jiggle appreciator

25. mdni - no age in bio=blocked! transsexual as fuck. sideblog. everything here is fantasy scenarios by consenting adults :3 ~cis people please kindly see yourself out~

[bouncyk1tty]

hiii!! welcome to my kinky sideblog :> hard kinks here like cnc, detrans/misgendering, occasional fauxcest so dont scroll further if u dont wanna see that.

im a t4t androgyne. im also chronically ill, autistic, and a system. im intersex and have been transitioning for 9 years in a variety of directions. most recently i have been on estrogen. i dont have tits. im kinda bi but mostly lesbian. im usually a sub and a bottom.

u can call me kitty. i dont really care what pronouns people use for me. header is me.

i write original content sometimes, it’s tagged #mine! i’d be honored if you enjoy my writing. please consider tipping me on my ko-fi!

i also post on AO3, but i have more stuff on here atm. if you wanna check me out over there pls do! my user on there is neptunecat.

if ur a minor or have no age in bio, i will block u. trans people feel free to message me but i might not reply.

everything on this blog is fictional and consensual within kinkspace, i do not condone any of these things in real life.

im into:

breeding/pregnancy (esp forced), re-feminization / ftm detrans kink, really any kink related to transing your gender, cnc, weight gain/belly expansion, monsterfucking, gore, praise, medical, bondage, latex, exhibitionism, fauxcest, ageplay, intox, hypno, somno, and lots of other stuff too.

limits:

not interested in weight loss, deadnaming, diapers, scat, vomit, burping, or overstim. i dislike bioessentialism, altho i sometimes write cruel bioessentialist characters who are delusional within the fictional world.

thanks for coming to my page ^_^

[lifeinpoetry]

“When I’d first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior. I wanted to see him far more naked than he was with his clothes off.”

— Angela Carter, from “Flesh and the Mirror,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

[a-state-of-bliss]

Tatyana Usova @ John Galliano Fall/Wint 2009

[likemonalisa]

Gemma Ward, Vogue Italia, 2008

[thoughtsofamarguerite]

butch with their wrists bound together by their own belt, their pants dropped down to their ankles, and their sports bra hiked up just enough and over so that their breasts are exposed. you agree reblog

[kidnapbaitss]

sometimes you might be like oh no my post flopped it only got like 3 notes how sad. but think about it this way imagine 3 women breaking into your home pinning you down and raping you and. and nmfghjdmngm. mfhrkfnrnuofke.. uh. uhm . tbink oabout that

[prettybreedingangel]

you should be able to show an ftm girl's doctors her blog where she talks about being forcibly detransed so they can stop prescribing her hormones and have her impregnated instead <3

[bouncyk1tty]

"So, how many months along are you?"

Your face reddened in response to the unprompted question. The truth was, you'd just gained a little weight recently. Your boyfriend took such good care of you, always cooking for you and offering you help with all sorts of things.

Later that night, you told him about the embarrassing question from the stranger. "He thought I was pregnant. It was so awkward!"

"Aww, honey," your boyfriend said, coming around behind you to put his hands on your modestly round belly.

Then he continued, "You know... the truth is, you are pregnant."

"What?" You assumed he must be making some kind of joke.

"Yeah." He gently squeezed and fondled your soft tummy. "Back in September, I impregnated you. I thought you would notice, but I guess you didn't."

He sounded completely serious, but it was too ludicrous for you to believe. Surely you would have noticed sooner! How could he know when you didn't?

"I wanted you to have my babies, so I put one in you. Can you blame me?"

You looked down at your tummy. It had grown a fair bit in the last couple months. You realized suddenly that you really did look a few months pregnant, and the reality of this began to sink in. If your boyfriend really was serious, then it would certainly continue to swell day by day until you were much bigger. How big would you get, you wondered.

He continued stroking your tummy, a soothing sensation that kept you grounded in your body as you struggled to process what you had just learned.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Babe, I put a baby in you. I knew right away. I tracked your cycle, and made sure to take off the condom and cum in you as much as possible on your most fertile day. You didn't even notice that I creampied you, 'cause you were all blissed out from coming so hard. But I filled you so full you were dripping, and you said it felt soooo good."

You couldn't believe your ears. He had planned it out in advance and not told you a word. Now here you were, with his baby growing inside you. And he was so proud of himself for it, for taking advantage of you and breeding you as if you were his property.

"Why didn't you ask me about this?"

"Babe, you're my girlfriend. If I want to have a baby with you, then you'd do that for me, right?"

You remained silent for a moment, noticing the tight feeling in your belly with this new knowledge. This was so difficult to process.

"Besides, you look so beautiful. You're glowing, just like I knew you would. It's like you were made for being pregnant." He stroked your belly in big circles with his hand.

"M-made for ..."

"Come on sweetheart, look at yourself." He gently held your shoulders and turned you to face the full-length mirror. "You look just as gorgeous as I thought you would. And you've been doing so well. With my baby inside you. Your pregnant belly suits you so well. You were just made for getting knocked up, how could I not?"

You looked at your reflection as all the pieces fell into place. You had certainly had some powerful food cravings recently, cravings which your boyfriend had so helpfully cooked for you every time. Then there were the missed periods, something that you hadn't paid much attention to since it used to happen to you all the time. Your swelling belly and breasts were easily chalked up to weight gain.

The person staring back at you in the mirror was definitely pregnant--how could she have not noticed it already? She was indeed glowing, looking plump and round. Her boyfriend held her tenderly, with a look of admiration on his face and a possessive hand on her belly.

He pulled you close and gave a long, soft kiss on the side of your neck, then began stroking big circles on your belly again. You kept watching yourself in the mirror. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered to you, "You did such a good job of taking my cum. I've never regretted breeding you one bit. I'm so lucky I get to be the one to make you a mother."

You looked down at his hand on your belly as he continued to speak. "Please tell me you're not mad at me? I really thought you would notice. You do want to stay together and start a family, right?"

"Of course!" you said, your heart pounding.

"Good." He kissed your neck again. His hands drifted up to your breasts, feeling their heft and caressing your sensitive nipples through your shirt. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too."

"Now, what do you want for dinner?"

[serenadeformice-deactivated2025]

She gets hungry late at night.

You know this, it's fine, you've gotten used to the feeling of her rousing from sleep and slipping out of bed. She's very careful not to jostle you too much in the process, but it's unfortunately inevitable she wakes you up anyway when you're sleeping on a decade-old double mattress. On the rare occasions you murmur something she stops and runs her hand through your hair and soothes you back to sleep. On the rarer occasions you're awake by the time she returns, her hands are always so warm, her breath rich in the smell of toothpaste and mouthwash.

You're not sure what makes you rise the night you decide to do so. Perhaps it was that she left in a particular hurry, such that she had no time to soothe you back to rest. One way or another you do rise, though, and you tip-toe out from the bedroom and down the hall and the stairs thereafter, and you linger just outside of the ring of light produced by the fridge as she rifles through it.

She pulls from the back of the fridge a long heavy thermos, which you had assumed held her coffee, pre-brewed for tomorrow morning. When she opens it, however, it is filled with meat. Raw meat, bloody and red and dripping and rich in the scent of murder. You cannot believe how sharp her teeth seem to be as she rips into it, taking no caution to stop the blood dribbling down her chin. She is soon drenched, gulping it down like a predator in those nature documentaries she's so fond of. You don't know what animal the meat is from. The scraps of skin dangling from it don't seem like animal flesh at all.

You stay there watching her for a very long time. When the thermos is empty and she straightens her back she turns and looks directly at you, where you thought you were hidden in the blackness. Your heart goes cold. She is drenched in a beautiful sheen of crimson down her chin, much of it cascading down onto her bare chest. She runs a finger through it and licks it clean while she stares at you.

"You know," she says quietly. "Sometimes I imagine it's you."

"Ready to go back to bed?"

You try not to think about how warm her breath feels on your neck when you're back beneath the sheets, her arms wrapped around your waist. You try not to think about how long she kisses you for, or how her tongue flicks across the surface of your skin as though trying to discern your taste. You try not to think about yourself as shreds between her teeth. You don't succeed.

[milkyboytoy]

i can’t stop thinking about getting bred by a tgirl and being forced to watch my body slowly refeminize itself… her telling me that she’s so proud of me for becoming her perfect lesbian breeder 😵‍💫

[ftmtfwaifu]

do i look like "ftm" material? meaning "first-time-mother" of course~ 💗

[fidelcostco]

[milkyboytoy]

i want to wake up to my boytits at least three times the size as they were before. i want to feel my shirt, that was once oversized, feel tight around my chest. i want to try and squeeze into my binder, but have to wear a bra instead. i want to watch them bounce in the mirror, completely confused by how they got so big overnight.

forced breast growth >>>>

[toygushes]

breast expansion ♡

breast expansion through pregnancy ♡

breast expansion through induced lactation ♡

breast expansion through weight gain ♡

breast expansion through plastic surgery ♡

breast expansion through inflation ♡

unexpected breast expansion for mysterious magic reasons ♡

deliberate breast expansion out of booby greed ♡

breast expansion as part of a hucow transformation ♡

breast expansion as part of bimbofication ♡

breast expansion that feels good ♡

breast expansion that pops your buttons ♡

breast expansion that makes you cum ♡

breast expansion that makes you gush with milk ♡

realistic breast expansion going up several cup sizes, getting stares wherever you go because your tits are spilling out of your bra ♡

breast expansion that starts slow but gets out of hand because you end up wanting more and more ♡

hyper breast expansion so massive that you're bound to a life of constant pumping and breeding ♡

♡♡♡ breast expansion ♡♡♡

[slvtslvtslvt]

okay if this post gets 50 notes within the next 10 hours i won't wear a bra or binder to go see my friends tonight

and if it gets to 100 you'll get to choose if i should wear a tight top on top or my pushup bra

[bigbreedingstud]

I need an eager lil knotpocket that's begging me for a litter while I mark them up with claws and teeth and a bulging tummy

[bouncyk1tty]

monstrosity: a tale of transformation

6 months ago, you had some of the best sex of your life. The girl with the strange and beautiful face brought you into her room and filled you up like it was her job – no, her passion. She didn't say much, and her quiet presence had a compelling, magnetic quality that you couldn't forget. Everything glowed that night; even the streetlights felt warmer than usual. Warmest of all was deep in your belly, where a part of her remained even as you made your way home, late at night, when the streets were deserted, except for you and your erotic euphoria, and the handful of snowflakes that had begun to fall.

5 months ago, something seemed different. A new spring in your step, a new strength when you carried a heavy box, hair that curled more than it used to. You didn't suspect anything at the time, but in retrospect, you'd begun to notice it even then.

4 months ago is when you started to suspect something was changing, although you weren't sure what. The hairs on your belly were growing in thicker, and you were hungrier than you used to be. And yet, you felt good. Your body felt warmer and stronger all the time. Your family asked you what had changed, but you didn't know; you told them you'd been working out more, but omitted your certainty that that was a result, not a cause, of these changes.

3 months ago, you came down with a strange illness. It wracked your body more violently than any infection you'd had before, keeping you in bed for almost a whole week, barely able to drink fluids. As your fever raged, you had strange dreams of bodies unraveling like spools of yarn, knitted into gory tapestries with which you decorated your home, and the overwhelming smell that came from them which seemed to stick with you even after you awoke. When you finally recovered, the world seemed to look different, the colors a little brighter and stranger; but you thought perhaps it was just the burgeoning spring sunshine, otherworldly in comparison to your endless week trapped in bed.

2 months ago, you could no longer deny that you were undergoing some sort of transformation. Ever since you recovered from your illness – a bad flu, maybe? – you had been insatiably hungry. Your skin was starting to feel different too, tougher, almost scaly on your elbows and knees. Your body hair continued to thicken, your teeth lengthened, and your face looked different in a way you couldn't put your finger on. You weren't the only one who seemed to be changing, either. It seems like some of your friends have a different colored light behind their eyes these days too, and a different angle to their shoulders.

One month ago, your hunger raged on no matter how much you ate, and you started to become aware of some deep-down craving that you just couldn't satisfy. Now and then, you caught a whiff of something that smelled just right, but you couldn't identify what it was. Your other changes had continued to progress too, to the point that it was sometimes difficult to recognize yourself in the mirror. You began putting the pieces together, that these were the very same changes that had begun even before your strange illness, the ones that had started over the winter; the same changes which some of your friends, too, seemed to be going through.

Last night, you gave into your newfound craving for the first time. You finally figured out that the scent that had been nagging you was the very same one that had been stuck in your nose when you awoke from your gory fever dreams: the smell of human blood and flesh. The deep-seated need to satisfy your craving easily overcame whatever pity you might have had for your victim as you tore them to shreds with your teeth and your hands. You basked in the feeling of their blood spurting onto your face, and the delectable crunch of bones between your jaws. The vision of their viscera splayed out on the ground, framed by a spreading pool of blood, was like a masterpiece. Even after your belly was full and almost none of them was left, as you headed home feeling fully satisfied for the first time in a long time, you kept rolling around that spectacular image in your head.

Tonight, you're going back to see that girl again. She'd been haunting your thoughts lately, and you just couldn't resist. You need more of her in you.