19 SW: 200 CW:245 GW:275 Help me grow $s0urgr33nz It/He Into fellow fatties, gaining, fauxcest, piss, and lots and lots of other fucked up shit probably
Y’all can call me Cypress. It/Its. TME. I’m a t4t lesboy butch dyke dogbear thing, and a gigantic bottom (pun intended) and switch. No I’m not arguing with you about my identity. I’m only talking to the sexy hot depraved trans ppl in my DMs.
Feel free to sext me in DMs or send me steamy asks. I have anons on!
I block liberally with zero remorse.
Kink List (I’m a switch but lean super heavy into the sub side of things)
Hot kinky t4t sex where both of us get cum filled somehow
Weight gain! My biggest kink!
Fauxcest
Burping/Farting
Stuffing
Belly inflation (air, water, cum)
Force feeding
Hucow
Piss play (holding, forced wetting, desperation, humiliation, golden showers, drinking, piv, wetting in public, accidents)
Copro (holding, desperation, forced messing, messing pants/panties, sharting, embarrassment and humiliation, messing in public)
Pet play (I’m a puppy and a cub!!)
Monsters, especially tentacles, werewolves, and slime
Breeding (not necessarily pregnancy and DEF not birth)
Somnophilia
CNC (intox, esp)
Overstimulation
Forced Orgasm
Double Penetration/Gangbang
LIGHT Impact Play (I’m disabled with a weird screwy pain tolerance, as much as I would love to be punched in the ribs I cannot tolerate it enjoyably in a sexual sense. Feel free to smack me tho!)
No’s
Knife/gun/weapons play
Race Play
Necro
Blood Play
Scat Eating/Smearing
Vomit/Emeto
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So, I live in the deep south. But I’ve never been much of the stereotype. The only time my southern accent hits is when I’m particularly drunk, sometimes.
Recently the idea of being dumbed down and fattened and ‘refeminized’ into horny trailer trash won’t get off my mind…
fingerplapping my stupid "boy"pussy again. the wet noises it makes are so humiliating. i wish I had a penis instead, fuck, my teeny tiny tclit makes me so dysphoric. i hate that it still feels good to fuck my pussy, I wish I had balls there. at the very least I wish I'd gotten a larger tcock, something longer and thick that doesn't hide between my outer labia, but mine's only an inch, when I'm keeping up with my tshots, and my fat pussy hides it unless i really spread my legs. i don't think i can call it a dick, it's truly just a large clit, and not even that big..
Not being able to reach properly to masturbate is actually so so so so so fucking hot. Like the gluttony you’ve brought on yourself is now the same reason why you can’t reach over that soft gut and it’s so good. It’s like those old myths and tales of how one’s greed can come back to bite you in a much more hedonistic horny way. Its poetic and hot and I love it
This kink is about liberation, hedonism and is so goddamn personal, that no AI should be involved at all.
There is enough free content for your wank, horny boy.
There are a lot of models in this kink that have dedicated all their time and body to this kink, why would you harm their chances of success with gen ai content that is based on the bodies they sculpted by indulging, pushing themselves, and being unapologetically fat?
an obese, heaving, hog finally finding a position that gets his dick inside of me, pounding away because it feels sooooo good; he’s sweating profusely, gasping for air because the slightest physical exertion is a danger for him, grunting away without a care for how animalistic he looks, how barbaric he sounds
and me, taking it all, with my head turned to the side as i watch my newest piggy pathetically grind against his palm and whine with desperation, taking another bite from his platter of food, his chubby cheeks flush with embarrassment, aching to get closer while he watches the scene and imagines himself going from a chubby, begging piggy to the filthy, grunting hog before him
“keep eating. don’t you want to touch me? don’t you want to feel what he’s feeling? you’re still too small, keep eating, piggy. keep eating until you’re big enough to fuck me. besides…i don’t think this hog here is going to be able to get his dick out of his fat pad for much longer, and i’ll need something to replace him. keep eating. keep eating. keep rubbing. keep eating.”
oh my sweet little cow, you really are a hot sloppy mess for being reduced to breeding cattle, aren't you? How does it feel to be the icarus of the transmasc experience? you thought you wanted to be just one of the guys? oh my sweet docile pet, you were always meant to sire legions. what are your visceral reactions to these words, i wonder: broodmother, breeding sow, prize broodmare. you crave a constant supply of calories and the feeling of a food baby as a surrogate for your wanton breeding desires. you'd let yourself become the prize heifer, ripe for breeding by the finest bulls. we'll keep you fed and bred until you're a quivering blob of birthing meat. all we ask is that you give in to your every temptation. 💜
I love being fat and I love getting fatter and I love stuffing myself for that purpose...but it's bad how often I'll stuff myself now just to feel pregnant. Huge and round and weighed down by my swollen, rounded belly.
My belly's huge as it is, and I shouldn't admit just how often I fantasize about it rounding out with pregnancy too...
I can't help feeling fertile and absolutely desperate to be bred, and I just keep making myself worse the more I give in to these fantasies. it all just feels so good
When you don’t live alone as a feedist, finding time to get stuffed and really eat like you want to at home can be difficult.
If you have a vehicle however, things get a bit easier.
Cars are freedom machines and for us moreso than most. Think of it as your own private stuffing cubicle that you can take *anywhere.* You wanna pack your belly full of fattening fast food? No better place to do it than the driver’s seat!
Making multiple stops and then escaping off into less crowded places to gorge is becoming a habit that I’m not so sure I can stop anymore!
Just think of all the little things to look forward to: Feeling your belly tighten and bulge over the seatbelt with each burger or handful of fries, belching as loud as you want because no one can hear you, watching your belly inch closer and closer to the steering wheel the fatter you grow, being able to rub, slap, and squeeze that growing paunch without fear of being seen because *you control where you go.*
You can keep a hoodie or blanket in the car to cover that overstuffed belly when you do waddle back home, and the trash from your gorging can be discreetly tossed without your friends, family, roommates, etc. ever knowing. Just make sure to wipe that little bit of mustard off of your face chubby.
And as for when your belly gets big enough to push into the wheel?
Pigs that big should be kept in the house anyways 😈
food drunk is like... the hottest fucking thing a person can be. when they've eaten so much they're a little out of it. surfeited, groaning, too far gone to even think about suppressing the belches and hiccups... can't sit up straight or walk normally... looking dazed...
A short fic about a pathetic rapist that's not left my head
You wake up. Your head is pounding. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the room around you. Your senses are dulled, though you can make out something soft at your back, and something on your limbs - ankles and wrists specifically.
You hear footsteps, frantic and panicked. But besides that it's deafeningly quiet. No traffic outside. No electric hum. Not even wildlife, it seems.
You move to sit up.
Hurk!
Something on your neck holds you down. You reach up to grab it, but your arm freezes during the motion. You hear rope tightening as you try to move. The haze clears. It all clicks.
You're tied to a bed. You're naked. You don't know where you are.
The footsteps approach. The door bursts open.
"Ah! You're awake! That should be- I think that's..."
A woman stands at the door. She's sweating and panting. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and looks at it.
"6 hours, that's... yeah. Yeah, that's right I think." She hurries across the room to a large binder and flicks through it, landing on a particular page.
"5-8 hours... depending on tolerance... no lingering effects after waking..." She traces the document a few times, occasionally glancing at you as she does.
"Okay. Okay. You should be fine. Should be. Just let me know if there's any part of you that can't move- I guess."
A million questions flood your mind. Where are you? Why are you here? Who are you? Why did you drug me? What are you going to do with me? These questions get tangled in knots in your throat, none of them able to escape. The woman keeps talking.
"Sorry. Sorry. You're probably confused. Uhm. I mean, maybe not. You're naked and tied to a bed, so... you can probably make some accurate guesses. I just..."
She steps closer.
"God you're so fucking pretty. Every time I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about- about fucking you. I'd have to jerk off every time I met you, thinking of your scent, imagining being balls deep in you."
You freeze. Your eyes trace her face, desperately trying to recognise her. But you can't. You don't think you've ever seen her before in your life. Your eyes fall onto the twitching bulge in her skirt as she slips her thumbs into its band and pulls downward.
"And I just... I had to do something. I wouldn't... I won't be satisfied until I... until I..."
She reaches your side, towering over you. Her skirt falls, catching briefly on her dick before falling the rest of the way.
"Sorry. Until I... use you..."
She takes a deep breath, then lunges. She swings a leg over your face to tower above you. Her cock rests on your lips. Warm. Throbbing. Leaking.
"Sorry, I'll be quick, I promise!"
She rams it in. It feels like it fills your mouth. The shock makes you cough. She lets out a prolonged moan, somewhere between relief and pleasure. She grabs your cheeks.
"So-rr-rry! It won't take long!"
She pulls back, then rams back in, holding your face to ensure the length of your tongue traces every inch of her girlhood.
You look up. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth is agape.
She pulls back again. She rams in again. She pulls back. She rams in. Back. In. Back. In. Until she finds a steady fucking motion, using your mouth like a fleshlight.
"Sor- sorry," she pants, "thank you for not- for not biting me, o-or anything."
The thought crossed your mind, but even if you bit it clean off, you're tied up. Tight.
Her thrusting intensifies, creeping deeper into your throat to maintain the intensity, even if she doesn't realise it. As it goes deeper, your eyes well with tears. She looks down at you, and sees the puddles reflectong in the lights immediately.
"H-ah! Sorry!" She doesn't stop, but with one hand cradles your cheek. "Sorry I don't mean to- to- to hurt you! I usually- usually finish by now! Just let me..."
She pulls out, but not for long. She rotates herself, keeping her groin above your face. Her head rests on your stomach. Your already restricted vision is now full of her. Her ass above your face. Her thighs around your head. Her cock tickling your mouth.
"I-I should finish real quick now! Just hang in there!"
Not like you have much choice.
Her hips drop, crushing your head into the pillow. She confirms her dick slipped into your mouth, then stabilises herself.
She's not warming up to anything now. Her thrusting starts fast and rhythmic. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Your head bounces off the bed each time just to meet her cock on its way back down. Her thighs rub on your ears, deafening you to almost anything except her fupa slapping your chin with each thrust and muffled fat rubbing on your ears. Although, you can still just about make out something else through the noise.
"Sorry! Sorry! Hahh! I'm sorry!"
Her apologies get more desperate, ramping up alongside her manic thrusting. You choke and snort, struggling to breathe underneath her. Your limbs struggle helplessly against the binds, as your hands and feet clench and wave to try and deal with the pain.
You feel her arms wrap around your torso and squeeze tight.
"Sorry! I can try- I can try this!"
That's not good.
Her thrusting speeds up immediately. It loses all rhythm, spiralling into a mad, irregular buck. You choke more, losing all ability to anticipated how she's going to slam into your throat next. Still, she pants apologies. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!" you vaguely hear, muffled by fat and slaps and chokes and your own gasps for air. The bedframe itself buckles as you try to pull at your restraints, but it gets you nowhere.
"Hhhraaaghhh!!"
In a fluid motion, she dismounts, almost falling off the bed. You cough, splutter, and gasp for air. She leans on the bed. She's heaving and sweating, still apologising.
"I don't- I don't know what's wrong. I should have- should have cum by now but... Ugh, I'm really struggling..."
She catches her breath some more, then turns to you. She sees the tears streaming down your face. The spit down the sides of your cheeks. The marks on your wrists and ankles where you struggled. Your heavy, laboured breaths.
"Oh fuck, I'm so so sorry! I promise, I didn't want to hurt you! I thought I'd be quick! Just a quick, in for a bit, then cum, then put you right back! I didn't mean to... I didn't."
She sits and mutters for a minute. You stay frozen, clueless as to what she'll do next. Her hands fidget, her body subtly contorts, wracked with anxiety. Is it over? Maybe she'll let you go?
Your thought breaks as she leaps up onto the bed. She gets between your legs and wrenches them apart. Her dick is still rock hard and throbbing.
"I'm so sorry. This'll probably do it just... just relax, please!" You feel the warmth of her right up against your hole. You try your best to relax, but under the circumstances, you just can't. "I promise, I-I'll be quick!"
She plunges inside you. You groan and tense up even more. The tears keep streaming. You feel your walls stretch and strain around her dick. She breathes a moan and starts humping.
"Is this okay? Does it hurt?"
You try and speak, or at least nod your head, but you can barely move amidst the pain. She keeps going. Her fingers dig hard into your hips. She pulls you into her with each thrust she takes into you.
Like before, there's no rhythm. No measured, long strokes. Just desperate rutting, trying to finish. Trying to free you from this torment, in a backwards, perverse way. All you can do is take it. Lay back and try to relax. Try not to choke as she pulls you to her and the rope around your neck tightens. Try not to snap your wrists on the binds. Try your best to appease her so it ends quicker.
She keeps fucking you. Her apologies slow down as her thrusts speed up. Her grip tightens. She pants more. Every part of you aches.
"Yes! There! Oh, I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!"
Her hips slam into you, ramming deeper than she's been before. She roars. You feel yourself filling as her dick throbs out cum inside you. She quivers out some final pumps, her hips subconsciously bucking to push her cum deeper into you.
Finally, she pulls back. Her dick drags out of your hole. As it goes, it feels like you're emptying. Hollowing out, but the pain lingers, you doubt it'll ever leave.
"Thank you... thank you..." she heaves, as if you ever had a choice. As if you were doing her any service. "Sorry, no... I mean I'm... I'm sorry it took."
You feel yourself leaking and aching as your rapist stumbles over her words. She stops and looks down at you.
"Right... yeah, I gotta..."
She leaps up, off the bed, and over to the documents she pored over earlier. She rifles through drawers until she pulls out a bottle, a small flask, and a napkin. With practiced precision - betraying the anxiety she's displayed this whole time - she measures out the substance in the flask, then pours it on the napkin. She then comes back to your side. Her dick hasn't even finished twitching and leaking.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I just had to. Just... just think of this as a bad dream, okay?"
She presses the napkin to your face, gently, holding it over your mouth and nose. You hold a breath for as long as you can, staring at her. She stares back.
"Sorry, I know it sucks, but this is your only way out. Just... please. Long, slow breaths. It's over now, you can go home."
You inhale, deep, unable to keep any large amount of air in your lungs after the rough fuck you just endured. It's not quick. You keep staring at her. She stares back. You breathe deep. The anaesthetic begins to take hold. Your eyes droop. The room fades. The pain fades. The woman fades.
i love being a chubby goonette. everything about me screams indulgence. always high, always drunk, always stuffed, always wet, hand in my pants on my fat puffy pussy, whining and grinding against my chair when i’ve eaten too much, moaning whenever i burp or fart because ive made more room and i can keep eating, and constantly getting off to fat pigs who are bigger and even worse than me <3
skinny me never stood a fucking CHANCE. this is where i’m meant to be
