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hey i'm roman, i draw pornography. love mpreg, love feet, love old balding men and fucked up twinks giving birth. simple as.
kink stuff you'll find here:
graphic labor/birth (including: birth denial, unaware/cryptic pregnancy, clothing birth, and just about every combination with the other bullet points bellow)
90% transmasc preg
genderweird and/or fantasy preg (ovi, combined genitalia, tf ect)
gore/blood/limited violence
pain/suffering/peril
Crimes Against Humanity (body horror grotesques, dystopian horrors, playing god)
corruption/objectification/dehumanization
horny psychic stuff
some scat/watersports
fast and loose consent scenarios, bad ends and stuff you just dont need to think too hard about
things i won't do/won't interact with:
lolisho, underage, anything below age 20
detrans, '''fakeboys''', any negative forcefem for the sake of transphobia
incest that isn't a horror/drama subject
directly explicit rape for the sake of rape
bestiality/feral (harkness test/vibes based for fictional creatures/monsters)
not pro not anti but a secret third thing (30+ years old). it is a human's divine right to create, but i don't have to talk to you.
you can find my nsfw preg content here:
pillowfort (kink only)bluesky (any/all nsfw)
What does hypersexuality look like from a workforce drone? How is it dealt with?
reeducation is the usual procedure; just set them up with a psychic indoctrinator and it can usually hammer out short term aberrant behavior. unfortunately, most cases of workforce aberrance is from repeated behaviors usually incited and encouraged by managers and other civilian superiors; far too many like to harass the workforce under their authority. this gets trickier to isolate and deal with when a manager has a 'favorite' they want to keep around and any treatment of aberrant behavior brought on by their abuse is ultimately up to them.
lobotomies are another method for correction, but it's considered a last resort for more violent and disruptive aberrant behaviors due to the hit to the worker's functionality. even psychic wipes are too risky for the worker's health; they don't exactly have a lot of brain plasticity with the limits put in place to keep them so dedicated to their jobs in the first place.
overall treatment is to be harsh and swift to prevent any aberrant behavior spreading; their psychic link with their coworkers makes that extremely easy, and a mass exposure situation can wipe out entire employment rosters. with current policy towards minimizing psychic trauma disorders, a company can't afford to just have a worker 'disappear' without a complete brainwash of everyone else on that worker's shift.
i cant read lmao i didnt answer the first part of this question. anyways,
workforce bodies are not meant to be touched by another, and their physiology and psychology is designed around that. however, this design has only gone so far as to prevent the psychological need for physical contact; the desire can still be provoked, and while modest physical affection can be brushed off as benignly unproductive, something about being introduced to sex just makes something snap in their brains - an as-of-yet unfixed issue regarding the heavy psychic conditioning and the attempts to downplay the need for physical contact backfiring entirely.
since workers don't have genitals, you'd think this wouldn't be an issue. in practice, they end up finding more abstract ways to get off(?), if someone hasn't already shown them methods to pleasure themselves. manual stimulation of the anus/urethra is a given, even after efforts to remove prostatic tissue and reduce sensitivity in those areas. fingering the stoma orifice that they hook their feeding tubes up to is also unfortunately common. stimulation of ear canals and nostrils have been reported, too; pretty much any physical stimulation outside of their work environment is completely novel to them, so their pleasure-seeking impulses can lead them down some strange roads.
this is also why pairing this behavior with their connection to their coworkers is so dangerous; entire factory populations could just devolve into utter hedonism if left unchecked. not to mention cases of aggression from acting out aberrant behaviors and attempting to assault or otherwise proposition civilians and superiors triples when they have safety in numbers.
overall, its a completely disruptive issue to the workplace, and takes a toll on the condition of the worker as a result. its inhumane to take a worker out of its designated environment, introduce new concepts to them, and expect them to function as normal from then on.
in a society where reproduction is fully industrialized, undergoing pregnancy personally is probably something only the real freaks are into. and the really, really rich.
What does hypersexuality look like from a workforce drone? How is it dealt with?
reeducation is the usual procedure; just set them up with a psychic indoctrinator and it can usually hammer out short term aberrant behavior. unfortunately, most cases of workforce aberrance is from repeated behaviors usually incited and encouraged by managers and other civilian superiors; far too many like to harass the workforce under their authority. this gets trickier to isolate and deal with when a manager has a 'favorite' they want to keep around and any treatment of aberrant behavior brought on by their abuse is ultimately up to them.
lobotomies are another method for correction, but it's considered a last resort for more violent and disruptive aberrant behaviors due to the hit to the worker's functionality. even psychic wipes are too risky for the worker's health; they don't exactly have a lot of brain plasticity with the limits put in place to keep them so dedicated to their jobs in the first place.
overall treatment is to be harsh and swift to prevent any aberrant behavior spreading; their psychic link with their coworkers makes that extremely easy, and a mass exposure situation can wipe out entire employment rosters. with current policy towards minimizing psychic trauma disorders, a company can't afford to just have a worker 'disappear' without a complete brainwash of everyone else on that worker's shift.
to keep up with the libido and attention spans of civilian bodies, most public spaces employ ceiling-mounted pleasure attendants to distract and entertain clientele. this versatile model of wetware is grown directly from a building's nervous infrastructure; providing self-sterilizing, hermaphroditic organs that are supported by a neural core and sensory organs that can perceive the anatomy of clientele and transform to accommodate them. a combination of muscle control and released hormones during copulation brings the client to orgasm swiftly and efficiently, in time for their name to be called or their train to reach their station.
unless otherwise stated by company policy, establishments owning a public use attendant may not use the instrument as a collection tool for illegally obtaining sperm and eggs from free civilians. owners of the instrument may not jailbreak or otherwise tamper with the instrument's sterilization glands, nor give the instrument HGH shots to enhance the organs beyond their manufactured design.
designing basic workforce drones for my horny meat-based dystopia world. they're only slightly above a wetware tool like an incubator or a pleasure attendant, but underneath the threshold of humanity that belongs to free people. standard features of the Workforce include:
no mouths (no need to talk beyond basic signals, no need to eat when nutrient paste is pumped into their stomach)
no genitals (sex is a distraction from productivity, and it isn't necessary for them to reproduce among themselves in the first place)
perfectly conditioned into contentment with their job and day to day schedule; a complete lack of curiosity towards anything not relevant to their work lets them stay on task
a mild psionic connection with other Workforce provides social enrichment without disrupting productivity
warning: attempts to liberate or otherwise remove a Worker from their environment will result in a rapid mental collapse. prolonged exposure to physical contact may result in obsessive, attention-seeking and hypersexual behaviors. Workforce are not suited for domestic use.
i mean i guess its pretty hot to make a civilian a broodmother, but like, that shit's expensive with very little payoff. you're basically just paying to kidnap, biosculpt and hormonally rewire a glorified conversation piece for the home. you aren't getting more than like, ten or twelve heads out of that, at best, and even then the gestation time is abysmal.
now, a manufactured incubator, that's worth your money. they spit out a hundred heads a month on average, if you prime them properly and have the right setup for them. people like to bring up the upkeep costs, but if you're running your own head market or breaking them down for materials, it's just good business sense to get a real bag for production. you don't even need to pay for stud shots; just have you and the lads pitch in every weekend, make a game of it.
'oh, it doesn't feel anything', 'oh, but it doesn't scream' - do you want an efficient piece of equipment, or not? no? get outta here with that, go dump your load in an attendant's hole and come back to me when you're thinking with your wallet rather than your dick
read the brood dystopia and… It is lightly implied 17 is still working well because of our little tech protagonist? Because I think its a thing where pregnancy is more sucessfully achieved through multiple rounds. Or maybe they just built old wetware different
incubator fertility starts to decline after about 25-30 years of regular use, 17 is just on the latter end of that period. its just that most incubators are retired due to physical wear and tear rather than reaching the end of their fertile period.
they kind of do build newer gens of wetware differently; planned obsolescence n all that, but replacing low-grade industrial bags isn't as profitable as rigging the higher end civilian incubators to break after a few dozen singletons.
imagining a post-gender society not from any sort of enlightenment towards identity but because its been deemed that 98% of the populace identifies as workforce and is manufactured without reproductive organs or any secondary sexual characteristics. the other 2% of society is post-gender because they can buy bottom surgery at their local convenience store
I was curious how much dystopia kink there is on tumblr and went searching. Found your recent birthing factory post. I'm not usually into anything involving birth but that got me a bit hard.
It's also just well written dystopia fiction
I want to do non-birth dystopia kink stuff too in the future, it's a very.... Particular but also vague thing to find arousing. Went on an odyssey trying to find ppl also sexualizing exaggerated dystopian worker drone concepts and all I got was latex kink and hypnosis. Like nah I support you guys but I was hoping for indentured servitude
I might actually pivot this blog to just broader horny posting, which is still going to be like 90% preg gooning but also I need to talk about Other Shit that sometimes overlaps but Not Always
Non-sentient bio-machine broodmother porn. Don't look at me.
The incubator factories weren't glamorous places. A far cry from the fancy, pristine facilities reserved for designer repro firms. These lower class factories were called 'bag rooms', and the reason was straightforward: these weren't people, at any point.
Bags were wombs first, with some supporting wetware and a life support drip. No limbs, no brains, barely anything that could be considered 'human'. Human shaped incubators were reserved for the upper citizens. Bags just popped out workforce.
Bag rooms only needed one or two technicians sitting in, mostly to be there for cargo drops or any bad vitals readings. They tried to train AI to do it, but it it went predictably disastrously when the AI started inducing them prematurely. AI, however, couldn't fuck with the Bags like a human would. Which is to say, purposefully.
A gravid Bag was a grotesque sight, for those too used to human-shaped full or partial incubators. They barely registered as human, if at all, and a lot of techs treated them appropriately. Manhandling them on and off of their meathooks, roughly pulling out ripe cargo before they could squeeze them out by themselves. Some techs liked to take their frustrations out on them, too; slapping or hitting ripe Bags that weren't spilling on schedule, fingering and fucking the ones that were freshly emptied. The bosses didn't care, as long as they still met quota. And a Bag was more than capable of taking punishment.
No. 17 sagged nearly to the ground, where it hung on the factory floor. Its gravid weight stretched its skin to the limit, and it was marked with dark stripes to show for how many loads it carried. It was an old model. This would probably be it's last few batches before decommission, but its productivity had yet to slip; so, they kept it on the hooks.
It had been there since before the nightshift tech signed onto this job. They always kept an eye on 17, fascinated by the resilience of such an old and outdated Bag. When it spilled, it spilled; the cervical sphincter opened in minutes, and the birth canal was so stretched and loose from over the years that it had no issue squeezing out two, three, sometimes four heads at a time. The Bag itself barely twitched, barely contracted as it's brood tumbled sloppily out of its hole. When it was empty, it looked like a deflated balloon of flesh dangling from its hooks. The vibrant pink tube of its cervical prolapse dragged along the concrete floor and dribbled the rest of its amniotic fluids into the drain.
Nobody cared if the tech stepped in to have some fun with 17, especially after spilling and before getting refilled. They liked to make their own 'donation' of genetic material, before giving it a stud shot to grow a new crop of cargo. The number of workforce heads that technically came from Bag techs on the clock was probably not insignificant.
The tech rubbed their cock against the open mouth of the Bag's exposed, bloody cervix; already hard after watching the last haul drop out of them. It had been 20-count, a good crop for a Bag their age. The younger Bags struggled with anything over ten, getting too tight and volatile until their water broke from the tension and then wasting hours ineffectually squeezing out heads one at a time. Of course, in time, those fresher Bags would be as easy to birth as 17. The other techs preferred to stick their dicks in those, and they could use the excuse that they were stretch training the orifice.
17's completely inside out birth canal was a slick, smooth sock that the tech gripped as they stroked themself, effectively masturbating into it rather than fucking it. They grabbed handfuls of the heavily stretch marked flesh, burying their face in it. The Bags still got sweaty and filthy, and nobody had hosed it down since it received a stud shot the previous week. The odor was pungent, still strikingly human despite all the efforts to dehumanize industrial wetware like these. The tech reached up, and dug a hand into a fold of flesh until they could feel the quickened pulse of its heart.
It was well known that Bags couldn't feel pain, but could it feel pleasure? They had watched more than a few Bags squirt and spasm around heads spreading their holes. The contracting muscles around the wombs would flutter, and seem to subconsciously react the to live cargo squirming within. They weren't 'alive', but the human aspect of the tech liked to think they were pleasing 17, giving it a 'reward' for a job well done. The exposed orifice of the Bag would occasionally squeeze weakly in their hand as they jerked themself off with it.
The technician shoved their cock further in, effectively pushing 17's prolapse back inside of it as they did so. The ring of muscle at the entrance to its birth control was slowly closing after birth, and reacted to the sudden rough thrusting with a delayed spasmodic response.
It enjoyed this, they liked to think. It looked forward to a brisk dicking down after pushing out twenty heads at a time, like a cigarette after sex. Their incorrect, anthropomorphizing assumption was entirely for their own ego. Nobody else touched 17, but them. Did it like being someone's favorite?
When the tech finally came inside the Bag, there was barely any outward evidence that it had been molested at all. The tech had made sure to cum as deep into its womb as they could, hopefully just in time to catch it at ovulation and fertilize a few new heads before the stud donation.
Then, it would swell up as big and heavy as it always did, until their womb was utterly overfilled to burst all over the bare floor below. Then it would writhe and twitch on its meathooks, contracting hard and relentlessly until every cargo head slid out of their well-worn cunt. A simple, fulfilling non-life that the technician hoped it would have for years to come.
I have pornography to post but I literally have no idea how I could tag let alone define it. Completely non-sentient industrialized brood mother bio-machine porn. Anyone else picking up what I'm putting down
