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Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)
Alexis was left there for the better part of several hours, just, horny and full, before the gold started to eat the latex she'd been coated with, growing larger in the process, the violets moving to help.
Without a clock to tell exact time, she couldn't say for sure, what she did know was that she'd gotten a decent nap in, before her stomach started to shift, and one of the violets suddenly filled her cunt, waking her up with a harsh moan just as she was lowered, the eggs starting to drop from her while the gold moved down to collect each one, and put it in a small pouch it had made.
Again the amount of orgasms exactly matched the amount of eggs she laid, and the spider that had filled her as she was lower, gave her one more before she started laying as it bathed her womb in something thick and sticky, the substance relaxing her considerably as the eggs were gathered.
But soon enough she was free-ish, since she'd kept her bitchsuit on, and the Gold was spending its time trying to figure out how to give her the sack, before flailing and sticking it to her collar, before shrugging at her apologetically.
Alexis was left there for the better part of several hours, just, horny and full, before the gold started to eat the latex she'd been coated with, growing larger in the process, the violets moving to help.
Without a clock to tell exact time, she couldn't say for sure, what she did know was that she'd gotten a decent nap in, before her stomach started to shift, and one of the violets suddenly filled her cunt, waking her up with a harsh moan just as she was lowered, the eggs starting to drop from her while the gold moved down to collect each one, and put it in a small pouch it had made.
Again the amount of orgasms exactly matched the amount of eggs she laid, and the spider that had filled her as she was lower, gave her one more before she started laying as it bathed her womb in something thick and sticky, the substance relaxing her considerably as the eggs were gathered.
But soon enough she was free-ish, since she'd kept her bitchsuit on, and the Gold was spending its time trying to figure out how to give her the sack, before flailing and sticking it to her collar, before shrugging at her apologetically.