#A woman getting a breast enlargement to feel like more of a woman? Is a surgery to treat gender dysphoria regardless of whats in her pants

[catgirl-catboy]

Reminder that Cis people get gender affirming surgeries, go on hormones, and feel gender dysphoria too! We just don't use the same language for them because they are so fucking normalized.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Hobie fandom has a lot of smut, and with a character so accepting on so many fronts, it means so much to me to see trans!readers being taken into consideration.

As a trans guy myself, I love seeking out ftm!smut. But often times, I often can't read them. Many times I'm left feeling unseen, reduced, or even feminized.

And I wanna talk about that a bit, if it's okay.

My take and feelings on FTM!smut - As a Trans Guy

Ngl as a trans guy myself I do feel a bit alienated by a lot of FTM!reader.

I'm gonna be honest - I feel like most ftm smut is written exactly as it would be a cis woman, just with the pronouns changed. Which is understandable, but not really how it works.

Cis women and trans men don't have sex the exact same, just because they're AFAB.

And I feel most smut writers haven't gone out of their way to research the sexual experiences of trans men and how we navigate the world.

Hobie smut is pretty vulgar, and I won't complaining! As a character, he has a high volume of smut, and probably the most diverse range, with Black!reader, ftm!readers, and male!readers being more common than most fandoms.

Black!Reader focuses on the unique experience of black people when in a relationship together. This unique experience is at the basis of black!reader.

But when we approach Ftm!reader - very often, our unique experience isn't reflected.

It's just assumed that because we are AFAB - there's no need to look deeper at the closer unique sexual experience trans men have - or to read up about it.

Most ftm!reader fic does not attempt to use affirming sexual language for trans men at all.

T-dicks - ie, natural clitoris enlargement you get after taking T - is a thing a lot of transitioning Trans men have.

But they're never called T-dicks in fanfiction. Only clits. It's very rare that a ftm!reader is described as having a dick - because so often the only dicks cis people recognize are natal dicks, and surgery-constructed ones.

Many cis writers may never even considered referring to a trans man's clitoris as a dick - pre or post T. They may see it as confusing to the reader, when it's not.

T-Dicks are dicks. Bottom growth didn't give you a full 3-4 inches, but you absolutely have growth and there are trans men that can penetrate with T-dicks - without surgery - if with the right partner.

The words pussy and cunt are used liberally in nearly all ftm!smut, and while many trans men are okay with these terms, I think a lot of cis writers ignore or do not know that often, terms like those can cause heavy dysphoria in a lot of ftm readers.

I don't think cis writers ever question if they might be making readers dysphoric - or showing them in a non-affirming way.

I feel like some writers believe that changing pronouns and calling the reader 'handsome' is really all it takes. Just write usual fem smut, change the pronouns - and done!

In reality, a large part of the ftm community feels uncomfortable with the word 'pussy' - and would much rather stuff like 'front hole'.

A poll on 'What do you call your downstairs?'

And I'm not saying that you can't call a trans man's genitals a pussy. And I'm not saying that a trans man calling his genitals a pussy is wrong.

I just feel like cis writers do not consider the dysphoria of their trans readers, when writing trans smut.

I feel like most cis writers don't actually seek out accounts of trans men and their sexuality.

I don't think they ever consider that these terms, talking about wetness and penetration (which many men on T can have problems with because of vaginal atrophy and dryness), breast, clits, cunts, pussy -

I don't think cis writers ever question 'Is this accessible for ftm readers that might have dysphoria? How can I make this accessible or easier for trans men who have bottom dysphoria?'

Or

'How can I make this more affirming of them as men?'

It's the assumption that, because we're all AFAB, because we have vaginas like cis women - then naturally we must all fuck the same regardless of gender, the only thing changing being the pronouns.

That's not true.

And also - Trans Men are never really written like gay men.

Trans men having sex with men is gay sex.

And even though most writers write trans men with male OCs - they hardly ever write their sex as if they are gay men.

99.9% of the time, it isn't written that way. Its always written as if it's 'straight sex'.

The experience of how gay men have sex is never really taken account into these fics, which makes me feel like a lot of writers don't see it as gay sex at all.

At most, the ftm reader may be described as a bottom - but never as an otter or twink or bear or cub or leather or anything.

They see it as AFAB sex.

Cause If I'm getting strictly candid - I feel like if a writer wrote mtf!smut and kept focusing on the girls 'hard throbbing cock and balls' - we'd all be like 'oh wow that's very intense centering on genitals that may alienate some trans women-'

But in ftm!smut focusing on 'wet tight juicy pussy and thriving clit' is standard. It's never really questioned.

And this is not to say 'oh trans women have it better they get better smut-' No. They really don't. I'm just bringing this up to highlight the fact that we should be making sure that trans!smut is accessible and affirming to the trans people they're about.

Seeing a fic in which a gay trans man prefers to use his asshole, like most gay men fuck, is VERY VERY rare.

I feel like most cis writers never consider the fact that gay trans men may want to perform sex in an affirming, clearly coded, masculine gay way.

It's always assumed we use our front hole, are okay with it being called a pussy, have no problems getting wet, or that we don't have dicks (T-dick is a dick).

And because of that - the lack of affirming language and the lack of affirming transmasc experiences makes it very hard for me as a FTM person to read smut about ftm!readers.

I feel like most of them don't actually take our comfort - or our experiences in mind.

I feel like most don't attempt to actually read accounts of trans guys having gay sex, and what that's often like.

If you're a writer who feels guilty of any of this - you're not a bad person or a bad writer. And I genuinely thank you for including us in your work - from the bottom of my heart.

But I want to highlight this -

Trans men having sex is not a 1:1 of cis women having sex. The same way trans women having sex is not a 1:1 of cis men having sex.

Or experiences are unique - and our dysphoria does affect our sex lives, and how we navigate them.

Please, do not let this put you off writing trans men. But please keep in mind that our experience is unique.

So often I read ftm!reader and feel reduced down to my pussy. Without breasts in the equation, so much ftm!smut focuses solely on the pussy.

If you write ftm!reader please please do not let this put you off, but here's some tips I can give as a trans guy

Please do slight research of ftm anatomy, read an article about gay trans men, or go on r/ftm (subreddit) and read some posts about trans men, read some nsfw posts where trans men tell hookup tales.

Advocate has an great article called '16 things I learned from having sex with Trans Men' - which details and dispels 16 myths about trans men in bed. It's written from the POV of gay men who have been with trans men in affirming ways.

This post is in no way meant to be an attack or subliminal at any one writer. If it was one writer, I wouldn't care.

But this is something I've experienced and seen across fandoms and across writers in this fandom too. I feel the urge to write this because searching for affirming ftm!fics - I often come away feeling even more dysphoric.

Not because of the word pussy or cunt or anything -

But because of the erasure of my experience, the idea that my gender doesn't influence my experience of sex - only my AFAB genitals do.

If you write ftm!smut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly.

But I feel like I had to say this.

If you read this far, thank you! This is one of my more personal venting posts but I'm also trying to raise a point and start a discussion. And you reading through this and giving me your time and understanding is already helpful enough, so thanks!

Here's Hobie.

Bye.

[befemininenow]

Sure, you won't get a pair of huge babes unless genetics defy it or you plan on getting a breast augmentation. But if they end up like the woman in the pic, I think it's more than enough for you to feel euphoric. That being said, if you want to enlarge your boobs to a DD cup because your overall size is a B, more power to you. The whole point is to love your overall change and enhance if you want to improve.

[the-princess-of-loki]

Attraction

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut.

I stood before the big mirror in Loki and mine’s extravagantly huge dressing room. I made sure Loki wasn’t in our chambers in the palace before I took a deep breath and took off my dark green satin robe. I looked at my reflex dreadfully and let out a little huff. An involuntary pout formed on my lips as I took in the new details on my skin. I knew, theoretically and logically, that pregnancy changed a woman’s body. But knowing and seeing were definitely different. I couldn’t help touching my new white stretch marks on my enlarged breasts and belly, my pouting increasing almost naturally. I didn’t dare to turn around and take a look at my ass and my thighs. No, the front view was a downfall enough to even consider adding more.

“My dear?” Loki called me while entering the dressing room. I shrieked and immediately covered myself with my robe at the look and voice of my handsome husband in his sexy leather green, black and brown armour. He laughed softly at my reaction. “Why are you covering yourself, princess? There is not an inch of your beautiful body that I haven’t kissed, licked, sucked, bitten, worshipped, devoured…” He smirked at me, taking a step closer with his green eyes lust-filled.

“Not like it is right now,” I murmured under my breath, taking my gaze away from him for a moment.

“What’s the matter, my princess?” I could hear Loki’s worry even when I wasn’t looking at him. I took a deep breath and faked a smile as I looked back at him.

Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Nothing, love. Could you please leave the dressing room so I can get dressed?” Loki crossed his arms on his chest, still looking at me with worry in his beautiful features.

“Do not try to trick the trickster,” he warned. I sighed and looked down at my feet again. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it down to try and stop it. Loki closed the distance between us with a long step. He delicately grabbed my chin and made me look up at his emerald-like eyes. Worry kept clouding his handsome features, and I felt my eyes filling with tears, although I fought hard for them not to fall out. “My wonderful princess, why don’t you trust me with your bothering thoughts? Since our son was born, you’ve been acting distant and cold… Have I done or said something to upset you, my dear?”

“No!” I gasped immediately. I couldn’t let him blame himself for my insecurities. “No, Loki, you’ve been the best husband I could ever imagined. Please, do not think for one second that any of this is your fault.”

“Then, tell me, my love. What is wrong?” I took a deep breath before answering.

“I am feeling…self-conscious since our son was born,” I admitted, trying to avoid his gaze and failing. “My body has changed and…you are always so handsome… I…” I had to stop talking as a lump formed in my throat. Loki smiled sweetly at me.

“My beautiful princess, you are as wonderful as the day we met. No, that is not right. You are even more wonderful now,” he left a sweet kiss on my forehead before he looked down at me again. “What your body did- growing, nurturing and delivering our son: that is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in all my 1058 years of life. Those scars and marks you’re so ashamed of are the living proof of your awesomeness.”

“Loki, I…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I appreciate your kind words, but-”

“Oh, you don’t believe me, princess,” Loki interrupted me with a smirk. Then, he lifted me, causing me to let out a small shriek of surprise. He started to walk with me in his arms towards our bed.

“What are you doing, Loki?” I asked, trying in vain to keep my robe on. He had decided its place was on the floor since he started to carry me. Loki left me carefully on the bed, still smirking as he stood up before me, unclasping his cape.

“Since you don’t believe in my words, I am going to show you just how much I mean them, my dear, beloved, beautiful princess.” Loki kept smirking and he kept undressing while speaking.

Once he was fully naked in front of me, he laid down on top of me, resting his weight on one arm as he caressed the side of my body with his free hand. I shivered involuntarily at his touch and he left a trail of goosebumps where his hand travelled on my skin. We hadn’t been this intimate since a lot before our son was born, so each movement, caress, kiss and even breath felt like the first time. I even felt the same butterflies in my belly as Loki’s emerald eyes looked at mine with devotion filling them.

Loki moved his face closer and closer to mine very slowly, at the same time his hand kept caressing my naked body almost lazily. He captured my lips with his in a loving but passionate and hungry kiss. I moaned against his lips as soon as they got into contact with mine at the same time he let out a throaty groan. We hadn’t kissed like this since I was on my second trimester of pregnancy, six month ago.

Gods, I missed him. I haven’t realised how much, but I missed my husband terribly. It wasn’t like Loki hadn’t been present during my pregnancy. Quite the contrary: he’d been there for me every step of the way, always making sure I was comfortable, happy, safe and loved. But, of course, after the sixth month of pregnancy, I had grown so big that the healers in the palace had all recommended I moved little to nothing. After all, nobody could be sure that the half-Jotun growing quickly inside me wouldn’t want to come out before we were expecting him to. Thus, Loki and I had been very careful and haven’t shared more than a peck here and there.

Being kissed by Loki with his usual hunger, desire, lust, adoration, love and devotion was something else on so many levels that it was difficult to put into words. His thin lips moved against mine feverishly, letting his tongue inside my mouth, dancing sensually with mine. I felt my heart beating faster with each of his tongue movements, my breath getting heavier as the seconds passed by. His large and capable hand moved down, slowly caressing my skin from my hip to my thigh. Loki purposefully traced each one of my white stretch marks there with the tip of his fingers, almost reverently, before he moved my leg softly to the side so he could accommodate comfortably in between my legs. I could feel his hard, throbbing member on my lower belly and just that got me letting out a soft moan. He moved his lips from mine, going down my chin, up my jawline until he met my ear.

“Let me worship you like you deserve, my divine, wonderful and gorgeous princess,” he whispered in that sultry voice of his before he nibbled my earlobe.

A gasp and a small moan/whimper were all that I managed as a response. Loki bit down my neck, leaving an ownership mark there as he liked doing every single time we made love. His lips moved down my collarbone and his green eyes looked straight into my eyes as he sweetly kissed every stretch mark on my breasts. He was, indeed, worshipping me. He gave the same treatment to every mark on my body that my pregnancy had left, both in my front and in my backside.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Loki gently cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Then, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, gently sucking the hardening bud. I moaned as I felt a shock of pleasure going from my nipple straight to my core. I let out a surprised gasp as I opened my eyes and saw him drinking my milk, just like our son does every few hours. Of course, Loki’s touch and mouth around my nipple were completely different and had other effects on me. Loki licked his lips, his green eyes shining with mischief and a small smirk on his lips.

“Mmmm…delicious. Everything that comes out of you is simply exquisite,” he hummed and continued smirking.

I was, as always, speechless and completely fascinated by my husband. And he knew it. Loki shifted a little his position on top of me so he was able to caress my body down to my very core. I could feel his hard, leaking pre-cum member on my thigh, making my body shiver with need. Loki teased my entrance with his fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I was a shivering, panting, needy mess below him. He then licked his fingers with my juices on them, making the same appreciative hum he had made when tasting my breast milk.

“You are always ready for me, aren’t you, my sweet, delicious, princess?” Loki asked with a smirk, obviously knowing the answer. But he always wanted my express consent, ever since the first time.

“Yes, Loki. Please, take me,” I half asked and half begged, surrounding him with my arms in a tight embrace. Loki grunted a little in pleasure at my plea.

“As you wish, princess,” he whispered in my ear.

In one swift movement, he thrust inside me, filling me with his big, hard, throbbing member completely. I let out a gasp followed by a moan as soon as I felt him. I moved my legs up, crossing my ankles behind his back as Loki grabbed both my thighs to help me keep my legs up. He looked straight into my eyes as he pulled himself out of me and then thrust inside with full force again. As I had my legs up, he could go deeper inside me, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. I moaned his name as he sped up, forcing my eyes to stay open and look into his green ones, now darkened with desired as he looked back at me. His thrust became faster and wilder as the moments passed by, our chambers filled with sex smell and the lewd sound of skin meeting skin.

Loki collapsed on top of me as we both reached our climaxes together. I hung to his back as if my life depended on it as I finally allowed my eyes to close. I nuzzled my nose into his neck, basking in his beautiful scent. How this wonderful being had chosen me out of all the options he had was beyond my understanding.

“You are the most precious, divine and beautiful creature in all the realms, princess. Never doubt it again.” Loki whispered, his voice, usually controlled, was no hoarse because of our lovemaking.And after hearing those words, my heart melted. Again.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 7

Madelyn gasped as she felt her short hair tickling her neck as it began to lengthen, growing down past her shoulders, not stopping until it was halfway down her back. It lightened in colour as it grew, turning from its original black to a trashy shade of bleached platinum blonde. But Madelyn didn’t have time to mourn her sensible, gender-neutral hairstyle. Her childish clothes had suddenly vanished, leaving her totally naked, and she could feel a strange tingling in her breasts. She looked down at them and squealed in horror. They were expanding, her nearly flat chest ballooning outwards. She clutched at her boobs desperately, trying to stop them getting any bigger, but it was hopeless. They went from A-cup to B-cup, then C-cup, then D-cup, then double-Ds, growing larger and larger until the proud, dignified, man-hating feminist had an enormous pair of pornstar tits jutting out from her chest.

Struggling to see past her new breasts, Madelyn realised that all the hair on her body had vanished below the neck. The thatch of pubic hair she kept above her pussy, the symbol of her womanhood, had disappeared, leaving her bare as a little girl – like those traitorous patriarchal stooges who shaved away their maturity just to cater to men’s perverted tastes. She stared down at her new body in disgust. She looked like a total bimbo! And unless she won the competition, this was what she’d be stuck looking like forever. She thought about having to explain her ridiculous new stripper body to her fellow academics, and her thumb slipped anxiously back between her lips, which felt much fuller than before. Looking up, Madelyn saw her reflection in the large mirror that hung across one of the walls, and tears of anger and shame welled up in her eyes. Reflected back at her was a big-titted slut with a thumbsucking habit. She looked like everything she hated. An immature skank, at once childish and lewd. A total disgrace to women everywhere.

Abby, Becky, and Katherine looked at Madelyn with queasy expressions on their faces. On one level they thought she’d gotten off lightly – at least there was nothing overtly babyish about her new appearance – but on the other hand they knew her whorish look had been chosen by the Magician precisely because it was one that she would detest, and that thought gave them no comfort at all.

“Do you like your new look, Maddy?” the Magician asked.

Madelyn had never hated his smirk more than she did at that moment. “I wook wike a bimbo!” she shrieked. She’d yanked her thumb out of her mouth to speak, but her new plumped-up lips were enough on their own to make a mockery of her once-confident, commanding voice. She felt sick. Her mouth definitely wasn’t meant for talking anymore. DSLs, Madelyn thought in revulsion. She had dick-sucking lips. But if her lips had been enlarged, it was nothing compared to what the Magician had done to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, feeling their weight in disbelief. Jugs. The word came into her head unbidden. She had jugs. Knockers. Melons.

“I forgot, you don’t approve of large breasts, do you Maddy?” the Magician mocked. He conjured an academic-looking paper from nowhere and opened it. Madelyn recognised it as one of the feminist journals she occasionally wrote for. “Where was it… Ah, here we are. ‘Women who fill their bodies with silicone and inflate their breasts for the sole purpose of making themselves more appealing to the male gaze are the very worst among women. They reduce themselves to objects, livestock with ridiculous, oversized udders, making a mockery not just of themselves, but of every other woman whose reputation is damaged as a result.’” The Magician looked up from the article, grinning. “How does it feel, Maddy?” he asked. “To have a pair of udders of your own?”

Madelyn glared at him furiously, but with her bimbo-blonde hair framing her face and her pouty lips wrapped around her thumb, her scowl just looked adorable – and the tears glittering in her eyes didn’t help. They threatened to spill down her cheeks, but Madelyn was desperate not to cry. She was determined not to degrade herself even further by bawling like a baby, no matter what the Magician did to her.

“Poor little thing,” the Magician cooed. “What’s the matter, honey? There’s no need to look so upset. I’m sure you’re worried that none of your ugly old pantsuits and mannish clothes will fit over your new figure, isn’t that right? Well don’t worry. I’ve taken the liberty of supplying you with a whole new wardrobe of appropriate outfits! Why don’t we get you dressed, cutiepie? You’re a gorgeous girl, Maddy, but you can’t go running around in your birthday suit all day. We’ll soon have you looking pretty as a princess!” He snapped his fingers, and Madelyn felt clothes reappear on her body at once.

She looked at herself in the mirror again and let out another squeal of dismay. Framing her face and her newly bleached blonde head was a pale pink baby bonnet, trimmed in white lace at the edges, much like the one that Katherine had chosen to wear for the challenge. She was also wearing a pastel pink frock, so puffy and frilly that it might have made her look like a two-year-old on the way to visit her grandma if it wasn’t for the fact that the outline of her enormous tits were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples poking out obscenely. The hem of her childish dress ended halfway down her perky, plumped-up rear, leaving the bulky adult nappy she was now wearing almost completely exposed. It bulged around her bottom and between her thighs, pushing her slender legs apart and contrasting ridiculously with her new ultrafeminine body. She also wore a pair of thigh-high white socks with pink bows on the top, and on her feet were two black, silver-buckled Mary-Janes. With her thumb planted in her mouth to complete the image, Madelyn looked utterly ridiculous. Staring back at her in the mirror, wide-eyed and horrified, was a voluptuous woman’s body crammed into the most babyish clothes she could possibly imagine.

Abby had to stifle a laugh, and Katherine allowed herself a smirk – she’d disliked Madelyn’s superior attitude, and obvious disdain for her profession as a model, right from the start, and as far as she was concerned, the stupid woman was getting exactly what was coming to her.

Upon seeing her new outfit, Madelyn instinctively took a step backwards, and as she did so her nipples brushed against the material of her frock dress. Immediately, a rush of pleasure pulsed through her tits, sending a delightful tingle straight down her spine and into her pussy. She had to suck hard on her thumb to supress a moan, and her pussy started getting wet inside her nappy. After the feeling passed, she looked up at the Magician in shock.

“Have you noticed how sensitive your new boobies are, baby?” he asked, chuckling. “You were so austere and sexless before, but I think keeping you constantly horny will improve your attitude towards men, don’t you think?”

Madelyn could only whine her displeasure, struggling to keep her mind clear as every slight movement she made caused her boobs to rub against the fabric of her clothes and send another bolt of ecstasy coursing through her body. She shook her head and tried to focus. She had other things to worry about. She clutched at the bulky white diaper between her legs with a fearful expression on her face. Had she been made incontinent too?!

“Don’t worry, little Maddy, you’ve still got your potty training,” the Magician soothed her, correctly interpreting her look of terror. “But I thought putting you in nappies would help prevent that naughty little no-no spot of yours leaving icky wet spots everywhere. I know how much all this is turning you on.”

Madelyn’s self-control failed. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, and she started to sniffle. She looked over at Abby, Becky, and Katherine, and seeing the looks of mingled pity and contempt on their faces, she burst into tears. She was supposed to be the one who was always in control! The tough, self-possessed woman who’d lead them out of this mess! And now she was just some stupid bimbo baby! She bawled like a little girl, destroying whatever was left of her reputation among the others.

“Awww,” the Magician cooed condescendingly. “There, there, baby.” He pulled Madelyn’s bombshell body in for a cuddle, one hand rubbing her back, the other patting her padded bottom. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

Madelyn sobbed into his chest. She wanted to shove him away, to spit in the face of this evil, tyrannical patriarch… but she was too overwhelmed by her emotions, and too scared of what else he might do to her.

“Abby, Katherine, the two of you can go back to your rooms and change if you like,” the Magician said. “We’ll be meeting back in the dining room for lunch and the second vote. Becky, you’d better stay here so I can change that stinky little bottom of yours. And I think baby Maddy could do with a bit more cuddling before I send her off too.”

Madelyn continued to cry. Becky blushed, but she was pleased she’d finally be getting out of the disgusting diaper that was now hanging off her hips. Abby and Katherine hurried out of the hall and back towards their rooms – they didn’t talk all the way, still angry at each other from their last encounter alone. Katherine wrinkled her nose pointedly at the soaking wet skirt and underwear Abby was wearing, and Abby shot her a nasty look before entering her room.

Once she was inside, Abby immediately stripped off her soggy skirt and peeled her pissy underwear down her legs. She was relieved that she hadn’t lost and ended up like Madelyn, stuck looking like some ridiculous adult baby pornstar, but still… she’d come second to last again. How much longer could she keep this up? It would only take one mistake for her life to be permanently altered. She changed back into adult clothes – it seemed as though the Magician had transported her entire wardrobe from home to this room – and lay down on the bed, trying to get the imagine of the once-confident Madelyn sobbing like a babified barbie-doll out of her mind.

Sometime later, Abby left her room and headed for the dining room for lunch. The other three girls were already there – Katherine looking snooty, Becky looking embarrassed but pleased to be out of her filthy nappy at last (though the outline of her fresh one was visible under her jeans), and Madelyn sucking her thumb, teary-eyed and big-titted, looking like a mallrat bimbo who’d raided a store full of toddler clothes. The Magician was sat at the head of the table again, tucking into a steak.

Abby took a seat and helped herself to food. None of them talked, just like every other meal they’d had so far. On the one hand, they were all in this together, innocents stolen away by the Magician for his sick game, but on the other hand they all knew that only one of them could win his insane competition and avoid a terrible fate. It was hard to feel a sense of camaraderie with people they’d have to vote out, writing down their names and condemning them to a lifetime of diapers or spankings or whatever other twisted fantasies the Magician had in mind for them.

Once they were all finished with their food, the Magician got to his feet, smiling down at all of them with that horrible sparkling light in his dark eyes. “Well girls,” he said, “you know the drill.” He waved his hand and their plates vanished, to be replaced by the ballot box. “I’ll give you a few moments to talk among yourselves.” He vanished.

Abby knew she had to move quickly. Katherine would almost certainly vote for her this round, so she had to make sure neither of the others would too. She hurried over to Becky and whispered, “How about we both vote for Katherine? She’s such a stuck-up bitch! You’ve seen the way she looks at us, haven’t you? Like we’re something disgusting.”

Becky looked pathetically hopeful. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?” she asked meekly.

Abby had to stop herself laughing. Of course she thought Becky was disgusting! Who wouldn’t? She was a grown woman who still pooped her pants for God’s sake! Abby had had to put up with her stinking up every room she was in for just one day and she already wanted her kicked out of the competition – but saving her own neck took precedence at the moment, and years of cheating on her boyfriends had made her an excellent liar. “Of course not!” she said earnestly. “This isn’t your fault, Becky. It’s the Magician and his sick games. You can’t help what he’s turned you into. But Katherine doesn’t understand that. Personally, I think she deserves whatever the Magician decides to do to her.”

“What are you two talking about?” Katherine interrupted angrily, toddling over to them.

Madelyn followed, not wanting to be left out, but just the walk around the dining table was enough to leave her a wet, squirming mess. Her boobs jiggled near-constantly, and the tingling pleasure that began in her oversensitive nipples rushed straight to her twat. She gasped and moaned behind her thumb, blushing furiously.

“None of your business,” Abby told her. She turned to Madelyn. “I think we should vote for Katherine. We need to start thinking about how to get out of this mess, and we need someone like you to help with that, Miss Smith. But we don’t need her.”

Madelyn barely heard her. She was sucking her thumb enthusiastically and fighting the urge to shove one of her hands down the front of her nappy and start playing with herself. But she understood enough of what Abby had said to get the message. She looked at Katherine appraisingly.

Katherine glared back. “You’ve got to be joking. Abby is clearly the one we need to vote out! She’s a nasty, manipulative little brat. Only someone totally stupid would fall for her tricks.”

Abby opened her mouth furiously, but before any of them could say any more, the Magician reappeared in their midst, making them jump.

“It’s time, girls,” he grinned. “I hope you’re ready.” He handed a piece of paper and a crayon to each other them, and they moved away from each other to lean over the table and write down a name.

The Magician collected them up when they were done, and looked down at them. He laughed. “Three to one!” he said happily. “Oh dear! Someone’s not very popular, I see.”

Katherine’s superior look faltered slightly. She hadn’t lost. The other two must have voted for Abby as well. She was going to win the competition and wish herself back to normal, in addition to whatever else she wanted. She wasn’t going to spend the rest of her life waddling about like a stupid toddler. She couldn’t.

Then the Magician’s gaze fell upon her. “It looks like it’s bye-bye for little Katie,” he cooed mockingly.

Abby grinned almost as broadly as the Magician.

“No,” said Katherine, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. “NO!” She backed away as the Magician advanced on her, but she lost her balance and fell hard on her bottom.

The Magician stood over her with an evil look in his eyes. “I know the perfect penalty for you, young lady,” he said. “All that status as a model has gone straight to your head, you see. I think your fellow contestants got a sense of why you have a reputation as the most bitchy and entitled girl in the whole modelling industry, and they only got to know you for a day! But fortunately for everyone else, those days are over. The catwalk isn’t the right place for a silly little girl, Katie.” The Magician grinned sadistically. “Especially not one who can’t even dress herself!”

Katherine looked petrified. With a wave of the Magician’s hand, the elegant dress that she’d changed into after that day’s challenge vanished, to be replaced by a silly, frilly baby frock, just like the one Madelyn’s stripper body was crammed into, only pure white instead of pink. Her silk stockings and expensive heels disappeared too, replaced by ruffled socks and trainers with Velcro straps. A lacy bonnet soon framed her face, the same one she’d worn earlier that day, and an enormous baby bib came into being to tie itself around her neck. Emblazoned on the front was a cartoonish depiction of Katherine’s own face, grinning stupidly and covered in baby food, above a caption that read “Messy Little Girl”. A pacifier on the end of a cord appeared out of nowhere, clipping itself to the front of her frock in case any adults needed to soothe the fussy, overgrown baby it belonged to. Finally, her underwear began to thicken, her lacey lingerie expanding between her legs and turning white.

Katherine stared down at her new clothes, appalled. She looked absolutely ludicrous! Even worse than when she’d dressed up for the second challenge! She lifted up the hem of her toddler dress and screamed when she saw the bulky disposable diaper taped around her waist. She immediately started clawing at it, desperate to rip it off and fling it away, but the moment her fingers made contact with her nappy, they become weak and uncoordinated, and all she could do was pat feebly at the puffy white padding.

“I can’t get it off!” Katherine shrieked, panicking and starting to hyperventilate.

“Of course you can’t, sweetie,” said the Magician. “Weren’t you listening to what I said? You can’t dress yourself anymore. I’ve taken that privilege away from you permanently. Other people will decide what you wear from now on. Maybe that will teach you a little bit of humility.”

Katherine started screaming madly.

“Time for you to head home, little one!” the Magician said happily, his voice raised over the din. “I’ll leave you to your family to look after. I hear you have a sister who you’ve been very rude to for years. I’m sure she’ll take good care of you! Bye-bye, baby!”

And with a snap of his fingers, the fashion model turned screeching baby-woman disappeared off to her new life, leaving the other three ladies staring at the place where she’d vanished, her screams still echoing in their ears.

[thenatallie]

This story is about Feyd and Margot go wild. Explicit smut, Nsfw, 18+. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy

Control

Feyd: What's in a box? Margot: Pain. Feyd: Face puzzled, mysterious smile on his pouty and perfectly shaped lips. He puts his hand in the box. Margot: Do not quit no matter what happens until i say so, it's very dangerous if you quit, my Lord...

Feyd could feel enormous pain while in his mind his hand burns to the bones. When pain became unbearable even to him, he started to laugh maniacally, showing shine of his black teeth, veins on his forhead enlarged. Margot: Enough. Now pull your hand out and look at it. He looks and his hand is perfectly normal, no pain and burns at all. "I assume I have passed your test", he said. Still kneeling, he wanted to get back where they were before, so he brings his lips even closer to hers. His eyes quickly shift from her lips to her eyes, gaze so full of pure desire. With a husky voice he asked: "So... You are here to honor my coming of age?" - "Yes, my Lord" she replied shyly, becoming aware that she suddendly blushed and tried to hide her eyes from him. Feyd: Than I want my birthday present. He breeds heavily, his warm breath on her lips. Margot's heart pounding harder and harder. She could expected this scenario, among some others. However, she could not forsee her reactions to that psychotic beast... There is a burning sensation in her lower stomach that aches for that kiss od his... "Just for my curiosity", she lies to herself. Feyd had never been with such a powerfull and misterious woman before, which added to his excitement. His lower member already ready for the battle, wanting to get out of the robes... Margot acts naively: "And what do you want for your birthday present? Tell me..." He replied with an ever lustful voice: "You... are special... You deserve a special treatment. And no more Bene Gesserit tricks from now on", he warned. Then he finally traces her lips with his own. They both breathing heavily into each other. He feels mesmerized, she pants and parts her lips. Satisfyed with her response, Feyd's kiss becomes feral. He bites her lower lip almost drawing blood. A sharp gasp leaves her mouth. She looks at him with desire, but being puzzled by his unpredictable behavior. His piercing gaze never left her eyes, while he deliberately slowly rises and starts to unbutton his robes. It lasts for eternity. She exhales in awe when finally sees his sculpture-like, poweful body... And his thick shaft! She was already wet for him, a natural response, she's trying to calm her conciousness, when he says: "Be still" and draws his knife, cutting and pulling down her beautiful dress and headscarf, leaving her half naked, so exposed to him. Feyd, licking his lips, pushes two fingers inside her aching core and she involuntarily arches her lower body part nearer to him, moaning loudly. In a matter of seconds, she finds herself pinned to the bed by Feyd's heavy body. He wildly kisses her again, wanting to savour her delicious taste and warmth, deepening the kiss as much as possible, harshly grabbing her hips, bare breasts, neck... Then slowly licks her hard nipples, going on to her whole sweaty and swollen breasts, up from cleavage to the neck. He stopped when his, now reddish lips, touched her already oversensitive ear, so she could feel uncontrolable desire of both of them. Harsh but soft voice that made her tremble: "Look at me when I fuck you." And there he is. With one swift motion, he is fully inside her. She gasps from pain at first, his huge, thick shaft stretching walls of her tight pussy. He looks fiercely, grins and licks his lips, eyes heavy and pupils so enlarged. She could feel the pain turns to a pleasure, very fast. Feyd Rautha's cock is inside her?? That disbilief strucks her like a lightning of pleasure, so she could feel her orgasm nearing. Feyd feels that... Her clenching around his cock, as he pumps harder in and out. Her legs are around him to try to dumpen that hard fucking. He feels he is about to cum together with her. He feels connected to her. Abruptly, he gives her a couple of hard deep thursts, his voice harsh of desire: "Margot, you are not using any witchery on me now?" - "I wouldn't dare, My Lord" - "Gooood... I like you so tamed...", his voice softens as he puts her one leg to his shoulder to intensify the feel even more.

The atmosphere in the room is absolutely magical. Seems like the time is slowed down. Sweet and thick air surrounds their wet bodies. The room echoes from loud lustful moans and sexiest growling ever, his lower body clashes onto her juicy buttocks... Her body movements are now completely out of control. She rubbs her clit on him wildly, eyes blackened and full of tears, barely can maintain eye contact with him. As her climax approaches again, he stops. Then again, he thursts into her core deeply. With each thurst, he whispers: "Say... my name" - "Feyd Rautha..." His eyes widen, a victorious smile on his full lips. "You like it when I fuck you", he stated nonchalantly. "What is on your mind, doll? Tell me." She manages to speak through moans: "Please Feyd Rautha, please don't stop!" Finally! She admits to herself that she just adores him like this, like uncontrolable horny beast with some gentle moments and lustful face expressions. Feyd, unable to control himself anymore, start to fuck her brutally hard. Her arms caress his stone-like muscles, then squeeze her breasts, fingers run through her hair. Her aching core and inner part of thighs start to burn. Feyd lets her cum. Her orgasm was strongest ever, she moans loudly and iregularly, almost like a wild animal. Feyd clenches his jaws and stares to Margot's face insanely. With one final thurst, his pulsating shaft sprouts it's ever so warm seed inside her dipping wet pussy. His dick still big inside her, he collapses on top of her, not yet pulling out. "You are mine now, Margot. You are my lover from now on, and shall have no other lovers. Visit me at least once a week", he ordered, breathing heavily. "Yes, Feyd Rautha...", she spoke before even thinking. Than she closes her eyes, saying in her mind "This will be challenging, but I need him to be controlled like this... And damn, I love it!" Feyd has just realized he was already totally into her. He lazily turns to her side, his possessive hand wraps around her soft waist. He just had the most strong woman he met under his control and she was more than willing... Still feeling sweetness and excitement of their hot encounter, Feyd takes Margot's lips into his own once more. "Rest now, my lover". Her wandering thoughts alowly fade, weaker than heaviness of her eyelids, and she falls asleep in his embrace.

[youngpeachenthusiast]

this is going to be a post about my experience with my gender identity and there's definitely going to be some (a lot of) oversharing so uh... more under the cut??

sometimes i find myself reflecting on how my identity came to be, and the more i think about it, the more i think my mom is very wrong when she says there were "absolutely no signs".

while throughout my childhood i did present very femininely, i remember that ever since i was a little boy i secretly was convinced that one day i would literally just grow a penis. i understood that there was some kind of difference between the genitalia of boys and my own, but i thought it was simply a matter of time and my very own penis would grow in its own time. i started puberty very early on and when my clitoris started enlarging i thought "this is it, it's finally happening".

needless to say it didn't happen. and when a few months later we got our very first sex ed and i learned that i was inevitably going to become a young lady, well... i was devastated. i remember crying on multiple occasions to my mother because i desperately didn't want to go through puberty. having real proper panic attacks about it. i remember the first time a friend commented on my breasts coming in. i remember trying to bind with a headband only to be caught and punished by my mother. i remember getting my first period and doing everything in my power to hide it from her, because as long as she didn't know i could still close my eyes and cover my ears and pray that it would just go away.

even not taking the relationship with my body into account, i was changing my name multiple times a month because mine didn't fit, and i just couldn't figure out what was going on.

all of this long before i even knew that something such as being transgender existed.

i was 13 when i first met a transgender person. as soon as i saw them and i learned who they were, i knew the answer. that was me. that had always been me, indubitably.

it took some time before i actually accepted that in no way i could ever stay alive and be a woman at the same time. when i finally did, that's when my life started getting better. years and years of self hatred found their answer in something so trivial as being a man.

so i think of my mother, who argues that "there were no signs" and still refuses to refer to me by my name and pronouns because she's convinced i'll change my mind (after five years of very much not changing my mind), and i do not know how to feel.

there were so, so many signs. i'm not sure i would even call them signs, it was just me existing after all.

and sure, early signs don't matter and i can still be trans even if nothing pointed to it in the slightest in the past. but also. the signs were there, and i'm very tired of pretending they were not.

i don't know why i'm here posting about all of this. discussing my early view of genitalia and all. i suppose i'm just looking for someone like me, who will make me feel less alone. the "girly girl" who always kept so much of his discomfort to himself.

i am honestly amazed that human beings can experience this kind of feelings over their body and social constructs and... everything, really. it does hurt like hell, sure. but it is incredible how deep of an experience i can have with something as simple as an organ of my body.

anyway. thanks for reading my oversharing. or whatever. goodnight!

[muffinsin]

Could you maybe expand on the Cassandra tentacle aphrodisiac thing? Like maybe the eggs that hatch need to, god how do I phrase this, climb back into her womb for like…. The warmth/liquid? And maybe they produce aphrodisiacs idk sorry- 🥚 anon

Yet more to our lovely monsterfucking series! Let’s get into it! ;)

(Part 1- here, part 2- here, part 3- here)

Masterlists

Cassandra awoke from the sound of large raindrops falling down onto the water surface. The sound was muffled, yet unmistakably there.

She still felt the large tentacle inside her ass, stuffing it and trapping all the cum that had been shot inside of her in the stretched hole.

To her horror, she felt herself “healing”, her ass tightening again while the monstrosity of the monster’s tendril was still inside of her.

She felt precum drool from it as this seemed to almost milk the tentacle, adding to more cum trapped inside of her. She wondered how it didn’t come drooling out from her other holes yet, really

Upon looking to her side and seeing the broken eggs, her eyes widened. Whatever was in had now hatched, she realised.

She startled at the loud noise from above the water- thunder? Yes, it sounded like that, even from below the surface.

To her horror, however, she was not the only being startled by it. Golden eyes widened when many little organisms came swimming to her, looking hardly bigger or different than tadpoles save for the small tentacles that stuck out.

She gasped when they settled all on her chest, and shrieked underwater as tiny teeth pierced her skin and small suctions, almost, latched onto her enlarged nipples.

What?

She groaned and shivered, attempting to swat the things off. In return, they merely latched onto her sore breasts harder.

She realised, these were the small things that must have hatched from the eggs. A dozen or so hatched, at this moment clinging to her chest.

She shivered as the water grew a little colder due to the storm.

And again, Cassandra was not the only one to notice it. She jumped when suddenly all little tadpole-looking organisms swam about, sliding down her body and between her legs. With her widening eyes, she came to realise their goal.

“Wha-AH! No! Wait!”, she shrieked, her hand coming down to cover her stretched and bred pussy desperately. Yet, it seemed to barely be of use.

The little hatchlings sought comfort and warmth back in her womb, it seemed. And she was unable to deny them, for even as she covered her cunt, they still slipped through her fingers and the small gaps left.

Cassandra moaned lowly as she felt them bump against her, the tickling sensation of their small body sliding down from her breasts and to her thighs, some bumping against the round cheeks of her ass and getting lost, others immediately aiming back for the poor, sensitive woman’s womb.

She gasped as the last one too slipped inside of her despite her futile attempt of blocking them out.

“U-Ughh, out!”, she demanded, panting and feeling teased yet again. She clenched around the tentacle keeping her ass stretched as she felt the beings inside of her, content in the warmth her womb offered.

She felt it, then, the warmth suddenly overtaking her.

“Whaaahhh, wha-aat!”, Cassandra gasped breathlessly, her eyes pressing shut and sweet lips falling open as moans tumbled from her. She felt so warm suddenly, and wet. She dared slide a fingertip through her slit and gasped again at how wet she is.

No, not merely wet. Entirely soaked. The bred woman whimpers at the aphrodisiac induced wetness again, her entire body yet again set aflame. She felt her arousal, and grew overly alert of the tentacle deep in her.

Upon looking to the side, she noticed the creature was unmoving. She was unsure if it slept, but either way it seemed to not have taken notice of what happened yet.

Cassandra mewled quietly as she slipped two fingers inside of her and small, tentacle like limbs reached out and grabbed two more to pull them inside of her.

“Great..”, she gasped, her legs spreading carefully as she tended to her soaked pussy. She felt the hatchlings in her, and felt as though the tiny tentacles sticking from them drooled more and more of the aphrodisiac inside of her.

She whimpered helplessly, for even her four fingers didn’t feel like enough after the brutal stuffing she had gone through.

Cassandra realised with a blush, she was utterly ruined for anyone else, including herself. She needed this monster’s tentacles inside of her, badly.

With shaky hands she grabbed the tendrils below her and lifted herself, moaning as the tentacle in her ass slid more and more out of her.

Perhaps, if she was only careful enough, she could get it out and push it inside her tightening pussy?

She felt so needy, her poor nipples erect and aching. Cassandra reached up to cup her own breast with one hand, her thumb sliding over the neglected little bud.

Her lips parted as a low, breathless moan slipped past. It seemed, the aphrodisiac drooled in her womb was even stronger than the one shot down her throat previously. Or perhaps simply more effective, considering it was where Cassandra wanted pleasure the most.

She winced as she lifted herself a little more, her tight ass clinging onto the tentacle harshly.

She groaned at the wet cum moving about inside, as well as the tadpole-like hatchlings rubbing up against the inner walls of her womb, seemingly basking in her warmth.

Cassandra whimpered when more and more of the tentacle slipped out of her, and with it large amounts of cum that simply slid down her ass cheeks, thighs and legs.

Only a little bit of the tentacle was left, merely the tip! Yet, when Cassandra tugged on it, it suddenly curled within her, causing her to shriek in surprise.

She gasped in surprise and shock when tentacles moved about around and below her, grabbing her slim ankles and pulling them apart. More tendrils slid up her thighs and hips, slinging around her stomach and wrapping around her sensitive, perky breasts.

Cassandra moaned and gasped helplessly as she was trapped yet again, her hips grinding senselessly, her pussy clenching around nothing and her ass drooling cum that was previously shot inside of her.

“Please…!”, she begged, although in her hazy and horny state, the poor brunette had no idea whether she begged to be released or fucked harder than ever.

It seemed, the beast chose for her.

Cassandra groaned as the tentacle pulled out of her ass, stretching her once more as the tip moved out, and squeaked when it slapped against her round ass cheeks roughly. “Sto-op that!”, she shrieks, attempting to squirm as she was disciplined for her sneaky attempt of secret pleasure.

Cassandra cried frustratedly as a tendril moved between her spread lips, the slimey tip moving and forcing itself down her tight and sore throat.

She ached to feel something inside her sopping wet pussy, so much so that tears covered her cheeks and begged helplessly despite how it made her feel like a mere whore for the monster.

It seemed to take pity on her, or perhaps merely followed the primal wish to breed her yet again. Cassandra choked out a moan and groans as a tendril tip slid between her soaked pussy lips, gathering wetness until it eventually pushed itself inside her stretched cunt.

She felt her sloppy wet southern lips parting around it and groaned against the tendril in her mouth as it slide inside, stretching her along its way and rubbing up against her inner walls in a way her fingers never could.

“Mghnnnmm!”, she moaned, her head thrown back and eyes closed even as her ass was smacked over and over again. She felt even hotter at the pain, upon knowing of the marks the hard slaps would leave on her.

Her legs twitched, her arms tugging to stop the tentacles when she felt her orgasm so embarrassingly near already.

They had barely just slipped inside! Yet, she was overly sensitive and needy due to the aphrodisiac warming her body and womb.

She shrieked when the tendril inside of her pussy thrust deeper, inside her womb and enough to make the hatchlings scatter about.

Cassandra felt them move within her as she was fucked, the smaller tentacles and tiny bodies rubbing up against her inner walls as they clung to them.

At last, when her ass adapted a nice, red-blue colour and the creature seemed satisfied, it pushed itself back against the tight hole.

“Mghmm! MHMM!”, Cassandra screamed, yet her complaints and shrieks were all silenced when her throat was merely fucked harder and faster.

More warm tears ran down her cheeks as her breasts were squeezed the small suction tentacles returned to her nipple and clit. She felt so sensitive, so overwhelmed that she came with the next few thrusts of the tendril inside of her pussy.

It seemed, though, Cassandra had made a mistake asking her monstrous “lover” to help her relieve the ache between her legs, as when she hit her orgasm, it merely continued pleasuring her, thrusting deep down her throat and expanding it.

She felt her breasts and limbs squeezed and stroked, her little clit and thick nipples sucked and toyed with. Cassandra groaned at the bulge in her lower stomach caused whenever the tentacle hit the back of her womb.

All too soon she felt her second orgasm chasing the first already.

Cassandra gagged on the large tentacle in her mouth, golden eyes wide and teary when the thick head of the other tendril pushed against the once again relatively tight, soaked hole of her ass.

She felt it’s tip push inside for a moment, merely enough to stretch, then, with a scream falling from her stretched mouth, it pushed itself back inside, curling and sliding, pumping in and out of her.

“Mghmmmm! MHNOOO!”, She screamed, right at the edge of her second orgasm already.

Had she not been held tight by the tendrils around her, surely her body would bounce like a rag doll at the harsh treatment.

Cassandra felt herself be turned, the tendril slipping from her mouth and patting her cheek instead. She groaned as she was held in a doggy position, fucked on her restrained hand and knees as the tentacles kept pushing deeper and harder and rubbed her inner walls and G-Spots sore.

She was moved closer to the creature, golden, teary eyes looking up at it as she was pushed towards a tentacle she had never seen before.

A size twice the one of the tentacles inside of her and rivaling the size of both her arms, it was pushed up against her face.

The poor, stretched and claimed brunette knew; she would not last much longer.

Cassandra attempted to stretch her lips mouth wide, yet the tip even was too big to fit inside. She feared what would be done to her, how it would leave her utterly gaped should the monstrosity be forced into her.

Alas, she was lucky, when yet another tendril merely wrapped around her neck and pulled her downwards, her tongue and mouth smudged against the fat tip of the the tentacle, the soft, round head warm against her face.

She whimpered as she licked and lifted it with her tongue, licking and kissing the thing while her two roles were ruined.

She shivered as she sucked as best as she could, the pleasure between her legs and on her clit nearly unbearable.

Cassandra felt the monstrosity thrust against her face as she orgasmed, screaming and drooling for it just the way the creature seemed to like it.

With teary eyes she stared up, panting and gulping as the tendrils shot cum inside of her and against her face and chest.

She knew, this was not the end.

[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNSFW ALPHABET | ABCDEFGHIJ

This was requested by anon and was really challenging. Also, the reader is Fem!Targ, but, there are no mentions of her appearance, it’s quite neutral actually.

warnings: mentions of sex (course), explicit sexual content, don’t read if you’re a underage. English is not my first language.

jacaerys velaryon masterlist

A - Aftercare

There is an unspoken need for closeness, but shown by Jace once you've fully satisfied each other. He usually brings you to his chest, but he may also hug you from behind or snuggle against your breasts while making sure you're okay and that you like what happened. He likes to plant kisses over your face, head, and shoulder when a comfortable silence prevails between you and precedes sleep. Being protective and gentle in any way, it would come as no surprise that your beloved prince would be such a gentleman after making you come so well.

B - Body

If you think that any part of your body will be neglected by him, you’re totally wrong. He showers you with kisses, licks and bites, so devoted and sweet to satisfy you. Jace treats you with complete devotion, enjoying hearing your sweet moans and watching you squirm beneath him. When you're done, a thin layer of sweat usually covers his torso and your breasts, deliciously shiny, he doesn't tell you but he loves to see your skin subtly glow. The image of him worn by your side, with messy hair and uneven breathing is also a vision for you.

C - Cum

Usually Jace ends up inside your core, but nothing turns him on more than coming into your mouth. His eyes don't leave your face as you take him into your mouth in a sensual rhythm that can be slow or fucking fast. A trigger is activated when he feels you swallowing his seed and he comes even harder, leaving a loud moan that echoes through the room. As for you, nothing pleases him anymore when he makes you squeeze his member hard before the hot explosion takes over your body. If he comes first, he'll crouch pleasantly between your legs and finish the job like a man hungry and in love with you. When you make him cum with your hand, his eyes enlarge the image of his seed running down your body, it’s too much and he simple flies on your lips verocity.

D - Dirty secret

While he likes to take charge of any situation, there's nothing that makes him so hard when you command him in bed. When your hands tugged at his hair as your body paced the collision between your wet womanhood and his hard cock, he could swear your image was as heavenly and powerful as a goddess. But to the same extent that he loves to be commanded, he loves to command. Damn, he loves to see you beg and moan and know that he is the reason for this, he loves to have so much power over the situation.

E - Experience

It's no mystery that Jace isn't the most experienced of men. While it might seem tempting to touch a lady's soft skin, the prince inhibited the temptation to indulge himself before marriage. The main reason that keeps him away from intimate relations with a woman is the possibility of fathering a bastard and further curse his life. If you are experienced, he will gladly accept to be guided. If you're a maiden, he'll take over and try to reassure you—even if he's nervous himself.

He'll try to follow the hints and murmurs he's heard about the act, plus the book he once read (he's not proud of it) about copulation.

F - Frequency

Jace is not sexually dependent and doesn't like it when sex interferes with his royal activities, but like every young man discovering sex life and as things get better between you, oh, the frequency becomes greater. When it becomes pleasurable for you, every night you roll around in bed like a couple of rabbits in desperate need of each other. Don't be surprised when you repeat the act again in a relatively short time, as I said, young and excited.

G - Goofy

The prince is quite focused when he is on four walls. He's not a blank slate, but he's not a comedian, he can tease you and make you smile sometimes, especially the first few times to break the ice present in your recent relationship. Jace is very passionate and delivered to the moment, and he makes a point of showing it with every sensual thrust that his manhood gives you.

H - Hands

Jace's hands roam all over your body. They hold your face in a sloppy kiss, bring your waist close, grope your breasts delicately, squeeze your ass, snake your stomach and deliciously press the pearl between your legs. Once he discovers the pleasure his hands can bring you, your pretending prince doesn't stop. Jace loves it when you use your hands (which will be covered in the letter M) and leave burning marks on his back and chest. He needs to be touched by you.

I - Intimacy

The intimacy in your relationship is built gradually. Jace is quite easy to love and get along with, he's cute, sweet, and protective. Intimacy in sex is growing as a ladder, the more confidence and passion increases between you the more intimate sex becomes. The initial disinhibition and embarrassment fade eventually, although it may take time.

J - Jealousy

Jace isn't as jealous, but he can become when he notices an indecent or insistent look in your way, or when his uncles make inappropriate comments about your sex life. That night he fucks more willingly, it's not rude, but it's strong enough to make you scream when it comes hard and hot on his cock. He holds you close the entire sex, never looking away from yours as he tries his best to last longer than usual. He holds your waist tightly as he thrusts into you at a breakneck, delicious pace. You really love when he gets jealous.

Part two - M/Z

[beautification-tales]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Jessica sat at her desk, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She glanced at her reflection in the window, adjusting her glasses for the umpteenth time that day. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and her oversized sweater did little to hide her less-than-perfect figure. She was a far cry from the confident, sexy woman her boss, David, was always with - his gorgeous girlfriend, Amanda. It was a constant source of envy for Jessica, and tonight was no different. She couldn't help but feel like a pathetic, unlovable secretary as she watched them laughing together in the parking lot.

But then she spotted it. A small, velvet box sitting innocuously on her desk. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it as David's. He must have left it here by mistake. Curiosity getting the better of her, she carefully lifted the lid to reveal a stunning diamond ring. Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined what it must feel like to be wanted by someone like David. With shaking hands, she slipped the ring onto her finger, the cool metal pressing against her skin.

As she closed her fingers around the ring, she felt a surge of energy course through her veins. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked down at her hands and gasped. Her brown hair had grown long and wavy, and it now shone with an intense red hue that seemed to glow from within. She cried out in pleasure as she felt her new hair, and the rest of her body begin to change.

Her breasts enlarge as she feels herself grow taller. Her once-petite frame stretches and lengthens, her hips widening and curving into a voluptuous figure. Her face takes on a more angular, alluring shape, and her lips plump and part into a confident smile. The sweater she was wearing strains against her new curves, revealing the outline of her perky breasts and flat stomach.

As she stands up, Jessica feels her muscles tense and ripple beneath her skin. Her ass plumps and becomes round and tight, accentuated by the way her hips sway with each step she takes. She looks down at her hands and sees they're covered in a glittering red energy field, like she's wearing a pair of glowing purple gloves. The power coursing through her body is exhilarating, and she feels like she could take on the world.

She walks over to the mirror, hardly able to believe her eyes. The nerdy secretary who had once been her reflection is gone, replaced by a stunning superheroine. Her purple form-fitting outfit hugs her curves, revealing her cleavage and accentuating her new hourglass figure. The red energy field surrounding her hands flickers and crackles as she flexes her fingers, the power coursing through her veins making her feel invincible.

With a plan forming in her mind, she strides purposefully towards David's office. As she enters, he looks up in surprise, his eyes widening as they take in her new appearance. "Jessica? Wh-what happened to you?" he stammers, unable to take his eyes off her.

She walks over to him, her hips swaying seductively. With a mischievous grin, she kneels down in front of him and slowly undoes his pants, revealing his erect cock. "I think it's time we had a little fun, don't you, David?" she purrs, wrapping her lips around the head of his dick and taking him deep into her mouth. His moans fill the room as she expertly sucks and strokes him, her tongue dancing over his sensitive flesh.

She feels his hands grip her hair, guiding her as she takes him deeper and deeper. His hips buck forward, and she knows he's close. As he nears the brink, she pulls back, her lips trailing over the length of his cock. "Tell me how irresistible I am, David," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "Tell me how much you want me."

His words are barely audible, but they're there: "You're so irresistible... I can't resist you..." She smiles around his cock, pleased with his response. His words fuel her desire to please him even more. She takes him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucks and strokes in perfect rhythm.

Her body aches to be joined with his, and she decides it's time to ride him before he ejaculates. Standing up, she guides his cock to her wet folds and impales herself on him, crying out in pleasure as he fills her. She bounces up and down on his lap, her hips swaying in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, their weight adding to the sensation of being completely and utterly consumed by him.

As she rides him harder, David's hands grip her hips, guiding her movements. His eyes are filled with lust and adoration, and Jessica can feel the power she has over him. She leans forward, their chests pressed together, her lips just a breath away from his. She teases him, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him deeply. His moans mingle with hers as they reach their climax together.

Their bodies tremble with release, and Jessica feels a surge of satisfaction as she feels his cum filling her up. She collapses forward onto him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. David wraps his arms around her, holding her close as they both try to regain their composure.

For a moment, they just lie there, lost in the haze of their passion. Jessica can feel the warmth of David's skin against hers, and the softness of his chest hair against her breasts. She nestles her head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique scent. It's a heady mixture of sweat and aftershave, and it makes her feel even closer to him.

As their breathing begins to steady, she senses a shift in the air. David's hands move from her hips to her waist, and he slowly pulls her off of him. She looks up at him, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. She can see the desire still burning in his eyes, but there's something else there too. Something that makes her heart race with anticipation.

He guides her to her feet, and she steps back, her weight shifting to one hip as she watches him. He reaches out, tracing a finger down her cheek before cupping her face in his hands. His touch sends a jolt of desire through her, and she feels her core tighten in response. "Jessica," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what happened... I don't know how you did it... but that was amazing.”

She smiles up at him, feeling the power of her feminine wiles surging through her. "I think you underestimate me, David," she says, running a finger along his chest, feeling the hairs stand on end beneath her touch. "I think you should start paying more attention to what I'm capable of."

[watermelonflavoredwrath]

This post is for the transphobes that EVER take a glance at my blog:

I’m not here to be kind to you, or show you any respect, because your stance is inherently against my being allowed to live.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8099405/ this is a systematic review and meta-analysis of how many trans people regret their surgery. Almost none. I feel bad for the ones that do, but just because there are some that do doesn’t mean nobody should be allowed to transition ever. That’s like saying that because people regret gastric bypass and gastric binding that nobody should be allowed to have those. and MORE PEOPLE REGRET THAT, THAN TRANS PEOPLE WHO GO THROUGH NUMEROUS HOOPS TO TRANSITION.

https://www.med.umich.edu/1libr/ComprehensiveGenderServicesProgram/HRTReferralLetter.pdf this is the steps to get on hrt, which ALMOST ALWAYS comes before surgery, and is very easily reversible. And the things that remain can be changed by... surgeries you allow cis women to go through regularly! breast reduction surgery for example. And in case you think getting a letter from a doctor is easy regarding this, I literally have been fighting for years to get myself into a gender therapist, whom my doctor requires me to talk to before he’ll even think about letting me on hrt. And even then I’m still not able to get on it because I, a 21 year old, have had my freedoms stripped from me by my family, which unfortunately, MOST trans people tend to be born into families like this because transphobia is baked into our world.

Regarding surgery as well. You allow cisgender women to get breast enlargement surgery, breast reduction surgery, vaginal enlargement / reduction surgery, and other such things. So why are trans women any different? You don’t complain when someone gets their tongue forked, so why is it any different for when a girl who was born with a dick (and there are literally cisgender girls like that as well mind you) wants to get the parts that match who they are? Why is it that when a trans woman wants tits and a vagina, it’s mutilation but when it’s an intersex baby having one of its parts removed, it’s just treatment? Why is it wrong for a trans man to not want tits but women who want smaller breasts are okay?

And finally, on the topic of the history of trans people: we have always been here. We’re tired of being “sappho and her friend”‘d away from history, because we have always been here. If you all can acknowledge that sappho was a lesbian, then why is it so hard for you to believe that just maybe there have been people who don’t conform to their sex because their gender doesn’t match that. Especially when you consider that we literally had large parts of our history BURNT by the nazis, and similar groups before hand.

And if you dare say that because a few trans people ended up being bad people, i want you to realize that many terfs are bad people too. Almost no group is fully one thing. You all are the same as the ones who want to put gay people in the electric chair to “fix” us.

We are human and deserve better

[blueverychescake]

Mary: A Mother's Strength, Resilience, and Joy Through Pregnancy

Pregnancy is a remarkable journey that brings about profound changes in a woman's life. For Mary, a 30-year-old mother-to-be, this experience has been a hurricane of adjustments, challenges, and pleasures. We conducted our interview through an online call for the sake of her comfort and convenience. She shared her story which gave us a glimpse into her journey of experiences in different aspects as a soon-to-be mother.

From the moment Mary found out she was pregnant, her physical needs and routines began to shift. She described how her movements changed, becoming more cautious as her pregnancy progressed. The active lifestyle she once enjoyed was replaced with a need for increased mindfulness about her body and the baby growing inside her.

“Ang pag pangala ma’am lisud”.

Mary soon experienced the typical constant cravings, and physical discomforts of pregnancy, such as itchiness, breast enlargement, and pelvic pain. Though these challenges were difficult, she found comfort in knowing they were normal, thanks to advice from other mothers. Fatigue also set in as her baby grew, but Mary approached these changes with patience, gradually adapting to her new reality.

Pregnancy affected not only Mary's body but also her mind. She noticed changes in how she managed emotions, responding more calmly to situations that might have upset her before, thanks to her family's support.

“Madalas po akong masungit, mainitin ang ulo mula ng nag dadalang tao ako”.

To cope with common stress and anxiety, Mary focused on relaxing, taking things step by step, and maintaining a positive mindset. Staying mentally organized helped her balance the demands of pregnancy alongside her daily responsibilities.

Pregnancy brought Mary a blend of fears and doubts, but it also deepened her connection with her family.

“opo, habang tumatagal mas lalo tayong minamahal ng ating pamilya”

As she prepared for motherhood, her relationships grew stronger, and her family's emotional support, especially through constant communication, became her source of comfort during uncertain times.

Challenges were bound to happen. One of the toughest things for Mary was dealing with bleeding when she was stressed, which made her even more anxious. But she tackled these challenges by getting advice from others and seeking wisdom from those who had been in her shoes before. Despite the difficulties, the joy of carrying a baby for nine months brought her a deep sense of fulfillment that outweighed the struggles.

“lagi lng natin isipin kaya natin to tiwala lng tayo”

Pregnancy has its challenges, but it also brings immense pleasure and joy. For Mary, the most fulfilling part was knowing she would soon become a mother again. The excitement of welcoming a second child filled her heart with gratitude and anticipation. The experience of carrying life, nurturing it with every breath, and feeling her baby move inside her brought her indescribable joy.

“ito po yung pangarap ko na mag karoon ng second baby, ito yong pinaka masayang regalo sa amin ng panginoon”

Mary treasured every moment, from getting the baby’s room ready to choose a name with her husband. These little, everyday actions deepened her bond with her unborn child, making the journey even more special. The heartwarming moments, like being given priority in public places and feeling love and care from those around her, added a sweet touch to the whole experience.

At this point, we felt like we obtained and feel satisfied with the answers we obtained and we think that the main focus and points were already discussed. However, we spent extra time with her and got to know her in a deeper sense of level.

Mary describes her pregnancy as a journey of wonder and self-discovery. The experience has made her more responsible, especially in managing finances and daily routines. While excited to meet her baby, she also feels anxious about being a good parent. Together with her partner, they've prepared for the baby by setting up a nursery and managing expenses. Mary takes care of herself by eating well and avoiding strenuous activities. She and her husband have chosen a name for their baby and hope to instill values like faith and kindness.

“gusto ko lumaki sya na madisiplina at may takot sa Diyos”

Mary enjoys the small perks of pregnancy and has documented her journey. Her advice to first-time moms is to embrace the changes, seek advice, and stay connected with others. Though she wishes she had known more before pregnancy, she has embraced the experience with excitement and wonder.

“ang payo ko ay, kung sino man ang gustong maging ina siguraduhin lng po natin na maalagan po ang ating mga anak at mabigyan ng magandang kinabukasan”.

What this interview made is realize is that Struggles and challenges while conceiving a baby are not only a preparation for bringing a child into this world but also a preparation for even more difficult circumstances that life can bring to us. We can say that not only Mary but all the mothers of the world portray resiliency and strength. It is fascinating for us how women’s body works and how they can able to bring life to this world. Her journey also highlights how essential support from loved ones is during this transformative time.

No one should have to go through pregnancy alone.

The support she received played a crucial role in helping her navigate the ups and downs of pregnancy. It also emphasizes the significance of embracing change, as pregnancy brings both challenges and personal growth.

Despite going through the hardship that Mary went through while bearing her first child, she’s still ready to face another wave of challenges that may come as she is conceiving her second child, but she will happily take and face all of that again because for her it sure is hard but it’s worth it.

[indicure-health-tours]

Transform Your Looks with Affordable Mommy Makeover Packages in India

Why Consider Mommy Makeover in India?

Motherhood is a beautiful journey filled with countless joys and challenges. However, it often brings significant changes to a woman’s body that can affect her confidence and self-esteem.  A Mommy Makeover surgery is a set of procedures that aim to correct these changes and typically includes a variety of procedures such as tummy tuck, breast lift or augmentation, liposuction, and vaginal rejuvenation. These procedures address common post-pregnancy issues like loose abdominal skin, sagging breasts, stubborn fat deposits, and changes in vaginal appearance.

The benefits of a Mommy Makeover go beyond physical appearance. Women who undergo these procedures often report a significant boost in their confidence and self-esteem, allowing them to feel more comfortable in their own skin and embrace their new roles as mothers with renewed energy and positivity.

In recent years, India has emerged as a premier destination for Mommy Makeovers, providing world-class treatments at a fraction of the cost compared to Western countries. Several factors contribute to the advantages of getting a mommy makeover in India, but here are the top 4 factors that make a mommy makeover in India an attractive option for women worldwide seeking to restore their pre-pregnancy bodies and boost their confidence.

Affordable Packages

One of the most compelling reasons to choose India for a Mommy Makeover is the cost. In countries like the United States, the combined cost of these procedures can be prohibitively expensive, often reaching tens of thousands of dollars. In contrast, India offers comprehensive packages that include all necessary treatments, hospital stays, medications, and even post-operative care at a fraction of the cost. 

The cost of a Mommy Makeover in India starts from as low as USD 6,500. However, when you engage with medical tourism companies that have established connections with top surgeons and hospitals, you can often secure even better deals. One such facilitator, IndiCure Health Tours, has been a leader in the industry for over a decade, offering attractive and affordable Mommy Makeover packages in India. Here are two of their popular packages:

Timeless Mom – Mommy Makeover Package

This package includes a plethora of services, besides the surgical procedures, right from a hospital stay, surgery, and anaesthesia charges to a free stay for an attendant and hotel stay for 7-8 nights after discharge from the hospital.

These packages have been carefully designed considering the areas most affected by pregnancy. The tummy often bears the brunt of post-pregnancy changes, suffering from stretch marks, a hanging pouch, and stubborn fat deposits. A tummy tuck, therefore, becomes a crucial component of a Mommy Makeover. This procedure, combined with comprehensive liposuction of the abdomen and love handles, effectively contours the entire midsection.

IndiCure’s Timeless Mom package pairs a tummy tuck or lipo-abdominoplasty with breast augmentation and lift. This combination addresses the loss of volume and sagging in the breasts, helping to restore a youthful and well-endowed figure. Additionally, the package includes liposuction of the thighs and buttocks, further enhancing the overall body contour for a more harmonious and balanced appearance.

Evergreen Mom - Mommy Makeover Package

Droopy, saggy, and enlarged breasts can add years to your appearance and lead to functional and health issues. Not only are they aesthetically unappealing, but they can also cause discomfort and affect your overall well-being. A breast reduction combined with a breast lift offers one of the most effective ways to achieve a more youthful and firmer bust, resulting in significant improvements in body image.

IndiCure’s Evergreen Mom package addresses the issue of enlarged, saggy breasts while also focusing on contouring your abdomen. This package includes a tummy tuck and liposuction of the abdomen, flanks, buttocks, and thighs, all aimed at achieving an hourglass figure. By targeting multiple areas of the body, this comprehensive makeover ensures a harmonious and balanced transformation, helping you regain your confidence and youthful appearance.

World-Class Medical Facilities

India boasts numerous internationally accredited hospitals and clinics that specialize in mommy makeover surgery, making it a leading destination for medical tourism. These facilities are equipped with state-of-the-art technology and adhere to rigorous hygiene and safety standards, ensuring that patients receive the highest quality of care.

The best plastic surgery hospitals in India hold accreditations from prestigious global organizations such as the Joint Commission International (JCI) and the National Accreditation Board for Hospitals & Healthcare Providers (NABH). These accreditations are testament to the stringent quality controls and exceptional standards maintained by these institutions. They follow protocols that are on par with, and sometimes even exceed, those found in Western countries.

IndiCure’s plastic surgery hospitals in India continually invest in the latest technology and medical equipment. From advanced diagnostic tools to state-of-the-art surgical instruments, these hospitals are well-equipped to perform complex plastic surgery procedures with precision and efficiency. The use of modern technology not only enhances the safety and effectiveness of the procedures but also minimizes the recovery time of mommy makeover in India and improves overall patient outcomes.

Skilled Plastic Surgeons

The top-tier plastic surgeons in India are celebrated for their unparalleled expertise and extensive experience in the field. A significant number of these plastic surgeons have undergone rigorous training and gained invaluable experience abroad, enriching their practice with a diverse range of techniques and insights. This wealth of knowledge and skill is evident in their ability to deliver exceptional results tailored to each patient's unique needs.

IndiCure’s esteemed surgeons take the time to thoroughly understand their patient's desires and concerns, crafting customized treatment plans that prioritize both safety and aesthetic excellence. Attention to detail is a hallmark of their practice, ensuring that every aspect of the procedure is meticulously planned and executed.

Comprehensive Support and Care

Prior to surgery, patients undergo comprehensive evaluations to ensure they are fit to undergo surgery and well-prepared for the procedure ahead. Detailed explanations of each step of the process are provided, empowering patients to make informed decisions about their care.

Following surgery, the level of care continues with attentive post-operative monitoring and support. Patients receive thorough guidance on recovery protocols, along with access to any necessary follow-up care to optimize their results. This comprehensive approach not only fosters a smooth recovery but also contributes to the achievement of natural and satisfying outcomes that exceed expectations.

In essence, the combination of skilled plastic surgeons, personalized care, and comprehensive support makes plastic surgery in India a sought-after choice for individuals seeking transformative yet natural-looking results.

Contemplating Mommy Makeover Surgery in India? IndiCure Health Tours can help -

Choosing to undergo a Mommy Makeover is a significant decision that requires careful consideration. It is essential to research thoroughly, consult with experienced surgeons, and have realistic expectations about the outcomes.

With IndiCure Health Tours, mothers seeking to restore their pre-pregnancy bodies can avail India’s affordable Mommy Makeover packages with experienced surgeons, state-of-the-art facilities, and comprehensive care. Embrace the opportunity and get in touch with IndiCure to transform your look and regain your confidence with a Mommy Makeover in India with IndiCure – because every mother deserves to feel her best. 

[sarinotsari]

My Issues With Gender and SRS

So lately I've been feeling less and less comfortable with she/her pronouns. That's not me saying I'm UNcomfotable using them, though. It's just that it doesn't feel... right. But none of the other pronouns I've used (he, they, fae, ve) feel like the right fit either. And I've done some research into other possible pronouns to use, but nothing seems like the right fit. And my issue with pronouns is that I use the labels "trans woman" (which in society immediately connects to she/her) and "nonbinary" (which connects to they/them), but the "norms" don't feel like the right fit for me. It also doesn't help that I go through phases of femininity, masculinity, and androgyny, making it even more difficult to find a pronoun I feel can encapsulate all of them while also feeling like a correct fit for me.

"NSFW" under the cut (references to genitals, but not exactly graphic)

Disclaimer: various abbreviations will be used which may not be medically accurate, but for the sake of this post I'll be sticking with them

These things also very loosely tie in to the type of SRS (sexual reassignment surgery) I want to have. There are varying different procedures, both surgical and non-surgical, that I want to have in order to feel comfortable in my own body (not all of which have to do with gender). But for the sake of time, I'll stick to simply SRS. I know, without a doubt, that I want both top and bottom surgery. For top surgery, I want a typical breast augmentation (BA), regardless of gender identity. I could suddenly start identifying as a cis man, but I still want I BA. For me, personally, it's not so much about gender, it's just about wanting breasts, but I'm including it because it is often seen as a gender related surgery. As for bottom surgery, there are three very different types of surgery I'm considering: vaginoplasty (VP), phallus-preserving vaginoplasty (PPV), and penile enlargement (PE). There are at least two types of VP I know of, and I'm not entirely sure which I'd want if I were to go through with this particular surgery. The most commonly discussed is penile-inversion, so it does definitely seem like a popular choice. I do think this would be a good surgery for me, but there are also cons. As for PPV, I believe there's only one type, which preserves the penis but removes the testicles in order to construct a vagina. I have seen mentions of testicles being preserved as well, but I'm not sure if this is an actual surgery or just something people want done, I'd have to do more in-depth research. While this seems like the most ideal surgery for me in theory, there are a lot of different reasons I can think of why I wouldn't want this surgery (which isn't to say I won't get it someday). And, finally, with PE, again I'm not certain on the amount of different types, but I personally am looking into a Penuma, which increases both girth and length. Despite being a trans woman, I've never hated having a penis. However, I've also never really cared about having one (hence being comfortable with a full VP). But if I am going to keep my penis, I'd want to have a PE just for personal preference. I haven't done any research, and I'm sure there'd be very little to see, but I'm not entirely sure if a PPV can be done following a PE, which is why they're listed as different procedures here. But, if possible, I'd consider having both done. My issues with VP and PPV, though, are that they are permanent (a PPV can later be turned into a full VP, but cannot be reversed). However, a PE (at least, a Penuma) is reversible. While I know I want some kind of bottom surgery, I wish that none were permanent so that I could have what I want when I want them through different phases of my life.

[lasercosmesis]

6 Amazing Facts About Gynecomastia

Gynecomastia is a medical ailment sometimes referred to as "man-boobs." It is a frequent problem that many guys confront. Gynecomastia is the expansion of the chest area, which commonly resembles a woman's breast. It can be caused by either an enlargement of the breast gland tissue or an accumulation of fat tissue (a condition known as pseudo-gynecomastia). Gynecomastia usually affects both breasts, however, it might appear unevenly on either breast. The chest of a male is a representation of his pride and manliness. Every man wants to have a tight and strong chest. However, if he develops gynecomastia, this dream may turn into a nightmare. 

Getting a gynecomastia surgery done to get rid of female-looking breasts has varied benefits to offer. Those who are contemplating getting this surgery done must go through this post. This blog containing insights shared by expert plastic surgeons like Dr. Medha Bhave the founder of Laser Cosmesis clinic and renowned provider of safe and effective Gynecomastia Surgery in Thane will be helpful. Let’s straight away learn the benefits.

Top Benefits of Gynecomastia Surgery 

Give the Chest Some Form

Due to the accumulation of glandular mass and fat deposition under their areolar area, men with gynecomastia will perceive that they do not have a constant body shape. Gynecomastia surgery includes the removal of extra breast tissue, which results in the appearance of a more toned and athletic body (masculine). Wearing tight-fitting clothing and having a manly chest might help you feel more secure in social circumstances.

Your Self-assurance Represents You

A guy who has gynecomastia may grow female-like breast tissue. Because of their body position, most guys with gynecomastia will experience sadness. Body image difficulties can cause social anxiety, making it difficult to go to the pool, gym, or play activities that require participants to show their chest. Although diet and exercise can assist to some extent, they can not completely cure the illness (gynecomastia). Surgery may be an option to achieve a firmer, flatter chest and regain confidence.

Adolescents' Emotional Burden Alleviation

Men of all ages are affected by gynecomastia. In male newborns, the disease may be present at birth, whilst in others, it occurs later in life. This condition's symptoms are often more severe in young males, particularly those in their adolescent years. Their emotions fluctuate dramatically during the adolescent years. They frequently encounter scenarios from their peers that make them feel horrible about themselves because of their appearance. As a result, if these youngsters undergo treatment or surgery as soon as they are diagnosed, they will be able to cope better with the physical and mental impacts of gynecomastia. 

Increase the Pace of Recuperation

Pain medication will help you feel fully at peace for a short amount of time. Compression garments should be worn for a few weeks after surgery or injury to reduce swelling and speed up the healing process. It's also nice because you won't be allowed to skip more than seven days of work in a row. When you've fully recovered, you may resume exercising and other preferred hobbies without worrying about what others think.

Improve Posture

Gynecomastia is linked to more than simply unsightly breast size; it can also indicate the existence of other, more significant physiological disorders. Due to the presence of extra chest fat, a man with Gynecomastia will have bad posture, which may result in the construction of a permanent "hump" in their spine. To conceal their chests, some men with gynecomastia slump. You may enhance your posture and minimize the pressure on your back by keeping a flat chest with gynecomastia surgery.

Increasing the Number of Physical Activities

Maintaining an exercise plan might be especially challenging for males suffering from gynecomastia due to the discomfort or difficulty of having excess fat on the chest. Keeping your chest steady when running and jumping workouts is a lot more difficult than it seems. There is no clothing available for males to restrict their chests from moving. Many guys are too self-conscious to participate in sports such as swimming or working out at a gym because they must display their chests. Gynecomastia surgery might help you regain your confidence and return to your favorite activities.

Who Is The Ideal Candidate For This Procedure?

Gynecomastia surgery candidate is one:

above the age of 18 who suffers from Gynecomastia.

A physically fit individual in general.

One experiencing psychological anguish as a result of his gynecomastia.

One must be a nonsmoker or refrain from smoking for a short length of time before the surgery, as directed by the doctor.

The applicant should also have realistic expectations from the procedure. Unrealistic expectations from Gynecomastia surgery can sometimes lead to disappointment later on. 

Note: Although this illness is not serious enough to endanger a person's life, it can create considerable psychological pain connected with being physically perfect.

Conclusion

Do you suffer gynecomastia symptoms or are you self-conscious about your appearance because of swollen male boobs? It's usually a good idea to consult with an expert plastic surgeon regarding the gynecomastia treatment to get the expected outcomes. 

One can contact Dr. Medha Bhave at Laser Cosmesis Clinic.A renowned cosmetic surgeon in Thane can completely examine you to provide you with appropriate treatment for male breast reduction or gynecomastia. She is an MBBS, MS - General Surgery, and MCh - Plastic Surgery specialist with extensive experience in plastic and cosmetic surgery. The skilled doctor is particularly interested in controlling plastic or cosmetic issues, and he or she advises all patients through the treatment procedure to make them feel more confident and beautiful about themselves. To learn more about Gynecomastia Surgery, please feel free to contact her at Laser Cosmesis Clinic.

Original Source:- https://bestplasticsurgeoninmumbai.blogspot.com/2024/01/6-amazing-facts-about-gynecomastia.html

[femalesurgeonuae]

For a woman, getting Breast implants might be one of the most novel and unexpected experiences of her life. The therapeutic and psychological benefits of breast augmentation can be enormous, whether it helps you regain your pre-pregnancy shape or gives you the feminine form you've long desired. You will need to make a number of decisions on the size, shape, and other features of your breast insertion as you get ready for your surgery date. Even though this could seem intimidating, a highly qualified and trained specialist can assist you in better understanding the kind of incorporation that will best fit your body, lifestyle, and personal objectives. Patients should keep in mind that selecting the wrong size or kind of insert is perhaps the most well-known cause of postoperative complications, which might include insert removal or an unacceptable result. This makes getting advice from a reliable and knowledgeable specialist essential.

Council-approved plastic surgeons take patient instructions into account during the breast augmentation procedure, including selecting breast implants that fit your demands and will give you a gorgeous, long-lasting new appearance. Learn about breast implant procedure in Dubai, including the things to think about when selecting the right size and shape for your chest.

What size breasts are optimal for me?

You must select the perfect embed size whenever you select the embed kind of your choice. As it tries to imagine how you will appear and feel before the implants are installed, this is frequently one of the most challenging parts of the entire interaction. Furthermore, even the same-sized inclusion may seem different in different patients. For instance, a 1.80m woman might think that 350cc breast implants are too little, while a 1.62m woman with an unimposing shell might feel that 350cc is excessively huge at the top. In order to determine the optimum fit size for you, specialists will measure a number of factors during your underlying breast augmentation interview, such as your body type, height, weight, and enclosure. They will also ask you a number of questions about your goals, interests, and ideal exam request. To see what particular embedding sizes might look like on patients with a body type similar to yours, it is also good to look at pictures of those patients.

Which kind of breast implantation is the best kind?

Saline and silicone gel are the two types of manufactured breast implants that are most frequently utilized. While both forms of inclusion can produce beautiful outcomes, they differ in a remarkable range of ways that may make one more appropriate for a given patient. To further appreciate the differences between silicone and saline implants and how either can benefit you, use the following accommodation data:

Breast implants made of saline

Seawater that has been cleaned and infused into saline implants. A saline solution will collapse if the implanted husk breaks off, and the body will ordinarily absorb and expel the saline solution. Saline breast implants are FDA-approved to enlarge in established women 18 years of age and older, and they offer consistent shape, strength, and firmness.

organized implants for saline breasts

Organized implants have an interior structure designed to make the insertion appear more natural and are filled with pure seawater.

breast implants made of silicone

Silicone gel is used to fill silicone breast implants. The gel appears to resemble typical breast tissue a little more. The gel may leak into the inner breast pocket or remain inside the inlay shell if the inlay falls out. A spill insert filled with silicone gel won't come out. If you decide for silicone implants, you might need to schedule regular check-ups with your plastic surgeon to make sure the implants are functioning as intended. The condition of breast implants can be evaluated by an MRI or ultrasound. For women 22 years of age and older, silicone breast implants are FDA-approved for augmentation.

bear-shaped breast implants that stick

Because stable structural implants maintain their shape even in the event that the inserted shell breaks, they are frequently referred to as sticky bear breast implants. Compared to traditional silicone gel implants, the embedding's silicone gel has a thicker consistency. Additionally, these implants are more robust than traditional implants. Tightened at the top, formed sticky bear breast implants project more from the base. Assuming a created inlay curve can result in an unusual appearance of the breast that needs to be addressed using a different approach. This sticky bear implant configuration necessitates a slightly longer skin incision.

round breast implants

Compared to implants with a stable structure, round breast implants typically provide the appearance of fuller breasts. Much higher projection can be attained with more conspicuous selections. The shape of spherical implants is uniform, so there's less chance of them turning awkwardly.

slick breast implants

The most moderate slope is that of flat breast implants. They can have a more normal development if they migrate in tandem with the chest pocket. Under the skin, smooth implants may have some pronounced or visible dimpling.

Completed breast augmentations

Completed breast implants encourage scar tissue to adhere to the insertion, which makes the implants less likely to move and realign inside the breast. There is some benefit to the finish in lowering the possibility of a tight scar case.

Implant Types

It's important to discuss your options with your professional because there are several selections to make regarding the type of your incorporation.

Surface

Patients undergoing enlargement can access two pre-existing surface types: smooth and completed. The surface of finished implants is dotted with tiny bumps. The purpose of these implants is to reduce the possibility of contracture, which some women experience following augmentation. Visit our FAQ to learn more about contracture and its various challenges. Unlike uneven surfaces, the surface of smooth implants is smooth. Soft implants tend to feel smoother and more natural, according to several specialists.

Filling Ladies can choose between implants filled with saline (saltwater arrangement) or strong silicone gel. Since the earliest, extended periods of breast implants, both kinds of fillers have been employed. Modern silicone implants are packed with silicone that has a "sticky bear" consistency, in contrast to more well-known silicone implants from the 1990s that had a more fluid filling.

Structure

Implants are available in two shapes: round or teardrop. Round implants generally fit the breast more naturally and give women the best outcomes. Women who have undergone previous surgery, such as a mastectomy reconstruction, and had portions of their breast removed, may benefit from drop- or teardrop-shaped implants. Unlike molded implants, which are always completed, round implants can be smooth or polished.

The many kinds of procedures:

Subpectoral or inframammary overlay With this procedure, the specialist will typically have more direct control over the insertion scenario and will make a cut in the overlay behind the breast. Approximately 70–80% of breast augmentations are carried out utilizing an inframammary fold mechanism. The entrance point position takes very little into account regarding the area of the breast that produces milk. If complications emerge or more medical treatments are needed, a comparable cut can also be used. For more seasoned patients or moms, inframammary fold enlargement is a great option because age and pregnancy account for a typical degree of breast droop. The cautious entry point is deemed too hidden for the majority of women on this regular list. With this treatment, the scar may be more noticeable on girls, slender women, or women who are childless and do not have creases under their breasts.

Transverse axillary

In order to accommodate a socket above or below the muscle, an entry point is created in the armpit during this method. To help them finish the procedure, some doctors will employ an endoscope, which is a tiny fiber-optic camera. A trans-axillary system is used to accomplish about 10% of breast augmentation procedures. Transaxillary enlargement has the benefit of leaving the genuine breast scar-free. One anticipated challenge with this strategy is that achieving a balanced insertion is much more difficult, and resolving problems that arise after use will probably necessitate more sinus entrance locations. Similarly, there's a chance of deep scarring that shows up when wearing swimming suits, sleeveless shirts, or with the arms lifted.

peri-air

Using this technique, the confused areola is cut around, and the scar typically disappears into the areola's border. After peri-aeriolar enlargement, women may not like how their breasts feel and feel since the entry point is so close to the area where the drain creates parts of the breast. For women without folds beneath their breasts who have petite breasts, this is the recommended starting point.

Trans Umbilical Breast Augmentation (TUBA)

The button located in the central area serves as an entry point for this more modern method of managing expansion. Through the entrance point, a tiny fiber-optic camera, known as an endoscope, is placed into a pocket beneath the chest. After passing through this passage, the substance is swelled with salt. Access to TUBA is limited to subglandular saline implants. Implants inserted with TUBA have a slightly higher risk of injury. Experts can hide beneath one of the muscles during the setup. You might require an additional incision made closer to the breast, if there is any confusion or need for other medical operations. In conclusion, if an incorporation promise is placed utilizing TUBA, producers typically do not abide by it. Our specialists advise against using the TUBA technique because of these possible problems.

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