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it sounds so so so cute to get to watch a trans girl who's used to domming and topping become subby and soft and bottomy for you, when you watch her melt as she realizes you need her hole, when you want her to be your breeding bitch, the way her eyes unfocus as she starts feeling fuzzy and so so needy for your cock, realizing she's not expected to be in charge, seeing the hunger in your eyes when she spreads her legs for you shyly, feels the urgency in your moans as you suck her tits and grind your knee against her crotch, the way she opens up like a flower, holds her cheeks open to show you her pretty hole, seeing her face flush and hearing her whimpers as you slide your cock up and down her hole without pushing in, when you turn her over and tell her to present for you and you see her fingers gripping the sheets like she's grappling for a hold on anything as she falls deeper into subspace when she lifts her ass in the air for you, feeling the way she grinds back on your hard cock, unable to keep the cocky smirk off your face as she starts whining and grinding harder and begging please please please fuck her ass fill her with your thick cock she can take it she promises she promises, making her show you how slutty she really is and telling her to reach behind her and spread herself open for you again, barely holding herself up as her shaking hands pull her cheeks apart as much as she can, gripping her hips and growling "good fucking girl" as you massage lube onto her sensitive ring and finally push your thick cock inside her, her hands barely able to grip her cheeks when she feels that fat butch cock pushing her open, sliding against her pussy walls, stretching her so fucking good, sliding in and out as you dig your fingers into her love handles, her soft clit and balls swinging back and forth dangling underneath her with every thrust, each time her hands lose grip and fall down from overwhelm you pull your cock back out and tell her she has to prove she's your bitch if she wants to feel your hard cock in her, hearing her whine in frustration and scramble to put her hands back in the right position, her arms falling limp each time you really start pounding into her and you pulling your cock out each time until she's begging "please please please keep fucking me i can't hold myself up anymore i need your cock in me please please please i love your cock i need your cock please" and you praise her, shoving yourself as deep inside as you can as she gasps and collapses prone on the bed, pounding your cock so fucking hard in her hole, gently placing a hand on her neck and groaning in her ear "you really thought you were going to have to dom top? how could i do that to such a fucking slut. for. cock" slamming yourself hard into her to punctuate each word "and such a needy little bottom bitch? you were built to take cock, princess. this is exactly where you were meant to be" and pounding harder and harder and harder until she's cumming all over your fucking cock, crying out in complete ecstacy as her hole clenches completely uncontrollably around your fat shaft and she leaks on the bed underneath her, waiting under her body stops convulsing and pulling out and holding her close and petting her hair and praising her, good girl, good girl, good girl, she did so so well for you, she took cock so fucking perfectly, you're so so proud of her and she's so fucking beautiful, she's your angel, helping her clean up and holding her tight the rest of the night as her hole and tits are pleasantly sore and a warm fuzzy feeling spreads within both of you

edit hi im transmasc and nonbinary lesbian please don't misgender me in the reblogs

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Thinking about long distance free use. Thinking about feeling bored and just texting "Show me your tits" with no warning or explanation. Thinking of you blushing, excusing yourself from the room, rushing to the bathroom to take a picture for me, getting wet at the feeling of being my entertainment.

Or you waking up one morning to a text that just says "Don't wear panties today," knowing that at some point in the afternoon I'm going to be asking you for proof. And while you're at it, you might as well let me see you touch yourself too~

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Never been able to cum without clit stimulation before. Thinking about what would happen if someone tied me down to a bed, set up a fucking machine, and told me I wouldn't be freed until I learned how to cum just from being pounded. How long it would take, how long I'd be stuck on the edge just desperate for any stimulation to my clit to push me over.

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Force pupification where you won’t fuck me or let me touch myself unless I act like a good puppy

Instead of touching myself you make me hump you/something

If I’m wearing my collar it means you can do anything you want to me cuz it shows I belong to you

If I want you to fuck me I have to lay down ass up and present to you like a good boyyyy

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There's nothing like being super constipated with days of held-in, compacted, solid waste, and feeling your body desperately cramp and try to move you bowels, only to realize that the fecal mass is already too wide and hard to pass. After giving it your best, you admit that the constipation and the desire to hold has won, and feel that bumpy turtlehead slowly shift inwards. Your greedy anal lips and colon reclaim the turd millimeters at a time while warm, putrid farts seep out around the blockage. You shudder and sweat as your tired sphincter closes around the tip. You know you have days of bloated, gassy, impacted bliss ahead of you as your massive log continues to grow and dehydrate.

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this post making me think about my macro/micro omo fantasies again

someone hands you a drink and you down it. within a few moments you notice the changes. your sleeves move down your arms as your top begins to droop off your shoulders. you suddenly grab your pants and underwear as they begin to slip off your hips. the fabric grows heavier and thicker in your hands. warmth lights in your loins and you moan with pleasure.

youre shrinking, and it feels amazing.

but the shrinking potion isn’t shrinking with you. you’re about the size of an older child when your stomach begins to distend. did that person mention this potion was also a diuretic? because it is. and your stomach isn’t bulging, your bladder is. you lurch from a 0 in desperation to a four, then a five, doubling over as the suddenness of your need overwhelms you. but the shrinking isn’t stopping, and your bladder is growing bigger and bigger. the liquid presses against your insides in just the right places, complimenting the pleasurable shrinking, but you can’t focus on that. you’re about to have an accident.

6, 7. You whimper and try to grab your crotch but your distended bladder and huge clothes prevent you from reaching it. You’re squirming in place, barely able to stand as the weight in your belly increases. You must be only a couple feet tall now, and your bladder looks like a football.

8, 9. You squeak as a leak of warm liquid escapes, your muscles failing against the pressure. It’s quickly soaked up by the giant pile of clothes you’re standing in. You’ve never been this desperate, this full. You can’t grab your crotch or even grind against the floor for respite, the balloon of liquid protrudes too far. The world is so big but you can hardly focus on that, because your bladder is so small, you’re out of room, you’re going to-

10. You burst. It’s so instant you weren’t sure it even happened at first. Your whole body was filled and your urethra bursts. You yelp and it turns into a moan as no matter how hard you try to clench your muscles, the dam has broken. the pressure is too powerful. you’re fully incontinent and warmth floods your groin. you stumble forward as your legs get entangled in the sea of clothes you’re standing in. you land on your belly and a cry of pleasure and desperation escapes you as your belly is squeezed. you’re trapped in your clothes and a quickly growing ocean of pee. you keep shrinking, and even though the floodgates are open, your urethra is so teeny-tiny now, it barely lets out anything despite the pressure behind it. no matter how much you push you can’t make it go any faster.

as you finish shrinking, only a few inches now, the world is dark as your enveloped in the pile of clothes. your bladder is empty, the contents all around you now as warm, damp fabric. you feel giant fingers wrap around you and pull you out into the light.

the person smirks and traces their finger over your belly. they begin to press down on your bladder, reminding you you’re definitely not empty yet.

“let’s make sure you got all of that out, shall we?”

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Each time girls get there nappy changed is a great chance to give them some edges and some encouragement. This is so to begin with baby girl learns to associate making wet and messy accidents in her nappy with pleasure. Additionally you can start introducing more humiliating ways to get her edges in. (Can either use a vibrator, have her hump a pillow of soft toy or even better under the guise of a horsey ride on a grown ups knee.)

Either way it doesn’t matter - she won’t ever cum, her chastity belt stops her getting too fussy and excited. She has to learn she doesn’t get orgasms like a grown up that’s a certain privilege she’s much too little for. She needs to learn the hard way that denial and edges are as much silly grown up fun that she’s allowed. It’s encouraging though to watch her desperate try and fill her nappy as quickly as possible to try and get some form of stimulation. She knows she doesn’t get a change until she’s both very wet and very messy and her entire nappy if very used, teased and sufficiently smushed around her dirty butt by grown ups.

She needs to know this is all the fussy pleasure she gets and real orgasms can be saved only for special occasions like birthdays and such. I’m sure even one orgasm a year in her stinky squishy mess on her safely locked up little baby bits is far too generous as is. Watching her cry as you stop edging her leaving the fussy baby helplessly strapped to the changing table while you go get her something else to changer her into is so precious. Just a little age appropriate temper tantrum from a fussy little miss is so precious.

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Little girls don’t need silly things like privacy and dignity - think about it. You wouldn’t leave a baby unsupervised and she is no different. If she wants to helplessly make accidents in her nappy like a baby then she needs to be treated accordingly. Watching her in her play pen, high or in her crib as she makes her messes need to be supervised.

Comment on how adorable she is making her accidents and how cute she looks filling up her nappy like a good girl. Make sure your as encouraging and condescending as possible to really drive home the humiliation and the embarrassment.

Rub her back or her nappy as she safely makes her accidents and softly grunts behind her paci. Remind her she’s such a good girl for making her accidents and finally learning the only bathroom for her is the age appropriate one safely taped around her waist.

Smush all of her mess and make sure to rub, grope and hold her accidents when she’s done and make her admit what she’s done in her pants in the most pathetic babyish tone as possible, having to try and speak with her paci in the way stopping her from forming proper words.

“Your so much better like this. I’m glad you stopped fighting and finally learned your proper place like a good girl. You make such a better baby then you ever did an adult. You look all sweaty and tired out from going. Is it hard to push all your adult thoughts into your pants, hmm? Why don’t you come cuddle up and try have a nice nap while I gently smush and play with your mushy mess and squish it against you while you sleepily moan behind your paci.”

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You and your friend are having a sleepover after the buffet, relaxing in ur room after a long day. The both of your guts are bubbling like crazy, and you and your friend are dying for a fart. You sneakily try to position yourself in just the right way to try to silently push out the airy discomfort, and your friend catches you squinting your eyes a little too much. “You’re trying to squeeze out a fart aren’t you..” They say confronting you. The nervousness of getting caught makes it impossible for you to hold back the gas, and it rumbles out of you deeply. God it felt so good, you couldn’t hold back the moan and sighs of relief. Ur friend doesn’t say anything, and begins to get closer to you. They sit right next to you, and begin to pet your head. “That must have so nice right? The one I just let out felt so helpful to my gut too…” They say, sighing comfortably. You see them rubbing their stomach softly as you physically melt knowing you don’t have to worry about masking it. They grab your arm slowly and move your body into a particular yoga position, where you lay on your stomach. God it hits the spot… you feel the gas right at the tip of your colon now. They lay next to you, and begin to squint their eyes tightly, as gas rumbles out of them. “Oh man there we go.. this is the spot..” They said, relaxed. That was your que to start farting too, as fart after fart popped and rumbled out of you. Your body began to really give out, as you melted into softness just from the pure bliss of moving your bowels with this gas. You didn’t notice you’re friend, staring at you, helplessly smiling at how beautiful you look just listening to your body.

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Alice didn’t think much of her predicament, slipping into slumber as she was slowly wrapped up in the soft webbing…much better to dream about Wonderland perils, than realize what was really going on…

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You were cursed, clearly there was no other way to explain the constant slipping of your pants, skirts being flipped up, and underwear getting pulled on or tugged to the side whenever you are out in public.

Cursed.

Your friend had given you this shiny new bracelet for your birthday, and ever since, you have been fighting invisible demons of misfortune with your clothes, all kinds just keep slipping down or are messed with, even when you are alone at home, they end up out of place 100% of the time.

You had brought it up with a friend, and they brushed it off, laughing and telling you curses aren't real and to just buy a belt or something, offering to show you the bracelet isn't cursed by wearing it for a day.

They didn't have a single malfunction the whole day, but the moment you slip the bracelet back around your wrist, your pants fell, belt and all, still firmly closed, your friend giggled and joked that you must be cursed after all.

Going home and tossing the godforsaken bracelet into your junk drawer, you enjoy a little bit of comfort and relaxation as you lounge in your bed, blessedly dressed in your comfy clothes, as you drift off in your bed.

Only to wake to the cursed bracelet back on your wrist, a little note tied to it reading 'don't take me off again :((' in scribbled handwriting. Trying to remove the awful thing is met with no luck, tugging, unlatching, trying to cut it off, nothing is making the horrid bangle budge or move; the thing is on your wrist, and it's seemingly not coming off at all.

The incidents with your clothes in public slowly decreased to small tugs and shifts of the waistbands that could be seen as normal happenings, but at home in your little one-bedroom, it was a different situation. Anytime you didn't need to leave the house? Pants missing, skirts pushed to the back of drawers, nothing that was meant to cover your lower half was even available or findable.

You had begrudgingly begun to accept the curse you had been dealt.

But the moment you had grown comfortable with it, whatever entity was tied to the unremovable bracelet began to step it all up again, stealing underwear and tugging them down when you stood still or lay down, soon there were feelings of fingers gripping your thighs and digging into your ass that came with every shift of fabric.

Being teased and groped by an unseen entity wasn't on the cards for the year, but here you are, a cursed bracelet bound to your wrist and being actively bent over your small dining room table as a spectre has made it's ghostly home between your legs, fingers kneading and groping at your ass as the feeling of a mouth working along your sex has you making filth sounds into your empty apartment.

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My #1 Fangirl Loser Lexxy all "excited" to proclaim her new position...stuck in the wall~ Of course, when she finds out she's a permanent installment, her new reality starts to sink in...until of course she dumps in her diapers and realizes this is where she belongs~

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random wetness checks during the day are so hot. getting forced to strip to my underwear to examine them from outside for wet spots. being bent over the nearest surface, forced to spread my legs so you can see better. a finger gliding through my wet slit to assess my pussy juice production, avoiding my clit to not distort the result. getting mocked for being wet, and punished and edged for being not wet enough. the humiliation of it all. maybe you're even keeping a chart of my hourly inspections, counting how many times i failed to present you a dripping pussy. please. i need this.

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Use my tits every hour of every day. Squeeze them, pinch them, bite them, but most of all suck on them. Suck on my nipples, hard. Like you're feeding from me. Make me present for you and feed you with my tits while you jerk off. Suckle on me until it hurts, until I cry, then keep going and make me cum while you do it. Make it pleasurable. Confuse my silly cow brain.

Make me "feed" your friends in front you. Strip me in front of them, make me jiggle my tits and moo while they watch. Order me to be a good cow and do my job. Then watch as I place my boobs in their mouths one by one and massage my tits while they suckle. Watch me feed your friends again and again and again until you grow too hard and order me to present my pussy so you can fuck it while my tits sway back and forth. Then put them back in your friends' mouths while I'm still full of your cum.

Make me moo and don't let me cum until everyone is fed. Then when they leave, suckle from me and play with my pussy until I beg to cum. Then fuck me again. Unload in my pussy again. Breed me. One day the milk will come. That's what you said, the more we do this, the more we stimulate my tits and my milk will come. I will feed you my milk soon. But until then keep sucking. Please keep sucking. Moo.

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Following on with this concept of fallen angels, namely with the one from this first post, I use he/it/they pronouns for the fallen angel on this.

Bringing the hulking figure home with you, sneaking through the streets and trying your best to comfort the sniffling fallen angel, rubbing the back of its fingers as you bring him home turning time to time to coo at it and make sure it continues to follow you. Smears of bronze tears have coated it's cheeks and dripped down its neck, a stark contrast to the pure white of its skin and hair.

The fallen has to almost crumple to get through the door of your home, looking around as it whimper and reaches to hug you again, embracing you as it drags you to the floor with it. Kneeling as it nuzzles into the top of your head again, sniffling and hiccuping as it holds you, little shivers running through it as you rub its back gently trying your best to avoid the scars on its upper back.

Ten minutes of hugging and comforting the fallen angel, and then it is letting you pull it further into your home, sitting it on the tiled floor of your bathroom as you wipe away the tears smeared across its skin. Smiling softly and trying to sooth the hulking figure, once all the tears are wiped away and the simpering noise of its crying fades you begin to notice the dirt on its clothes or well dirt on the cloth wrapped around its waist.

Coaxing the fallen to give you the cloth to clean takes a lot longer than you expected, and once you had you were greeted with the sight of its fully naked form, placing the cloth to the side as you turn back taking the fallen's hands in yours as you look over the expanse of skin exposed. Its skin is unblemished and smooth, holding the perceived masculine shape from the v-line and pecs all the way down to where they part their thighs.

A patch of off white curls cover the apex of their thighs, and just under that is the softest pale pussy you have ever seen, a stark contrast to the ghostly pale expanse of the rest of this fallen angels skin, as it watch's you watch it they part their legs more head tilted as they look up at you hands gripping yours tightly as they submit themselves to your curious gaze.

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Alien that keeps having to calm its self down after you unknowingly keep doing courting rituals for them >>>>

★★★(nsfw warning!!!)★★★

Listen!!! He gets that to you all this stuff you do is normal and friendly!!

Humans are very physically affectionate creatures, they thrive on any connection they can get their weird little ten-fingered hands on.

He really has to keep his hopes down when the human he's been interested in for months has accidentally been doing all this sexually frustrating stuff in the name of friendship.

As far as your concerned, you're just trying to be nice to this guy who seems to avoid you and is usually on edge when you're around.

You make way too much eye contact for him not to imagine dicking you down, honestly. And you've reallyyyy got to stop it with all the touching!

There have been one two many times that he's had to excuse himself to his own room to fix his downstairs situation after having to come to you for a work related issue.

His species is esspecially susceptible to smells amd pheromones, and he happens to find you on your way to the showers after exercising (or even after you had some time to yourself with a toy or your fingers...) that'd definitely make him pause.

If you two manage to become especially close, like, occasionally have movie nights that turn into sleep overs close, then he knows he's fucked.

"Hey sorry- I had to borrow your shirt... I spilled soda on my clothes and-" God damn it. You've now got his scent all over you. And you're most definitely getting your scent on that shirt.

Either this ends with him breaking and saying something to you about it, or him just forever suffering in silence.

(Bonus if you already knew all this and have lowk been pushing things to see what happens)