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One day, the plant just appears in his room.
Hyeongjun's not sure where it came from or what it is, but it's pretty, in a nice blue ceramic pot. It feels familiar, too. It's comforting.
It grows steadily over the months, and sometimes Hyeongjun swears he can feel it watching him. When he jerks off, playing with his clit or curling his fingers in his cunt, he can feel a presence. And sometimes, when his mind is cloudy enough with arousal that he digs out that stupid rock and grinds against it until he cums, until he's loose and open and his pussy can swallow it whole, he swears he can see the plant move.
When it flowers, Hyeongjun doesn't pay much attention. It's pretty, he notes, and goes about his day, forgetting all about the blue flowers until he's home again. He waters them and changes into his sleepwear, crawling into bed and scrolling on his phone until he falls asleep.
He wakes up to a throbbing in his cunt and arousal pulsing in his gut. Blearily, he tries to reach for his wet pussy, stroke himself through the remnants of the wet dream, but he can't move his hand.
Eyes snapping open, Hyeongjun is hit with a wave of memories - the forest, the vines, the eggs. Just like back then, the tentacle-like plants are wrapped around his limbs, immobilising him as one such stem fucks his cunt. Hyeongjun moans, high and needy, and the plant responds, pushing another vine into him with no hesitation. He's already dripping, and the sloppy sounds of himself being fucked open only aroused him more. His ass has begun to leak slick again, an effect of the flower's pollen, and soon, a tendril is crawling into his tight asshole, stretching him open gloriously.
Hyeongjun moans deeply as the three tentacles thrust in unison. A vine nudges at his lips and he welcomes it gladly, swallowing it down his throat, deeper and deeper. As he's sucking, more tentacles push into his sloppy cunt, stroking his g-spot and nudging his slowly opening cervix. He gasps, and the tendril in his throat sinks somewhere in his chest, filling his esophagus. “More,” he tries to moan, and fails, only a garbled, muffled sound escaping his full mouth, but the plant knows anyway.
Another vine stuffs itself into Hyeongjun's ass, stretching his walls even more. He can feel the pulsating tentacles in his ass through his cunt and vice versa, the pleasure rocking through him in an intense orgasm. Squeezing hard around the four vines in his cunt, another pushes in despite the tightness, thrusting in deeply with no regard. It burns, but Hyeongjun is distracted by a third tendril entering his ass and worming its way deeper. His gut is stretched, the tentacles writhing visible through his flesh, his cunt and ass fucked open with sloppy, wet sounds, only made wetter when a vine wraps around his clit and Hyeongjun squirts, gushing his juices all over the tentacles and the bedcovers that are now about a metre below him. He didn't even notice himself being lifted into the air. He moans, and the vine in his throat twitches, entering his stomach.
Jerking in surprise and somehow, pleasure, Hyeongjun rocks down on the vines in his cunt. It seems to encourage them, targeting that spongy spot inside him relentlessly. He cums again, shuddering through it, enjoying the sharp pain as the tentacles slam into his cervix, seeking entry. His pussy throbs and juices fly from him with every thrust, mixing with the slick dripping from his ass. Inside him the vines twist and thrust until all at once, the tentacles in his cunt burst into his womb. Hyeongjun sobs, the pleasure so blinding he must black out for a second. With only a few more strokes, the tentacles begin to gush cum and Hyeongjun's eyes roll back. He cums dry, clenching hard around the vines filling him up as he's flooded with sticky, sweet goo.
Stroking the walls of his womb, the cum pumps into him, filling him like a balloon. His womb stretches and grows, not a drop escaping the neck of his cervix. His stomach churns and sloshes as cum is deposited into it, and his gut stretches too where the vines in his ass flood him. Alight with pleasure, his skin tingling and nipples hard, Hyeongjun writhes and moans, his body growing and swelling with the cum. It's perfect, just what he's been so desperate for. There's so much more than the first time, he wonders how he can possibly fit it all, and he's still wondering when he feels the first telltale bumps of eggs.
It's not just one vine this time, but two of the five in his cunt, and one deep in his ass, are stretched with the round, small eggs. They pop through his cervix and shoot out into his filled womb, swimming in the cum. The one in his ass buries itself deeply, pressing up against the ring of muscle inside him that separates his colon. The thick little golf-ball sized eggs begin to pump into him as cum gushes out of his nose and mouth, stomach overflowing.
Hyeongjun screams soundlessly as the eggs in his asshole knock against each other, pressing harder and harder until they breach his guts and begin to push inside. He cums hard, slick and cum and even piss soaking the plant tendrils and his bed below. His stomach swells impossibly, already huge, as if pregnant with full-term triplets, just about ready to burst out of him. But it's not done, not even halfway. Hyeongjun sobs, every crevice of his insides filled with eggs and cum. His body can't take anymore, but it does. He just keeps growing, the vines unable to keep him up and depositing him on his bed, still pumping him full. His belly hangs over his cunt and he can't see his own feet anymore. His gut is full and rounded with eggs, and he can hardly breathe for the cum gushing out of his mouth and nose. It's not only the tentacle in his stomach, but the cum from those in his ass, now shooting right through his body and out the other side.
It feels so good, so good. Hyeongjun feels like he's stuck, shuddering in the middle of the longest, most intense orgasm of his life. His vision blacks around the edges from the lack of oxygen and whites out from the pleasure.
He wakes up hours later to a knock on the door.
For a long moment, Hyeongjun's sleepy, fucked out brain has no idea what that means. But then he remembers he had plans with Jooyeon to play a new game that released, and it's probably his dongsaeng at the door.
Big problem - Hyeongjun can't move. He can barely see the door over the swell of his body. The eggs are still growing, hundreds of them, and Hyeongjun's pregnant belly spills over the edge of his single bed and filling the room, so huge and heavy that he can barely budge beneath it. His thin legs are pinned to the bed, still spread, red rings around his ankles. His cunt and ass are empty and nothing leaks out, his cervix and rim tightly clenched to keep all the eggs and cum firmly inside him.
The door opens, and to Hyeongjun's horror, Jooyeon steps inside.
The younger boy stares, his eyes wide, mouth dropping open. A loose strand of his long black hair sticks to his lips. Slowly, deliberately, Jooyeon closes the door behind him and steps forward.
“Joo-” Hyeongjun starts, voice wrecked by his fucked-open throat. He doesn't know what to say, how to defend himself. Instead, the growing eggs shift inside him and he moans.
Jooyeon moans too. “Fuck,” he whispers, approaching him. “That's so fucking hot.” He reaches for Hyeongjun's enormous belly and strokes over the tight skin delicately before pressing down hard. Hyeongjun moans again, his pussy throbbing beneath his swollen, egg-laden guts. Jooyeon’s hand follows his stomach where it spills, fat with cum and eggs, over the edge of the bed. He's so wide, so impossibly fat with pregnancy. As Jooyeon fondles and squeezes his excess belly, Hyeongjun feels himself getting wetter and wetter, until with a particularly hard push, he cums with a muffled shout.
“Gorgeous,” Jooyeon mumbles. “Fuck, do you have any idea how hot you look like this, Hyeongjun?”
Hyeongjun whines, high in his throat and shakes his head. Something wet hits his skin and he realises Jooyeon has just cum all over him, his cock sitting heavy in his palm. Still moaning and still hard, Jooyeon crawls on the bed, kissing over the round swell of his belly. He perches precariously, not daring to put too much weight on Hyeongjun, Jooyeon leans over and finally, they're both able to see each other's face at the same time.
Hyeongjun's cheeks burn, but Jooyeon's eyes are consumed with fiery lust. “Fuck,” he drawls, his free cock twitching against Hyeongjun's belly. “Look at your chest.”
Hyeongjun does, unsurprised that his flat chest has swollen into small tits. His nipples are rock hard and ache, so he pinches and rolls one between his fingers, moaning at the sweet relief. He keeps going, massaging his new breast until something wet spurts from his nipple. He groans and Jooyeon leaps forward to lick it up.
“So sweet,” Jooyeon moans, wrapping his lips around Hyeongjun's nipple and sucking hard. Jerking with shock and pleasure, more wetness sprays into Jooyeon's mouth. Milk, he realises, his pussy weeping.
“Please,” he mumbles, keeping Jooyeon's face pressed into his tits, drinking up his milk. “Please fuck me,” he begs, tears welling up in his eyes. Jooyeon hums and Hyeongjun groans at the vibration. He allows Jooyeon to raise his head and the other scrambles back, pushing and lifting at Hyeongjun's stomach until his cunt is revealed. Without hesitation, Jooyeon slams his cock into his gaping cunt and Hyeongjun gasps. He's so loose that Jooyeon's cock - not small by any means - hardly even touches his walls. There's something so hot about it that more slick leaks from him, but his cunt still throbs, unsatisfied. Jooyeon huffs, unsatisfied too. He pulls out, slipping his fist in instead.
“More,” Hyeongjun begs, and Jooyeon laughs, widening his fist until his knuckles brush Hyeongjun's g-spot. He moans and cries out, but Jooyeon's not done. He slips his cock back into Hyeongjun's gaping cunt, slotting it between his fingers to fist his cock too. Hyeongjun moans, clenching around him as Jooyeon, balls deep, strokes his cock slowly. He rocks his hips, impatient, and Jooyeon gladly increases the pace, jerking his cock off with his own hand, still buried in Hyeongjun's cunt. It doesn't take them long to cum together, the drizzle of white sticky inside Hyeongjun. He wants it just as badly as he wanted the plants, and he doesn't even need to express it before Jooyeon is fucking his cum deeper with his fingers, pressing it up against his tight cervix.
Hyeongjun moans and the eggs shift again, growing as the cum cushioning them is absorbed. There's a visible change in his stomach, and he knows he's almost ready.
Jooyeon struggles to situate himself, draping himself over Hyeongjun's spilled off belly to latch his mouth onto his other nipple, sucking dry for a few moments until the milk begins to flow. His fist remains buried in Hyeongjun's cunt, thrusting into him as he drinks his milk, grinding his leaking cock over his pregnant belly.
Filled with pleasure, Hyeongjun's mind clouds over, petting Jooyeon's hair. He sighs, the stores of cum inside him almost gone, the eggs huge now, each the size of a grapefruit, he thinks. They're beginning to move, to press against his cervix and stretch it open slowly. Jooyeon must feel the movement too, because a curious finger pokes into his full womb, stroking the ridges of his cervix as if enticing it to open more. Fucking it open like that, milk still flowing from Hyeongjun's tits, Jooyeon is able to work three fingers into his womb, then four, then his fist. Cumming, Hyeongjun moans and pulls Jooyeon off his nipple into a milky, sweet kiss. His juices gush around Jooyeon's arm, soaking his t-shirt. Smirking, Jooyeon pulls away to get a good view of Hyeongjun's gaping cunt. His hand nestles amongst the eggs and Jooyeon tries to reach deeper, his elbow pushing into Hyeongjun's pussy. He cries out as Jooyeon's hand wraps around an egg, and slowly, carefully, works it out of his aching cervix and into his canal. It fills him so good, the stretch even better with Jooyeon's fingers digging into his walls. Hyeongjun moans and shrieks as with a pop, Jooyeon's fist and the egg breach his entrance.
He holds it up in wonder, staring at the deep green shell. It's shiny, almost scaly, and wet with Hyeongjun's slick. “So fucking hot,” Jooyeon gasps, burying his cock in Hyeongjun's pussy as another egg pushes through his cervix.
Sobbing, Hyeongjun moans and writhes as his cunt clenches down, trying to squeeze the egg out of his stretched hole, only Jooyeon's cock is in the way, his cockhead fucking the egg back into him.
“So fucking hot, gonna keep you like this forever,” Jooyeon pants, the egg rolling against his cervix where he pounds into it. Hyeongjun nods, squeezing his aching chest, milk leaking all over him. Suddenly, he groans, his gut aching and squeezing down, pushing a huge egg through that tight ring of muscle, back into his ass. It shrinks his pussy, his wet walls clinging to the egg and Jooyeon's cock even more as he pushes the egg through his ass. It sits behind his puffy rim, desperately trying to escape. Jooyeon's finger strokes over the smooth shell surface where it pokes out, his rim not yet wide enough to birth it. With one finger, he pushes against Hyeongjun, forcing it back in. Hyeongjun whines and his gut tightens, pushing even harder, until his cunt stretches to allow the bulge of the egg to press beneath Jooyeon's thrusting cock.
The eggs press against each other through the thin skin separating them and Hyeongjun's eyes roll back, squirting all over Jooyeon as the eggs finally burst free.
Jooyeon cums too, painting his walls with semen, but he's so hard he just keeps fucking him, even as two more eggs begin to escape.
“That's it,” Jooyeon praises him as he pushes. “I'll fuck you through the birth, huh, baby, fuck the eggs right out of you?”
Hyeongjun nods desperately, moaning as the pair of eggs crown, Jooyeon's cock sandwiched between them. He can't speak for the pleasure, the way his holes stretch and pop back with a flutter as he gives birth, over and over again. His stomach slowly begins to shrink, but it's hardly a dent in the huge size of him.
Soon, the eggs are filling his walls, crushing Jooyeon's cock who just sobs in pleasure. They spill free of Hyeongjun easily, laying eggs all over his bed and the floor. He sobs and his cunt clenches, cumming again. The loss is unbearable, he needs to be full, needs to be pregnant, but he's shrinking now, his skin springing back into place so easily. He fits on his bed once again, his stomach still huge, but so much smaller. His ass aches and throbs as the last of the eggs from his gut is deposited on his mattress, and Jooyeon moves to fill him, thrusting his fist in and plugging him up. Hyeongjun sighs, relieved, and moans. The flow of eggs slow and with some careful manoeuvring, Jooyeon is able to latch back onto his leaking tits, gulping down mouthfuls of milk as his cock and fist fill Hyeongjun's holes.
When his stomach is small, maybe three or four eggs in his womb Jooyeon pulls out. Hyeongjun whines, mourning the loss, but not for long. Soon, Jooyeon slips his hand back in, forcing the egg that's trying to escape back into Hyeongjun's womb. He keeps his hand there, plugging his cervix, until his body relaxes and gives up. The clenching of his gut stops, and slowly, his aching cervix begins to return to normal. His tits have run dry, chest flat again, but his cunt is still loose and sloppy. The eggs remain buried inside his womb, his belly still swollen with pregnancy, looking as though he's about to burst with a normal, human child.
“Still so beautiful,” Jooyeon murmurs, stroking his stomach. “So impressive, so good, baby. You did so well.”
Hyeongjun can't help but smile, proud of himself. He's quite happy to stay pregnant forever.
Jooyeon cleans him up delicately, licking the milk from his chest and stomach, sucking his pussy lips dry. He even drinks up the slick from Hyeongjun's ass.
“You're so loose,” Jooyeon murmurs, easily slipping his hand inside Hyeongjun up to the elbow. Hyeongjun moans, tries to grind down against it, but Jooyeon stops him. His other hand presses in, stretching Hyeongjun open. It doesn't even burn, he's so thoroughly stretched by the eggs. Jooyeon moans and hums, freeing a hand to grab an egg. He pushes it inside, hand and all, two fists and an egg burning Hyeongjun with a pleasant stretch. He doesn't know what Jooyeon plans to do, but when he withdraws, he lies between Hyeongjun's legs, nosing and kissing his gaping cunt. Pressing his head against Hyeongjun’s opening, Jooyeon nudges his hole over and over until he gives, and his head is pressing inside. Hyeongjun gasps, wetness drenching Jooyeon's hair as he forces his head into his cunt. He screams and cums hard around Jooyeon's head, his nose being swallowed up by Hyeongjun's sopping pussy.
That's how he stops, mouth free to breathe as he grinds his nose against the spongy bundle of nerves in Hyeongjun's cunt. Jooyeon moans and rocks his body, lapping at Hyeongjun's impossibly stretched rim with his tongue. His hand reaches up to play with Hyeongjun's throbbing, neglected clit, thrusting his head into his cunt as his fingers jerk Hyeongjun's hard, tiny member. Moaning and writhing, rutting down on Jooyeon's skull, Hyeongjun cums so hard he forces Jooyeon out, a satisfying pop and juices gushing from him. Jooyeon cums onto the soaked bedsheets, knocking eggs onto the floor. Luckily, they don't break.
Like that, they both lay there, panting for breath. With a pleased sigh, Hyeongjun runs his hands over his pregnant belly. Jooyeon shuffles up the bed next to him.
His pussy and ass are empty and throbbing, but Hyeongjun is soothed by the fullness of his womb. Still, compelled by whatever has its grips on him, Hyeongjun gathers his eggs from the bed and pushes them back into himself, until his canals are peacefully full. Satisfied, he and Jooyeon organise the eggs in his soaking bedsheets, keeping them safe and warm, before, tangled in each other, Jooyeon's mouth absentmindedly sucking on Hyeongjun's puffy, still leaking nipple, and cock buried inside him, he passes out.