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fetishizeyourself · 9 months
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lines such as "what's happening" and "what are you doing to me" are what really make a transformation story. im correct
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witchofthesouls · 2 months
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Are divorces a thing in cybertronian culture? Like, spark bonding is basically marriage but more extreme in the sense that their literal souls are being bound together, but can it be broken? If it is but very rare I’d imagine that their version of divorce is seen as very shocking (possibly even seen as blasphemy to some religious bots) to others.
Because of the variety of relationships on Cybertron, which can be different between city-states and caste, there are several kinds of marriages that are accepted throughout the planet.
Conjunx Endura is the legal process of it. It's mainly based on the Acts of Affirmation and other additional regional concessions.
Because Iacon is the birthplace of Functionism, the city-state requires the pair to register as "Primary" and "Secondary" Conjunxes. By their mandates, it's the party with the higher caste that becomes the Primary Conjunx. If both are from the same caste, then the one with more wealth and/or political acumen.
Polyhex, unlike her sister-cities, mainly relies on legal paperwork to declare their statuses. This is due to their highly unstable terrain and loosely connected towns and villages. While still a passionate and artistic culture, it created a cold, very pragmatic mindset when it comes to relationships. Their courts that involve family matters can be viciously ugly for different reasons.
Legal spouses have the option to split and go separate ways.
Mecha can have multiple Conjunxes.
Bonded by spark marriages are a whole other shebang. While highly romantic with many spiritual and religious connotations, it's a permanent thing until death... with the surviving party following their bondmate soon after.
Despite what the media depicts, a deep connection isn't formed with a single passionate, yet shallow press. That could yield a sparklet but not a solid bond.
It's mainly due to the highly coveted Resonants status. It's where two (or more) sparks are ridiculously compatible with each other to the point the separate sparks immediately latch into a deep connection, overwhelming the respective mecha's wishes.
Bondmates have the unique ability to ping each other's general location. It isn't a specific set of coordinates, but they can get a pull to a direction, no matter the distance and suppression tools.
Highly-tuned and well-established bondmates would have the capability to 'feel' each other's emotional states.
Throughout Cybertron's history, many parties have taken advantage of spark marriages, both for personal and political gain, such as two warring parties reconciling with two high party members spark-bonding.
The most (in)famous pair are Megatronus and Solus. While the most widespread tale is their tragic romance that ended with Megatronus killing Solus, there are tales and myths of them taking more lovers, separate and together.
Because of the highly risky nature and uncomfortable level of raw intimacy, this extreme kind of political marriage usually has witnesses to the initial martial bed. Both to verify the authenticity and to mitigate any potential assassination or murder-suicide during the orns-long bonding sessions. (The closest equivalent would be a secluded month-long honeymoon and consummation ceremony. Traditionally witnessed by a senior priest and medic team to vet it and to use their considerable combined strength if necessary...)
There had been tales of survivors, but that usually included the necessity of another intimate sparkbond to stabilize them.
Vos and Praxian do have records of survivors within triads and trines. Researchers of the city-states have proposed that the trine bonds allowed the backlash to be shared with two others. The immense stress would be painful yet not fatal, provided the two members were alive.
Seekerkin cities have a specific relationship status for successful heat-induced couplings.
Much to Vos, Praxus, and Polyhex's annoyance and bemusement, other city-states reclassify this kind of status as a "marriage" as they gave up trying to figure this out in addition to Seekerkin's convoluted social structures and kinship-ties.
Heat-couplings have protected statuses in regards to sharing medical information, finances, and can define custody between the carrier's and sire(s)' flocks.
An 'annulment' can happen should the sparklet(s) fizzle out before dropping down.
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genderstormwrites · 8 months
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I'm sorry, dear. You thought you could dress up in a frilly pink costume, wave a wand around, and proclaim yourself the defender of the city and that *wouldn't* make me want to mold and corrupt you into a loyal drone with no autonomy?
Now that's just short-sighted...
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m-awile · 2 months
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GTS!Megs hates making new friends
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jakkinlarethian · 2 months
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How I Became a Hide(out) - Part 1
I was just minding my own business in the market, doing my daily shopping, when a man I had never seen before walked up to me and sized me up. He appeared to be a little bit taller than me, but roughly the same size. His skin was darker than mine, kind of like a mediterranean vibe.
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He said to me, “You’ll do” and yanked me into the side alley. Before I could protest, he put a capsule under my nose, which made me a little bit dizzy and made me not want to run.
He got a needle out of his bag and injected something into my neck. I felt like I couldn’t move a muscle or resist him at all. I was just standing there motionless. After he finished with the injection, he started to take off his clothes, stripping all the way naked. I tried to watch him, but my eyesight started to get cross eyed. I never had a problem with this, but it seems as if I could really start to see both sides my nose. My arms could move a little bit again and so I reached my hand to feel what was going on. As I reached and touched my nose, it pushed in caving in my face- distorting my vision further. I put both hands up to feel but all I can feel was my face collapsing in on itself, as if there was nothing in my skull anymore. Just then, my arms became limp again and fell to my sides. That jerking motion caused my head to flop forward, which made my face spread over my chest.
I could feel my arms drooping as if they were fabric. They twisted slighlty as if there was no longer any bone holding them in position. It was a very bizarre feeling.
I heard my attacker say, “You’re coming along nicely– even faster than I expected.”
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As my face spread flat across my own chest I could feel my breathing and heartbeat distinctly. Suddenly I noticed that it was no longer beating- my chest was thinning out as if it were hollowing out. I could feel the deadweight of my arms slowly dragging down my shoulders, pressing down on my chest as it continued to hollow out. My face travelled down my chest on my torso until it was draped over my dick and balls. I could feel the empty form of my head conforming to the curve of my dick. I was a bit hard- this was such a bizarre and fantastic situation; apparently it aroused me on some level. My nose was flattened on the top bridge of my dick, my eyes could see each other on the underside of it.
The hollowing-out feeling continued with my stomach, which finally caved in on itself. My legs starting to feel wiggly. They started to collapse in on themselves, telescoping down as if they were folding in on themselves like a rolled up sock. With the final loss of any balancing that I had, I crumpled to the floor into what felt like a pile of fabric. I could feel parts of my body touching areas they shouldn't be able to. The wierdest feeling was that my leg skin touching other leg skin that was rolled on top of itself. Somehow my face had flipped and landed on top of the stack. From my perspective, It looked as if I was laying flat on the ground.
 The man stood over me, looking down at me on the ground. 
“I think you’re gonna serve my needs very nicely” he said. He picked me up, grabbing me by the top of my head. I could feel myself pulling off of the ground as if I was a blanket that had been piled on the floor. It was strange to feel part of me stretched tight from the lift versus the other parts I that I could feel folded in on themselves still down on the ground.
He put his hands in my mouth and stretched it open. He kept going far past what I thought my mouth should be able to do. He then proceeded to stick one foot down into my mouth and place his toes down into my neck. I didn’t feel any resistance from teeth or tongue or throat in anyway, it says if I was completely hollow. He proceeded to put his other foot in, stretching my mouth even wider. 
Both of his feet were now in my mouth, and I was there staring up at the back of his calves. He started to wiggle them to get them to go fully down my throat. My throat stretched accordingly, and I could feel his feet starting to dip into my chest. I was now staring up at his butt, with my lips completely cuffing around his two calves . It was as if I was swallowing him, licking him the whole way as I was going.
He put his two thumbs down in the sides of my mouth and gripped hard. He then started to pull my mouth and face upward so that his legs went deeper down into my chest. I felt his toe bump on the inside of my bellybutton, and keep going. His right toe momentarily got stuck on the inside of my dick where it joined my body– he had to wiggle around trying to get get it loose. My dick just flopped around as he did so. He finally got it loose and continued to shove his feet finally down into my thighs. My lips were now just below his butt cheeks, and my nose was firmly planted in his crack. I was staring up at his hairy back. He proceeded to pull on my leg skin, to start to bunching it up on itself so that he could fish his feet down farther into my legs.
He started to pull up my leg skin from he outside as if he were fitting his legs inside pants. I could feel my leg skin bunching up as he pulled my skin to get his feet into mine. His feet popped through my ankles and onto the soles of my foot. I could feel his toes push into mine from the inside. He pulled my foot taught, and then wiggled his toes to perfectly align them inside mine. He then pulled up on my leg skin to set his ankle in place. He did this for the other foot and then stood up.
He again shoved his fingers back into my mouth and started to tug upward. My nose dug deep into his crack and got stuck for a little bit, but he then unclenched and pulled it free. I felt my lower jaw cup his balls, and then stop. He had to move his hand around to stretch my mouth a bit wider to insert his very large cock in my mouth and down my throat. Whatever was left of my tongue licked his whole package as it slid past. I was now staring straight up his back from the position of his waist.
My mouth was now sealed around his waist like a waist band. The whole process must’ve been exciting him a little bit too because I could feel his dick nestled on the inside of my chin and it was flicking slightly. He shimmied back and forth to start to work his torso in. He again put his hands in either side of my mouth and tugged up hard, working it slowly up his torso to the underside of his chest. I could feel my bottom lip sliding over each ab and my top lip cupping his lower back. He then reached down and tugged at my leg skin to fully position his legs completely within mine. He reached down and worked my butt skin over to conpletely cup his bubble butt. Finally, he pulled out my dick and balls stretching them outward until he could align them with his shaft. It took a little bit of wiggling back-and-forth, but he was finally able to completely cup his balls and shaft. I felt like it stretched me out a couple inches longer than my dick usually was.
With that in position, he again started working the sides mouth up so that I slowly inched over his chest. I could feel his nipples flick past my lips, as my mouth was now brought up to underneath his armpits. I can start to taste his sweaty pits as my mouth came in contact with them. He used his left arm to hook inside my mouth and pull it triple-wide out from his chest so that he could plunge his right arm down through my mouth into my arm hole. He fished it down like a glove. Once he got his arm inside of mine, he let my mouth slap back, and then proceeded to use his free arm to position my skin over his right arm. Once his fingers were completely slotted within mine, he did the same by pulling my neck back out again and fishing his left arm inside of my mouth so that he could completely fit his left arm within mine. In the process I could feel his arm scraping and pushing out, bulging my chest as it went by trying to get into the left arm sleeve. He finally got it in, including all fingers by using his already gloved hand to stretch and pull my fingers into place.
My mouth was now around his neck and with my face looking straight up at the back of his head. He put my fingers back into my mouth and stressed it wide and up and over the top of his head. He did the same with my lower jaw, stretching it up over his jaw. After a couple more tugs and pushes, he was able to guide my lips completely over his head to complete my swallowing of him whole.
He used his hands to position my face over his making sure his nose nested in mine, and that my eyes aligned with his. I hadn’t realized that my eyeballs must’ve disappeared because I could see out of what was my eyeholes. At last, it seemed as if I had completely enveloped him. He started to stretch out our arms and legs to make sure that everything was fitting snuggly. He then reached his fingers into my mouth and stretched my lips inward so that I completely covered the inside of his lips. With one final inspection, he got out a second needle and jabbed it into my facial skin. After the needle was fully injected, I could feel my skin start to expand into the insides of his mouth and coat his tongue. I could feel all of my openings start to seal into his, as if my skin was now lining all of the insides of his openings. I could feel my skin, expanding up his ass and down the urethra of his dick.
“Wow – you really fit me like a glove. You make an awesome body suit” my attacker said in my own voice. I am guessing my inner coating of his body also included his vocal cords. He now could pass as me anywhere.
The effects of the drugs must’ve still been in my system as I slowly got sleepy. I tried to fight it, but I passed out.
To be Continued...
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mango-ribs · 1 year
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Why do ya like cages in vore so much? Im curious.
I’m not sure actually,,,
Maybe it’s because I feel safer in an environment like that, or maybe because jt feels different from pred eating prey out of hunger? Whether the cage is outside of the pred or inside/is the tum, it just feels like another layer of safety
Or maybe it’s just that it flusters me to feel like a hunter wants me so much they’re willing to lock me up until they’re ready to play with me.
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reesevernerlovebot · 6 months
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The ultimate R/B dynamic
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willwritesagain · 11 months
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You're Nicked
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Leaving the house and heading to the gym, Samantha saw some commotion up the street. It looked like someone was trying to run and hide from the police, using people's gardens and cars to stealth their way down the street and sirensscreamed and officers on foot ran down the middle of the road. Seeing this Samantha decided to go the long way to the gym. She could jog and it'd become part of her workout. Her heart was pounding and she was glad she was wearing her activewear. She was determined to stay focused and reach the gym safely. 
About 5 minutes into her jog she became incredibly itchy, as if someone had filled her clothes with itching powder. She scratched her chest and gasped in shock. She stopped on the spot and looked down at her chest. She had grown chest hair, neatly trimmed chest hair. She screamed and cried out for help from anyone that could hear her. Zipping up her hoody she sprinted back towards her house. Her long hair receded into her head under her hood. She burst through the door, her face pale and sweaty. As she raced to the bathroom mirror, she saw that her jaw had become more angular and her eyes had become a deep shade of blue. She was no longer the same person she had been five minutes ago. She watched as dark stubble began to grow on her face, she tried to brush it off but nothing she did would remove her facial hair. She was terrified. She pulled her hood down revealing her shortened hair. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her entire head and face was that of a man. She felt pressure in her chest. She unzipped her hood and opened it up and watched as her already quite small breasts shrunk away and firmed into pecs and abs rolled out beneath them. She looked down in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. She felt her body becoming stronger, more muscular, and her voice deepening. 
There was a banging at the front door. She zipped up and ran down to open the door, thinking it was someone here to help. It was not. It was the police officers she saw chasing the man earlier. Once she had the door open the police stormed in shouting for her to get on the floor. She yelled out in her new deep voice and ran to the back door to escape. Why was this happening to her? With her new strength and agility she managed to hope the garden fence into the back alley, which headed towards the park. 
She seemed to have lost the police for now so she stopped to catch her breath and process what she could of the situation. She felt something slide out of her crotch and from what she had already gone through, she knew exactly what it was. Shereached down and felt her fresh cock, huge, sensitive and wet. Her hand was still down there exploring when she felt two testicals drop out and hung below as a wirey pubic bush began to surround her new genitalia.
Now fully transformed into whoever she was she let out a cry of confusion and fear. The police were at the other end of the alley so HE started sprinting in the opposite direction. However, police were waiting at the other end too and had the guns raised. The new man fell to his knees not wanting to be shot at. He didn't want to die any more than he wanted to be a man. 
"You're nicked"
A police officer said behind him.
As he was arrested and approached the police car he saw his fully transformed reflection again and realised it was the man being chased down the street she saw not 15 minutes ago.
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Somewhere on the other side of town, stood a smiling woman. She looked exactly how Samantha used to look.
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A Night He'll Never Forget
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People will be all like “Neanderthals were wiped out 😔 idk how tho” and I don’t either, obviously, but I do know that some of my Homo sapiens sapiens ancestors were sucking and fucking Neanderthals who were also some of my ancestors and I feel like it’s a bit of a disservice to great great grandparents Neanderthal. There might no longer be pure Neanderthals or even mostly Neanderthal hybrids, but my (several hundred at least) great grandparents were Neanderthals and Homo sapiens who were sucking and fucking each other and I for one don’t forgor that. This one goes out to you grandma eyebrows *goes crazy on a bone or reed flute*
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killerpancakeburger · 2 months
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Imagine not being able to spend Valentine Days with Soap so you send him flowers and chocolates to base. Johnny's over the fucking moon when he finds it in his room with a card from you.
Almost the entire base makes fun of him for it - macho military culture dictates - but he's so ecstatic, he doesn't even notice the unpleasant comments and the judgmental stares. Even when some gets all in his face about it, the sarcasm goes way over his head. How could anyone think you're anything but the best partner ever and that he's elated that he gets to date you? He will brag about it and about you to any soul willing to listen - and even some unwilling.
The Task Force teases him endearingly at first, but after hearing about it for the 16th time today, they start losing it a bit. Text you their complaints. You only reply "LOL wish I was there xoxo". Price has to beg Soap to let the cleaning staff do their fucking job and throw away the bouquet that has been dried and dead for days now.
Johnny's always been the competitive type though, so when you two meet again, he dumps in your arms a bigger bouquet, a bigger box of chocolate and a plushie so huge it barely fits in your arms. That's an outcome you did not anticipated and the TF laughs when they see you struggling to carry it all - sweet revenge from when you ignored their complaints.
"Johnny wtf it's not a competition"
"Life's a competition Bonnie. Need a hand?"
"Yeah"
He picks you up instead of picking up the presents.
"MACTAVISH FOR THE LOVE OF-"
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simscastaway · 1 year
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It’s absolutely stoating it off the ground and I’ve just had to go and coax my sisters cat to come back instead
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jakkinlarethian · 2 months
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How I Became a Hide(out) - Part 2
I woke with a start in my own bed. I bolted out of bed and stood up, trying to figure out if what just happened to me was a dream or was real. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked like me; I waved my own arms and legs, and smiled and grimaced in the mirror. I opened my mouth and looked in, and it looked all the same. As far as I could tell, maybe this was some very bizarre dream that I’d had. I went to the sink, got a cup of water and drank it with no problem. I went to the toilet and pissed a night’s worth of piss out. I seemed a bit longer than usual, but maybe that's just a bit of morning wood lingering on? Could the bodysuiting of me just been a dream? Surely that was just a vivid dream. 
I got dressed and went on about my day as if nothing had happened last night. 
Days past and my life went on as normal. The thoughts of the dream were so vivid that it stuck with me. It’s as if that it actually happened, but I guess it was just that strong of a dream. I started to forget the happening, and started to relax and go on about my business.
At the end of a very stressful week, I figured I needed to relax. Maybe beating one out would help me relax. 
I reach down and start to stroke. I guess it’s been a while because it felt more sensual than usual. I leaned back and started to enjoy the ride. 
In the thick of it, I start to notice a popping sensation with each stroke that sent me higher than I’ve ever felt. I opened my eyes and looked down. What I saw caused me to abruptly stop. 
Sticking out of my piss slit was a whole other darker glans. The popping sensation was my dick opening up at each slide and popping over the other dick's head and coming to a rest at the neck of the glans. My dick was just a sheath covering what had to be a grower sticking out several inches past my tip. It was real. It happened. There’s someone inside me!
Just then, my body started to move out of my control. My hands started stroking my (our?) Dick harder and faster. I heard and felt my mouth saying, “Oh no- you can’t start that and not finish. We’re taking it to the end.” 
He stretched my sheath of a cock way past his tip all the way back to a bunched up pile at his base. Faster and faster he stroked, taking us both over the edge. As he ejaculated, he pinched my Dick shut to make me contain all his jizz. 
“You’re going to need nutrients, I bet you were getting hungry since you’ve only been feeding me. Have some protein.”
He (we?) sat back and relaxed. There was no clean up as I had absorbed it all.
My captor then said, "I'm going to let you take control again, as you're a great place to hide me from the law and my enemies. As long as you don't try to expose me, I'll let you stay in control while I sit back for the ride. When I get activated by my manager, We will talk further about what comes next. Until then, I own you- and can take control any time I want. You don't have any muscles left to resist, all you are is a husk that will serve me well."
There it was- I was truly only a husk, hiding someone from the law. 
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hervench · 2 years
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and not to be a curmudgeon or whatever take it up the ass or whatever these bitches say. some things are understandable if u use ur brain. sorry
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