#egg!anon

[hellsitegenetics]

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[jesuistrestriste]

girl you're literally the best writer here. Please please pleaaaaaaase can you do a part 2 of fwb Art who gets attached to you quickly 🛐 I'M BEGGING YOU

< pt 2 to this >

well.

you caved.

goddamnit, you caved quick too.

as soon as those tears spilled down his cheeks and into the crook of your neck, it was over. you wonder if maybe he weaponized his emotions a little to get you to stay, but it doesn’t really matter now, does it?

you did as he begged for you to do; you stayed the night with him. you expected that maybe he would try to have sex with you again, but it never happened.

as soon as you agreed to not go back to your own bed, he pressed kisses over your neck and held you tight. he gave you one of his loose stanford tennis tees and a pair of his boxers for you to sleep in, and then he coaxed you under the sheets. no grinding, no handsy touches, nothing.

he just laid there with you, breathing softly and comfortably as he rested his head on your chest, and fell asleep. you stared at the ceiling for most of the night just thinking ‘what the hell have i just gotten myself into’. if only you’d had the strength to refuse him before, because now you could tell he was in it.

bad.

you wake up in the morning after a night of inner turmoil and feel a comfortable weight behind you. a ghost of warmth pressed up against your back, and oh god, he’s spooning you. his arms are wrapped around your torso and his legs are tangled with yours.

you try to very quietly shift out of his hold, grabbing onto the side of his bed and pulling yourself towards it, but he just whines softly in his sleep and then tugs you right back flush to his chest. you sigh. you cave again, and let him keep you.

the both of you stay that way for another thirty minutes before art nuzzles into your shoulder and starts to stir. he presses three kisses to your neck as he sits up, and then gazes lazily down at you with lidded eyes as he takes in the sight of your features in the sunlight creeping through his blinds.

he’s only ever seen you in the dark; after parties and in response to your 1 AM bootycalls. how could he have ever gone this long without seeing you like this? the way your skin shines, the depth of the color in your irises, the little crevices and dips in your nose and cheeks and chin that make you look like you were lovingly sculpted by the hands of an artist. like you were someone’s muse.

you can see it in the way he looks down to you.

there’s going to be absolutely no (easy) way to get out of whatever you just started with him. one night changed everything. at least in his mind, you were sure of it.

he reaches a hand up and brushes his thumb over your lips, studying you before he knows you’ll turn away.

and then his lips are pressing down to yours. a soft, sweet, tender gesture that says so much more than you necessarily want from him. he only pulls back to whisper one thing, his eyes holding the same—almost nervous—vulnerability that they had the night before when he had weeped a plea into your frame.

“so..” he chews the inside of his cheek, “can i make you breakfast..?”

…

oh boy.

[pregmothy]

If you’re a slime puppy does that mean that your body is translucent? If someone were to cum inside you would everyone see? Would you grow slime eggs in your little slime puppy womb and have to walk around with everyone seeing your eggs jostling around inside you?

Horniness aside, that was a super cute doggo oc you drew a while back. You should draw more often you have a cute style :3

lol yes (^///^) nothing is hidden when puppy's womb is full ❤

[merakiui]

Stitch event

Floyd desperately humping you cause you canny get the clothes off, teasing you, thrusting as hard as possible just hoping they rip and he can get inside you already

You get back to NRC after so long of that?

You and Floyd aren’t seen for at least a week.

Sincerely,

Mer Eggs Anon

Omg yes,,, you have to make up for all the time you lost while trapped on the island in those magic clothes. It's such a relief to finally be able to take clothes off and fuck skin to skin. Floyd probably tears up when he finally fucks into you for the first time in what feels like forever. He's just so happy to finally be inside Shrimpy and there aren't any clothes in the way!!

Going at it all week long, disregarding everything that might get in the way of your alone time. As much as Floyd enjoys dry humping, he is avoiding it for the rest of the month because it became so old and boring doing it so often on the island. T_T he's sick of it!!!!

Aaaa but maybe (since it's summer break when the cast is whisked away to the island) Floyd decides to bring you back to the Coral Sea with him. The waters will be warmer and the sun will be shining,,, a perfect getaway to spend fucking in the sunny shallows or at the bottom of the sea. <3 it also gives him the chance to introduce you to his parents, who are just dying to meet you!

[themuppetarchives]

I hope you're as interested in know wtf he means by a breeding kink. Bc he hates women but has a breeding kink? It makes no sense to me and he has been routinely ignoring my questions.

I -

Out of all of the madness here, from the monumental amount of irrationality around you...it is The Muppet Joker's breeding kink that you take issue with?

This is your breaking point? Allow me to be the one to tell you, if this is your line, you are not prepared for the true depths of the world you've found yourself in.

I assume he's ignoring your questions because the answers are obvious. A breeding kink is in no way obligatorily associated with womanhood or femininity in any way. It can be, but it doesn't need to be to work. Divorce yourself from the idea that pregnancy and the associated processes are intrinsic to any given gender or sexual expression.

Outside of that...is. Is the fact that the breeding kink is specific to a Muppet (Kermit) just...irrelevant to you? Would this make more sense to you if Kermit was some sort of...cisgender female puppet? Then the breeding kink would be perfectly sensible?

This has broken me.

He wants to breed the puppet, anon. He wants to cum in the puppet and make half Joker half Muppet spawn. He doesn't want to breed a woman.

He wants to breed Kermit the Frog.

It's not that complicated. Get out of my sight.

[neonjawbone]

I don't know how else to say it, but

The Mortarion images you did with him and Perturabo exude *intense* egg vibes, like

Two months until cracking levels of egg

I just had to say it

girl mortarion in a choker is what james workshop DOESNT want you to see

[dailypepito]

I love you thank you

[96] love u too :)

[redyrmes]

a first design for the little lad i forgot to post here

[fatguarddog]

tentacles that want to fatten up their prey, so they can carry their eggs more effectively. getting caught by them when you're separated from your friends during a hike. pulled into a grove of them, surrounding you and ripping through your clothes like they're nothing. Soon there's one in your mouth, and your hole. filling and filling either end. More spring up to massage your steadily growing belly, then the liquid they're pouring into your cunt gets thicker. Laced with pheromones and aphrodisiac to make your body into exactly what it needs. Your weight begins to balloon as it dumps hot calorie-laden nectar down your throat, belly softening, hips widening, and breasts rounding out. It feels so good, your mind is getting hazier and fuzzier, any concern about getting so big fades away with the wonderful feeling of having your belly slosh with sweet sweet nectar. when your chest starts to leak a sweet thick milk that's when they dump heavy eggs into your body, filling your belly more and more, ad topping them off with a thick ribbed plug. They massage your bulging fat gut, and squeeze your engorged tits for a few minutes more before retreating back into the foliage. They let you go, you feel so big and heavy and bubbly its hard to move. You can only lay on your jiggly sloshy belly and watch your tits leak sweet cream. Eventually your friends find you dumbed down, blissed out, with a heavily fertilized plump gut

🪞

Oof, sounds like a delight ❤️

Having your friends help you waddle your way back home where you get comfortable with your new body, becoming lazy and eating more and more to take care of the growing eggs inside of you making you bigger and fatter by the day

When the time finally comes to lay them, your tits spout sweet nectar as you rest yourself in the bath tub, letting small tentacle beasts wriggle their way free from you in ecstasy, letting them lap up that nectar from your tits to get the strength they need to grow. Your body stays perfectly plumped up by the dense nectar and your new eating habits as your tentacle brood slithers away down the drains, eager to reach their full potential and gift others in the way you were once gifted... and you wonder if you should go on another hike if you can make the journey

[squuote]

okay I know we are all So Excited about the TSPUD Collector's Edition Stanlurine and Jim button but what about the Cow's egg. where's the cow's egg. I was promised a cow's egg with my sequel collector's edition.

(I'm sorry if this seems extremely random, the context is the TSP2 sequel video)

no cow's egg unfortunately. providing an alternative. its already hatched tho

[mysticmonkie]

Egg anon back at it again

Absolutely love the interpretation you got for R&S

Something about Savage being described as a Feral husk is so funny to me

You know that one image of the person rearing their kids with baby leashes? That’s the vibe I get/pos

EGG ANON that's it that's your name now-

Well you definitely make the idea of Savage being a husk of sorts a lot less morbid than I imagined it!

This is pretty accurate, too, though

[peachplums]

What about soft shell eggs that throb and pulse inside you until they touch air, so when you need to birth them, they throb inside you, then when they crown they harden, effectively plugging you and making it harder to push?

Not the kind of language im into w this but transforming eggs sound so cool actually. I was just telling my girlfriend im not so into hardshell and this may have just changed my mind- And the pulsing inside ohmygodddd

[turtletoads]

consider. transfem gohan?

considering............

[merakiui]

SINCE WE ARE ON THE TOPIC OF BEASTWOMEN!

Cats can have multiple baby daddies in the same litter

Might I propose that old housewarden gangbang pregnancy prompt with a catgirl so there isn’t just one baby daddy, there is a chance all of them could be a father as a result

(Also octatrio gangbang with catgirl cause I am fish simp and want my boys)

Sincerely,

Mer Eggs Anon.

AAAAAAA THE INFAMOUS HOUSEWARDEN GANGBANG. 👁 👁 omg with a catgirl as well....... mer eggs anon, you are cooking!!!! And the fact that cats can have such big litters. Truly an ideal situation for the Housewardens. Hehe maybe your very first litter consists of seven babies, one for each Housewarden father. >:D while they're all arguing over who's the father and trying to one-up each other in terms of help and taking responsibility, you're snuggling on a soft bed with a round belly.

I think they would all dote on you in their own way, but Idia is particularly suffocating because he has a weakness for cats and you're a catgirl. You even purr and nuzzle his hand when he scratches behind your ear,,, maybe being a father isn't so bad if it's with you. <3 he is not immune to the catgirl charm.

Omg and gangbang with Octa....... maybe you're a stray catgirl who doesn't actually attend classes; you're just living on campus because there's food and shelter (unbeknownst to Crowley, of course). And three scummy fish just happen to find you when you're in heat. :)

[kalamity-jayne]

Sorry for asking but I am a cis male teenager (well, I thought I was.) but lately I have realized I think I might be a trans girl? I am very scared to drop my masculinity. How did you find out you were trans if that’s okay to ask?

Of course it's ok! I am always happy to help someone who is questioning their gender. However, this is actually a pretty loaded question, because while there is a lot of talk about "when my egg cracked" in trans circles, figuring out you're trans isn't always attributable to any one singular event. Some folks might crack through and emerge from their egg in one swift motion but that is not true for everyone, it certainly wasn't true for me. Sure I could tell about the moment the first crack in my shell appeared, but a single crack in the egg is a far cry from actually breaking out. For many it's a process that can involve a series of revelations and tends to require lots of self reflection and learning how to love yourself. So, there is no quick and easy answer for this. However, I think my story will have a number of different lessons relevant to your question.

Before getting into all that though, I feel I must point out that cisgender folks rarely ask themselves these kinds of questions and when they do entertain these thoughts it's brief and comes with very little agony. The fact you have gone so far as to reach out to trans woman for advice, the fact the you are clearly worried by the prospect of being trans, is a pretty clear indicator that you probably are trans. Regardless of whether you actually are transgender or not, I want you to know that either way, it's ok. You will be ok, no matter what conclusions you come to.

Now, the story of how I figured out I was trans. Bear in mind, the first “aha moment” was 20 yrs ago and things were very different back then. I was about 17yrs old at the time and the term transgender didn't have the currency then that it does now, there wasn't the robust set of terminology that we have today, there were far fewer resources to turn to, no social media, and the overall public opinion was significantly more hostile towards anything LGBT. Anyway, more below the cut.

I didn't follow the typical trans narrative of the time in the sense that, as a child I didn't really care about my clothes so long as my favorite cartoon characters were on 'em, I liked toys typically marketed towards boys, I looked like a boy and everyone referred to me as a boy. So I thought I was a boy. However, I do have a vague memory from early childhood, somewhere between the ages of 4-6, of sneaking into my mother’s room and stealing a pair of her satin underwear and trying it on (it surely would have been too big on me but I remember liking the texture of the fabric) and hiding it under my bed. This memory has since been confirmed during my adulthood by my brother who shared a room with me at the time and had apparently found the hidden stash.

From an early age I was explicitly shunted towards masculinity. I was regularly told to “stop acting like a girl,” and “quit crying like a girl,” and even at one point to “stop walking like a girl,” by my peers and one of my brothers. By the time I was a teenager I was doing my best to be as masculine as possible going so far as joining the highschool wrestling team, a sport that is as homophobic as it is homoerotic, and I hated every minute of it because being manly didn't feel natural to me (and it definitely didn't stop the bullying). It felt like I was trying to ice skate uphill. I fit in but only imperfectly for I was merely acting.

I was also very confused about my sexuality. I thought maybe I was gay or bisexual (turns out the latter) but that didn’t really explain what I was feeling. Around 17yrs old I got curious about transsexuals, thinking maybe the answers would be found there and hoped on to the early and oh so clunky internet. Now I knew of transsexuals conceptually but I didn't know anything about them. Sadly, pornography was really the only reliable way to actually see what a trans body looked like back then. I was stunned because the women I saw did not look at all the way I expected. I was blown away by how so many of them, genitalia aside, looked indistinguishable from cisgender women. And they were all absurdly beautiful. I felt an immediate attraction but there was something else I felt too, envy. And that realization was the first crack in my eggshell.

After that I couldn't get the thought of crossdressing out of my head. So, I dug through a box of my mother's old clothes and took a few items she no longer wore, an old white tennis skirt and a very very 70s sleeveless orange blouse. I was so comfortable in those clothes and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt good, really good. So, I continued exploring, shaved off all of of my body hair, went to department stores that were open late at night to buy girl clothes (deathly afraid someone would recognize me), I would stay up late at night to watch HBO because at midnight they would occasionally air stuff about trans people, (I remember two documentary shorts in particular and the movie Soldier’s Girl) and I scoured the internet for more information. The internet search brought me to a website called TG list (at least I think that’s what it was called, this was 20yrs ago after all) which was a directory of resources ranging from The Breast Form Store (which still exists!), a myriad of gender identity quizzes (I took nearly every single one), and Susan’s Place.

Susan’s place was one of the few reliable places to hear from actual transgender adults. Unfortunately, while Susan's Place had a lot of useful information the forums there were full of horror stories, a never-ending supply of all the things those women had suffered. So needless to say, there was little to no positivity around transness to give me hope. I was afraid to call myself trans as a result, afraid of what it meant for my life, my future, and my physical safety (you have to remember that back then Mathew Shepard wasn’t old news, his tragedy was practically current events). So I called myself a crossdresser but for reasons I didn't understand at the time I deeply resented that label. I think deep down, no matter how much I tried to deny it and bury it, a part of knew I wanted to be a girl. So when I came out to my parents as a crossdresser and explicitly told them I wasn't trans, that I didn’t have any desire to transition to female, there was that lil voice at the back of my mind calling me a liar. That voice would follow me until my late 20s.

Coming out was a real struggle for me because not only did I think my life would literally be in jeopardy, I thought everyone would think I was making it up, having not followed the stereotypical models of transsexuality. When I came out to my parents they didn't disown me or anything but they were noticeably uncomfortable around me when I was in girl mode. At a certain point I needed their help (credit card) to buy a gaff for tucking and that was when my parents, out of a misguided desire to protect me, pushed me back into the egg. Because of their rejection I spent the rest of highschool and most of my college years trying to hold the egg together with even more denial and by doubling down on masculinity. While I did have some fun during my college years, on balance I was miserable and depressed. I chafed at my male costume and I knew I was lying to myself the entire time, and I hurt myself a great deal.

During my senior year of college I started privately dabbling with crossdressing again, the desire had been nagging at me incessantly. A short time after graduating I met my wife who accepted that side of me and she introduced me to the BDSM/kink community, and the overall culture of nonjudgmental acceptance there cracked the egg for good, because is provided spaces besides my own room where I felt safe being a girl. From that point on I slowly but surely came out of the egg, first calling myself a crossdresser, then genderfluid for awhile, then GENDA passed in NY making me an explicitly protected class and for the next 2 yrs I presented as a they/them genderqueer woman 100% full time without HRT (I was still reluctant to call myself a woman).

I wrestled a long time with the choice to go on HRT. Ultimately that was always a big stumbling block for me. Therapy had gotten me pretty far but I was still afraid of so much and was unsure I would be happy with the changes because my parents had initially rejected me as their daughter in very paternalistic fashion I struggled to trust my own instincts. I still struggle with that sometimes. Eventually, I befriended a trans woman in my neighborhood who pointed out HRT works very slowly and that it takes a long time for any permanent changes to take root. So, she suggested I give it a try and if it didn't feel right I could stop.

I was also taking gender identity quizzes again. Now most of these claim to be diagnostic and those ones a generally misogynistic garbage (they ask stupid questions like, “are you good at math?” and assign a gendered value to the answer) but I happened upon one that started with the disclaimer that it wasn't diagnostic and instead only offered questions that are good to think with. Two questions in particular were very helpful. The first asked, "If you could take a pill that would allow you to wake up tomorrow as a girl, would you take it?" My answer was a hesitant yes, but that yes was bolstered by the next question, "If you could take a pill that would allow you to wake up as a man, in your current body, but without any dysphoria or desires to be feminine, would you take it?" My answer was an emphatic no because that would have felt like killing an important part of myself off. I then at the age of 33yrs old started HRT and 4yrs in I am incredibly happy. That was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Now, I know that was a lot of fucking text to read but I wrote all of that because I know the prospect of maybe being a trans girl feels scary to you right now but I want to assure you that as daunting as it may seem there is so much about being a trans woman that is full of beauty and joy. I love my trans womanhood and despite the hardships, I wouldn’t give it up for anything. In fact the opposite is true. Knowing what I know now, I would give up almost everything in order to be a woman. So if you feel like you want to give girlhood a try, do it! You can take small incremental steps and you can always stop if it doesn’t feel right, either way you will gain a degree of self knowledge most cisgender people lack completely and that is absolutely priceless! Plus, unlike me when I was a teen, there’s all kinds of resources and information available to you now and an entire community of people ready to help you, and unlike the women in the forums from my past, we aren’t all gloom and doom.

As for your fear of giving up masculinity, don’t let that fear lure you into the denial trap like it did me. Denial is like quicksand, once you’re in it becomes hard to get out, the more you struggle the deeper in you go and it is so very suffocating. And the thing is, you actually don’t have to give it all up. Back when I was presenting full time as woman without HRT, I felt like I had to be ultra feminine all the time, full face of make-up, dress, heels, the whole nine yards. Now that I’m 4 yrs in with HRT I don’t feel that pressure anymore and have since reclaimed certain aspects of masculinity I actually liked. I sill like presenting high femme from time to time but these days I mostly rock a soft butch aesthetic, flannel/t-shirt, jeans and the only makeup I wear daily is just a lil bit of blush. At certain point you become comfortable and realize that gender is just a sandbox to play in and experiment. Masculine and Feminine are just concepts, they aren’t real! so regardless of being cis or trans, don’t let those mere concepts box you in! Just do what feels natural and right to you!

I hope all of that was helpful to you anon, and that at the very least you walk away from this knowing you don’t have to have all of the answers about yourself right now. Now, I don't no the particulars of your situation, so I’m happy to speak with you further if you have follow up questions, just send another anon.

Best of luck to you anon, I am rooting for you!

Big hugs,

Mother Calamity

[shanastoryteller]

You know that scene in deathly hallows where everyone polyjuices as Harry? Why didn’t they just stick the invisibility cloak on him and put him on a train/thestral or sth lmao like seems much smarter than the whole let’s confuse the death eaters shindig lol. sorry I just had to share that bc I was rewatching deathly hallows and the thought wouldn’t leave me alone rip

Personally I'm not over the fact that they just didn't fucking. Accio or wingardium leviosa the golden egg in the first task