Hi, Iām Lucerne! This started as my horny blog, and I guess it still is, but itās a lot more chill than when it started. There are still *plenty* of horny posts, but honestly I use this blog almost exclusively over my āmainā, so there are also not horny posts! A lot of it is just talking about the writing process lol.
That being said, this blog does contain hard kinks! Originals will be tagged, but reblogs often arenāt.
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Noncon
Extreme sadomasochism
Stalking/Obsession
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Jane is making a big life decision with her girlfriend, Andie, and was kind enough to keep a record of her experience.
Content warnings: Gore, Medical Gore, Surgery, Amputation, Dehumanization
This story is strictly for folks 18+, minors DNI.
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The Transition Diary of Jane Miller, 23
November 24th, 2036
I finally had āthe talkā with Andie today. Iāve been putting it off for over a month, and honestly it was still really scary, but it went really well. Of course it did. Sheās Andie. She was so accepting and sweet about it, I really donāt know what I did to deserve her. She was a little sad, a little nervous, but she wants to go for it. She said she really wanted to support me living my dreams, but I could tell she was a little excited under that too. Weāve played with the idea a lot, and weāve rented girls like that before, so I know how much she loves them, but this is taking it to a whole new level.
Weāre gonna go slow, and in a few phases. I mean, Iām ready to go all the way right now, but she wants to make sure Iām ready at every step, and I donāt wanna worry her. Weāre gonna start with the social transition, saying goodbye to friends and family, tying up as many loose ends with my life as we can, before moving on to the actual legal stuff, let alone the surgeries. We still have to work out the details, but the whole process should take about a year. Christmas is coming up next month, I think weāll make the big announcement then.
Honestly, Iām so excited, and so nervous, I donāt know how Iām gonna sleep tonight.
December 21st, 2036
I told my family today. It wasā¦ a mixed bag. My parents didnāt take it well, started going on and on about how they were losing their daughter. I donāt really know what I was expecting, they did the same thing when I came out as trans. Talked relentlessly about losing their son for a whole year. At least Iām not gonna have to deal with another Christmas with them.
My sister was very understanding though. She was sad too, but weād talked about this for a long time, and she knows itās what I want, more then anything. Sheās always had my back. I feel a little guilty sometimes, for how often she has to be āthe eldestā, and step in between me an our parents, but I know I can always trust her to support me like this. Plus, she seemed very interested in some of theā¦ particulars of the transition. I wonder if Andieāll loan me out to her some time. Iāve never thought of her that way, but I have to admit, the idea is a little exciting.
I realize I forgot to make an entry for it, but I told some of my friends about it before we made the trip home for the holidays. They all seemed happy for me, for the most part. One of them got Andie a tattoo gun as a Christmas present, joking about how I wouldnāt be able to resist anymore. The irony was never lost on me, that I would want to make such a permanent change to my body, but refused to get any ink.
So, it wasnāt everything I hoped for, but at least Iām out to everyone now. Again. And now the real transition can start. Andieās really taken charge in the last month, and already has some appointments scheduled for January. With any luck, Iāll be approved just after new years!
January 12th, 2037
Writing this ācause I just canāt sleep.
I had my inspection last Monday, and it went great! It was honestly a bit moreā¦ invasiveā¦ then I was expecting. The put cameras in places Iād never imagined, and took a bunch of blood and tissue samples. It wasnāt cheap, they even had to do a full genome sequencing to check for genetic disorders that could cause issues later in my life. Well, ālifeā being a relative term.
Then, the next day, I had to spend an hour with a psychiatrist, confirming that yes, I really wanted to do this, no, I was not being pressured, yes, I was depressed, no, I was not unfit to make this decision. It dragged on forever, and was honestly so anxiety inducing. I was so worried the wrong answer would scrap the whole process and Iād have to wait a year to reapply. God, I canāt wait to finally put a stop to my anxieties.
In the end though, everything checked out, and we got the medical approval papers. Tomorrow we have an appointment at the courthouse, and Iām just so excited and so nervous. If all goes well, in uhā¦ 14 hours, Iāll legally be Andieās property.
I really need to get some sleep. Itās gonna be a big day.
January 13th, 2037
ohmygodohmygodohmygod it happened. It finally happened. I thought I would be cheering, or excited, or happy, but in the end it was justā¦ a relief. I sat outside on the courthouse steps with Andie for half an hour and just sobbed into her chest. Iām not a person anymore. Iām her property.
Thank god.
She was so sweet, she took me to this cute little gelato place afterwards and we spent the rest of the day at the big park downtown. It was just such a breath of fresh air. I feel free in a way I havenāt, well, ever.
Iām writing this in the car on the way home right now, she keeps giving me these curious little glances. Weāve been pretty head over heels for each other for years now, but somethingās changed in the last two months. I can see this new kinda hunger in her eyes, deeper then anything sheās shown me before. It reminds me a little of how she treats the girls toys weāve rented for her before. I can tell sheās starting to think of me as one of them. I can tell how much it excites her.
Weāll be home in just a couple minutes. I have a feeling that our first time as owner and toy instead of girlfriend and girlfriend is gonna beā¦ intense.
February 2nd, 2037
It took a while to get a slot, but I finally have my first surgery scheduled later this month! I know Andieās a little more trepidatious about it, but this first one is the most important, at least to me. Iāve had so much dysphoria about these things for so long, especially after my first transition. Finally being rid of them is gonna make such a huge difference. Wish me luck!
February 27th, 2037
I wanted to write about it the night before, but I was too nervous. Then I had planned to write about it right after the surgery, but honestly, I just couldnāt. I knew the statistics, how common surgical regret was immediately after, how it usually faded, but I really wasnāt prepared. I was sobbing that first day, and horridly depressed. It felt like the biggest mistake of my life. Like Iād ruined myself. I was so scared, I didnāt know what to do. But, the hours passed, then the first days, and it got so much better.
The surgery was three days ago now, and by this point, Iām overjoyed. Still nervous, still very much getting used to the change, but confident that this was the right choice for me.
Obviously Iāve had to switch to a speech-to-text journal, itās not exactly easy to write without arms, but I wanted to keep this thing going. Iām thinking I might switch to audio logs after this though, at least until the last surgery. After that, I donāt really know. Andie might get me an implant, but thatās up to her, I donāt wanna sway her one way or the other. I committed to being her toy, and I will be, no matter what.
Woof. Just this little bit of journaling really took it out of me. Recovering from a surgery like this is no joke. Iām gonna try and get some rest. Iāll check back in when I can.
March 18th, 2037 [Audio Log]
My doctor told Andie that my recovery is coming along really well! The grafts have taken really cleanly, and the wounds have been healing as expected. Iāve gotten to see them a few times when Andie was changing my bandages. Every time it make me hard lol.
The other day, while they were off, she helped me over to the big mirror on her closet door. I honestly wanted to cry. I just looked so beautiful. Iād imagined myself looking like that so many times, but it didnāt prepare me for just how impactful it was. They had removed some of the bone from my shoulder blades, and folded the muscle around to make it relatively soft and smooth. I looked so sleek, the way my neck tapered into my slim shoulders, how they curved gracefully down to my rib cage, no more interruptions in my form. I felt likeā¦ like it was how I was meant to look. Andie mentioned how it surprised her, how sheād never seen me smile quite that wide before.
I stood there for probably ten minutes, just taking myself in, before she led me back to our bed. Her bed. She put one hand on my chest and another on my back, and gently laid me back down in the sheets, before climbing on top, straddling my hips. I always loved the way she looked towering over me like that. She leaned down, and began to run her hands ever so gently up my sides, down my neck, and over those tender wounds. She was so careful, making sure not to aggravate them at all. It would still be a few more weeks before she could get rough again, but for now, it was everything I could ask for. Her hands on these new parts of me. From the way she smiled back, I knew how much it mustāve shown on my face.
I felt her cock stiffen between us, rubbing against my own, clumsily sliding alongside each other as she rocked back and forth, exploring my scars. It was definitely the right choice, to be her toy.
April 4th, 2037 [Audio Log]
When we started this process last year I had always assumed that the legs would be the next thing to go after the arms, but I guess itās more complicated then that. When working out the schedule with our surgeon, she pointed out that with the arms gone, and with me not really being able to take care of myself anymore, it was important to deal with some of the more utilitarian surgeries before I lost the ability to walk.
As such, now that my shoulders are largely healed up, weāve set the āwaste managementā surgeries for next Thursday. Iāmā¦ not gonna go into detail on these. These are the parts of being a toy that I didnāt really want to think about before we got started, though Andie had assured me she didnāt mind the extra chores.
The basics, at least as they were explained to us, are that the surgeons will go in through the back, to prevent scarring on the belly, and add some lab-grown organs into my digestive system. The first is a kind of bio-mechanical bladder that somehow filters and recycles water, while dumping the filtered waste products into this replaceable canister that goes in a port in my back. Donāt ask me how it works, I donāt really get it. The second part is a different replaceable canister forā¦ umā¦ the other waste.
Look, the upshot is, I wonāt have to go to the bathroom, Andieāll just have to replace my canisters twice a week. Nice and clean. And as a byproduct Iāll need a lot less food and water to survive. Iām trying not to think too much about why that is.
The important thing is, itāll make me much easier for Andie to take care of. I donāt wanna just be a chore for her, I wanna be fun. A proper toy. So as long as thisāll help with that, Iām happy to do it.
The recovery on this one will be about a month, but after that weāll finally get to move on to the legs. That one Iām excited for. Thisā¦ I just wanna get this over with.
April 12th, 2037 [Audio Log]
These canisters are fucking weird.
May 11th, 2037 [Audio Log]
Iāve gotten used to these things over the last month, but honestly I still find the experience really strange. Every three days Andie makes me turn my back to her, twists this hunk of metal in my back, and pulls out two little stainless steel cylinders. Itās just kinda bizarre. I feel like a cyborg. Actually, I guess I kinda am.
Anyway, the big news today is that the surgeon approved me for my next operation! Aaaand the sad news is that their office is slammed, and itās gonna be another month before I can actually get it done. Apparently some new online trend for femboys to get vaginoplasty has really limited the availability of plastic surgeons. Itās frustrating, but at least itās on the calendar, so I can look forward to it.
Andieās taken me on little day hikes three times in the past week, and itās been really nice. I think sheās honestly glad for the extra month, and in some ways, I guess I am too. Iām really glad to be making this choice, I know itās right for me, but I am gonna miss getting out into nature like this. Andie said sheāll still bring me along when she goes car-camping, but I know it wonāt be the same. Still, Iām really enjoying this time, and Iām glad itās helping her feel more at ease with this decision.
June 4th, 2037 [Audio Log]
It wasnāt because of the orchid it was swan that bit the duck when she made the lapping noises of the pond. But the duck wasnāt the one who at it was the berry that did itself in the double helix that formed the bond beneath. She wanted the duck to be the globe but...
June 5th, 2037 [Audio Log]
Oh they gave me the good recovery drugs this time.
The third major surgery was yesterday morning, and I was so out of it afterwards. It was apparently very long, and there were some scary complications with one of the arteries in my leg, but they were able to get it under control. I donāt understand exactly what it was, but they said my recovery may take a week or two longer then otherwise expected.
Itās honestly pretty scary to think about. I mean, I know any major surgery is a risk, but that could have killed me if they hadnāt caught it. Then again, with the way my mental health was going before this, I canāt say for certain that I would have survived not doing this. Everything is a risk. Deciding what risks are worth taking to you is one of the hardest things to do in life. But I know this is a risk worth taking for me. I made up my mind about that a long time ago.
A lot of my body is still numb, and thereās just kinda a dull pain everywhere. It was like that with my arms too, but this is different. Iām still curious to know what itāll feel like once I can really feel again. I used to press my thighs together when I was happy. Used to rub my legs against each other when I was cold. Itās strange to think that Iāll never do that again. But more then anything, I feel excited. I canāt wait to feel her hands on my new flush hips. I mean, Iāll have to wait for a bit, but itās gonna be amazing.
June 19th, 2037 [Audio Log]
Iāll never get over the feeling of Andie dressing my wounds. It was amazing before, but now? With no limbs to react with? To brace, or squirm, or struggle with? Itās just incredible. Every time she replaces the bandages around my hips it drives me wild. And itās made worse by the way the tight, airy fabric both restrains and stimulates my cock. And I know she knows. I know that cruel, sadistic, loving smile of hers.
Every time sheās redressed them she lets her fingers linger on the edges, tracing the line of the bandages over my belly, around me sides, before running her hands up and over my flush shoulders. The little chuckle she gives when she seeās the white cotton caging my clit twitch beneath her touch is both so infuriating and infatuating. I canāt help but whimper, but beg for her to go further, as my newly limbless body sits there, unmoving and frustrated beneath her teasing hands.
With my lower parts inaccessible sheās begun relieving herself with my mouth a lot more. Iāve always loved giving blowjobs, feeling her cock deep in my throat, so honestly itās been heaven for me. Obviously Iām just a toy, I donāt get a say in what hole she uses, but I hope she keeps using my throat this much even after the bandages come off. Even after I get my third hole.
I heard her tell a friend on the phone that she scheduled that surgery for next month. She still hasnāt told me directly. I think sheās really been getting into this toy mentality. God I love her so much.
July 28th, 2037 [Audio Log]
She never told me. Iāve been losing track of what day it is a lot recently, itās hard to keep on top of that like this. My hips were fully healed as of about a week ago, so I knew it had to be coming soon. The day she leaned me up and fucked me in front of that mirror was the first day of my life that I really, truly felt like myself. The limbless toy being used by her owner, that was truly me.
Today I woke up in a large plastic tote bag. Iām not sure when she put me in there, but as I looked up out of the opening I could see the car door opening as I was dropped inside, in the back seat. She hasnāt taken me anywhere in a while. She hasnāt been speaking to me much either. Just the basics.
She still cared, I knew that much. She couldāve dropped me off at the hospital reception desk and picked me up when I was done, but she still stayed. She waited with me, saw me off into surgery, and was there again when I woke up.
Itās funny, I never really saw myself getting bottom surgery before. When I transitioned a few years ago it was never something Iād had any real dysphoria about, so I just didnāt bother. I liked being a girl with a dick, honestly. But when I decided to be a sex toy, specifically one for her, that all changed. Something inside me flipped, and I just knew that this was what I needed. Not because I didnāt enjoy having a cock, but because I desperately wanted another hole. Plus, I loved the idea of having something self-lubricating, besides my mouth, and I knew this would be the best option.
Still, it was a strange feeling, waking up without it. I didnāt really feel it much the first day, but the first time they changed the bandages, the difference was palpable. It wasnāt bad, not at all, but it wasnāt euphoric either. It was more utilitarian, like the back surgeries had been. Still, when the nurse was showing Andie how to change the bandages (which were almost identical to the hip bandages from the leg surgery), I couldnāt help feeling my cheeks go red as she inspected my new hole. I couldnāt see it, and I imagined it to be rather scarred and raw given how fresh it was, but she seemed fascinated by it, and I couldnāt help but get a little excited.
I hope she enjoys it. I really canāt wait to feel her inside me.
September 2nd, 2037 [Audio Log]
Wow, itās been a while since Iāve done one of these. Um, updatesā¦ updatesā¦ well, my recovery from the surgery went pretty well, and it was uh, āfunctionalā in under a month. They had mentioned that I would need to dilate every day for the first three months, while the artificial structural netting grew in, but that hasnāt exactly been difficult. Andie canāt seem to get enough of it.
The first time really was special. She was so gentle, so careful with the still-raw tissue inside me. The absolutely drenched her cock in lube before sliding in, but she still bottomed out on that first long, slow thrust. It was a kind of fullness I had never really imagined, and I loved it more then I could ever have known. As she sat there, still, hips pressed to mine, I felt myself clench around her for the first time, and saw her eyes go wide. After that, I could tell it was just a game of restraint. It was like watching her edge herself with my body. That hunger in her eyes, the way she so clearly wanted to just grab my sleek, flush hips and rut into me like a dog in heat, but knew she had to keep control if she wanted to maintain this new found fleshlight, at least for the next few months. I could see how maddening it was, and I couldnāt help but don a wide, bratty grin.
As soon as itās safe to do so, I think sheās gonna make me regret that. I canāt wait.
September 19th, 2037 [Audio Log]
We had a big conversation today. Itās been nearly a year since that first one, but this is another big threshold to be crossed, and the one Andieās been most concerned about. Itās the final go/no-go. Vocal chords.
Iāve wanted them gone this whole time, but Andie wanted them to be the last thing, so I had every chance to say no, and put a stop to this, however far along we may have been. But the time is here, and Iām ready.
We talked a lot about other procedures, things that we could maybe do in the future, and I gave my preliminary consent to a lot of things. Eye removal, facial replacement, brest augmentation, even decapitation and artificial brain implantation. That last one would kill me, obviously, so I told her I wanted to wait at least five years before doing that, if itās what she wanted to do. She agreed, as always. Sheās so kind, so careful, so patient. I love her so much.
I lay there, propped up on the couch next to her as she made the call to the surgeon. Iām scheduled for next week. She helped me record a few final messages for some friends, for my sister, before pulling me into her lap.
Iām really loving the way she can bounce me on her cock now. She grabs me by my smooth, fatty hips and just pumps me up and down again and again, staring possessively at my cunt, at my tits, refusing to make eye contact with her new favorite toy. I can feel myself becoming less and less of a person to her every day. I can only hope the loss of my voice accelerates that process.
She had a date, a few days ago. Her first since we started down this road a year ago. She didnāt tell me about it, and didnāt tell her about me. I never even saw the girl. That afternoon I watched from my spot on her bed as she showered, got dressed, did her hair and makeup in much the same way she did for our first date, as realization slowly dawned on me. I was so happy to see it. She never considered herself poly, so I knew this marked a permanent shift in our dynamic. We werenāt in a relationship anymore. I was a toy she owned.
The true show of this came as she picked me up off the mattress and lay me on the floor, telling me to keep quiet, before shoving me under the bed with her foot. I stayed there in the dark for hours as she went out, and listened to it all when she got home. I got to hear the muffled giggling and flirting from the other room, watched as their clothes crumpled to the floor beside me, and basked in the sounds of them fucking above me. I was a little sad, she wouldnāt need her toy tonight, but the feeling was far surpassed by the euphoria of feeling like a proper sex toy, shoved under the bed out of sight while my owner fucked a real girl.
Once my voice is gone, once she finally stops seeing any humanity in me, I wonder if sheāll share me. I wonder if sheāll loan me out to her friends. If one of the girls she dates will find me while reaching for a strap and wanna use me. If her next partner will wanna keep me, or ask her to throw me out. No matter what, Iām just happy to have finally found my place in this world. To finally be myself.
I donāt know if Iāll ever be able to update this journal again, so if not, I guess, thanks for reading. I know what I say doesnāt really matter, but if thereās other girls like me out there, other girls that wanna find love for themselves in becoming living sex toys, I hope this inspires you. Thanks for reading the journal of a sex doll <3
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Thanks for reading! Obviously this is all purely fictional, please do not actually feel inspired to do anything like this in real life.
I think like an adult daughter x mom vibe is like really cute! Like being like normal lovers but its with your mom. She's still got that doting aspect and is more experienced with life in general so she handles dealing with the mortgage and budgeting etc, but you see how much she struggles sometimes so you work really hard to pick up some of the slack! Now she's not so stressed about finances and getting things fixed around the house.
When you're initmate together it's magical. Sometimes you lean into the whole age and incest thing but even seperate from that it's amazing. You two are really similar! Both in kinks and your bodies. You both know all the best spots to touch each other, and take turns getting cute reactions out of each other.
She's just as willing to experiment as you are, trying new extreme things thay go way beyond what normal kinky relationships do. She has needs that disgust her. Just like you do. She's lived a life and it hasn't been easy and sometimes she needs these things that make her feel sick and now you're there as you are and you'll always be eager for anything she needs or anything she wants.
You're both fully realized, actualized people. You're fucked up sometimes. You hurt each other way more often than you'd like. You spend every night in bed together and hold her close and she's so beautiful and smells so good. You love her. She loves you.
this got me a really vivid image of the mom in one of your baggy band tees, looking like some milfy punk girl. Sleepy and cozy and cuddly with you. I think having a lazy day together would be divine. You think about before you got together. You talked constantly. You were very close, but still you felt lonely at night. You craved her warmth and her scent and her affection and now she's yours. Just yours. Forever.
Morning drafting session beginning now. With any luck Iāll finish the draft and move onto beta reading and editing by the time itās over! I will get this chapter out soon I will I will I will!!!
Stopped at noon with word count at 6.8k. Felt like I was at the goddamn omorashi cafe, had to pee so bad the whole time but there wasnāt a bathroom. Iām back home now, empty bladder thank god. I have some life stuff to attend to, but I will return to the draft later today.
Feeling weird about what Iām writing rn, but I will follow through and see what my beta readers think about the sequence. It might need scrapped entirely idk. Attempting to depict a symptom I havenāt suffered from extensively, not for a long time either, so Iām not confident in it. Weāll work it till itās good tho
Morning drafting session beginning now. With any luck Iāll finish the draft and move onto beta reading and editing by the time itās over! I will get this chapter out soon I will I will I will!!!
I want everyone to know I had sex with my favorite plushie for the first time last week. I didnāt think she liked me like that, honestly I didnāt think any of my plushies would be interested in that we all just have really strong platonic bonds, but my femme mediated a conversation between the two of us and it ended up coming out that my plushie *was* interested in that and we had sex and it was amazing and afterwards she told me she had so much fun and even the morning after when I checked in with her she told me again how much she enjoyed it and how happy it made her to hear I enjoyed it too. And so we donāt really know what we are now, friends with benefits has a far more casual connotation than is accurate but we arenāt romance partners (yet) or anything. Weāre just friends who love each other very much just like weāve always been and now sexual intimacy is just part of that bond!
Going to admit to every stranger on the internet rn that Iāve been thinking about it a lot since it happened and Iāve been kind of wanting to initiate something like it again but Iām scared of demanding too much from her too quickly after this first developed
transfem cannibal whoās really nice and t4t so whenever one of her victims is another transfem she just eats a leg and lets her live as an amputee. it would be so easy to eat the whole girl yet she restrains herself.
I need to make sure everyone knows that Sidney is so me for real. Nica is so me for real. Lilith is so me for real. This is a story about me and me and also you guessed it!!! Me again bitch!!! This is an incest story but on a spiritual level itās also a selfcest story and no oneās gonna be able to connect with it that way besides me but itās still true
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I fucking haaate that I have to, like, actually do shit and attend to responsibilities and complete tasks and shit like that. I wish I got 24 hours every day to do all that and then another 24 to do my hobbies. Itās so unfair that one takes time away from the other. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Cus I actually fucking enjoy the shit I do!!! For the most part!!! I like my job I like my tasks I like living a life and experiencing things!! BUT!! I also have creative pursuits I want to engage in!! And I donāt have time for those because Iām always fucking busy with the life shit!!!
The two months I was unemployed were absolutely miserable but also insanely fulfilling for finally having time to dedicate to things besides the never ending mountain of things I must do to stay alive.
Itās the last day of July and Iām not getting this thing finished today Iām sorry. Iāve been stupid busy with stupid life shit :(
I am getting it done faster than I got the last one done I swear
I love you all Iām so touched people are reading my slop vent fic and enjoying it as much as they are. This has been such a validating journey to embark upon and Iām very thankful youāve all been as kind as you have. I feel like this chapter is gonna be really good. Thank you for your patience, I love you all dearly.
Is there a representation of aliens in media that you've found particularly interesting?
Iām in love with The Thing (1982). An alien that adapts by consuming and then imitating the native life forms is utterly fascinating. A predator that becomes what it eats and assimilates that biomass, consumption as a primary form of reproduction.
But also a creature that is made up of infinitely smaller creatures. A hive mind of single cell organisms doing their best to pretend to be a multicellular organism. A being that will literally be betrayed by itself for survival crabs in a bucket style.
Itās a beautiful narrative tool that lines up with so many metaphors, and on top of that the idea of the creature itself is just enthralling.
Itās fear and lying and desperation and āyou canāt deny your natureā and assimilating in order to preserve yourself and only being able to find others like you when no oneās looking and keeping to the shadows because you know youāre wrong you know they hate you but god please you just want to live.
