His hands are rough and masculine as he runs his hands along the soft swell of your hanging tits and it tears your mind in two. One part of you wants to rebel, to run, but you've struggled against the restraints holding the stubs that used to be your arms and legs still and you know that all it does is give you bruises. The other part of you, the part that's been broken down and trained, the part of you that grows stronger and louder every day, wants to arch your back and push your chest more firmly into his grip. He can see the conflict on your face and in the furrow of your brow and he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.
His hand suddenly clamps down on your tit, squeezing it hard. Milk spurts from your sensitive, swollen nipple, splattering against the ground. "You aren't thinking about running away again, are you? Don't tell me you've forgotten what happened last time. I didn't want to reduce you into a stumpy torso. You did that." His hand slides down the side of your breast, groaning softly as he gets closer to your nipple. He pinches it and pulls, more milk gushing from it. "God, look at you. You've come so far. Can you remember how small you used to be? Daddy helped you, didn't he? He made you big. He made you soft. He made you productive." His hand slips away from your breast, letting it hang once more, letting you feel the immense weight pulling down. "You're coming along so nicely. Just a few more inches and you'll be ready to breed. I know how much you hate those shots, but I promise they'll stop once you're carrying my child." The warmth of his breath as he kisses your forehead is strangely comforting, a kind of comfort that worries you, knowing that you're starting to adapt to this horrid situation.
He smiles as he tilts your chin up to look at him. "You've become such a good pair of udders, but we're not done yet. No, you have so much more to grow." You shudder instinctively as he reaches behind him and grabs one of the suction pumps of the automated milker. His eyes widen for a moment before chuckling again. "I know, udders. It'll warm up as it goes and I'll be able to afford a heated one soon. Just keep making milk and Daddy will keep taking care of you. That's what udders are supposed to do."
im on a bit of a break right now but i just have to say this is like the sexiest thing ever written holy shit pleeeaaaaaseee
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the pain after training shoulders at the gym is worse than any other 馃槶
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Finally tuned into the jr womens free skate stream for the final group and Mark is talking about someone attempting a quad why why why are we still doing this
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The Ice Prince himself, world 锟硷考锟硷考锟糿umber 2 (thanks to Atem) in Men鈥檚 Singles skating
A brief outline of the au can be found here!
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Oda Nobunari / FS 'Princess Mononoke' / 2022 Osaka Prefectural National Selection
photo by Ueyama Junichi and Kaizuka Taichi
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The Rockets by Craig Sanders
Via Flickr:
For a few years in the 1970s the Rock Island Railroad operated a pair of passengers trains from Chicago that served downstate Illinois points. Both trains received some funding from the state. Both trains featured Rocket in their names although neither was much of a speedster given the countless slow orders imposed on their routes. At left is the Peoria Rocket sitting next to the Quad Cities Rocket. Both trains made their final runs on the last night of 1978. The image was made at LaSalle Street Station in Chicago.
June 25, 1977
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Havent had time to draw recently but heres some recents!
Quad Hiccup
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