#so imagine how thrilled I was about reading some of the tf comics

[steelthroat]

One thing that surprises me is that there are countless fanon and canon ways that explain how new transformers are born, no one decided to steal the "build-a-baby" idea from the Robots(2005) movie.

Seriously, are you telling me that mpreg is a canonically better idea than that one???

[shepherds-of-haven]

Hope you had a fun week !! I was curious how would a trip to the amusement park go for the shepherds?

Thank you so much, it was literally one of the best trips I've ever gone on! :) And ooh, great question! Can you imagine all of the Shepherds going to an amusement park together?? The chaos... 🎠🎡

Blade: amusement parks are probably a bit too loud, crowded, and chaotic for him to be really gung-ho about, but he'd go! He probably wouldn't say too much but would patiently and long-sufferingly go on every ride everyone else wanted to go on... but he's not easily impressed, so you'd go on an intense rollercoaster and glance back and his face would be like 😐 gfldgjfdlg but then once night fell and you got him into one of those haunted houses, he'd get really tense and probably end up punching some poor carnival worker through the mirror maze!

Trouble: amusement parks are HIS JAM, I think he'd go to one on a first date if he could! He'd want to hit up all the most thrilling and intense roller coasters, eat all of the most indulgent, greasiest food, and play all of the carnival games! He 100% would love to show off his skills at those shooting games and win everyone fat prizes. By the time it was time to head back, he'd probably pass tf out in the backseat or on the train home from all of the sugar he inhaled, but he'd be having a grand old time all day!

Tallys: she's Not About that amusement park life, but she'd go along just to please everyone else! I think she'd mostly just be chilling in the under the umbrella of a shaded table in her sunglasses, reading a book or watching everyone else go on the coasters or taking pictures for them (totally of her own accord)! If she's in a more festive mood, I think she'd go for the calmer, chiller rides, like the "It's a Small World"-style boat rides or perhaps renting a tandem bike, something like that!

Shery: she'd be the person who brought a big backpack full of snacks and water and first-aid stuff for everyone else, because she knows Blade is going to need sunscreen but won't bring it on his person himself, and Trouble is going to need water after he almost throws up from the inevitable funnel-cake eating contest with Ayla and Red, and etc.! She'd wear a big sun hat and look very cute, and would be drawn to all the cute stuff at the amusement park, like taking a selfie with the big mascots and the princesses and etc.! She would definitely not want to go on any coasters or intense rides, but she'd be happy to watch on the sidelines with Tallys!

idk why i put that particular gif glfjgldfjgfd i just remembered amagi brilliant park and it made me laugh

Riel: he thinks amusement parks are unsanitary cesspits for howling ape children and plebs, so it would take a LOT of convincing for anyone to get him to go in lieu of just, like, staying home and working. If he were persuaded to go, he would come wearing shades, gloves, and most likely a dramatic scarf or hat, would refuse to touch anything without sanitizing it first, wouldn't sit unless he could perch on his handkerchief, and definitely wouldn't go on any rides, citing horrific accident and injury statistics anytime Trouble called him a baby for not going on the Steel Vengeance: Devil's Thunder 365 ride. He might nibble on some food or annoy some psychics or those carnival barker people who guess your weight or something, though!

Chase: oh boy, if you think his normal energy is high, wait until you see his Amusement Park Energy! He's all over the place, serving as the group's enthusiastic tour guide except he has no idea where he's going and is just picking sights and locations at random, easily distracted by any loud color, sight, or sound that passes his way. He is having a GRAND old time! You have to keep a close eye on him, though, because he might be slipping stray treats off of stalls and turning up with a whole smorgasbord in his hands, conning surly stall workers out of their stuffed animals and passing them to kids on the sly, pretending that his seatbelt isn't working on the worst ride possible just to freak the other passengers out, or pretending to lean and go "whoaaaaa!" against the Ferris Wheel cart just to aggravate Riel's vertigo and Red's panic instinct. He is also definitely the one playing 'matchmaker' and pairing people off to go through the haunted house together, ostensibly also to troll and maximize the memories/drama. It's chaotic but he's the life of the party and everyone is having a great time!

Halek: he's content to just chill and let everyone else have a raucous time. He is particularly interested in the amusement park food and can be found slouched on various benches around the park eating an ice cream cone or slowly chewing a soft pretzel while keeping one hand up to keep the sun out of his eyes. Comically, he has also been found with his overly-tall body slumped over one of the horses on the carousel and crammed into a tiny kid's roller coaster, which is just a scream for everyone else. No explanation for why he felt compelled to ride the Dumbo ride, he just wanted to feel the breeze in his hair!

Red: he is just vibing, looking forward to having a corndog, maybe some shaved ice or cotton candy: basically the normal amusement park experience! He's the type of person to actively collect all of the park brochures and maps, plan out the most efficient route, have an exact itinerary with the best ride times and accounting for lines and rushes... but for the benefit of the group, he could take or leave really any of the rides! He's most interested in the visual displays, like shows, plays, parades, exhibits, and fireworks displays!

Ayla: she's an adrenaline junkie, so she's racing Trouble to get to all of the most extreme rides and screaming her lungs out on the steepest drops and scariest roller coasters. She doesn't have time for any of the sissy stuff, she wants THRILLS! She's the type to be really impatient and want to either cut in line or complain loudly when other people either cut or dawdle. She can get so focused on the next ride that she'll barrel through a mascot, bowl over a princess, or even run through a pack of unsuspecting children!

Briony: she's extremely memory and experience-based, so her number #1 priority is that everyone is having a good time and laughing and making lots of joyous memories. To that end, she wants to do everything and is anxious to cram it all into one day! (This is where Red is very helpful.) She can come off as mother hen-y or bossy by the way she herds everyone to the next destination, but she actually brings order to the chaos and ensures they actually get to do stuff and stay together instead of just scattering to the four winds. She has a very romanticized idea of amusement parks in her head, so she really wants to do things like win a prize at the stalls, sit in the Ferris Wheel and see the fireworks, share an ice cream cone with someone, that sort of thing, and she either gets obsessive (prizes) or disappointed if it doesn't turn out the way she thought (the ice cream splats on the ground, the fireworks are blocked by trees, etc.)!

Lavinet: she's the group photographer and is the one taking pictures of everything, whether or not she's in the actual photos herself. Food and group candid shots feature prominently in her work, which are posted to social media accordingly. She is dressed entirely too posh for the occasion and refuses to go on coasters that could whip her hair around; she also decided to wear high heels, for some reason. She likes doing the fun, kitschy stuff like getting her fortune drawn at the psychic stall or shopping. If the amusement park is attached to a hotel, she is also very interested in spending some time at the spa or pampering herself there!

Caine: it's far more likely that he's at the amusement park with friends of his own age rather than traipsing around with the adults, and he'd be just a little rocket zooming around to all of the rides with a sticky, half-melted stick of cotton candy clutched in his hand and a wad of huge stuffed animals slung over his shoulder!

[razz-tfs]

Dicked Down

a/n: my first standalone tf story, but part of a larger universe i hope to expand upon. hope you enjoy the odd kinks! and let me know what you think

I’ve been trying to share my story for a while now, but it’s impossible to find a place to begin, and it’s not like it’s ending any time soon. Razz suggested that instead of trying to nail it down in one linear story, I should just share our adventures. Eventually I’ll probably fill in the details, but sometimes they just aren’t as important, you know?

Yesterday we revisited my tiny cock kink. Razzor is eager to engage in any type of transformation, and every so often I land back on being dominated, getting pounded down while my useless, tiny cock nub is left ignored. Normally I have a respectable seven-incher, but “normal” seems to mean very little with a demon like Razz.

Razzor has been in my life for a few months now, and it’s been a revolutionary experience. Personally I feel like the details are boring, but our sex games are where the fun comes in. My current “default” body is relatively tall, around 6’2”, and solidly muscled. I also enjoy a good chest of hair that accents my physique. But any of that can change if it strikes our fancy.

This time, Razz wanted to make it a bit of a game. Instead of a quick fuck with a shrunken cock, he sat down on the bed where I had been relaxing and pulled out the phone I got him recently. He thumbed over to open an app I hadn’t seen before.

“This will let me transfer cock size between us whenever I want,” he told me, leaning against me and showing the screen. “In fact, whenever I take some of your dick, you’ll have some other changes too. Like your ass might get bigger, or you might beg to be filled with come.” I smiled. I loved when Razz blended a couple of different quirks together.

“And remember,” he continued, “your dick size goes right to me.” I eyed the massive meat between his bare thighs, already eight inches soft, and imagined transferring my size to him. I gave a shudder just thinking about it.

“Ah, ah, honey. Only I get to decide when you get dicked down. Are you already desperate to give away your cock?” He pulled the phone away, like keeping a toy from a child. (Which was ironic, given that my muscled body had two inches and about 20 pounds on my more toned lover.)

“Yes, Razz, yes.” I couldn’t keep my voice from coming out breathy as I turned into his chest and held him. This app was a way hotter idea than I would’ve come up with. “Take an inch now! I’m not using it.”

The casual observer might have objected to that line. Razz’s little idea had me rock solid in my loose gym shorts, the tip of my (currently) above-average dick just sticking out and grazing the bottom of my tank top. But my man knew that I was more eager to see my length dwindling down than fuck anyone tonight.

“I’ll give you just a taste, love,” he said with a wink, and fiddled with his phone.

I gasped, not in surprise so much as lust, as my dick jolted and briefly contracted. I’d wager Razz only took about a half inch, knowing that teasing me would drive me wild. Just enough that my waistband could hide it once more.

I hastily reached for my pants, eager to rip them off and see my ever-so-slightly smaller package, but with a quick thought I instead looked beside me on the bed to Razz, eager to watch his changes. He had been chubbing up, so the size I gave him was lost in the process, but once he was hard I saw some girth and a bit of length had definitely been added.

Already horned up, the extra nudge from the app sent me over the edge easily. I rolled over and scooted around on the bed to dive into Razz’s crotch. Right away I was sucking his now 11-inch monster with little difficulty. If there’s one thing I’ve learned well, it’s accommodating many varied sizes.

As I bobbed up and down, I arched a fractionally-larger ass into the air. Razz, emboldened that I had taken so quickly to the app, decided not to wait any longer. He grabbed his phone and stole, with no warning, a full two inches of my prized cock.

The effects were astounding.

All at once, I felt a rush of sensory input. My primary focus was on the cock I was swirling in my skilled mouth, so I certainly noticed it surge beyond a foot in length, directly into the back of my throat. I moaned around it, grabbing at the growing base.

However, I also felt the thrill of my dick pulling into itself, contracting and sliding against the fabric to a rock solid 4.5 inches in length, shorter than I had been soft. I was now tenting my shorts instead of sticking up into the waistband.

As my hands reached toward my pants to feel the change, I found myself instead removing them, and reaching behind to play with my ass. This time the growth was substantial, and I already had a respectable bubble butt to start. My ass now was simply big, deserving of every “juicy” compliment it would be sure to earn. But even more to that point, when I plunged my fingers between the plump cheeks, I found my ass to be soaking wet.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Razz remarked as I pulled out my now-lubed fingers. “I see some of my secret additions are working too.” Cock still in mouth, I simply groaned in appreciation.

I glanced down at my dick, now that my shorts were out of the way. It was just like mine should be, but mini-size. My thighs looked absolutely amazing next to the smaller dick, too.

“I figured since you would be so desperate to be filled, you’d need a little help… accommodating me.” Razz caught my eye as I looked up at him. I hoped my look conveyed both how much I loved him, but also how hot this was to play out.

“You’re so sexy like this,” my lover said, reading my silent arousal. “Fucking whoring yourself out on my monster cock, leaving your own pitiful stick ignored.” Razz was fantastic at dirty talk, and it always got me riled up. He was right, the foot of meat I was swallowing was certainly a monster, and mine was truly pitiful in comparison.

I glanced down again at my shrunken dick, shivering with pleasure as I saw it jerking itself in place in time with my deep throating. I noticed my balls had shrunken a little as well, proportionally.

I reached back into my inflated ass, this time adding in a third finger as I loosened my now-sloppy hole. I moaned once more around Razz’s beautiful behemoth, unable to articulate more as I sucked and licked and worshipped it. I picked up the pace, and I reminded myself that I was pleasuring two and a half inches of my own cock, stolen by the man I loved. Plunging a fourth finger deep into my ass and shoving the massive dick down my throat, I lurched forward and pushed Razz and myself over the edge — him coming deeply into me, and myself barely dribbling over my own thigh. I felt more relief accepting his load than I did releasing my own.

I came down from my high, and extricated myself from Razz’s dick. I wiped my mouth in satisfaction and gave a dopey smile to my demonic lover. The cheeky smirk I saw on his face told me this little ride wasn’t quite over.

“So, what next?” I asked, ready to go again. My ass was still wet, and I was eager to try stretching it around Razz’s new cock.

“Well I’ve got to go set up your Tumblr since you always seem to get distracted halfway through,” Razz said as he stood up from the bed. “I’m sure you’ll find ways to pass the time.”

And with that, Razz walked out of our bedroom along with a third of my cock. What I had left softened to less than three inches as I sat up on my pumped-up ass. I marveled at my shrunken state, never really spending much time soft with a smaller dick in any of our previous sessions. It looked almost adorable nestled between my thick and powerful thighs, a stark contrast to my otherwise stereotypically masculine body.

Usually our transformation games have a definite beginning and end, but this time I wasn’t really sure when I’d be getting my length back. We usually toyed around with me going down to about this size, sometimes hard and sometimes staying pitifully soft, unable to even ejaculate. But by this point I’m used to Razz’s transformations, and I’m never anxious to end any particular fantasy, except when I have a new idea for the next one. I trust him completely, and we’ve always immediately ended anything I didn’t enjoy. (While I like the experience of changing to be drawn out, Razz can do things instantaneously when he needs to.)

After relaxing from that hot blow job, I wanted to check out my ass a little more. I had been so fixated on my smaller cock, I hadn’t realized that I had the perfect way to show off both — my jockstrap. As I slid the jet black fabric up my legs, I felt it settle into place around my engorged glutes. The pouch in front was comically under-filled compared to my more common 5-7 inch soft range. While my butt stretched the straps out, my 3-inch dick and smaller balls left only a subtle dent in the front.

After a few minutes of modeling myself and taking a few pictures, I changed into my favorite tiny pink thong. This one was designed with a mini-cock in mind. The thin strip of fabric slipped right between my pillowy cheeks as the tiny triangle in front acted as an appropriately-sized pouch. This fabric was thin enough to show every outline and shape of my package. I turned in the mirror to see how the back of the thong completely disappeared into my blown-up ass.

Right at that moment, I felt a shock. My eyes shot to my crotch and I watched in rapture as my little softie shrank further, down to two inches soft, where even in this ridiculous thong it was starting to get tough to see. Everything had gone with it proportionally — my balls had pulled tightly against my dwindling dick. Shit. I knew Razz would manage to surprise me again!

Immediately, I reached into my thong and realized, wildly enough, that it was the first time I was using my hands on my own cock in hours. I pumped my cocklet a few times, using just a few fingers to poke around in the fabric, until it hardened a bit and pushed to 3 inches long. Now that it was “stretching” the pouch once more, I could appreciate how small it had gotten. The sight drove me wild, knowing that Razz had now stolen 4 inches of my hard length. I abandoned the useless dick and dove for my bedside table, where I kept a handy dildo. “Be prepared” is the Scout’s motto, after all.

I was luckily able to use my own ass lube to get things going, after pushing the sopping wet string of the thong aside. In no time I was lying back on my bed, working the dildo into my hungry hole. I pounded in and out of my ever-growing ass, stimulating my prostate with the toy until I shuddered in a dry orgasm. Well, I say dry, but my self-lubing asshole was anything but.

I was basking in the afterglow, petting my still-hard cock (could I still call it a cock at this size?) through the thong, when I felt that familiar jolt. Excitedly, I looked down to my crotch to see how much more I’d lose. The tingling managed to take yet another inch in length, bringing me down to just two inches again, but this time while hard. I flushed in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment by seeing my “endowment” not able to make a respectable bulge in the tiny thong’s pouch. Men my size would usually stretch this thing right off their bodies, but my dicklet couldn’t even fill it.

The exhilaration of shrinking almost distracted me from my growing ass. But this time, my hole was positively quivering with need. I grabbed the messy dildo and slammed it back into my waiting hole. My hand pounded the dildo harder into my even-fatter ass as I had a lucid thought.

I realized, stupidly, that at that point Razz’s own cock must be truly monstrous. I was moaning and shaking with need on the bed, when my dick jolted down another half inch. There was barely a visible bulge at this point, and the thong is skin tight. I realized that the dildo was just a sad facsimile for what I really needed then. I needed Razz.

I left the dildo where it was so I wouldn’t be empty. My stupidly huge cheeks bulged around it, keeping it held in place. I laughed when I realized I still had the thong on, but I really loved seeing how this skin tight outfit showed off my dicklet. There was no mistaking exactly how little I was packing.

When I got up out of the bed, a shifting weight on my chest brought my attention to my pecs, which had apparently gotten bloated up along with my ass during one of the last transfers. I became distracted from my quest for Razz’s dick, and grabbed my engorged nipples, groaning at a sensation that rivaled stroking two dicks at once. (And my opinion on the matter should be trusted.) My nipples had really fattened and were even sticking out. Shit, my nipples could almost rival my cock nub, but that’s not much of a challenge.

As I twisted them together, I felt an indescribable pleasure at the same, delirious moment that Razz decided to take another half inch from my nub of a dick. My former glory could pass as a fold in the fabric of this thong as it dwindled down to a single inch. My ass bulged around the dildo, my tits pumped a bit more, and my urgent need for Razz finally put my legs into motion. I hurried down the hall, calling for my lover.

“Please, please fill me, Razz! I need your cock. My cock you stole from me. I need you to really fill me up!”

My brain was too addled by lust to string together anything more than begging. One of my hands was still teasing a nipple as I, at last, reached Razz.

His cock was beastly, looking around 10 inches soft, maybe a bit longer. And what was even more astounding was its massive girth and the low-hanging balls resting beneath. Razz was lounging proudly across our couch, still naked, with his half-stolen equipment trapped between his legs. When clearly it was made to fill my hole.

“Oh, honey,” Razz said, looking up from his phone as if he were just noticing that I had entered the room, as if he hadn’t heard my moaning pleas. “You’re covered up? I want to see what a pathetic nub you have left.” He winked, and my knees went weak even as he mocked my microscopic dick.

I quickly went over and joined him on the couch. As I crawled across his lean body, I dragged my beefy tits against his skin, once more teasing my nipples. I shook my ass and jostled the dildo around, bringing Razz’s attention to the toy.

“Ah, so this is what kept you from finding me sooner,” he said, as he removed the thong from around the dildo. He then grabbed the toy and pounded it into my ass a few times. “I thought I was going to have to take the whole thing to get you to come out here.”

At that idea, I came instantly. Well, the orgasm felt like coming, at least. My nub barely got out a drop of pre for the event, but my ass spasmed wildly against the dildo and my nipples felt like they were on fire.

“Let’s look at what you have left!” Razz announced, and we leaned apart.

I gaped at my crotch. I knew I had lost most of my length, but the one inch nub was truly tiny. I reached to grab it between my thumb and forefinger, and was surprised at how little I felt it.

“I redirected pretty much all of your pleasurable sensation elsewhere in your body.” He slammed the dildo home again and I saw stars.

I dove onto his mouth and kissed him passionately, while grinding my ass back against the fake cock he was still fucking me with. I broke from kissing him just a moment to whine “fill me for real”, unable to really enact any plan myself.

Razz, for his part, was deeply enjoying my obsessive state. He finally began to chub up, though his newly engorged tool took time to get fully hard. He started to grind into my crotch, his massive organ dwarfing my entire package.

I whined again, not caring about anything other than a real, actual cock in my leaking, needy, fucking desperate asshole.

Instead, Razz rolled us around on the couch so that I was laying back, the dildo momentarily left forgotten but still wedged in my ass. He leaned over me and grabbed yet another dildo off the table, a larger one that better approximated his new size. He put it into my hands without much further guidance, and then proceeded to blow my mind by sliding his huge dick against my chest, fucking my pecs-turned-bitch tits. I groaned in satisfaction, feeling around behind him to exchange the silicon dicks. My size donations had really beefed Razz’s dick up to a thrilling girth, so even though he was maybe two inches longer than before, it felt like a massive difference.

My eager hole might have been disappointed at the lack of real cock, but my tits were singing in bliss. As Razz fucked against my chest, pushing them from every angle, my nipples started to tingle. I then felt the bizarre sensation of my nipples leaking… lube? Yeah, it could only be lube. I looked up in wonder at Razz.

He simply grinned, and used his massive cock head to smear the lube around my chest, sliding his slick rod back and forth between my pecs. I couldn’t believe how sensitive my chest was — almost as if I actually was getting fucked. With every pass of his massive dick near my mouth, I would give it a quick lick. It began to leave more and more thick pre behind as Razz’s pace increased. I could feel his ball sack completely overlap my minuscule package as he dragged it back and forth along my crotch.

He reached behind himself, and grabbed the discarded dildo from before. With inhuman dexterity, he managed to continue fucking against my chest while also guiding the first dildo to my ass. My greedy hole was ready for any challenge to prove its mettle, and I grabbed the fake cock and joined it alongside its bigger brother. My wet hole stretched satisfyingly around both cocks, my fat cheeks squeezing the bases together.

As I drove the dildos into me, prepping myself for the real pounding to come, Razz grinded forward and lodged the head of his dick in my mouth. I worked my tongue all over his massive cock, fighting to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. He was positively flowing pre at this point, his engorged (stolen!) balls probably over-producing. The feeling of the length of his thick cock dragging against one of my nipples, while his nut sack covered my tiny dicklet like a blanket, alongside my DP-dildo hammering that was running on auto-pilot, caused me to orgasm yet again. My dick stayed more or less dry, but I gushed around the dildos crammed into my ass, squirted a fresh batch of lube from my nipples, and positively shook in pleasure. I couldn’t articulate anything more sophisticated than a satisfied moan.

Razz was holding out on his own orgasm for the grand finale. He pulled back and away. I was too dazed to give that any mind. I don’t think even Razz at his most teasing would have resisted fucking me at that point, as I was completely gone and certain to be useless until I got a good fucking out.

Right on cue, Razz pulled me up and turned me around, bringing my dildo-filled ass around to his huge, delicious, real, actual cock. He feigned carelessness as he reached in between my cheeks, pulled out the toys, and dropped them on the couch. Then he finally readied his glorious manhood. His dick was almost literally 50% mine at this point, as I glanced down at my pitiful, rock-solid one inch nub. He lined up with my well-stretched hole, and pushed in.

Bliss.

I know sex with Razz is always ecstasy, but the flavor is always unique. I can’t put into words the sensation of his massive tool widening me as much as two cocks had. He pushed in slowly but steadily, and I couldn’t believe there was more, inch after inch.

After an agonizing, tortuously delicious entry, I felt Razz, impossibly, bottom out against me. Usually his balls would be slapping into mine at this point, but my almost-nonexistent nut sack wasn’t coming close.

As my need grew, I felt myself lubing Razz up while he increased the pace. He reached around and started toying with my nipples, making them leak again.

“So baby, how do you like your new tits? They give off a special kind of milk that I find more practical.” Razz loved making it all the realer by saying it out loud. He reached down further to my crotch.

“You know, this baby dick isn’t even doing much for you any more, is it?”

“No!” I managed to wail between my heavy pants. “Take it! It’s yours!”

“You’re always so generous, Derek.”

Razz brought his cell phone around in front of me. He didn’t even stop fucking my ass as he expertly navigated the app. There it was. A percentage bar of how much cock Razz had stolen from me. By mass, Razz had taken 90% of my package. He simply tapped an arrow a few times, and changed that to 95%.

A change in five percent, from my current perspective, was half of what I had left. Enraptured, I watched my rock solid nub truly contract, shrinking down under half an inch long. My balls were completely gone. I was so caught up in my dick, I barely even noticed my tits swell and my ass push harder against Razz’s length.

“There. Look at you, honey,” Razz said as my last change came to a halt. “Almost completely cockless. Just a little useless nub.” I whined in pleasure. “You gave it all,” he grunted, “to me.”

And then I felt his dick jump in size. It didn’t feel proportional to the size he had just stolen, but I wasn’t about to complain when I felt that satisfying stretch.

“I guess you could say yours is still hard, but shit, it’s not even much of a dick at this point.” He grabbed at the nub, but there wasn’t a lot to hold onto.

I couldn’t really disagree. I couldn’t care less about my clit in terms of pleasure. I was milking everything I could out of Razz and I hadn’t even noticed my own hand had been playing with a nipple for who knows how long. Who needed a dick when I had these beefy tits or this sloppy cunt?

Fuck. Cunt? Did I really just call my pussy a cunt? Holy shit. Wait, did I think clit earlier?

Razz interrupted this train of thought. “So the last special change was a vocab mixup. I can undo it if you want.”

I considered it a moment, but figured what the hell and shook my head. “Though,” I tried to snark between his thrusts, “if you had wanted to fuck a pussy,” thrust, “you could’ve just given me one of those instead.”

“In the end, I just wanted to hear you insult your own pathetic nub.” Razz punctuated the thought with a particularly deep thrust. I moaned like the slut I was and pushed back into him.

“Yeah?” I asked. “Well I know this little clit is useless. Hell, it’s not even much of a clit. Why would I need something like that when I can just give it all to you and you can fuck me with it?”

“Oh?” Razz pretended to be surprised, and showed me the app again. “So why don’t you give me the rest of it? Your whole package. Since you aren’t using it.”

I grabbed both of my over-sensitive nipples and bounced on Razz’s monster cock. I hadn’t really thought about it, but feeling around on top of him he had to be over 14 inches long at this point. I felt proud knowing that my dick contributed to this masterpiece. I knew I needed a more fuckable ass, more fuckable titties, anything and everything I could get from giving away what little cock I had left. 5% really wasn’t that much to lose at this point, anyway.

“Yes, yes Razz. Take it all!” I dreamed of how it would feel.

“Oh no, babe. I won’t take it from you. You can give it and I’ll accept it, but you have to be the one to do it.” Razz knew me so well. Keep control away and then give it back to me right at the end, right when I really didn’t have a choice. I had to know the feeling, if not today then the next time we tried this fantasy. Even clear-headed I would’ve probably made the same decision.

I swiped over to my slider and dragged it down to 99%. I wanted to feel one last moment from both sides. I watched in pure pleasure as my nub pulled almost entirely into my body. I basically had a little miniature dickhead, and that was it. I knew it served no purpose whatsoever, but I still wanted to see what it would look like. Kind of adorable, really. And in another way, absolutely hilarious hidden in the expanse between my powerful thighs and defined waist.

As I looked up from my mini clit, I watched as my tits swelled even further outward. The sensitive and enlarged nipples that sat on them grew ever-so-slightly, and I could even feel their increased sensitivity. One hand shot from the phone to my nip, caressing the supple flesh that far surpassed the size of my nearly nonexistent dick. As I massaged, it began to leak more of the highly-effective lube.

Razz was completely ceaseless in the pounding of my fattened ass. It inflated ever-larger around his dick, which itself grew from my donation. It pushed just a little deeper and stretched just a little wider. I took a steadying breath as Razz pushed into me.

He reached, in jest, for his phone. “Done?” he quipped.

I grunted in panic, and grabbed the phone quickly. With my other hand I pressed against my penis — reduced from 7 full inches when hard, down to less than a dick head. I couldn’t even call it a proper clit. My touch, somehow, seemed to excite it a bit, and I felt a jolt that might have, at one point, passed for a come shot. It barely registered to me as an orgasm. I slid the bar down fully, and gave 100% of my package to Razz.

Razz does like the dramatics.

I was watching, ready to see what my nullified crotch would look like. I had openly talked about my tiny dick fantasies, but we hadn’t really discussed taking away the dick entirely. My only hangups about the idea came from fear about permanence. Fantasies are fun in moments of passion, but I don’t want to get caught actually hating a situation. Trusting Razz lets me experience the impossible, and then feel like a normal person the next day.

In this moment, I was not a normal person. Even given my already-ridiculous proportions, Razz must have decided that hitting 100% deserved a bit of a reward. For both parties. My “last bits” just seemed to count extra.

At first, I was elated to see my smooth crotch. Nothing there, no dick or balls or vagina or anything. It was completely taken away! And it was gifted back to me in the form of the cock slamming into my hungry, slutty cunt.

But elation fell to confused disappointment when my view was obscured. It took a moment to register that my swelling tits now blocked the view of my cockless crotch! I reached up to play with my nipples out of habit and immediately forgave them their intrusion. It felt too good to play with them, sliding around their slick mess.

I did drop one hand, though, and grab the smaller discarded dildo. My mouth was feeling annoyingly empty, and it seemed like it would fit.

All the while, my ass was not to be left out. The original transfers had begun the booty-swelling process, so by now my ass was completely impractical. It would actually take a monster cock like Razz’s to get enough dick into my hole. The round shape was perfectly maintained, probably defying a few laws of physics, or at least asking them to take a short break. The rush of pleasure caused a gush of lube around Razz’s massive tube.

Speaking of, Razz really did want to celebrate taking all of my manhood. His cock jumped wildly inside me, and he seemed to pull out forever before slamming back in. I would have to estimate the massive tool at over 16 inches, and it sure as fuck was solid as steel. I cannot begin to explain the pleasure of my pussy stretching around his growing manhood, knowing that I gave him that virility.

Razz reached around and grabbed the null area between my legs. Free real estate. It actually felt kind of pleasurable, like a phantom tickle I couldn’t reach. I could barely focus on it, though, given the frantic sucking I gave the dildo. I grabbed the larger dildo too and started rubbing it around my messy chest, fucking my tits with the toy.

Razz was clearly pleased with his handiwork. He had gotten an amazing session in and barely changed himself. His dick was bigger, but we had done that before. I was so desperate in my head, though, that I felt crazed. I crammed one dick in my mouth as I slid the other across both slick nipples, shuddering the whole time. Razz had adopted a wildly unpredictable tempo with my ass, which left spurts of lube shooting out around the tight seal. I found myself wishing I had more cock to give so I could be stuffed even fuller.

I rocked back and forth, and Razz started to moan in my ear. I knew he was finally getting close. He and I joined hands in rubbing my flat crotch, trying to stimulate what wasn’t there. Every bit of cock I had was attached to another man, fucking me nearly a foot and a half deep in my wet, stretched-out cunt. My whole torso was slick from the lube dripping from my milky tits.

“I’m there,” he groaned into my ear, shoving himself fully into me, unleashing a wild pleasure as he magicked up another two inches worth of cock to push me and himself over the edge. I dropped the dildo I had left in my mouth and moaned like the dirtiest whore, riding a shockwave of ecstasy as Razz’s 18 inches came deep, deep inside of me. He pumped more and more of our shared production into my eager pussy, and all I could do was beg for more and more.

I clearly couldn’t ejaculate in my state, but that didn’t hold me back from a powerful orgasm. My ass practically vibrated as it tried to milk Razz for everything he had. That alone felt like coming. I could feel his satisfaction as deeply as my own. My tits had nipples more sensitive that some dicks could ever be, and I gasped as Razz reached and grabbed one. He clearly wanted to play since he gave me these ridiculous things.

After a while of rocking back and forth together, we both came down from our high. He pulled out, but quickly replaced his hose with a butt plug to hold his load in place. I felt no need to complain, but Razz must have whisked away the hazy horniness that had clouded my thoughts for the past few hours. I felt a bit less overwhelmed by all the sensations, though it was jarring even to just be lying there with my odd form.

My muscled body did a fine job of supporting the added weight of my engorged pec-tits and my astounding ass. An ass which was managing to leak a little lube and come around the buttplug that wasn’t designed for my stretched out cunt. My nipples still dribbled a little come, and I felt that my tongue had even thickened slightly in my mouth throughout some part of the process. And nothing could beat the truly bizarre feeling of rubbing my thick thighs together and feeling absolutely nothing between them.

We arranged ourselves into a more comfortable cuddling position on the couch.

“Maybe next time,” Razz whispered in my ear, reaching around and rubbing my null crotch as he nestled his monster cock between my asscheeks, “I’ll put the app on your phone.”

Hm. Now that, that’s an interesting idea.

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale 3.17 Thoughts *Spoilers*

So I’ve had to redo this two times now because going back and forth from the episode and this fucked everything up (I can slide to the next window and it keeps taking away this post so I can’t do anything about getting it back so I’m VERY pissed right now and not in the mood to watch this twenty million goddamn times)

- WOW MY BOYS LOOK SO GOOD I’VE SEEN THEM LIKE TWENTY TIMES BUT THAT’S ALL I WANT IN THIS SHOW SO WHATEVER

- Oh yeah Beronica are friends ahaha I always forget mmhm wonder why

- Why is a cult having an open house like—

- The kiss on the cheek after Gladys’ threatens Jughead is really… I don’t know man but I like the tension of it (not the word I was looking for but I forgot so oh well)

- I hate that they’re making Alice seem like such a bad mom. Like, she’s BRAINWASHED. They’re only creating discourse within the fandom and it sucks. But like they don’t even make it make sense because Alice is all brainwashed and insane when she’s with Betty but when she’s with FP she’s perfectly fine and normal like??? Make it make sense!!!!! Then again they can’t even write a gang so like why am I surprised

- Also Betty leaving Veronica alone in the cult’s place? No thanks, leave my baby Veronica alone

- JARCHIE CONTENT. See, THIS is what we want. Teenage talk, drama, etc. Not some weird stick poisoning people and cults overtaking people. THIS IS WHAT WE WANT NOT THIS CRAZY PSYCHO NONSENSE

- Again, my boys look good, but Jughead going against his father and having the Serpents DO CRIME and go after drug dealers? Mmhm this’ll totally turn out well because it was sooooooo unexpected!

- I miss Mad Dog, he was treated wrong on The 100 so I’m so happy to see him again!

- Varchie is sooooo so so so much better as friends. When they got together they needed certain things out of the relationship, but now they don’t need those and I really hope they don’t put them back together. And this is coming from someone who actually liked Varchie—they were cute, and the only “bad” thing they did was have sex at the worst moments (but to be fair, that’s all Veronica really knew how to expose herself, her feelings, because of her parents, so at least it makes SENSE) but now they’re grown and I just… I know I’m going to be disappointed in the writers when they make Varchie get back together for no fucking reason

- Also Varchie as this duo who ban together to get what they want? Iconic and powerful, thank you. So much better than wannabe detective duo bughead

- I know I’m not surprised but they had such a good streak of having Betty not be intolerable up until now. WHY THE FUCK IS SHE ASKING HER EMOTIONALLY SPENT COUSIN INTO A FARM THAT LEGIT USES THEIR TRAUMA AGAINST THEM TO MAKE THEM JOIN LIKE??? DOES BETTY EVEN THINK OF SHIT BEFORE SHE DOES THEM??? People praise her for being smart but uh… clearly her boyfriend’s stupid thought process and getting herself into stupid shit she doesn’t have to be in is rubbing off on her. LITERALLY she is the “Serpent queen” couldn’t she ask Jughead to spare a Serpent that’s not Sweet Pea (since Fangs was already romantically manipulated into joining ugh —although I like Kangs don’t come at me okay—) to infiltrate? Someone less likely to, you know, actually join the fucking cult?

- Cheryl’s fake crying and fake breakup with Toni is gold,,, anyways,,,

- SWEET PEA TAKING DOWN THAT GUY WAS ALL I FUCKING NEEDED LIKE WHAT A KING I’M SO TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH HIM UGHHHHH

- Also Fangs in the background just reading a fucking comic I’m—I love him even though he’s sadly now in the farm :(((

- BABY TEETH OH MY GOD DUDE IT’S BEEN AWHILE he’s looking so good and fresh what a sweet child uwu

- Ugh yes Archie setting them up at the boxing gym thank youuuuuu ALSO I REALLY WANT ARCHDOG TO BE A THING. THAT WINK HE DID AT BABYTEETH WAS SO BISEXUAL I��M LIVING

- Oh wow Jughead fucking up something and getting caught, who woulda thunk it? ALSO how does FP not know that the other drug dealers are caught, though? Like, wouldn’t he realize “oh fuck my stupid son is going behind my back again isn’t he” like… okay FP there’s no way you didn’t realize that there was only one drug dealer left

- Wow, Cheryl being lured into the Farm and having her connection with Betty be cut off… I had NO idea that that would happen… Jesus fucking Christ now Cheryl’s going to be a part of the Farm and that is completely on Betty. I wish Betty ACTUALLY cared about (everyone in general, actually) her fucking cousin and her mental health.

- Instead of Cheryl, it would have been much more interesting to see Betty fall into the Farm, and have Cheryl save her instead because, you know, it’s much more realistic and less boring.

- This… is Bughead’s “pillow talk” that’s sad lmao

- Can someone make an edit where it’s Archie instead of Jughead thanks

-  sksksksks the look Hiram gives Hermione tho after he calls her his wife I’m—but WOW he actually fucking listened to his daughter? LOOK AT HOW POWERFUL MY BABY VERONICA IS. HER WORDS, HER CARE, SHE FUCKING GOT HIM TO HELP AHHHHHHHHH THAT’S SO FUCKING GREAT. Is he going to ruin the moment or something soon??

- Someone should make a list of all the criminal things Jughead makes the Serpents do after his stupid “no crime” rule

- HOW TF DID ARCHIE DO THAT SO QUICKLY I’M—

-  WE LOVE AND STAN MAD DOG

- Archie helping out his boyfriend uwu

-  Why and how does jughead survive that? Like do you know how interesting it would have been for him to get severely hurt (break his back) or possibly even die? Like, it would have been so surprising but this show,,, sucks

- ALSO ALSO how did Archie get down there so fast? That was one who stairway I believe so like…

-  STOP HURTING MY BABY VERONICA SHE DESERVES THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!

-  Why is Jughead surprised that another gang is using guns??? Like??? Bitch that’s what gangs do? She’s retaliating against you, what the fuck is she supposed to do, use balloon swords???

- See this is why Jughead is a stupid ass bitch. DO NOT FUCKING TELL YOUR ENEMY WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO. This is why you and Betty are shit at investigating and whatnot, because you two are so fucking stupid.

-  See, and now she got the “this is between you and me” into his head, when that’s not really the case. HE COULD EASILY TELL HIS FATHER, AND THEY CAN FIGURE OUT A PLAN TO DRIVE HER AND HER DRUGS AWAY TOGETHER but Jughead is just a stupid teenager who is too impulsive and doesn’t keep his stupid fucking mouth shut. I just want this stupid plot over with, literally the only good thing about this show is the characters Veronica, Swangs, Choni, and Archosie (and the beautiful hints at Barchie’s future relationship)

-  “Dammit, Cheryl, why?” AS IF HER JOINING THE FARM WASN’T COMPLETELY YOUR DUMBASS FAULT SKSKSKSKS BETTY—

- As much as I don’t like Elio and he’s annoying and boring, and that he’s going to use Mad Dog, I’m glad he’s being given a chance to fix his home life.

- If they magically make Jason alive again despite seeing his dead body,,, I mean I’ll be thrilled bc he’d get to meet the one other person who’s ever made Cheryl happy.

- So like… it doesn’t make sense. If she can see Charles, why hasn’t she told FP? Unless he’s already a part of it and we just don’t know???

-  Betty,,, you coulda said Charles bc either way you’d be near Edgar and THEN ask to meet him to make it less suspicious but okay…

- LMAO I IMAGINE THIS IS WHAT EDGAR DOES WHEN HE WALKS IN AND TAKES IN A DEEP BREATH. “Great, it’s this fucking annoying bitch… let’s see what she’s going to fail to get out of me.”

- Yeah, Betty, as if it was actually this easy to just ASK to meet him and get ALL of the information… Mmhm maybe that also shows that she has to do everything illegally first before trying a civil way lmaoooooooo

- GODDAMMIT WHY BABY TEETH HE WAS SO CUTE UGHHHHHH

[valeriemperez]

If you aren't the author of the with an accent articles who is?

Depends, some of them are mine and some are by any other writer on the site. If they are mine, they’ll say Tatiana as the author or else have a link to my profile if it’s a group effort. Some articles (like the white feminism and racism articles) were written by @minute42, Black Lightning reviews (and participation in some joint Arrowverse articles) were written by @fallinginloveinaflash, and @iriswestallens even recently did some interviews for us. I’ve written Supergirl and Legends reviews as well as editorials on the Arrowverse and other diverse stuff.

Did you get the chance to read the Sheth#$ty article with bustle? I was thrilled and laughed about Candice mentioning how every season, the show added another male. So candid in all of her responses. I was taken aback, though, by Juliana’s (errow) answer saying that guggie and mericle were champions of feminism, etc etc. Do you think she really saw them that way or she was just being nice about her old showrunners?

I did, and I loved Candice’s responses! She’s so eloquent and candid. I was also surprised by Juliana’s response, and I’m gonna imagine she was just being polite. I don’t think anyone could watch the show (or read his twitter feed) and believe Guggenheim is a feminist.

This is probably a stupid question since I don’t read TF comics but are they going to call Nora XS because she’s so petite, like extra small?

I feel like that’s accurate, Jenni’s moniker works as a double entendre. XS cuz she’s the baby of the family, but also because she has an “excess” of speed lol.