Nonsexual nudity is great. I raise to you nonsexual exploration of Whumpee's body.
Medical Whump: Whumpee is the perfect patient for Dr. Whumper's experiments, so whumpee is thoroughly examined every day. Dr. Whumper pokes, prods, and feels inside Whumpee's orifices with distant, gloved hands. Like Whumpee is a disease that can't be touched, but will be studied.
Pet Whump: Prospective buyers seek certain sizes, shapes, and colors, same as they do with any domestic pet. Of course Whumpees are always pet, told to sit, and walked around on leashes. But let's not forget, too, the "backyard breeders" who check how well Whumpee will be able to make a litter for them to sell. Piercings that indicate if a pet is spayed or neutered
Beast of Burden Whump: Hnnnnngh, this one is the best. Whumpee forced into so many burdened positions to ensure they're up to the task. Biceps squeezed, bodies forced down, mouths checked to be sure Whumpers can force in bit gags that act as reins. Kicked down and whipped to make sure they go faster when prodded to because dumb beasts don't understand orders. (Branding?!?!?!)
✨ Nonsexual Body Exploration ✨
'minion' -too closely associated with those yellow things
'goon' -linguistic drift gave her a new meaning. i hope her new life is good for her. i miss her.
'henchman' -too gendered. can be shortened to 'hench' in a pinch, but lacks punch.
'servant' -too domestic to apply to all those who serve evil.
'underling, subordinate' -this one only works if they get off on being beneath you and/or you don't properly pay your workers.
'associate' -this one's good for grizzled mercenaries or lone agents but doesn't work good for broad swathes of an organization.
'slave' -same as underling but more intense. really fun for some of the group. unsavory for others in a way that limits the scope of the thing.
'thrall' -only really applies if you're brainwashing them and that's not something i've learned how to do en masse yet
'flunky, toady, stooge, lackey' -these are just insulting, and that isn't conducive to a healthy work environment. imagine going to work and your job title is 'stooge'.
'acolyte' -works for those that worship you, but again. lacks the scope.
'supporter, follower' -unspecific and vague
'assistant, helper, aide' -not sinister at all. just means you're doing things for me. swagless in this manner. could be good if used to describe someone who's so clearly more that as a way to emphasize their obedience via understatement, but that's only useful for a few members of the organization. and even then, 'associate' works better.
'cohort' -untested in the field. suggests an equal footing in the affair, ideal for post-structuralist evil organizations with a bottom-up power structure that's held in the hands of the evil workers themselves. perhaps we'll explore it together?
may I suggest: 'grunt' – time-tested by crime bosses with a variety of goals and organizational mandates. implies a subservient position with none of the innate baggage of lackey et al.
one of my favourite things about my boyfriend is that he's 6'4 but convinced he is a normal sized person and this does not constitute "tall"
once, if not twice, a week the card game shop he plays digimon at upload a top-4 photo best described as "gandalf and the hobbits" and every time he is genuinely baffled as to why he looks like that
Has your boyfriend got his eyesight checked? Bc when I don’t wear my glasses I’m nice and close to the ground but when I do it’s HOLY SHIT WHY AM I THIS TALL, I’M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS, HELP ME time and it’s genuinelly terrifying.
bf: apparently only 7% of people are over 6' tall
me: yes........?
bf: that isn't very many. am i tall?
me: i cannot believe we are having this discussion again. yes. you are tall. you are still tall. you were tall yesterday. you will be tall tomorrow
bf: oh my god i'm tall aren't i
me: my love the netherlands is the tallest country in the world and even there average male height is 6' 0.5". you are tall by "kingdom of giants" standards, even. but we live on "shortarse island", so...
bf: AM i tall though
me: you are 6ft 4
having watched emperors new groove (it's my favourite) he does understand this reference but also he really loves cooking so you saying this has now prompted him to look up how to make spinach puffs
fun fact they're both the same person. same 6'4 boyfriend referred to himself as a short king because he thought it meant a man who really likes wearing shorts
there's something so sweet about turning a normally quiet sub who only whimpers, whines and huffs into a mess. making them forget the need to hold back, to gasp and choke and cry out loudly with their eyes snapping wide open.
instead of the little mmph's and quiet hah, hah, hah's its
"oh!"
"feels so good-"
"fuck"
pretty broken cries from an obviously constricted throat....
it's like... a reward, a little affirmation you're doing your job.
im not sure if youre into porn audios but i found this one the other day witj puppy dynamics and tboy pup. i swear i listened to it 3 times in a row and was almost late because of it. its force pup too and the owner is definitely a lot less caring and its definitely fucked up but he has this insane laugh. anyway heres the link if you want to check it out
https://soundgasm.net/u/onlynoumi/Puppy-Training
anyway, i hope you enjoy and id really like to hear your thoughts on it
NO WAY NO WAY!!!! I LITERALLY LISTENED TO THIS AUDIO A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY!!!
It's so fucking hot, glad to be reminded of this absolute masterpiece, and it even has sound effects.
I have a huge voice kink and I love how immersive these kinds of audios are, always helps with my fantasies late at night specially when horny but with low creativity.
This specific audio is so good! I love the aggression, love the unhinged laugh and the degradation (I'm not particularly into degradation but wow he can make it work so easily), besides!!! It has most of my kinks, kidnapping, puppy play, noncon stuff, it's a super masterpiece!
Tbh I forgot about this audio and I'm now super thankful for this ask!
The voice actor's voice is also absolutely fantastic
I’ve never really been into any kind of intox kink BUT
I have an extreme chronic nerve pain condition and when I had in high school a specialist tried an experimental treatment where they gave me an iv of ketamine for a couple of days.
And a few hours before I was completely out of it, I was in this really fuzzy, pliant state.
I can’t stop thinking about playing with a pretty boy while he’s like that; cognitive enough to know what’s going on and experience everything, but too blissed out and soft to do anything other that lay there and take it.
I really want to know how it would feel to finger him or play with his nipples. I’d imagine it would either feel more intense, or the drugs would make all sensation feel weaker and I don’t know which one would be hotter.
On one hand, I love the idea of pleasuring someone while they’re too weak to do anything other than cry and cum.
On the other hand, I think it would be so fun to play with someone who can’t get off from it not matter what I do.
Idk, finals scrambled my brain so I’m just horny word vomiting
fuckkk kinda out there concept but being used as a toy/experiment by an alien sadist who’s “studying human anatomy” and just has to keep pushing me to the fucking brink to “test my physical limits and gather data” and not at all because he just loves hearing me scream.
You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding violently in your chest. Thick padded straps pin your arms firmly to the sides of the medical chair, while your legs are locked high and obscenely wide in cold metal stirrups. You're completely naked, the sterile chill of the brightly lit exam room raising goosebumps across your flushed skin, your chest, belly, and most shamefully, your fully exposed cunt on blatant display.
“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you shout, voice cracking with panic as you yank hard against the unyielding restraints. “Where am I?!”
Several figures in white coats turn toward you at once.
“Subject 347 is awake—”
“—heart rate spiking—”
“—respiratory distress—”
A kind-faced nurse leans in close. “Shh, it’s alright. Just breathe for me.” She gently presses the clear nitrous mask over your nose and mouth, sealing it snugly. Cool, sweet gas begins to flow.
You try to twist away at first, but the effects hit fast. The sharp terror softens into a warm, heavy haze. Your thoughts grow slow, floaty, and loopy. The room sways gently around you.
Doctor Crowe steps between your spread thighs, clipboard in hand, his expression cold and utterly detached. His voice is flat, clinical, and professional.
“Subject 347. You are now conscious. We will begin preparation by thoroughly cleaning your vulva for detailed inspection.”
The first touch is the warm, dripping rag. You inhale sharply as the thick, wet heat drags slowly across your puffy outer lips. Doctor Crowe wipes with precise, methodical strokes, carefully folding back your labia to clean every slick, sensitive crease and fold. The warm fabric glides over your clit again and again, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through your nitrous-dazed body.
“Labia majora: symmetrical and plump. Light natural moisture present,” he dictates in a cold monotone. “Labia minora: deeply flushed, highly vascularized. Clitoris: already erect and protruding from the hood. Subject is producing noticeable lubrication.”
The warm rag continues its slow, thorough strokes, the wet heat and gentle friction making your hips twitch faintly against the straps. Every pass over your clit sends a fresh wave of slick warmth through your core.
Then comes the sharp hiss of the showerhead. Warm water sprays out in a fine mist at first.
“We are now rinsing the area,” Doctor Crowe states coldly. “You may experience considerable stimulation. React in whatever way feels natural, 347.”
The stream shifts, and suddenly a strong, pulsing jet of warm water is beating directly onto your swollen clit. The sensation is intense, pressure hammering your most sensitive spot without mercy. A shaky, loopy moan escapes you through the mask.
They begin testing. Different modes: soft rain, strong pulsing massage, oscillating jets. Temperatures from soothingly warm to almost too hot. Your reactions grow louder and more desperate. When they find the perfect setting, firm, rapid pulses of perfectly hot water pounding right against your throbbing clit, your body jerks hard in the stirrups.
“Ah—! Fuck…” you whimper, voice floaty and broken from the nitrous.
“Optimal response with pulsed mode at 40°C,” Doctor Crowe notes without emotion. “Significant clitoral engorgement. Vaginal secretions increasing rapidly.”
The nurse turns the nitrous flow higher. The gas floods you deeper, turning the world soft and dreamy. Your head feels heavy and light at the same time, every sensation amplified and distant.
Doctor Crowe’s voice remains ice-cold. “Breathe deeply, Subject 347. Just relax.”
The water pressure increases, pounding harder against your clit. Then you feel the thick, smooth head of a dildo pressing against your slick entrance. It slides in slowly, stretching your hot, velvety walls with a wet, obscene squelch that echoes in the room. Doctor Crowe begins a steady, deep thrusting while the showerhead continues its relentless assault.
“Vaginal canal: warm, slick, and tightly gripping the instrument. Depth achieved: 14 centimeters,” he dictates clinically. “Cervix soft. Subject’s internal muscular contractions are strong and rhythmic.”
The combination is almost too much, the hot, pounding water hammering your clit, the thick dildo stroking deep inside your cunt, the heavy nitrous making everything feel floaty, overwhelming, and impossibly intense. Your moans grow louder, more desperate, turning into broken, loopy cries.
“Subject 347 is approaching orgasm,” Doctor Crowe states flatly. “Vaginal walls spasming. Increasing thrust depth and water pressure for complete assessment.”
The water pounds mercilessly. The dildo fucks you faster, harder. Your entire body tenses, thighs trembling violently in the stirrups. A long, shattered moan tears from your throat as you cum hard, your cunt clenching around the thrusting dildo, clit throbbing wildly under the hot spray, waves of blinding pleasure crashing through your nitrous-drunk mind.
Doctor Crowe keeps the stimulation going through every powerful spasm, observing with clinical detachment until your body finally goes limp, twitching and spent.
“Orgasm achieved. Strong stimuli response recorded. Subject 347 is now properly cleaned and sensitized.”
He turns off the water and slowly withdraws the dripping dildo with a wet pop. A soft, warm towel gently pats your oversensitive, puffy cunt dry, stroking carefully over your still-twitching folds.
“Preparation complete,” he announces in the same cold tone. “Subject 347’s vulva and vaginal canal is clean, flushed, and optimally prepared for the full examination.”
Doctor Crowe looks down at your blissed-out, floaty face, the mask still sealed over your mouth, eyes glassy.
doctor holding your jaw open while you squirm and whine uncomfortably as he checks your mouth. gloved fingers running across your teeth, feeling the smooth texture of the gloves along your tongue and the roof of your mouth. "stop fucking squirming and sit still for me." he speaks lowly as you try to fight out of his firm grip on you. he sticks his fingers down your throat and grins when you gag on them, watching you fight and struggle against the intrusion. when he pulls his fingers out you frantically cough and gasp for air while he chuckles at you. "not so squirmy now, huh? hopefully now you understand what happens when you do not comply with me. lay back, I have much more to do."
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Hippie church moms donating quinoa chips to my local food bank have done more for me materially than any internet idealist ever has.
People get pissed at me for being a pragmatist in my political ideals but I’ve been in the position where I was out of food right now.
And who helped me with that? Not people calling for some nebulous revolution. Not people telling me that the system was useless. Not people preaching at me to grow my own food. It was a church food bank partially funded by the state of Texas that some southern hippies donated a bunch of Whole Foods nonsense to.
And you know what? I’m sick and tired of defeatism. What can we get done right now, huh? Are you gonna accept something a bit better to help people right now or are you waiting for your perfect utopia to come to you?
Yeah, UBI is better than the quinoa chips. Sure. But right now the quinoa chips are stopping people from going hungry and if all we can do is get the food bank quinoa chips to more people, then I say so be it. That’s something. I’ll almost always take baby steps over nothing.
Whumpee still biting and snarling at Whumper but they're now flinching whenever Whumper moves too fast
Refusing to scream but now letting out whimpers
Whumpee glaring at Whumper the whole time as they get on their knees.
Snapping back at Whumper constantly but immediately shutting their mouth when Whumper brings up a specific punishment
Still tugging on Whumper when they're dragged to the torture room but now also going limp when they eventually reach their destination
"For fuck's sake can you just give me a break for one day? Just one fucking day." "Hm, before you would have shouted at me the entire time. Now you want a break? My my, you've changed Whumpee." "Yeah well, I don't like getting beaten. That's all."
Whumpee letting out a loud, desperate, "NO!" when Whumper suggests they should be whipped before they immediately shut their mouth and look away.
Submitted by @swimmingturkeycrossointrebel - thanks!
Whumper has something absolutely horrible planned for the whumpee which they only discover when the whumper starts casually working out the logistics in front of them. E.g. talking to the resident mad scientist about the horrific medical trials they’ve signed them up for, the travel arrangements for sending them to an even worse placement etc. The whumpee desperately tries to protest the situation, their objections verbally dismissed as a spoiled kid’s whining and/or further punished.
Doctor whumpers who strap their whumpees to cold metal guernseys.
Whumpee whimpering in fear as they watch the doctor work, squirming against the stiff leather straps that tie them down, the bit gag that binds their tongues.
Doctor caressing the shivering skin with their latex-gloved hand, promising whumpee it's only for science and they're doing so well.
Whumpee arching their back as they scream, knowing there's nothing they can do to stop who they're being changed into...
#every time I read this phrase the same thing happens#I read it as shittable and go wait that can't be right#oh right they were talking about public benches that makes more sense#but public bathrooms available without fees should also be a thing tho#cities should definitely be shittable#it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME
This comic only mentions different hallucinations based on sensory modality (which sense it impacts) but there are other ways to categorise hallucinations such as the theme of the hallucination or the severity of the hallucination
Hallucinations don’t only affect schizospec people and can happen to people without a psychotic disorder or any mental illness/condition
