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nanowrimo ramp-up #2
today i wrote 1697 words of gears of war porn. mostly featuring, uh, a dude getting pumped full of mutinogenic slime through his dick.
AN EXCERPT:
uhhh you know how i've talked about how inflation is hot sometimes but not when everybody's bodies are made from stretchy rubber and it's just like *steadily inflates into a cartoonish sphere*?? i guess the implication there is what i like is: dwelling on how you can't just pick an orifice and shove slime into it w/o expecting serious medical complications
i mean, he'll be fine. stratton's entire characterization in this is "i want a big dick", like, the locust capture him and perform dehumanizing medical procedures on him and he's like "well now i have a big dick. even if it's yellow-grey and covered in warts and comes green chemical slime. i guess i'm okay w/ this". and then marcus is like 'you'll get a bigger dick if you let me pump you full of eggs', so, uh, he does. AND THEN, in the scene above, a lambent drone is like "well to get the eggs out we need to grow yr dick, because you are gonna lay them w/ yr dick (which technically speaking is now an ovipositor but w/e" and stratton is like DID YOU SAY THIS IS GOING TO MAKE MY DICK BIGGER and demands more, more, etc.
after this he grows a ridiculously gigantic dick and is woozy for the next week before his body really catches up to how he essentially has a whole new limb that also needs a ridiculous amount of blood to get hard.
oh yeah and it's ~gears canon~ that the berzerkers (read: the biggest and most aggressive locust) are the females, and then there's some stuff about institutionalized rape b/c that's the kind of thing the gears of war series is. but here it's like, sure if you want to call that "m2f tf" then i guess this is m2f tf.
yup this sure is idfic!!!
AN EXCERPT:
Stratton collapsed forward, head resting on the lambent drone's shoulder. The tendril twitched inside him, gushing another spurt of raw imulsion inside him. He let out a wracking sob, tears dripping down his face. His entire body tensed, hands clenched tight, skin shiny with sweat.
"Keep going," he panted, sobbing between heaving breaths, whining from the pain with each new gush, balls and prostate beyond overfilled. Locust skin was stretchy, way more than human skin, but even he was reaching his limits -- his balls ached, like lead weights hanging from his crotch, lopsided double-fist sized each, churning and lurching as he clenched and relaxed, itching and burning everywhere as the imulsion soaked into him. His prostate felt like a second bladder inside him, flooded to bursting, each clench of his abs sending a ripple of pain between his hips, the throb like a second heartbeat.
All he could think about was the pressure, the spidery spread of passages and glands inside him, all stuffed with imulsion: balls throbbing, the looping cords weaving through his sac and then up inside him all perfectly delineated inside him by the steady throb of pain. He could follow the squirming passage back to his prostate, corridor flexing open and closed as he tried to pull his balls up, a fresh squirt flooding into his bloated, overstuffed prostate each time he relaxed. And higher up -- leeching into his bladder, a steady throb higher up to where he knew he was holding all those eggs. Imulsion battered at the few still-sealed pathways deeper inside him, the internal burning growing until it felt like a pyre under him, burning at whatever substance was holding his womb closed.
Dimly he could hear the drones around him talking, laughing: some of them were betting on him, on how long he'd last; if he'd give up before he really did rupture something.
It was a relief when it burst, barrier giving way, imulsion audibly gurgling up into his womb and bathing his eggs early, a new reservoir to hold the excess, to abate the pressure inside him. But it was one that filled up fast: the tendril looped around itself to shove through his broken cervix, and then pump after pump flooded his womb directly, sloshing inside him as the pressure grew again, until the excess squirted down his cervix, the smack and slurp of his muscles vainly trying to push it out loud in his ears.
uhhh you know how i've talked about how inflation is hot sometimes but not when everybody's bodies are made from stretchy rubber and it's just like *steadily inflates into a cartoonish sphere*?? i guess the implication there is what i like is: dwelling on how you can't just pick an orifice and shove slime into it w/o expecting serious medical complications
i mean, he'll be fine. stratton's entire characterization in this is "i want a big dick", like, the locust capture him and perform dehumanizing medical procedures on him and he's like "well now i have a big dick. even if it's yellow-grey and covered in warts and comes green chemical slime. i guess i'm okay w/ this". and then marcus is like 'you'll get a bigger dick if you let me pump you full of eggs', so, uh, he does. AND THEN, in the scene above, a lambent drone is like "well to get the eggs out we need to grow yr dick, because you are gonna lay them w/ yr dick (which technically speaking is now an ovipositor but w/e" and stratton is like DID YOU SAY THIS IS GOING TO MAKE MY DICK BIGGER and demands more, more, etc.
after this he grows a ridiculously gigantic dick and is woozy for the next week before his body really catches up to how he essentially has a whole new limb that also needs a ridiculous amount of blood to get hard.
oh yeah and it's ~gears canon~ that the berzerkers (read: the biggest and most aggressive locust) are the females, and then there's some stuff about institutionalized rape b/c that's the kind of thing the gears of war series is. but here it's like, sure if you want to call that "m2f tf" then i guess this is m2f tf.
yup this sure is idfic!!!
