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Mom who grew up in the late 90s/early 2000s and still uses emoticons, ending her texts in O.o's and ಠ_ಠ's, showing you her sketchbooks filled with edgy pseudo-anime style doodles of angel girls and foxes and creepy teddy bears with too many stitches and sharp teeth with a fond, yet equally embarrassed smile on her face.

Mom who finds her old scene outfits while you're out and decides to try some on as a joke, she says they fit surprisingly well, if not a little more snug than she remembers. You come home to find your mom in torn black shorts, a faded Gir t-shirt, as well as fishnets on her arms and legs. Additionally, it's far tighter on her than she realizes herself.

You would never tell her, but your heart began beating like crazy when you saw her like that. She looked absolutely stunning, not to mention dreadfully— alarmingly sexy. In fact, you quickly found yourself very much in need of somewhere to sit down and hopefully hide the scandalous tent growing in your skirt. Still, she seems to have been drinking since before you got home so she's not very attentive anyhow.

Wow, she's hammered tonight. Must be some midlife crisis thing you don't get, not that you're complaining. You should be complaining, but you aren't. There are multiple moments you find yourself ogling your mom, staring at her ass when she bends over or being nearly hypnotized by her tits when she tries to do the caramelldansen. You think you're in for a long night.

After a while she settles down next to you on the couch, watching the show you put on with a loopy half-grin stuck on her face. You forgot how snuggly she gets when she's drunk, but as long as you have your blanket everything should be all right.

Of course, things started to get a lot more stressful when she suddenly placed her head on your lap, nearly pressing her nose right against your girlcock. Uh, did she pass out? That would be the best case scenario, but you can't really be sure from this angle. Plus there's no way you're moving, that could risk unwanted contact with your crotch. But, the thought of your girlcock rubbing up against your mother's face... no, no! You're trying to get out of your head until you hear a long, quiet inhale from your mom. Your heart felt like it stopped when an equally long but much louder moan escaped her lips on the exhale.

You've never heard her make that noise before. You could feel your heart melting into a puddle between your thighs from the sheer sudden eroticism on display, finding yourself less and less concerned about the consequences when her huffing turns into nuzzling. Jesus christ she's literally nuzzling your bulge. She can't still be asleep right?? Is she testing you? Teasing you? Your entire body feels electric, you know you can't stay still forever, especially if she keeps this up. You adjust to try and make yourself at least a little more comfortable, but hear your mom stir awake. Holy shit, was she actually sleeping?!

"Mmmgh, ah, sorry honey, I guess I-" She trails off, seeing how hard you are up close. "Oh."

You try to squirm away while apologizing profusely. How could you let her see that? You're an awful daughter, a perverted loser who can't even-

"No, no no, it's okay! It's okay, you're fine, j-just breathe, okay? Can you do that for me baby?" Your Mom says, desperate and drunk, holding your arms lightly. Her directions to calm you down actually help somewhat, and she lets you scoot away into the corner of the couch so you can cover yourself again.

You and your mom sit there for a while, neither of you sure what to say. Mom eventually clears her throat, looking everywhere but you.

"I think I need to confess a few things, haha." She chuckles jadedly, looking disheveled and red in the face as she reached out to put a hand on your thigh. It makes you jump a little, but the warmth is so comforting, it almost feels right that your mother's touching you this way. But that can't be possible, this has to be wrong, if not... then you could've been doing this for years now. Uh– what? N-no, that's not right...

"Ever since you started hrt, I could tell from your laundry that you began to smell different as a girl. I know I'm an awful mother, but your scent drives me up the fucking wall kiddo. I've tried... I masturbated to your bra a week ago, just to see if it would pass. It only made things worse, so- nggh, fuck, why did you turn out so good~ It's not fair that you're my daughter~"

This is a lot of information she's just dropping on you, the only thing you can do is stare wide eyed behind your pillow. Wait, uh, what does she mean by that last part?

"Ughh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be saying this, but... you're kinda my type. I've seen the changes during your transition happening day by day and I could tell, even early on, that you'd be absolutely irresistible to any lucky kid who wanted you. It made me jealous. Things would be so much easier if you weren't my daughter." You could see the conflicted look on her face when she said that. You don't know why, but you think you share the exact same feelings. And so you ask:

What if we pretended?

Your mom looks surprised, like she wasn't expecting you to suggest something like that, it's obvious she was a moment away from saying the exact same thing. She scans your expression, the nervous, blushing, beautiful little girl in front of her, just to make sure this is something you want to do in the first place. She can sense the quiet, excited anticipation in your eyes. God, what did she do to have such a wonderful daught- ah, s-stranger! With no relation to her! Yup yup, totally fine, just two non-familial people... Hm...

"If you're okay with that, sure. This'll just be a one time thing, I promise." She says reassuringly. "Just lay back and let mo- let me take care of you. Um, may I?"

You nod, nestling back into the couch a little. Your mother��� or, uh, this very nice woman— carefully removes your skirt, letting your gock spring from your panties. She tries not to swoon, but you can see her half-lidded eyes already memorizing every tiny detail.

"Absolutely beautiful." You hear her mutter, her lips just barely brushing against you, breath warm and agonizing until she wraps her mouth around the tip of your girlcock. The way she swirls and flicks her tongue across your glans makes you shudder, the yelp that escaped your throat is cut short by your hand clamping over your mouth.

It feels exquisite, the semi-fancy term fitting due to the obvious experience this woman has performing oral. You don't think you've reached this pitch of moan ever, with anybody. Best not to think about it!

Every noise you make only seems to entice her more, shoving you deeper down her throat with every bob of her head until her nose is touching your tummy, the only thing you're able to do is writhe in place and try not to pull her hair too hard. Doesn't seem like she minds all that much though <3

You let her know through quivering lips that you're about to cum and she relents, albeit begrudgingly. She can't help but smother your gock in sloppy kisses right after, the sensation keeping you frustratingly close to the edge. After a beat she stops suddenly, backing off a little and brushing a few strands of hair over her ear.

"Gosh, I uh, maybe got a little carried away at the end, haha! Sorry sweetpea, my little girl's just too delicious~"

Your face turns even redder, she hasn't used that nickname for years now, she probably thought you grew it of it. You instinctively push your thighs together, whining as you decide whether or not to tell her. Did she even notice she said it in the first place? Maybe you could excuse it if it was an honest mistake? She probably knows what she did anyways, no need to rub it in. It's fine. It's fine! Oh, is she saying something?

"Honey, can I get on top of you?" The woman said, panting and making an expression just short of puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry. I need more. Just a little more, please?"

You barely have time to process what she just said before she's straddling your lap, only her rolled-up shirt and her fishnets remain on her body. Her boobs squish against yours, though she's a lot more developed than you are. The mere touch of her cunt to your gock makes you both jump, but she's not putting it in. She's waiting for you with that same look on her face.

You've found yourself going very far into a decision that could have dire consequences. Despite this, you can't help but lose yourself in her eyes, impatient and pleading, but forcing herself to stay still out of pure love for you. She must really want you, huh? No, she's probably just imagining someone else, it's just your scent she's attracted to right? Yeah, that's all this is. Nothing more. After this one hiccup, everything should go back to normal!

"Baby? Sweetie, a-are you okay?" Your mother's worried voice snaps you out of whatever thoughts you were having, and only then felt your own tears on your face. Why are you crying again? So stupid. You try to convey your thoughts to her, but you not knowing why this is happening yourself isn't helping, not to mention breaking down even further from the overwhelming amount of thoughts swirling about your head.

"God, I knew this was a bad idea," she mutters before returning her attention to you, "I'm sorry babygirl, we can stop, I shouldn't have-"

No, no no no. Finding the courage, you reach out and place a hand on your mother's waist, making her gasp as you lift your hips to meet hers and fully insert yourself into her completely soaked pussy. She latches onto you in surprise, wrapping her arms fully around your head as she pulls you close and practically howls with pleasure, her gorgeous tits smushing against your face. You've never heard your mom moan like that before. Or, no, your- ohh fuck your mom's cunt feels so good~ fuck it, it doesn't matter, you can't hold it back anymore. With your hands roaming every inch of her body, you unbury yourself from her tits and cry into her ear, "Mommyyyy~"

There is an immediate noticeable effect on your mom from the utterance of that word. You feel her tighten up hard, her cute little noises oozing with guilt. "Aah~! N-no sweetpea, we- ghh, have to pretend or, or- ngohh god." She almost sounds frustrated at how flustered it made her, losing her ability to think as you start moving inside her, like her brain cells are being killed with each thrust <3

As you start getting closer and thrusting harder into her, less and less words are spoken, gradually replaced with purely animalistic grunts and moans as you two feverishly rut each other. Of course, aside from the occasional groan of the other's name. Neither of you care about the bullshit façades you desperately tried to put up anymore, you need your mommy and she needs her daughter, more than anything in the entire universe.

Your orgasm quickly sneaks up on you, and it seems like hers is too. As you and your mom start arrhythmicly fucking each other to climax, she meets your gaze, mouth agape and eyes hungry. She kisses you, and you gladly returned the favor. You and your mother plead and whine into each other as you both cum, hard. You're pretty sure you blacked out for a second. It was everything you secretly dreamed of. Neither of you want to leave, so you stay inside her as you and your mom lazily make out on the couch for a while, cum slowly leaking onto your lap.

As you both break the kiss, she nestles into your shoulder, whispering "Thank you, thank you, thank you," over and over again. You can't help but say it back. So many aspects of her remind you of the nervous cringy teen she used to be, but you prefer her like this. Perfect, in every way.

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website full of forcefem advocate posers who cant handle a tgirl who calls herself a boy.

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Imagine waking up after a date gone well - really, really well. For you, anyways.

Laying in bed, you're soft, warm, and comfortable... And you're comfortably satisfied. There's a pleasant curve to your gut, with your date having melted down. Now, they're plumping your guts out, with your body absorbing the nutrients from them. Idly, you rub your stomach.

Without warning, a phone beside you rings, and you flinch involuntarily. It's your date's phone - without much thought, you pick it up, and you answer it. Before you even get a chance to speak, the person on the other end is speaking.

"Hey, girly! How'd your date go last night?! Give me all the juicy details!"

You find yourself smirking.

"Sorry. They, ah, can't come to the phone right now."

"Oh. Who's this? And why not?"

You grin, resting a hand on your belly.

"She's... Busy, shall we say."

There's a moment of silence on the phone, and then, the other person speaks again - this time, suspiciously.

"Busy doing what?"

You grin, and then, you pull the phone away from your head, putting it on speaker mode. Then, you press the phone's speaker firmly up against your gut. When you do, the other person can very clearly hear everything - every gurgle, groan, and squelch emanating from your insides.

"I have to go." They say stiffly, and then, abruptly, they hang up. You can't help but to chuckle. How amusing - most people don't like to listen to the remains of their friends, gurgling away in someone's gut. It feels so powerful to force some poor soul to witness the digestion of their friend... Maybe next time you go on a date, you'll consider that possibility.

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i feel like i've come to know a shitload of people who hide their fat preference because of this rhetoric but i finally realized thats literally falling into their trap. took embarrasingly long

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someone call the cops: girl who thinks there should be more girls and is into turning people into girls doesn't put a huge disclaimer about how "this doesn't include trans guys i love all of you you're so big and strong and manly" just in case some weirdo decides to sniff out her post

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pawjobs this pawjobs that what about clawjobs???? our poor scorpion girls and crabgirls are getting nooo representation

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wow…damn…nobody even cares about tgirl ass anymore🥲…the world is so f*cked🌎……we are a sick and fallen people👩‍⚕️….like and reblog to show that you’re a true tgirl ass (and feet) fan 😤….and maybe we can heal this blighted land 🌱

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everyone dunking on that automated fleshlight sex toy needs to remember that disabled people get horny too ok 💜

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People who think fat people are inherently unattractive are so fucking deranged. You can accept that there are people out here riding dragon dildos like the cops are behind them but a human being with a statistically above average amount of adipose tissue is out of the question????

There are fat girls in this world who have men screaming crying throwing up, begging for the pussy, on their front yards in the rain with a boombox, and you think you're better than them because you drink the laxatives you sell on tiktok to 15 year olds with EDs like water and act like salad dressing is literal asbestos???

I'll guarantee you right now there's a fat man rocking his girlfriend's bed while she's screaming his name like a prayer and has the sheets in a deathgrip and another one with a twink between his legs holding onto his big ass thighs like a rollercoaster lap bar, and here your goofy ass is in the gym, flexing in the mirror for approval from strangers and living off chalk-flavored bricks and bone marrow until your blood is the consistency of chili flakes and thinking you're smart and they're dumb.

There is something seriously wrong with you all and you need DEEP introspection to fix it.

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cuddle the mech pilot you adopted. no, really snuggle her. don’t let her sleep at the foot of your bed. she thinks she doesn’t deserve to curl up with you like a person and will sleep down there huddled up like a dog if you let her. don’t let her. tell her gently but firmly that you want to touch her and that she’s going to get under the blankets with you and you’re going to spoon her

she might cry a bit. pilots aren’t used to that kind of affection. just wipe her tears and tell her you love her and it’s ok for her to cry. and then fall asleep together

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Sure, lazy couch potato cheeseburger and french fry feederism is cool, but hear me out.

Give me feedees who don’t want to be helpless and immobile. Feedees who love their bodies but also love their hobbies. Feedees with interests apart from becoming a sentient couch for someone else to look after. Feedees who cosplay or garden or want to eat a variety of things. Feedees begging their feeders to learn how to make authentic chicken vindaloo, Jamaican style curried goat, maduros and ropa vieja, real pirogi, or llengas tacos. Feedees who work all day and come home and wolf down a table full of food because being productive enhances their appetite like no other. Feedees who absolutely want homemade apple butter and biscuits over egg mcmuffins. Feedees dragging their feeders out to the local U-Pick and eagerly filling their buckets with fresh summer berries and going “youre going to make pie AND cobbler right? and jam? i need that clove and raspberry jam. please.” 

And give me feeders who can’t just cook, they can throw down. Feeders who can make - and cure - their own sausages and bacon. Feeders who bake bread without recipes because the way their feedee eats it’s honestly easier to just bake it than keep going to the store every single day. Feedees who take pride in the variety and quality of what they put into their feedee. Feeders getting mad their feedee bought canned whipped cream because fresh is so much better and of course, there’s whipping cream already in the fridge just get the hand mixer out it takes like 20 seconds what are you doing with the Reddi-Whip. Feeders who make artisan ice cream just for their feedees. Feeders grinning at the U-Pick because they’re going to make pie, cobbler, jam, and summer berry wine for when their feedee wants something special after dinner. Feeders who have enough food skill to run a homestead if they really wanted to.

Give me cozy, loving, interesting, high-variety, quality over quantity style feederism that’s less about size and more about nurturing and the long, drawn-out path between “starting” and “ending.” Give me a leisurely walk in the inbetween instead of a sprint, and live your life in the meantime.

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pov: you’re a cuties forehead about to receive a thousand drunk kisses

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It's your first time looking at this sort of stuff. Whether it's full on detransition kink content, or just you enjoying the fantasy of being treated like you're male, or becoming more of a guy..

Yet, even though every part of you tells you you shouldn't be enjoying it. You did, and eventually you come back to it. Sitting down at your computer or looking at your phone. Once again fueling that fantasy of losing your girl self~

However this time something weird happens. You see something pop up, asking what aspect of yourself you'd love most to have feminized. The options are vast, covering all sorts of physical things, but also mental and behavioural changes. Despite the oddness of it, you answer honestly and the popup vanishes leaving you to continue the pursuit of the oh so confusing fantasy..

Your mind is deep in arousal at this point. So very deep in the fantasy of being male, it's just such a hot thing to think about. But then, a popup appears again. This time however it fills you in on the context of the previous popup while asking you something new... You learn that the option you chose earlier will happen to you in real life. The thing is, now you must choose an aspect of yourself to get masculinized. If you can last 24 hours without touching yourself to this newly masculinized part of you, you will get your wish in what you want feminized~

The thing is, this is so silly, this cant be real. So you don't take it very seriously. Yet there is a small part of you that's worried "what if it is real...?" So you choose something that you don't really pay much attention to. Oooor perhaps you're that horny that you choose something that would deeply impact you. Either way, you make the choice and you return to your fantasy.

Something about you starts to change, but you're so deep in your fantasy. Whether it's something you'd notice or not is irrelevant, you keep pushing forward. You start to think of *that* part of you becoming more masc. People commenting on it, and it's too much~! You finish so very strongly. Panting as your mind returns to normal. But then as you come to your senses, you realise those popups were telling the truth. Even worse... they never mentioned a particularly evil thing. That the thing you wanted feminized? Well now that's been masculinized instead~!

You're in shock at it all. Perhaps you're cursing your prior choices. The tricky thing is though, that now? Those parts of you that have been changed, it's so hard to think of them and not get so wonderfully flustered~ So regardless, you'll come back. Wanting to go deep in the fantasy again. The popups will return, but this time- telling you that you can have one aspect of yourself feminized. Yet if you touch yourself to any part that's been masculinized you will experience the exact same consequences. Oh and the amount of time you need to last? That keeps getting longer. 24 hours? Now it's 72, then a week, then a month..

Oh and to make it oh so much harder. Even if you're good at ignoring all these things about you changing. Through some odd sort of magic, people around you. Whether irl or online, will be very likely to point out those things about you~ Perhaps they'll even compliment them, or point out they're so fitting for the gender you're so helplessly becoming "Your voice is so cute for a guy!" Anyone who you're in any sort of sexual relationship will be particularly focused on these things..

Eventually, whatever this popup is, whatever the source of it is will decide it's time for this fun to end. This time just displaying the words "Good Boy~" Offering you no more chances.. You've become exactly what it wanted you to become, and that will never ever change~

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Save our life,please!! 🙏🏻🍉🥺

Hello again, I am Aseel from Gaza, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now but we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 11 times,

every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of ​​​​forced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,

we did not imagine that a day would come when we would live all of this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer there, I was left alone!! I am looking for salvation from death, I fear death and I dread it, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams, ambitions and the life you planned for and go from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,

I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??

In addition, my father had a stroke due to the loss, and my mother also needs care due to chronic diseases and the lack of treatment, and her condition is getting worse. I am the only one who takes care of them. I really fear loss and I do not want to lose, as I lost a large part of my family, my home, my work, and my entire previous life.

Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful

We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet

I do not want to die!! 🥺

Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible

Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please

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TBOY WRESTLING WAS A BLAST!! thanks to everyone who came!!!

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Babe come over here the baby is kicking!! (My belly is gurgling so ferociously that you can feel it if you press your hand against my belly)