Prompt of the Week - Week 170 Prompts
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Caring for a building-dwarfing macro boobtaurtrain comes with a lot of risks. Besides the crazy amount of weight gain from being encouraged to drink the excess milkfat until you're clogging hallways regularly just a year into the gig, there's always a teeny tiny risk that whatever boon made your boss into such a vast and beautiful cream factory is gonna rub off on you, too. (Un)fortunately for you, you only found out about that risk when your new racks started lifting your even newer legs off the break room floor.
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2025-09-30 15:41:34 +0000 UTCPeople still talk about that sea dragon thing. You know the one they say got tangled up with some demon lord under the ocean. Big cult down there basically worshiped her swollen body like some kinda living temple. They kept bringing her whatever she wanted – schools of fish, warm water currents, even weird tentacle stuff when she got frisky. Her belly grew massive over time. Like really massive. Could barely move anymore except to lie around in these underwater caves they fixed up nice for her. Acolytes were always touching her scales, helping her shift positions when the weight got too much. Whole thing started a year back after some dark ritual in the whirlpools. That stomach just kept expanding nonstop. Stretched so tight you could see veins pumping under shiny blue-green skin. Stretch marks looked like trenches cut by claws or something. Her sides bulged out so far people joked you could fit a couple of humpbacks if you curled them up just right. The demon baby inside kept squirming constantly. Made her gasp through those gills every time it moved. Cultists would rub oil on her belly when it acted up, which seemed to help sometimes or maybe just turned her on more. Their hands wandered a lot during those sessions. She sorta gave up fighting it after a while. Just leaned into the whole eternal pregnancy thing. Moans mixing with bubbles as they did their rituals around her. Always on edge but never tipping over completely. Just this endless cycle of almost-there under that dark sea.
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2025-09-30 05:24:50 +0000 UTC
