Stuff I don't want on my main

Usually embarrassing or 18+ | Minors will be blocked

[sideblogforsecrets]

Not into rape, zoophilia, pedophilia, or incest. If you post about that, I would prefer if you didn't interact (people who do will likely be blocked)

Transphobia will not be tolerated

Ok didn't think I had to say this, but please don't interact with my posts if you're under 18

[transmortifried]

idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr

you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category

[charlesoberonn]

I want to fuck Antoni Gaudi's unbuilt Hotel Attraction skyscraper design

[anatomizer]

"hear me out" and it's a picture of the most fuckable building you've ever seen. c'mon now.

[northirish]

Bet it feels good as fuck to be disassembled, cleaned and then reassembled as a firearm

[transmechanicus]

o yeah babey

[evilselfishfool]

this is why they shouldn’t have banned normal porn

[transmechanicus]

no amount of cishets going to plapsburg could ever distract me from the cold certainty of steel

[sideblogforsecrets]

When I'm trying to cum but the moth in my room wont leave me alone 😐

[sideblogforsecrets]

Update: I think I accidentally killed it with my shoulder

[sideblogforsecrets]

When I'm trying to cum but the moth in my room wont leave me alone 😐

[kororobus]

6. BLUNT FORCE

again, not very gory, but at least I found time to do something at all (ง•_•)ง

[escuerzoresucitado]

[powered-by-eels]

[shrine-of-the-exoletus]

honestly clear running water's basically a conventionally attractive liquid so like you're not special for jerking off to it

[drippyeggslut]

babe, are you okay, you haven't posted about fucking yourself on an egg while someone struggles and screams trying to birth it for a while.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 youre soososoosososoosoooo right i should post more eggfucking hard births actually i should be fucking myself on it nowwwwww

[drippyeggslut]

someone birth their egg right against my aching waiting cunt, let me fuck myself onto it and take it from you!!! a burden shared is a burden halved after all cmon cmon push it into meeeee

[99liv3s]

As I wrap my legs around yours, positioning myself so that my vagina is lined against your own opening, you see from the size of my almost soccer ball sized bump that I'm either carrying huge or carrying many. A few seconds after our cunts connect, I let out a loud moan as I begin to push, my belly contracting visibly. My outie bounces in front of you teasingly as I push again, crying out with effort, pain, and also some pleasure. After a few more pushes, the reason for my bump size is quite clear... it's one egg, a massive one. As I howl from the burning of my vagina, you feel the tip of the egg make contact with your own, and your own body screams in ecstasy. You feel the enormous pressure as the egg stretches your opening wide, and I pant and shout as I push hard, trying to move the widest part of it through our joined openings. The egg's sheer size causes it to move in and out of both our cunts repeatedly, giving both of us quite an unexpected fucking! Eventually, you see my bump deflate as you feel the greatest pressure you have ever felt hit your canal and move through you, and as my huge bump shrinks, your belly begins to expand before our very eyes. The sounds of our moans and pants fill the room as, after an hour later, the egg has been transferred from my own body to yours, resting comfortably but heavily in your own womb. As I disconnect myself from you, a sense of anticipation settles in your body, as the knowledge that you will be pushing the large egg back out very soon fills your mind.

[ughwhymeagain]

Fuck its sinking deeper as Im laying down.. I wanna push against it so bad it wouldnt hurt if I did right..

Ohh is so deep, its rubbing against my walls ugh practically fucking me from the inside it nearly feels like,

I was struggling to sleep as is now im just needy and wet.. it'll stay inside because of my clothes-

.

Ive been pushing for so long I feel its gotten lower but fuck its still so deep right now...

Mmm I feel it bulging my pussy lips outward, the egg is so big its hardly moving without moving back up again ugh

Ohh fuck its closer.. I feel so wet I haven't even touched myself </33

Oh my god its stretching me now- my hole is open just barely, my panties are so hard to push with on but its so hot at the same time

Fuck its crowning, if I let up pressure it slides back because of my panties but fuck its right rhere its so heavy

Mmm im pushing harder and its barely doing anything, fuck it might be pushing against my panties at this point its near the halfway spot...

Ive pushed to where its just holding me open now.. its stretching my wet pussy so mucchh- my panties are making it slide back.....

FUCKfuck- I let up and it slid back, fuck itd so slow going back inside of me..-

I used my finger to push it in further.. I took it so well I might have to use a second smaller egg before going to sleep, its like my hole wants to be filled to the brim </33

[sideblogforsecrets]

Picture this. You have boobs, two of em. For the sake of this piece, you also have a vagina and a clitoris (though I'm sure you could mentally substitute whatever genitalia you wish). You've been wanting to try lactation. It sounds hot. So you get a magic potion. It comes in the mail. You read the instructions and drink it all with a meal, just as it says. It's... sweet. For a medicine. Definitely not candy. But you didn't order it for the taste; you ordered it for the effect.

At first, you don't notice anything. That's to be expected. You did just drink it after all. But still, there was a part of you that was hoping for a quicker, more dramatic result. With a sigh, you head to bed. Maybe something will happen over night.

The next morning, you wake up. Your hands immediately gravitate towards your boobs. They don't feel any different under your fingers, but... they feel a little more tender. As the tip of your index finger brushes over one of your nipples, you realize that they've definitely got more sensitive. You go to take a shower. The warm water feels nice, but it's unusually harsh on your nipples. While washing, you keep your palms protectively over them. You can feel their presence against your skin.

You go downstairs and make yourself a bowl of cereal. Your desire for milk extends beyond your breasts and into your food choice. Dimly you hope that drinking milk would cause you to produce it. While eating, you can't help but imagine what your own could taste like. Would it be creamy like cow milk? Or would it be sweeter like almond milk? The possibilities excite you.

After breakfast, you sit down on your couch to watch TV. Today is the start of your week-long vacation. The time you have is why you chose to drink the potion when you did. You wouldn't have a better opportunity for a while. You have the whole week ahead of you to fill up and enjoy it.

As whatever show is on plays, your hand idly floats to your breast. Your thumb slowly rubs your nipple as you listen to the characters talk. It feels good. Sensitive. You have played with your boobs before, but it never felt like this. Soon, your thumb isn't merely rubbing over your nipple, but rubbing circles over it. That feels exquisite. You bring your index finger into the action, gently squeezing. Pleasure sends a chill up your spine.

Your attention is solely on your chest now. You roll your hard nipple between your thumb and finger. You can feel your vagina starting to get wet. The barrier of the cloth between you and your tit is simultaneously frustrating and arousing. It provides a tantalizing texture. And so, despite your desires, you keep your shirt on as you tease your nipple. You tug a little. That makes your clit throb. You run your thumb nail over it. It feels sensational.

You're rewarded for your restraint with wetness, both from your crotch and your boob. A small dark spot has appeared on your shirt. The sight is exhilarating. Your other hand goes to your other boob. With just a little rubbing and tugging, a dark spot appears there too. You keep squeezing your nipples and the wetness only grows. You move from just your nipples to gripping both your tits in your hands. You begin to massage them. Milk trickles out, thin white streams dripping down your chest. Your pussy throbs. You keep massaging and the trickle grows to a full stream.

You finally buckle and take off your shirt. Your tits are shiny with milk. Even without your help, droplets drip from your nipples. Pressure from the milk builds inside them. Your hands go back to your needy breasts. You squeeze from top to bottom, making sure to give your nipples an extra twist. Milk is shooting out. You haven't felt this good in ages. You don't even have to touch your pussy to know that it's dripping wet. Your clit throbs increasingly fast as you keep milking and milking. Your hands are moving in a speedy yet rhythmic fashion, trying to squeeze out every last drop. So much milk covers you that you can barely keep a grip. But you keep going. Nothing will stop you from milking yourself.

With one final gush of milk, you cum. It's like nothing else you've experienced before. The flow from your tits stops and the pressure is no more. You relax back into your couch. Milk is everywhere; on the upholstery, on the floor, on you. You don't care. You just had the best orgasm of your life.

It's then that you realize something. You didn't take the time to suck your milky breasts. You don't know what your own product tastes like. With a smile, you decide you'll have to do this all again to find out.

[girlmeatluna]

another spray vid 🥴 one day ill learn to film these sexier lol

[growth-opportunities]

Another greedy trans gal here. Definitely feeling the same boob greed the cutie from some asks ago was, but...sometimes boobs aren't enough, you know? Sometimes you wanna paint everything in your vicinity white with your uncontrollable milk production. They mentioned it as a possible side effect of HRT, but it wasn't supposed to be this strong!

The feeling of fullness should have been cause for maybe a little concern, but it's hard to have concerns when you're so elated by what's happened to you! Just in the last few weeks, your breasts have more than doubled in size. Just feeling how heavy they are on your chest, feeling them bounce and jiggle every time you move... It was euphoria, really and truly. So you weren't in any hurry to find anything wrong with your new breasts. If anything, a part of you hoped that the fullness, the swollen feeling, the subtle ache deep in your tit was a sign that the growth would continue.

As your breasts grew, they garnered a lot more attention, which could easily be equal parts validating and annoying. But today, when your coworkers stopped by your desk, they seemed to be particularly distracted. Sure, you seemed to be bulging a bit over the cups of your bra, but you weren't wearing anything particularly tight or low cut. There was something unusual, too, about the way their eyes kept darting down to your chest, not like the usual quick glance of cleavage but like something was drawing their attention. When Patrick did it, you could write it off as him being a perv. And Robert should know better; he's married! But when you caught Monica doing it? At that point, it was worth investigating.

Your immediate reaction to the little mark was to assume it was a stain. Maybe your coffee dripped or maybe it was some of the jelly from the donut you had in the break room. Either way, deeply embarrassing. You made mental apologies to Robert your assumptions (Not Patrick though, the creep). Grabbing a tissue, you dabbed it against your tongue and tried to wipe away whatever it is.

An embarrassing sound slipled out at you as you lightly pressed on your breast, surprised by just how sensitive you are. You're not normally like this. You bit your lip and tried again, shutting your eyes as you rub your breast through your shirt. It felt too good to stop. Maybe you did owe Patrick an apology, after all. When you finally got control of yourself, cheeks tinted pink and breathing hard, you were stunned to see that the stain had gotten bigger. And not just spreading out, but looking like it was trailing downward. Your mind didn't have anything to connect it with. Experimentally, you brought a finger to the side of your breast and pushed inward firmly. The bead of white liquid that bubbled through your shirt is enough to gasp.

Milk.

It's fucking milk!

Not giving a thought to where you are, you grabbed the sides of your tits and squeezed, whining pathetically as arcs of milk shot across your desk, droplets splattering everywhere. You needed to go home. You needed to get out of here. You at least needed to go to the bathroom, somewhere to figure out what was going on. But the milk didn't stop. Even after your hands let go, milk still leaked aggressively from your tits, pulsing with your heartbeat. As panic set in and adrenaline began to rush through you, so did a fresh wave of arousal. Beneath your shirt, your breasts visibly swelled, engorging before your eyes. You wanted to cry out for help, but what would you even say? And when you opened your mouth, the only sounds that came out were lewd, desperate moans. The little arcs of milk grew into thick streams, puddling at your feet and spilling over your desk. You tried to hold it back, tried to stem the flow, but the pressure just made the milk rush out faster. Whatever was happening to you was happening quicker and stronger by the second, your fingers spreading out as your tits grew beneath them. Your coworkers, some angry, some disturbed, clamored to get you to stop, but you couldn't have stopped even if you wanted to. The rare moments you could bring yourself to fight through the pleasure and open your eyes revealed a world that was increasingly turning white and coated with your milk. And that just encouraged you to make more.

You knew that you'd almost definitely lose your job after making such a mess, but it didn't bother you. At least you had a promising future as a cow!

[sideblogforsecrets]

I miss you every day. I know we weren't as close as I wanted to be. You never thought of me the same way I thought of you. I wish I had tried more. Maybe you would've rejected me. Maybe you didn't want me close to you, didn't want me in your life more than I was. That would've been okay. Yes it would've hurt being rejected, but that would've been fine. Not everyone will want to be my best friend. Some people only want to maintain a surface level friendship. That's something I'll have to internalize. But what hurts is that I never tried. I didn't even make the effort because I was too scared to try. At the time, the thought of your rejection was soul-crushing and agonizing. The idea you might not love me the same way I loved you was devastating. But I didn't even see if you could. That will haunt me forever. Technically, I could reach out, but it feels far too late. I don't want to burden you with remnants of your past. You deserve better than that. So instead, I will live with the ache of never knowing and the joy of seeing you live your new, wonderful life.

[makingimages]

[growth-opportunities]

Hucow maid can go milk herself after she finishes cleaning, but her poor tits keep dripping milk everywhere.

The sound of the mop swishing back and forth across the dark marble floor kept a steady rhythm, punctuated by the occasional and increasingly frustrated groans of the woman wielding it. Strands of blonde hung messily from the bonnet on her head, tossed about by the repetitive motion. Rosie needed to be done cleaning. She needed to be done cleaning an hour ago, but she had lost herself in some of her tasks and time had gotten away from her. The black dress and white apron that marked her status as a maid and had been tailored to fit her admittedly rather generous curves now struggled to hold back her swollen breasts. They sloshed with each swing of her arms, the damp patches on the front of her uniform growing larger with each passing second. Each time she saw a drop of white stand out against the floor that she had just cleaned, she grew closer to screaming. The pressure was getting to be unbearable and if she could just finish, she could-

"Rosie."

Any voice would have made her yelp in surprise, but hearing the voice of her lady sent Tabitha into a panic. She nearly dropped the mop as she snapped to attention. The tightness of her uniform over her bust made her wince. "Lady Vari! I was just, um-"

"Rosie, you're leaking all over the floor."

The maid's pale cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. Tabitha suddenly had the intense desire to sink directly into the floor. She could barely look in her ladyship's direction, only able to cast her blue eyes down at the hem of the flowing, lavender skirt that came to rest at her ladyship's feet. She swallowed. "Y-yes, my lady. I need to-"

"Rosie, why haven't you drained your milk yet?"

A playful sort of cruelty dripped off of every word. Rosie tried to make herself smaller, however impossible her massively swollen bosom made such a feat. She couldn't see them, but she could feel her lady's rich, brown eyes examining her body. Each click of Lady Vari's heels echoed both down the hallways and around the inside of Rosie's mind. She knew her status, but being circled and appraised like this made Rosie feel less like a member of the serving staff and more like livestock. The thought sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her body, her spine stiffening and more milk leaking from her breasts.

As soon as the sound of footsteps moved behind her, Lady Vari entirely out of Rosie's view, they stopped. Rosie held her breath. For a moment, the only sound that broke the silence was the pattering of droplets against the ground and the sound of her own heart racing. Rosie knew not to speak until spoken to, but the tension was only rising, as was the pressure in her breasts, so she ventured a meek, quiet sound. "...L-lady Var- Eeep!"

As soon as she spoke, a pair of hands grabbed Rosie's breasts from underneath. The hands trembled as they hefted the milk-filled globes. The trickle swelled into a full stream, the breasts forcing out more milk under their own heft. Rosie moaned, her lady's breath hot on her cheek. "Tut tut, Rosie! Look at you! You're making such a mess! Milk is getting everywhere!"

Rosie could only whine as her lady tightened her grip on the udders she held in her hands, the puddle at their feet growing even faster. She had to gasp for air. Arousal was getting the better of her. "Y-yes, my lad-eeeeee!" More forceful pressure from the hands that held her breasts nearly made her knees give out.

"Come now, Rosie. You know better than that."

Rosie nodded, barely able to think through the has of arousal that had settled around her mind. "Yes... Yes... Mistress." Soft lips were her reward, pressed against the side of her neck slowly, sensually, as deft hands played with her breasts.

"There you go, Rosie. That's so much better, isn't it? I made you like this. Your breasts were so cute when we first met. Barely larger than your head. And now look at them. I can't believe you let me do this to you. Let me ask you a question, cow. Who owns your body?"

Rosie was melting. "Y-you do, Mistress."

"Who owns your milk?"

Her eyes rolled back into her head. "You! You do, Mistress!"

"Who owns your pleasure?"

The words came out of the maid even before she could think to form them. "You do, Mistress."

Lady Vari gave the swollen udders one last squeeze, milk rushing from Rosie's nipples in a white torrent. "You're damned right I do."

As soon as Lady Vari let go, Rosie collapsed to the ground. The milk-slick floor made it impossible for her to stay upright, landing with her cheek in the puddle. Her mind and her body were alight with arousal. Her lady's touch was so good and she groaned as her lady reached down to stroke her hair. "There, that should buy you enough time, my little hucow maid. Clean up the mess you've made and then come to my room. Do not change clothes. Do not dry yourself. You are not to touch your breasts at all until I say you can."

A little peck on the cheek made Rosie's entire body shudder. As the clicking of Lady Vari's heels faded off into the distance, Rosie did her best to gather her strength. She couldn't keep her lady waiting.

[changan-moon]

How to see whether a Chinese handmade teapot is well done or not - quality of the spout is an important standard. 

cr: 承启 建水紫陶

[amemait]

that last teapot is like witnessing an eternal and important truth

[ms-demeanor]

I just watched this with the sound on and i really recommend it because the utter silence of the last teapot is both perfectly predictable and totally remarkable.