#leave us femboys the fuck alone

[satoumafuyuss]

should i make a video about how fandoms have a really bad habit of enforcing gender roles onto characters when they hc them as trans

like "this character paints his nails so hes a woman" or "this character isn't traditionally feminine so she must be a man"?

i see it way too often. i wanna make a video about it.

[starboye]

"𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒"

Day I - Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

Day II - Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

Day III - Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

Day IV - Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

Day V - Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

Day VI - Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

Day VII - Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Day VIII - Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

Day IX - Tom Holland edging male reader so much

Day X - Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

Day XI - Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

Day XII - remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

Day XIII - rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

Day XIV - Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Day XV - bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

Day XVI - helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

Day XVII - cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

Day XVIII - Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

Day XIX - You want kinky? Musk kink, boot kink, choking kink, and of course knife play with Ghostface (whichever version) the ftm!reader fought back when GF tried to kill em, they all get sweaty and turned on so the fighting turned to fucking, Ghostface being Ghostface, he's all degrading, making the reader do stuff like grind on his boots, lick the blood off his knife and fuck themselves with the handle of it, all those good shit, what you think? Not too far?

Day XX - Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

Day XXI - Mike Schmidt x kinky male reader who introduces him to the world of BDSM. Mike being a sub top with a praise kink, breeding kink, pet play (like having a leash on him and such) and other nasty things! Maybe even a bit of edging, like M/N punishing him by cockwarming him without letting him cum for a good while, leaving Mike needy and desperate to fill his boyfriends tight hole with his warm seed😮‍💨

Day XXII- ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

Day XXIII- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

Day XXIV - Dom top Felix and bottom femboy male Reader where the middle of the night Felix catches reader in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo moaning Felix's name saying fuck me Daddy so Felix steps into the room grabs Reader by the hair and starts fucking his face with big cock saying you want Daddy to fuck you and while Felix is fucking the Reader's face uses the dildo to fuck the reader then Felix is fills the reader's mouth full of cum and make some swallow then turns the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking the reader on the bed pulls him against his chest grabs his throat and just starts fucking him as hard as he can with the reader screaming Daddy Felix spanking the reader Felix just filling him full of cum reader belongs to Daddy now then the next morning Felix is fucking the reader as hard as he can against the window of the bedroom

Day XXV - Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

Day XXVI - Logan howlette making ftm reader wear a bunny langire after his workout coming back all musky and sweaty all pent up and fucks male reader while male reader licks up logans sweat etc. Making logans smell kink and breed kink go off and fully breads male reader / size difference with Wolverine and an FTM reader. Logan is much bigger and stronger than reader and can pick him up, pin him down, and throw him around with ease and both of them go bonkers for it. Logan loves the control and power he has to play with reader as he pleases and reader loves feeling overpowered and in Logan's complete control

Day XXVII - sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

Day XXVIII- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Day XXIX - Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

Day XXX - rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

Day XXXI - James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

[mythicalmyles]

Masky, Hoddie or Toby (You decide) with a hippie m reader ✨😤🫶🏻

Punk!Masky x Femboy!Hippie!Reader x Punk!Hoodie their implied demons

Guns/noncon/bottom male/degradation/feminization/cameras

The lake was welcomingly cold as you dipped your feet into it, the feeling of the flowers blowing in your hair was therapeutic. The sun was warm as you tilted your head back, eyes closed and soaking in the suns rays. Lately it seemed harder and harder to get yourself out here, despite living less then an hour away. The normalities of life always seemed to intercept your journey here lately, the last time had been two months ago.

The wind lightly blew at your skirt, the ruffled fabric rubbing against your thighs. A loud twig snapping had you spinning around, eyes searching the forest. Luckily the forrest only had black bears, at least you had a chance. However if it was a pissed off moose you considered your life already over, you had always been on the naive side of things. Convinced if you minded your business then everything else would leave you alone.

You stood up on shaky legs and quickly slid your shoes back on, making sure to keep darting your eyes around the forest. Part of you was annoyed, it was the only place you had been able to freely be yourself and now it felt like it was about to be ripped out from right under your feet. Your instincts kicked into overdrive, you felt like a tiny mouse backed into a corner.

You should’ve payed closer attention to your other side. A heavy body suddenly had you being shoved to the ground, whining as you hit the ground.

Your mind whirled when you heard the clicking of metal, ice flowing through you as the sound of a gun being cocked next to you overrode your brain. Panicked eyes turned to see the cause, the barrel of a gun filling your vision and trapping you still. Stones and broken branches dug into your thighs but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the gun. Your entire body quivered when you shakily looked up to see a masked man.

You didn’t need to stand to know the Goliath of a man was easily double your size, your breathing was shaky. Your mind was entirely frozen. The sound of a camera going off behind you felt like a bullet as you quickly flipped yourself over to see another man, his mask seemed impossibly black with red eyes and a big frown stitched on. You whimpered and pushed yourself back only to feel stone cold metal pressing against your now exposed ass.

Your eyes never left the gun as he used it to push your skirt up further. “N-no.” Was all you could choke out with a whimper, drawing a chuckle from both of the men currently standing over you. Tears dripped from your eyes as you looked up at the man with a frown, his camera set on you as his friend used his gun to dig into your ass. He intently watched as the gun made indents in your ass, biting his lip under his mask as he teased you. The sight of you shaking beneath him, so easily accessible had nasty thoughts running through Masky’s mind.

You let out a scream when Hoodie suddenly darted forward, his leather clad hands gripped your wrists tight as he yanked you up. You begged and sobbed until Masky’s gun pressed into your cheek. “It’s cute hearing you beg like a good bitch.” Masky’s voice was incredibly gruff, sending warmth to you stomach that you cursed.

Hoodie tied your hands behind your back, as Masky slipped his gun into your mouth. You whined around the metal as you sobbed openly, Masky wasted no time sliding the metal into your throat. He watched you without blinking as he fucked your mouth with his gun, you struggled against the rope Hoodie had bound your arms with.

“Well, theres no point in hiding.” Masky smirked as he pulled his mask off, dropping it to the ground. He had a few piercings and tattooes covering his face, you would’ve found him attractive if he didn’t currently have a gun lodged down your throat. You hated it but you could feel your own cock twitching under your skirt. “Look how hard she is.” Masky’s tone was mocking as he pulled your skirt up, Hoodies rough hands grabbing your biceps hard enough to bruise to keep you still.

You tried to turn away but Hoodie’s hand was quick to wrap around your throat, keeping you pinned in place. “Ple-please don’t do this.” You sobbed out, feeling petals fall from your hair and down your shirt. “But you made yourself so easy for us.” Masky chuckled, dark eyes pinning you in place. Masky’s hands carefully listed your shirt, dragging his leather clad fingers against your skin. His free hand kept the gun pointed under your jaw, giving you no option but to submit to the men currently having their way with you.

You gasped when Masky’s finger began circling your nipple, arching back into Hoodies strong chest. They both towered over you, Hoodie using one hand to keep you pinned to his chest while his other played with your other nipple. Desperate whines flew from you, your cock leaking precum. The rough leather of the gloves sent sparks running up your spine, dizziness enveloping your mind. Suddenly Masky was putting his gun back into its holster, freeing up both of his hands to grab and tug at your flesh.

Your face burned with shame as you moaned, Masky pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your arms trapped. The tight material of the shirt pulled your shoulders back, causing your chest to push out. You felt unbelievably weak completely defenceless between the two men.

You wanted to plead again for them to stop, instead biting your lip as you knew it’d only spur them on. Masky was groping your chest, his fingers squeezing and pulling your nipples. Both men relished in the moans they forced from you, Masky had to take a moment to appreciate your fucked out expression, his hands gripping your cheeks. All you could do was stare up at him with teary eyes as he examined your face. Tears dripped down your cheeks and your hair was stuck to your face, flowers that once lay neatly in your hair were now torn and you were left with petals tangled into your locks.

“Atta boy.” Hoodie praised, hand rubbing your stomach as your body finally dropped in their hold, submitting. You knew you had no use in fighting, and it’d only hurt you in the end. The feeling of fingers sliding into your hole had you tensing back up, yelping loudly as two digits began roughly slamming into your virgin hole. It burned but his long, thick fingers easily found your prostate. He was set on slamming into it, your screams echoing through the forest. “A-ah fuh-fuck!” You elled as you came, body curling into itself as Hoodie forced you through an orgasm.

You fell into Masky’s chest sobbing, wailing louder when he pulled your ass apart, spreading you open and allowong Hoodies fingers to dig deeper into you. You choked on the drool flooding your mouth, eyes rolling as your body was assaulted with pleasure. Your fingers had never gotten this deep and it wasn’t long before your overstimulated cock was back standing at attention, Masky’s thigh wedged between your legs. Your cock scrapped against his rough jeans, leaving your breath stuttered as the scratchy material ran against your balls and thighs. Hoodie slipped another finger into you, barley wasting a breath before roughly fucking you with them. Your thighs squeezed around Masky’s, high pitched keens leaving you as Hoodie fucked into you hard enough with his fingers to push you harder against Masky’s thigh.

“Fuck the slut already.” Masky growled out, Hoodie chuckled as he pulled his fingers out roughly. The squeal that left you went straight to both of their cocks, surprised either of them had managed to hold off for so long.

Their patience had worn thin though and Hoodie wasted no time in burying his cock into you. You voice caught in your throat resulting in you choking, shaking on Masky’s chest as Hoodie bottomed out. He felt impossibly large, his cock stretching more then you every thought could be done. Masky pressed his lips against yours, tongue easily sliding into your dropped mouth. He wasted no time in lapping his tongue around your mouth, the taste of you driving him insane as he swallowed every whimper Hoodie fucked out of you.

“He can’t take both of us, look at him with just my cock. Bet you like it though, right slut?” Hoodie grunted the most depraved things into your ear, arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel your drool soaking into Masky’s shirt. “Such a good little slut, letting me fuck your tight little pussy.” You tried to protest, Hoodies words embarrassing you yet twisting something deep inside.

Hoodie didn’t think he’d last longer with your ass clenched tight around his cock, every time he pulled out your body resisted, trying to pull him back in and it drove him insane. He railed into you hard, insistent on emptying hiss balls deep into your stomach. It almost felt painful, his cock brushed right against your prostate. Every drag of his cock had you crying out, arching your back.

You came again, broken sobs flying from your lips as your body turned to jello. Hoodie couldn’t take how tight you got around him, his own eyes rolling back as he shot his load straight into your stomach. You could feel it flowing into you, his cum causing your belly to bulge further. All you could do was sob as you looked at your swollen stomach, your cock twitching with pain after being dragged through multiple orgasms.

You barley had time to recover before Masky pulled you into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “You should be able to take me now.” His words left you shaking, you could barley take what you had already been given. Masky moaned when he heard your high pitched please’s to stop. “Thats it baby boy, beg nice n good for me.” You felt trapped, anytime you tried to stop him it just seemed to invigorate him.

Masky seemed even rougher then Hoodie, slamming deep into you and bouncing you on his cock. Your loud wails and moans bounced back to you, leaving you certain anyone in a hundred mile radius would hear you moaning with overstimulation. Masky grunted loudly in your ear, biting down onto your neck and drawing blood as he roughly bounced you on his cock.

Hoodie pulled his camera back out, taking pictures of Masky railing into you like a ragdoll. His muscles bulged as he bounced you restlessly on his cock. You wondered if it’d ever be over. Masky’s large hands grasped your ass, bunching your skirt up at your waist. Hoodie got some nice pictures of his dear friends cock sliding deep into your hole, your panties pulled to the side to accommodate Masky’s cock.

Your arms were wrapped around Masky’s shoulders, sobbing into the crevice of his neck as he abused your hole. Masky fucked Hoodies cum out of you, it dripped in globs from your puffy hole. Hoodie moved closer, taking pictures and using two fingers to spread you open causing more of his cum to come dripping out.

Masky suddenly slammed deep into you, his cum flowing through you. You almost felt like you were going to be sick as you felt Masky blow his load into you.

You felt practically no shame in openly crying when Masky dropped you to the floor. He used his foot to shove you onto your stomach, using his boot to press into the flesh of your ass and spread your ass cheeks. He groaned at the sight of your abused hole, dripping blood and cum. He could hear Hoodie snapping up pictures, Masky grinned as he pulled out his knife and sliced through the rope. You couldn’t help the moan that left when you were finally freed, blood quickly rushing back to your hands. “Get up.” Masky had no patience, instead grabbing you up. “Spread yourself for the camera.” You tried to plead only to end up with a harsh smack to your ass. You whimpered and quickly turned around. “Wait.” Masky mumbled, pulling your panties down to rest under your ass. He pushed to fingers into you and you sobbed loudly, the sound of Hoodie’s camera going off being blocked from your mind.

[inkushel29]

my opps (in order)

my art skills

dead ends on flash archiving

Pen Frens

Zeebarf

my 5:20 alarm clock every weekday morning

school

myself

femboys & traps (sorry some of y'all are weird)

twinks (except Orderly)

people who spam my messages with videos (except one mutual because I'm chill w/ them)

anatomy

getting started on a drawing

bara (male muscle proportions exceeded to inhuman and horrifying standards)

the NSFW art community

Canihavepromo aka Lottie (I hope she gets deplatformed fr)

any problematic interest artist/animator I really don't like

Stamper

people who perceive lesbians in THAT way (screw y'all)

BL Yaoi Manhwas

fujoshis

proshippers (or comshippers i have no fucking idea)

finding 0 fanart of shit I like (Ballads of Reemus & etc.)

Alphazekko getting cancelled for no reason

my right ear ringing for no reason

MHA fandom

my antisocial ass

my broken bed

scenecore aesthetic and its music

instagram reel comment sections

my autistic ass for making my weirdass posts

Sia

Zeebarf for being in the NFT community

NFTs & AI

down bad mfs in comment sections

tumblr p0rn bots

my goofy ass being scared of showers

Calobi Productions

TikTok

Alex Emery's Wizard Hunt part 3 not being made

Queers of War for disappointing and traumatizing me

procrastination

the anime community in general

animating

myself trying to animate on flash cs6 but failing

Spazkid for drawing underage sonic characters and not finishing Nightmare Cops

my chronically online ass

Ipad kids

skibidi toilet (I still meme it)

my forgetful ass

finding out a person I like is an absolute piece of shit

myself again

vent people (sorry)

cutecore aesthetic

Roblox (i still play it tho)

sketchers united/pop jam kids

shitty clickbait youtube thumbnails

youtube kids

rule 34 content on youtube

content farm videos on youtube

Youtube (i still watch it)

myself again for making this list too goddamn long when it didn't need to be

uhhhhhh

the Pokemon community

people using the Pixar Mom term in the wrong way (a lot)

Discord

having to sleep early because my parents tell me to

people who harass others for no reason

Miguel O'Hara stans

myself for forgetting to start/finish shit (not school related)

my fatass self

BookTok/White woman who are obsessed with dark romance books

bad Webtoons

those AI disney mockup posters

MCYT fandom

Countryhumans fandom

TikTok art community

Twitter art community

almost any art community that's shit

l0lic0ns & sh0tac0ns (PLEASE FUCK OFF.)

this list for being too long

Nitrile & his weirdass tr@p obsession (he collaborated with Shadman and drew Mandy from Billy & Mandy as a femboy in a very suggestive way. And sometimes drew femboys that looked like children. So yeah fuck him.)

Shadman (OBVIOUSLY)

Zone for ruining The Modifyers and any cartoon in general (they got away with sexualizing minors so idk how y'all looked past that)

Jaystation

my goofy ass for staying up too late

humanizations of non-human characters being skinny white cis young anime boys

my goofy ass for being unoriginal

my goofy ass for still writing on this dang list

Gross people on Spacehey who ruin everything

FNF fandom (kind of)

FNF creepypasta mods (Sonic.exe)

Twitter/X in general

my little brother when he has a tantrum

night terrors

Astrology girls

people who use their autism/disability for a defense mechanism/excuse for when they get called out for something bad they've done

Stamper again (how tf can you be racist and fetishize WOC at the same time nevertheless you're still racist fuck you)

A Small Favor not getting it's chapter 3/final chapter and the story getting reimagined instead of finished

family vlog channels

people who hurt animals for clout

captioning my youtube videos by myself

editing my videos bc its hard

people doing stupid shit for clout in general

MojoMontebon's character Trixie (I don't like her she scares me)

finding out an artist I like is an absolute piece of shit

people who hate selfship/ oc x canon artists (leave em alone theyre just doing what makes them happy)

Your Boyfriend Game

YBG Fandom

the creator of Your Boyfriend Game

redesign vids where the final redesign is actually shit

false allegations

Apphumans community

Deviantart

Fetish artists

ok I think that's it thanks for reading I added WAY too much on this list.

EDIT: some of these didn't age well lmao. For starters, I don't hate Stamper as much anymore. I kinda overreacted a bit. I kinda forgive him now soo uh yeah. Sorry for spreading misinfo :(

EDIT 2: NVM STAMPER IS MY OPP AGAIN. DO NOT ASK WHAT HAPPENED, ITS QUITE COMPLICATED. IMMA KEEP THE OLD EDIT THOUGH CAUSE IT FUNNY AF

[redheadbigshoes]

That anti-terf-posts thinks that being anti ""bi lesbian"" means being a terf...

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE MY EYES SEEN??? 💀

Protecting our label from lesbophobes isn't being "discriminatory", mspecs have a lot of options, like, if you're attracted to multiple genders but you've got a preference for some in particular, there's omnisexual, but please, leave us alone! 💀

People thinking being anti “bi lesbian” = terf is the proof they don’t know what terf means.

It’s literally the opposite. A lot of people use the “bi lesbian” label for transphobic reasons. Usually people against that label recognize trans men are men (therefore they’re not included in lesbianism) and trans women are women (therefore they are included in lesbianism). Not to mention (something I’ve said multiple times) how usually “bi lesbian” supporters are the ones saying transphobic things like comparing trans men with butches and trans women with femboys.

“Bi lesbians” are either bisexuals allergic to use the bi label or lesbians in denial.

[thedysphoriadiaries]

A Little Update

I am tired. I haven't been able to sleep, despite already trying to do so for the past two hours. I really need to get those melatonin pills.

Either way, I guess I'll be taking a little break from this blog. After all, I suppose you already know that I have no intention of helping myself.

I am still scared of things like what I'll lose, whether it's a mistake, whether I'm using transitioning to cover up for something that I overlooked. That's pretty fucking rich coming from someone who's literally taken time to talk about why they're not a femboy instead of screaming about wanting estrogen (which I kinda accepted that I'm not getting in my (relatively short) lifetime). NO THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION TO GIVE ME THOSE PILLS LEAVE ME ALONE AND NO NO HEADPATS OR HUGS

I don't want to be a burden. Even if that means sacrificing more parts of myself so that others see a living façade of a dead thing. However, I can only sacrifice so much of myself before I die.

I just... want not to see the girls that I envy, or would rather be, when I close my eyes. After all, I don't need to torment myself any longer when I know that I'll just never be one of them, and that pretty much nobody is going to care about who I am, what I am, or what will become of me.

Is that too much to ask?

...

Maybe I should get some sleeping pills. It's getting painful to just stay awake, knowing that my issues pale in comparison to others. Others I know have broken families. I am lucky compared to them. Others I know have suffered through greater mental trauma than I do/did, and survived. My strength is nothing, next to theirs. It's painful knowing that next to nobody cares, not even myself.

Maybe being trans isn't a choice, but the very act of questioning your own place in society is. I could just... choose not to question it, and in turn, avoid the pain, right?

...why did my ex-partner refer me to one of the two people who told me I wasn't crazy? I clearly have something wrong with me. After all, I don't see regular people acting like I do. They don't simp for literally every single person that catches their eye (AS IF YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND THE PAIN OF ENVYING YOUR COLLEAGUES, OF ALL PEOPLE. SOME OF THEM ARE MARRIED, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME). They don't want to be included so badly into social groups that they know they cannot fit into. (for example, the respective social perceptions of girls and boys mean that even though I want to be a part of the girls as a girl, my bodily differences will inexorably lead to differences in the way that I am being perceived in contrast to- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL READING THIS FOR? GET OUT OF HERE.)

...

I need help.

Then again, you and I both know that I'm not going to help myself, so my previous statement was moot.

Goodnight. Hopefully I don't get nightmares about conscription this time.

... How am I going to live the rest of my life like this?

[lycandrophile]

just saw a tiktok where someone listed off a few different descriptions of trans people in a row, and they were literally all just described using gender labels and pronouns...

...EXCEPT, of course, the “short transmasc”, because apparently that was a necessary detail to include (/s) even though there wasn’t a single other body descriptor (much less one that could very obviously make someone, including the person in question, dysphoric)

people will really just constantly describe every transmasc person as “short cute babyface twink softboy femboy” and like. not see the issue with assuming that’s how every single one of us wants to be perceived??

like sure some of us might want to be seen that way, or at least as some aspects of it, but why do they seem to think it’s synonymous with transmasculinity in general!!!! it’s fucking weird!!!!! leave us alone!!!!!

[lesser-vissir]

Let's just,,, go over another example of the transmisandry crowd just,,,, completely misunderstanding the concept of intersectionality

Transmisandry and misogynoir are not the intersections between being trans and being a woman or being black and being a woman, it's the intersections between transphobia and misogyny, and the intersection of antiblackness and misogyny.

Intersectionality is about the intersection of axis of oppression, not of fucking identities

Somewhat related but I think this is an important part of why transmisogyny should be considered its own axis of oppression rather than the intersection of transphobia and misogyny.

Under the current gender ideology of our system (patriarchy really only describes about a part of this system, and for funsies imma call this expanded definition Big Gender) there are four distinct axis of oppression: transmisogyny, exorsexism, transphobia, and misogyny.

If we define our Big Gender as: Everyone is either a man or a woman, and it is better to be a man.

We can then define the following

Misogyny: the tool through which women are subjugated under men for their perceived inferiority

Transphobia: the tool through which Big Gender enforces the gender binary

So where does that leave exorsexism and transmisogyny? You could try to place both under transphobia but that leaves off a lot of the distinct ways transphobia alone fails to fully account for the experiences of those who suffer from them since there is no real intersection by which you can generate them (despite transmisogynys name)

So, let's define exorsexism as the tool through which Big Gender sorts people into the gender binary

Now let's talk transphobia. It's a manifestation of the ways in which people's behaviours are policed based on the AGAB they were assigned through exorsexism. Given this definition we allow cis people to experience transphobia which I think is actually an important part of our definition since transphobia is a metric of how well you fit into your assigned gender and you are punished in correlation to how far you differ from that. Obviously being trans and outright rejecting your assigned gender is the highest form of dissent and is punished the most severely but including gnc cis people under this definition is critical to understanding Big Gender (not to mention how ridiculous it is to try and call the way a butch lesbian is treated for being butch something other than transphobia or the even more absurd assertation that cis male crossdressers and femboys don't experience transphobia).

Trying to claim that cis people do not experience transphobia is also why nonbinary people are told they must transition to experience transphobia. Where the idea of the True Transexual, transmedicalism, trenders and every other way through which the trans community tries to define who experiences transphobia comes from. It is CRITICAL that we accept that cis people experience transphobia otherwise there is no way to stop the community from harming itself.

Given that cis people can experience transphobia we can separate out many of the things misogyny (and in the same vein "misandry") currently accounts for. Women getting paid less than men is misogyny, but women being punished for wearing pants or not using makeup is transphobia. (And in the same vein men who are emotional or twinky aren't experiencing "misandry" but rather transphobia)

Since for a very long time, misogyny was the only lens through which Big Gender was analyzed these phenomena were placed within misogyny and as a result applied the same brush as misogyny in that it is how men oppress women. This is why various theories like misandry or toxic masculinity were brought up as some way to explain how men were harmed by misogyny. (We can also find here the origin of the TERF talking point about how gender dysphoria in people Big Gender calls women being dissatisfaction with misogyny) That is why it is important to both label it as transphobia (which it is) and also to dispel the notion of "misdirected" transphobia or misogyny. Misogyny only affects those Big Gender has deemed to be women and transphobia affects EVERYONE, though the extent is wildly different from person to person.

This also helps to account for the ways in which transphobia manifests itself in different ways for different communities. Emotional men in feminist spaces may instead be rewarded for that behaviour since it has been moved into the realm of "acceptable" behaviours for men.

I want to add an aside here about the concepts of passing, clocking, and perceived gender. Obviously none of these are "systemic" in the sense that a state or other governing body is enforcing them. However, anyone saying that is stupid. I'll just be mean about it. Interpersonal harm is systemic if the system will either reward them for it or turn a blind eye to behaviour it would otherwise punish.

"If a white man wants to lynch me, that's his problem. If he's got the power to lynch me, that's my problem. Racism is not a question of attitude; it's a question of power." Stokely Carmichael

Systemic doesn't mean "when the government takes away our right" (though that is a part of it) systemic is about the ability to enact bigotry without punishment both from governing bodies and your peers.

As a result, your perceived gender heavily influenced how transphobia will affect you. If you are read as a man, you will be punished for feminity and if you are read as a woman you will be punished for masculinity. Likewise, if you are read as a woman you will experience misogyny and if you are read as a man, you will be permitted to enact misogyny.

This is also useful for analyzing the dynamics of transphobia is communities that acknowledge chosen genders as a person's "true" gender. Trans men are given the power to enact misogyny even if they do not "pass" because they are recognized as men. Additionally, it is part of why nonbinary people are often heavily policed even in spaces that acknowledge binary trans people in that the gender binary wasn't erased, just the idea that you cannot *choose* your gender. Lots of what transmisandry people talk about can be properly understood under this framing.

Obviously if you get clocked you will immediately be shoved into the "correct" gender and experience transphobia or misogyny in line with that gender.

This brings us to an interesting question, does a person who is initially perceived to be a woman who is read as being actually a man get the right to enact misogyny?

I believe we can safely answer that question with a "no".

Why then, is that? Is it that sufficient gender deviance will result in someone considered by Big Gender to be a man losing their right to misogyny? No, otherwise gay men would not be allowed to enact misogyny. Nor would crossdressers or femboys or any number of men who experience heavy transphobia?

What then, is the tipping point? It is the rejection of the idea that being a man is better than being a woman. Heavy deviance from manhood is punished but since you still consider yourself a man (and society does as well), you still get the benefits that come with that role.

I would now like to pitch the idea that there is not a gender binary under Big Gender but rather a trinary: men, women, and tranny wherein trannies are men who rejected the idea that it is better to be a man.

We can then redefine misogyny as the tool through which non-men are subjugated under men.

And finally, we can define transmisogyny: the tool through which the idea of men's superiority is enforced

This is why trans women are denied both manhood and womanhood under Big Gender. To give them either would be to admit that it is not a universal truth that it is better to be a man. As such, it is decided that they were never men at all, and in fact we're trannies the entire time. Thus the sanctity of manhood is protected.

It is also through this gender trinary that the concepts of TME and TMA are born. Trannies are TMA and both men and women are TME.

As a result, despite both women and trannies suffering under misogyny together, women are also capable of enacting transmisogyny since trannies are afforded no social privilege and any attacks against them are either encouraged or ignored.

As such, TME trans people are still capable of enacting transmisogyny unless they have also been cast into the role of tranny. The vast majority of trans men will be TME but every trans woman is TMA.

The necessity of transmisogyny as a force separate from transphobia and misogyny is because fighting against either of those forms of oppression does not harm the bottom line of Big Gender. Fighting for women to have equal rights as men reinforces that being a man is better. Expanding acceptable behaviours for women to encompass those men have reinforces that men are better. Expanding those for men does nothing so long is it as seen as being for men (ie. crying is manly). Even transitioning ftm reinforces that idea.

Much in the same way that a movie criticizing capitalism only serves to reinforce it, all criticisms of Big Gender reinforce it. Except for one. Outright rejection of their core tenant. For capitalism it's that people must serve capital. Which is why a free breakfast program is shut down by the police but Noam Chomsky is safe to say whatever he wants. It's why trans women are deemed unacceptable to society, but wiggle room can be found for other forms of gender nonconformity.

As a sidenote, I think it would be more useful to view transphobia as being like racism than like misogyny in regards to how targets are chosen and affected. Misogyny is a simple binary of affected/not-affected but racism is very hierarchical and has varying degrees of harm caused to those lower on the hierarchy. This much in the same way that anti-blackness is the pinnacle of racism, transphobia against transitioning trans people can be considered the pinnacle of transphobia. And much like how the acknowledgement of anti-blackness doesn't erase the suffering and oppression of other non-white people, acknowledging that trans people who transition are more oppressed under transphobia than those who don't, does not erase the transphobia those people experience.

[captainlevisteacup]

Oooh, an idea has struck. The brothers reacting to Dom Male!MC reuniting with his childhood bestfriend in the Devildom, only their bestfriend is now a high ranking/powerful incubus who has a fuck ton of influence & money. (Not nearly as powerful as any of the brothers or Diavolo, of course, but you get the point)

And while normally a simple childhood friend wouldn’t be enough to bother the brothers, DM!MC’s Femboy CH!Bestfriend is the optimum of gorgeous, with a lithe & toned body and an “innocent” charm to him.

Spoiler Alert, CH!Bestfriend has been in love with DM!MC since they were kids (though it was just puppy love back then) and is determined to never let him get away from him again, resulting in him being extra clingy and needy.

Another Spoiler Alert, DM!MC’s childhood bestfriend may or may not be a mix of a “Worship” & “Self Sacrifice” Yandere.. (Look up “The Dere Types Wiki” if your confused)

You have some very interesting ideas😂 im so sorry this took so long, I didn't want to post it until I was back up to my full working capacity after getting injured and after breaking up with someone😁

Anyways, without further ado, here ya go😘

The Brother's Reactions to M! MC'S Yandere Childhood Incubus! Friend

Warnings: Violence, Language, Blood, VERY SLIGHT sexual themes, some non-consentual touching in Levi's section, brief mention of drugging in Beel's

Lucifer

At first, didn't think twice of MC having a childhood friend

But when he heard the word incubus

He got the smile on his face

You know the one

Lucifer "innocently" is around whenever the incubus is around

Its starts off small

Little poisoned glances from the incubus here and there

But eventually it escalated and turned into him putting a possessive arm around MC's waist

Lucifer snapped

The second the Incubus was alone, Lucifer followed him down an alley

Slammed that fucker against the wall and held him there by the throat

The incubus started laughing, even when Lucifer tightened his grip

"You'll never get rid of me. I have connections to everyone, Fallen Angel. I've loved him since before you even knew he existed, and a prissy peacock like you isnt gonna stop me from making him mine, even if I have to drug and kidnap him"

Lucifer only smiled and released him

The incubus smirked, daintily dusting off his lithe figure

Thinking he won, he shouldered his way past Lucifer

Only to stop short in horror

Deep growls greeted him

Lucifer didn't even bother hiding the screams of the incubus as Cerberus ripped into him

After a while, he signaled Cerberus to stop

As the incubus lies on the ground whimpering, Lucifer calmly says:

"Now that I've shown you just what I'm willing to do to protect MC, I'll make you a deal. MC cares about you, as a FRIEND. But his heart belongs to me and me alone, and mine belongs to him. If you can understand and respect that, I'll allow you near him. But one wrong word, one wrong placement of a hand, and I won't hesitate to finish you off myself. And believe me," he says with a dark chuckle "I won't be as gentle as Cerberus."

Mammon

This man immediately is on high alert

Someone trying to take what's HIS?

The incubus makes him more greedy than ever

Decides not to leave MC's side for a second

Even when he's sleeping

When Mammon can't help the incu-bitch (his nickname for the childhood friend) being around, he acts sort of like a child, which makes him look like a dick in comparison to the incubus's calm and innocent facade

Mammon tries to tell MC there's something up, but he just chalks it up to Mammon being Mammon

One day, MC randomly receives news from the human world that his mother contracted something contagious and was placed in ICU

The incu-bitch was, of course, right there when MC started tearing up, letting him cry into his shoulder

Mammon sees this and starts to protest

This leads MC to snap and tell Mammon he's being a child

Mammon leaves them be and thinks hard

Comes to the conclusion that maybe MC is right, and he begrudgingly decides to apologize to the incubus

As he approaches him, Mammon catches a glimpse of the Incubus's *expensive* phone

Unable to resist, he throws a coin against the wall in the opposite direction.

When he turns to look at the noise, Mammon snatches the phone and yeets off to his room

When he gets there, he opens the phone- no lock- and is startled by what he sees

A fake texting app, along with the messages telling MC his mother was sick

Mammon was about to run to find MC, when he heard a slight chuckle

Looking up, he saw the incubus...holding a knife

"You just couldn't stay away, could you? You've been a pain in the ass ever since I got here. But no matter, once MC sees how *cruel* you are to his defenseless childhood friend, he'll want nothing to do with you. And he'll be mine to fuck and own as I please."

Mammon gritted his teeth and ground out "Making MC think his mother was gravely ill just to get close to him when he's vulnerable? You're disgusting. I actually care about MC, and I respect them more than you ever will."

The incubus snorted, and raised the knife.

"Oi! What do ya think you're doing with that?" Mammon yelled

He raised the knife....and slashed it across his own arm

He then threw the knife towards Mammon, threw himself to the ground, and yelled out in pain

Suddenly, MC burst into the room

Mammon sputtered out a panicked explanation, but MC cut him off with a stare

He kneeled down next to his friend, who reached up with a bloody hand to cup MC'S face

MC put his hand over the incubus's....and sharply bent it backwards

He leaned down and whispered into his ear: "I heard everything, you little shit. Now, get the FUCK out of my house and away from my boyfriend, and don't even THINK of defiling my life with your presence ever again"

After he left, Mammon cautiously said "boyfriend, huh..?"

"Shut up mammon"

Levi

Oh, this won't do

Immediately feels threatened and triggered

He is the avatar of Envy, after all

His response?

Prove to MC nobody can know him as well as he can

He does this every single time the incubus is near

"MC, I got you your favorite drink!"

"MC, I ordered you some food. Don't worry, I already know what you like"

Flinches whenever the incu-bitch touches MC. It literally makes him cringe

His suspicions are confirmed when the incubus shoots Levi a malicious glance next time he touches MC

Levi snaps

Challenges the incubus to a video game duel

He surprisingly accepts

He cheats like hell and beats Levi

Levi goes into his demon form and rages

But MC thinks he's just being a sore loser

He tells Levi to back off and to go cool down

Once Levi storms off, the incu-bitch thanks MC for standing up for him

Then, he promptly tries to make a move on MC

He reaches out a hand to unbutton MC'S shirt

MC slaps his hand away, but not before noticing writing on the Incubus's hand

Before he can pull away, MC snatches his hand and sees cheat codes written on them

Gets super upset and tries to get up to apologize to Levi

The incubus pulls him back down by his wrist and pins them to the couch

"MC, don't you realize? You're all I want, all I need. I WORSHIP you, MC. And you're going to be mine. Nobody else can have you. And you're going to love me, whether you realize it right now or not. You'll learn with time to need me just as desperately as I need you"

Starts to take off MC'S clothes in spite of their fighting and protests, the incubus shushing him

"Shhhh, I know you don't see it, but this will make you see."

Levi slams open the door, tail lashing and face white with rage

"Get your normie hands the fuck off of my human. Now."

The incubus nopes the fuck out. He may be a high ranking incubus, but he still isn't as strong as one of the seven demon brothers.

Levi holds MC tightly as they fumble over an apology

"Shhh MC, its okay. I'm here now. Let's watch some anime and calm down together, yea?"

Satan

Do I even have to explain this one?

Is hostile as soon as MC even MENTIONS a childhood male friend, let alone an INCUBUS

Honestly, the Incubus is a bit scared of Satan

But, he decides he wants MC more than he fears Satan

So, he swallows his fear and patronizes Satan in tiny, unremarkable ways

Ways that would only be noticed by Satan

A stray hand here and there that lingers a LITTLE too long

Wiping a crumb from MC'S lips during a meal

Tucking a stray hair behind MC'S ear

Every last one of these actions makes his blood boil

It gets so bad that Satan is just in a perpetual state of rage, never leaving his demon form

Satan starts passive aggressively insulting the incubus's intelligence

"Oh, you mean you don't know how disestablishmentarianism impacted the overall congruence of Midwest society? Thats odd, its fairly simple. Practically common sense."

Is shocked when MC got livid at him, because he was being condescending for seemingly no reason

Starts to get angry at MC

"Can't you see? He's trying to turn you against me. Just LISTEN, DAMNIT!" He says as he grabs MC'S shoulders

The incubus barges in and shoves Satan away from MC

"Are you ok, MC? Did he hurt you?"

The amount of white hot rage in the room was tangible

He can't do it anymore

Slams the incubus against the wall

Knocks him to the ground

But when he falls down

A bunch of photos fall out of his jacket

Not normal photos

Horrifying ones

One of MC while he showers

One of MC sleeping

One of MC changing

Even one of MC and Satan having a steamy moment

MC goes still...and then SLAPS the shit out of the incubus.

He wordlessly turns to Satan, eyes pleading

"It would be my pleasure, MC" *evil grin*

Cue Satan dragging the incubus off by his hair

Asmo

P A S S I V E A G R E S S I V E

He sees this lovely incubus with NEARLY perfect hair, a lithe and toned body, and a seemingly innocent attitude, and he just wants him gone

He's been with plenty of Incubi, so he knows what they're like

Because of this, he doesn't want this one anywhere NEAR his darling MC

Comes up with a plan to use all his fashion design connections to outdress the incubus

He knows they're vain by nature, so he comes to the conclusion that this is the best course of action

But there's a problem

"Is that a statement piece from Priya Lacroix? She hasn't even released her collection yet"

Asmo.exe is not responding

He knows that HE is the only one Priya would ever give an early release to

So why does THE INCUBUS have her statement piece?

And WHERE is his phone?

Complains to MC, but MC doesn't take him seriously because he's too busy catching up with his friend

Asmo gets jealous and storms off to do a stress relieving skin routine

As MC and the incubus hang out, the incubus's phone goes off

Only...the ringtone is sinful indulgence

Mammon storms into the room

"AHA! I FOUND YA ASMO, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE- huh?"

"I/N? Why do you have Asmo's phone?"

"MC, you have to understand, I just want you to realize I'm the only right one for you. You NEED to realize you can't be with anyone else. Because you're mine, MC. You always have been."

Screeching could be heard in the distance, then footsteps quickly getting closer and closer

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY" Asmo yells as he slams open the door

"As if MC would choose a crusty, obsessive, STEALING, lying, probably STD having Incubus like you over me! Now give me my phone back and get out of here. And while you're at it, take off that Priya piece. There's a reason I'm the only one allowed early access."

Beel

Honestly doesn't think that much of it at first

He thinks its nice MC reunited with one of his childhood friends, and an Incubus at that

But when he meets the friend, something just feels off

He gets a weird sensation, and its not hunger

Its like his senses are on red alert

The incubus was nice enough to Beel, seemingly charming and genuine

But Beel couldn't help but feel rubbed the wrong way, with a sensation similar to seaweed against legs in the ocean

He doesn't want to mention this to MC, because he's convinced he's just overreacting

He feels a little sad that MC is too busy for him, but he does his best to give them time together

One night, he had made some food in the kitchen and decided to bring MC and I/N some

When he neared the door, he almost dropped the plate

He heard a loud thud, and MC saying "Hey, I said no, okay?"

He gently opened the door and looked at MC, who immediately forced a smile to his face

"Hey MC, I brought you guys some food. Is everything ok?"

"Thanks Beel, that's sweet of you. Everything's fine, I promise"

Beel relaxed a bit, although he still knew something was off.

The incubus excused himself to use the restroom, encouraging MC to eat without him

Beel and MC sat down, and Beel scarfed down his portion

Chuckling, MC offered his plate to Beel, who gladly accepted

The incubus opened the door shortly after with an expectant look on his face, as well as rope and a gag in his hands

Upon laying eyes on MC, a shocked expression came onto his face as his eyes darted between MC and the empty plate

"How are you still conscious?" He blurted

Confusion flashed across MC'S face. "What do you mean, I/N?"

"You drugged it, didn't you?" Beel spoke up.

"I thought it tasted odd," Beel continued "but I never would have guessed you would actually drug MC. I'm guessing you couldn't handle that MC rejected your advances, so you drugged the food while MC was distracted talking to me. Am I right?"

The incubus chuckled. "Guess I was wrong about you. You are more of a threat than you seem. Heh, I guess you're not just a talking stomach after all."

A loud smack could be heard shortly thereafter.

But the devastating blow didn't come from Beel

It came from an enraged MC

"Trying to drug me I could keep my cool over. If thats all you did I would have just told you to stay the hell away from me. But the SECOND you spoke to Beel like that, you signed your own death warrant."

Before he could react, MC summoned the brothers one by one, Beel explaining the situation.

"Well, MC, perfect timing as always. I was just beginning to get bored" Satan drawled

*screams*

Belphie

It takes a yandere to know one

Belphie doesn't want to alarm MC though, so he decides to outmaneuver the incubus without him noticing

It starts small, with I/N reaching out to put an arm over MC'S shoulder, and Belphie's arm already being there

Eventually, they start glaring daggers at each other the second MC looks away

After a while, Belphie decides to up the ante

Religiously falls asleep on MC when I/N is trying to spend time with him

Goads the incubus so much that he corners Belphie when he snaps and can't take any more

"Listen, I know exactly what you're doing. But if you think that YOU can take him away from me, you're sorely mistaken. MC is mine whether he likes it or not. And if it turns out to be the latter, well, let's just say he won't have much of a choice in the matter, nor will you have any control over it. Got that?"

Belphie does the one thing he knows will get the outcome he had painstakingly built up to the past couple weeks: he laughs

"Ah, you have a good sense of humor, know that? Funny stuff. All kidding aside, MC already belongs to me. So your child's play isn't gonna cut it. Got THAT?"

With a choked cry of fury, the incubus pulls out a knife and stabs Belphie

Belphie, having planned this, falls to the floor just as the door opens to reveal a shocked MC.

"BELPHIE! Shit, please be okay! What the FUCK is wrong with you, I/N?"

The stunned Incubus could only stammer out a couple words

"I- he...was gonna...tried to take what was mine. Tried to take you..."

MC laughed bitterly and shoved him to the floor.

"I don't know what sick world you're living in, but I belong to Belphie. I love him. And I hate YOU. Now I'll leave you be so you can deal with THAT. Ta ta." He says as he scoops up Belphie and heads out the door

"Deal with what?" I/N nervously asks after him, backing up warily

The incubus stops when his back hits something hard.

Gulping, he looks up...

"Hello, I/N, I'm Beel."

"Nice to...meet you? I imagine you're one of the brothers?" He replies shakily

Beel smiles. The light doesn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, I'm one of the brothers. You see, I'm Belphie's twin."

Across the house, Belphie smiles at the faint screams, MC curled up next to him after patching him up.

He succeeded in protecting what was his. He deserves a good nap. Holding MC tighter, he goes back to sleep.

[tothemeadow]

Can I request sub! Muichiro and femdom!reader again???👀👀 I'm literally having the time of my life reading your work cause you're the only author I know who writes femdoms and who writes them WELL sjfjsjfjsjdjdjd Thank you so much for your hard work honey 💕 take care ❤️

You think so? 🥺

‘a touch too much’ / Tokito M. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, assplay, handjobs, feminine boy

words: 1,954

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this, set in the Victorian Era

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Everybody knows what happens when Mistress has a favorite. They get more breaks, little gifts, the ability to spend time at your side rather than being a slave to the grind. They’re competitive, ruthless, trying to work harder than everyone else for their Mistress’ attention. They’d sabotage each other if they had the chance, try to make everyone else’s lives a living hell.

It’s why your manor is so spectacularly clean; the floors impeccably glossy, the wooden railways without a hint of dust, the yards kept so finely trimmed that it seems each blade of glass is individually cut. Your staff comes to your every beck and call, waiting, just waiting, for you to slip them a little note or pull them to the side. They’ve seen what happens when one is picked, when one is lucky.

The special treatments are one thing, sure. To be able to eat an exquisite dinner by your side, to be spoiled by riches they could only dream of. But there’s the other thing, the darker, more carnal side of the process. What they crave is the mark – a neat bite mark that sits high above the collar of the uniform, just taunting everyone else. If the staff are lucky enough, they get to hear the pleasured screams coming from your private quarters, the sharp smack of skin being bruised. No… what they crave the most is your touch.

It’s what drives Muichiro, along with everyone else. He commits himself to his work, scrubs at the floors and dusts the fine china until his fingers are numb. If one wishes to be noticed by the Mistress, their work skill must be superb, and they must keep up a proper aesthetic. He’s careful to keep his nails trimmed and neat, constantly keeps watch for cracked nails and broken skin. Luckily for him, he’s been graced with a lithe, feminine body; compared to the other male staff members, he doesn’t wear the usual button up and breeches, but a female maid’s uniform instead.

At first, he thought it was ridiculous, having to be forced to wear something so humiliating, but the head maid quickly informed him that Mistress has a certain affinity to femboys, or whatever that was supposed to mean. Over time, Muichiro’s gotten used to the constant breeze flowing under his skirts, the garters and socks clinging to his slender legs. He was advised to keep up on a skincare routine, to keep his pristine skin and healthy glow. You look so much like a doll, the head maid had said to him. Muichiro planned to use his looks to his advantage as much as he could.

Even now, as he’s bent over the floor, he purposely keeps his hair tied back in a loose ponytail – it’s perfect to keep his hair out of his face while working and it’s a useful handle to yank his head back. He’s alone for the time being, so he can relax as he scrubs the immaculate floor, wiping away the nonexistent dirt and grime. If he remembers correctly, it was imported from France, if the tiny golden roses imprinted in the tile is anything to go off on.

There’s a particular clacking that catches his attention. The usual flat soled shoes the staff members wear don’t make that noise; only the head butler and maid are permitted to have shoes with heels on them. However, they must be busy with their own duties, so that can only mean—

Snapping to attention, Muichiro arches his back just enough so it doesn’t seem like he’s doing in on purpose. Although the skirt to his uniform falls to his knees when he stands, he hikes it up even further his hips to show off more of his legs. As he suspected, you come around the corner, the heels of your imported boots clacking against the floor. He pretends like he doesn’t notice your presence at first – not until the toes of your boots come into his vision, anyway.

“Everything alright?” you say. Muichiro shudders at the smokiness of your voice, at the pure, sweet honey dripping from your tone. His thighs twitch, a surge of warmth filling his lower belly.

“Mistress,” he says lightly. Setting his scrub brush to the side, he wipes his hands on his apron as he sits back on his haunches. “My apologies for not noticing you before.”

By god do you look absolutely stunning in your dress. The color of rich wine, it clings to your shape wonderfully, the thick swell of your breasts and hips accentuated by the tight cording of your corset. Muichiro can’t help but stare at your bare shoulders and neck, the delicate velvet choker wrapped around it so enticingly. With you standing over him like this, he’s feeling incredibly weak, mind turning hazy as he focuses on your polished lips.

“Working out here by yourself… Must be lonely,” you say absentmindedly. Your gaze flicks over his face and down his chest before it settles on his hands, which are folded neatly in his lap. You look back up to his face. “What’s your name?”

Muichiro’s heart kicks in his chest. “Muichiro, Mistress,” he tells you. “My name is Muichiro.”

You cock your head at him. “Well, Muichiro, why don’t you take a break? You look terribly parched.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice; shooting up from the floor, Muichiro quickly smooths his skirt and hair to make himself a bit more presentable. “I’d be honored, Mistress.”

“Fantastic,” you say. You grace him with a wonderous smile, something so utterly breathtaking that Muichiro honestly believes he might feel faint.

It starts off innocently enough – escorting him to your private study, requesting someone bring up a pot of tea (the maid who brought the tray up glared daggers at Muichiro), settling for some idle chit chat. Muichiro enjoys the time he gets to spend in your company, your luscious voice music to his ears. And maybe that’s what does it, the precious lull of your voice, your dazzling eyes. Or maybe the head maid is right and you do like seeing pretty boys like him in skirts and dresses.

Either way, in a wild spur of events, Muichiro finds himself bent over your mahogany desk, abdomen pressed to the glossy surface. The skirts of his uniform are bunched around his slender waist, his legs spread as your hands grope his perky ass. Okay, so maybe he doesn’t wear under on most days since he’s hoping you’d notice him. Maybe he’s already rock hard, his cock leaking precum.

“You walked around like this all day, doll?” you husk. He shudders at the pet name. “You were expecting this, huh? Looking all pretty, knowing that your little cock is hanging between your legs like some lewd whore.”

Muichiro stutters on a refusal, wanting to say no, he’s not a whore, but then you grab his asscheeks in such a way that it makes his heart leap to his throat. He’s not a dirty boy. He’s not.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, huh?” you breathe, dropping low over his back. Your painted lips brush against the shell of his ear; you nip at the earlobe, emitting a slight moan from him. “Admit it, doll. Tell me you were hoping that I’d bend you over my desk like this.”

“I-I didn’t—”

He cuts himself off with a cry as you spank his ass. You do it again and again, getting harsher with each strike. Muichiro scrambles on your desk, his blunt nails scratching at the surface. His cute little ass is beet red, both from your spankings and his embarrassment. He can’t deny the way his cock bobs with each spanking, how delightful it is whenever his cockhead gets caught on the material of his skirts.

“This will only be easier for you if you do as your mistress tells you.”

Oh, fuck. A whimper bubbles from the back of Muichiro’s throat. He hastily licks at his lips, tries to maintain his grasp on reality. “Mistress,” he squeaks, “I want you to fuck me.” He sounds so submissive, so pathetically weak. But he continues, throwing all caution to the wind in hopes that you would give him what he wants. “I always wanted you to flip my skirt and have your way with me.” And, to really sell his point, he cranes his neck to look at you over his shoulder. “Please, Mistress.”

You coo at his little show, your fingers tracing over the swell of his ass. “Doesn’t this little whore know how to charm a person,” you grit. Nudging your foot between him, you lightly kick at his ankles, forcing him to spread his legs. “Let your mistress see everything,” you purr. Muichiro moans as your tongue flicks at his ear.

Dropping to a crouch, you admire the sight before you. His ass is just so cute, so delightfully round and perky that you just want to bite it. His cock hangs heavily between his legs, curved towards his stomach and smearing precum all over the inside of his skirt. Reaching between his spread legs, you cup his balls, fondle them in your palm. Muichiro jolts at the feeling, his face pressing itself to the desk. He’s panting so fucking hard, and it feels like he’s going to burst.

Your hand reaches in even further, fingers wrapping around his cock and pumping it a couple of times. Muichiro’s breath hitches as your fingertip collects the precum beading on his cockhead and spreads it all over his length, the sounds getting wetter and wetter as you continue to jerk him off.

“Mistress,” Muichiro pants, “fuck – ah – that feels so good…”

He whines when you remove your hand; it quickly turns into a surprised squeal as you grab onto both of his asscheeks and pull them apart. The cool air hits his exposed hole, leaves his shivering violently. There’s the sound of you clearing your throat and then he’s wet down there. With a high-pitched keen, Muichiro tries to jerk away as your tongue suddenly flicks over the tight ring of muscle. You hold him still, though, your nails digging into his flesh as a warning.

“D-don’t use your tongue like that,” Muichiro squeaks. “It – unh – feels weird…”

Instead of answering, though, you lightly tap his ass and plunge your tongue into him. The noise that leaves Muichiro’s mouth is nothing short of animalistic; surely, all of the staff members in the manor could hear him. You do it again and again, your tongue thrusting in and out of him. Everything is too hot, too stuffy. Muichiro can’t breathe, can’t think. All he can do is call out for his mistress, beg for more, more, more. Your lips suckle around his hole, the sounds filling the room absolutely sinful.

Muichiro can’t believe what’s happening. Your lips and tongue are heavenly, so fucking good that it’s making him see stars. Your fingers tease his cock, his balls, his perineum—

Another ragged moan rips itself from the depths of his chest as Muichiro suddenly cums, thick spurts of white ruining the material of his skirt. He’s panting wildly, his eyes going wide as he realizes just what happened.

“My, my,” you purr, drawing away. “I can’t say that’s the quickest I’ve made someone cum, but it’s up there.” The tip of your finger pushes past the ring of muscle, replaces the spot where your tongue was. Muichiro’s velvety walls clamp down around the digit, a shaky groan slipping from his lips. “Tell you what, doll. We’ll have your stamina built up in no time. Do you like the sound of that, you filthy whore?”

“Yes! Yes, oh fuck yes!”

[c-c-cherry]

What's the most embarrassing thing each of the Bucci gang has done/has had happen to them?

Ok I took WAY too long on this but I loved this question so much and it was so fun coming up with these. Special thanks to my girl @jjadegreen for helping me!!

**This isn’t NSFW but I’d say its teen and up just because of some of the stuff talked about hehe**

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Mista

-Pre-canon Mista was a bit sick one night so Bruno made him stay home while they all went on this one mission

-So naturally he’s like “HELL YEAH HOME ALONE”

-Bruno forgets his wallet and had to come back a little while later to get it and walks in on him wearing the following:

One of Abbacchio’s signature goth dress robe thing

Like 12 of Bruno’s barrettes all sticking to the top of his head

Fugo’s tie

Narancia’s bandana

All while BLASTING K-Pop at full volume in the living room. And our man is INTO IT. This isn’t just some radio coincidence shit, he was SCREAMING the lyrics. He owns the CDs.

-Bucciarati LOSES IT. Mista has never been so mortified in his life and Bruno has never laughed so hard in his life.

-He promises not to tell the rest of the gang but tells him it’s officially blackmail material

-They never speak of it again but at Christmas Mista opens Bruno’s gift and it's a brand new K-pop CD and everyone thinks its just a gag gift but like

-He definitely listens to it later alone in his room

Bucciarati

Bruno Bucciarati does not get drunk for two main reasons:

He blacks out every time

He’s an absolute lightweight

-The last time Bruno got absolutely piss drunk, he was with Abbacchio and it wasn’t even funny. It was just surreal because Bucciarati never lets himself go to such an extent

-For whatever reason Bruno is like “hey I never drink we should go to the bar or something” after a successful mission

-Even though the legal age of drinking is technically 16 in Italy they leave “the kids” home to watch mean girls or some shit

-Mista tags along too because he’s worried Bruno will get drunk and spill about the unfortunate “K-pop incident”

-My man Bruno drank like two beers and was immediately GONE like he got up and got lost in the bar after way too many drinks and ran into a drag Queen with Abbacchio’s hair

-Said drag queen became Bruno Bucciarati’s new drinking buddy

-He stumbles over to the karaoke contest and gets onstage and grabs the shitty bar mic and screams “THIS GOES OUT TO LEONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWUA TWO YEARS HONEY~” and Mista is just like 👁👄👁

-Because uhhh they have literally been together for two years but everyone in the gang just thinks its a weird on/off thing because they never talk about it

-He sings dancing queen because its by ABBA and both Leone and Mista are fucking screaming with laughter and Abbacchio is filming the entire goddamn thing

-He buys the entire bar drinks they all love him so much

-Afterwards Leone tries to get them home so he leaves them outside while he takes a piss and when he walks back out THEY ARE GONE.

-Mista thought it would be a perfect time for them to get tattoos because his fucking capo is drunk off his ass and there is no better time

-Mista gets these two giant smoking guns on his back and his ass is in SO MUCH PAIN afterward that he leaves Bruno alone while he’s picking out his tattoo to get ice cream

-When he comes back Bruno has a tattoo ON HIS LEFT FOOT THAT SAYS “Never don’t give up.” The tattoo people tried to correct him but he insisted

-Abba finds them and is just like “jesus god” and takes them all to a hotel because there is no way in hell he’s taking them back home like this

-The next morning Bruno remembers absolutely NOTHING and as the gang admires Mista’s giant tattoo they ask if Bruno got one too and he’s like “god no I’m not that irresponsible”

-As soon as they’re alone Abba’s like “you got one on the bottom of your foot” and you can just see the moment Bucciarati’s soul leaves his body

Fugo

-Ok so if y’all didn’t know Fugo literally canonically wears a thong

-This isn’t sexualizing him (also I am indeed a minor don’t harass me) it's just a fact of life. You do you Fugo.

-So he sneaks out of the house once in a while and goes shopping for them cause our man’s gotta live, you know?

-He pops in the underwear store one day and you wanna know who he fucking passes by in the lingerie section?

-Bruno fucking Bucciarati.

-Which isn’t exactly a surprise considering he’s wearing visible lingerie in his tiddy window outfit but like

-That’s like running into your dad at femboy hooters

-Much to his dismay, the man spots him immediately and there’s just this...awkward silence as Fugo is holding this shopping basket of underwear and Bruno is holding the raunchiest piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life

-They never talk about it again. Fugo finds a different store.

Abbacchio

-The most mortifying moment Abbacchio can live to remember is the first time he told Bucciarati that he loved him

-Pre-canon, our man is NOT having a vibing time

-He gets absolutely wasted with while Bruno’s at his apartment

-He’s the most miserable drunk, so he’s just fucking sobbing and Bucci is sitting there trying to console him and Abbacchio just looks up at him with tears streaking down his face and says “I’m in love with you” and the look on Bruno’s face just makes him feel even more miserable

-The entire night he keeps blubbering about how much he loves him and how much he means to him and how beautiful he is and the entire time Bruno is doing that thing where he tries to cover his face with his hand because our man is mega FLUSTERED up in here

-When he wakes up he remembers EVERYTHING and he wished he didn’t because then maybe he would be able to say that he didn’t mean it

-Bruno is surprisingly just like “Did you really mean it?” and he can’t lie so he just tells the truth and he’s just nonchalantly like “me too”

-Bruno thinks it’ll be a nice wedding story and Abbacchio no longer wants to live on this planet

Narancia

-Mista and Narancia are vibing in the living room one night and Nara tells Mista to grab his gameboy from upstairs

-He says its under his pillow (or else Bruno will take it away every night hehe)

-But you wanna know what else is under Narancia’s pillow? His Diary. No, it’s not a journal or just a blank book, Mista finds a book titled DIARY.

-And the shit in there is priceless.

“Bucciarati is sooo cool. I tried cutting my hair like his, but it didn’t really work. I think I gotta wear this hat for the next couple weeks. Shit. Fuck. If someone takes it off, I’m so fucked.”

“I clogged up the toilet yesterday and was too scared to tell Abba, so I just flushed it again but then the water wouldn’t stop flooding everywhere so I used Aerosmith to explode the toilet and told Abba that it was a stand attack. He believed me. If ANYONE ever finds out, I’m dead.”

“HOLY SHIT. I swallowed a tide pod yesterday and freaked out so I made Giorno turn it into a grape in my stomach with his stand. I almost DIED. But I didn’t so I’m over it. If Giorno ever tells anyone, I’ll kill him.”

-Narancia realizes about ten minutes after Mista left that HOLY SHIT HIS DIARY

-he finds Mista three quarters way through it and gives him $50 not to tell anyone about it.

-The shame never leaves, though

Trish

-Jade gave me a cute headcanon that Trish’s mom was still only teaching her how to properly put on makeup before she died (it's not like there was youtube or anything to teach her either) so our girl Trish only knows the basics

-She puts on lip gloss and blush and mascara and stuff but she’s never even TOUCHED eyeliner and rarely puts on eyeshadow. She doesn’t even wear concealer most of the time (she honestly doesn’t even need to, her skin is baby soft smooth)

-So long story short she kind of misses her mom and remembers how her mom was going to teach her a smokey eye before she died and is determined to teach it to herself now

-So she pulls a little heist and snatches some of Abbacchio’s makeup while they’re all out doing stuff

-She was not prepared for how heavy this shit was. She was used to the lighter, more natural stuff but Abba’s makeup is EXTREME.

-All of his stuff is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off while he’s crying at 3am and it’s just this—dark, heavy stuff.

-She actually hasn’t used a thick, real tube of lipstick before, only those little gloss tubes with the stick because she has smaller lips so when she crouches over with a small makeup mirror in fear of anyone somehow walking in on her and smears Abbacchio’s thick, dark purple lipstick on her lips, she knew she was absolutely fucked. She has no idea how to do this shit, especially not with dark, heavy goth makeup

-The smokey eye does not work. It’s just smeared eyeshadow EVERYWHERE, it looks like she has two giant, awful, black eyes and her first attempt at eyeliner was just—unspeakably horrible

-She has no idea where to start so she just puts on way too much of absolutely everything and immediately regrets it the moment she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror

-Abba comes home early and immediately realizes that some of his makeup is gone and he knows it has to be Trish

-He walks upstairs to confront her but just hears loud, ugly sobbing coming from her room and bursts in only to find her desperately trying to wipe off layers of caked-on water-proof makeup and absolutely failing

-The two of them spend all night taking it off all while Trish is still crying teary apologies to him

-To add in some wholesome Dadbacchio, he teaches her how to properly put everything on the next day <3

Giorno

-Some people forget that as a 15 year old, Giorno sometimes has absolutely no impulse control

-So when Polnareff tells him that he’s the spitting image of his evil, murderous, vampire dad he’s immediately like “haha well I’m gonna go dye my hair now”

-Everyone had something to do that day/night so Giorno waltzes over to the nearest drug store and grabs one of those at-home dying kits (he got dark green cause he thought it would look cool with his new outfit)

-He gets home and has absolutely no idea what he’s doing so he just thinks it’ll work out somehow

-Soooo yeah he does NOT put it in properly at all, he just kind of takes the shit and slathers it all over his hair and doesn’t do his roots and doesn’t put it up and leaves it dripping down his back and stuff and his stupid ass FALLS ASLEEP with the hair dye in

-He wakes up and the sheets are this really awful light green colour but he doesn’t pay any mind to it

-He looks in the mirror and from the front it actually looks good and he gets all excited and decides to wash it out

-When he gets out of the shower it’s this awful disgusting light light ugly green and he almost cries. Almost.

-It looks like someone dunked him in that Nickelodeon slime and he looks at the package and it says the dye will stay in for at least 3 weeks and there aRE TEARY EYES

-He spends the next hour in the shower trying to wash it out. It does not wash out.

-Utterly defeated with his hair matted and donuts practically falling apart, he stumbles over to his room and tries to wash the sheets covered in slime-coloured hair dye which *surprise!!!* doesn’t wash out either!

-He must dispose of the evidence, but of COURSE they’re out of garbage bags so he shoves all the dye kit stuff and the sheets into a mafia body bag and chucks it by the garbage can outside without a single thought

-Which he SHOULD have had a single thought about it, because when they get home and Narancia spots the body bag he’s like “holy shit guys I think Giorno killed someone while we were out”

-So they all panically pop into the house and cautiously try to find Giorno. Fugo finally finds him pacing around his room in the dark and when he flicks on the lights HO-LY SHIT.

-Fugo obviously bursts out into laughter and Bruno books it up the stairs and also starts cackling and Narancia is like “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED SOMEONE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!” and Giorno has to explain to them that the body bag is filled with stained bedsheets (much to his embarrassment)

-Abbacchio takes so many pictures and Giorno is having a nervous breakdown because he cannot live with his hair looking like this

-Bruno makes Abba fix it the next morning and he loves every second of Giorno’s mortification

-The pictures Abbacchio took of that night are framed next to the pictures of Bruno’s wasted karaoke night in his room

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Thank you for the ask, anon!! I’m absolutely exhausted now haha so I’ll scroll through the rest of the asks when I wake up!!

[milkacchan]

Request for @we-mentally-unstable :DON’T BE SHY PRETTY PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO OF THE HOOTERS READER 🥺🤲🏼

Y e s

A little bit of plot to this one??

Mayhaps I'll make like actual scenes 😳😳

• After their first time at the restaurant

• You'd assume the fun was over and they'd leave you alone

• SIKE

• They frequent themselves often

• Mina lowkey considers getting a job their too because the tips you're making is crazy

• if she was good with time management she would

• And they always request you 🥰

• And if you try to guide someone else to them they throat punch you 🥰

• And your manager would kill you if you told them not to stay bc she loves them with her whole heart 🥰

• To the point of free milkshakes jfc 🥰🥰

• At this point, some of them go along just for the food bc they usually get a discount for being high schoolers

• In a hero course

• and the manager loves them

• Uraraka hasn't had to actually pay for her food since the first time they all came in

• She's a lil embarrassed about it so you say you're covering it instead of the manager knows you're struggling and doesnt want you to go broke but also wants you to eat

• To see that you have such a mom manager they feel a lot more at ease about you working there

• she wont let anything happen to you

• Bakugou finds a lot more amusement in this than he originally thought

• You always get salty when they come in

• And your personality does a whole 180 when you're working and you cant curse them out

• "I'm sorry they did what??"

Bakugo raises an eyebrow from the couch as he listens to your conversation on the phone.

"They changed the shirts, they're cropped for the rest of the month,"

"Why????"

"I don't know, something about femboy hooters,"

He snorts. Now he HAS to drag the squad in, just to torture you

• Sometimes its JUST the bakusquad

• and when it's just the bakusquad it gets interesting

• Minas loud

• and that's okay you love her

• cannot be mad at her tm

• but you wont hesitate to throat chop Denki, Sero, or Bakugou

• Kirishima jus wants food 🥺

• He'll bother yoruba little but not too much

• Anyway, so he's mentally preparing himself to go in w the squad

• He's yet to tell the others they're going for lunch because the shirts got changed

• And he wants to annoy you because you pissed him off like 2 days ago

• Anyway they walk in

• And there you are

• Taking an order, smile bright on your face, cheeks pink

• Wait cheeks pink???

• Sero gasps

• Denki is stuttering

• Minas enjoying the view quietly

• Kirishima is looking away, leaning on Mina

• He's red

• God you were fit

• Bakugou is too preoccupied with the fact that you're BLUSHING at some younger person in front of you too register that your stomach is bare

• you eventually turn, walking away to place the order

• And when you finally see them you stop, looking horrified again

• You immediately move to cover your stomach

• Mina grins and hugs you

• Sero and denki are still having strokes. Your stomach?? Amazing. 10/10. More toned than they remember

• "Were you blushing??"

"Shut the fuck up, Katsuki." You seethe, looking down

• "HEY EVERYONE SOMEONE IS FLIRTING WITH Y/N AT WORK" Denki tells everyone of course

• The class goes in on a sunday

• They were NOT prepared.

• Bakusquad had failed to mention change in uniform

• Ohohoho, that was interesting

• Once again, Shoji is glad he's wearing a mask because that man is bright red

• And once again Deku is a stuttering mess, unsure of where to look

• Ojirou is too shy for this

• Hes using his tail to hide 🥺

• Sado brought you food tho since your breaks were short and he knew you'd be busy

• He doesn't really care about how much you're showing. Not anymore.

• Uraraka is already talking to the manager with Momo, Mina, and Jirou. Telling her how splendid you looked in the uniform

• The girls agree, nodding and adding on

• You're a blushing and horrified mess, with a strong urge to cover yourself

• Tokoyamis like 'need my jacket? I can give you the jacket,"

• Probably woulda made it worse if you had taken him up on the offer

• you in one of the boys clothes while in THAT??

• Not a good idea

• so like 15 minutes into being there, Bakugou spots the person you'd been talking to earlier in the week when they'd come in

• and there you go, fuckin blushing again

• He elbows Kirishima who quickly catches on and it spreads around the table

• Of course, they all watch, whispering amongst eachother in hushed voices and small laughs

• Because you of all people are red

• And of course they bring it up.

• "So...got a new special friend then, huh," denki grins, eyes lidded

"Looks like you're having fun~" Mina leans in.

"Fuck off, it's not like that. I'm just not used to compliments." You mumble. "They're a friend who gives lots of those,"

• S h o c k e d

• and SAD

• LITCHRALLY they all make a pact right there to give you those damn compliments bc 1. They wanna make you happy and 2. They want to fuck with you and make you brush lmaoo

[bubbelpop2]

Gay and Tumblr etiquette: a guide

This is a compilation of rules that keep the lgbt community a safe space for all. A lot of the older gays are getting sick of seeing recycled bigotry, and we’re here to tell you what the general opinions are in the real world. Some of the content in this post contains not necessarily gay content, but cay culture. Gay culture is all about the lack of heteronormative toxicity, the promotion of critical thinking, teaching the youth that they need to rely on themselves and friends instead of the government, because the government doesn’t really care, and the abolition of White Christian ethics being forced onto people.

You need to read this essay. [x] You need to know your history. It’s important, you need to know it. This is the baseline you need to know. ACAB.

If you want to know more than just the baseline: [ here ]

Don’t debate transphobes, racists, or n@zis. Don’t debate them, block them. Do not reply. You are giving them a place to express themselves. This emboldens closeted racists and transphobes. Don’t do it.

If you disagree with someone who isn’t any of the above, carefully consider their argument. Could they be right? Is it a lesson that you’re just not ready for? Block them, ponder their words, and consider your stance on the subject. Only a fool walks away from an argument more convinced than ever that they are correct.

Pedophiles are not in the lgbt community. Pedophilia is not a kink nor is it a sexuality. It has been proven to be a mental illness in which the brain is shaped and ordered incorrectly. 

“Queer” Is not an inherently harmful term. It is a term that the community has reclaimed, and many people identify as queer. By calling someone who is queer “gay” or policing THEIR right to be called queer, you are erasing history. Queer is a term that people have used in the lgbt community since before stonewall. Queer isn’t your term to take away, especially if you’re not queer. 

“Gay” Is an umbrella term. If someone LIKES being called “gay”, no matter what the complex rules of their attraction are, respect it. Don’t insist that they belong in a certain box according to your definition of different sexualities. 

If someone is questioning their sexuality, don’t push them. The point is for them to FIND OUT what they’re attracted to, and what they like best. Whether they turn out to be gay, straight, bi, or ace, leave them the hell alone. Especially if they’re a kid.

“Terfs” used to be called “political lesbians” because people who were not wlw would take over lgbt spaces and advocate to “kill all men” and would point actual wlws against men. This is terrible. Bisexual wlws deserve to express their sexuality fully without judgement. Trans lesbians deserve to express their gender without judgement. ANYBODY who is amab or trans, or attracted to amab or trans people, deserves a safe place to express themselves. We got rid of these “political lesbians” and stopped them from poisoning the minds of bisexuals and trans men. We can do it again. 

(” queer is a slur “ was started by terfs. stop saying it if you’re not a terf.)

Nonbinary is not a fad. Nonbinary people have always existed. It is not new, and you are not allowed to police other people’s gender.

There are a lot of things to gender as a whole. Your gender, what you identify as, is a large part of your identity. Some people identify as female, some people identify as male, and some people identify as neither, both, or any combination of any other genders! This may be confusing, but that’s okay. You don’t need to completely understand someone’s gender, and someone may not even understand their own! What IS important is that you respect their gender expression.

Gender expression is mostly just two things. Pronouns, and Presentation. Pronouns (He/She/They/Xhey/Ect) are for the person who has them. Pronouns don’t have to “match” your gender. Your presentation doesn’t have to “match” your gender, either. It’s all about your comfort. You don’t have to understand someone’s gender identity, but you DO have to respect their name and pronouns. Always.

Mogai is a great term, even if it’s not popular. Mogai is an all-inclusive term for all people who are not allocishet.

Being ace does not make you straight. Being aro does not make you straight. Straight = You are actively and wholly attracted to the opposite gender. It is the lack of attraction to the opposite gender that includes them in the community, as well as the constant harassment from both straight and gay people for being “broken”

“Femboy” Is not an inherently harmful term. Calling a trans woman a “Femboy” without her permission is. People who use the term to refer to themselves, or to refer to people who are comfortable with the term, are not infringing upon anybody. You need to stop taking away terms from gay people because of what transphobic pieces of shit do. Yes, shitty transphobes refer to trans women in porn as femboys. This doesn’t mean that who the term was ORIGINALLY meant for, which is, gay feminine men, can’t use it to describe themselves. This is far too similar to “queer is a slur” for me to change my mind on this. A lot of people identify as femboys, and use the term for their comfort, leave them alone.

Truscum and Trumeds are gross. Their entire personality is built off of policing other trans people’s identities. They want trans people to act like they’re cis, and conform to heteronormative societal standards. Their opinion is that it’s flamboyant trans people’s fault that cis people are transphobic. Which is simply not true. Transphobes are Transphobes because they’re bigots. It is never, in any shape or form, the fault of the oppressed for being oppressed. Ever.

Your love for the oppressed should come before your hatred of the oppressor. This does not mean that you expressing your hatred is “performative” in any way. You’re allowed to hate the oppressor, verbally, and often, so long as you, personally, know which is more important.

It is not okay to call people out. Calmly talking to people, or simply blocking them, is best. It is not okay to send hate anons. It is not okay to interact with bigots willingly. It is not okay to do something that is mean-spirited.

Be gay do crimes. (As in, fuck the police, they’ve always been against every minority. Including us.)

Disabled people are beautiful and loved. All gay spaces should be accessible.

The people that lead the protest that sparked lgbt rights across the world were black trans women. Remember that. Remember it good and well. 

Autism isn’t shameful. People with autism are worthy of respect and admiration.

Punk culture is antifa and gay culture. Bigots like punk fashion, and dress in punk fashion. We call these people “posers” and they should be beaten if spotted being a bigot at a punk function. Punk culture is all about being against the systemic oppression of the lower class and marginalized. Many punks go to protests for human rights and better work qualities. 

It is neve okay to police someone else’s identity. Period. 

It is never okay to police someone’s kinks. Pay attention to actual abusers and rapists, not fictional and 100% consensual scenarios.

Child touchers get their heads bashed in with baseball bats.

It’s not okay to bully people for shipping anything. Yes, anything, including abusive ships. Quit telling people to kill themselves over fictional people. What you SHOULD be worried about, is straight white boys who romanticize REAL abuse towards REAL people, not people just minding their own business and expressing themselves via FICTIONAL characters. Don’t tackle ships, tackle rape culture in real life. Go outside. 

It is never okay to police someone’s writing, art, or artistic expression. Yes, dark and violent content included. The idea that you can be punished for thoughts or expression of thoughts, regardless of if you’ve ACTUALLY harmed anyone, is white and Christian purity culture. If you think this is okay, read this: [x]

The above is in the same mindset of soccer moms that say “people who play video games are inherently violent” which is simply not true at all. Here’s an interesting post on a similar topic that will interest you: [x]

Just follow lace code. Doc martens have a lace code in the punk community, If you’re not a racist, follow the lace code. 

mosh pit etiquette [x]

more about gay punk: [x]

That’s all I could think of for now! Any other queer elders wanna have a stab at it?

[alchemic-elric]

Truth Serum || Accepting

@gcldenchild​ asked: 

[truth]

“ lun’, doesn’ … all this stuff freak y’ out - ? with th’ whole two of us thing. i just - ‘ve been tryin’ t’ wrap m’ head ‘round it… a-an’ th’ fact she seemed t’ know.”

“ … i-i don’ e’en know if there’s anythin’ left — ‘a my world, other than those bits n’ pieces … i-i couldn’… i couldn’ find m’ mom’s grave a’ywhere.

‘s … ‘s scarin’ m’. what if i end up disappearin’, too? ”

 It’s been such an awkward existence since Sol came onto the scene with his three brothers. Four more Elrics.  He wants to know if this stuff freaks him out because there’s suddenly two of him and they’re so very fucking different.  A goth and a femboy. How much more polar opposite could they get? It’s like their worlds clashed and blended together because it’s like Sol says, their mom’s grave isn’t anywhere to be found and their records don’t exist in Resembool’s registry. It’s like they never existed and then suddenly did. 

It’s weirder too because no one is batting an eye at this but them.  It’s just like the people of Resembool are acting like they’ve just been gone away on a long trip and they’re suddenly welcoming them home - and Resembool is their home but then it’s also not.  Their home isn’t this Resembool but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t be - it’s just that their Trisha didn’t leave here and neither did their Hohenheim.  

The worlds are reflections and suddenly they smashed together. What kind of Sci-Fi space odyssey bullshit is this?  This shit is straight out of some crazy science fiction movie where your doppelganger shows up to murder you and take your place.... except his doppelganger couldn’t pass as him no matter how hard he tried. Besides Sol probably can’t throw a proper punch let alone murder someone... can he?  

“Well I mean if you were gunna murder m’ in m’sleep ‘er some shit n’ take m’place you woulda done it by now. You’ve had plenty’a fuckin’ chances.... Though I c’n’t see you pullin’ off black ta save yer damn life. So this has gotta b’ some destined souls bullshit. I don’t think yer goin’ anywhere Dez’.” 

He sounds out the words with his hand to his chin as he says them as if they were simple fact and not shit based off all the media he’s consumed in his life time. There’s a bit of a smirk on his lips as he looks his reflection in the eyes while he drops his hand. 

His expression shifts as he looks to the floor and then back up again, as he looks across the table at the diner to his pretty in pink other self.  

“A’course this shit freaks m’ the fuck out. I don’t know what the fuck’s goin’ on n’ shit’s goin’ goddamn crazy. I don’t know what ta tell ya Sol. I wanna make it better but I don’t know how. I don’t wantcha ta disappear but I don’t think we were ev’r sposed’ta meet. We’re the sun n’ the moon right? They aren’t sposed’ta exist t’ge’her. Is this right? Worlds ‘re smashin’ t’ge’her n’ the only ones who’re noticin’ ‘er us.  Sum’hin’ ain’t fuckin’ right... I jus’ think this is a lot bigger than us.  

Sol I admit ‘m scared. You four have become such a part’a our lives I don’t wantcha ta go but at the same time I wantcha ta b’ happy. I dunno if this is how shit’s sposed’ta b’. I dunno what ‘m sposed’ta do ‘bout it, I jus’ know I don’t wanna lose you n’ there’s a pull in m’heart that says it won’t be the first time I did...”  

[twitchesandstitches]

Femboy Upgrade for Polypa and Konyyl’s Boys

Commission in the same continuity of hyper muscular musclegut Konyyl and Polypa, featuring Azdaja and Tegiri being transformed into femboys!

Focus on femboy transformations, hyper muscle, size difference, with a sex scene later on. Small references to milkiness and general hugeness throughout.

========

“And, signed!” the small alien said cheerfully, taking a delivery notice from a pair of claws thicker around than his arm. His name, Polypa had learned from some past associations with him, was John Egbert, and his world was a fairly recent addition to the galactic community that the new Alternian regime had started building to repair the damage the Condesce had caused before her defeat.

She supposed he’d been right there for the most momentous of times, and felt a bit jealous. He had met alien revolutionaries crash landed on his planet, traveled with them to exciting worlds, fought on their behalf, and had a front row seat to the fateful duel between the then-Heiress and the corrupt empress they’d fought against, and of course had been there for the beginnings of the new empire… all built on the ideals of the prophet who had foreseen all of this, according to the revelations of the new Empress’ head advisor.

She, on the other hand, had pretty much missed most of that until some of the fighting went to her doorstep. All the time, she’d been on Alternia, living in quiet dread of duty coming for her to leave and never see her quadrantmates again. Her lover Tegiri, most obviously, and though he’d long since shifted into the red quadrant of romantic love, she still harbored some pale feelings there. Who’d take care of him?

And what about her friend/rival, Konyyl, or her quadrantmate, Azdaja? Konyyl had benefited from the same mutations she had, and would have been an attractive prospect for front-line shock troops, but the only thing waiting for a psionic like Azdaja was a one-way trip as a psychic battery until it fried him.

And then, it didn’t matter anymore. When the revolution came and went, and left all those worries as a completely moot point with the dismantling of the old conquest system, she didn’t feel relieved. Just… strangely bewildered.

Keeping these thoughts to herself, Polypa Goezee regarded the small human with a calm affection and a faint smile behind the bandages she wore over most of her face and a lot of her body. A single eye, pure olive-green but for a yellow slit, regarded him. From a lot higher, though; he barely came up to the upraised shin of her digitigrade legs, and while humans were much smaller than trolls, they normally were about twice their size. Among trolls, Polypa was a mutant, and had grown into a true giantess over the years.

Considering the enormous out-slung mass of her belly, though, she could appreciate that he was not in a position to actually notice her trying to smile and put him at ease. For that matter, he probably wouldn’t have been able to look her in the eye even if she didn’t have that belly; her nectar-stuffed boobs (what he might call milk, despite the biological differences) were so big, they’d get in the way. And even with that...

Okay. She was starting to work out that there were some barriers to dealing with aliens, so she had to figure that out eventually. The Empire was all about xenophilia, these days; a bit more literally, for some.

She had many alien neighbors, after the new Empress had opened it up for repopulation after the revolution had left the population severely under-staffed and underpopulated. She’d worked out that her people were far larger than most aliens except maybe some of the Gems (whose hard-light projection bodies could get VERY big), or the robotic Cybertronians, who varied from ‘troll size’ to ‘is that a fucking city’. Her people were huge, by most standards, but she (and her friend, Konyyl) were really goddamn big.

Polypa had rarely seen any troll that was even as high as her waist, but she felt strangely powerful in front of this adorable, tiny alien, and protective; the sight of him made her feel weirdly wobbly and full of squishy feelings that normally only Tegiri had produced on her.

The new regime, weird and surreal as a lot of its policies seemed to be, couldn’t be so bad if it produced guys like him.

As he made a call to bring in the delivery, he studied her; not with an erotic interest or fear, but with a mild interest that made her want to show off and flex her many, magnificent muscles just to boast. Polypa, like many trolls, was mutated to a degree outside the norms of tradilistionalist breeding practices; like many as well, she was not mutated to the point that she couldn’t contribute and so she’d been tolerated. In her case, it had been a common one for her blood caste; a hyperactive metabolism and stomach alteration that converted the food she ate into pure biomass and absorbed it directly.

Her particular version was abnormally efficient; most olives with this mutation wound up very bulky or outright fat, due to complications with the process. For Polypa and Konyyl, who benefited from the same mutation, it had made them grow far exponentially larger after molts than a normal troll did. Their hips grew enormously wide, their incredibly massive and producing much more nectar than normal. And over the years, her stomach had kept growing into a huge mass and a biological wonder, a bundled mass of separate digestive chambers fully capable of melting down trolls and bigger things into just more fuel for her body, so much of her body dedicated to it that her gut had grown larger than the rest of her body, a vaguely spherical mass as long as she was tall, so high its upper regions rose past her eye level.

Her belly was her pride and joy, her clothing designed to show it off, her bandages designed to be thin and reveal as much of her muscles as possible. And her visitor regarded her bulk with fascinated interest; his gaze didn’t linger that much on her rumblespheres (swollen by many meals and several liquid tons of nectar, nearly as massive as her belly and gently parted by its highest point like a pair of whales upset by a much bigger whale rising from beneath it), nor by a butt so big that it rose up to her waist and expanded out by nearly eight feet, her tail curling whiplike around one firm cheek.

For a moment, as he regarded her with some innocent fascination, she was reminded of the curious shifts she’d felt in her insides; deep in her lower abdomen, around some reproductive organs that had been bred into uselessness since the advent of the Mother Grub and the mass production of trolls. She’d felt a heat there, and something growing. A strange process that made her feel hot and flushed, and needy, like she was empty, a factory desperately in need of raw product to fashion something. Oh yes; another facet to her mutation, she supposed, though there weren’t any obvious manifestations of whatever it was.

If there was a definite answer, it certainly wasn’t gonna come from Egbert.

He was chiefly interested in her muscles. Most of her growth, over the years, had gone straight into her muscles, and given that she was approximately 25 feet tall by his people’s measurements, that said a lot. She looked massive; a broad shouldered, broad hipped and broad-limbed beast of a troll woman, broad being a general keyword, but most of her apparently mass was her muscles, grown and transformed so much that they had merged with her fat to create an additional layer of flesh that was surprisingly flexible and under her direct mental control, lumping up in places where her black skin darkened into a chitinous carapace around her back. Those muscles were massive, expanding violently outwards from her body in heavy, bulbous masses of fiber by at least ten feet in most directions. Her biceps alone were bigger than her torso, and every single one was so incredibly defined and veined that they were useful anatomical studies for any enterprising xenobiologist.

Even her stomach was muscled. Abdominals swelled up around it, like plates of armor, enfolded and swelling its mass to even greater extremes. A muscle gut wasn’t terribly uncommon, exactly, but one this big? With the mutated processes conspiring to make it bigger, every day? That was unique to her.

“You guys must work out real good here!” John said brightly as a delivery barge rolled up. Several trolls brought over a heavily sealed crate, moving as if they were afraid to touch it.

Polypa blinked. For a moment, a thick vein pulsed against her bandages in thought, and her massive lips moved beneath the wrappings too as she considered saying something pithy, but it felt dishonest. She scratched behind her long, jagged horns with a single massive hand, bandages winding around them as much as anywhere else on her body. “Um. No, I’m just… a really big girl.”

John nodded as the trolls deposited the crate on the entranceway to the Polypa-sized hive she shared with her best friend, rival and occasional lover Konyyl, and their respective tiny boyfriends, Tegiri and Azdaja.

John nodded, with such graveness it reminded her of Tegiri; she had to smile. He gave her a mock salute. “Okay; sorry if that was rude! Anyway…” He glanced at the order and hesitated, as if going through a mental checklist. “Everything’s signed, everything’s delivered, and we’re good to go! Have a good day, Miss Goezee!”

“Tell the same to the Empress or whoever you’re working for,” Polypa said dryly, as she picked up the crate.

John gasped as the trolls acted as though they were suddenly deaf. “You’re not supposed to just SAY it like that!”

Polypa shrugged. “Hey, they cut a deal with me and Konyyl, and this whole regime is supposed to be about honesty.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s the actual opposite of what governments are for.” John paused, as if to ponder this, and then shrugged. He waved to her one last time, and left with the movers.

Polypa watched him go, still enjoying the memory of the frankly admiring look upon his face. But there would be time for that later; she picked up the crate and took it inside.

Humming softly to herself, she walked past rows and rows of shelves weighed heavy with her various hobbies, and that of her friends; painstakingly painted and assembled model kits, tabletop war game figurines, hand-made paintings and posters of particularly obscure shows. Her body emanated warmth as she passed, rather liked a stoked fire, growing hotter and with signs of actual flame as she got a bit worked up at the thoughts going through her mind.

The craft was brought to a special room, kept cooler than most of the house like a walk-in fridge. They referred to it as the milking room, for some obvious reasons. She stepped into a space large enough for her and Konyyl to use at the same time if necessary, though not comfortably: with the machines they’d adapted from those that milked certain lusii, there wasn’t much space.

She eyed the suction cups dangling from a rack, designed to adjust to her monstrously puffy sap-ducts. Briefly, she longed for the pleasures of feeling her nectar drained… but no, not right now.

She opened the crate, and inside there was another, more tightly sealed box. She opened that up; and inside was a puzzle box of sliding geometric faces. She aligned those faces until they formed a very rude message indeed, and it split… and inside THAT was a tiny treasure chest, with a riddle upon it, and a keypad to input a solution. Polypa snarled.

Roughly two and a half hours passed in this fashion, as she solved the puzzles and got increasingly smaller boxes with even more frustrating puzzles, and by the time she was about ready to march up to the one remaining moon and lodge a complaint, the last box opened up to reveal not another container, but a small canister.

It simply read ‘HYPER FEMME MUTAGENS’. Next to this was a heart, in fuchsia ink. And next to THAT was a small note that said “TH1S’LL T34CH Y4 TO NOT B3 SN34KY W1TH 1MPORT4NT S3CR3TS. N3XT T1M3, DON’T T4LK 4BOUT OUR D34LS 1N PUBL1C, YOU DORK!” it was signed with a Libra sign, and a cute monster face, as if to say that whoever had written that had known damn well, in advance, that Polypa would have talked about those secrets to the delivery boy.

Polypa snarled.

The note exploded in a hail of glitter, for no apparent reason.

After Konyyl floated into the room after getting Polypa’s call that their plan was ready to go, she wasn’t terribly surprised. She’d warned her about a stunt like that. The Empress’ head advisor could be a… well, an absolute troll.

-----

Some time later, Tegiri and Azdaja got the call that today was, at last, the big day, and they shuffled into a side room with a little bit of excitement, and a lot more nervousness. Today was something the girls had been planning for them for a while, after all.

They’d agreed to it, of course. The two boys had worked it out with them. But still, there was a tension in the air.

Azdaja supposed, you never really did know when your future came up, leering at you and urging you onwards.

Still. He swallowed, and stepped into a doorway that looked cavernously huge to him, and when he passed through it, it felt like a grand moment.

Tegiri walked at his side; taller than him, and broader, and not just in the way that a tealblood tended to tower over a goldblood like Azdaja. They were opposites in most respects: Tegiri was broad of shoulders and moved with a surprisingly jerky grace that belied his speed; Azdaja was more than a foot shorter than him, slender and delicate where Tegiri was fit and muscular. Azdaja’s tail was thin and long; Tegiri’s thick and heavily furred; Azdaja’s horns grew in two curving pairs, Tegiri’s horns were broad and hooked. In personality, Tegiri was dour and serious to the point that it felt like he was putting on a performance; Azdaja was jovial, straightforward, and gushed charisma like a fountain. Even their abilities were contrasts; all trolls were psionic, but like most highbloods, Tegiri’s were focused into raw physical power and strength. Azdaja was a powerful telekinetic who would have been facing some serious difficulty had the helmsman battery role not been completely phased out, which made him inclined to look favorably upon the new Empress.

Tegiri was more wary of her strange proclamations and laws, he knew. But they did have one thing in common; their adoration for their incredibly big, beefy girlfriends.

In the room, normally used for careful assembly work or personal workshopping, there was a table that could be used for meals in a pinch. Upon it now was a large jug was set upon a table, olive-green nectar swirling around and quite visible through its transparent exterior, and the boys thought there was a power emanating from it.

One side of this table was the boy’s couch: plush and thickly padded. On the other side was the girl’s couches, looming and skulking with a vague sense of authority much like the girls themselves tended to do, overstuffed with support gel and larger than some vehicles on the open market, and extending from their undersized were wide, scooped dishes. It would seem an odd thing if you weren’t familiar with Polypa or Konyyl’s, body types.

All four of them were assembled there (all five, perhaps, by Polypa’s reckoning; she sometimes regarded her belly as its own entity, a loving but stern ally to be nurtured and fed at every opportunity). Polypa sat as straight as she could, her muscles filling up all available space on and around the couch and overflowing it as well, and besides her was Konyyl, who was built on broadly the same lines as Polypa; she benefited from the same mutations as Polypa, and had grown large like her, muscular like her, and buff like her.

There were some differences. Konyyl was shorter than Konyyl, her head barely coming up to the upper curves of Polypa’s bulbous biceps and her jagged horns at Polypa’s eye level. Her muscles were almost as bulky, and swelled up over her couch as she sprawled back, but they were barely defined at all, and looked softer, more like the classical weightlifter with their muscles concealed in their bulk. This impression was helped by her stomach; smaller overall compared to Polypa’s musclegut, it was a huge and fairly smooth orb, with firmer hints beneath the fat to suggest her powerful abdominational growth.

Her curves were bigger. Konyyl rose up on a massive butt almost as large as her entire body (though not including her gut) and her rumblespheres were somewhere around the same size. So heavy with nectar that their black was tinted a deep and translucent green, her sap-ducts swelling out against her clothes. The impression was of overwhelming plushness, and even her tail was thick, a broad paddle splaying from under her onto the floor as she leaned back.

Now Konyyl waved a hand, and her muscles tensed with energy, and an olive-green glow shined from her muscles.

All trolls were, again, psionic. Polypa and Konyyl’s mutations had bootstrapped them onto some level of power previously limited to only the previous Empress, fusing their psionics to their bodies and making their muscles both a source, a battery, AND a channel for their potent energies, and they had different talents for it. Polypa made fire, and was immune to her own flames. Konyyl was a telekinetic, far stronger than her own matesprite, and now she projected a wave of mental force that pushed the keg closer to the boys so they could see it clearly.

Azdaja peered at it as it came to a stop. “This is it?” he said, intrigued and trying to play it off, but Polypa heard the fascination in his voice.

“Yep,” said Polypa, leaning back, her swollen forearms bracing her rumblespheres upwards. “The mutagens harvested from the biggest and most curvy trolls in the empire. Some from the new Empress herself and that big advisor of hers.”

Tegiri swallowed nervously. “You don’t say?” he said, perhaps imagining a familiar sight to anyone who watched news stories: a massive tealblood almost as impossibly massive as Konyyl, her enormously curvaceous body an unforgettable sight, and her dragon-like form exuding a predatory intensity matched only by the odd sense of malice everyone got from the broken crystal ball she wore in cleavage that could have housed a lot of Polypa.

That troll was something of a sexual idol to many, Polypa mused, and if something was from her to put essence of feminizing into this concoction, as requested, the results ought to be impressive. “And a bit from the two of us,” Konyyl said smugly. “But not too much. We’re not looking to turn you two into duplicates of us.”

Polypa nodded, leaning forwards, her one visible eyes staring plainly down at them. “Just like we discussed. The whole thing is here; all you gotta do is drink it.”

Tegiri and Azdaja looked silently about the jug, which wasn’t very large, but then it didn’t need to be. It was big enough to supply a cupful for the both of them, and that was all that was required.

“If you want to,” Polypa said, as if to be sure.

Konyyl shrugged her shoulders, and psychically wrenched the top off the jug. “Do iii~iiiit,” she said, sing-song, teasingly, but not seriously. “Do it, ya wimps!”

Polypa scoffed at her. “You guys don’t have to do this,” she said. “If you don’t want to…?” A question hung there.

Azdaja glanced at Tegiri, and a dozen conversations replied between the two of them, in the spaces of their head. They’d had this talk, before. A lot. With each other, with the girls, with themselves.

It was a gift. An upgrade, Polypa had put it before. To make them stronger, to survive the girl’s full sexual ferocity and strength. And to fully bring out the parts of themselves they most secretly loved to be.

But that kind of change could be frightening.

Azdaja looked at Konyyl, staring her in the eyes. Her gaze softened, his eyes staring up into hers, and after a moment, he glanced back to Tegiri, who had been staring soulfully at Polypa. “It’s a big decision,” Polypa said. “I don’t want you to do this if you don’t actually want to.”

“I know,” Tegiri said firmly, and he smiled as genuinely as he could.

The two girls breathed a sigh of relief, as the mood changed. Ultimately, the boys wanted nothing more than to please them, and this was simply the ultimate extension of that.

Tegiri glanced at Azdaja. “Do it.”

In a single, smooth motion, Azdaja’s eyes glowed and an energy in the same colors blossomed around his hand. He waved dramatically at the jug and the precious contents rose up; a mass of green nectar-milk, straight from Polypa and Konyyl’s rumblespheres, augmented by the specially treated mutagens so recently delivered to them. The stream split into two cups, in front of the two boys.

Azdaja took his cup and raised it up, abruptly getting the idea for a toast. “To you girls,” he said brightly. “You’re everything I want.”

Tegiri toasted them as well. “And to what we will become. May we become everything you want.”

As one, they both drank their cups full in a single slurping gulp.

They blinked slowly, loud gurgling sounds coming from their stomachs, and they waited. For a few minutes, nothing much seemed to be happening, as the relevant processes were firing off at a much deeper level for them to really be aware of it.

Around the time where the relevant adjustments to their digestive tracts, reproductive organs and some brain chemistry had finished, Tegiri spoke up. “Are you sure you put the mutagens in-”

He stopped, interrupted by a sudden surge of psionics from within, and the noise he made was notably more high-pitched than usual.

That last noise was more of a squeak, as his lips abruptly swelled up so much it silenced him.

And then, the next thirty minutes got very interesting for both the boys!

----

It was several weeks before anyone saw anything of Azdaja or Tegiri.

Polypa and Konyyl, yes. They were a familiar sight around the neighborhood, and this did not change much. They came out more often than usual during those two weeks; ordering groceries, having brief discussions with mutation specialists who were hanging around in the area for reasons unknown to the general neighborhood, and talking measurements with a local tailor, and asking for some very specific outfits.

They spent most of the time at home, helping their quadrantmates through their new change. And helping them with newer, and far more ferocious sex drives. It was a good thing their walls were reinforced to muffle sound or the neighbors would have noticed something by then.

A day came when it was time to pick up their ordered clothing and Polypa and Konyyl decided to show them to the world, and unexpectedly, the boys had some ideas on showing themselves off as personally as possible.

Now, as they strode onwards, the boy’s covered up in fashionable grey cloaks, people glanced by as they went.

The streets of Thrashthrust had changed since the youths of the transformed quartet, and among other things, there were other beings than trolls and lusii that walked its streets. Or flew, or swam in the canals, as appropriate.

The architecture was modified to suit them. Most buildings had doorways of the right size for humans, who were generally around half the size of trolls; a few were much larger, for the sake of particularly large aliens. The general architectural styles had not changed much, since the immense strength of some trolls demanded buildings that could withstand the sort of power they had as a standardized requirement; even the Condesce had accepted that. It translated easily into structures that could deal with the strength of beings much larger than trolls. Even the streets and room designs of hives had been adjusted to accommodate beings that could vary a lot from trolls.

This kind of redesign had been necessary. The shining forms of thinking Gemstones walking in humanoid hard light bodies, gigantic machines that thought and felt, quadrupeds loping about in comfort, and blue-skinned curvy aliens lived in a city that accommodated them, and when the revolution had come it, it had not been a quiet one. The old city had not survived the process and so the new Empress (or, perhaps, the shadowy forces behind her) had built a new one to fit the people that now lived in peace within the Empire.

Certainly, it was a lot more adjusted to women as large as Polypa and Konyyl (who were within the size range of some of their bigger alien neighbors; mostly Gems and the bigger Cybertronians). Their boys, having some trouble adjusting to their new forms, moved before them as they made their way to a clothing store to suit their new bodies. Their cloaks didn’t do much to actually obscure their identities, but did offer a vague degree of modesty.

This was important; much as the girls had such massive bellies, the boys had grown some out-slung masses, and those cloaks did a decent job of concealing bulges and shame-globes grown so obscenely massive that they extended right out of their bodies, where trolls normally kept them concealed until they were put into use.

And, in their wake, they left behind the shocked, the startled, the astonished and the openly lusty. Trolls, humans, and beings from distant stars, all creatures that could be reasonably expected to have absolutely nothing in common when it came to sexual desires, nonetheless watched the boys go, their various visual organs wide as they followed the pendous rippling of newly enlarged butts.

They were fixated on the stride of legs now ideally suited for sensual swaggers, every muscle fiber dedicated to synchronizing with widened hips to walk and jiggle just right, so that all the world saw them in motion, and could do nothing but watch. The swish of manes far, far longer than usual for those boys, and their heart analogues beast faster to see the boys glance back.

And at the side of huge, soft lips that looked ideal for sucking, for kissing, for pleasuring, various reproductive organs worked to painfully intense function, at the mere glimmer of light playing on their supple flesh.

The trail expanded, and there became a crowd around Konyyl and Polypa’s favorite clothing store; not moving or following, but frozen in place, transfixed by the new beauties being firmly steered by the big-bellied amazon olives, and even after they went into the store, for nearly 30 minutes people were still hanging around, hoping to get a glimpse of them.

People were asking, who WAS that? Who were those boys? Did those buff women get new boyfriends?

And one person worked out what had actually happened with commendable speed. She sat up at the small table she’d been enjoying lunch alongside a friend, and as she watched the two gorgeous male trolls stroll by under the watchful eyes of their mates, it clicked for her.

She didn’t know them particularly well; they were just neighbors, but anyone around Polypa or Konyyl wound up sticking in your mind. She knew them. And however modified, however beautified, she knew the faces that glanced her way with an endearing touch of shyness.

“Was that…” she glanced aside, perhaps for confirmation. “Was that who I thought it was?!”

“Who was?” Said an alien friend of hers; a mass of curvaceous hard light, and at her chest was a large garnet. She was one of the Gem people, her true self being that gemstone nestled between her massive breasts.

The human woman pointed at a towering building, a sign atop it indicating that it was ‘GALGOR’S WHATEVER THE HECK APPAREL AND I DONT GIVE A DAMN ACCESSORIES’. Various mannequins in the windows, of increasingly improbable forms, indicated that it offered outfits for every body type, and the proprietor really meant every body type possible. Inside, through the windows, you could just barely glimpse someone coming out.

“Azdaja and Tegiri!” she said.

Strolling out from the store were four trolls; carrying up the rear were Polypa and Konyyl, whose huge sizes meant that they were a crowd all on their own, their huge bellies alone filling up so much space that they could plow their way through a crowd without fear of ever being surrounded; people backed away in the certain knowledge that they were fine with knocking people around with those guts. Standing in front of them were Azdaja and Tegiri, and now their neighbors stared, mouths open in surprise..

“Come take a look at my boy!” Konyyl said proudly, gesturing at the goldblooded psionic now floating around her like a fairy from troll myth and legend, a psionic glow curling around him as he levitated with an ease suggesting some truly terrifying power. It took even the neighbors who knew the power quartet well a moment to recognize Azdaja, as he slowly revolved in the air, an monstrously huge butt distorting his orbit. Then his face came into view, and even with his skimpy clothing, his changed hair, and his radically different body, his face was not so different. The muzzle structure was a bit different, any hard edges or straight lines smoothed out even more than they were before, and dominated by a massive pair of lips pulsating in his psionic colors, but nonetheless, it was Azdaja, and greatly changed.

He moved like a troll who had burst out of a particularly painful molt and was reveling in the feel of a body that felt perfect for him, his legs primly pressed together. Admittedly, walking was probably a bit of a problem at the moment; the formerly slim troll’s mass had compacted so that he was downright frail, except for his hips. They were massive, swelling out ot a prodigious swell of squashy chitin and barely-there muscles, all around perfectly curved fat, flaring out of a waist barely a foot across, so incredibly thin that it looked like a severe structure weakness; his enormous hips swelled out as wide as he was tall, almost violently in the contrast.

His torso was slim, covered only in a short and glitzy jacket too small to be of practical use. His shoulders and chest, and torso in general, looked much smoother than it used to be, psionic channels glowing across him in vibrant patterns, particularly around his chest. His areola had swelled, so puffy and thick now that they were nearly as large as the breasts of some aliens, and his nipples extended out nearly as long as his forearm, stiffened by the attention he was being given. Just as his psionics, one was colored blue, the other teal, glowing softly.

A long and slender tail curled around nearly three times his height and looping around him in a living ribbon, swirled and kept him balanced in the air. From the twitching of his legs in the air, it was obvious that he had no idea how to walk properly with his new body; those hips must have come with a complete shift to his center of balance, and his legs looked poorly suited to it. Below the knee joint, they dwindled to nearly stick-thin lengths, digitigrade heels and nubby climbing claws curled around one another. His butt, clad mostly in spangly shorts that covered about as much as a thong, was almost as big as he was, rising up to his shoulders nadi ts lower slopes dipping nearly to his foot-joints, and where it actually joined his body, fused with his thighs.

The crowd watched, fascinated, as Konyyl lovingly stroked him, running her claws through silky mane that fell past his knees in sheets of gold-tinted black, kissed his astonishingly gorgeous face, and as their tails intertwined, she gave his gigantic ass a healthy smack, again and again. “Look at this soft bastard!” She yelled happily, sinking her claws into it. “Damn thing almost eats up my entire hand!” Azdaja moaned, thighs broader than his far slimmer upper body squeezing together.

And at this, a monstrously huge genital length extended outwards from his crotch, a strange echo of Konyyl’s massive gut; somehow his shorts managed to contain it, but everything was outlined; multiple enormous shafts as thick around as his entire body, glittering fabric tight around ribbed ridges, and below, a quartet of enormous and squashy shame-globes jiggling out of his body, thick and descending down to the ground, each one at least eight feet around, and they somehow swelled bigger as Konyyl stroked him, digging her claws in with enough pressure to leave marks but not enough to actually hurt him.

And for the other pair, Polypa was inviting the crowd to take a more hands-on approach. “They got cute recently, and now they really want to show themselves off,” She said, supporting Tegiri on one muscular forearm like a tiny wriggler in its lusus’ claw. Tegiri squeaked shyly, but with a strange lusty hunger, adjusting his body so the crowd could better see his new body, and he was built on roughly the same lines as Azdaja; his enormous butt spilled onto Polypa'’s arm and even pushed against it, his micro shorts defining hips no thinner than Azdaja’s door-wrecking pair. An absurdly long tail curled around her arm, covered in the same sort of hair as that spilling down his head in a dense, poofy mass.

As Konyyl held Azdaja in front of the crowd, inviting them to see come close and examine how his chitin had merged with flesh for a supplet and squeezable coat, and even lifted up his mini-vest and tube top to demonstrate, Polypa caught the of the human who’d spotted them in the first place. “You,” she said heavily. “Come here, please.”

The human stepped numbly forward, aware of all the eyes upon her, Azdaja giving her an intrigued look, and Tegiri studying her. As she approached, she noticed a sudden smell she hadn’t. It was a nice smell, and not particularly strong. It was pervasive though, and it must have been coating the area around them for some time. Pheromones, she supposed, as she felt a heat rise in her loins, and a dryness in her mouth. She smacked her lips numbly, and felt an urge to rock her hips forward as she took in more of the beautiful feminine boys.

Tegiri’s bulge looked… inviting. Especially as it got closer when Polypa placed him down.

Tegiri squeaked as his massive shame globes touched the ground; he only had the one pair, but they were as big as all four of Azdaja’s shame-globes, combined. There was a surprising sloshing sound, not unlike that coming from Polypa’s own rumblespheres, and as his full weight settled against his shame globes, Tegiri moaned with something that was almost pained, but aroused as well; the hint of distress made the human want to rush in and kiss him better until he smiled, but she also wanted a lot of other particularly lewd things.

She was blushing, she was sweating; he was just so… sexy.

“Come on,” Polypa said. “Give him a touch. Feel for yourself. He likes it.” Tegiri nodded at her, with a hint of impatience and a thrust of his hips that spoke to a ravenous need. The human stepped forward, timidly, and in response to an unspoken primal need that was doing unfortunate things to her underwear, extended her hand out. Normally she’d never consider such a thing, but Alternia had an.. open approach.

Even against his shorts, his shame globes swelled out hugely, and when her hand pressed against one, it sank in. She gasped; the round mass almost sucked her hand in, cool flesh pressing around her fingers and wrist, kneading tightly and shit that felt good, and her thighs relaxed in unconscious readiness. She felt liquid in there; no real solidity, just soft flesh and reservoirs underneath, and it swelled against her, pumping up.

His bulge extended. He only had the one, but it was apparently very dextrous and a little bigger than the sum total of all of Azdaja’s bulges, a prehensile and dextrous organ with a number of soft spikes rising beneath the fabric, faster and faster as she had drawn closer. Faint teal patterns glowed faintly, bioluminescent designs drawing the eye to its gentle width.

Without thinking about it, she placed a hand against what was presumably the tip. It felt cold, bracingly, and it felt good, even as her hand unexpectedly sank in, and the flesh curled attentively around her fingers.

“Ah…” Tegiri moaned, almost going cross-eyed. The girl pulled her arm back with a loud sucking noise as the bulge extended out even more, as if longing for her touch. He whined again, louder and in a very real pain, and he gave her a reproachful look. “Don’t tease, miss.” He humped back and forth on shame globes big and soft enough to actually support him, wincing and sloshing noisily, his butt wobbling archly. “It’s very - ah! - rude!” The girl blushed and disappeared into the crowd meekly.

Her gem friend watched with strange, stirring feelings as other boys, girls and neutral beings gathered to cautiously examine Tegiri with their hands, or to gaze upon Konyyl demonstrating the marvelous pliability of Azdaja’s body with smacks, kisses and the occasional pinch. They crowded around; fingers, palms, metal digits and more diverse limbs pressed against Tegiri’s fat lips, ran through his soft hair as he rumbled his pleasure. Succumbing to the erotic pressure he exuded, they moaned in soft delight as they pressed themselves against his butt, or felt at the tension of his belt against his waist, or stared in shock at just how little his calves looked compared to his bulky thighs. Others pressed against his huge bulge, trembling at its sheer bigness and magnetizing weight, feeling up its arousal spines and examining his cum-stuffed shame globes.

The gem felt passions she’d have thought alien curl around inside her, subtly modifying her projection in response to desires that were suddenly getting a lot more potent; she’d never seen the… attraction in the masculine form before, but now she was really wanting to explore some boy’s bodies with her own caresses. Some part of her that had a xenological interest thought about how unusual these mutations were, and louder parts demanded that she touch them, RIGHT NOW.

She joined the group; ogling the now more tender strokes of Konyyl’s claws exploring Azdaja’s multiple lengths and working him up with the skill of someone who knew damn well how to get him horny before his sensitivity got ramped up ten-fold. She dallied at that for a time, eyes fixed on every wobbling ripple of his soft butt, appraising the narrowness of his shoulder and how his hips comprised almost most of his mass (including his genitals and butt, of course). She studied, for a time, Tegiri’s needy begging for the indulgences of the crowd to touch him, and it was surprisingly not entirely sexual. He craved touch; on his jaw, against his stomach, slow and dragging caresses against his shoulders. Even his hair was sensitive, and in soft, urgent whispers, he pleaded for it to be touched. She complied, as did half a dozen others. It would have been cruel not to.

And so it went on like this for some time. The others were not yet accustomed enough to Azdaja and Tegiri’s gently shifting personalities to really notice their need ramping up, how their words were getting slower against the lustful desires and scenarios taking up most of their brainpower, or how as they got more and more aroused, their fecund shame globes were pumping out mega-liters of gene material and expanding their shame globes, and their bulges kept getting bigger, heavier and the urge to shoe it into someone was so overpowering they were losing the ability to speak, at all.

Konyyl noticed it, though, as Azdaja’s flowery speech and bragging slowed down into needful whines. Polypa saw it, as Tegiri’s more terse speech withered away entirely until he was squeaking miserably. The others were too enraptured to see what they did, but they knew their boys so well.

And now their boys needed them, and Konyyl and Polypa had spent so much time showing off their boy’s new bodies that they were positively drenched in lust too.

The two women exchanged a look and as Konyyl’s route passed close by, a word. Polypa stood up, picking up Tegiri and propping up his painfully stiff bulge with her other arm. The people below her cried pitifully, one or two still clinging to his body for a few moments. She shook them off. “Sorry, folks. Our boys are done for the day; it’s been a very tiring day for them, after their little molting today.”

“They don’t look tired,” a Cybertronian mini-bot in the crowd said, with a hint of defiance.

Konyyl gave her a look and a growl that sent her scurrying away. “Don’t you dare try to pressure my Azdaja!” He clung to her, and even as his bulge sank against her cleavage, he had an insufferably smug look.

Tegiri clung to Polypa and started impulsively thrusting against her shockingly warm body, a consequence of her own fire-theme abilities. She flexed a muscle to be big enough to obscure him, and as her muscles swelled up, he vanished from sight. People sighed in disappointment, as the four left.

All in all, Konyyl and Polypa supposed, it was a good demonstration of how good their boys had gotten. Azdaja and Tegiri weren’t in much of a position to think clearly and give their own thoughts on the matter, but probably would say the same later.

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The two girls, nearly blinded with their own lusts and doing their best to soothe the boys without them busting their load on the spot and wasting precious genetic material, searched for a place to offer them just enough privacy to satiate their boys without being caught or interrupted.

But it became clear, fairly quickly, that with their physical requirements, they’d have to make such a shelter.

Konyyl located an alley off the turn of the street, and urged them in; Polypa followed her in, and the two of them put Azdaja and Tegiri down as gently as possibly, trying not to brush them against their own bodies. That could be enough to make them… lose it.

“You boys hold tight,” Polypa told them as Konyyl surveyed the area. “Konyyl’s just gonna… give us some privacy.” They whimpered in some vague approximation of understanding. Impulsively, she kissed Tegiri on the cheek, and he calmed down, even as it made his arousal worse. Life was complicated being her boytoy.

Konyyl’s muscles swelled as they generated and directed her psionic powers, and the alleyway reshaped itself to her whim. Abandoned buggies flew up around her as dust fountained up on the wave of her telekinesis. Fences ripped themselves out of the ground bits of buildings that weren’t being used for anything were torn away and anything big enough that was in the area was pulled up, and then finally slammed down at both ends of the alleyway, and then above them. “Privacy!” She said, in a faint paint. “Got some… damn privacy!”

Polypa turned towards the boys, a smug smile on her face that underlined something that was almost feral in her. Heat pulsed from her in response to her own psionic powers generating a massive ton of heat, embers flickering around her. She reached out for them, and remembered that Tegiri was her’s, specifically, and focused on him as Konyyl advanced first on Tegiri, remembered herself, and focused on Azdaja. For a moment it felt like things were blurring together, that one was not the other, and it was a true romantic quartet.

An odd thing, to feel as abruptly natural as it did. Polypa let the thought flow on by, and Azdaja’s empowered abilities painted the dark so brightly it was like having lamp posts in there. Both girls loomed over their boys, letting their own tension built.

Need swelled the boy’s bulges even bigger, their glowing bodies getting almost painfully bright now; both sets of bulges were longer than the boys were tall now, at least twelve feet for both and growing, and growing faster as the girls approached, the muscular bows of their thighs just barely touching tips that were, amazingly, still clothed.

Both pairs, femboy troll and hyper muscular amazon troll, quivered in anticipation, in delight, and in absolute, mind-melting need.

Konyyl moved first. She was upon him in a flash, but careful to not mash her stomach into him, and Polypa half-expected her to simply shred Azdaja’s clothes off, given her earlier ways of showing him off. Instead, she stripped away his short jacket with a tender mindfulness, and at the same time, her telekinesis undid his shorts, pulling the tight fabric and complicated support garments away so that his equipment fell freely. He squealed at the sudden rush of cold air, his bulges stiffening painfully, and her telekinesis did not half that at all. In say way, her psychic grip was still her grip, and he responded to it as much as he would her hands or the rest of her body; he moaned, softly, pleadingly, but with a hint of challenge.

As the rest of his clothes were taken away, leaving him nude, Polypa did the same, and she had to do it very delicately. As much as her mutation gave her special fibers that let her flex her muscles for some unusual gripping strength across the whole of her body, it didn’t make her any good at actual telekinesis. But she was a lot better at delicate movements that her bulk suggested. Long hours of careful kit assembly, painting, and bucket-filling with a far smaller and frailer troll had made her very skilled at being careful. His clothes came away easily under her claws, her lowered gut twitching in such a way that her big abs could actually clip things off and peel them away. Her muscles did the same to her own clothes; a sports bra, her shorts and her bandages rained down around her, and in the soft glow he produced, the burns streaking across her body looked softened, dulled and blending into the rest of her; in the right light, you couldn’t see them at all.

As Polypa took a couple ponderous steps back, thus, it was with all his clothes, leaving him completely naked; his body a smooth black dappled with the teal of his caste, his glasses still on, his hair falling down around his delicate body, and it all supported on his massive butt as he lay portraste on his back. His bulge towered up towards her, like a worshiper raised up before their goddess, and all his being concentrated into the sensations and awareness of that marvelously sensitive organ.

Konyyl stripped herself, her clothes coming off with a faint sucking sound that suggested both their tightness and the various fluids their milkiness and arousal had a tendency to produce. She lowered herself onto her boy and got to work, psychically pulling him onto her belly; she made a noise as his butt slid against her sensitive belly, half giggle and half pleased gurgle, and his butt was no less sensitive. Azdaja growled loudly, with a pleased edge, his tail curling against her belly and digging in, sliding against the places he knew that she loved.

He back arched up, her rumblespheres rising high, hair and horns arching upwards. “Ahh yeeeah,” she murmured, voice so low it was almost growling. “That’s my boy…” Her rumblespheres came down low, engulfing even his massive bulge.

It said something about how big and huge their bulges were, Polypa mused as she started working up Tegiri, that they couldn’t be hidden in their bodies anymore. She trailed her claws in curling patterns around his hips, seeking out the little sensitive borders between true chitin and his more tender flesh that few others could even see now. He rewarded her diligence with approving, loving moans, and he tried to sit up, perhaps to return the favor somehow. She pushed him back with a swell of a forearm muscle, cooing gently at him. “Nah, nah,” she said, and blew kisses at him that echoed in this space. “You let me handle this bit; your turn comes soon.”

He nodded meekly.

Polypa’s inquistive claws slide close to the base of his bulge, the beginning of the progenerative mass of his shame globes, and there was an interesting change there. Most trolls had a tentanook; a flexible bulge that was mainly used in the sex act, concealed within a larger nook. It differed from troll to troll, but that was the general rule. But these boys were different; there was no hint of the feminine lips of a nook at all now; her claws found only deliciously soft flesh rising in ridges around the bulge, and enormously sensitive too, each slight brush making him twist and moan in pleasure. It made her thighs loosen, her own nook pump up and her bulge slide out and dripping gene slime.

She felt her own bulge… part. She had her own genital mutations, of course.

She worked this area there, slowly eliciting little gasps and moans with careful strokes, warming up both him and herself, stoking the heat of lust and getting her own body warmed up just right. Beside her, Konyyl was doing much the same thing, her massive rumblespheres folding around his mass of bulges and swallowing up even those monsters. He slipped into her belly, gasping and panting half-challenging demands in wordless grunts, stringing them out as she flexed her rumblespheres, around and mashing against his bulges.

Azdaja’s head rolled back as pleasure over took him, his awareness of the world dimininshing into a sea of olive perfection; his bulges swimming in a sea of squishy fat, impossibly erotic flesh massassing his every sexual inch, and tons of sweet liquid swimming around it all, droplets of nectar being forced out and raining on him; he drank it up in a haze, seemingly lost to everything but his most basic instant of pleasing her and teasing her at the same time. Polypa groaned in soft delight, her mutated rumblespheres a massive erogenous zone, her breathing growing fast and heavy, a long tongue hanging over her bulging lips.

Polypa, unwilling to let herself be beaten to the punch, lowered herself over Tegiri, her lips parting and then her mouth opening wide. Her lower jaws split apart like the mandibles they were, a thin film connecting both parts, and the inside of her newly revealed maw a slippery, wet mass every bit the equal of her nook, complete with throat muscles of astonishing control.

Once, that particular modification had been useful in her occasional devouring of other trolls and threatening aliens; throat muscles she could flex as well as the rest of her body to gulp them down and force them down no matter how they struggled, and a mouth capable of swallowing anything up to her size. Over the past few weeks, she’d seen some more recreational uses for it too.

Her parted mouth dived down onto Tegiri’s bulge. She slid down it, slow and careful, her warm tongue almost a flame against his far cooler body. He squealed at her first touch, and in her impatience to take all of him at once; she swallowed his entire bulge in a single gulp, and he actually yelled out loud in a delighted squeal of overwhelmed pleasure, made wordless; it was too much sensation for him to think at all, that part of his brain shutting off entirely in the moment.

Her throat muscles squeezed tight, pressure strong against his bulge, every inch swimming in saliva normally meant to slide hapless prey and other meals straight down into her gut with no hope of escape. Some awareness of this had to get through to Tegiri, a measure of excitement at coming close to a fate he had absolutely no power to avoid. He was in her grasp more literally than normal, and his big hips rocked, his cries increasingly more urgent as he humped at her throat.

She cooed through the mass filled her up, and withdrew and forced down again, in a smooth motion she was starting to refine; her lips slid down a slick path of saliva mingled with the troll equivalent of pre-cum, bright streaks of teal visible in her olive saliva. Her huge lips pressed tightly every second in hungry kisses, and up she went, and down she went, fellating him ferociously and without any mercy.

And yet, at the same time, it was a curiously gentle thing, her hands descending to his hips to pull his legs against her belly, her ab muscles flexing lovingly against his inner thighs, as if longing to stroke every inch of him that she could. Both loving, and domineering; that was her relationship with him in many ways now.

For a long time, perhaps several minutes (long, by the standards of stamina she’d learned from him by now) he humped into her throat, and she pleasured him in this way, taste receptors in her throat marveling at the multitude of flavors his bulge possessed, her throat muscles squeezing tight around spines meant specifically to pleasure nooks. And her throat was built very much the same as a nook now, and certainly in sensitivity. Pressure mounted, in Tegiri, and a thunderous churning in his shame globes as at least some threshold was reached.

And the taste flooded down her throat, bright and cool and addictively delicious, as his bulge contracted and pulsed and let loose a stream straight down. Not his only one, of course, they’d learned the boys had some truly ridiculous reserves. Even so, she felt well and truly warmed up, and she pulled up, looming into the sky and swallowing about a hundred gallon’s worth of genetic material.

It pooled in her stomach, mutated to have nutritional value, and exactly the right kinds of tastes and flavors she craved; if she could consume nothing else in all her life, as Tegiri seemed to be doing with her nectar, she could subsist on him and him alone. She swallowed again, her throat working on its own as if furiously desperate to gulp down as much of it as she could, and Tegiri’s bulge remained stiff as she moved up. “Okay, she said, sliding herself on top of him. “Now it’s your turn to handle me.”

Beside her, she heard a faint series of noises that sounded like liquid hitting a wall. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Konyyl lowering Azdaja with delicacy, some of his bulges still clinging against her rumblespheres. Nectar polled down her, her entire front and a lot of Azdaja too, and even more of it was streaked onto the floor below; enough to fill a large tub. Not from an orgasm, Polypa suspected, but the sheer force of Azdaja’s ejaculations. This theory was pretty likely, from the yellow-hued genetic material dripping deeply against her rumblespheres. She covered him with aggressive kisses as she lowered him down to between her legs, her nook so swollen it was a pulsing mass of sexual flesh, her bulge tip slowly pushing out, and the ground beneath her oozed from the olive fluids gushing from her nook..

The ground beneath Polypa was no less slippery. The need pulsed hot than the flames that were slowly rising from her body now, and she lowered herself onto him, with a trembling thrill inside her nook as her bulge mashed against his.

Before, this would have required so much delicacy; he’d been weaker, then, though he was exactly the same size. But he was stronger; even with her full weight pressing into her, Polypa felt his body as a firm and steady platform for their pleasure, solid as a rock despite his softness, and through careful experimentation, they’d learned something they had hoped they’d get:

Their new bodies could absorb the kinetic energy of even their most powerful thrusts or the impact they constantly put out. The girls couldn’t hurt them now, as they’d been so worried about in the past.

And now, Tegiri didn’t even flinch or gasp in pain as Konyyl settled her full weight upon him, her fat larger body eclipsing him. Her greedy nook swallowed up his bulge, as huge as it was, and the only sign of it was a happy distending in her body, and her nook apparently doing its best to try to swallow up his hips as well.

Her mammoth thighs gathered him up, holding him closely and her thigh muscles completely cocooning up as he thrusted into her, and she let him at it. She waited, studied, kept the desperate lust at bay just long enough to feel for his rhythm, to burn it into her unconscious mind.

Ah, she thought with a little smile as her head tilted up. There we go.

She thrust back, with such force that outside windows shattered. Glassy micro-organism cultures fell out of their frames and slithered around on the streets. Doorways blasted out of their frames as Polypa (and now, Konyyl, finding the rhythm of her Azdaja more efficiently if not as completely as Polypa had) thrust into him, riding on the wave of his own motions to redouble it right back.

Back and forth, two together, mingling such sweet forces together that all other sensitive diminished.

There was, for the moment, nothing in the world but the awareness of the other.

One, a massive body engulfing a smaller one, squeezing around him with a delicate and ravenous force; a marriage of things that ought to belong nowhere near each other but complemented each other so well. The other, a thing so small it seemed to have no business filling her up so well, thrusting and riding her like he was born to it, that there was absolutely nothing to existence besides pleasing her, drawing out every little gasp and satisfied moan, and the sounds of those noises were accomplishments, driving him on to do it again. Harder. Faster. Heavier, with far more enthusiasm and ferocity you’d expect of their newly passive natures.

Perhaps they were no less fierce now. They just saved it all for satisfying their amazons.

Polypa’s bulge was one of those that could blossom, the tip opening up like a flower in full bloom, its internals acting as an auxiliary nook. Tegiri’s questing bulge, driven to fill up as much of her as he possibly could, kept pushing in more and more, twitching wildly as each of Polypa’s internal clamping drove it onwards, and at least it dove into her bulge, and was greedily pushed in, her body wanting as much of him as it could possibly get.

The quartet were very different, but on this, their respective pairs were nonetheless of the same bent, now as they accelerated faster and faster to their peaks:

And as she thrusted, intent on absolutely emptying his shame globes and leaving him spent and happy and pleased-

And as he pushed into her, the only thing he could think of satisfying her more and more, his muscular goddess, the looming authority to which he’d dedicated all his life-

They hit that peak.

Separately of one another, both Azdaja and Tegiri cried out with a wild sound that was nearly feral in its honesty, stripped of all complexity. Their hips pumped wildly and their shame globes contracted with such speed that it made a strange noise. Their bulges swelled, distended the girl’s bodies by a small but shockingly notable measurement-

And in single jets, they came inside them, spraying out a massive payload right into the girls. Absurdly virile genetic material, laden with mutagenically-amplified agents and a measure of psionic substances, filled them up. At least twenty thousand gallons of genetic material flooded into them, and their bellies actually swelled slightly larger as it pooled in.

Not a single drop of it escaped their bodies. Special biological mechanisms locked it all in, absorbent tissues sucking it up or muscular action pushing it upwards, towards internal chambers unknown in modern trolls, where millions of eggs were being produced every second in waiting of being fertilized.

The gene-flood came, and the eggs swelled as they sucked up every single droplet. Instantly fertilized. The significance of this was lost to the troll girls, who had been having sex for weeks without this particular mutation of the boys kicking in until now. They felt a deep sense of sudden satisfaction unrelated to the orgasms twisting in them, pulsating and rising up until they tilted their heads back and roared their satisfied delights, pleasure rising up and peaking so hard it felt like blacking out. They squeezed the bulges against in their pleasure, triggering another sudden jet of gene material, and even more eggs were fertilized in the process. From Polypa in particular, her whole body lit up, flames blasting around her and her scars glowing like illuminating brands, and in that moment she was an inferno, blazing bright and knowing nothing but the heat, but the fire.

The boys flopped into their girl’s muscles as the latter drew back, panting in a curious warm feeling they couldn’t quite pin down. They just felt… satisfied, as if some biological compulsion or itch had finally been scratched. Both pairs settled back, panting and letting their depleted stamina recharge.

It was a nice feeling, laying there. Fluids pooled around them, they were covered in each other’s sexual liquids, the smell of one another. All the same, it was a restful thing, a peaceful thing, a small moment of something almost divine.

And then, soon enough, Polypa sat back up, gazing down into teal eyes that looked far more alert. She wiggled her thigh as Konyyl also stirred, and Polypa brushed one of Tegiri’s shame globes. IT still felt full of genetic material, though a bit less than before.

Nonetheless. “I want more,” she said, voice rumbling with a need that had barely diminished at all.

Tegiri smiled brightly, and the look of his eyes was more than a little unhinged with the same kind of desire. “Yes, ma’am,’ he said, voice husky.

And all four of them went right back to it, obliviously wrecking more of the neighborhood without realizing it, lost in one another. Azdaja and Konyyl didn’t even say a word, and didn’t need to.

The clean up after they finished and vanished was a bit of a nuisance and gave a lot of people woozy feelings of arousal, but that wasn’t their problem by that point.

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On its own, that would have been the whole thing, and all of the thing. A newly mutated pair shown off to an envious world, and their quadrantmates slaking their lust in sudden love in an alleyway.

Normally, that would have been enough.

But there were aspects to Konyyl and Polypa’s mutations that had a lot more importance than they thought.

Some time later, after discussions and a few off-hand comments that meant something very different to the white-haired scientist human who seemed to have a close relationship with the new Empress (And had apparently masterminded this whole exchange), there’d been emergency visits. X-rays, physical examinations. There were charts and technical explanations that neither troll woman really understood.

Finally, the scientist got to the point.

Polypa stared blankly at her. “What the hell is ‘pregnant’?”

The buxom scientist, Ms Lalonde, thought of a way to explain it. “Well, you know that Mother Grub thing you have?”

Konyyl and Polypa nodded.

Lalonde explained, gesturing so emphatically that her massive bust bounced with nearly as much exuberance as herself.

Finally Konyl said, “So… we’re like the Mother Grub now?”

“We have… trolls growing in us now?”

Lalonde nodded. “I think your mutation triggered some kind of atavism; you trolls used to be like that, until the Mother Grub bred it out of your people. I guess this woke that up, so you can be impregnated. And your boy’s own mutations reacted well with that. Really, really well.”

Polypa contemplated this, monumental a moment and a complete game changer as it would one day before the entire troll species in an age when the government could not exert any real control over troll population dynamics, and she spoke her judgement in a way that would probably not make it to the history books:

“Huh. Neat.”

[goopytoad]

Letting Off Some Steam

Title: Letting off some steam. Warnings/Contains: Masturbation, Edging, Mentions of fucking, BoyxBoy, Orgasm Denial, Mentions Of Grinding. Genre: Smut. Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester POV: Phil desc.: Dan leaves to go to his parents house for a day or two. Phil stays home and lets off some steam while he's gone. Rating: MATURE words: 1,362 __________________________________ ___________ _________________________ "Bye Dan!" Phil waved Dan good-bye, as he left to go catch his train that went to his hometown, so he could spend some time with his family for a couple days. And that left Phil at the flat alone for two whole days, and that meant that he could do what he's been longing to do for months without hesitation. He needed to blow off some steam. Especially without Dan in the flat, so he didn't risk getting caught by him, and he could be as loud and open as he wanted without him hearing. Dan walked out of the flat, and as soon as he closed the door, Phil opend his laptop and turned it on in one swift movement. He hasn't jerked off properly in, well, weeks. and as a man with a high sex drive, that was absolute hell. He clicked on igcognito mode on his laptop- just in case Dan did decide to use his laptop for any paticular reason. Either because his died, broke, or he was too lazy to get up and get his from his room. He typed in pornhub, clicked search, and clicked on the first website that popped up on google. Phil was in no rush. He slowly slid his laptop down his lap and rubbed the front of his sweat pants, scrolling down the homepage down to the m/m link, and then he clicked. He was gifted with lots, and lots of boys as soon as the page loaded. He let out a shaky breath and he searched in the search bar, "Femboy Twink" That's what always got him riled up, it reminded him of Dan and for some reason it turned him on thinking about domming his best friend dressed in feminine lingere. The page loaded, and he sucked in a breath at the immense ammount of want he had for a cute sub, paticularly Daniel. Phil knew Dan was a sub, he had seen his search history. (by accident.) He had seen his amazon bought history, mainly consisting of different types of thigh highs and panties- Dan had made a new account and left himself logged onto it on his laptop, when Phil asked to use it to order something off of the site. Then he saw it. And he just acted like he didn't and he didn't ask Dan about it. Once, Phil was in domspace at random and was being kind of assertive with Dan. As soon as he let out a stern, "Stop, Daniel," Dan had fallen into subspace in a matter of seconds after that. And yeah, he had noticed him squirming around occasionally, and pressing his thighs together. And he might have noticed Dan's half-hard cock straining against the zipper of his jeans as he tried to gain friction without seeming to noticable, he might have noticed that too much than he should have. And later that night, Phil heard him jerking off in his room, whispering his name and swearing under his breath when he walked to turn off all the nights and brush his teeth. Yeah, it made Phil more turned on than it should have. So what? It's not his fault that his flatmate can't help but to fall into subspace at a demand from him. Phil took his shirt off so it didn't get dirty. He clicked on the video of a twink with thigh highs and panties riding a pillow. That, was hot for some reason. He didn't know why he liked it so much, but he just watched without any shame as a feminine guy rode a pillow in front of him, well on a screen of coarse. He did want Daniel to be here so he could watch him squirm and moan on top of a pillow as he helplessly humped it to get off. That's hot. Phil was half hard just at the thought of that, he palmed himself and let out a strangled breath as he wanted to touch himself so badly. But he knew that he couldn't last, and he wanted to make this last as long as he could. Then, the boy on the screen let out a moan. Oh fuck, Phil noticed how much this boy sounded like Daniel. He unbottond his sweats as fast as he could, his dick not comfortable rubbing against the soft fabric of them anymore. He pulled down his sweatpants and his boxers at the same time, leaving his red and hard cock to slap up against his stomach. He took two fingers and slid them over the top of his dick, and moaned at the sensation and pleasure created from it. Phil reached under the couch to find Dan's hand lotion, because well, he needed soft hands, I guess? The hand lotion was 100% not for jerking off to gay anime porn when Phil wasn't home. That's not what that's for. He let out a pump of lotion onto his hand and slipped it back under the couch, his dick twitched in anticipation and arousal as soon as he spread the lotion over his left hand. He encased his dick with his hand, and moved it up and down slowly. Phil moaned quietly as he stimulated himself with his hand. He didn't go any faster, he wanted to tease himself for as long as he could take it. It was now an hour after Dan had left, and he couldn't be happier to have him leave. That sounded crude, he knew, but he really needed the time alone in the flat. Soon, Phil couldn't fucking take it any longer and he went faster. "Ohhh, ffucking hell." Came out of his mouth as he jerked his cock, listening to the moans of the little twink who sounded so so much like Daniel did. Quiverd moans and strangled whimpers came from Phil at the thought of doing, well, anything that involved him on top of Dan and Dan moaning under him and telling him to go faster and faster until he came untouched. Phil's phone dinged. He panted and picked it up to see that it was a message from Dan. "hey. im on the train. just wanted to tell you in case you got worried." Phil let go of his dick, it strained against his stomach and twitched with the loss. "Thanks for telling me. I get worried sometimes." He clicked send. Another message came through at most 30 seconds later. "i dont even want to know what you're doing at the flat right now lol." "Haha. Okay, have a nice time at your parent's house Dan. And try to communicate with your dad? for me?" "yeah. sure. love you phil, bye." "Love you too." It wasn't weird for two bros to say i love you to eachother? Right? Ever seince they had met in real life they had been saying I love you to eachother. Because they loved eachother, as friends and nothing more. Phil thought about that as soon as he moaned Dan's name and bucked his hips up into his hand, he was so close and then? He let go and let out a cry at the immidiate loss, he bucked his hips into the air as he resisted the urge to touch himself and to bring himself to orgasm so fast. After a minute, he decided that he would let himself orgasm now. Phil grasped his cock and moaned. It was so sensitive. He rubbed his tip and ran his finger over his slit and jerked his cock. Precome started to leak out of his hard cock, he was letting out moans of pleasure as his orgasm approached quickly. He tipped his finger into his slit, and he came hot ribbons across his stomach. Phil's thighs clenched and unclenched, his back arched and he moaned Dan's name as his orgasm wracked through his body. He let out a tired "Phew" and turned off his Laptop, shut it, and wiped his stomach off with a tissue that were located on the coffee table because Dan had been "sick" the last couple days. He pulled his sweatpants back up around his waist and turned the TV on. He picked up his phone and texted Dan, "We need to talk when you get home."