Darling Dearest

A womb tattoo that makes you always wet, your cunt/cock leaking constantly, dripping down your legs and through your clothes. When you cum you can fill buckets

A womb tattoo with fertility sigils that guarantee you get knocked up every time someone cums inside you, making you swell up faster than natural, often with multiples, turning you into little more than a fertile broodmare popping out baby after baby

A womb tattoo that makes you irresistible. No one can look at you without getting hot and bothered, you can’t go out in public without getting groped at least, raped over and over at most. You’d better be careful in case someone decides they want to keep you

A womb tattoo that makes you extra hypnotizable. Spirals are your number one weakness. All someone has to do is wave their hands and speak in a calm voice to turn you brainless and drooling

A womb tattoo that exposes you in public. If you wear a skirt it will fly up, pants will rip down the ass. A tank top will always slip off your shoulders and expose your chest, white shirts will always get wet and long sleeved shirts will be torn in some way. Better to wear skimpy clothes so you don’t keep having to replace everything.

A womb tattoo that attracts horny monsters to you. Hiking in the woods will lead to being chased down and bred by a pack of werewolves. If you can get away you’ll be accosted by the tentacle monster in the lake, gangraped by goblins and orcs and kidnapped by a dragon whose scaly cock splits you open to lay its eggs in you

Wanna be on my knees drooling all over your cock, letting it spill around the flesh as I’m held at the base of your cock, my throat bulging with the outline of your cock and ruining my boxers with my slick

Why concern yourself with my worthless brain when I’ve got these tits to be played with, three holes that were made to be used, and a womb that’s waiting to be filled. That’s all I’m good for, better yet, what I was made for. My silly little fantasies of being a “man” don’t change that.

If someone’s tired of hearing about my “identity” they can just shove their cock down my throat. Call me whatever they want while they hold my head down. Watch me struggle to say something about it.

I wouldn’t be doing much thinking either way if my wet “boy” pussy was being stretched out. Maybe, while I can still string together sentences, I’d pathetically try to restate that I identify as a man. But I’d probably be cut off by my own girly moans and whimpers as their cock thrusts deep inside of me, abusing my cervix and g spot.

Riding your owner's throbbing cock doesn't mean you're not a lesbian...

Drooling all over your tits while they violate your holes doesn't mean you're not a lesbian...

like realistically the person who waxes me sees plenty of cunts in a day and so probably wouldn't bat an eye at seeing mine and would be very professional about it even if they did notice anything

but like what if instead of being professional, the esthetician starts commenting on my cunt, touching and exploring it, and commenting that i have the smallest clit they've ever seen when they pull my clitorial hood back, telling me that waxing all the hair off won't make my clit any more prominent

perhaps they make fun of how much my cunt leaks and how it might ruin all their hard work, so they have to keep wiping up my wetness in order to start waxing my pussy

They cannot even properly hide most my cunt lips. I don't get why people are staring. And I am so surprised when someone reaches down to tug at my cunt flaps, pulling them fully out of the sorry excuse for swimwear.

I can only gasp. But it doesn't stop there. Soon enough the swimwear is pulled to the side and cock after cock is pumping into my cunt.