trans boy toy for rich men at a high end gentlemen’s club. blindfolded and tied up on a pool table while men in expensive suits smoke and play with his nipples and talk around him. making little noises and whines until they decide they want to play billiards in a different way. gag their little ‘darling’ with one of their ties and make him tilt his hips up. push a pool ball in his pussy while he moans and mewls from the stretch. keeps popping them in one by one, the large, heavy things stretching him wide, sometimes using the stick to push them further in. three other men are rubbing his nipples and clit. until he’s sopping wet and already came twice, making a mess on the green velvet of the table. they’re not done having their fun though. they undo the gag and take turns fucking his throat upside down to distract him while the other men roll the ball machine near the table, place the tube right inside his stretched cunnie. they put quarters in and turn the lever and the boy chokes on the cock in his throat as he realizes what’s happening. the machine begins shooting pool balls right into the boy’s already stuffed cunt, shoving the previous balls deeper into his tummy. the men laugh and jerk off on him as they turn the lever faster, the balls shooting in at a harder speed, thudding and clacking inside the boy. he’s helpless as his belly expands with heavy balls, stomach large and round and lumpy. he cums again but they don’t stop until the machine is empty. he’s a pretty sight when they pull it out. he’s heavy and tied on the table, covered in cum and drooling, stomach huge and stuffed above him. a pool ball peaks out from his messy ruined cunt, wet and sloppy. they take off his blindfold and his eyes roll as they rub his engorged clit with the tip of the pool stick. when he squirts, the force of it has his belly cramping as multiple pool balls shoot out of his pussy, some even making into the scoring holes on the bottom side of the table as the men laugh and cheer. he’s still filled with many balls when the men call over the bar owner and say they’re finished playing. the bar owner smiles and makes his way over, clamping the boy’s nose shut and collaring him. he cinches the collar and looks at his watch tick, tapping his foot to the time as the boy jerks and gasps for air on the table, tongue out and drooling and gagging. he’s gently asphyxiated until he stops struggling, eyes growing glassy as he softens and stills on the table, sweet and obedient. the bar owner waits until the choking noises die down, accepting handsome tips from the men who are leaving with their suit coats and cigars in tow. as soon as they leave, he undoes the collars and clamps and ties, massaging the unconscious boy’s stomach until he gasps for breath, coming to on the table. “You did well, sweet boy,” the bar owner praises proudly, and the boy blushes and looks away, still panting cutely.
source: mickeyimagines.tumblr.com archive on the wayback machine
When darling boy slips a little while showering one day, Dom decides they’re never letting any potential harm befall their sweet fragile boy again and completely remodels the shower - now every time their boy needs to get clean he gets tied to the MANY grab bars fixed to the walls of the shower “for your own safety, of course!” Once completely immobile, doting Dom can THOROUGHLY clean and care for their boy - taking full advantage of all the new shower nozzles and attachments... after all, nothing is more important than caring for their precious boy!
oh THIS is brilliant. they’re just having sexy times until one day whoosh, his little boy slips and ends up with a nasty bruise and his dom is Not Having It, even though his boy is giggling and saying he’s fine, he’s gonna remodel the whole damn shower. so he does, and there’s lots of grab bars placed strategically. and it’s sweet and great, it really is, the boy loves that his dom is looking out for him, always feels safe when he showers alone but this...isn’t exactly what he had in mind, he thinks, his hands tied to a grab bar high up on one of the walls, arms stretched above his head (”Why is that even up there,” he’d asked confusedly, and his dom had explained it was so he could hang things like a shower cubby or a loofa from there, and it made sense, but in retrospect, he should’ve guessed his naughty dom also wanted to pull something like this).
“Baby,” he panted as his dom kissed his neck, “this isn’t exactly...” he trails off in a moan his dom starts fingering him. His dom pulls back, looks at their gorgeous boy, and he’s a sight. Naked and all wet, water running down his sides, nipples perked up, face tucked into one of his arms that are stretched above him, eyes half-lidded, panting and surrounded by steam. They finger the boy until his knees are shaking, hole soft and wet. They grab one of the new nozzles, and slowly slip it into the boy while he moans. They push and push until it’s deep in his tummy, and he looks so debauched like this, restrained and legs shaking, the tube of the nozzle disappearing into his body until his hole closes around a thick band in the tube. He looks like a little toy all plugged in and ready to be played with. His dom starts the warm water and watches as the boy arches as water rushes into his stomach, groaning.
On and off, on and off. Keeps filling up his boy and watches as he slips a little more into subspace the more the water is pumped into him, drooling and shivering even though it’s hot inside the shower. Rubs his tummy when he cramps, his belly bulging slowly. He knows he’s hit that sweet spot when the boys knees give way, and his dom pushes against him to keep him upright as turns on the water for the last time. His boy is teary and soft now, arms straining as his belly expands rapidly with the sudden influx of water, taut tummy pushing against his dom’s stomach. He’s whining as his dom rubs the cramps away, quickly replacing the nozzle with a dildo they brought, though a little water splashes out. He carries the clean swollen boy out of the bathroom, softly rubbing lotion all over his body, massaging his big tummy full of water. They know their boy will stay in subspace for as long as he’s filled, and they’d both intended for him to be kept in subspace tonight so he’d be soft and ready to go in the morning, but the boy had no idea this was how his dom would do it. turns out remodeling the bathroom was an excellent idea.
i think a good test for little puppies to see if they’re really housebroken is to fill them up until they’re bursting, get on all fours, and lift one of their legs up like they’re going potty, but make them hold it until they say they’re allowed. a good puppy would be able to wait for permission! only bad puppies tinkle on the floor without asking. it doesn’t matter that it’s an emergency, you should be able to hold it.
aww, look at you shake. are you whimpering, too? that’s adorable! your poor little bladder is so tired, just begging to piddle all over the floor. but you won’t, will you? not without permission. even if permission never comes, you’ll keep holding, because you’re a good puppy.
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.
Getting a industrial grade pastry filling machine used on me.
Being lead to the back of the bakery, being promised some free sweets from my friend who works there. They need help getting rid of a bunch of it before it gets tossed in the morning for not being fresh, more than a good enough reason for me as im led to a whole tray of confectionary treats and stuffing my face, none the wiser as they slowly ready a thick nozzle and hose.
With a lift of my skirt and a hard push they shove the nozzle into me and before I can even finish yelping in shock they crank the pump to the max and grab my arms, pinning them behind me as they whisper into my ear about how I really am helping them get rid of bad product. The custard doesent taste good at all and no one would eat it, so they needed a gullible glutton to dump it all in like a sentient trash can.
It takes no time at all before my shirts riding up and im whimpering in at how full I feel, my gut grumbles and groans alongside me in protests. I whine for it stop but if anything they just turn up the flow, after all there's still a few more gallons of custard to go so either I manage to keep it all down, or they just have another mess to mop up.
An unsuspecting guy is in a lab, shirtless and with a butt plug deeply secured in him and then being forced to chug a whole gallon of heavy, creamy cake batter mixed with a block of butter, 3 cups of self raising flower and a jar of cream…for science. After awkwardly gulping down the last of it and letting out a long burp, he can barely stand, stumbling forward with the sudden weight shift, gasping, his hands quickly reach for his now painfully stretched belly that sticks out comically in front of him compared to how he looked moments earlier. The scientists around him nod in approval at one another and jot down notes. His face flushes from embarrassment.
He’s then guided over to a bed, sloshing with each step, where he’s then strapped down by his wrists and ankles, with his now full, distended stomach directly under a what looks like a massive heat lamp that’s yet to be turned on. He huffs as he lays there, feeling all the thick contents inside him sloshing heavily from all the movement and straining against his skin, crammed so tight in his very curved upper belly.
He’s left there, panting and confused, squirming to try and get comfortable while he waits for the next part of the experiment to commence. After what feels like forever, the contents of the sloppy batter finally enters his bowels and rounds out his belly in a more even and circular arch. He sighs as the pressure subsides from his stomach and evens out in his lower belly. But that was only the start.
Suddenly the heat lamp flashes on with a bright glow beaming directly down onto his belly with full heat. The mass of cake mix slowly begins to bake and rise inside him, making his tummy quickly start to bubble and bloat under the surface of his skin, visibly stretching out more from the continuous expanding of all the goop.
He starts to panic as he realises what’s happening to him and that the pressure seems to be constantly increasing in his gut and intestines, glorping uncomfortably deep inside him, and fast. He calls to the scientists to help him but they all simply stare at his gut, silently observing his cries. Scared and confused, he desperately thrashes about trying to free himself to be able to at least rub his belly for some relief, but all the quick sudden movements just speeds up the process and his tummy bloat’s further in a matter of seconds, forcing him to gasp and arch his back to make space for the bloating. He moans with teary eyes, realising he must surrender to his fate with these people intentionally watching him suffer, so he attempts to relax again, with little success. A few of the scientists scoff and whisper to each other. He even hears one comment on how fat he’s getting under his breath. The man feels humiliated, but the pain starts to become stronger than the shame now.
In the next few minutes, he can’t help but wince and grown as he feels small bubbles of warm gas roll through him and force their way out of him any way they can. Since his rear end was already stuffed shut from the plug, the only option was for a constant stream of small burps to start coming out to make room for the increasing amount of hot batter blowing up his midsection. His skin blushes more and more red as it all expands inside him. Soon enough completely filling up every inch of his stomach and lower belly with cake, getting warmer and rounder and more uncomfortably taut with each passing minute. Gurgling and churning with each strained breath while forced to start burping even more loudly from the increasing pressure in an attempt to relieve the burn from the heavy mass growing in him and digging into his underwear uncomfortably.
After 20 minutes of this, the scientists bagan to laugh and taunt his condition, but his didn’t care anymore. His already stuffed belly had become enormously swollen, grotesquely sitting like concrete in his gut, with so much hot gas building up in there, towering above him, leaving him groaning, crying and squirming for relief desperately under his inflating bloat that would only get denser and heavier and bigger and fuller— *BUURRRPPP!* *uuggh* *Urrp~*
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always had a kicker for the experiment gone wrong trope. imagine a secret company found how the bull breeders hypersperm can be easily spliced with other foriegn dna, making them exponentionally more virolent and test it out on some college boys who think they're making a quick buck
next thing they know theyre on the ground with massive boytits exploding with milk as their new litter thrashes violently, the company having released too many of the hyper sperm on them. but they still label it a success. and who knows, maybe the company and the monster farm might just strike up a partnership...
I think you mean experiment gone right ! [Mpreg, hyper preg, rapid preg, lactation, breast expansion, hyper sperm]
College guy thinking he'll just try out the ad since he'll be getting paid. He needs the extra cash and this one was paying big money because of how experimental the testing was. But he was always lucky so he's not exactly worried about dying or anything life changing.
Scientists in a room in full hazmat suits wheeling in two fifty five gallon drums. He knew it was about hyper sperm but he wasn't on an unsafe day so he's not worried about anything regarding that. He knows hyper sperm only really got to be around tadpool sized for humans and he knows he can handle a few of those in his hole.
The drum is slowly lowered but the thing jerks and the scientist drops it. He scrambles to try and keep it safe but it's too late and the lid flies off it the drum. The other guy stumbles trying to help the first and the other drum also gets knocked over and cracked open.
He walks over to try and help them but then the white globs that are in the drums move.
Dozens of huge aggressive hyper sperm practically lunge at him with the ferocity of a starving wolf pack when he gets close. He falls on his back under the heavy weight and when his eyes snap back open he's greeted to dozens of hyper sperm all the size of rabbits. Fat, oversized and heavy.
They're also active. Very eager and on a mission.
He shouts when they all start trying to slip under his boxers- which because he's in boxers is done laughably easy even when they were as large as they were. The first bulbous thing slide against his hole and the hyper sperm is almost slimy- moist. Theres no way this things gonna be able too-
But the fat oversized thing is much stronger than it should be for a thing it's size. Having been genetically altered to be as hyper aggressive as it can be to make sure it fulfills its purpose.
And that purpose was to breed.
The hyper sperm almost as thick as his thigh shoves itself into his hole- squirming and thrashing its way deeper as soon as it slides home. His knees try and pitch inwards when it does- Because holy fuck thats thick, big and active! But as soon as it slips inside another fat hypersperm takes the space between his legs and plops its bulbous head against his hole. Shoving itself right in after the first. It also ends forcing the first one even deeper. Than another takes its place-!
When the forth manages to cram itself inside is that's when it happens.
He's impregnated by one of those monsters for the first time. His head fogs so sharply he stops thinking for a bit. Can only think about how hot his body feels and how he cums. His whole body tenses cumming the hardest he ever felt in his life. And once it stops his body goes limp- gasping and panting and his legs splaying open. Which only makes the hyper sperm swarm him quicker.
His belly quickly becoming paunch then bigger- rounder. Twin heavy belly in a couple of moments. Every fat hyper sperm that forces its way into his hole only makes his stomach swell up a size larger than before. Skin taunt and lumps of the overactive hyper sperm only warping the shape of his steadily becoming cumtank of a belly even further.
His nipples throb hotter but he can barely think about it when he's getting his brain broken being bred so many consecutive times in a row. Nipples darkening before getting puffy- and puffier- fatter and thicker. His chest also growing along with his nipples- He has B cups soon enough. And after that now it seems like every hyper sperm that forces its way inside him is now making his new tits grow alongside his dome of a belly.
Skin steadily stretching his tits and belly too with each hyper sperm that continues the sudden breeding session. Stomach groaning and gurgling loud and audibly. Two hyper sperm find his hole at the same time and they both force themselves into his hole simultaneously. His groans loudly- his nipples jump another size and he sprays breast milk when he cums again. Now two hyper sperm at a time forcing themselves through his hole.
By the time every single hyper sperm has forced its way inside him he's a mess. Bred and heavy, hyper pregnant. Belly a huge round mound on top of his form. Belly thrashing and shaking- groaning and churning through gallons of hyper aggressive hyper sperm. Multiple bulges from the hyper sperm fighting both for space and for another one of his overused eggs.
His new boytits proper udders. Each both bigger than his head with huge thick nipples idly leaking milk while his nipples throb over and over again. His body forcing him to produce and produce more and more milk by the minute. To try and meet the demand of the amount of eggs he's had claimed and fertilized and is still getting fertilized as the minutes go by.
And well- the experiment was a success. Clearly he's more pregnant then even his own body knows what to do with. Made a proper breeding bitch and brood father in less than an hour. Body and hole more than changed enough he'll doing exactly that for a good long while after being bred so thoroughly.
College boy left with only enough remaining brain power after so many earth shattering impregnating orgasms that he can only think about wanting more. Wanting his belly and tits bigger. Wanting his belly thrashing harder. Wanting to be even more pregnant knowing each time it happens he'll only be rewarded again- That he'll feel even better than before.
And thankfully for him he's always been lucky... 💞
hucow and hubull farms are such hard work but also so fulfilling or rather filling, just imagine a farm hand that's tasked with breeding. it should be an easy enough job, first he needs to milk the bulls of their hypersperm and then he just needs to go around to all the cows and grab as many giant sperm as he can and make sure to push them deep inside the hucows to make sure they get bred, the sperm are agrressive, wriggling out of his hands and his bucket and he knows he'll have to do this several times a day for several days to make sure the sweet cows are properly bred, usually he makes sure to stuff them as full as he can but during the last round of breeding duty before his time off he saves away as much as he can, they must have changed something in the hubulls diet because those big sperms are even bigger and rougher than usual, he's sure nobody will notice if he fills himself up with what he stached away and then he can have himself a nice few days of being stuffed to the brim with wild wiggling sperm that fight inside of him for the chance to breed him not knowing that hubulls can't impregnante humans... too bad the farm owner catches him waddling out at the end of the day or maybe he finds the poor farmhand cumdrunk with some leftover sperms fighting to reach his holes or maybe he's alerted by the poor guy moaning so loudly since he underestimatd the pleasure he would get from the sperm, no matter how the only thing left to do is to punish him for the theft or those virile sperm, it takes some time before the owner can shove the farmhands cumflated belly into one of the breeding stocks he keeps around for the bulls to use to get themselves off when they get too full between milking, he can enjoy his days off in there where noone will find him, how long will it take the farmhand to figure out that the hubulls can't breed humans thing is just a misconception and just how many babies will he walk away with
Not able to resist the call of the squishy squirming hyper virile sperm. Knowing that just one can make a breeding bovine pregnant with multiples. Its like the need to feel some of them thrashing in his hole and belly are calling to him like a siren. And- they won't miss one hyper sperm right? At least maybe they wouldn't have but he got greedy. Seeing the breeders with rounded squirming bellies as they were stuffed full of hyper sperm. Maybe he wanted a couple inside to feel them properly thrash. It was just gonna be that.
But he wasn't ready for how good it felt having his hole forced wide to take the live thing. As soon as it makes contact the hyper sperm practically lunges into his hole and starts moving. He gets through three before his vision goes white and he comes to with the farmer standing over him. Hands on his hips looking down at him. His bellies distended a bit with noticeable movement- caught littlerally with his pants down stealing merchandise.
The farmer deciding if he wants a belly full of hyper sperm he'll give him a belly full of hyper sperm. All before shoving him into place in one of the breeding stocks- his hole on display for anyone to use. And shoving a blinder over his eyes so he can't even see. But he sure does feel the first oversized breeder bull cock that reshapes his hole. Fucked like livestock and hyper sperm unloaded right into his hole.
Having a belly full of as much hyper sperm as he could hope for and than some. Cumming over being used as the cumdump stress relief toy for all the hucow and hubull studs. The writhing of the hyper sperm in his bloated belly only continues between rounds. Sometimes cumming just from the sensation of them writhing non stop. Hyper sperm only becoming more and more aggressive the more breeding competition that's fucked and unloaded inside himself.
A week goes by of having only more hyper sperm fucked into him. The writhing only having gotten stronger as the days went by. And the farmer finally pulls the breeding stock apart so it can be cleaned. All while the farmer pulls off the farmhand's blinder. The farmhand thumps onto his ass his entire weight lurching forward when his belly thwamps downwards like the rest of him. He pants and gasps and he almost screams at the sight of his middle.
His belly was large- it was obsurdly large. Grown out past his own knees, a dark heavy line down the middle like he was ripe. He couldn't even see over his expanse of an overstuffed belly. A grown adult could easily fit inside his cum ruined gut. The farmer saying the farmhand was finally done. His gut jumped with the usual movement before a solid thawp on his belly from the farmer makes the farmhand grunt. The heavy hyper sperm start thrashing up a storm over the jostle. His boss says he hopes he enjoys the promotion-?
That's when he realizes there's something on the side of his cum tank belly. Right where the farmer touched him. He freezes at the sight.
There was a big sticker that had been slapped onto the side of his gurgling groaning gut. It was in the shape of a hoof print with text laid out on top of the design.
It said "Calves on board". Like those car stickers-!?
A rounded bulge distended his stomach from the inside out right above the sticker. The bulge slowly dragged across his taunt skin before disappearing back underneath his skin- the heavy non stop writhing in his middle suddenly made him realize he looked obscenely pregnant with active brats. But he- Bulls can't impregnate humans! Right!? His stomach groaned loudly when his occupants only thrashed harder. Rounded bulges mishapening his gut further. The gurgling in his gut now louder as his insides were stirred up-!
He- couldn't be pregnant! He couldn't-!
The farmhands eyes locked back onto the "calves on board" sticker still attached to his cumtank belly.
Or... maybe he should say his hyper pregnant belly? How- how many was he pregnant with-? He couldn't even count how many different sources of movement were currently squirming inside him. Over active calves much heavier than the hyper sperm were. Distending his skin farther than any of the hyper sperm had.
He thinks he's gonna cum again when his gut groans and starts pushing outwards even further. Belly only expanding more to hold however many brats he'd have to father.
The farmhand laughs in a daze at the feeling of being used as a breeder. Fuck, he did get a promotion after all...
someone seeing me and just dreaming about watching my breasts swell and fill up with milk. Maybe a friend of mine starts to slip special pills into my food, while i'm none the wiser. After a few weeks of minimal results, they go against the warning labels and just double my dosages. within a few days my chest is doubled in size, heavy and swollen with milk. My nipples are so sensitive I can't wear my binder to cover them, or else I'll be edging myself constantly. Not that just a T-shirt is much better. I complain to my friend how weird it is, but also confess how...interesting- even good- it feels. They decide to triple the amount of drugs.
At our next visit I can't hide my arousal, my nipples are puffy and huge, clearly visible through my stretched out T-shirt. My tits are so big that any shirt I put on is practically a croptop. My friend keeps subtly brushing their hand against my breasts, or asking about how they feel. Getting me more and more worked up, until they say "whats that on your shirt?" and I realize my nipples have begun to leak milk.
They pull my shirt up, revealing my plump drooling breasts, each one much bigger than a handful. They take one in each hand and begin to massage them, making me let out a desperate and needy moan. My milk starts to leak heavier, I just let them fondle and play with my tits. It feels so good to have them touched, and I can't help but wonder how it would feel to get bigger.
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Oh fuck yeah this is so hot 🥵
Bet you'd be such a good dairy cow with such lovely heaving tits, your friend was so right to make you into what you're meant to be
I see a lot of bugfucking but no love for termites?? Like the queens are literally insanely large and bloated with ovarioles compared to the workers to the point they can’t move and they constantly lay eggs??
Imagine a colony of elephant sized alien termites losing their old queen somehow, only to end up finding a new one in some random human just at the advent of breeding season. They’re quickly stripped and overpowered, but instead of being torn apart they have a huge bugcock shoved inside their cunt and SOMETHING pumped inside. It doesn’t take long for the new broodparent to find out what, as their body grows sensitive and their womb and ovaries swell as large as these bugs’ abdomens as eggs are released. Combined with the hormonal musk drifting from their crotch, it doesn’t take long for the breeding members of the colony to well and truly knock up their new breeder.
Over the coming weeks, the human swells even further with inhuman eggs, as well as pounds and pounds of fat so they have the energy to grow and push out even more eggs. Their chest, however, stays woefully neglected as the coming young won’t need milk. It initially drips and dribbles out from pressure, but eventually the ducts completely block. The human can only whimper and whine as their chest flies down through the alphabet and beyond.
By the time the first clutch is ready to come out, the human is unrecognizable. They’re practically just a massive womb attached to a glob of flesh at this point, with their obese thighs needing to be manually pulled out of the way to expose their bloated sweaty cunt. Behind them, the twin globes of their ass rise far behind them. However, the real stars of the show are in front of them. Their chest has been backed up with useless milk to the point of each veiny, sloshing tit dwarfing the workers. However, their enormous, stretch-marked womb and ovaries make those seem almost undersized. Despite being already filled to bursting with eggs, their nearly paper thin and purple at the navel womb constantly groans as their ovaries shift and churn more eggs to be fertilized.
The ex-person in the middle of all this? Utterly in ecstasy as the hormones translate the pain of being so utterly full into pleasure. All they can do is open their mouth to accept a worker feeding them more food as their dripping hole bulges and stretches as another egg crowns. The stretch still makes their hole burn, but they only cum even harder as the egg finally pops out with a splash of fluid.
-crashbox
Ik I should prolly make a blog for this at some point but I’m terrified of getting nuked, hope yall understand
Goddd this is so good. I get your fear of being nuked but man these are so good. At least archive em somewhere bc where else am I gonna find other ppl writing about being turned into human wombs for giant bugs
cow boy not milked for a week and then hung by his tits overnight to let the milk sweeten. i can just imagine him squealing as the rope is pulled higher and higher until he’s fully suspended, legs dangling. crying because his breasts are obscenely swollen and engorged, nipples clamped with special stoppers to make sure they don’t burst open overnight. just him hanging all night by his swollen breasts, drooling and so wet from the pain and pleasure. in the morning the farmer finds him just as he wanted him: eyes rolled and tongue lolling out, swaying slightly by his red-purple tits, cum steadily dripping from where he’s squirted from the sensory overload. the milk that bursts out when the farmer finally milks him has never tasted sweeter
source: mickeyimagines.tumblr.com archive on the wayback machine
Ive always had the fantasy/idea of non-fatal popping would feel like a reliving pop like popping joints or a pimple and you'd instantly go back to normal kinda like a cartoony way
This too! bet it'd feel good as hell to snap back to form like a rubber band. I loooove popping my joints, i do it constantly, so i wonder if id want to pop often lol.
This does bode well for letting a pump run continuously...
i just think a trans twink sobbing from coming, sprawled back over the pool table with his legs tied apart, as yet another pool ball is forced inside his cunt while he's getting fucked in the arse would be. very special
same trans twink with his belly swollen full of pool balls, every one of them stuffed inside his cunt, getting bounced on a big biker's cock. overwhelmed by his bulging, aching cunt and his well-fucked arse, and then the biker presses hard on his stomach so that the pool balls start popping out of him and rolling across the floor as he writhes
putting random objects inside me while i’m bent over your lap has got to be one of the things i think about the most. just imagine plunging your thick fingers into my tight little hole, getting me all worked up, nice and dripping wet, my cunt throbbing and begging for something, anything, to be put inside me so you fulfill my request to a tee. you start with some golf balls and force me to take them one by one, just to see how many i can hold, then while your mouth works on my little t cock, you force me to push out the balls one by one.
all the pushing caused me to leak a little. that’s ok though, that just means more lube for bigger objects.
next is tennis balls. my hole is so desperate to be stretched out but the texture and size have me nervous, so you strap me down so my legs are spread as wide as they can go and i can’t escape while you moisten the balls with all my slick. with a firm hand you slowly force each ball deep into my cunt. i whine and cry that it’s too much, but this is exactly what i asked for, and you came to deliver. you rub my hard and puffy cock while a hand stays in my pussy, keeping the balls from being pushed out.
once you’re done making me push out balls, it’s time to stretch me out even more. you picked up a pretty big eggplant from the store earlier, just to use on me. it’s a bit of a stretch but you make me take it one way or another. once the big lower half is all the way inside me i’m whimpering and begging you to fuck me with it. you start slow, pushing it in as deep as it can go, and pulling it out so that it stretches my hole, but doesnt pop out. you gradually go faster, giving the eggplant a hard push every now and then just to hear the pathetic sounds i make.
even though i’m strapped down and cant move, i try my best to break free while you pound into me. i’m trying not to beg you to stop but i have to piss so bad. every thump pounds on my bladder till eventually i cant help but leak a little. i know you’re hitting my bladder on purpose and i try to hold it in, but the way you’re using me makes it impossible not to piss all over myself and the eggplant. this just makes you go harder. you make me push on it while you force it deep inside me, making me cum over and over again without rest
I want to get fucked with my own t-gel (testosterone) bottle. It’s roughly as large as a shampoo bottle, and if you cleaned it reaaallyyyy well, you could even use it to squirt cum or lube deep inside me (just think of the pump depressing every single time you thrust it against my cervix, filling me more and more 😵💫). I just want my boyhood shoved up my own boypussy ok. I want it to force me to cum and cry and make pathetic, undignified noises. I’ll prove that I can “take” my hormones. I want to remember how it felt inside me every morning when I apply my t. I want to permanently associate the feeling of fullness with my masculinity being validated.
pussy spanking is so underrated. just pull a boy with your chest to his back and spread his legs and spank that soft little pussy till he cries. hold him tight and slap his needy hole unti he’s coming, then rub and massage the area in gentle circles until he’s overstimulated and squirting all over your hand
I wish i knew how to get laid. I would love to find someone to hit me or berate me casually, but i’m unaware of how to ask for or find that, sigh… oh well
