hey heyyy! im anon, an alter in a system (im not allowed to share WHICH. lame)!!! im basically the "evil alter", pro-endo, pro-freak, pro-para, pro-rq and pro-(most-)transIDs, etc.
on a serious note, I may be a freak and be what you're against but please do not send death threats. im one of a very small group of system members like this. my other system members are varying pro/anti-endo, anti-rq, anti-transID, pro-noncontact-paras, etc. this is a blog for me to get this out as to not affect other sysmates. all i can ask is you block and move on if you dont like me specifically, I will not break DNIs, please don't break your own.
if i do break a DNI, please inform me and I will honestly apologize and stop interacting. If i use the wrong tags (ex: using anti endo tags on accident), politely tell me and I will remove the tag without a fight. I myself have no DNI other than what has been stated above.
important info under the cut!
we are adults (19) and I am an ageless alter, though more leaning towards an adult, despite typing in immature fashion (as I've been told).
we have OCD, DID, PTSD, autism, and other various disorders.
shout out @hostsfavoritewillo, my fellow headmate <3
im not going to share our traumas that caused me to form, nor our trauma and why im like "this" in general. im not going to share our main blog. im not going to share anything about us. my name is anon (yes it actually is) for a reason, I do not owe you our information, for our own safety. please respect this.
im a bit of a freak, and i may reblog (or rarely post) certain inappropriate topics here. caution the #anonsft tag. I have a post of my paraphilias/kinks & transIDs here. you can send suggestive asks and all, I dont care. I am anti-contact, though I still don't have a DNI.
my other tags include:
#anonchat β normal chatting, my own posts
#anonargues β syscourse, discourse, all that. i will not break DNIs, as stated before.
#anonshares β posts where I actually share stuff about myself, similar to introposts. ill link most of those here, somewhere.
#anoncoins β coining posts!!! where i coin terms!!
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Imagine being on display at a fakeboy pussy exhibition. They gave you $1000 to be the main event at an art exhibit alongside three other fakeboys. Youβre bent over, with only your hips, ass, pussy, and legs sticking out through a hole in the wall, so that your identity could be concealed. Your ankles are restrained to keep your legs spread open throughout the exhibition, so that everyone can get a good look at your pretty pussy.
The evening seems to be going pretty well for the first few hours. You can hear people passing by on the other side of the wall, commenting on how gorgeous and feminine your pussies are.
But then, you hear a commotion in the large exhibition room - someone is speaking into a microphone. βThank you all for coming out tonight for the exhibition. Now is the moment youβve all been waiting for: itβs time for the auction to begin!β You and the other fakeboys exchange confused glances. βFor their generous donation, the lucky winner gets to impregnate one of these lovely fakeboys! Bids start at $10,000.β
Your stomach sinks as you hear the auction begin. How could they have neglected to mention this? Plus, the starting bid was so much more than you got paid, it wasnβt fair! You start to struggle against your restraints, desperately hoping to break free, but you just hear the crowd in the other room laughing.
βOh, we have a feisty one! Donβt you just love seeing those wide birthing hips squirm, folks?β
The dysphoria was starting to get to you, and unfortunately the wetness it caused was on display for dozens - or was it hundreds? - of people. You suddenly became overly conscious of the feeling of your ass jiggling with each small movement. The restraints were very secure and hadnβt budged whatsoever; perhaps it wasnβt worth struggling.
You hear the bids going higher and higher, approaching $100,000 now. Maybe itβll just be one of us who gets impregnated, you think. Hopefully the auction winner will choose to breed one of the other fakeboysβ pussies.
You hate to throw your compatriots under the bus, but the situation demanded it. You really, really donβt want to get pregnant right now. How would you explain it to people when your tits swelled up too massive and milky to bind, and your big pregnant belly necessitated that you wear girly maternity clothes instead of your favorite button-up shortsleeve shirts? In only a few short months, it would become impossible to hide the fact that you had been impregnated, and everyone who saw you would instantly be able to tell that your body had been claimed and put to work making babies.
No, no, no! It couldβt be! You sink further into denial as the bids approach $200,000. There are four fakeboys at this exhibition, so the chances that you would be the victim were only 25%. You could be safe and go on living your life as a stealth fakeboy while one of the others dealt with the consequences of being tricked into this auction. Surely, surely β¦ !
The final bid was placed: a whopping $260,000. Your heart raced. The winning bidder was cheered and congratulated as they made their way to the front. You heard their footsteps approaching.
"Which one should I breed first?" they ask out loud. The crowd shouts out a jumble of different answers. You hear the fakeboy to your right gasp quietly, then a moment later you feel a cold finger tracing along your asscheek. The hand moves down to grab the inside of your thigh.
"You're dripping all the way onto the floor, did you realize that?" the bidder's voice asks. "You must really want this." You quiver as you feel their hand touch your exposed lips, rubbing your wetness all over your erect tdick and pussy. You can barely contain the moan the sensation causes. They're touching you gently, like they actually want to make you feel good, which just makes you feel all the more needy. They squeeze and jiggle your thighs and ass as they start to inspect you; spreading your cheeks, palpating your vulva, stroking the curvature of your hips.
"You're a fine specimen, you know that? A pussy like this definitely deserves to be on display." They spoke quietly now, talking only to you rather than to the audience. "I don't think I could live with myself if I passed up an opportunity to fill it." They slipped their fingers inside you and you felt yourself clench around them involuntarily. "Good girl," they cooed. Being referred to as such made you feel incredibly dysphoric, and yet you couldn't deny how it aroused you. You felt a longing to be slutty, to submit and prove what a good girl you could be.
When they removed their fingers, a desperate whimper escaped from you. You couldn't bear the feeling of emptiness inside you any longer. There was no denying it: your pussy wanted - needed - to be bred. So, when you heard the sound of the bidder's pants dropping to the floor, you felt a wave of relief. Maybe I just won't get pregnant, you bargain. Most people have to try more than once, right?
They smack your ass, and you can feel the whole thing jiggle in reverberation. Their cock prods your pussy, and you feel them rub the tip up and down your slit. It takes all your effort just to not whimper out loud with desire. I'm totally powerless in this situation, so I might as well enjoy it in the moment, you think.
"You should be proud to have such a fat pussy. It's a shame you don't show it off more. If you belonged to me, I'd put it on display every single day."
Finally, the bidder sank their cock into you. You felt how incredibly slick your passage was from the ease with which it slipped inside. Subconsciously, you push yourself back onto their cock, needing to feel it deeper within you. With a few strokes, they split you open far enough to bottom out. This time, you can't hold back a euphoric moan - it's echoed by the bidder's moans on the other side of the wall.
"Fuck, that's nice," you hear them say. You can't help but agree. Their cock felt like it was setting fire to your insides. Your hips were gyrating in response to their thrusts, and it felt like your pussy was sucking their cock in, needing it ever deeper. You'd never been penetrated without a condom before, and it felt so good and so right. How could you have gone on so long not knowing how sublime a raw cock felt in your pussy? Now that you knew how good it felt to breed, how could you ever turn back?
The bidder gripped you firmly by your hip bones, using that leverage to pound you even harder and faster. At this point you were a drooling, moaning mess, your unrestrained breasts swinging back and forth with each stroke. The other fakeboys watched you with unabashed curiosity, and you were sure the entire audience in the showroom was doing the same. But you didn't mind; there wasn't enough room in your mind to focus on anything other than the massive cock relentlessly rearranging your guts.
The bidder grunts and increases their pace once more. The plap, plap of sticky skin against skin grows more fervent, and you think surely they must be getting close. They're breeding you like an animal, jackhammering into you. It feels amazing, so amazing that you lose yourself in it. In that moment, you exist to be bred, and absolutely nothing else. You are just a pussy, with fertile hips as breeding handles, huge wobbling tits, and a womb, born to be used.
"Beg me to fill you up," they command darkly between heavy breaths. When all you can muster is a lustful moan, they dig their fingernails into your squishy hips and slow their pace slightly, still thrusting hard and deep. "Beg me."
"Please, ..." your speech is punctuated by the loud clap of your ass against their hips. "Please pump me full of your cum."
When they don't react, you keep begging, breathlessly: "Please fill me up. I want to feel your cum! I need it! Please cum inside me! Please impregnate me!"
The dysphoria that accompanies that final phrase is overwhelmingly arousing, and you feel yourself climaxing. You cum, hard, on your rapist's cock. Your blissful moans fill the room, and there's no question that the audience can hear it. You can feel your pussy milking the bidder's cock as your orgasm goes on and on.
Soon, they cum too, pushing into you as deep as they can while their pulsating cock gushes a load of virile semen into your womb. It feels utterly sublime. They thrust a few more times for good measure, fucking every last drop deep into you.
As you fade back into awareness, you hear that the crowd is cheering for your fertilization. "Do another!" a voice yells. "Do them all!" another voice replies. Aftershocks of bliss continue to pass over you as you realize the fakeboy to your left is getting fucked now. Her moans are high-pitched and feminine, and every few breaths she lets out a weaker and weaker "No..."
There's nothing you can do now, so just accept it, you think. Besides, how could something that feels so good be bad? You wanted nothing more than to be bred over and over again; you prayed fecklessly that the bidder would come back to you for another round, filling your womb with cum until you felt like it might burst, to ensure that you would get impregnated. Instead, you sat there with your limbs restrained, your gaping hole on public display begging to be filled again, while you watched your fellow fakeboys' faces as they were inseminated one by one. How lewd you all must look from behind, four exposed pussies all in a row and dripping with fresh cum.
At least you wouldn't be alone in your pregnancy; with a support group of pregnant fakeboys who understood what you had been through, comparing how your bodies swelled up together week by week, perhaps it wouldn't be quite so bad.
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It's all just for fun, no intention of being offensive or anything. Just had an idea and kinda made it.
Also I know it's not super well made but just an idea I thought of. Like the heart reversing the colors to signify either the use of the pronouns assigned at birth or signifying the reversion back into the gender assigned at birth. (But it's just a little heart, not the whole flag, since it's a kink and not reality.) Or well, that was kinda the idea I had...
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ohhh someoneeee liked my possttt!!! heelllooo!!!! id love to make friends here, or something like that.
- @hostsfavoriteanon xxx
Hiiiii!!! You seem interesting, I donβt think Iβve seen an account themed quite like yours before!!! Im always open for more friends, my dms are always open! ^_^
Thank youuu! I've been planning this out for a WHILE now, so I'm very eager to get out there. Have a great day and I hope to see more of your posts in the future! :]
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feel free 2 use it but the questions may be picked by and for me so idunno
π β‘ is the person you play on your account the real you , your trnasitioned self or just that , a persona ?
π β‘ what ' s your opinion on anons ? do you take them seriously ? are they just for fun ? are they a tool for your transition ? share with the class teehee !
π₯ β‘ how many sideblogs do you have ? any " normal " ones ?
π β‘ what is your biggest hot take on the community ?
πΎ β‘ do you have any radqueer friends ? online only or irl as well ?
π½ β‘ do you have any radqueer / transid / para hcs on any character ever that you'd like to share ?
π¬ β‘ who are your favorite blogs ? give them a mention !
π« β‘ do you have a crush on anyone from the community ?
π β‘ do you ever get sad over being radqueer and / or the social consequences of that ? feel free to vent
π β‘ how and when did you become a radqueer ?
π β‘ are you a proshipper as well ? show us / tell us about your favorite shipp !
