Xenobiology Lectures Gone RIGHT

Kink Warnings: Obscene language, prolapse, Egg laying, seriously the language is obscene, Farting, juices from butts.


[19:34] Azhalgor Sordaskhal was just one of many students sitting in awe. Most of them couldn't believe that space exploration would happen in their lifetimes — never mind so soon — yet Azhalgor was old enough to realise that this was a possibility. He never expected to be taught about those things by a bubblegum-haired professor, though. ... A bubblegum-haired professor who looked like she was 9 months pregnant. This was a supposed adventurer! One who had laid claim to the stars, and started to study a myriad of creatures in the wide universe. ... How she did that whilst pregnant was beyond him.

But, that was beside the matter. This 'Sasha' was giving a lecture about her visit on Prometheus IV, about the proper etiquette of studying life on these planets. There were rumors about the life on that planet having. ... Unique effects on humans that went there. Caution was advised, but those were just rumors, right? ... Oh how wrong they were. There was a funny smell in the air, and Sasha could feel something in her guts moving. The smooth, dull floor of her lecture space wasn't going to remain dull for long. ... Perhaps the high-heels and business suit weren't so practical. But then, it was either that, or reveal how swollen her asshole had become each time she bent over in her spacesuit.

[19:45] Sasha Wikstrom rubbed her belly, the gurgling ache making the juices of her stomach slosh. She knew the risks when she went to Prometheus IV on a xenobiologocal expedition, but what she hadn't expected was how... Sore... It would leave her. It had been along week with a pack of Dracoreg beasts, and she felt like her poor pucker would NEVER close again. Still, with some effort including the skirt, panty hose, and general pantsuit, she'd managed to stuff her wrecked pucker back into place enough that it only looked like a fudge glazed donut.

The rolling gurgle in her guts drew the pink haired explorer back to the real, Sasha barely quashing the thick "Flrrrt" down into a miniscule "Plrp" that only darkened the already opaque hose. Okay, she could do this. Heels clicked, and the spotlight glared, Sasha walking with short, measured steps to the waist high podium, her microphone hooked to her throat so she could display the array of specimens on the table. Every step had her stuffed belly slosh, her pucker trying to suck in her pantyhose beneath the skirt, but she contained herself, for now at least. Taking a moment to breathe, to center herself, the bubblegum xenobiologocal specialist began to speak. "Thank you all for coming out on such short notice, my name is Sasha-" Her gut gurgled, and she paused. "-Ahem, Professor Sasha Wikstrom, and I'm here to teach you the habits and behaviors of Prometheus IV's Dracoreg beasts. Before we begin, who here isn't familiar with my paper on their pack habits? "

[19:52] Azhalgor Sordaskhal had the unfortunate benefit of having heightened senses. He could smell something. ... Bizarre, and his ears flickered when he heard that sound. 'Was that really her?' He thought to himself, looking up at her with a doe-eyed expression. His mind was so full of questions that he didn't even notice her own! He was wondering how true those rumors could have been. It was fortunate for Azhalgor that another student raised her hand, one further at the back. She, clearly, hadn't smelled the scent, nor heard the noise.

"Was that the one disproving the 'common knowledge' about Prometheus 4?" She asked, a meek and nerdy looking girl with a mess of brown hair and thick rimmed glasses. Some things never changed, unlike Sasha's ass.

[20:04] Sasha Wikstrom was already a peculiar scent, but Azhalgor had the pleasure of smelling thick, pheromone scented sweetness wafting off her body... No... No, this was out of her ass. It was powerful, to him at least, and others with similary sensitive noses picked it up too, pants around the auditorium tenting in a primal reaction to the pheromonal expulsions.
The girl with the brown hair was a welcome relief, Sasha swallowing heavily, her stance widening, allowing her to clench her puffy donut together between her cheeks as she spoke. "That's... Nnnf... That's the one. Most people think the Dracoregs are actually a..." A pause, her cheeks flushing as another creeping, sweet scented "Flrrrrrt" filled his ears and nose... Noone else had heard that, though, judging by reactions "... Ahem, sorry, the Dracoregs are NOT a hivemind, they actually possess a near human intelligence. My time spent with them was very informative, if a little intense." She added a smile to the end, trying to focus on how her bowels were shifting, her asshole attempting to recreate its now natural state of floppy and wet and leaking.

[20:10] Azhalgor Sordaskhal could definitely tell that the scent came from Sasha's anus, now. ... Well, anus. It was probably more like a pussy at this point, if she couldn't even hold in her farts. This gave some credibility to his theory about the adverse effects of the planet's fauna on human biology. But these was only one person who could well and truly answer his question. That was why Azhalgor raised his fluffy hand, hoping to attract dear Professor's attention.

"Does the Dracoreg's biology influence human biology? Or is that only an empty rumour?" Bad timing, especially with the fact Sasha's once-anus kept on repeatedly trying to become an asscunt. Things were only going to get worse, and of course someone had the lip to ask about that rumour! Was that deliberate? She could see how he sniffed, and his ears flickered whenever she made noise. Somebody was catching on.

[20:20] Sasha Wikstrom paused, the question itself wasn't unusual, but the man had been staring at her since the lecture started. Did he know? Was she that blatant? Her body tensed, the half dozen eggs inside her guts shifting, the stress of Sasha's worry pushing them up, as if ready to birth, her honey flow increasing. "Hah.. Good.... Good question. They DO have... Have an...." Her pupils dilated as the rush of endorphins blanked her brain. Her jaw fell slack and what escaped next couldn't POSSIBLY be hidden or masked.
BLRRRRRRRTCH! Her guts rolled, her hose ripping with a SHRRRRRIP as what looked like a pink sock fell out under her skirt, drooling some obscene, thick, wet substance that laid a haze over the room, Professor Wikstrom groaning as practicality answered her question. Yes. Yes it DID affect human biology, the drooling honey from her wagging, gaping, prolapsed asscunt flooding her mind as a second FLRRRRRRRTCH ripped loud and clear through the room, Sasha moaning her continuation. "This is... Nnnnnfuck... This is a practical.... Practical demonstration of.... Ooohfuck... Of Dracoreg egg laying! Gather.... Gather around!"

[20:27] Azhalgor Sordaskhal didn't see this coming. Nobody did. There was musings all around the classroom, nobody knowing what exactly to do. "Is she serious?" "What the fuck?!" There were tons of whispers, and someone looked like they were going to hurl! That was the first person to storm out of the lecture room, and wasn't going to be the last. There was a series more of people escaping from the obscene scent, nearly half of the lecture escaping to try and regain their senses. ... As for the rest, they only moved closer. Azhalgor was one of them.

He should have asked questions, wondered what the fuck had happened to Sasha. Had she just prolapsed? What was that pink thing near the bottom of her skirt? None of that mattered, though. The scent had flooded his brain, completely and utterly. All he cared about was sex, he wanted to bend her over and fuck her ass and pump her full of cum, and his hand was suddenly grabbing his cock. When did he pull it out? Who cared? He certainly wasn't the only one. Even that brown haired, thick glassed girl seemed to have joined in. ... He never suspected her to have a penis, but here they were. Jerking off side by side as they took in the scent of Sasha's broken asspussy.

[20:34] Sasha Wikstrom honestly probably wouldn't have had such a potent effect if she weren't such a powerful psyker in her own right, but lust radiated out, mixed with primal need, Sasha soon had the remaining members of her symposium gathered around her. Her jaw hung slack, drool off her tongue, eyes glowing with pink love hearts as the first egg lined up. Azhalgor and the girl were closest, and thus caught the brunt of the first true wave of her NEED.
Her asscunt's drooling prolapse puckered, squelching and SHLRRRPing as her first egg pushed up past the bend, bringing with it another wave of FLRRRRRTCH. "Ohhhhhfuck... Here comes... Here comes the first egg! Watch! Grab my... Grab my ass cunt, milk the donut until I shit the cum soaked egg out!" She demanded, uncaring who or what did it, her guts turning as another BLORCH filled the auditorium, slamming her lecture students with raw, animal lust.

[20:41] Azhalgor Sordaskhal went up in tandem with miss glasses, working together with her to obey Sasha's mental commands. His hands went towards her thick cheeks, ripping skirt and hosen out of the way as he spread her ass wide open. Miss glasses when went to work, doing her half of the equation.

The girl grabbed the prolapse with one hand, squeezing it with a deathly grip was she watched Sasha's reaction. She felt the pleasure, smelled the lust. She brought the bright pink guts to her lips, kissing the prolapse and slurping out the obscene mixture of cum with a noisy 'slrrrrp!' This was mixed with the wet 'slp slp slp' of the girl jerking off with her free hand. She panted a heavy moan from the sheer ecstasy of the situation, before starting to do something else. She started to push the pink prolapse back inside! Practically fisting Sasha's ruined asshole as she pushed the pink guts back in. She reached inside, brown eye wrapped around her hand like a lip-locked lover, the girl pushing her hand inside until she grabbed the egg! Only then did she start trying to yank her arm back, hoping to pull out the egg and reveal Sasha's gaping asscunt — at least, before it prolapsed back into an ovipositor-like state. That'd probably be only a few seconds, but it'd work wonders to see how deep they could look inside.
[20:47] Sasha Wikstrom might have been fair skinned on her own, but as Miss Glasses and Azhalgor got to see, that pucker of hers was deep brown, and even as her guts were pushed back in, the cum SLURPED out of them to provide a more clean tunnel for the egg's path, the pair of jerking companions saw clear up past the bend, even around the girl being almost elbow deep in the Professor! The egg moved, with each tug a splrrrtching fart bubbled more cum and honeyshits around her, Sasha holding onto the table, presenting that fat ass of hers, clapping her cheeks together as the persistent, powerful tugs filled the air with rapid "Plrt Plrt Plrt" sounds like a machine gun firing off pheromones. "Pull! Pull harder! Force it out... It... Nnnf... It needs cum to hatch! It needs to be out, push on my belly if you have to!"

[20:53] Azhalgor Sordaskhal was going to be the one pushing on Sasha's belly, his hand gripping the swollen mass and pressing down hard! Miss Glasses did her work on the other end, her heels digging on as she started to slowly pull the egg out. The egg's visible bulge on Sasha's stomach slowly shifted as the two worked together, until finally it was out! Miss Glasses turned towards the glass, showing the obscenely slick object, before putting it down on the ground and doing what the professor asked. 'fapfapfapfapfap!' She grunted, she groaned, she whimpered as her cock pulsed with life, the thick, soft pillar of meat dangling as she beat it off rapidly, until finally her musky, tar-thick cum erupted out, covering the slick object in salty semen. ... It did nothing to avert her boner, however. She was going to be here a while.

Meanwhile, Azhalgor still pressed down on Sasha's belly, forcing the eggs to line up one after the other on their way to escape. "Shit this one out, OK? Then we're going to fuck your asspussy once it's empty. Give those ruined guts of yours a new purpose," Azhalgor told her, his other hand still rapidly pumping his cock as he watched her shit out those alien eggs.

[20:59] Sasha Wikstrom groaned her way through each egg, the first was the worst, everything else was a longer, wetter, pucker flapping affair. The 'lips' of her juicy, cum crusted donut puckered and kissed each egg as it left.
FLRRRRRRTCH went egg two, followed by SPLRRRRT SPLART from three and four pushing free in rapid sequence, five came alone, though Sasha's helpers certainly wouldn't be coming alone! SPPPPPLORCH went five, and finally, the loudest and most pent up, SQWERCH went six, with it her guts inverted, that floppy asscunt of hers needing to be restuffed again, Sasha losing her footing in the tidal release of shitter honey and Dracoreg spunk, the speaker wagging her 'tail' as she lapped at the floor, the constant drool of honey keeping her mindlessly, animal levels of hungry, ready to take two fat, juicy cocks into her secondary cunt, to be BRED like a wild bitch!

[21:07] Azhalgor Sordaskhal and Miss Glasses were finally joined by the other students, who freely started to freely jerk off onto the six eggs rolling around on the ground. Soon, the six were covered from top to bottom in pungent student spunk, and Miss Glasses went to Azhalgor to help him out again. Her 'expertise' in fisting made her the one to force the prolapse back into Sasha;s asshole, until there was a cavernous lovetunnel for the two to align their cocks with. Azhalgor took the top, pressing his body against Sasha's fat ass, and Miss Glasses went underneath, nestled between the Professor's breasts. "Fart on our dicks, please1" Miss Glasses pleaded, the two frotting their dicks together and grinding the pair together right around her swollen, brown shithole. "Then - Then prolapse onto them so we can fuck it!"

[21:14] Sasha Wikstrom grinned, wiggling that fat, juicy ass happily as she drew in a breath. They wanted it, then they'd have it! Tensing up, feeling the frotting cocks drooling their slimy prenut along her shithole, applying 'lipstick' to the mouth of her pucker, she pushed as hard as she could. "Here... Here it...." FLORRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPT went her shitter, a hot, gooey blast of honey, beast cum, and pungent fuckstench SOAKING both cocks as her prolapse, loose as it was, came sliding out with an obscene SPLORCHING sound, enveloping both dicks in pure heavenly wetness, the pink sock and brown eye of her asscunt sinking together down to double stuff the slutty professor with her students' cocks. "YES! YES~! Gutfuck my asspussy! Give me new cum to shit! Make me pregnant again! I need... Nnnfuuuuuck... I need you both to rape my floppy sock of an ass until I'm drooling cum!" Squealed the bubblegum babe, bouncing wildly, squelching the cocks up and down, gripping her prolapse on the outside to jerk them off DEEP inside her.