hi I'm diva and here are some things about me ^__^
I am an adult. 23 years old to be exact. and this blog is meant ONLY for people over the age of 18. if I see a minor interacting with my posts, I will block you. end of discussion.
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I'm a raging switch. sometimes I'm dominant and sometimes I'm a submissive brat 🫣
some of my kinks include: breast, belly, and ass inflation, cumflation, weight gain, lactating, hucow, cnc, freeuse, hypnosis, tentacles, slime inflation, monster fucking, ovipos, pain, degradation, praise, bimbofication, free use,exhibitionism, piss, voyeurism, and much more
I am not into: rape, scat, farting, death feedism, feet, and stuff like thaf
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If you missed it, I posted an inflation on my OF this weekend 💕
We were trying to see how many pumps of air I could fit in me because I never really count them… now we know that 80 pumps of air can fit comfortably in my gut. It has me a little wet preoccupied thinking about how many more might fit in there less comfortably… 🫣
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I startle awake and I find myself strapped down, on my knees, with my legs straddling a sybian and my arms tied tightly behind me. There are more ropes wrapped around my knees, keeping my body pressed firmly against the machine. I’m naked and I can feel the ridges of the machine pressed harshly against my bare core, the pressure forcing my clit to bear full contact against the smooth material of the machine.
My eyes dart around the room as I struggle uselessly against my bindings. The room is so dimly lit that I can hardly see a few feet in front of me.
“Help! Please! Someone help me!” I scream into the empty space, my voice filled with desperation and fear as the gravity of the situation hits me. Suddenly, as if in response to my plead, lights pierce through the darkness, illuminating everything to full brightness.
I gasp and instinctively squeeze my eyes shut, the sudden light a harsh assault to my senses. When my vision finally adjusts enough for me to look around again, I feel a surge of terror when I see the set up around me.
There are several cameras and microphones laid out surrounding me, clearly set up to get 360 coverage of me. Directly in front of me is a massive screen that show the live camera feeds and I feel a shiver of fear creep down my spine when I see how helpless and vulnerable I look, naked and strapped down. On the bottom half of the screen there’s a blinking red light with the words Livestream Disabled flashing. My stomach clenches when I realize that the live footage of me, tied up and naked like this, could be livestreamed to who knows how many people across the world.
Tears well up in my eyes as panic starts to settle in. I let out a soft sob, wanting nothing more than to curl into myself, away from everything around me. “Please, don’t do this! Please let me go!” My voice is choked with tears and fear as my futile struggles against the bindings are coldly captured by the cameras and my begging is met with absolute silence.
All of a sudden, the machine I’m straddling roars to life. I scream as my back instinctively arches to try to reduce some of the sensation with no effect. The ropes around my legs force my entire weight to sink onto the machine, pressing my pussy mercilessly against the now-vibrating sybian. The vibrations are steady and I feel them wash over me as my clit takes the brunt of it all.
I gasp as the sensation starts to build and my mind wrestles with the juxtaposition of fear and pleasure. The rumbling vibration of the machine is drawing out soft moans and whines from me as I feel the sensations mounting. I writhe as much as I can but there’s nothing I can do to slow the onslaught of pleasure that is very quickly overwhelming me. There’s nothing else in the space around me to distract me from what’s happening to my body, though I’m not sure there’s anything that could distract me right now.
I try my best to shift my weight to take some pressure off my clit but there’s no leverage for me to move my body. I let out a desperate whine as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My mind is scrambling as I’m trying to rationalize everything that is happening, being strapped to a machine and forcibly brought to an unwanted orgasm. I can’t hold back any longer and I feel my orgasm wash over me, my eyes fluttering shut as I my clit pulses and my pussy clenches. A moan escapes me as I writhe atop the machine, my hips grinding into the vibrations as my release tapers off.
The machine mercifully slows underneath me, the vibrations coming to a halt as I pant, trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings. When I glance up again at the screen, I feel a new wash of terror grip me as I register a few changes.
There’s a new line of text under where Livestream Disabled is written. It says Countdown to Livestream: 1 of 5. It takes me a moment before I register the meaning of the words: if I cum 5 times, the livestream turns on, showcasing my naked, shaking, cumming body to the entire world. I realize that whoever set up this cruel situation has every intention of forcing me to bend to their will so that I helplessly and reluctantly cum my way into putting on a show, my own body betraying me. I don’t have time to process any further before the sybian turns on again, this time at a much higher frequency.
A cry escapes from my lips and my body lurches as I desperately try to escape the stimulation. It’s too soon since my first orgasm and my clit is tingling with sensitivity. The machine doesn’t care as it relentlessly batters my body.
I’m trying to take deep breaths, to distract myself from the vibrations wracking my body. My clit feels hypersensitive and I silently beg my body to please, please don’t cum again.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm and I’m doing everything in my power to hold it back. I’m determined to hold out, to not let this demented situation bend me to break. The pleasure makes me gasp and whine, my clit turning into a focal point of unadulterated ecstasy. The sound of my own ragged breathing fills the air as I’m drawing in desperate deep breaths to try to calm myself. It’s no match against the machine beneath me as it increases in intensity and I lose the shred of command I held over my body. A scream is wretched out of my throat as I cum.
The text on the screen changes in response: Countdown to Livestream: 2 of 5.
I let out a choked whine and I’m grasping at straws as I beg into the empty space, hoping, praying for a miracle to make this all stop. “Please,” my voice is shaking, “Please, help me. Make this stop, I’m begging you, please!” There’s no miraculous rescue in response to my pleading. This time, there’s not even a break between orgasms. The vibrations only kick up a notch, pulling a gasp from my lips.
“No, no, no, please! Please stop! I don’t want this!” I cry out, unable to stop myself from begging even when I know it’s useless. There’s no sympathy for me. I feel the horrible pleasure start to build again. My hands clench into fists and I dig my nails into my palms, gritting my teeth as I will my body to ignore the pleasure. It didn’t work earlier and it doesn’t work this time. My sheer will is no match against the machine bending my body to its wants. I shatter into a third orgasm, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I feel my head spin.
Countdown to Livestream: 3 of 5.
I jerk and struggle uselessly against my bindings. I feel the vibrations start to slow and I gasp in relief as my body comes down from the high it was forced into. There’s a growing feeling of despair as I realize I’m only two orgasms away from the livestream starting. And it doesn’t look like I have any hope to withstanding the pleasure to hold out for much longer. As if on cue, the machine restarts its vibrations.
The previous orgasms have pushed my body into overstimulation and my clit feels raw with pleasure but there’s nothing to give me a break. My pussy is drooling over the sybian, clenching and pulsing as pleasure makes me a slave. I’m being pushed higher and higher as I focus every measure of my mind to holding this orgasm back.
My teeth dig into my lip as I try to ground myself in the pain and my eyes are screwed shut. I teeter over the edge but out of sheer will, I hold myself back, begging my body to comply. For a moment, I manage to force my body to obey, curbing the pleasure. Then, the vibrations increase again.
I let out an anguished cry as the pleasure rushes through me, shattering all of my efforts at containing myself. I feel my cunt spray my release all over myself, my body locked in the throes of my orgasm. The sounds exploding out of me are a combination of pure pleasure and sheer torment.
Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5.
I’m one orgasm away from the point of no return and the terror of being broadcasted to the world makes me want to cry. The vibrations pick up speed and there’s a sense of resigned acceptance that washes over me as my body obeys the machine and begins to inch towards my final release. But this time, it’s so much worse than I could’ve anticipated.
The sybian batters my body as it has with the past four orgasms. It expertly and unrelentingly drives me higher and higher in my pleasure, pulling moans and gasps out of me as it works. My body is barreling towards another all-encompassing orgasm when suddenly, all of the stimulation cuts off just as I’m about to cum. I let out a loud gasp as my body jerks in response to the loss of pleasure. I don’t understand. I was so fucking close and it all stopped. My eyes dart to the screen but there’s nothing there to explain what happened. The words Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5 seem to taunt me.
My body slowly creeps back from the edge, my breathing stabilizing as the haze of pleasure slowly fades away. And then, the machine restarts. The vibrations are harsh and intense against my clit and I cry out as the previous pleasure suddenly slams back into me. Before long, I’m letting out gasping cries as my body once again is at the very precipice of pleasure. Again, it all stops. I can’t control the whine that slips out. I should be happy. Whatever is making the machine cut off at the very last second is obviously saving me from the livestream starting but the deep, primal, needy part of me wants to cry at the pleasure that’s being withheld from me.
The cycle continues when the machine restarts. At the very last moment, when just one more second of stimulation would push me over the edge, the machine stops. This time, I cry, hot and desperate tears falling down my cheeks.
I can’t even bring myself to care about the livestream anymore. I’m so fucking close, so desperate for the pleasure that I would sell my soul to cum. The last four orgasms do nothing to curb this insatiable desire that’s built up since the edging began and I’m mindless with need. My cunt is clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing in time to my heart beat but there’s nothing I can do to push myself over the edge. I feel my orgasm fading away and I let out a needy whine.
A few moments later, the sybian starts up again and a lewd moan slips from my mouth. My back arches as the pleasure washes over me, the previous edging driving me so close to the brink that even a few seconds of vibrations are enough to push me to the edge again. But again, the machine stops.
“Please! Please, I’m begging you, I need to cum. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” My pleas didn’t work earlier when I was begging for the pleasure to stop and they certainly don’t work when I’m now pleading for an orgasm. It’s a cruel joke to make me such a slave to pleasure that I’m begging for my own demise.
The unrelenting cycle continues as the vibrations resume. There are incoherent babbles of desperation spilling from my lips as the pleasure mounts. Again, I’m held at the torturous edge as the machine plays my body like a familiar instrument.
Again, the vibrations cut off just as I’m about to cum. I scream. “Please! Please let me cum, just start the livestream, please, I just need to cum!”
It seems that I’ve said the magic words because the machine beneath me restarts with a fervor. I barely have time to draw a breath in when my orgasm slams full force into me. I shatter into unrelenting, all-encompassing pleasure as my cunt squirts out my release. Every single cell of my body is flooded with ecstasy and my consciousness shatters under the force of it all.
When I regain my senses again, I glance up at the screen and see the fated words reflecting back towards me: Livestream On, Countdown to Livestream: 5 of 5. I can’t bring myself to care when the machine underneath me increases its power and my eyes roll up as my overstimulated body is forced to react.
🫄 If it wasn't offered to you, eating even a little bit will bloat you up like a balloon.
💕 If you eat it, each time you eat this food in the future, it will expand in your belly to twice the size of the last one (for example, you eat one cursed apple, and the next apple you eat doubles in size in your stomach, and the next apple after that expands to twice the size the last one did, and so on).
🍲 If you take one bite, you'll be magically compelled to eat the entire thing until it's gone, no matter how full you get.
⚠️ If you eat it, it will be the best of this food you've ever had, but the next time you eat the same food, your belly will begin to bloat uncontrollably.
🎈 If you eat it any amount of it, it will start expanding inside your stomach until you say the right word. Don't know the word? Better start guessing fast.
🧺 If you eat it, it and any other instance of this food will remain undigested in your stomach (for example, you eat one cursed cherry, and every cherry you eat going forward will stay in your stomach).
🤏 If you eat it, you'll shrink, but the food stays the same size in your belly--and the more you ate, the more you shrink.
🥵 If you eat even a little bit, it will make your mouth unbelievably dry and leave you insatiably thirsty, and not even gulping down gallons of water can help until the curse wears off--though you might be tempted to anyway.
what if: you buy a new sex toy, an egg that you can clench around all day while you work from home. when it arrives, you're a little disappointed at how small it is, but you want to try it out anyway, so you push it into your cunt. almost immediately you can feel your body pulling it deeper than you thought possible, and after a moment you feel a new, unfamiliar sensation—the feeling of it settling into your womb. but you don't panic—something about the weight, the round smoothness, feels right and soothing on a subconscious level, because you leave it in all day and go to sleep with it in.
the next morning you wake up with a bump, and after a few minutes in front of the mirror, running your hands over your swollen belly, you realize that the egg has been replicating inside of you. you can feel the shape of multiple eggs now, and after a moment you begin to feel them dropping and moving lower. you climb into the bathtub, so wet that you're dripping down your thighs, and a half-dozen eggs slip out of you, rolling around the inside of the tub until they vanish down the drain. each one brings you closer to orgasm until the last one pushes you over the edge, sliding out in a flood of fluid as you come harder than you ever have before.
you can feel the eggs multiplying inside of you all day as you try to work, and by the end of the day, your belly is swollen all over again. but this time you resist the urge to push and go to bed, so aroused that it takes you hours to fall asleep. when you wake up, your belly is so full that you can see the eggs packed inside of it, and this time when you squat in the tub you push out more than a dozen eggs, coming after every three or four, even as more are growing inside of you by the second. you wonder how big you can get—how many eggs it'll take to make your belly button pop out and your hips widen. you rub your belly, already beginning to grow convex again, feel the answering flare of pleasure deep inside of you, and look forward to finding out.
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Sucking your slime girlfriend's cock, and before too long, shes holding into your head, forcing her cock down your throat as you swallow her thick ropes.
But, she doesn't stop cumming. After 30 seconds of swallowing, you try to break free, but she just holds your head there still, forcing you to keep swallowing. You can hear her moans mix with a laugh, it's been at least 2 minutes of her cumming down your throat, you can feel her warm slime-cum pooling in your stomach, her cock is almost like a faucet now, it's better to just relax your throat and let it all slide down at this point. 2 minutes turns to 3, then 4, as you feel your stomach inflate with her slimy goo, you feel with your hands as it bulges out, all the goo sloshing around in your stomach. It's been 6 minutes, you stretch out a lot more, you cup your growing belly in your hands, you almost look halfway through a pregnancy by the look of things, but that's when she finally lets go of your head, her cock finally stops cumming.
She pushes your swelled body onto your back, not like you could resist, and positions her fat slime cock at your pussy, smiling at you with a lustful grin.
I had a rapid pregnancy dream last night! I woke up before it finished, unfortunately, but what I got to experience was very good. A little bit of light horror vibes, tbh but still mostly just horny.
I was walking in this recently abandoned building- so mostly just locked and not really crazy dirty or anything. (Can't remember why I was!! ) But I walked around and I found a long hallway and I got a chill and a sudden sensation that I shouldn't be there. Then, I realized it felt like I was being watched. I don't know why, but it didn't feel human. Don't know why just my sixth sense going this isn't normal. So I'm assuming it's a ghost or something and decide to act normal and make my way to the closet exit outside. Beacuse, I didn't wanna tip it off that I knew it was there.
Closet doors out were a pair of doors with crash bars on em. So I pick up my pace finally cause freedom is right there, and I push the bar, and it doesn't open. It's locked. And I feel the sensation again, and it's worse, so I know it's getting closer fast, and I'm cornered basically. So I start failing to open to the door again in a panic till I just know it's right behind me. So I slowly turned around. It was a women in what looked like a genuine bedlah outfit (what you'd probably know as a belly dancer outfit.) So my eyes rank down her because what the hell is she wearing- and I realize immediately she's pregnant. It's obviously very pregnant with a big single baby, belly button popped, and everything.
And her smile widens when I look back into her eyes, and I just know she's not human and very obviously has a devious look in her eyes. Then she lundged forward, and my hands flew up over her arms. And her belly bumped into the flat of my shirt. She giggled, and I could just feel the hair on the back of my neck go up. She's just humming, and I'm holding her arms steady, still having absolutely no clue what to do when I'm pinned by this potential ghost. And I can feel the pressure of her stomach against mine get worse, so I glanced down between us. And I realize why the pressure was getting worse.
Her belly is about half the size it was initially- and mine about the same size of hers now. My shirt started to rise up, showing the bottom of my slowly raising stomach. She's shorter than me, so I can see my stomach and the fact that she's looking right in my eyes with her amused half lidded ones and the fact her smile curls more. The pressure climbs, and I'm watching her stomach shrink more and more, and likewise, my stomach is growing more and more- I look pregnant soon, and my belly button finally pops out under the force it's under. I grunt, and when her stomachs finally flat, I'm left with a heaving, heavily pregnant belly that looks overdue. My shirt riding up from the growth and not even covering half my belly.
Christ, the weight of it. Being actually and undeniably pregnant with a heavy baby. Then she let go of my shoulders and her hands cup the underside of my bloated middle. She casually held up the bottom of my stomach, taking some of the weight off me. And then she pulled away my stomach, dropping and bouncing just a touch. "Hm... need to be bigger." She finally spoke, and I'm so confused as she starts slowly rubbing her palms over the expanse of my suddenly pregnant middle. She looked back up at me and smiled again, devious. "Need you bigger." And then my stomach starts straining and and I gasp and grunt. She moves her hands to the sides of my belly and holds it as my stomach starts slowly expanding more and more again.
I'm panting when it finally stops again, and my belly is so big that I was definitely overdue with fat twins. A dark line ran down the middle of my stomach from the strain. My belly was so heavy under the weight it was suddenly being forced to expand and carry. She's humming again, eyes on my belly and her finger moved to trace over the top of the Linea nigra and down to my fat belly button. She circled around it before looking up again. "Needs to be bigger." She repeated once more. And suddenly I'm assuming she's a demon or maybe even a succubus based on the amusement in her face.
And then my second alarm woke me up, and I was blazingly horny. God I need to try lucid dreams because holy fuck.
pleaseeee can i just pump a few more gallons into you 🥺🥺🥺 i know your belly is so full and sloshy already, i can barely fit my arms around you and you can barely walk - just enough to finish off this tank! i promise!
ah what the hell - its not like you can do much to stop me anyways. oh you dont want the hose stuck in you down there? too tight? go ahead, fix it before i turn the nozzle back on. OOPS! too late! god, listen to the gurgling - your desperate whimpering - mmh, definitely adds something to it… ohh i can feel it swirling around inside you - unh~ feels like a water balloon pumping full and stretching tight wherever it can to make more room-f-fuck-!
Anonymous: Imagine if you will, you've decided to take advantage of a beautiful day to go hiking and are now deep, deep in the woods. You hear a strange sound just off the trail, a bunch of chitters and squeals of frustration. Getting closer, you find a bug infested with parasites rutting against a tree, its sperm sac bulging with a myriad of worms. It wants, it needs to get them out through any means necessary
It sees you. Before you know it, your shorts and underwear are shredded and its cock is pistoning into your cunt. It's so hot, engorged from the parasites' brutal stimulation. Your cervix has no chance of withstanding such savagery and eventually submits to its cock. Thick, creamy cum with dozens of worms riding each spurt flows directly into your defenseless, welcoming womb
Once your pussy has wrung every last drop and worm from the bug, it pulls out. Your cervix closes, keeping its generous gift inside. Any eggs you'd had in your womb is attacked by bug sperm and parasites, invaded without mercy. The worms reproduce, lining your walls with their own eggs. Turning you into the perfect home
You see another bug approaching, its sperm sac bulging
It really is a beautiful day
Oh, this...I like this a lot.
Just some poor infested bug trying to relieve itself by rutting against anything and everything it can find...but it's not enough. It needs something warm and soft wrapped around its shaft, around its hot and overstimulated cock, it needs something for relief. Its sperm sac has worms very obviously wriggling beneath its translucent surface, and I can feel the first few that slide out of its cock with its precum thrashing around in my unprotected cunt before the bug's brutality lets it hammer its way through to my defenseless womb.
It's so relieved, so happy, overjoyed to finally have something tight and wet hugging its cock. It can't help but reach climax, spurting thick, sticky cum into me that seems like it's more worms than seed. Its cum and the infestation immediately work together to attack my ovaries and take over my womb, worms latching onto my walls to lay their own eggs as soon as they find a soft landing point, and I can feel them moving, feel my womb struggling to tighten around its new payload. The way they squirm against my walls makes me cum just after the bug does, despite how disgusting it is.
The bug slides out, satisfied for now, and wanders off, certainly looking much less desperate. The same can't be said for me, and I immediately reach for my cunt to masturbate, shoving three, four fingers inside to abuse my g-spot while I caress and massage my newly-swollen belly. It's repulsive and horrifying, but - but fuck, there's just - it's just - I can't help but cum again, and again, and again. I get so lost in the idea and the feeling of being a new host that I don't see the other bug coming before it's too late.
This one jams its insectoid cock into my ass. Its sperm sac, too, is infested with these worms, and even the anticipation of feeling them in my guts makes me cum, squeezing the bug, milking it for all of the parasites it can give me. It mounts me like I'm a breeding bitch for an animal in heat, jackhammering into my ass, spearing deep into my guts without regard for my comfort - all it cares about is getting relief from the torturous overstimulation of the worms, and if some random mammal is the only thing around that can take it, then so be it. I welcome it. If they're already at home in my womb, then there's really nothing for me to lose by letting them into the rest of my body.
Another bug, with the same parasites, seems to take this as an invitation, because a third victim of the infestation finds my mouth. With my fingers sliding in and out of my cunt, my ass wrapped around one bug cock, and my throat squeezing another, I just turn into a mindless host for the bugs and their parasites, welcoming the feeling of squirming bodies sliding into me with gushes of creamy seed. The one in my ass cums first, making my guts stretch with sperm and worm eggs, and the one in my ass fills my stomach next, welcoming the parasites to my stomach lining. Unaffected by my stomach acid, they happily burrow in to start lining any body cavity they can reach with eggs, and the ones in my ass follow suit.
When the one in my mouth pulls out, I manage to suck a small handful of worms out of the head of its cock before it wanders off. I revel in their slimy bodies wiggling on my tongue, the way they seek out someplace warm and closed off. I tilt my head back and open my mouth to feel them squirm while I keep making myself cum, mindless there on the forest floor.
Maybe this is what the bugs felt like. Maybe I'm supposed to pass the infection on to someone else.
But what if I don't want to? What if I want to keep the worms all to myself?
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Reality control power where the person alters another person’s reality by asking “How does it feel to ___?”
And the person is compelled to respond “It feels good,” making whatever they said come true. I picture the power as transactional— only works once the person gives this response, so they can try to resist but for most people that would be futile
I hesitate to post about it cuz I have no idea if any of my followers are into it but this is combining in my mind with rapid weight gain kink and I’m ah hmm aisjfjsjfb
Like ah umm like “how does it feel to be bursting out of your clothes?”
And you say “it f—!” before clasping your hands over your mouth. Just that one small outburst, and your belt already feels tight.
The person responsible shields their face to laugh, like they’re trying to be polite. Like this is just so funny.
But you feel like there is pressure building up inside you as you hold back the rest of the words that would finish the spell. Like a cough, they tickle the back of your throat, each intake of breath filling you more and more with the need to complete the sentence. To complete the spell. Finally they slip from your mouth, your face red with the exertion of holding them back. “It feels good.”
And it does— the relief alone fills your body with a sense of warmth. But the relief is quickly replaced by a feeling of tight discomfort as your clothes seem to shrink around you. Your pants squeeze around your thighs and ass until you feel an abrupt and sharp tearing around the seams, the button suddenly popping off as your tummy grows outward. Your shirt rides up over your softening belly, like it has always been several sizes too small.
“I knew you’d look good with some extra weight on you,” they tease, groping your new body. “Don’t worry, I’ll pick out your new wardrobe.”
So what akins to 10 gallons later… Um… I think I'm full and I have a new max. The video is out tonight and I think it counts as another MEGA inflation. I think my belly enters the room before I do now. Which… I'm not mad at! I think this last inflation was one of my best and literally... I think I'm going to have to go even harder and harder now to get to that *perfect* max of popping out the belly button. Isn't it just crazy?!
