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@hornysin
complimenting me while he's railing me and he asks me to repeat it back to him >>>
"You're such a good boy. say it back."
oh my goddddd mmmmphhhh
“Youre such a good boy arent you? Arent you? Awww tell me that youre a good boy” while they tighten their grip on your neck uhghghhhhhh
Fat pet play oml mmmfpffppgfhhfh. Outgrow your dog bed for me. Outgrow your collar with pudge. Outgrow being on all fours because of your lack of muscle mass and heft. Outgrow being shy about food around me and beg for seconds, thirds, and fourths. Outgrow your clothes so I can pet your exposed tummy easier. I need you turned into my outgrown pet
why must being railed and soft sex be separated… i can get fucked so hard i forget how to think while also being held close and praised the entire time about how well i’m taking it
Anyone have more of these so I can add them to my collection
we need more trans mascs sexualizing gaining weight like yeah i took my t shot and it just made me sooooo hungry like all i could think about was eating food. ever since ive started t im always horny or hungry. we need to start sexualizing the tummy weight most trans guys put on when theyre on t for a little while. i need it
Officially a member of the horny and hungry from t club
Imagine a milky blue medicine that makes you horny and fertile and someone straddles you and forces a bottle of it in your mouth, squeezing it again and again. You fight but keep managing to swallow and it dribbles down the sides of your mouth as you get way more than the average dose. Then they sit back and watch you as your tummy starts to rumble and push bigger and bigger belches out of you as it starts to work inside you. They reach a hand down into your waistband and feel as you slowly start to get aroused and wet and go from cringing away to squiriming and closing your legs, humping their fingers in desparation. Mostly they watch your face, mouth pursing to lip biting to lips parting dumbly and drooling and moaning. Wet cum seeps between their fingers and your hips relax but any relief is temporary as the serum stays active. Eventually they take pity on you and peel off your wet underwear to breed with you properly.
Eddie brock showing the effects of long term bonding with a symbiote. His teeth getting sharper, his tongue longer, his nails growing more like claws. He goes from only reluctantly letting the symbiote feed to losing himself in how good it feels to satiate the hunger for flesh which is now his permanent state. It's not his fault bad guys start smelling and tasting really good. Every spawning season, they sneak off to the bathroom a few times a day to let loose into the pages of Eddie's favorite magazines and toss them in the bin to be burned later so they don't end up overrunning the Earth with their spawn. Eddie starts being able to expel slimy tendrils from his body at will although he rarely thinks of it as his anymore. He starts slipping more and more into "we" and "our" in conversation and even his movements become more and more alien. Even villains start to second guess whether or not the power of the symbiote is worth becoming whatever Eddie Brock is now.
*stares into your soul* i know what you are, creature…i know what you are. you’re secretly a freak for oviposition…don’t lie to me.
Why cant i have a big pregnant belly but then it goes away when I’m done having fun. Let me get pregnant repeatedly and constantly bred by werewolves and other horny beasts alike but then the huge litters just fizzle away and I can get bred stupid again like cmon. Over n over because I’m helpless once u push me down and spread my holes on a big cock. Its not like I’m doing anything else.
Being strapped to a table where researchers keep poking and measuring and teasing you until you get wet and flustered. They bring out a baster full of strange goo and shove it inside you, pushing every ounce of the cold thick fluid inside. It takes a little under an hour for your belly to start getting big, your stomach muscles keep tightening as if to fight against the expansion happening inside. Your observers watch apathetically and bring forth a cold metal tray to place between your legs. As your body continues to change, you wriggle and pull against the restraints but they hold you down and keep taking measurements, keep rubbing and stimulating your body. You lose sight of your toes as the mountain of your belly thrusts upwards, jagged with veins and growing transluscent with some unnatural color. You never even conciously push but you hear the splat of eggs hitting the tray, one after the other. They keep growing inside you and overflowing out onto the tray as gloved hands stroke you into orgasm again and again.
Thinking about chaining up a cute fat pup with a chain long enough he can stand up or sit down and move a short distance. I'll position him generously in my hallway between the kitchen and the bathroom, he doesn't need to go elsewhere. After all, I lovingly gave him a few blankets for comfort when he falls into a food coma.
I'll let him know that for every 25 lbs he'll earn another metre of movement. By the time he gets towards the front door though he won't want to go outside anymore. He'll be my pile of food addicted blubber, his muscles will have withered away as he begs for me to bring him food rather than try and stand up and waddle. And after he's earned 15 metres of chain... he doesn't even want to use it anymore. What a silly puppy!
thinking about being trained to deepthroat and take a facefucking by being tied to a fucking machine
ring gag in my mouth to hold it open, nice medium-sized dildo on the machine and I'm just tied perfectly so I have no choice but to let it fuck my throat and drool
the settings changing occasionally, slower or faster or both in alternating bursts, and all I can do is take it and sob and choke
lowk being fucked from behind w my arms behind my back and my face down while they're pulling on my leash could fix me
everyone get more sex positive and resist the rise of conservatism and purity culture NOW!!!! i am so tired of seeing “queer” people shame others for expressing themselves sexually, for looking down on SWers, for insisting that sex is somehow devoid of meaning or emotionless, for implying that desiring sex is somehow dirty or abnormal. respectability politics is bullshit. you’re not morally superior and straight/cis people will not accept you no matter how badly you want them to. and guess what? the most vulnerable populations get hurt by this rhetoric. SWers, trans folks, queer black folks, queer indigenous folks, queer folks of color. please decolonize your mind. queer sexual freedom IS a form of resistance and a form of joy, and if you don’t understand that then you don’t understand your history.
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happy pride month everybody
I just had a dream where there was this University lecture full of people who were in various stages of blueberry inflation. Some had only pot bellies, some had flaring hips, some needed to be rolled by several caretakers. The gimmick was (word for word in the dream) if you had to be punished in some sort of a way, you'd swell up to a certain degree. I guess if your grades weren't high enough, then you'd become more and more of a blueberry or maybe everyone was doing some level of academic fraud???
Either way, it would be neat to think about an entire campus full of berries waddling around, having to be rolled everywhere. Doors and desks needing to be widened astronomically.
I guess if you're too big to keep notes, you'd either have to be used as some strange juice fountain or maybe as a giant stress ball for the less juicy students around exams and midterms
Hell, even outside of just pure academia, imagine you're one of those berries that can't even hold a pencil and you're rolled over to a small party of people. Imagine being rolled around, being teased that you're nothing but a dumb berry, that maybe the only reason you didn't abide by academic integrity just so you can be a horny, fat blueberry for the rest of your days. Just to moan and be toyed with.
