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Tongue split and piercings feature by x.wicked.widow.x on Instagram.
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By inkflow_akiwong
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This photo gives me gender euphoria.
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toshirogohma · 9 months
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One can dream
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salem-ivy · 1 year
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Hey I’m back and why the fuck did I care so much about people who couldn’t give less of a fuck about me? 22y/o me could beat up 18y/o me.
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bruno-bma · 1 year
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😉 #transcrotal #transcrotalplug #genital #genitalpiercing #piercing #bodymod #bodymods #bodymodification #bodymodifications #pierceritaliani #italianpiercer #aipp_pierceritaliani #safepiercing #apadravia (presso Ghirigori Family) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSxSymMIe8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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fucknormalityx · 2 years
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Days like this ❤️‍🔥
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thevoumagazinesblog · 3 months
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newstattoos · 9 months
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Carolann Mohrman, 75, perched behind an artist’s booth at the sixth-annual Denver Tattoo Arts Festival last month as the buzz of tattoo needles filled the air — slightly out of place because she doesn’t have any tattoos, nor does she plan to get inked. “I don’t like having my skin punctured,” the Lakewood, Colo., resident said. The first-tim...
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handlinepic · 2 months
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visuallifes · 2 months
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bodymodificationnation · 11 months
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Blackout Tattoos
Model: droptop_sg
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Trying to take aesthetic photos is hard or I just suck at it.
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anon-e-miss · 7 months
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Udder Shame -2
They let Prowl recharge after a while. A splash of cold water shocked Prowl awake and he shook, such as he could in the stocks. Someone attached a milker to his wells and they immediately started to tug. He was not gravid and had never been. Despite the stimulation, the machine did not get a drop of energon from him. To his shame, however, Prowl’s valve lubricated. A tube was presented and pushed into Prowl’s mouth and slurry poured down his throat. As he was force fuelled, Prowl cried quietly. He coughed as the tube was pulled from his throat and hoped he might be left in peace. It was not to be. Behind him, he heard the fragging machine dragged into position.
“Stop! Stop!” Prowl cried. “I don’t want this. I did not volunteer!”
“Should be gag him?” Someone asked.
“No,” Pharma replied. “I like it when they cry a bit.”
“No! Stop!” Prowl wailed. Falsespikes pushed into Prowl’s valve and aft and immediately started battering his holes. “Nooo. Nooo. Stop!”
Prowl shook with the force of the frag. His face plates heated and his jaw fell open as his transluid duct and ceiling node were relentlessly pounded. Pharma toyed with his spike and Prowl felt a peculiar strain. Suddenly, something shot up, plunging into his sheath and battering it in time with the falsespikes in his aft and valve. The Enforcer’s optics went wide as his sheath was fragged hard. His valve drooled a constant stream of lubricant as he was roughly used. Though he tossed his helm in deny at first, soon Prowl’s helm hung. Pharma pulled his helm up by his chevron and wiped the drool from his chin.
“What kind of mech gets off being used like this?” Pharma asked.
“I…” Prowl moaned, trying to argue. Pharma waved his servo and the machines picked up speed and force. “Oh! Oh!”
“You can’t help it,” Pharma said. “You’re just a stupid little slut. At least now you can be made proper use of.”
“Nah!” Prowl cried as he overloaded. It just went on and on.
It took a couple of orns before he grew fur. A coat of black and white covered wherever Prowl could see. His digits became wide and blunt. He curled them around the edge of the stocks as the machine fragged him. The milker he had been perpetually hooked up to tugged at his wells and energon poured. A few mega-cycles before, his belly had started to shake strangely as he was being fragged by the machine and the overseer had hooked a milker down there. Prowl could only cry as the stimulation made him overload all but constantly. Pharma made him watch as he branded Prowl’s aft with a hot iron as Prowl bellowed and sobbed, the Seeker walked around and showed Prowl his reflection in the mirror.
He had the snout of a mechanimal. His chevron had turned into red horns and his was covered in a thick layer of black and white spotted fur. The udders on his belly and his wells were swollen with energon. Prowl sobbed at the sight. They had turned him into a mechanimal, a bovinoid. Pharma pierced his floppy audio with a tag, assigning him a number and he put a collar with a bell around his neck. Though Prowl tried to curse at the Seeker, his glossa did not work right and had not in an orn. All Prowl could do was moo and bellow.
“Usually we do artificial insemination,” Pharma explained. “But you’re so special you deserve a live cover.”
Prowl mooed and mooed as a massive mech… mechanimal was brought it. The beast walked on two legs, with hooves instead of peds. He had a snout like Prowl with a large ring through his olfactory ridge. Between his legs were two huge spikes and they were rock hard. Terrified Prowl shook his helm and mooed his displeasure but the beast only snorted. He needed no help from the overseers to do what he was meant and he fell on Prowl with a triumphant bellow and plunged his huge spikes into Prowl’s valve… valves. The beast rutted into what had been Prowl’s spike at the same time as he rutted into his valve. Under the beastly frag, Prowl shook and cried, his moos plaintive, at first. Despite himself, before long, Prowl was pushing back into the beast’s spikes, overloading as he did.
“What a perfect performance,” Pharma cheered. “I do believe our stud deserves a reward as well.”
Before Prowl knew what was happening, he was pulled from the stocks, freed from the milkers and tossed down into the straw. He did not get the chance to right himself, the beast was on him, pinning him face down in the straw as he lined his spikes up again. Prowl shrieked as the beast’s aim was off and he plunged a spike into Prowl’s afthole and then his valve. Though he was fragging the wrong hole, the beast did not care at all and he railed Prowl in the straw. Blunt digits pressed Prowl’s face down as the beast grunted against his cheekplate. From the corner of his optic, Prowl saw the stall door close as the Seeker left him.
“It’s a good thing you were such an aft slut in your past life,” Pharma declared as he smacked Prowl’s aching, upturned aft. He had fallen into stasis lock, aft raised up in the air as the beast had forced both his spikes into his aft, after doing the same to his valve. Prowl ached all over. Pharma reached under him and tugged at his teet. Energon shot over the floor. “Your udders ache, don’t they?”
“Moo,” Prowl moaned. He was limp and unresisting as they put him back in the stocks. The first squirt of energon from his swollen udders brought such relief. Tears poured from his optics as the Seeker pulled the fragging machine up behind him. Prowl heard the machine more than he felt it, the beast had destroyed him. Pharma cackled.
“Dumb mechcow. You had better hope you took or you’ll have another dark-cycle with the bull soon.”
Prowl took. He learned he was carrying the beast’s progeny with Pharma’s servo up his aft. Time passed but Prowl could not track it. Every mega-cycle was the same. His belly grew and grew and he felt the calf kick. How long he gestated for, Prowl did not know. One mega-cycle, Prowl went into emergence. They let him free from the stocks and left him to shuffle around the stall, at a loss for what he out to do. Faintly, Prowl heard a moo, and he leaned against the wall closest to the other mechcow’s stall and took comfort in his or her presence. As his forge contracted, Prowl pushed and the calf felt from his frame into the straw with a splatter. It gave a loud cry and Prowl did not know if he should feel joy or sorrow. Pharma came in a short time later.
“A bull!” The Seeker said as he handed the calf off to an overseer. “It’s not ideal but not to worry, in a quartex you’ll be fertile again and the Bull will be back to frag another calf into you.”
There was no question what Prowl should feel now. It was sorrow.
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wessyboo · 1 year
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Sunbed babe 💋 xoxo #tan #tanning #blonde #blondehair #kysselips #lipfiller #fillers #plasticsurgery #plastic #bodymodification #transgender #trans #mtf #tgirl https://www.instagram.com/p/CpwJ1xQtA5m/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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bruno-bma · 1 year
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😉 #transcrotal #transcrotalplug #genital #genitalpiercing #piercing #bodymod #bodymods #bodymodification #bodymodifications #pierceritaliani #italianpiercer #aipp_pierceritaliani #safepiercing (presso Ghirigori Family) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSxHjQs9SB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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