Thread by @LPSunBun

Noncon, oviposition, trans Dirk // It's an order- all humans have to assist in the breeding of trollkind. Since they can't contribute genetic material, they'll have to incubate eggs instead.

Dirk, self-sacrificing and protective of his friends, won't let Roxy go through it.

He argues and fights and gets them to agree to give Dirk her batch as well- he'll take all of them. He knows it will push his body to the limit, but- the idea of Roxy being violated in such a way makes him sick. He'll do it for her.

The drones show up on 6/12.

They're massive, hulking creatures that Dirk has to meet on the roof. Luckily it's sundown, so he won't bake alive in this process, but the Drone barely let him deploy the mattress before they're pushing him down with a mechanical mindlessness.

Dirk doesn't know if they need to fuck like true beings- but they certainly do it anyway. There's three in total- one prepper and two layers.

They put him on his back on the mattress and the prepper holds Dirk's legs open and his hips up.

Dirk stares at the sky.

He feels it's cock probe at his entrance, at his cunt, and slither inside. It's flexible and extremely narrow at the tip. It secretes a thick slime that quickly coats the inside of Dirk's cunt. It dulls pain and amplifies pleasure, but it takes a minute to start taking effect.

The Drone's cock writhes inside of his cunt, wiggling deeper and deeper until it's pressing right up against his cervix.

Dirk breathes out slowly as the Drone shifts. The tip of it's cock pokes at the tightly closed ring of muscle, rolling over it, coating it with slime.

Dirk's groin is throbbing with heat. His chest is hot. His dick aches, but he knows better than to do anything but passively accept this.

The drones get forceful if they think he's resisting.

There's a throbbing ache that quickly swells in pain, deep in his belly,

as the Drone's cock starts probing at his cervix. It's thin, tapered tip shoves at the muscle, tiny little fucks that has Dirk exhaling sharply and clutching at the mattress.

It throbs painfully- but the pain is dulling, is becoming more pleasurable, sending pulses of heat

instead of throbs of pain.

The Drones don't care. Dirk lets himself moan weakly. His eyes roll back as the Drone's cock thrusts forwards, forcing his cervix open.

He can feel the tip of the Drone's cock wiggling into his womb and it feels so high in his belly,

a place he can never reach himself. Right up behind his belly button, an intense, core-wracking pleasurepain jolting through him. He doesn't want this, hates the fish bitch on high for making him go through this- but there's a needy little part of him that

whines about how /good/ it feels, to get played with in such a manner.

The Drone, now that it's gotten into his womb, starts fucking. It bucks forwards and fits more and more of it's cock into his womb, coating the insides of it with that slime, prepping his body for the eggs.

The cock has to start coiling in his womb, with how much is being stuffed into him. He can see his belly starting to bulge as his womb is stretched and massaged from the inside out- and it feels /so fucking good/.

Dirk gives in and moans helplessly as the Drone fucks him.

It's a heavy, heady, all-consuming pleasure from his body being played with, his cervix being fucked open wider and wider on the tapered tentacle, amplified from the shame of knowing his body is being used by the greatest enemy of humanity and he is /letting it happen/.

He doesn't know how long the drone fucks him for, but when it finally stills his belly is distended and bulging, a thick coil of tentacle stuffed into his womb and filling it with slime.

The sensation of it pulling back is a great rush of sensation as his belly is emptied.

His womb aches, stretched out and suddenly empty, his cervix trying to squeeze closed but helpless and gaping.

He can see the long, thick tentacle protruding from the Drone's groin as it stands up and steps back. It's as long as Dirk's fucking leg-

and about as wide as his calf at the base. It slowly starts retracting into the Drone as the next one steps forwards, grabbing Dirk's legs and lifting him up again. Only his shoulders are on the mat as the Drone kneels.

Drone dicks come in a couple of different flavor,

strangely enough. The preppers, with their long fucking tentacles right out of a bad hentai, the layers with the thin, long shafts that drop small eggs and the Large Bastards with horsecock dicks who drop the Big Eggs.

Of course the bitch sent two large bastards.

She wants to make Dirk pay for his impudence.

It's cock slides out and goes rigid, with it's flared tip and long shaft. The Drone wastes no time, shoving it's cock into him and Dirk moans helplessly at the feeling. Fuck, these bastards always have to fuck hard before

they can wedge their flared tips in and start laying eggs- and this one is no different. Fat, heavy, gut-pounding horse dick is plunged into his stretched-out cunt and batters against his cervix, thrusting hard and firm and slamming against the ring of muscle that makes Dirk

seize and choke with every thrust.

Dirk is vaguely aware of the panting, whining noises falling from his mouth, the babbling words, helpless gasps and moans, only able to focus on the thick horsecock pounding him open.

Dirk cums when the Drone wedges it's dick into his womb.

His body finally submits and the flared tip is fucked inside and slams up into his belly, his stomach bulging out in response.

Dirk's eyes roll back and he cums, cervix squeezing down, legs jerking, tongue out. Cunt gushing wetness.

(The ahegao face had started as an ironic joke, but the more Dirk pretended to do it when cumming, the more genuine it became- until it became instinct to stick his tongue out and roll his eyes back as he reaches orgasm and moan like a pathetic, needy bitch.)

The Drone fucks another thrust or two until it feels it's flared tip caught against Dirk's cervix and it stills.

It doesn't move a bit as eggs start sliding down it's shaft. Dirk can feel them against his walls- but they force their way through his cervix and it makes him gasp.

Each one presses him open in a firm, unyielding stretch as it is deposited in his belly. Really, this feels even better than any other thing, getting egg after egg dropped into his belly. He loses count, mind going hazy, but he cums at /least/ twice from it.

When the Drone is finished, it pulls free with a hard, firm yank. The feeling of it's flared tip pulling free makes Dirk jolt, another weak orgasm rocking through him.

The second Drone takes it's place and shoves right in with it's horsecock.

Because of the first one, it only has to thrust a couple of times to sink it's cock into Dirk's womb. Dirk moans weakly as it pushes home, but lets it happen.

This time it's harder. His womb is already heavy and almost full, so each egg thrust into him is

accompanied by a jolt of discomforting pleasure.

Dirk cums again on this one's eggs, but it's weaker, some of the numbness starting to slip away. His cunt throbs uncomfortably, but there are more eggs.

His belly distends further. It's not just the usual swell of small eggs-

The Drones are giving him the big fuckers, the twice-the-size-of-chicken-eggs fuckers. He's going to look massively pregnant by the time that this Drone is done.

He pants wetly, helplessly, waiting for it to be over. His belly is full- too full, and the /eggs aren't stopping/.

He watches in resigned horror as his belly continues to swell, jolting with every egg put into his womb.

Finally, /finally/, it stops. No more eggs come. The Drone yanks it's cock out and Dirk spasms slightly and then it's just the final stage.

The prepper drone steps up and kneels down. It lifts Dirk's hips up to it's- face? Maw?- and shoves it's tongue into his cunt.

Drone spit is sticky and disgusting and takes /forever/ to dissolve without a proper compound. The Drone presses it's tongue right up against

Dirk's cervix and sends a river of spit down its curved trough of a tongue, coating Dirk's cervix with the faintly-gelatinous liquid. It solidifies in moments, trapping the eggs inside of Dirk's womb.

The Drone pulls back, drops Dirk to the mattress, and they leave.

Dirk cradles his belly, groaning softly. Everything aches, his belly is stretched to the limit- he can /barely/ reach his dick, but he can- so he furiously rubs one out, curled on his side with his heavy, distended belly full of eggs.

The drones will be back in a month once the jelly has been dissolved to induce labor and collect the eggs. For now, Dirk just has to live with his egg-laden state.

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