#Exercises for larger breasts

[excomingback]

Are there any home remedies for increasing breast size?

Like many women, my breast size made me worry. I used to think only big breasts were beautiful. Now, I know that all shapes are unique and should be celebrated. Yet, the pressure to have a bigger chest is still there. This led me to look for natural ways to increase my breast size. I searched for home remedies. There were many suggestions, from changing my diet to trying special yoga poses. I…

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvssukuna :: personaltrainer!sukuna x thick!reader (18+) ☆

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ ever since you were young, you've struggled with your weight - it becoming one of your biggest insecurities. now as an adult, you actually have the financial freedom to invest into yourself leading you to start going your local gym. you end up running into someone who was willing to help you... the only problem was that he didn't seem as invested in your weight loss as you were. cw ✧✩₊˚. modern/no curses au, body image insecurity, fatshaming🙄, sukuna knows how to use a phone, slow burn-ish (they don't smash in this part), mastúrbation (f), séxting // 3.5k wc // part 2

“Are you sure you should eat that?” “You would be so much prettier if you just dropped a few pounds.” “You’ll never date anyone looking like that!”

Ever since you were young, all the people in your life ever seemed to be concerned with was your weight - whether that be murmured judgements amongst themselves or just directly to your face. At first it used to upset you, the ostracisation making you feel like there was permanently a spotlight on you no matter where you went; strangers silently judging you, making assumptions or just flat out insulting you.

If you wanted to go out to a restaurant, it felt like you were be shamed out of eating anything that could be deemed as “unhealthy”. Shopping for clothes was a difficulty - irregular clothing sizes meaning that the majority of your teenage shopping trips ended with you tearing up in the changing room as you fought with many a pair of stupid jeans that fit your calves perfectly well, but as you tugged them up to your plush thighs they got painfully stuck; your mom having to intervene and haul the wretched things back down.

As you grew out of adolescence and into adulthood, you quickly learnt how to mask the insecurity and self-doubt you had accumulated, leaning fully into the “funny, fat friend” role. You kept a fake smile plastered on your face as friends and family lamented on about the woe’s of constantly being approached by men and how lucky you were that you didn’t have to worry about that.

You weren’t nearly as perturbed with your appearance as others seemed to be, puberty being instrumental in recomposing your juvenile body to its current physique - majority of your fat moving to fill out your hips and bust. You definitely still had a tummy and back rolls but the thickness of your thighs and generous glutes were something that you felt your friends were at least a little envious of, often catching them gawking at the way your hips swayed as you walked or how your breasts jiggled as you moved your hands around.

Regardless of your growing acceptance of your larger body size, there were still times when you felt like that young girl who was relentlessly bullied and mocked due to something as superficial as how she looked. You wanted to move on from ever feeling like that again, which is what lead you to start going to the gym.

If you could mould yourself, to how other’s wanted you to look and be seen as not even beautiful but just normal - maybe you wouldn’t have this heaviness in your heart, maybe you would finally feel fully accepted by the people in your life and maybe you’d not constantly feel on edge when in public or open spaces.

Your first few trips to the gym were pretty mundane. You made sure to properly stretch before attempting weighted exercise - deep squats and hip flexors being your favourite warm-up, the slight tension and warm rush of blood flow putting you in the perfect mind frame for a challenging but rewarding workout.

The routine and order that the gym was able to give you didn’t just help you to achieve your goal of weight-loss but also caused a drastic improvement to your mental health; your brain being able to just.. switch off as you pounded your feet into the conveyer belt of the treadmill.

However, your gym session a couple weeks ago was is were things started to change.

You sauntered in, light pink hydroflask complementing your pastel two-piece - a sports bra with interweaving straps around your back for increased support and cycling shorts that nicely hugged your ample hips and gave your rear a helpful lift.

Making your way to the padded area used for low impact exercise, you got to work. Starting out with a deep stretch in your hamstrings and then working back up to your upper hips. As you leant back up from a standing toe touch, you felt an intimidating presence looming over you. You stumbled back slightly, eyes flitting upwards to take in this unwelcome interruption.

The first thing you noted was that he was muscular - corded muscles rippling as he squatted down to meet your gaze. He had thick, black markings all over his body from what you could tell, two lines on both his upper thighs and forearms being the only visible ones currently, peaking out from his snug fitting compression shirt and loose training shorts.

He even had it on his face, symmetrical lines running from the top of his jaw down to his chin meeting in a small triangle alongside a pointed line across his nose. His hair was almost the same colour as your bottle - a soft pink that seemed almost contradictory to his hard exterior.

“Your form.” He grumbled. You blinked back, not really grasping what he was trying to say.

“For God’s sake, your form woman! Are you trying to get injured or something?” His dark eyes observed you with something that was… unfamiliar. You were used to people looking at you with disgust or even pity but he looked at you with a genuine curiosity.

“You keep rounding your back. That will cause you more harm than good in the long term” he continued on, not seeming to take your lack of response as a deterrent.

“Stand up.”

It was unclear to you why you were mindlessly following this random man’s instructions but nevertheless you humoured him - following his sharp commands as he directed you into a form that was better suited to your body type, taking into account your larger proportions which allowed for a much deeper and satisfying stretch. You went to crane your head up as you heard the man’s voice behind you.

“Aht- I never said you could move” he chided, reaching out a large, calloused palm to press you back down into the corrected pose. “I was enjoying the view.”

It took you a moment to understand the implication of what he meant, cheeks burning as you stood up properly. “I don’t think I got your name..?”

He smirked, passing you a card with his name and number on “…'name’s Sukuna, I work as a personal trainer at this gym sometimes.”

He paused, shamelessly looking you up and down - pretty much just eye-fucking you in the middle of the gym. “if you ever need someone to help you work out, ‘m here.” He sauntered off, not even bothering to wait for your response.

The rest of your workout was spent mulling over the intriguing man you had just met. Whilst his methods were… unconventional and he could be a little assertive, he clearly knew a lot more about the gym than you and could be quite useful?

When you got back to your place, the first thing you did was take a good look at the card he had given you, saving the number on the back and sending him a quick message.

…

you: heyyy, it’s the girl you helped at the gym today! tysm for ur advice, it was really useful. :) would you be free anytime this week to help me with some leg workouts?

sukuna: i remember you

sukuna: do you want to look like this?

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Unsure of what he was really talking about, you immediately clicked the image expecting it to be a photo of a previous client who was in a similar position or honestly anything but a selfie of his glistening torso.

Black markings continuing down from his shoulders meeting into the middle of his pectorals, two symmetrical pointed lines running deep along his tensed abs, an arm slightly raised to show the circle on the top of his deltoid. He was in a dark room but the flash from the camera gave you a good view of his lap - legs spread wide, the grey sweatpants he was wearing allowing you to see everything.

…

sukuna: so?

…

You were…stunned to say the least. I mean you did get the vibe that he was checking you out but you weren’t used to men being so forward with you. You genuinely wanted him to help you work out though so you responded back earnestly stating that whilst you did appreciate his physique, you weren’t trying to completely change the way you looked - you had actually grown from your original aim of going to the gym just for weight loss and wanted to instead focus on improving your stamina and muscle gain, any pounds shed from that alone would be satisfactory for you.

…

sukuna: i understand

sukuna: lets meet tuesday

sukuna: i have the perfect workout for you

…

The wait for Tuesday to come felt absolutely agonising. The day before you had actually gone through your closet looking for your cutest gym set to wear, spending hours agonising over whether you should go for a unitard that clung tightly to your curves or one of your more… skimpier sets that allowed for a little recoil when you moved.

Whilst you knew this definitely wasn’t a date and had already come to the conclusion that Sukuna was certainly the type of trainer to flirt with all his clients - this gym session definitely felt charged in some kinda way.

You walked into the gym that Tuesday quite apprehensive; bringing your light blue hydroflask this time to better match with the set you decided on, a cropped slim fit shirt and looser pair of shorts (to allow for greater range of motion but it does help they also show the underside of your ass).

As soon as you stepped into the gym, you spotted the pink-haired man standing in the padded area you normally start in, his eyes dragging up your frame; a slow grin spreading across his lips as he beckoned you over with two of his fingers.

The walk to him felt like an eternity, dark eyes tinged with a streak of red as he unreservedly studied you - eyes flitting down to the high cut of your shorts, ass jiggling with every step you took.

You felt blood rush to your face, Sukuna’s ogling making you feel so shy. You finally reached him, his hooded gaze rendering you speechless for a good minute or so as the two of you just looked at each other silently.

“Hello to you too” He sniggered, turning to the side to reveal the assortment of weights he had selected for today’s workout. “This is going to be the hardest workout of your life.”

“Sounds good!” you innocently beamed, always being up for a good challenge and it seemed like Sukuna was willing to give you one.

“Woman, I don’t think you understand,” He wiped a hand over his jaw, seeming to be finding your misguided enthusiasm hilarious, “…’nless, you are some kind of masochist - there is no chance you’ll enjoy this”

You looked up at him after he said this, smile faltering slightly at the sight of the very poorly hidden smirk on his face. He was really going to try push you to your limit but… he didn’t know how stubborn you could be.

The two of you went through the warm-up smoothly enough, Sukuna’s critical eye spotting the myriad of mistakes you were making; hands sliding against the soft, contours of your body to position you in the correct positions.

It was hard to remind yourself where you were when his broad palms reached around the expanse of your thighs, lingering in the inner crevices as he squeezed lightly to encourage you to push back against him to deepen your stretch. You really couldn’t tell whether Sukuna was affected in the same way you seemed to be, his previously heated gaze being replaced with a much calmer and cooler one - his focus seeming to be on making this workout the “hardest one of your life”.

You then moved onto weights, the main target of the day being glutes as requested by you. Sukuna had queried about what muscle groups you targeted least and from there promised to make you a future guide to help you work them out more; but explained that today he would start with something familiar, “I don’t want to scare you off.”

To help improve your weight lifting form, he would model how he wanted you to position yourself and then get you to copy him. This would have been extremely helpful if you were actually paying attention to what he was doing, your mind being more focused on the way his muscles flexed and relaxed as he moved into the poses; you could literally see the tendons wrapping and twisting as he dropped into a squat, thighs flattening out as adductors tensed up creating a deep crevice in the middle.

“Woman.” he growled, dragging you out of your daydream. “I know you didn’t just call me here to lust over my body.” He made eye contact with you through the mirror in front, “You could’ve just come to mine if that was the case”.

Sukuna really knew how to make you flustered, whether that be on purpose or that just being his personality. You couldn’t really decipher whether he actually meant what he said or if his matter-of-fact tone just made everything flirtatious. It didn’t help that he really didn’t mind getting up close and personal with his training, hands securely gripping your sides as you held two dumbbells above your head, gently easing into a weighted squat. He made you do this 20 times - your body trembly and achy by the 15th rep.

“Sukuna….I don’t think I can do anymore” you wheezed, beads of sweat running down from your hairline.

“Don’t be a baby” he muttered into your ear, causing you to suddenly become hyperaware of his proximity to you; his body essentially caging you in as he helped to pull you down. You shivered slightly, willing your body to focus on the really heavy fucking weights above your head and not the man hovering behind you. You flicked your eyes back up to the mirror to centre yourself only to find Sukuna’s eyes glued to your rear - the squat position you were currently in making it look even bigger than normal, your spread legs isolating each cheek with the sliver of undercheek peeking out tensing up into your thigh due to your poor balance.

It was kinda comical to see how transfixed he was - eyes completely blacked out with his grip becoming slightly tighter as you dipped lower and lower. As you came back up you tipped yourself forward purposefully to seem as if you were going to fall over. Snapping out of his daze, Sukuna fully pulled you back into his chest; lower back brushing up against his semi-hard length as your weights clattered against the floor. You turned your head upwards to try and catch his eye only to find him already staring back down at you, face stern, “S-Stop messing around, woman.” He barked out, swiftly moving to create some distance between the two of you.

The rest of the workout continued without much interference from yourself or Sukuna; the second half primarily consisting of cardio which meant that little guidance was actually needed. Whilst you were grateful for his assistance, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted something more - missing the physical contact that was so prevalent at the beginning of your workout.

“All done!” you smiled as the machine slowed to a stop, your gruelling 30 minutes on the stair-master finally being over. You staggered over to the pink-haired man who was lazily lounging on the couch at reception, proud that you had struggled your way through his workout and lived to tell the tale.

“Why are you so…happy?” He looked mildly conflicted, impressed that you had managed to make it through his workout but disappointed that he hadn’t managed to break you.

“’Cause I completed your workout, silly” He found the cheesy grin on your face infuriatingly cute, the way your your eyes crinkled up and dimples poked out actually making his heart beat slightly faster.

“I’m not silly, brat.” He spat out, hand moving down to ruffle your hair, much to your annoyance.

“Since you found this workout so easy, let’s see how you find the one at my house.”

Oh.

The look on Sukuna’s face was akin to the likes of a predator that had just caught its prey; a wide, malfeasant grin plastered on his face as his eyes went to a darkened black.

He was talking about… oh.

You could literally feel yourself dripping as you glanced up at Sukuna, mouth dry as he strolled out of the gym silently - looking back with a gleam in his eyes as the doors to the gym slid shut.

The drive home was quiet, mind reeling at the sudden turn of events. Yes, Sukuna had been very flirty during your interactions but you never thought it was going to escalate to this point where he essentially invited you round… to fuck.

You got home, showered, changed, ate and tucked yourself in for bed in a daze, thoughts still scrambled as you tossed and turned desperately trying to turn off your racing thoughts.

DING

Your hand reached out to grasp your phone. You knew that it could only be one person texting you at this hour.

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sukuna: mine friday @ 8?

sukuna: unless you don't want to see more of this

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Oh, he definitely did not waste any time. Your finger raced to click open the attachment, the picture this time being a selfie from a lower angle showcasing a little more of the pink-haired man’s lower body; boxers pulled down to show you his harsh v-line and happy trail that confirmed that the curtains do match the drapes. You could see the the small veins wrapping around his flexed forearm as he twisted his arm to the side to show the sheer amount of muscle he had managed to build in just that one area, bicep almost tripling in size.

As much as you wanted to pretend his excessive showmanship didn’t impress you, your body was telling a different story; thighs slowly rubbing together as you felt heat rush down between your legs.

…

sukuna: i know what you are doing

sukuna: show me.

…

Sheets pushed to the side, you pulled down your shorts with an inhumane level of strength. Something about how self-assured and confident he was just made you horny. The way he just told you what to do and you actually did it was something you didn’t realise you’d liked so much until now, your body trembling with need.

You started filming, a hand spreading apart your folds as the one holding the phone drew closer to showcase how drenched you already were. Your swollen clit was red and angry, begging for attention as your fingertips slowly skimmed along the edges of your cunt. As much as you wanted to wanted to give Sukuna a real show, you also really wanted to come. Eventually, you brought two fingers to your sensitive clit and smeared all of the slick you had gathered before, just the mere pressure making you groan lowly in pleasure. You leisurely started to build up speed, fingers readjusting to allow you to prod into your tight hole, fingers pressing up against your walls in a way that only allowed you to squeeze down onto them.

Your room was filled with the sounds of your quiet whimpers and moans as the pressure in the lower half of your body started to build up more and more to the point where you were about to climax. Your breathing became shallower and was replaced by heavy pants as you tried to evade the inevitable for a little longer, not wanting to stroke Sukuna’s ego any further by coming almost immediately at the sight of him.

Right when you couldn’t hold back any longer you decided to cut the video - he could see you come when the two of you meet on Friday. Until then, he’d have to be satisfied with your video.

You sent the video and threw your phone on the bed, left hand joining your right in plunging into your cunt; your body arching away from the bed as you reached your peak and came hard, gushing out all over your sheets.

Your head felt fuzzy as you lay there for a moment, the only sound in the room being your phone rapidly buzzing.

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sukuna: fuck

sukuna: you look so good

sukuna: cant believe you cut it there

sukuna: what a little tease

sukuna: you'll see what i do to women who tease me.

…

Friday could not come sooner.

part 2

a/n ✧✩₊˚. ive been binge watching industry and wow being a banker actually seems interesting wtf.. i had to cancel my gym membership cause im moving for uni and i miss it so much i cant wait to start going again 😜

[clawsdevour]

(27) athletic trainer

wc: 0.4k content warning: suggestive, my booty writing, iwa being an athletic trainer, not proofread, post-time skip

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It’s 1:24PM, you walk out of the walk-in closet you share with your husband, Hajime Iwaizumi. You had just gotten changed from your regular lounging around the house clothes to your athletic gym outfit. You wore a tight sports bra and a pair of black spandex as well as your comfiest tennis shoes. You’ve been feeling quite sluggish today from hanging around the house so you think a light jog would refresh you as the day goes. You’re about to grab your house keys from your bag when your husband notices you from the jingle of your keys. “Hey babe, where are you going?” Haji says in your ear, as he puts his hands over your exposed waist for a hug. The heat from his hands radiated warmth as you put your hands on his larger masculine hands.

“Hmm..? Well I was just gonna go out for a light jog since I been feeling a bit sluggish just sitting on the couch and watching TV today” you replied, looking back at your man with your head bent to the right. You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Before you were about to break out of his hug to leave for your jog, Haji pulls you closer to him. Especially stopping you from leaving the house

“Haji..?” You said as you looked back at him blankly to see his big brown eyes that were filled with this overwhelming desire that he’s been able to keep stowed away. You can’t help but notice his eyes that were slightly shifted down, peering at the top of your exposed breasts that were pushed together due to the tight sports bra you had on. Your husband looked back into your eyes that were adorning with affection. Iwa had a hard on and it was pressing against your ass, and you felt it grow in size. Iwa’s face was starting to blush as you took note of his growing size and you felt your lustful desire start to grow. “Maybe you could ditch that jog and exercise at home with me babe?”

masterlist here

[gatheringbones]

[“The problem is that we have exiled sex in our minds. We have isolated it from the larger inclusive narrative and we have limited its definition to that which serves the most privileged class of protagonists.

I think that this is a symptom of that other habit of treating whole classes of human beings as though their stories do not have the stakes, narrative depth, and complexity typically assigned to dominant protagonists. It is a craft quandary indeed to write yet another sex scene in which a white male protagonist exercises his archetypal masculinity on a secondary, two-dimensional character functioning as a prop in his hero’s journey without any narrative awareness of this exhausted trope.

But to write a sex scene in which that marginalized character is treated with some reverence and depth? To write it from their perspective? Or to write a scene in which a white male character experiences, even in an inchoate way, the deep discomfort that occurs when we act out our erotic story on another body without recognizing its humanity? I’ll repeat the unrule: you can use any words you want.

Here is Eileen Myles, from Inferno, in case you thought comparing a pussy to soup, or using the word crotch, was out of bounds or unsexy:

But after kissing her mouth a little chapped which seemed familiar then feeling her breasts not so large, but nice round and beautiful, familiar breasts, ones I already knew in some way I tugged down her pants. She said Oh. Like a soft amount of light, a small gust of wind. And luckily she had some sweatpants on or something, a stretchy waist. Easy getting them down and there were her lemony legs. Not big not strong, but smooth soft hair like peaches everything that way. Pink rose warm. I just dived down. It couldn’t have been too fast. Time was being so slow and warm. And there it was. A pussy, the singular place on a girl, it’s where I’m going. Wiggly thing, like soup, like a bowl. Another mouth. Like lips between her legs and the taste of it. Piss and fruit. I pressed my face against its bone and it moved. She was letting me. All this was happening. I smelled the future right there, a present and a past. All that went through her, known through the soft sweet flesh of her lips and clit. It was like my face felt loved temporarily […] I felt plunged into a tropical movie in which light was bathing my head and her pussy, her cunt, her crotch was a warm smile and for a moment I lived in her sun.

The revelation here is not that these words can be used in a sex scene, but that a pussy, a cunt, a crotch can be transformed by a sex scene. “Language is never innocent,” Roland Barthes once wrote, and I agree. Here, in the sense that the words pussy, cunt, and crotch all carry the connotative luggage of all their previous contexts—the violence, disgust, and pornographic theater of all the scenes and mouths I’ve heard them in and from. Experience, however, is innocent. This narrator’s sexual reality is so powerful a phenomenon that it washes these words of their previous connotations. Now they mean not a wimp or a bitch or the place on a woman that belongs to a man, but something magnificent and weird, pure and exotic, deeply familiar and erotic—a warm smile, a cosmic body. Just as sweatpants become perfect attire for such a scene, smooth soft hair like peaches, and the actual smell of sex a good one. When they enter this revelatory scene, these degraded words are suddenly imbued with the same reverence as their speaker. To use them is an incontrovertible act of (re)creation.”]

melissa febos, from body work: the radical power of personal narrative, 2022

[our-honeybee-transfem-experience]

speaking as a member of a probably-clinically-significant plural/dissociative system w a prototypically transfem, perisex body, who’s nb and identifies somewhat with some of the aspects of transmasculinity—wanting to be clear this isn’t a bad faith ask and I’ve (and I think the rest of us, though can’t speak for all parties) been a good deal more sympathetic to the idea of ‘afab transfem’ and associated phenomena than a lot of the transfeminists we engage with online—

there’s a core issue here, which is two fairly distinct conceptions of the purpose and nature of language, and in particular the language of identity. on a basic level, those sympathetic to the idea of ‘afab transfem’ as an identity are utilizing a different definition of transfem than their critics.

the sympathetic are using a general, sort of associative framework that pulls together varying concepts related to transfemininity; someone who looks or is perceived as or even just at one point identifies as male or masculine making some sort of effort to shift towards femininity. as a fairly radical instrumentalist/pragmatist about language, I agree wholeheartedly in that this is more accurate to how human cognition actually treats words and meaning.

the critics may even agree that, descriptively, this language functions in that way in common parlance, and that definitions don’t reflect the ontology of any socially-constructed dynamics. but they also posit as a core notion that definitions are a necessary component of communication; that when making a deductive argument you have to have a pre-established set of operating definitions from which to make arguments. and in the pursuit of an intellectual framework to justify and extrapolate from transfeminism, ‘has the vibes of trans women’ is not at all useful for communication.

it’s essentially the microlabel discourse returning in a slightly new shape; whether you see identity as an ideolectal self-reflection exercise or a means of practical communication.

I’m not exactly certain where I stand on this. I’m not particularly compelled by the sentiment that my somewhat transmasc vibes makes me actually transmasc, no matter how disconcerting it was to find that I had breasts and that people referred to me with a woman’s name.

frankly, while I’m uncomfortable with the critics’ behavior towards you and others, I do think there’s a core and necessary issue with your view of identity that allows, for instance, detransitioners to claim trans identity in the reverse direction, when this is not at all meaningfully borne out in real-life dynamics. and in the interest of full self-reflection, that applies to me as well. there would be no meaningful societal consequences were I to become frontstuck and decide to detransition, and ask people to use new pronouns and a new name and change my legal documents back. society *wants* me to do that. I’m not transmasc, if anything I’m detrans.

so while perhaps by an authentic analysis of the associative nature of neural engrams I fit some notable amount of transmasculine traits, it would be functionally untruthful for me to claim in front of others that I am transmasculine, because most people do not view the meaning of that word in this way; most people believe language to be based on definitions, and *to communicate within a different framework without disclosure, when disclosure would alter the meaning of your words, is an act of deception.*

the people uncomfortable with the idea of afab transfems are, absolutely, falling prey to the same notions of definitional purity and ‘the needs of the larger group must be met by our goals and definitions, even if some small minority are harmed by being semantic edge-cases’ that TERFs utilize. but at the same time, there is a meaningful distinction in that specific afab transfem identity is not associated with a notable amount of harm—exorsexism and whatever it’s called when people delegitimize plural personhood can absolutely result in harm, but an intersex person transitioning to match their birth documents, or a headmate asking to be referred to with their trans body’s birth pronouns, are in coherence with society’s interests, and do not as a rule face the same kind of violence that prototypical trans people do.

could a poorly-assigned intersex person, later transitioning to their assigned gender after puberty and the development of the wrong secondary sex characteristics be mistaken for a typical trans person and thus subject to harm? absolutely. but so do GNC cis/peri people, so do simply not-conventionally-attractive people.

I think it’s a mistake to see these critics and react as though they don’t have good reasons to be wary. at the same time, I think it may be good that you’re speaking up; should a prototypical trans framework become the predominant social force, unseating current norms of gender, people like you and I guess me *would*, then, be subject to some degree of specific marginalization and harm, and within limited social territories perhaps it’s reasonable to say you already are. but that isn’t the world we’re in; maybe a more nuanced and complex trans rights movement would be better, maybe it would make it harder to move it into the public conception. this becomes a question of pragmatism or idealism, and I think you’ll find a lot of the more stringent transfeminists are happy to bite the bullet and be pragmatic, recognizing that there will have to be further reflection and nuance among future generations.

In the end, I guess I do recognize your legitimacy, but I have concerns with the vulnerability you’ve shown to unthinking propagation of transmisogyny. it would do your movement, which you’ve to some degree presented yourself as a spokesperson for, a lot of good to be more cautious and more intellectual, and to—for the love of god—

stop posting anon hate, stop engaging in discourse. it’s not good for anybody. constantly reminding yourself and your followers about all the ways people hate you is the fastest way out there to become awful, toxic people; that your identity (within your framework) is only distinct from trans women on grounds of cagab means it will be very easy to close ranks on grounds of bioessentialist notions of amab aggression and the like, and you’re thus in a position where you could very easily slide into transmisogyny.

while it’s possible to be careful and self-reflective and so on, it’s a hell of a lot easier to just not expose yourself to the stressors that would lead you there.

this is much the same that’s happened on both the transmisogyny and transandrophobia sides of the current tumblr discourse. the members are only ever exposed to the other side via either screenshots of the people willing to jump the social barriers, people which are far more likely to be angry and unwilling to learn, or the popular posts from the other side which get something wrong and thus draw engagement within the opposite network. it functions organically the way any radicalization does. ‘transandrobros’ rarely see documentation of the harassment campaigns they unwittingly perpetuate, ‘TIRFs’ rarely hear about the ways they minimize transmasculine oppression in fundamentally untrue ways.

the best thing you can do is not get involved. justify yourself on your own, among those who agree with you, and do what you can to not perpetuate these cycles—disavow and authentically apologize for mistakes, and curate your online experience as much as possible.

it’s called digital self-harm for a reason. that shit’s not healthy for anyone.

okay, i understand most of what youre saying but its late and im tired

i get ur point on no more answering hate, ive stopped now

i understand your points, i never wanted to be any aort of figure for people to seriously see as a spokesperson of any sort, i am a very gullible person and am genuinely not fit to be a leader like this. ill try to do my best to recognize the transmysogyny but i need people to point out my mistakes id they happen

i have to disagree with detransitioners not being trans in their own way, of course many of them are simply cis but some people like to describe themselves as trans, which i see no harm in. some people argue that that would give them "leverage to talk over other transfems" which it simply doesnt. identities have less to do with what you can speak on than simply experiences. if you dont have the experience you dont have a lot of room to talk.

uhh i thinl that answers some of it apologies if i skipped stuff (i probably did) but come back if you have more i suppose

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Are There Specific Exercises for Breast Enlargement?

Many women wish for bigger breasts like me. When I was young, I saw ads promising bigger busts. These ads suggested exercises and pills would work wonders. Yet, over time, I found there’s no easy way to naturally grow breasts. Our breast size is mostly from genes, hormones, and body shape. Exercising alone doesn’t significantly increase breast size. For a noticeable difference, some women turn to…

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Septarian Speculative Biology Headcanons

Note that though this concentrates on septarians, there are plenty of monsters this describes too, because septarians are related to most of them. They are most closely related to Kappas and Tecoixin, but there are plenty of branches in the tree of life of Cítalaoléy.

Septarians are overall more barrel-chested than Mewmans, to accommodate larger, birdlike lungs. The lungs have more surface area than a human's, but because their blood isn't as good at carrying oxygen, their respiratory rate is about the same. 

Septarians have two hearts, both attached to their substantial sternum. Their sternum is so thick and long it could almost be considered a second spine. (It starts in their neck and is incredibly flexible, and also acts as a hub for red blood cell production and the immune/lymphatic system.) The upper heart is called the body-heart and receives blood from the body and sends it to the lungs. In monster culture, this heart usually (not always! Some cultures represent it differently) represents bodily desires and "gut" feelings or intuition. The lower heart, the soul-heart, receives blood from the lungs and sends it to the body. In culture, it usually represents reason, knowledge, and logic. This is because there is a slight delay in the top heart during exercise or strong emotions, and the lower heart has to "catch up" to pump blood back to the body. 

Monster digestive systems vary, but septarian digestive systems are very short and tucked into the back. They are carnivores, and as such don't need a long digestive system like omnivores or herbivores. The digestive system is closer to the back than it is in humans. Their kidney-analogues are round and are embedded among the lungs.

Septarian's chests are different to humans. The "breasts" are diagonal, and much smaller. They are a bit more agile than humans.

Septarians are almost tripedal – their tails are used for balance and coordination. They rely on their tails for stability while walking. It's not true tripedality, as they still don't technically "walk" on their tails – they just balance. They are extremely bewildered by animals that walk without their tails – such as humans or frogs – because how do they balance? How do they not topple over constantly? How do they walk downhill if they don't have a tail to stop them from falling backwards and sliding down? What the heck is going on with them?

The sensory system is next. Their long snouts aren't for smelling – their sense of smell is no better than a human, in fact. It's for sensing ambient magic. Demons use their eyes, but they are almost completely different trees of life from septarians and most surface monsters. Before demons learned rock and soil magic and made contact with the surface, the two clades had very little in common. But septarians sense magic like a snake uses heat sensing. The wand coming to Mewni means that that sense is difficult to use now, since everything smells extremely hot all the time, but before the wand, they were adept at judging the strength of opponents and potential spots to gain magic by using this sense. Toffee came up with a dampening spell that would allow them to still use their magic sense, but not everyone knows it or even knows how to use magic, so most of the septarian population, especially those outside the mountains, is disabled. 

Their jaw muscles are very strong, as befitting a large carnivore, and their arms are also very strong. Their hunting strategy is primarily to grasp and injure with their clawed arms and then deliver a killing bite. Even if they don't kill, their venom compels their prey to itch their wound, keeping it open and allowing the septarian to find and catch them again – or for the next septarian they encounter to take the prey down.  This doesn't work very well on sapient creatures that know their tricks, as there are plenty of plants and tactics to counteract their venom, but it does work on species not covered by the Sapient Rights Accord, who the septarians are allowed to hunt. Septarians are not considered true persistence predators, as they lack a method of cooling down quickly – they cannot sweat, and their panting isn't very effective due to less of saliva. Instead they ally with the sweating sizeshifters. The sizeshifters lead the prey into a septarian's ambush, and they work together to take them down. And of course they work in groups, as befitting a social species. This dynamic changed dramatically since the conflict with the Mewmans started and Sílthéy blessed as many monsters as possible with superpowers. Now the sizeshifters are better ambush hunters with their size-shifting, and the septarians are better persistence hunters with their ability to heal from things like overheating. They've kind of met in the middle.

Their large jaw muscles mean there isn't as much room for a brain as there is in animals like humans, and thus their brains are smaller. Mewmans could make fun of this if Mewmans knew an iota of biology, but they don't, so they don't. But septarians have magic on their side, as Cítalaoléy has had magic for as long as the planet has existed. And Magic likes people to be able to comprehend it, so a lot of creatures on Cítalaoléy that otherwise wouldn't have been sapient are. 

Then there's sex and reproduction. That's really complicated, as any human might guess. Septarian sexes are temperature-dependent (or used to be!). Septarian eggs incubated at 28-30 degrees Celsius are usually male, while temperatures above that are usually female. Eggs incubated below that are intersex, or "null" gendered, with undeveloped sexual traits. They are typically weaker, but with modern medicine they're very likely to survive. The septarian depicted at the top of this post is null gendered, and it's considered the "average" by most groups.

From there, reproduction is very different than in humans. Once adults, females are expected to leave the nest and join another group or colony. Pregnancy and egg laying is very, very difficult for egg-laying females, even more than the notoriously difficult humans, because septarian females shed their entire uterus-analog and some specialized fat stores along with around 10-20 eggs. The uterus uses the fat stores to generate heat to keep the eggs warm during incubation. Non-septarian ancestor females would usually die after that, but with the advent of sapience, it became advantageous for the females to survive egg-laying and raise their children and grandchildren once they recovered. After all, no one wanted their children to die in egg-laying, and social bonds were very important to septarians. 

But while the female sexed were recovering from shedding an entire organ, who was to defend the nest and the recovering egg-layers? Well, here the males are divided into two sub-sexes, the "true" males, who mate with the females and defend them afterwards, and the nest-carers, who defend the nest. The nest-carers are the ones who care for the hatched young, and are actually the ones who produce milk, from glands on their neck. Their necks are thicker to accommodate this, since they're feeding a lot of kids at once. Typically a lot of the children die, but with the advent of modern medicine, more and more are living. 

Yes baby septarians are tiny. Yes they're adorable. Here is a picture of Toffee as a baby:

they have feathers.

So... what happened in Toffee and Necahua's case? Both Chia and Tecoloa had kids, so why aren't there a million Toffee siblings running around? Well, it's Cayeto's fault, and bad luck. Cayeto was part demon, and those guys have a more large mammal-like reproductive system, including having fewer kids at a time. He also apparently has really shit genetics. So both Chia and Tecoloa had around five eggs each, some of which didn't hatch, and some of which hatched but failed to thrive, which is normal in septarian hatchings, and why the ones that do hatch are all the more precious. In the end, Toffee and Necahua were the only ones in each of their hatchings to survive childhood. Necahua was old enough to remember Toffee's hatching, and remembers a lot of stress as their parents tried to save what hatchlings they could. 

While it is best for parents in their situation to adopt, to ensure their kids had the right social development, there aren't many parents in Septarsis who would give up their kids. Because of the nature of septarian pregnancy, one of Sílthéy's first spells upon showing up in Cítalaoléy was to give septarian parent(s) the option to terminate any pregnancy before egg sacs were laid. And education on pregnancy and egg-laying was widely available, which resulted in very few adoptable children, none of whom were the right age. And considering Tecoloa was a schoolteacher, it was expected that she be able to account for her kids' abnormal development. As a result of this, Necahua and Toffee were extremely close. 

Yes, septarian pregnancy is hell. But have you considered:

But there's one more big, important question: what is gender like in septarian society? Well, there are four sexes. Clearly. Male, female, nest carer, and null. And it turns out it's really easy to cast sex change spells on nulls. So most eggs are incubated as nulls, and when they reach ten(Cítalaoléan years)/fourteen-ish (Earthen years), they become the gender they want to be and (at least in the culture Toffee is part of) pick a permanent name. This doesn't mean there aren't some issues with gender, as some septarians don't think that one can be a gender that doesn't already exist, or think that there's already enough to chose from, why do you need more? Sílthéy tries to make young genderweird septarians feel respected, but there's only so much she can do. Gendered words exist in the Septarian language, but it's considered very formal and old-fashioned to use them, as most words can function without indicators of gender.

Toffee is a null, and never picked another gender, or got a name, as in their specific culture names are traditionally suggested by parents and other family members. Their entire family is dead. 

Huh, that would be a really downer place to end this, right? Uh... let's talk affection. Septarians have long snouts, which makes kissing awkward. But they can express love by... snuggling.

Toffee's ethnic group, the Teco-Aikziki'ni, shows affection in different ways depending on who they're being affectionate to. This varies by ethnic group across the continent, but the Teco-Aikziki'ni are fairly typical for how they express these things.

(1) Family members will place one head on top of the other

(2) Casual friends or acquaintances will place their heads on each other's shoulders, side-to-side

(3) Romantic partners in public and committed platonic relationships will touch foreheads

(4) Sexual partners will touch throats. It's considered a bit rude to do it in public, like two people making out

[chanothy]

Light Shinning in the Blue Mirror

Episodes one

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Devil Palace

It was a little past the middle of may, and spring was drawing to an end.

When i was taking a morning walk, i met Lato looking into a hand mirror.

LATO :: Hmm…

Finding it strange that Lto was just staring at the mirror, i decided to call out to him

[Lato, What’s Wrong?]

LATO :: Oh Aruji-sama, good morning.

LATO :: by the way, what does ‘what’s wrong’ mean?

[Because you were just looking in the mirror]

LATO :: Ah this… Flure says to “look in the mirror every morning”.

LATO :: By the way… Do you understand the true meaning of this phrase?

[What does it really mean?]

LATO :: Yes. Flure said “Looki in the mirror every morning”, but what he really meant was….

LATO :: He meant “look at yourself in the mirror and make sure you look good.”

LATO :: In the past, I didn’t realize this… I just looked at the mirror itself, just as the saying goes.

[Oh, that’s right]

LATO :: Kufufu… of course, now i pay attention to my appearance

LATO :: In the master;s sight… I want my image to reflect as beautifully as possible.

LATO :: … Oh? What’s that?

As the two of ud were talking… I saw Mu trudging towards me from the otherside of the corridor.

LATO :: Hmm. A black cat is walking with its ears dropping and its tail dragging

[He doesn’t look well]

LATO :: Yes, he’s not his usual self

LATO :: Good morning, black cat. You seem a bit down. What’s wrong?

MU :: Ah Lato… and the master too…

MU :: … um … I’m fine, It’s okay….

[It deosn’t seem that way]

LATO :: Yes. Normally, he walks with a lively, thumping sound of footsteps.

LATO :: The footsteps of the black cat today were… a little like a stomp

MU :: thump thump…. Nonono

LATO :: He was fien intull a while ago… What suddenly happened?

[Maybe it’s May sickness?]

LATO :: Is it May sickness? I’m sure that’s it….

Tattatatta

LONO :: Ah Mu! So you were here.

LONO :: Seriously,... I was worried when you suddenly disappeared.

[Good Morning Lono!]

LONO :: Ah Aruji-Sama! Good morning to you too, Lato.

LONO :: Sorry for the noise this morning…. I was surprised when Mu disappeared, leaving his breakfast behind.

LATO :: Hmm… that’s rare

LATO :: Normally, he would lick every corner of the dish clean. Leaving nothing but a clean plate.

LONO :: That’s right… I’m worried too

LONO :: Mu, are you okay? Maybe he ate something bad?

MU :: Uhh… I haven’t eaten anything.

MU :: Or rather… I’m no longer the gluttonous cat i used to be!

MU :: From now on Ill be on a strict diet… I will show you how to walk with lighter steps

LONO :: …oh, a diet?

[that's why you weren’t feeling well]

LATO :: Diet…. I think thats to loose weight

LATO :: Hmm, I think there are many advantages to being a larger organism.

LATO :: Why would you go through the trouble of shrinking your body?

MU :: Ugh…. Mr.Lato, who is always slim and walks with an easy attitude, will never understand

[I understand ]

[ i don’t understand ]

LONO :: Hey Mu. It’s good to go on a diet, but…

LONO :: Skipping breakfast all of a sudden… that's bad for your body isn’t it?

LONO :: If you’re serious about loosing weight… you need to make small improvements so that it lasts.

LONO :: First, eat a proper breakfast, Then, come and exercise with me.

MU :: Ugh… but I

LONO :: By the way, todays breakfast is chicken breast and bean stew.

LONO :: It’s low in calories and high in protein so it’s great for those on a diet.

MU :: huh….? It’s safe while on a diet?

MU :: Yeah, you should have said that sooner Mr.Lono!

Thump thump

It was as if the dejected mood from before was a lie… Mu ran cheerfully to the kitchen

LONO :: …. Oh dear. It looks like he’s about to ask fro a refill.

LATO :: Whatever… I’m relieved to hear that he wasn’t sick

LATO :: It seems that it wasn’t just what you called “May Sickness”

LONO :: “May sickness”... ah,, i remember that….

LONO :: It’s not an official name for a disease. But …. I think it’s something that makes you feel unwell when you environment changes?

[Yes]

LATO :: Hmm…. When you change your place or position, you have a lot of different worries.

LATO :: It seems like the black cat has his own worries too. Cats seems to have their own struggles.

[I think Mu is special though]

While we’re talking, the front door opened and Lucas and Nac came in.

Both of them were wearing robes and seemed tired

NAC :: Huh… that was a tough negotiation, Lucas

LUCAS :: That’s right… it took all morning t=and in the end there wasn’t much progress.

LUCAS :: Let’s take a break, and worry about it later.

[Welcome home, both of you !]

LUCAS :: Ah, Aruji-sama. I’m back now

NAC :: Aruji-sama, i’m sorry i came home late

LATO :: Hmm. I’m sure you two went out yesterday afternoon, right?

LATO :: I hear you too received a summons form the Grosvenor family?

LONO :: From the looks of it, it seems like it was quite difficult. Thank you for your hard work!

[What were you negotiating?]

NAC :: Yeah… that’s the thing…

NAC :: This was an unofficial request, unlike usual. Sir Finley has asked for a personal favor.

LUCAS :: However, can we solve this problem by ourselves? It’s a very difficult problem.

[A personal Request?]

LUCAS :: Yeah… yesterday, when we visited the Grosvenor family home….

[poorks]

Prompt time? How about a team of tomboy athletes slowly becoming pregnant milfs via whatever means you think are the kinkiest?

They aren't sure what came over them, but after their last match the entire team spent their victory taking turns on the cock of their water boy. Then again and again after practice.

It started when he started bringing what he claimed was "homemade gatorade" instead of water, serving it up happily to the thirsty girls for their electrolytes. They'd perform excellently, but still be so full of adrenaline that they had to take it out somewhere. There was no time to wait, no point in finding anyone else when their water boy and his perfectly good cock was right there.

It didn't take long, only a month or two, for little bellies to start showing on their toned and fit bodies. Bellies that never went away. No amount of exercise and practice could stop the swelling, the cravings. Some girls only experienced their belly swelling, but some also had their breasts, hips, or both balloon out with their bodies no matter what they tried.

When the first few ladies were discovered to be pregnant, the Coach was disappointed. When every girl turned out to be pregnant, they were flabbergasted. There was nothing to do but keep practicing, keep playing matches.

The heavier their bodies got, the harder playing became. They'd be left heaving, gasping for air while gripping their sore bodies. It felt so much better to stay in the locker room and ride the cock of the water boy. Some girls started neglecting practice, neglecting training, and let their bodies keep filling out. In the locker rooms they'd press their bellies or their tits together, comparing sizes. They never used to care about their bodies like this. Normally getting so heavy, so fat would have repulsed them. But the larger they all got, the more they seemed to enjoy the way they would bounce and jiggle, or the way their bellies shifted and moved if their bellies were properly rubbed.

On the day of the championship match, the girls were massive, likely near full term. Their star player had been panting particularly hard all day, feeling pains but saying nothing of it. After returning a serve, water trickled down her leg, but she insisted it was only sweat to keep playing. The pains fueled her to play hard.

They didn't win, but they still placed overall. Three more girls' water had broken by then and four more were starting to experience pains, and when they all accepted their trophy together their star player had a large bulge from a crowning head obvious in her shorts.

[feederheart]

CW: humiliation, degrading, weight gain.

Backyard.

How’s my pig doing today? You’ve hardly even moved this week at all; you only left the bed to get more food and use the restroom. It doesn’t look like you’ve done anything today, you're just laying there in the underwear you outgrew forty pounds ago. Your massive belly looks bigger than ever; it’s covering almost all of your thighs. Your legs are so fat that you’re showing signs of developing cankles. The fat on your forearms swings and jiggles as they perform the only activities you ever do all day, lifting up the remote and shoveling greasy, rich food in your mouth. Your breasts have been growing even larger, this right here is the largest bra you have and it looks ready to snap! Your massive ass is spread out like pancake batter on a griddle and it just keeps getting flabbier and softer the longer you sit on it.

You used to be a vibrant, bright, and brilliant girl. Honors student, varsity athlete, student government, blah blah, and it’s still incredibly shocking even looking at a before picture. What happened? Did you just snap one day?” Did you wake up and realize that you were miserable and that the only thing that brought you real happiness was food and being somebody’s fat pig? I can remember all of the shocked faces of your friends and family every time we visited and they noticed that your athletic body was becoming buried underneath mounds of fat. You didn’t seem to notice but you also started to come off as… more airheaded than usual. You were raised a very conservative girl but every time they saw you, you were wearing something skimpier, wearing more makeup and jewelry, and of course, had many more pounds of fat spilling out and over your clothes. Conversations with you often turn to the subject of food and how hungry you were. You used to be interested in aerospace engineering and physics but now all you seem to care about is how many fattening calories you can stuff down your throat.

I’m just glad that you’re happy. As a matter of fact, I’ve never seen you this happy before! Now that you are finally a borderline-immobile tub of lard who gets to eat all of her favorite foods. Your friends and family try and call you, send unsolicited advice, try to intervene on your behalf, and beg you to eat a salad but they don’t realize that you’re happy. If being a fat, happy pig is what you want then you should be able to get just that. 

However, you still need to get some exercise in. How about I grab your leash and walk you on all fours in the backyard for a few laps? It will just be long enough to keep your body strong enough to hold its extra quarter-ton of fat. You always love being walked around like a pet and don’t seem to mind much when the neighbors get a glimpse of you. Your friends even saw you once and were mystified. I know you’re comfortable but how about I bribe you? I’ll make you another peanut butter milkshake that you love so much, the one with enough calories to last several days. I love watching you gulp that down in minutes as if it were water. 

Glad to see that worked. I’ll go get the leash. Oh and by the way, the neighbor is having a party on his balcony, it would be a shame if they saw your massive jiggling ass slosh back and forth and your belly and breasts drag on the ground as I walk you around the yard. Maybe they won’t notice if we are quiet. How about I gag you before we go outside so that you stay quiet, I don’t want them to hear your moans and screams when I have my way with you. You, on the other hand, would love that, wouldn’t you fat whore?

I guess I’ll just be careful.

[imgonnafuckthetriangle]

I was thinking about how many different types of bra there are and how confusing it can be when youre first looking into them. I've never really seen anybody talk about these things on here, so here's a guide for anyone who may need it

Bralettes: Cute and very comfortable, but unsupportive. I wouldn't recommend them for anyone with C cups or up. They don't have underwires or padding, so they're more comfortable but provide less support

Racerbacks: Honestly the only ones I can personally wear at this point. Great for people with larger chests, people with active lifestyles, or those who deal with pressure-pain sensitivity. They distribute the weight more evenly across your shoulders and back than a lot of other bras.

Sports Bra: Bras designed specifically for exercise. They come in many of the standard shapes for bras. They're differentiated more by their material and support. They're designed to minimize bounce and provide high support to make exercise more comfortable. They're also often made of moisture-wicking materials to help keep you cool and prevent sweat rashes.

Push-Up Bra: Pretty much what it says on the tin. These are more uncomfortable than most other bras but they will give you AMAZING cleavage. They have padding in the cups of the bra which are placed at an angle, pushing your breasts up and together. They come in a wide range of sizes too. If you're looking for cleavage, a good push up bra will be your best friend.

T-Shirt Bra: Designed to be more form-fitting than other bras, so that the outline of the bra doesn't show under more skin-tight clothes.

Strapless Bra: People with C cups or larger, proceed with caution. Strapless bras are handy to have if you want to wear something strapless, or with a cut that would show your bra straps. However, they are notorious for slipping, particularly on people with larger chests. Honestly, ANYTHING strapless is risky with a larger chest. If you have a large chest, be mindful of your movements when wearing one and be careful not to stretch too much. It's very easy for a titty to pop out. Use caution.

Convertible Bra: A bra with removable and adjustable straps. The straps can be taken off to turn it into a strapless bra, or repositioned into another shape such as criss-cross or halter. Very adaptable, but heed the above warnings when using it as a strapless bra.

Halter Bra: A bra with one strap that goes around the neck, rather than two separate ones. Often worn under a halter dress or halter top.

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Glossary for The Kpop Workshop

There are some frequent pieces of terminology that you may find when perusing our catalog. For brevity’s sake, we shall describe them here, and you can always assume the same meaning as you read them below, unless specified otherwise. 

"Elasticity": Akin to "flexibility." High elasticity implies the ability to stretch. For our purposes, this refers most commonly to the capacity to accept insertions. "Increased elasticity" means larger insertions than expected are possible. (Related term below, "Plasticity")

“Mild bulking”: Over time, idols often lose progressively more mass (fat and muscle primarily) in response to societal shame culture and the demands of entertainment companies. Our clients generally have in mind a specific vision of their purchases which doesn’t match the most recent public appearance of the subject. Our natural bulking process involves the basics: eating and exercise.

"Plasticity": Refers to the degree to which something can return to its original shape. To have high plasticity is to be able to reform after an initial deform. The human body is particularly gifted in this aspect. It is a myth that a stretched orifice will remain stretched in perpetuity. In reality, a stretched orifice will almost always (barring physical injury/ailment) return to its original shape and tightness within a day or two at worst or minutes at best. Our preservative modifications make this process extraordinarily consistent and quick, but we are aware that the proclivities of many of our clients may not allow a subject's orifices the necessary time to reform properly. If this is the expectation, we have the ability to increase a subject's plasticity, making recover from temporary stretching even faster and, from harmful permanent stretching, possible.

“Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition”: We take great pride in our merchandise and want to make sure that purchases you make from us remain in tip-top condition for as long as possible. Our standard preservative modifications halt the physical aging process of the body, and make food consumption a non-necessity. This is a minimally invasive procedure which keeps a subject’s full body entirely intact.

“Very mild breast/glute augmentation”: Entertainment companies employ stylists who, more often than not, find temporary artificial methods by which to enhance the size or shape of certain body parts of idols. In the past, we found that clients would purchase a slave and find themselves immediately disappointed by the subject’s natural form. Wherever we find that a subject’s natural form does not meet the common perception of them as an idol, we make very slight modifications to make the reality closer to the expectation. This most often takes the form of artificial breast or glute augmentation for size or shape. We take great pride in our quality, however, so these augmentations are created by multiplying the subject’s natural cells in the area, rather than implanting foreign objects. Such augmentations are known to break down with time and need to be regenerated, but our preservative modifications make this quite the long process. We recommend returning for regeneration once every four to five years, depending on your preference.

[crazybulkireland]

How Long Does It Take to Build Muscle?

The process of building strong body muscles cannot happen overnight. However, when you have been exercising regularly for weeks but still don't show results, what's wrong? Don't worry, muscle formation does not happen instantly. How long does it take for muscles to form? Come on, find out the answer below!

Know the Muscle Building Process Skeletal muscles consist of myofibrils and sarcomeres like threads that form muscle fibers and are the basic units of contraction. The muscle building process begins when you train your muscles to do new exercises. For example, doing weight training with barbells, a series of push-ups, or running on a treadmill. These exercises will stress the muscles, as well as create micro "damage" to muscle cells and muscle fibers. The muscle "damage" will then stimulate the body to form protein. Later, muscle cells become larger than before. Depending on the amount of muscle "damage" due to the exercise performed, muscle cells will grow larger and stronger from a matter of days to weeks. Therefore, most experts argue and suggest not to continuously do the same muscle exercises. Then, muscle formation is also influenced by hormones. Insulin Growth Factor (IGF)-1, especially Mecho-Growth Factor (MGF) and testosterone, are the two most vital mechanisms that drive muscle formation. Strength training helps release more testosterone, and makes muscle cell receptors more sensitive to testosterone released by the body. In the first weeks you start training or switch to a new type of sport, your muscles will need to adapt. Therefore, do not be surprised when you first do a new exercise such as push-ups, after which you will feel your arms shaking. However, do not worry because you will start to get used to it when you do the same exercise continuously. How long does it take for the body to become muscular? Most beginners will feel muscles starting to form and muscle strength increasing within eight weeks of starting a new exercise or sport. This increase in muscle mass will be seen more quickly in muscles that have less fat mass. As the training time increases, muscle mass will increase and provide additional weight of 0.5-1 kg / month. This can of course be achieved with the right exercise and diet too. This achievement is slightly different from athletes or bodybuilders who can gain weight, because muscle mass increases by 2-3 kg. Although athletes or bodybuilders appear to have proportional bodies, their weight is actually greater than it looks.

Read More : Food for Bulking: Building Muscle Becomes Easy and Fast

Signs of Increase Muscle Here are some signs that your muscles are developing: Muscles feel tight and hard Muscles thicken so that they are more visible or create muscle lines Muscle strength increases Weight increases but the body looks slimmer

Tips to Speed ​​Up the Muscle Building Process These methods can be done to speed up the muscle building process: Train Your Muscles at Least 2 Times a Week You don't need to increase or add to your training portion to maximize muscle building. As long as muscle building exercises are done 2-3 times a week.

Consume Enough Protein The protein you eat will be the protein needed for muscle building and its recovery process. You are advised to consume 25-35 grams of protein at breakfast, lunch, and dinner to maximize muscle building. Sources of protein can be obtained from nuts or chicken breast.

Vary Your Exercise Portions Every 4-6 weeks, you need to vary your training. You don't need to change the type of training, but simply change the number of repetition variations of the training, duration of the training, rest time, and so on. However, it is best to avoid training more than four times per week so that the muscles have time to recover. Building muscle is not easy and not instant. The process of building muscle can also vary depending on the condition or training of each person.

[askjingrandet]

Jin I have a problem 😔 I went to the doctor for my chronic back pain and he diagnosed me with big breasts what do you think I should do?

Well that certainly could be a problem, you could always see if you can find somebody willing to offer you a hand or two with supporting them. I'm sure there a lots of guys who would be willing to volunteer for that kind of job.

If you want some more practical solutions my admin and I came up with several things you could try:

Make sure you get properly fitted for a bra, most women are wearing the wrong sized bra and a proper fit will help relieve some of the stress.

Try exercises that increase upper body muscle strength. A lot of strain is put on the muscles in your shoulders (and back) by larger breasts so making them stronger can't hurt.

Make sure to take care of and relax the muscles in your shoulders and upper/lower back. Massages from someone you love are a great way to do this, especially if you combine it with a massage oil that can help relax your muscles like peppermint.

Talk to your apothecary for recommendations on medicines you can take to help alleviate the back pain. Again something that has a muscle relaxer in its ingredients would be a good idea rather than just a standard pain killer.

Improve your posture, this is a self feeding problem. A larger chest can worsen your posture which in turn causes more muscle pain which then worsens your posture etc. I'm sure Sariel could help you out with ideas on how to work on your posture.

Talk to your Dr again and find out about the pros and cons of surgery. If it's really bad a reduction may be your best option but I've heard it can cause issues with breast feeding later on so that is something to keep in mind depending on your age and what you want out of life.

A heating pad or hot water bottle can help ease your muscles too, just be careful not to burn yourself.

We hope these help you out, or anybody who has this problem really and if anybody thinks of anything else anon, or anyone else, could try go ahead and leave a comment.

[femmefatalevibe]

This is super awkward and embarrassing to ask but do u have any workout tips and recommendations for someone who is not only overweight but has bigger breasts too? It's always super hard for me to workout because any exercise that I try, my breast keep bouncing and moving erratically lol. Bras don't help too. So doing exercise as a fat person is hard and gets me sweaty but then doing it with big breasts is another story. For example, if I'm doing jumping Jack's, it's uncomfortable and hurts because my chest is literally bouncing. Even with no jumping workouts, it's the same. Or when I'm doing planks or smth, my breasts are just literally hanging and it's super off putting. It's a shame becuase I've been trying to improve my health and lose weight but its super hard to do any real, effective exercises. The easy thing that's easy for me is walking but even running is super hard. Any tips?

I'm sorry if this is too long or personal. Thaknkyou!

Hi love! This is not too personal at all – I bet many women with your body type relate to this struggle. Glad that you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me about this dilemma.

*Huge disclaimer here: I'm a fairly petite person with smaller breasts, so my advice here is from what I've learned about personal styling/health & wellness over the years.*

I would say these are some helpful tips for working out in a larger body/with a bigger bust:

Make sure you have a VERY well-fitting sports bra for your workout sessions. A control top legging or bike short can also be helpful if you feel self-conscious when working out/to keep any rolls out of the way. Brands like Nike/Knix are known for their great options – have heard some women have success with some Target options as well for a more budget-friendly choice.

If possible, try swimming and aquatic exercises – they can lessen pressure on your joints and just make you feel like all over the place with a large chest.

Do more lying-down exercises: leg lifts/lateral leg lifts, leg raises, dead bugs, hip thrusts, bike crunches

Try standing exercises without jumping: squats, lunges, standing twists, squat crunches, dumbbell presses, overhead circles

Strengthen your core for better natural bust support/to lift & firm your breast tissue. Exercises that strengthen your diaphragm (the area right under your bust), upper back, and core to help alleviate some of the pain. Pushups, wall pushups, leg raises, chest presses, and front/side raises with dumbells are known to be potentially effective for reducing breast size/firming the area

Hope this helps xx

[moderndaycassandra]

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I step out of my shower, sopping wet, and reach for a towel. I gently dry myself off as the fog gently fades away off my mirror. The condensation slowly lifts, revealing the bottom of my mirror in full clarity and I see only my thighs in it. Significantly larger than last time, I quickly swipe the measuring tape off my desk and measure the circumference. Twenty-two inches, not very impressive but still a major improvement. With giddy excitement, I throw on my panties and the closest tank top then rush out to the kitchen, still soaking wet. My girlfriend is laying out ingredients for dinner, making sure we have what we need, when she catches me out of the corner of my eye. She sets down a bottle of spice and turns to face me.

"Hey you, what's up?"

Without saying anything, I turn to show off my thigh and tense the muscles. She walks up to me, and gently places a finger on my thigh before gently tracing my muscle up the leg, getting tantalizingly close to my crotch. I feel my heartbeat quicken as my cheeks flush. Her gaze lazily moves up my body and lingers on my breasts for just long enough to notice before continuing to make eye contact. No words are spoken, yet we have an entire conversation with just our eyes.

Your exercise is paying off. I bet you're excited.

Yes!

You deserve a reward for your hard work, beautiful.

Please! I bite my lip as the anticipation and excitement becomes too much to bear. Whatever she wants to do, I'm hers.

Her hand reaches up my thigh and over my panties where she begins to caress my genitals. With her other hand, she gently pushes me backwards against the wall, then plants it firmly on my tummy. Her fingertips slowly tease up my side, tickling my waist ever so gently as she gets to my breasts and cups one. Grasping and groping, she places a single finger on my nipple and begins to draw circles around my areola. My mind catches fire as I become overwhelmed with pleasure, deeply inhaling her aroma. She moves her hand from my breast around to my back where she holds me tight and closes in for a kiss. By this point, I can hardly control my own body as she takes the lead, giving me the sloppiest, most passionate make out of my life. She manages to take both my wrists in her hand and holds them behind me, pinning me in place. After a while, not nearly long enough, she breaks the kiss and stares me in the eyes.

"There will be more later." She winks, gives my ass a squeeze, then releases her grip and goes to wash her hands before resuming what she was doing like nothing had happened.

It only lasted a minute, maybe two, but it was nowhere near long enough. I felt dizzy as my brain tries to reboot, standing there against the wall. I can't think of anything except her, and can only fantasize about what she meant. I don't even know how long I stood there before I finally snapped back to reality. Still only wearing displaced panties and a now-wrinkled tank top, I gather enough thought to go back into my room and dry off properly.