks to you like a medical theater. “Yggy!” You call out, your double-chambered heart beating fast with fear.

Another bright light is turned on just above your head and the Ingrid’s masked face appears above yours. “Try to remain calm you beast. I’m just trying to figure out what exactly you are. I’ve been schooled by the drow and have great knowledge in the flora and fauna of the galaxy but… I’ve never seen something quite like you.” Her ominous words in conjunction with the fact that she wears a surgical mask make the fear rise up inside of you.

Following the drow with your eyes you can see that she walks down along the stretch until she reaches your crotch. “Oh god, creator saves me. She’s going to castrate me!” You think in panic as she resolutely grabs around the base of your cock. To your surprise she spreads out a generous amount of liquid in her glowed hand, rubbing it along your shaft as she gives it a couple of trying jerks.

You relax slightly as the crippling fear from just a moment ago is replaced with warm pleasure and you’re soon fully erect. “Subject appears to respond to stimulation, much in the same manner as a normal humanoid. This however, I speculate is not due to oxygenated blood but some other substance.” Ingrid says into a small tape recorder as she walks to the end of the theater where there is a control panel.

“Initiate project titan milker.” She says in a calm and reserved voice as a shining metal cylinder is lowered from the ceiling.

a) Attempt to break free from your restraints
b) Protest loudly
c) Attempt to summon your tentacles again

The leathery restraints chafe against your arms and legs. Tugging and writhing for a bit nothing much happens except for some creaking. A loud buzzing noise fills the air as the silvery contraption gets in position above you and the cylinder is lowered a little more. “Relax big boy, I think you’ll enjoy this.” Ingrid says with a smile.

Your breath grows faster as the tube comes closer, and you can feel how your heart pounds against your chest from the inside. Her steps echo inside and bounce off of the walls as she walks up next to you again. Ingrid strokes her hand along your chest as you strain against the restraints. “Poor brute. Something as big and eager as you are far too dangerous to be let roaming around poking your twigs into other peoples business.”

The cylinder is aligned with the tip of your stiff cock now, and a warm liquid starts pouring out of the top, coating your cock in a syrupy layer of lubricant. “This model isn’t built for something of your size I’m afraid. But don’t worry, it will be tight but I’m sure you’ll fit.” Ingrid says, patting your forehead affectionately.

Your breaths grow faster and you can feel how your cock starts twitches as the warm lubricant runs down the shaft and down your thighs. Somewhere in the back of your mind something snaps and your instincts take over. “I am YGGY!” You roar as you snap the puny restraints as if they were made of silk and not sturdy brown leather.

“What in the world!?” Ingrid cries out as she falls backwards landing on her ass. Before the dark skinned girl manages to do anything you’re on top of her, your thick member prodding against her stomach as you hold her down. Unable to stop yourself your strong hands rip apart her uniform and the sight of her skin stokes your fires even more. Ingrid’s skin is smooth and soft in your hands, the feeling of her perky breasts in your hands making you groan with desire.

“Eieeeek! Let go of me you stupid plant!” She calls out as she kicks and squirms under you.

a) Fuck her in the missionary and make sure to cum inside of her
b) Put Ingrid in another contraption that milks her and fuck her from behind
c) Spawn your tentacles and violate her every hole
d) Humiliate her by fucking her thighs, armpits and tits before finishing in her face

I'm going to go to bed now, next part tomorrow!

You grab the centerpiece of Ingrid’s exposed bra and rip it off. Nonchalantly throwing the white and pink fabric over your shoulder you grab both of her breasts at the same time. The supple flesh pushes in between your fingers as you grip and knead Ingrid’s tits. Two small light blue nipples adorn her luscious bust and you lightly pinch them in between your thumbs and index fingers. You’re rewarded with a high-pitched squeal from the young woman under you and she starts kicking and writhing even more.

Rolling them lightly between your fingers as you weigh Ingrid down you can feel how they pop out and grow erect. Seeing this you immediately plant your lips against her right hand breast and suckle greedily on it. A small trail of milk flows into your mouth and Ingrid yells out as she starts to wildly flail against your arms and shoulders. Her protests soon turn into unwilling moaning and her flailing subsides as she wraps her arms around your neck.

“Don’t drink that! That’s meant for my babies, not some stupid plant!” She begs as you wantonly squeeze down on her tit, squirting milk into your mouth. The lean, creamy and appetizing taste coupled with her moans and soft flesh fills your mind and you can feel something sticky leak out from the tip of your cock.

“I am Yggy!” You howl out as you lift Ingrid up into the air, one hand under her knees and one on her back. “Where are you taking me!?” Ingrid gasps as she’s hoisted high up into the air. You carry Ingrid like a bride over to one of the milking-machines dumping her roughly into place. “Ouch! Be careful you big buffoon.” Ingrid reprimands you as she’s put into position. Her breasts jiggle freely in the contraption while her shapely behind is pushed up into a good, inviting position.

You don’t really know how to operate any machinery but you take a guess and press a big, red button on the machine’s control panel and two big suction-cups rise up and wrap themselves around her tits. “No! Let me out!” She cries out in protest and starts kicking with her legs. It’s the only part of her body she can move now as her arms and middle part of her body is safely held down by the machine. An audible pop comes when the two suction-cups lock in place and after just a few moments they begin to pump.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god” Ingrid whispered as the milker started working, tugging and pulling on her big breasts. You let one finger travel down the sweaty spine of the blue girl’s quivering body and she shudders as touch her. “Let me out of this you god damned plant-fuck! Oh my god, fuuuck” She cries out as the first few jolts of milk come from her breasts and travel down the length of the tube. You can see how it drips into a tank on the side of the machine and for a split second you imagine yourself drinking the full tank of milk down.

You put one of your knees in between her legs and forcefully spread them wide apart as you mount the unwilling bitch, aligning your cock with her mound. She’s wet already and you can feel how her juices lubricate the tip of your cock even more. She yelps as she can feel the edge of your cock against her. “D-don’t! That lubricant, god it burns” She whimpers as the liquid she poured out on your earlier dribbles down her vulva.

You put both of your hands on her jiggly butt and squeeze lightly on it as you spread them wide open, debating which hole you should use first. “Agh, oooh fuuck” Ingrid moans as the machine picks up the pace, milking her like a cow.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

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But there aren't enough impregnated women, Anon…