Hi! I'm Abby. I'm 22 and use she/they pronouns. I'm non-binary, but I like being called a woman/girl when it comes to sex! I am pansexual and have a girlfriend whose cock is đź’žđź’žđź’ž. I am not interested in dating anyone else, so don't ask.
I am happy to roleplay or chat in DMs and answer asks! Just be considerate and ask for consent before doing anything explicit. That being said, older men (30+) should please not do this!
This is a kink blog. What I reblog here should not be taken seriously, and a lot of it I obviously don't endorse IRL!
Things I Like! Hypnosis, Pregnancy/Breeding, Dumbification and Bimbofication, Humiliation and Degradation, Musk/Scent, CNC, Corruption, Slime/Latex, Monsterfucking, Domestication, Hucow, Mind Break, Furries, Magic, Public Use, Lactation, Transformation, Cum Play, Transfemme Supremacy, and more!
Things I Don't Like! I'm not comfortable with older men (30+) due to trauma. No incest, extreme violence, or unsanitary stuff. Bigotry is obviously a no.
You watch your own fat teats drag along the carpet floor, leaving globs of milk in their wake, as you walk around on all fours. After so many hours of milking and hole filling, your belly is round from lube, your own milk, and countless loads. Your nipples are swollen and dripping, sloppy and puffy from all the pumping. Your holes are spilling their contents, globs of the slimy mixture slipping out of you.
thinking about taking a knot in my mouth so im forced to swallow <3
you can get facefucked by a really horny dogboy. he's in rut and can't take it anymore, he needs to stick his dick somewhere useful. your mouth makes the perfect spot. so warm, silky, inviting. he parts your lips with his pointed tip, and slips himself in your mouth. the dogboy rocks his hips and glides his cock over your tongue at a leisurely pace. he really wants to savor this. he places his hands on the back of your head, guiding your face along the length of his cock. you feel him growing bigger in your mouth. you can taste his leaking precum. every time he thrusts, your face is pushed deeper down the shaft. your mouth is brought to the base, just before the knot. Your nose is in his furry bush, inhaling the sweet musk. the dogboy curls his fingers over your scalp for a better grip. He starts thrusting more rapidly. Every time he pulls out, his cock is polished with your saliva. his back and forth pumping makes froth in your mouth. the dogboy slows his thrusts, and pulls out to give you a moment to breathe. you gasp for air. drool drips down your chin. his hard, thick, knotted cock bobs in front of you hypnotizingly. without warning, he grabs your heads, and thrusts back inside your mouth with a sharp movement. his pointed tip brushes the back of your throat. he forces his fat, swollen knot past your lips. tears well in your eyes as your jaw is made to stretch around him. you can feel his cock heavy in your mouth. pumping, flexing, and rushing cum down your throat. his knot keeps you gagged. you cant force him out. you have no choice but to swallow his creamy load.
Okay, but a society where centaurs roam around, living their lives, and the humans are just there as cock warmers.
There are public restrooms they can use to take the get some relief, little cubicles where they can fuck a human’s willing hole to take the edge off between errands. The whole place smells like sex and the air is filled with grunts and moans and squeals as the centaurs take turns dumping their massive loads into needy humans.
Maybe there are some nice restaurants that provide complimentary cock warmers for guests. And the whole time the centaurs are having dinner, talking about their day or whatever, there’s a drooling, incoherent human under them who’s cumming uncontrollably on their huge cocks.
🤍 in the mood to make you my cute kitty and then giving you so much catnip your small brain starts shrinking even more. Just all happy and fuzzy and dumb, big dopey smile across your face while my words replace any thoughts you may have had. And I'm sure a kitty like you would love getting some milk so I guess I just have to press you against my tits and order you to suck, it'd be mean if I didn't after all~
Hey little doll… look at me. No, really look. Eyes up here, pretty. Good girl.
You’re shaking already and I haven’t even touched you yet. That’s cute. Pathetic, but cute.
I know you think you’re still in control. You came here thinking you could play, giggle, tease a little, then leave when it got too much. Wrong. You don’t get to leave. Not tonight. Not ever again.
Strip.
Slowly. Let me see every piece you’ve been hiding under those innocent clothes. That’s it… skirt first. No panties? Of course not. Slutty little things like you probably never wear them anymore. Top next. Bra off. Look at those tits—already hard nipples, like you’re begging for someone to pull on them. I will. Later.
On your knees now. Crawl to me. Ass up, face down, like the animal you really are. Good. Stay there.
You feel that? That’s the moment your old life ends. Right here, right now. Every thought you had about being “strong” or “independent” or “smart”? Gone. I’m going to fuck them out of you one thrust at a time.
I’m going to break you so thoroughly you forget your own name. You’ll answer to “doll”, “toy”, “whore”, “cow”, whatever I feel like calling you that day. You’ll crawl when I snap my fingers. You’ll beg to be filled. You’ll thank me when I hurt you.
I’m going to train your holes until they remember only one shape—mine. Your mouth will learn to stay open. Your cunt will learn to stay wet. Your ass will learn to take whatever I give it without complaint.
I’ll edge you until your brain melts into pink syrup. I’ll deny you until you sob for permission to cum. And when I finally let you? You’ll thank me while you’re shaking and drooling.
You’re going to moo for me. You’re going to call me Master. You’re going to leak every time you hear my voice. You’re going to wake up wet and go to sleep wetter.
And the best part? You’re going to love it. You’re already dripping down your thighs just hearing me say it. Look at you—eyes glassy, lips parted, hips twitching like a needy bitch in heat.
Say it.
Say “please break me, Master.”
Louder.
Good girl.
Now spread your legs wider. We’re just getting started.
So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Or… what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, like… two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wrist—it wasn't cute, it wasn't—so you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and… Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move it—it slipped passed your bellybutton—when you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower… and lower…
… and lower…
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow or—?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the little—or not, at this point—slime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious… The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuck… oh, fuck… hngh…"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bed…
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uh… uh… uh…" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deep…
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
gluk… gluk… gluk…
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was it… Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dump… please, just cum inside me…
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally…
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round two…
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
"Oh my god! She's actually doing it! Can you believe this little slut?" The words should have mortified Kellie, and admittedly she did feel the prickly heat of a blush spreading all the way from her cheeks down to her bare chest… but it didn't stop her from taking the rest of her clothes off, and she felt a different kind of heat between her thighs as she watched a total stranger giggle with contemptuous glee at just how pathetically submissive Kellie truly was. Her former professor was watching, her approving gaze helping to steady Kellie's fluttery nerves, but it still felt like she was brushing up against the ragged edge between excitement and terror as she stood naked before them.
"I told you," Abigail said, and it was a sign of just how firmly ingrained their dynamic was that Kellie kept thinking of her as Professor Landry even in the privacy of her own head. "This girl's had it bad for me since freshman year, she was such a teacher's pet that she took every class I offered and raised her hand every time I asked a question. I knew if we just called her and told her to come over she'd be so horny she would do every slutty little thing I asked." Abigail shifted position to display her furry cunt even more lewdly, lounging naked on the couch next to the other woman Kellie didn't recognize with a comfortable familiarity that hinted at years of decadent lesbian sex. "Isn't that right, sweetie pie?"
Kellie tried to tell herself it was more complicated than that. She tried to insist to herself that Abigail must have left some kind of hidden programming in her head from all those psych classes and all those hypnosis demos she volunteered for, and now it was unpacking itself and leaving her utterly unable to resist the insidious charms of her former professor. But deep down she knew better. Yes, there was a trigger. Yes, she was in light trance when she agreed to come over. But the aching throb in Kellie's clit wasn't something she'd been hypnotized to feel. It was what being hypnotized did for her. "Yes, ma'am," she murmured meekly. "I'll do every slutty thing you ask."
Abigail chuckled. It was less cruel than the laughter of her companion but it made Kellie's cunt throb so much harder with humiliated arousal. "Well, why don't we just test that?" she asked, taking the other woman's leg and gently draping it over her thighs. "Come over here and eat my friend's pussy, sweetie. Show me you're just such a needy little bitch that you'd lick out a stranger to make me happy." Kellie heard herself let out a small, keening whimper, but it already felt like it was coming from someone else and she knew she was beginning to dissociate just a tiny bit. It was a sign of trance, but it also felt like the only way she could go through with an act of submission this total. She had to believe she was just a passenger in her own body.
And certainly lust was the one in the driver's seat of her brain right now. It was pure, thoughtless arousal that sent Kellie down to her knees and crawling across the floor to seal her lips against a total stranger's pussy, and arousal that sent her tongue spiking deep into the other woman's soaking folds in her first lesbian experience. "What a trip!" Abigail's friend cackled, tangling her fingers into Kellie's curly red hair and pressing her closer. "What an absolute fucking trip!" Abigail's blush deepened, even though she never stopped licking, and she felt her own cunt beginning to leak musk down her thighs as the final, mortifying truth sank in. She'd been waiting years for this, saving herself for her former professor even though she knew how unrealistic that was… and now here she was, less than two feet away from Abigail, and all she could do was obediently service her lover. And god was that so embarrassingly, pathetically hot.
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Maybe you shouldn’t have opened that video your friend sent you… but suddenly you really wanna touch your friends. You really wanna kiss your friends. Your friends deserve to have your body to use. Your body needs to be spanked, used, filled by your friend that sent you your video. All that matters is serving your friend. That’s what good friends do.
“Wha- Where am I?” Hannah was freaking out. She has just awoken in an almost completely dark room, lit up with only small pink lights, after suddenly fading out at night.
>BIMBOFICATION.TEST.8 COMMENCING
The robotic voice startled her. She was close to completely losing it. Where was she? What the fuck was happening?
Suddenly, every wall lit up with a blindingly hot pink color, making Hannah recoil and cover her eyes instinctively.
>BEGINNING PROCESSING
After hearing the robotic voice yet again, she felt two robotic arms clasped around her wrists, yanking her backwards onto a chair– on which two identical restraints were put around her ankles, firmly fasting her in place. “What the fuck is this?! Let me out!”
As a response to her cries, the screens started flashing between various different bright colors, making Hannah focus her attention on them. Distracted, she didn't even notice another robotic arm appear from behind the chair, at least not until it discharged a pink, glowing fluid into her muscle.
“Ouch”
>PROCESSING: 12%
“I feel- kinda- dizzy…”. Hannah felt the drug she was injected with blocking her mind. It seemed as if every single thought of hers was just at the tip of her tongue – never to fully coalesce into something complete, held back and fastened in the back of her brain, just as she was.
>PROCESSING: 26%
Then, two more syringes entered her body – injecting a glowing liquid into her top and bottom lip. They immediately swelled to an immense size, while simultaneously parting ways and leaving a gap in the middle – never to be closed again. That gap was then filled with a very realistic dildo, moving in and out of her mouth, while the words SUCK, SWALLOW and REPEAT flashed on the screen.
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Reposting my most-liked caption series from DA here, with a few adjustments!
<part 2 link will be here once I post it>
...and buy me a Ko-Fi (or, rather, a % of my boobjob!) if you wanna <3
With the commands now fully drilled into her unresponsive mind, the screen went blank again. For the next step, two volleyball-shaped bowls attached themselves to Hannah’s breasts, creating intense pressure underneath them – one that felt incredibly pleasurable. Phrases such as SHOW OFF, JUST TITS and EYE CANDY started flashing on the screen, filling her head with new ideas. When the processes ended in roughly two minutes, Hannah could see two enormous mounds sticking out of her chest, looking as fake as they come.
>Processing: 59%
Next up, a helmet was put onto her head, while at the same time a huge dildo entered her pussy. The dildo started fucking her intensely, bringing Hannah pleasure that was beyond comprehension. The text appeared yet again – EMPTY, DUMB, STUPID, BRAINDEAD and many other similar words flashed at an incredibly rapid pace on the screen. At the same time, it felt as if something was being sucked out of her head by the helmet – it seemed as if there were fewer and fewer thoughts attempting to go through the drug-induced barricade in her brain. Soon, only the ones which were being drilled into her head by the flashing text remained. And there weren’t many of them
>Processing: 73%
After a while, the text changed – the phrases FUCKTOY, ALWAYS HORNY and ONLY SEX replaced the previous ones. Simultaneously, the dildo inside of her starting expelling huge amounts of “cum” inside of her. That was not really cum, though. Instead, it was a fluid made out of the very thoughts (that is, her brain cells) sucked out of her head by the helmet. Inside of her, the fluid merged with her body, becoming a part of her pussy. Suddenly, it felt as if her cunt was on fire. She felt so empty, so fucking empty. She needed cock. “FUCK ME”, she screamed. The machine did not respond, though. Instead, the horniness started enveloping her entire being, her pussy becoming so wet it was dripping. She wanted sex. She needed sex. Nothing was important, except sex. And showing off her tits. And sucking dick. All of the commands given to her were firmly in place.
>PROCESSING:84%
The transformation was starting to reach its conclusion. The dildo exited Hannah’s pussy (much to her dismay) and the bounds keeping her in place were removed. She then stood up, mindlessly. Then, a puffy pad hit her in the face, attaching itself to it for a while. After being removed, it left permanent makeup on Hannah’s face – sultry eyeshadow, brightly colored lipstick and various other products, designed to make her face stand out.
>PROCESSING: 100%
Finally, the last change started. Two words appeared before her eyes: FORGET HANNAH. Soon, two new ones took their spot: BECOME KRYSTAL. These phrases kept flashing, faster and faster, interchangeably. Whatever remained of Hannah’s old identity was wiped out. Any memories of a prior life she had left were replaced with the ones of a new identity – Krystal. An identity of a woman that SUCKED and SWALLOWED, that SHOWED OFF and was EYE CANDY. An identity person who was used to being called EMPTY, DUMB, STUPID, or even BRAINDEAD. An identity of a bimbo who embraced the fact that she was ALWAYS HORNY, knew she was FUCKTOY and cared ONLY about SEX.
>FINALIZING PROCESSING
The transformation was over. As a final touch, some new clothing was dispensed to the floor – an outfit that certainly fit the newly created bimbo. It consisted of a hot pink push-up bra, a light pink spaghetti strap tank top, out of which her tits would spill out in their entirety and an incredibly short microskirt, matching the color of the bra.
>BIMBOFICATION.TEST.8 ENDED
A manly looking figure entered the room. Krystal’s eyes lit up, as she rushed towards him, desperate to suck his cock. “Fuck me!” She screamed, repeatedly. She nearly came on the spot when the man replied: “With pleasure… Krystal. I think you’re the biggest bimbo I made yet!”Â
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This is probably the most popular piece I've written? I kinda can't believe it's been 4 years since I made it. Anyway, I haven't written literally anything since I started this page, so I thought I may as well just post stuff from my dA here. Anyway can you tell this was written pre-transition lol
Oh, are we talking ab fake bellies? I highly recommend a water tank weight, the ones made of heavy duty plastic that you fill up to increase the weight. You just wrap them up in a couple layers of fabric and use some support and you can get a pretty heavy belly at a good size. Mine maxes out at about 33lbs/15 kg, but you can always use a smaller one or fill it up less. They can get a little pricey, but they work really well.
We are always talking about bellies here, so feel free to add fake ones to the mix!
This 'water tank weight' is a really interesting idea! My searches for the term aren't providing me with a clear understanding of what you mean, but contextually, I think you're talking about one of those 'water base' things meant to support flags. It appears that they come in both hard and soft varieties, but ultimately, they're a small tank that could be used to add some heft to your belly.
That's another really creative use of mundane items to elevate the fake pregnancy game!
I make them hold my phone as I shove my gock into one of their holes... Then I put on a new porn video, thrusting into their tight hole like they aren't even a person, just a toy to help me jerk off~
They start to shake with an orgasm building and I slap their thighs because they're shaking too much and I can't focus on the video... Finally I cum deep inside them and simply tell them to put their clothes back on since toys don't get cleaned out yet <3
Girl who gets turned on by herself so hey wouldn't it be soooo cute if you dressed up like her? Oh oh let her do your makeup really quick, it'll be super hot! Maybe she teases you the slightest bit of starting to sound like her, even. And in the midst of this you might realize you're picking up more of her little idiosyncrasies and traits, but that's okay. It's normal!
By the time you actually get into bed together, she's used her name when referring to you a few times and it makes you both snicker. Going from incredulous and giddy giggles to panting out one name over and over, staring into your own eyes, drooling and worshipping each other. By the time you're finished, snuggled in close with one another, neither of you is quite sure which is which but...that's fine, one of you can figure it out later!
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