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Re: Mino (Prinny #471)
Mino felt tired, drained as the eggs continued to shift and move around inside her, and Rolas was no better, smiling and nodding as she shifted a little in her own bindings and moaned, her head tilted back, the tendrils caressing their bodies keeping them more then aroused as the teasing soft strokes travelled up their sides and over their breasts for a moment before moving lower. Over the next 10 minutes, both women would feel the eggs getting more and more active within them, Rolas slowly rolling her hips and groaning as they waited for the birthing. And then... Mino felt it, the first egg slipping out of her womb to travel through her flower and drop onto the ground where the egg shattered and a tiny tentacle spawn flopped out, flailing it's tendrils around, a core no bigger then a dime floating inside it as it drank up her fluids and was lifted by the tendrils to be pressed against Mino's chest, Rolas watching in lustful fascination as its small tendrils latched around her nipple and began to pull and suck, drawing her milk from her and feeding as the eggs continued to fall from her. When both of her breasts were occupied, and Mino noticed they were a big bigger then she remembered, a generous B cup at the moment, the tendrils would hold the new spawn while the two fed, replacing them. Rolas wasn't far behind Mino, giving out heavy panting breaths as the first egg slid from her, only to shudder and buck as it was placed on her generous chest, her milk being taken by her children as she looked down at it and came. So many eggs, so many small spawn to feed. It was bliss, the hypnosis lingering making the two women feel attached to the creatures and happy to feed even as their rears were filled with a single thick tendril, driving their pleasure through the roof as their wombs emptied.
When the last egg fell from her folds, it was filled with a thick tendril as well, starting to thrust in time with the one in her rear as she was forced to feed each of the small spawn she had birthed. When her milk ran dry about halfway through, a tendril pressed at her cheek which she and Rolas gladly took in their mouths, filled in all three holes as they were force fed something sweet and thick, their breasts starting to tingle as the stream of milk renewed.
Mino felt tired, drained as the eggs continued to shift and move around inside her, and Rolas was no better, smiling and nodding as she shifted a little in her own bindings and moaned, her head tilted back, the tendrils caressing their bodies keeping them more then aroused as the teasing soft strokes travelled up their sides and over their breasts for a moment before moving lower. Over the next 10 minutes, both women would feel the eggs getting more and more active within them, Rolas slowly rolling her hips and groaning as they waited for the birthing. And then... Mino felt it, the first egg slipping out of her womb to travel through her flower and drop onto the ground where the egg shattered and a tiny tentacle spawn flopped out, flailing it's tendrils around, a core no bigger then a dime floating inside it as it drank up her fluids and was lifted by the tendrils to be pressed against Mino's chest, Rolas watching in lustful fascination as its small tendrils latched around her nipple and began to pull and suck, drawing her milk from her and feeding as the eggs continued to fall from her. When both of her breasts were occupied, and Mino noticed they were a big bigger then she remembered, a generous B cup at the moment, the tendrils would hold the new spawn while the two fed, replacing them. Rolas wasn't far behind Mino, giving out heavy panting breaths as the first egg slid from her, only to shudder and buck as it was placed on her generous chest, her milk being taken by her children as she looked down at it and came. So many eggs, so many small spawn to feed. It was bliss, the hypnosis lingering making the two women feel attached to the creatures and happy to feed even as their rears were filled with a single thick tendril, driving their pleasure through the roof as their wombs emptied.
When the last egg fell from her folds, it was filled with a thick tendril as well, starting to thrust in time with the one in her rear as she was forced to feed each of the small spawn she had birthed. When her milk ran dry about halfway through, a tendril pressed at her cheek which she and Rolas gladly took in their mouths, filled in all three holes as they were force fed something sweet and thick, their breasts starting to tingle as the stream of milk renewed.
