#embarrassed

[vanillayoteart]

Paw-Dial

Hahaha you ever accidentally facetime your grandparents after not seeing them for your entire transition into a wolf?  ... just Grace, huh? Something for gracewolfing 

[classycookiexo]

[witchtaunter]

All wrapped up. No idea where to go from here tho. Commission for joKen.

[hotwife-fling]

[daz-zey]

Ya’ll… lol… why am I not surprised? 😭😭 they’re all on social media. If not, they might have family, friends or even the squid game staff sending them things.

I can only imagine the group chats and stuff. LMAO… 🫡

[counselor2017]

This is what happens when you tip the canoe on the second day of your week long canoe trip... Luckily they were able to rescue the group gear, but all his clothes had sunk straight to the bottom. He had still had the clothes on his body, but he was convinced by the rest of the group to take them off and let them dry.

"Wet clothes = hypothermia! You have to remove everything. It's just for safety! You'll dry off faster and you'll be warmer!" His buddies said with a smirk.

So here he was, butt ass naked with his cock out for all to see paddling a canoe. Imagine his surprise and blush when they finally got to their next campsite and his only remaining clothes had somehow disappeared!!

The good-natured teasing about his cock and balls would soon lead to playful touching and then even more when his erection became the center of attention.

This was going to be a very different "Boy's Trip...."

[digitalsimpsonspark]

CW: suggestive dialogue.

I love flanjoys so much I just think they'd be cute together OURGHH

[counselor2017]

All he had seen was the sign for a "Free Massage" while walking through the festival. He had been feeling sore for the past few days and thought a massage was just the thing he needed.

But when the Masseur had still asked him to disrobe in the middle of the crowded area he was a little taken aback.

But the Masseur was persuasive and had guided him towards a privacy screen where he could disrobe and wrap a towel around himself.

Imagine his embarrassment when the towel was removed completely while he was lying in full view of all the Festival Goers a few minutes later!?!

And his embarrassment would only grow with every inch that his dick grew. Which everyone would see once he was asked to turn over...

[sara-the-wizard]

Out of the Blue... Part 9

Look at that, the whole gangs here!

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[cloudcastor]

a normal night out

[sn0rl0]

LATE NIGHT GALE POSTING

[james-kojirou]

James is KAWAII 🧸🌸

[poop-your-baby-out]

Overeager Volunteer

In the midst of the bustling, crowded waiting area, she found herself half-squatting, her legs bent at awkward angles as she tried to manage the pressure building inside her. Her bare, taut belly jutted out, heavy and straining, the skin stretched to a sheen. She pressed one hand against the swell, almost as if she could will the contents within to stay put, while the other rubbed circles on her belly, a desperate, nervous motion as she blew short, forceful breaths. Her eyes were wide, alert, and darting, as she silently begged for privacy.

But privacy was a luxury she wasn't granted. A male volunteer, clad in a slightly too-cheerful expression, ambled over to her, oblivious to her struggle. She caught his approach out of the corner of her eye and stifled a groan, her belly tightening under her hands. He stepped closer, offering words of gentle encouragement, thinking she was merely dealing with contractions. "You're doing great," he said, almost too brightly, his hand reaching out to pat her belly, to soothe what he thought was labor pains.

She didn't dare speak, didn't dare let even the faintest hint of a grunt slip. Her face flushed, but she tried to stay composed, focusing on breathing, on keeping the wide, hard stool lodged within her rectum from emerging right there. She blew in his face—quick, sharp bursts that she hoped would send a signal, but he didn’t pick up on it. His eyes stayed on hers, not a trace of understanding crossing his features as she strained to maintain control.

She felt it then, the stool widening inside her, the pressure unrelenting. She had been holding back for so long, and her belly ached from the effort. Sweat beaded along her hairline, her breaths shallow and fast, but the urge was too powerful. It built and built, until she realized she had no choice. She made the decision then, a final, inevitable concession to the sheer physicality of it, and she fixed her eyes on his, locking him in a dead-on stare. If she was going to do this, she would make sure he knew.

Her face tightened, the right side just slightly different, a familiar twist she’d come to live with after Bell’s palsy. Her lips curled, her brow furrowing as her whole body leaned into the push. She gave a low, deep grunt, the kind that left no room for interpretation—a sound that came from deep within, unmistakable and raw. There was no mistaking what she was doing, and yet, he didn’t get it. She saw the flicker of confusion, the puzzled amusement crossing his face as she strained, her eyes wide and determined. The sound escaped her, a groan that seemed to echo in the tiny, shrinking space between them.

He rubbed her belly still, oblivious, commenting on how cute her expressions were. “You’ve got such a funny little face when you’re pushing,” he chuckled, still thinking she was just enduring labor. But the reality was so much more humiliating, and she could feel the wide, hard stool pressing out, inching past her control. The grunt deepened, and she bore down, her legs trembling as she committed to the effort. She could sense the widening stool stretching her, and she had no choice but to push, her focus unbroken from his bemused gaze.

As she strained, her cheeks puffing, the right side of her face tugging just slightly differently, the volunteer’s smile faltered. It dawned on him that this wasn’t the graceful, demure effort he had expected. She was pushing something entirely different, and there was no hiding it now. But even then, he couldn’t resist a lighthearted comment, as if to deflect his growing discomfort. “Wow, you really are working hard, huh?” he said, his voice softer, but still missing the mark.

She heard the words, and for a brief moment, she wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything other than push out this unbearably wide, hard stool in front of him. But there was no stopping it now, and she felt the pressure crest, felt it slowly, inexorably coming out, stretching her rectum, making her legs shake with the effort. Her belly pressed out, the skin slick with sweat, and she locked eyes with him again, daring him to look away as she gave another guttural push. It was happening, right there in front of him, and there was no mistaking the strain on her face, the deep grunt, the slow, inching movement of something solid and unyielding making its way out.

The volunteer’s expression shifted to one of reluctant realization, but he didn’t pull his hand away from her belly. He kept rubbing, still unsure of what to say, his own discomfort starting to show. “You’re… uh, really giving it your all,” he muttered, as if grasping for something to say that wouldn’t make this more awkward. But her eyes never left his, even as she felt the hardest part of the stool finally breach, pushing against her, a deep, embarrassing release she couldn’t hold back any longer.

[counselor2017]

They thought it was funny. Playing a game of Strip Football. It kept them loose and the camaraderie high. That is... until their Coach caught them one day. And agreed with their sentiment.

They were so embarrassed. All they could do was stutter and cover their growing cocks. But the Coach definitely agreed that they should continue as they were.

In fact, he agreed so much that he now required them to be naked at every practice! And it didn't matter if the Cheerleading Team, the Track Team, and the Marching Band were also practicing on the field at the same time. Their cocks were no longer private.

The Coach wanted them loose, he wanted them close, and he wanted them naked. And if the rest of the University happened to see them too then oh well. Maybe he can convince the Board to let them play their games naked too!

[minmos]