I usually go to bed stoned in my briefs, passing out cold on my stomach in bed. I often dream about waking up to a thick cock slamming into my boycunt, already leaking loads that had been fucked into me while I was asleep. Maybe even someone who broke in night after night without being caught, stretching me open and getting me used to a sore and creamy boycunt. Until the moment they decide they don’t care anymore, my boycunt is so used to being bred at night I can’t sleep without a dick in my boycunt, so who cares if I wake up. I’d struggle at first but eventually I’d give up, the pleasure of coming over and over no matter if I’m asleep or awake driving me over the edge. I’d be so in and out of consciousness I wouldn’t even notice my belly starting to swell until I’m rolled onto all fours and can feel how heavy my belly is, swinging with every thrust.