Grubby Insides

attempt to show the slick'n'bouncy feel of his ovipositor, as well as how the secretion glands in the tip react when stimulated ;O

Safety first, can't have them spreading now, can we... 😮

do you tell the guy opposite you that you can totally see his throbby-positor... or just keep looking? 👀

Womb so fat you can feel its weight through his belly 🍑

attempt to show the slick'n'bouncy feel of his ovipositor, as well as how the secretion glands in the tip react when stimulated ;O

Getting his eggsac bred by a dazzling dragonfly 💦

Pinned down on cold concrete stairs by his contracting womb, an endless cycle of pulsating flesh and writhing bugs...

Video is here!
Well overdue for a redraw - the first time revealing his pregnant evertible womb 😇

no drawing yet but tinkering about with a wearable bugsac...? hollow and textured to penetrate or store grubs in 🐛

overflowing 🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛

His restless ovipositor was eagerly pumping more into the shallow water behind him. Here he could finally admire them, until the waves came in and took them back home. And then...

Well, perhaps the oceans were overdue for another Cambrian Explosion.

His everted ovipositor was seeking a suitable place to deposit his brood. And so, after wrangling the writhing organ into a loose-fitting pair of trousers, its instinctive twitching became his guide.

The tide pools, several of them already overflowing with trilobites.

Without resistance, flesh billowed into his tunnel, filling him from the inside out, his heavy womb and its many occupants tumbling down, down, down…
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The bulge in his boxers throbbed and tented, straining against its fabric confines.

What began as another uterine twinge had intensified into a persistant squeeze. The weight in his pelvis had grown so heavy that it couldn't be lifted, no matter how much he tossed and turned, or how hard he kneaded the taut skin. The only hope now was to surrender his body to the next contraction.

Each trilobite moved on its own looping path, content to trace endless circuits around the tiny ocean of his womb; but every now and then, that rhythm would be broken by the shock of an antenna probing at his cervix, and the resultant clenching of his uterus would send its inhabitants scurrying.

Chitin glimmered, antenna waved, gills breathed - until at long last, the creatures swam once more!

His belly rolled slow and heavy with their movements, its shape subtly changing as they swam and crawled en mass.

They had been cold for millenia, held deep in the earth; but now it was warm… so warm, and soft…

Cradled in flesh, the fossilised trilobites began to twitch and shudder. Their rough surfaces cracked and crumbled, eons of mineral deposit falling away like the shell of an egg.

Art by ffufix www.furaffinity.net/view/54212386/
The tickling of a hundred dainty legs, exploring every nook to find the perfect one in which to lay their eggs 🐛

A very self-indulgant comm by
@perunagekko.bsky.social
Slimy trails all over that sensitive organ~ Looks like they want to "stick" around too ;O

there's a Prop 65 label on the back

Phronima usually take up residence inside a salp, but this one has found a comfier shelter to live in...

When your reproductive system has been hijacked by parasites, it's easy to get ovary-whelmed 😳

bughumpin' 🐛🐝🕸️

Nematodes bursting from his ovaries, burrowing into his womb. Thoroughly infested, with no hope of ridding the parasites even if he wanted to - but would he want to...?

Anatomy of a Bugfucker™