I CUT A MEAN FIGURE

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[ID: an open box of Trolli Gummi pop. It has such text on it as well as "chewy gummy texture," "cherry lemon," and an image of a shaking popsicle./end ID]

My review of trolli gummi pop.

You ever just put your mouth on a popsicle and pulled back, like sucking on a cock except it's just food? So there's no need to be weird?

Well.

This was weird. I absentmindedly put my mouth to the half way point and sucked that fucker back and you know what? It was exactly like sucking cock. I mean except in a colder cherry lemon taste.

Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:

She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papers—and every single woman had vanished. Someone had erased them from history.

Yale University, 1969.

Margaret Rossiter was a graduate student studying the history of science. She was one of very few women in her program.

Every Friday afternoon, students and faculty gathered for beers and informal conversation. One week, Margaret asked a simple question: "Were there ever any women scientists?"

The faculty answered firmly: No.

Someone mentioned Marie Curie. The group dismissed it—her husband Pierre really deserved the credit.

Margaret didn't argue. But she also didn't believe them.

So she started looking.

She found a reference book called "American Men of Science"—essentially a Who's Who of scientific achievement. Despite the title, she was shocked to discover it contained entries about women. Botanists trained at Wellesley. Geologists from Vermont.

There were names. There were credentials. There were careers.

The professors had been wrong.

But Margaret's discovery was just the beginning. Because as she dug deeper into archives across the country, she found something far more disturbing.

Photograph after photograph showed women standing at laboratory benches, working with equipment, listed on research teams.

But when she read the published papers, the award citations, the official histories—those same women had disappeared. Their names were missing. Their contributions erased.

It wasn't random. It was systematic.

Women who designed experiments watched male colleagues publish results without giving them credit. Women whose discoveries were assigned to supervisors. Women listed in acknowledgments instead of as authors. Women passed over for awards that went to male collaborators who contributed far less.

Margaret realized she was witnessing a pattern that stretched across centuries.

Women had always been present in science. The record had simply pushed them aside.

She needed a name for what she was documenting.

In the early 1990s, she found it in the work of Matilda Joslyn Gage—a 19th-century suffragist who had written about this exact phenomenon in 1870.

In 1993, Margaret published a paper formally naming it: The Matilda Effect.

The term captured something that had been hidden in plain sight for generations. Once you knew the term, you saw it everywhere.

Her dissertation became a lifelong mission.

For more than 30 years, Margaret researched and wrote her landmark three-volume series: Women Scientists in America. She examined letters, institutional policies, individual careers. She gathered undeniable evidence that women in science had been consistently under-credited and structurally excluded.

Her work faced resistance. Many dismissed women's history as political rather than academic. Others insisted she was exaggerating.

Margaret didn't argue emotionally. She presented data. Documented cases. Patterns repeated across decades and institutions.

Eventually, the evidence became undeniable.

Her research helped restore recognition to scientists who had been erased:

Rosalind Franklin, whose X-ray work revealed DNA's structure—credit went to Watson and Crick.

Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fission—omitted from the Nobel Prize.

Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomes—received little credit.

Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogen—initially dismissed.

And countless others whose names had nearly vanished.

Margaret changed the narrative. Science was no longer just the story of solitary male geniuses. It became a story of collaboration that included women who had been written out.

Like an office manager to a hucow farm, who was sent to see the new venture, as their office was put in charge of finances and the like, who ignoring many of the warnings from the employees there about getting close to the equipment, got herself stuck in an automated milker while everyone went to lunch or the shift was changing. So she was in there for a good hour. Well at least new safety rules can be written up!

when they finally got to her, she was a busty, milk leaking mess who was so horny and huge that the results had her outperforming many of the other hucows!

Doctors said it would take quite a few months for her to return to a more normal state, well, normal as she could be now. She did grow a foot taller, and her bust size grew to H cups, her poor designer suit nothing but tattered pieces after her body expanded l. Not even her pants where safe as her hips ripped thru them, and her thighs finished what was left. Combined that with a swinging cow tail and cow ears, she looked the happiest she ever been stuck getting milked!

Took a month to really get everything calmed down, she spent days getting milked by a machine, and using what ever toys she would get (and destroy with so much use), and getting back her thoughts. Normally to become a hucow requires immense training to keep your mind intact from the pleasure, training she skipped

But she was finally able to return to work, still a foot tall, but many of the curves slimmed down, well, as much as it could be. Her chest had gone down F cups, and her pants size atleast down 4 sizes. She was back in a suit, tailor made to fit around just how big she was, even with an extra loose fit it didn't leave much to the imagination, she was still tall, huge, and above all

Milky and horny.

it was much less then when she first became, the machine had to give her so many supplements as it thought something was terribly wrong with the hucow, so it created quite the problem. But now she at least only had to take a milking break every 4 hours, or a bunch of smaller ones once an hour to keep them from getting too heavy.

What was more of a problem was the udderlying issue of really wanting to moo and fuck, thankfully some company handed breaks let her deal with the issue. Though, she has been finding herself needing to watch videos to really reach climax, and some naughty ideas appear in her head of what would really help with her lust...

Just a couple more months and most of the side effects should go away, she'll just be bigger, but at least the cow thoughts and lust should go away. In the meantime, she really needs help with all the lust

Perhaps she needs a dedicated assistant... I heard she may be hiring