but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control
Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both
Trying to concentrate in a meeting while someone swirls their tongue around your nipples, maybe you're hooked up to an industrial strength milker, or someone is clearly fucking your tits, and you're just trying to stay still and quiet and not moan
Consider a binder shaped portal marketed to get you 100% flat no matter the size of your tits for half the price of a normal binder
Of course, the company selling it never mentions that they'll make up for the loss by renting out their tits or that the binder can't be removed during paid use.
A few unlucky boys end up with users who hook them up to cow milkers for 8+ hours a day, so even when he's finally free to remove the binder, his tits are larger and heavier than ever before and leak uncontrollably so he's forced to keep using the portal binder because no normal binder can contain his constantly leaking udders
Let's host a party where I leave you here all night, and you're a party favor to the guests! Sure, they can stick their cock in you, but they can also gently tease your clit, slide a finger inside you, or maybe smack your ass a few times. Maybe I'll gag you too so all we can hear is your little squeaks and moans.
One of my fav object birth concepts is like, farmer or gardener who just.. gives birth to a bunch of fruit and vegetables.
Like, feeling all the different shapes inside them each day, pressing out against their tummy... the feeling of contractions, knowing that their harvest would soon be ready. The smallest things like cucumbers or lemons and limes come out with no effort at all. Struggling a bit to get the next batch of produce out, squatting down with their legs spread to make room for the medium-sized fruit and veg. They grunt out a few apples and oranges, huffing with effort, savouring the girth of an eggplant that slowly slides out. Then the largest produce always gives them some trouble. They have to ease out the bigger things like squash and grapefruits, slowly pushing out their prized harvest. By the end of it all, they're surrounded by a nice harvest of different fruits and vegetables.
Obsessing over how it would feel if a cockroach humped my ovary directly. Don't care how it got in there but it's there and I can't get it out. Cumming from roach rape in public and in front of loved ones cause I can't stop it or control when it wants to breed. Being forced into near constant ovulation which just warps my libido even worse.
Growing more and more roach babies in my womb that you can see them swarming my ruined ovaries through my skin. Two lumpy masses hanging from my lower abdomen, one often bigger than the other as my offspring gangrape me. Going to some guy in an alley who says he's a doctor and asking if it's normal only for him to tell you of course not! And it's disgusting that I keep cumming from something so nasty and violating... but he can fix me.
Cut to him violently assaulting my infested ovaries, crushing and beating them mercilessly in what he calls "pest control". He does it all for me since I'm too useless to do anything but cum anymore. Getting flooded with his putrid cum because he said I need "human dna" to take back my reproductive system from my insect rapist brats. He makes sure lots and lots of other strangers come by and dump loads in me because it's what my body needs to be healthy and normal again.
But turns out if you mix stranger's potent hyper sperm with half breed rapist roaches you get cockroaches the size of full-grown german shepherds with cocks to match still desperately in love with molesting their dads bloated, insect infused ovaries...
tboy priest who is trying his best 2 do good works n clean the grossest parts of town and b servant to every man. dens of infested freaks n pent up hyper cocks that want the worst kind of service. humbled himself too hard now his cunt is so loose and nasty he cant go back. praying tht he doesnt like it as much as he does.
Ugh I am a sucker for corrupting a priest, a tboy priest even better. Imagine how proud he'd have to be after being accepted into that position! I mean I wouldn't care but you gotta assume it meant something to the man! And he clearly takes it sooooooo seriously because soon he's out doing the most noble work he can think of.
Obviously, it has nothing to do with being grossly pent up himself, his vow of celibacy in direct conflict with the potent t he's been pumping into his body. It's just that the rates of perversion in his town have been skyrocketing and it's his duty to address these people and provide a better way!
But a lot of these people can't seem to listen, if they could just listen, he could reach them. He has so much compassion for their struggle, no wonder they can't hear a word he's preaching over the sounds of sloshing, grunting, and slurping. It must be impossible to focus on anything but your dick if you have four dozen roaches crawling in and out of it... smegma so thick and creamy you could spend days digging it out of their foreskins and still have several inches left. And when you're so busy with your dick or cunt you have no time to keep the flies from squeezing into your nipples...
His t-dick is twitching... he must be so excited to help these people...
Clearly before they can be cleansed spiritually, they need to be cleansed physically. So, he gets started. He originally had some gloves and towels and scrub brushes, etc. but most if not all of that got slurped down inside one hole or another, which actually made cleaning out all the gunk more challenging. It became easier to just roll up his sleeves and go in bare handed.
The more he digs out of the various strangers the worse the room smells, several of them plastering him with "fresh" cum. He didn't realize just how many colonies of larvae he'd disturb, they're all over him, crawling in his ears and mouth. Just as he pushes shoulder deep into a particularly stuffed womb, scratching at a bloated ovary, one of the cocks he had unclogged an hour ago, goes and plunges into his soaked cunt.
At first his heart sinks, he's supposed to be celibate... but, this isn't "sex", right? He's still just cleaning their cock... yeah, polishing it with his tight, touch starved cunt. There must be a few more liters of backed up ball sewage at the bottom of their sack, once he milks it out, they'll be ready to receive his message.
Unfortunately for him those "few liters" were more like ten gallons now flooding his womb with angry, virile sperm the same size as the writhing, fat bodied maggots mixed with it. After that he concludes that using all is holes will be way more efficient than his hands alone, at this rate all these strangers with be ready to join his congregation by the end of the week...
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Of course, that never happens. He spent the next month taking more cocks than he could count, slurping on prolapses he couldn't tell whether they were wombs or intestinal, cleaning cunts and donuts, deep throating nipples that spewed more maggots than milk. He doesn't like it... he doesn't... he doesn't!!! He's a man of the cloth or whatever... but his tdick has never felt better than the moment his collar ripped... unable to resist the stretch of the three hyper dicks that were using his throat that day. God forgives all things though, right?
Girl who has portal panties and a portal mask, who wears them out almost every day. She's got them on public access but she's so used to them and so prepared it's almost gotten boring. She'll wear pads to soak up the small loads people pump into her cunt and wont even blink when the next 5in cock pushes past into her mouth.
Girl who has a long trip ahead of her and wears her portals out. But traveling out into the country side she feels something different. The cock pushing into her pussy is tapered and thick and its fucking her so fast and Fuck! is it getting bigger? Fat doggy knot swelling in her cunt, stretching her out before it starts pumping her full of mutt sludge. She'd be moaning but a massive musky horse cock has forced its way into her throat and people on the train are staring at the bulge in her throat and all the spit pouring down her neck and onto her tits.
The knot finally tugs out of her and the deluge of canine spunk soaks through her pad staining a dark spot in her shorts. But it's not nearly over. She's stuck for hours, too cock drunk, shaking and cumming too hard to turn off the portals as each dog and horse and pig and goat glazes her insides with an animal cocktail. Her shorts and shirt ruined with a thick sticky mess of cum.
oh, to be a trainer being tied to his massive rillaboom via his vines to serve as his cockwarmer. watched and helped grow and evolve, now its like he's keeping us. at elsst the gorilla pecs make great pillows
Ohh heeeelllllll yeah 😍 That doesn't sound like such a bad time at all 🤭
once again i will be thinking about eels eating someones ovaries and replacing them so theyre nothing but a breeding system forever... look at that mouth ... perfect for sucking and tearing mmghh ... would make a perfect fleshlight too
Bringing this back because NOTHING is more hot than someone with a clearly defined fetish I can play into. I want you stuttering and begging for it as I'm completely unaffected.
hey if you're transfem you don't have to call yourself amab just so you know. if you're transmasc you don't have to call yourself afab. if you're nonbinary you don't need to use either. no one needs to know. thats a thing that happened to you once. you wouldn't call yourself a walmart resident because you needed pasta one time and that was the only thing open
people are so weird about cnc and I always just want to look them in the eyes and say “you are getting mad at people for playing pretend. you are getting mad at people for saying ‘raaar! I’m gonna getcha!’ you are not a serious person.”
so much ink and tears have been spilled theorizing that rape kink is about trauma and social anxieties and power fantasies and sure maybe. but I think we’re just mammals who like pretend danger in our play just like every other mammal ever. because we have evolved to find that fun. and the only difference between play-wrestling in bed and pulling out the fuzzy handcuffs is commitment to the bit
Fantasy tf featuring a “knight” and his squire, the latter of which is the only one who knows that his master is actually a horrific arthropod with a carapace that can be configured to take on any shape, color or texture. At the end of the day, the squire dutifully cleans every inch of his knight’s metallic chitin, not that the monstrous warrior needs another set of hands to do that for him. He polishes each plate to a mirror-shine, until he can see his face reflected in each one, subtly distorted by the slight whorls in the organic surface.
Someday, he hopes, his master will induct him, not only as a meager knight but as a creature greater than feeble men of soft flesh. He strokes his own skin inside his bedroll while his master sits across from him, unsleeping; he passes his fingertips over his joints, pressing them into his limbs until he can feel the long bones of his appendages, as if by kneading his skin and muscle he could coax an exoskeletal armor from within himself.
The day finally comes. He’s traveled with his knight for years, and on the third anniversary of his becoming a squire he is to be knighted. There is no ceremony, only his master roughly awakening him and dragging him out of his bedroll. For the first time, he sees his knight’s plates slide away, revealing his soft innards: pink and crimson musculature contracts as if winking, iridescent fluids coat every cord and membrane. He doesn’t realize that what he’s looking at is a mouth until he is pulled inside, his smallclothes quickly discarded so that he is shoved, naked, inside of his master.
He never realized how roomy it was within the plates of his knight’s armor, how easily he could fit inside. The squire never imagined such softness to be hidden within his master’s shiny steel facade, nor how good it would feel to be enveloped from all sides in such tender, secret flesh. Inner appendages work their way into every hole they can reach, stroking every sensitive surface of his skin. All the while, he can see out of his knight’s visor as he goes about his day, as he continues his duties for the next several weeks.
By the time his skin has melted he’s in a state of perpetual orgasm, the loss of his dermis doing nothing to blunt the constant pleasure being wrought upon his nerves. The formation of the plates of chitin he had sought for so long is, unfortunately, too painful to ignore even in the throes of ecstasy he’s bathed in for weeks, so the knight has to seek the deep wilderness to hide his shrieks of agony as the transformation comes to completion.
Finally, the metamorphosis is complete. The creature’s plates reopen and out tumbles a new, shiny knight, its chitin resolving into gleaming silver. The squire-child looks up at its progenitor, thankful to be made into something superior to men, something older than kingship and more beautiful than any gem shaped by mortal hands.!he rises, and the two embrace, armor clinking together as a silent understanding passes between them.
yeah we're putting you in the machine, sorry. yeah it sucks out your soul and puts it into a doll body. it's 140cm tall and you can't talk but you have really cute doll joints. most of the dolls you'll see have genitals but you won't because i dont feel like giving you them, you can watch all the other dolls have sex and you can try to rub the flat stuff down there but it won't do anything. the closest you can get to cumming is snuggling your owner, which is me, and you'll get addicted to it really fast because of it. yeah no you still cant talk to express your displeasure at it but you can grab at me longingly and look up at me with your big adorable doll eyes but it'll just make me want to snuggle you, which again you'll be ok with. also your human body will still be doing stuff, it just won't be ensouled. when you look at it you won't recognize it. you'll probably lose your memories of being human, anyway. sorry. it has to be done.
keep in mind i am not a biologist in any way but my understanding of it basically goes
the period is all hormones. if you have the hormones but not the uterus you can still get everything except the bleeding from the uterus. yknow because your body can't detect that one peripheral but the rest of the program still works
the actual cramps and pain aren't from the uterus they're from the muscles around the uterus squeezing it, which you have even if you don't have a uterus
so if you're a trans girl you can't shed the uterine lining obviously but you can still get things like fatigue, cravings, mood swings, back cramps, and breast tenderness
this isn't really a thing common to trans women either. there's a bunch of ways cis women and other uterus havers can have bloodless periods too (stress, diet, birth control, anovulation, apparently thyroid issues sometimes) no matter what some terfs on reddit want you to think lmao
this would have just stayed in my tags but then i literally had someone try to do it to me so now it's actually on the post
also no you weirdo saying trans women can and often do have hormone cycles that mimic a period, and they should be allowed to call it that because if they had a uterus they probably would be bleeding from it also, is not in any way erasing transmascs. what the hell
no one on this website is into modular synthesis except me. im gonna weaponize the objectum tumblr users on here to getting into electronic music or something i need more people to post it
jingling patch cables at you. cmon look at her. isn't she so pretty? don't you just want to plug into her holes and make her scream for you? cmon you know you want her. give her knobs a twist. caress her frame. make her yours (for a frankly insane amount of money why the hell is modular so expensive lmaoo)
