You were a young, good looking girl. Or so you were told. Your long blonde hair fell gracefully on your bony bony shoulders. Your defined cheekbones gave you a sharp look. Your skinny waist made you quite the catch in the eyes of people around you.
But you weren't happy, were you? The long hair didn't feel right. Neither did the feminine face or the skimpy outfits you wore to show off your tiny body.
So you choose to pursue happiness instead and admitted to yourself that you're not the girl you're pretending to be. You chopped off the hair into a messy mohawk and dyed it bright colors, got piercings and tattoos, traded your tiny dresses and heels for oversized leather jackets, rough jeans and combat boots. It took years but you eventually even got on testosterone. The changes made you ecstatic. You gained muscle mass, your body hair grew and got darker, your voice deepened....
And you became hungry. All the years of denying yourself the pleasure of food in order to fit into a box caught up to you and for the first time you ate freely. After all, you were basically going through a second puberty and that's just how teenage boys get, right?
They chug bear, tear into a steak, devour plates after plates of chicken wings, fries, pizzas, whatever they can get their hand on. You were no different. You ate everything in sight and soon it started catching up to you.
Your small waist blended into your wide hips, giving you a more boxy, manly appearance. Your thickening thighs tore through your old feminine skinny jeans and became the perfect resting place for your softened belly. Your arms got huge and mixed with the muscle mass you still got they gave you almost bear like appearance. You could easily go out without binding because your tits now just looked like moobs.
Nowadays, you as much as catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and can't help but get horny. The body you worked so hard on makes you wet just thinking about it. You made it yourself out of flesh that was unfit for you and you did it one shot and one stuffing at a time.
Tell me boy, doesn't it feel nice? To finally become one of the big men you always admired? Doesn't the low vibrator of your voice in your throat make you excited? Don't you want to get that tummy to jiggle even more?
I know you want this.
So eat up
You were never meant to be a small girl anyway
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James: Regulus, there's something else I've been wanting to say, but before I do, I just, I want you to know you don't have to say it back. I know you're not ready, and I don't want you to say it just because social convention dictates-
Reg: I love you too
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One day I’m gonna snap and start being so much more fucking annoying about my sexuality and being pan and gay at the same time until all the stupid 14 yr olds who I’ve been queer longer than they’ve been alive trying to tell me what definitions mean stop following me entirely.
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let's cut to the chase, zelda fandom. you're not gonna spout incredibly hateful (and sometimes downright misogynistic) things about yona just because she is prince sidon's fiancé. you're going to at least treat her with the same respect you'd give any other character. if you're upset because you're into sidlink you're going to remember that healthy polyamory or amicable breakups or gentle rewrites of canon or other numerous solutions exist, and if you don't like her or think nintendo made her specifically to spite sidlink shippers (they didn't, get your head out of your own ass 🙄) you're still going to be polite.
you are above taking potshots at female characters who "get in the way" of your ship, okay?
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