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The hucow thing coming from a lifetime of feeling like my body only existed for the use and pleasure of others, the slob thing coming from the fear of losing myself to the oft-fearmongered worthless basement-dwelling gooner worst-case-scenario of manhood by rescinding the femininity that had previously kept the social conception of myself afloat, the parasite/infestation kinks coming from the bodily disgust and dismay at my biological trappings, uses for them that evoke as much disgust as their 'intended' use for reproductive and nurturing tools.

Some are more obvious in this regard. Forcemasc, abortion, bustyboy, mpreg - take a wild guess. Others are more straightforward sexual fixations. Tits, dicks, hyper, exhibitionism, taboo. Don’t need to call in Freud to figure those out.

Regardless of where my own fixations come from or where yours do, they all feel very personal and revealing to peel past the surface.

Some people take a lot of umbrage with the insinuation that kink and queerness are linked, but I feel like a lot of queer kinksters would tell you that their own experiences with both are inextricably tied together- as are mine, as are a lot of my mutuals, and maybe even yours.

oh yea like its probably a well oiled machine at this point tbh. first step is testing whether they're worth breaking in the first place. the army used to do it more thoroughly, taking their time and working their way up, but since the installment of the program it's been way too popular to really give everyone the time. some of the ones that the high brass really like will get that deluxe treatment to be their dedicated slave, but beyond that it's become a bit of a production line.

It's not too much of a challenge to find out who will actually survive the training to start with. just have them take something on the small end, like 18-20 inches and a 20 gallon load. if they make it through in one piece, they go on ahead. the alternative is just that they're so unprepared to take anything close to a real cock that their body violently ruptures after a frankly paltry amount of superior centaur seed. Although- it's not the worst, fucking the wet gory remains is great in and of itself, sometimes so many soldiers join in when one pops that there's barely even anything left to jerk off onto.

beyond that its pretty normal stuff. regular penetration by increasingly big dicks and increasingly large loads and also whatever buddies the soldiers bring in, and whatever the cadets shove inside them and laugh about. if they die it's no big deal, the relief units are just as popular dead as they are alive. sometimes one of the known freaks will 'accidentally' kill one on the job and whisk them away to their quarters, it happens, we all just turn a blind eye. Things like this happen, it's natural.

Once they're all broken in, they'll usually go right to the barracks if they're not a special pet for a general. every now and again a slave might beg to be freed saying something like 'their cum is all worms' or 'he made me have his kids so i could have incest babies' or whatever but they get WAY better treatment than the sluts who get tossed to the common soldier. that's why we gotta replace em so frequently, actually- by the end of a year their holes are loose enough that you can fit another slave inside them- not much use to anyone unless they're the rare kind that can be molded so much you could hold an orgy inside them.

Totally... 🎂 🪰

Here’s a fun concept: Transmasc gooner that barely changes his underwear. He masturbates with the underwear on and wipes himself off with it afterwards, so there’s layers of cum in various stages of drying. He “cleans himself” when he gets wet and uses it to wipe the old cum off. It’s still noticeably dirty and there’s a lot of buildup under their tdick. He’ll sometimes pick it out when it’s especially uncomfortable. People can tell that the underwear is gross because of how strong the smell is and how often he scratches his crotch.

-underglace