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psyphigirl · 2 days
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Here's a few hundred NSFW GIFs (each ten seconds long and adding up to about an hour and a half in length).
For anyone who can't cum unless there's dithering.
Feel free to save em and post em elsewhere etc.
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psyphigirl · 2 days
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got an email conversation telling me my e is on its way ! only 2-7 weeks away im so excited omg >v<
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I've let myself go
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psyphigirl · 3 days
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first wg update >v<
117lbs :D
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psyphigirl · 3 days
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psyphigirl · 3 days
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Ok, I'm sorry but this turned more into an actual snuff piece than a regular death-by-overeating but I thought it would be interesting and a little hot. Please avoid or enjoy ^v^
"Ok, good! Lift her up. Just like that. Nice and steady, nice and steady. A little further, and stop. Alright, we're gonna hold her there for a minute while we try and figure out where to put her."
I listen as my wife dutifully orchestrates the construction zone while standing beneath me, out of my view. She is working around the clock to figure out new ways of combatting my ever-growing form: I outgrew our home a little sooner than anticipated so the warehouse isn't quite ready for me yet. They're constructing a holding bay for me as we speak, just figuring out if it'll hold me and all my equipment.
"Before I forget, someone plug the feeding tube into her." She calls across the industrial expanse
From seemingly nowhere, a tube is hovered infront of me. Like an animal taking bait, I bite. The pressure releases and caloric slop flows my way, passively filling my mouth until I swallow. Usually I can just wait until I can't fit any more into my mouth before I swallow, but today I'm starved. I desperately suck at the feed like there's no tomorrow, eating faster than ten people could.
I hang suspended in the air a good thirty feet, my belly occupying ten of them. It's not the most comfortable position, but I know the harness is secure and supporting my full weight. That doesn't mean I won't give it a run for it's money, though! I can feel the slop in my belly pulling my centre of gravity further and further down my form. The harness doesn't seem to let my appetite bother it. Shame. I used to love bursting out of clothes, I suppose this is one peice of fabric that is a match for me.
I hang suspended, gorging myself breathlessly, and hear the tiniest, most indiscernable sound ever. I can't look up; In this particular position, the fat of my ass has pushed my backrolls over the top of my head, completely limiting my movement to my eyes and my mouth. Out of sheer curiosity I try to listen in and identify it. It's hard to pick out small individual sounds behind the commotion of a workforce, the passive warble of a distant city, and the occasional urk from your overbloated body
My belly swells even bigger and hangs even lower, and my horizon seems to be drifting slightly higher? Am I ... drooping? Is this metal of this crane seriously not able to hold me up?
No, definitely not. If that were so someone would have absolutely noticed and placed me down by now. If it isn't metal, and it isn't the harness ... it has to be the rope. That can't be good. If I eat any more I'll snap this rope clean in two and drop like a stone. All my extra fat will cushion my fall and protect any important parts of my body from damage, but it'll still hurt.
Oh fuck, I just realised, my wife is standing directly beneath me. She'll be crushed flat by me. I just need to stop eating this slop. This delicious, mouth watering slop.
Maybe I could have a little more. Then I'll stop.
I don't know how much "a little" is anymore. Or if there's any semblance of self control left in me. I couldn't stop if I tried
Fuck. God. I don't want to drop. There must be a shred of willpower in me. Please. Someone has to notice what's happening. I physically can't move enough for anyone to pay attention to me, nor can I make any meaningful noise. The only control I have over myself is whether I eat, or how much. And I can't even bring myself to stop that: I'm not in control any more.
I just have to watch as the horizon lifts, and the cable snaps.
As I drop, I think to myself how interesting it is that as I fall, I'm weightless for the first time in years
Then I land
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psyphigirl · 3 days
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psyphigirl · 4 days
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Putting this in my queue as a reminder to myself. I'll make my updates on the first of every month. I expect my changes to be slow but I feel an update log could be good for me :)
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psyphigirl · 5 days
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the thing is ms swift could release a song w the lyrics "i love kissing my straight boyfriend as a straight woman and having straight sex to make straight babies" and you'd have essays about how she's a dyke. sir paul mccartney, meanwhile, could write a song w the lyrics "I'm in love with my dead best friend who's a man who died and I loved to kiss him and jerk him off I wish I could be out in public with him but he's dead" and you'd have reviewers going "another beautiful song that shows mccartneys deep platonic love for lennon." in this essay I will-
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psyphigirl · 5 days
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When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told “Kay, you can’t go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.” And I sputter and object but they don’t hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.
I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about “men in dresses”, about people who “got their dicks chopped off”, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.
And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldn’t bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.
And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And they’re still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.
That is, if she doesn’t kill herself first.
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psyphigirl · 5 days
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psyphigirl · 5 days
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gorgeous tgirl with shoulder length hair and overgrown bangs im in love with you
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psyphigirl · 5 days
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Ueah and it seems like everyone on tiktok is clutching their pears over that fact
it's really funny how a lost song that inspired a 3 year long Search for it ended up being from an 80s porno 😭
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psyphigirl · 6 days
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Need to break from what I usually post about because this genuinely upsets me in my day to day
Charles Murray, a Right Realist theorist (i.e., the ideology Thatcher and Raegan drooled over) published a book called The Bell Curve (the book that "developed" the "idea" of IQ). This was published without peer review, a process by which any literature of similar calibre should go through. On being peer reviewed it was found that much of the maths was incorrect, many claims were miscited (and some even left uncited!), and sometimes Murray just lies. All these mistakes just so happen to favour Murray.
The book describes IQ as a form of measure which
convieniently
finds that poorer people must be less intelligent than rich people;
No money = Bad job (Or as Murray would describe; Low merit, low importance, low reward) = Bad education = Not smart
Yes money = Good job (all that white collar corperate shit) = Good education = Very smart
Also, funny how he also places people of colour, and disabled people at the low end of the bell curve.
And if that isn't bad enough he goes on to say,
"Haha, wouldn't it be crazy if we just :) got rid of all those people :) as they were :) born :)"
Conclusion; IQ is psuedoscience at best and bases any semblance of reason on the myth of meritocracy (another bullshit Thatcher/Raegen lie), created with the sole purpose of being used as an excuse to practice eugenics
Rant over. Fuck you Charles Murray
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psyphigirl · 6 days
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Need to break from what I usually post about because this genuinely upsets me in my day to day
Charles Murray, a Right Realist theorist (i.e., the ideology Thatcher and Raegan drooled over) published a book called The Bell Curve (the book that "developed" the "idea" of IQ). This was published without peer review, a process by which any literature of similar calibre should go through. On being peer reviewed it was found that much of the maths was incorrect, many claims were miscited (and some even left uncited!), and sometimes Murray just lies. All these mistakes just so happen to favour Murray.
The book describes IQ as a form of measure which
convieniently
finds that poorer people must be less intelligent than rich people;
No money = Bad job (Or as Murray would describe; Low merit, low importance, low reward) = Bad education = Not smart
Yes money = Good job (all that white collar corperate shit) = Good education = Very smart
Also, funny how he also places people of colour, and disabled people at the low end of the bell curve.
And if that isn't bad enough he goes on to say,
"Haha, wouldn't it be crazy if we just :) got rid of all those people :) as they were :) born :)"
Conclusion; IQ is psuedoscience at best and bases any semblance of reason on the myth of meritocracy (another bullshit Thatcher/Raegen lie), created with the sole purpose of being used as an excuse to practice eugenics
Rant over. Fuck you Charles Murray
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psyphigirl · 6 days
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dinner then rtwo snic ers and packof crips oughhhh
i think im feeling the negative effects of a chicken goujon and sugar sandwich (bread was 2 waffles) And monster
Should I eat my dinner now or should I eat a snickers bar first
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psyphigirl · 6 days
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i think im feeling the negative effects of a chicken goujon and sugar sandwich (bread was 2 waffles) And monster
Should I eat my dinner now or should I eat a snickers bar first
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