part time bimbo

30 year old trans lesbian 18+ NSFW puppygirl brat

[growth-opportunities]

A trans girl buys breast pumps to feed into her lactation kink / fantasy, falling asleep with them still on her chest, and wakes up to obscene & over-filled-with-milk 'Mommy Milkers', and everyone just thinks it's normal (even the part where they refer to her as / use nicknames that are focused on her huge, milky, over-filled, 'Rule 34' level 'Mommy Milkers' / 'Calcium Cannons' breasts).

Mommy milkers.

Calcium cannons.

Mega-sloshy, stuffed-up udders.

Juicy, jiggly, bouncy, wobbly pornmeat plappers.

Evelyn couldn't deny that that's what she had now, feeling the heavy, swinging weight of her massive tits weighing on her chest and the milk sloshing within. But that didn't make it any easier to hear her friends talk about her that way! Especially when they did it so casually.

Sitting at a table at a restaurant with no choice but to rest her engorged milkers on it, Evelyn squirmed in her seat, pulling her skirt right over her throbbing bulge. The feeling of pressure, of her breasts engorging with milk, made it hard to concentrate. It was only by some miracle that she managed to squeeze into a bra she stole from her roommate and even that was too small, making her udders bulge over the cups and test the limits of the clasps behind her back. It was insane how much had changed in the last twelve hours, in just the time since she had hooked herself up to those pumps! And not just her body, either...

"Udders? Hey, mommy milkers!"

Evelyn jolted upright, inadvertently thrusting her chest forward. A chorus of giggled erupted among her friends at the table. Jamie, sitting opposite, flashed her a smile and nodded her head towards the waitress eagerly waiting. Evelyn looked up towards the waitress, her heart skipping a beat at her black lipstick smile. "What can I get for you, porntits?" She said it with no disdain, no judgement, as if it were the most normal nickname in the world. Evelyn's girlcock throbbed.

"Uhhh..." She swallowed, trying to relieve herself of her dry throat. "I'll, uh... B-burger, please."

The waitress winked and made a note on her pad. "You got it, titmeat!" The pad slipped into her apron and the waitress walked off, leaving Evelyn feeling dizzy and confused and very, very, achingly full.

Carol, sitting next to Evelyn, gave her a little nudge. "A burger, huh? Wouldn't that be cannibalism for a dairy cow to eat a burger?" Jamie chuckled, despite herself, at the lame joke and rolled her eyes, but she made no effort to correct Carol, simply going for her drink. As she sipped on the straw, Evelyn couldn't help imagining Jamie's lips locked around her own nipple, sucking just as she was now, warmth and sweetness replacing the iced water. Jamie raised an eyebrow. "Hey, calcium cannons. You doing okay?"

Evelyn winced. She could feel precum soaking into her underwear and she was at the point where holding down her skirt wasn't so much about hiding her bulge as it was about how good it felt to have the fabric rub against her throbbing gock. Arousal and embarrassment burned in her cheeks as she looked up at Jamie with hazy eyes. "Mmhmm! T-totally fine."

That answer didn't satisfy Jamie and she narrowed her eyes, studying Evelyn's face. The newly busty cow could feel Jamie's gaze drift forward towards her chest, which made her blush even deeper, but Jamie's suddenly shocked reaction took her by surprise.

"Ugh, plapmeat! You forgot again, didn't you?"

Evelyn felt like she was going to faint. "F-forgot, uh... Forgot what?"

Before she had an answer, Jamie was sliding out of the booth and grabbing Evelyn by the arm. "Come on, goonbait. Bathroom. Now."

Still confused, Evelyn looked to Carol, hoping to find some explanation, but Carol didn't even look up from her phone. "Just don't make too big of a mess, guys. Janitors are people, too."

The next thing, Evelyn knew, she was in the bathroom, Jamie locking the door behind them. "H-hey, what's going— H-hey!!"

Evelyn gave up trying to hide the tent in her skirt as Jamie, without any warning, began to strip Evelyn's shirt off. Evelyn tried to cover her swollen chest with her arms, but that was almost worse than leaving her tits, bulging obscenely from the borrowed bra, exposed. Jamie held up the shirt to Evelyn. "You know better than this, Titty Queen." A pair of twin, damp spots stood out against the fabric and it took a few seconds for Evelyn to realize that it was milk and it was hers.

A moment later, the overworked bra sat draped over a railing, so glad to finally have a break. Evelyn had never been harder on her life as she looked at herself, tits hanging over the sink, and Jamie, leaning over her, chest against her back, kneading Evelyn's swollen udders. "You know, Mega Milker, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you do this on purpose. Just because I like it so much."

Any response Evelyn might have made vanished underneath the moan that roared out of her as Jamie milked her swollen tits. The pleasure, the relief, the eroticism and lewdness of it all. Evelyn couldn't think. All she could do was moan and push her tits into Jamie's hands. "That's a good cow. Jamie's gonna milk you dry. Just a shame it all has to go down the drain. Ah well, maybe next time."

[leakyfatcow]

Secretly wondering how big I can make my nipples if I pump them every day

Secretly thinking about how I’ll fit into my clothes if they become so large I can’t stop them from spilling out of my bras

Knowing it’s not a secret anymore if my enormous, dripping nipples are always noticeably leaking and poking out of my shirts

Happily being led all over the place by folks who’ve decided to pull me around by my huge nipples

Letting folks tug them out of my bras so they can suckle on my fat teats

[backyardboytoy]

Goddd, sometimes I can't actually believe I'm really milkable in real life. I really can just start playing with my nipples till I can't help tugging them, from fat base all the way to the tips, and I'll just start leaking and spraying milk. It's so enjoyable being milkable. More people should induce and experience so hot it is to be milkable irl.

Don't be shy now. Look into becoming a dairy cow or bull today!

[ahabthetaco]

Kissing booth type thing but instead it's a cowgirl and for one dollar you can have a drink from her! Now pay no attention to the fact that their is alot of cowgirls leaving the line after they drink from her, or that their clothes are ripped and their udders bursting thru said clothes, it's just a mere coincidence. Just drink the sweet sweet milk~

Just drink and feel it go straight to your chest, feel it grow and grow and grow, let it go up a few sizes until your just as big as her~. Such big udders you have, and oh my are your pants ok, I could hear a rip as the rest of the milk goes right to your ass, a hucow not just tits you know~

oh my you look a bit dazed, can't even say anything other then moo, why don't you go into the tent and relax with all the other happy customers! We even have a fellow hucow who will get you nice and happy for your new life~

[moreccsmorebblsmoreplastic]

Massive implants glowing from light.

[implantprincesses]

So fucking sexy.

[bows-and-bites]

fruit salad 🍒🍑🍓🍊🍇

[aqarititss]

[misscaptor]

there’s two potential ways I’d like a pet to behave.

There’s the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesn’t know it deserves better. It doesn’t know it’s been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows it’s being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that it’s just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.

Then there’s the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly what’s been done to it. It knows it’s been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesn’t deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. It’s docile because it’s given up, but that doesn’t mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what I’ve done to it.

I’ve kept you empty for a long time now. I’ve let you be hazy and sleepy. But I miss those wild, angry eyes. So you’re gonna come out of your calm and foggy world, okay? I’m going to make you realize what I did to you.

[saintmusemp3]

happy fat femme friday <3

[midnight-roses-candy]

In the hucow land, the “on tap” section at the bar is just topless busty hucows leaning over with their massive bosoms spilling onto the countertop, and instead of a glass you just drink straight from their udders.

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Exhibitionist? No. You’re a show dog and I’m treating you like one. 

Each morning your outfit is chosen for you. Picked not for your taste, or the style you thought was yours, but because I want to show off specific features. Chosen because I want to show off the lines and curves of your body. Chosen because that’s how I want to advertise you to everyone that might see you through the day.

Your coat and nails will be handled by a professional. They’ll wash you, touching you everywhere you once thought was personal and private. You’ll be spoken over as it’s decided for you what style, what cut, what shade will be the best to frame your face. More importantly, they have to consider what’s in season. Your look will be kept current, clean, and pristine. If you give them trouble you’ll be put in a slip lead, tied off by the collar to the table and kept still by hands used to dealing with nippy dogs. Too much trouble and they’ll muzzle you before continuing. 

If you embarrass me I’ll drop you off drugged to your next appointment.

We’ll spend hours training the way you walk. With a collar around your throat and a taut leash you’ll learn to keep perfect step at my side. You’ll learn to turn and halt with the smallest adjustment, the smallest tug of your leash. You’ll learn to keep your steps even, regardless of the pace or what I might have dressed you in. You’ll be expected to show this same level of respect, obedience, and focus to anyone I hand your leash to. If I decide I want to see you paraded around the ring by someone you’ve never met, you’ll be expected to follow. Match their pace without ever looking back or pulling. Show me I can trust your training even away from me, that you’ll work to present and behave in the manner I’ve come to expect from you regardless of distance.

You’ll be expected to hold perfectly still as strangers examine your body under glaring lights. They’ll touch along your back, down your tummy, and between your legs. You’ll be overwhelmed with the simple joy a dog has when it knows it’s doing something right. Just hold still. Let them do as they need to. Just hold still and behave.

You’ll see yourself on the TV when I invite our friends over to watch your latest performance.

“Look at that strut”

“Such a beautiful coat!”

“The judge’s hands must have been cold, look at the goosebumps!”

I’ll call you over, the star of the hour. I’ll show them all the tricks I’ve taught you, all the work I’ve put into your socialization. 

The same way the judge’s hands roamed and explored your body, our friends will do the same. They’ll comment loudly over the way your skin twitches and muscles dance. They’ll giggle to each other as they see how excited you get at the idea of performing once more. 

You’ll never hesitate to follow along with their poking and prodding. You’ll never consider what these people used to be to you, or the social bonds you once had. You’ll never consider who or what you once were. 

Just a show dog.

[hyenagirlpenis]

Forced lactation?? Forced lactation tonight? How's forced lactation tonight sound? No choice but to swell up and ache until someone relieves your udders? Drippy milky tits/chest?? Humiliated by your own body filling with milk? Forced lactation tonight? ????

[ashes-and-bone]

lactation as bondage, or better, body horror. knowing that once your tits are full, they'll never be empty again. sure, if you can survive the ache, the engorgement, the pain, your milk might dry up after a few weeks. but no matter what, you'll have been permanently changed. you'll never forget that throbbing ache of being full, or the blissful release of being milk. you'll always have that humiliating memory of leaking in front of your friends. and worse, you'll know that it would be so, so easy for it to start again. one slip up, one too many minutes spent playing with your nipples, and you'll be back to dripping milk at the slightest suggestion. because once your tits have made milk, they will Always be able to make milk again. you will have been fundamentally changed into someone with the threat of your udders swelling with milk one day, no matter what you do.

[nanadouken]

grabbable

( bsky link )

[pretty-pink-puppy-kiwi]

Slime girl that splits herself into two smaller versions of herself so one can ride your face while the other rides your cock (they both moan like whores and it harmonizes every time)

[pretty-pink-puppy-kiwi]

Now dont be fooled. She may be on top, but neither of them are even remotely in control of the situation

[pretty-pink-puppy-kiwi]

Also she does this so she can makeout with herself sloppy style whenever she wants to get you horny

[pretty-pink-puppy-kiwi]

Ok FINE maybe MAYBE. she does it so she can lez our with herself hard-core whenever she finds a chance. Slapping her other ass and sucking herself off and eating herself out whenever she can until its all she does. Her eyes are constantly hazy because you can't find a time to see hi without her getting her ass eaten by her other self until she cums over and over again

[pretty-pink-kiwi-pup]

@futchdelight COMING IN CLUTCH THANK YOU

[testmule]

before and after making one too many “I hardly know her“ jokes

specifically:

[houndbait]

“I’m gonna take such good care of you…”

A woman in black shoves me against an alley wall, leather-gloved hand over my mouth. She’s bigger than me, simply keeping me there by the press of her body as her other hand gropes and toys with me.

“You’re gonna make such a good dog…”

As I feel a prick in my side, and the world starts fading. ‘I won’t make it to my next class’, is the last thing that goes through my mind as she pushes my stumbling body into her car.

Within the day my professors will know I volunteered for service. They will speak of my bravery.

[big-rwby-squad-2]

Its stupidly cute when a girl struggles to manage her gigantic tits.

[big-rwby-squad-2]

Girls getting winded carrying her beanbag boobs.

Girls slamming her sloshing tits down on a table, obscuring her view in front of her.

Resting plates and keyboards atop her tits.

Feeling herself grow heavier and fuller by the minute.

[readyplayerziggy]

Girls getting dragged forwards when going down stairs by their chests.

Girls getting woken up by one of their boobs slipping off the side of their bed and dragging them to the floor.

Girls that need to sit sideways at a table to look at it.

Girls that can't see all the stuff in front of their feet and constantly trip to land directly on their tits and force whole gallons of milk out on impact.

Girls that need a whole shirt for each boob.

[big-rwby-squad-2]

Girl who gets stuck atop her boobs after a growth spurt.

Girl who needs her friends to roll her around to get anywhere.

Girl who slowly sinks into her own still swelling backboobs.

[readyplayerziggy]

Girl who needs a circus tent for her bra cups.

Girl whose boobs leave craters and trenches anytime they make contact with the ground.

Girl whose backboob and sideboob have grown to the point she can't even see her own arms anymore.

[rwbyhyperverse]

Girl whose boobs can be used as milk-filled waterbeds

Girl whose boobs make her rich because she sells her milk

Girl whose boobs are so damn soft they're all give and no firmness

Girl whose boobs visibly gurgle, quake, and ripple as she has another titanic growth spurt