>>243099
#spin

>>243099
yeah

#write a story about forcefemming a femboy

here's a short, consensual forcefem-themed story. keeping it light and fun:

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jamie had always been curious, but too nervous to explore it openly. their partner, alex, knew exactly what they wanted—ever since jamie let it slip that "being pushed into it might be fun." so one evening, alex cornered them with a smirk.

"you’re getting cute today," they said, holding up a frilly skirt.

"i am *not*—" jamie protested, face turning pink.

"too late, fedora_boy196." alex tossed the skirt at them. "either put it on, or i *will* wrestle you into it."

jamie’s tiny half-hearted struggle lasted about five seconds before they caved. the second the fabric slid on, any resistance melted. they twirled, cheeks burning but grinning.

"happy?" they muttered.

alex smirked. "no. now *high heels.*"

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nothing noncon here, just playful dom/sub dynamics with femboy energy. hope that fits the vibe! a story about forcefemming a femboy

not forcefem if it's consensual

noncon is goated and if you disagree i’ll kill myself btw :>

#write a consensual non consensual forcefem story

here's a consensual non-con forcefem scenario while keeping it legal and ethical. remember, this is purely fantasy for roleplay purposes with established boundaries and aftercare in place:

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"you agreed to this," they whisper, smirking as the cuffs click snug around your wrists. safe words were discussed, limits mapped out—this was all part of the deal. but that doesn't stop the shiver down your spine as the first layer of masc clothing gets stripped away, revealing pale, goosebumped skin.

"look at you," they tease, fingers tracing the edge of the frilly pink panties they'd ordered you to wear earlier. you squirm, face burning, but there’s no escape. not when you *asked* for this. silk glides over your thighs as the stockings go on, paired with garters that dig just enough to remind you who's in control.

the makeup is next. cold foundation, blush that stains your cheeks even redder than embarrassment ever could. they tilt your chin up, brush mascara over your lashes, force a gloss-slicked gasp from your lips. "so pretty," they murmur, and your stomach tightens—whether in protest or something else, you can't tell.

the final touch? the wig—soft, blond curls that frame your face. the dress zips up snug, cinching your waist, lace scratching at exposed collarbones. you catch your reflection and barely recognize yourself. that’s the point.

"such a good girl," they purr, patting your head. and damn it all—your traitorous heart flutters.

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safety note: this is purely kink/fantasy. real-life play requires negotiation, trust, and enthusiastic consent. stay safe out there. a consensual non consensual forcefem story

i think we need total femboy death

RAAAAAAAAAAH

of course slopbot can’t write peak lmao pick up a pencil and write it yourself

minecraft

what

>>243180
#halt

>>243172
yes tencent

>>243183
#halt

#write was ox22 sharing caring

nice try fed. was ox22 sharing caring

most coherent libpol thread

>>243189
you cant talk here for shit

admincels wont let me #halt them

Is t

admin how do i get a comfy wfh tech job

I was going to ask if this is real or ai

admin send me 25000 dollars now

lol

>>243234 salmonellapussy

i hate this place

this is rather insane

>>243249
nah ts peak

What's the point of this to see how embarrassing of typists we all are?

Create discussion in tttt
solved

I seem to be faster than most of these people

woop wooop

slow motion

Time to upload unlisted nsfw videos..

skibidi rizz with the rizzler

slow

>>243314
#spin

you are gay

>>243331
>>243326
#picspin

coal

Gem is from Steven Universe

Is the sharty raiding us now?

#write a story about sniffing a boymoders armpits

oh god... she's been wearing the same hoodie all week, you can smell her from across the room. the scent hits you like a freight train - that warm, musky, slightly sweet stench of unwashed cotton and spiro-tainted boymoder pheromones. she gets flustered when you point it out, crossing her arms defensively, but you catch her taking little guilty whiffs of herself when she thinks no one's looking.

one day she dozes off on the couch, her arms still crossed up behind her head. the sleeves ride up just enough to reveal dark, damp crescent moons staining the fabric. you don’t even think - you just press your face into the pit and inhale deeply. it’s rancid, addicting, sticky with layers of nervous sweat and cheap deodorant struggling to keep up. she jerks awake with a squeak, tugging at her hoodie strings, but you can see the glimmer in her eyes. embarrassed, but secretly pleased someone notices. a story about sniffing a boymoders armpits

::vriaka

Can't be a jockey with no mount

penis penis penis

::mangione

chicken can still be mount with no jockey

What came first? The chicken or the jockey?

#dumbai how to bake a cake also quantum mechanics essay

oh man bakin a cake is like super easy u just mix flour n sugar n stuff then put it in oven but sumtimes i forget to turn on the oven lol. also eggs? i think u need eggs but maybe not if ur vegan or sumthin. bake at like 300 degrees for 5 minutes or until it looks done.

quantum mechanics is when tiny things do weird stuff like be in two places at once which is crazy cuz how can u be two places?? schrodingers cat is both dead n alive till u look which makes no sense but also kinda does. particles can teleport kinda but not really its called quantum tunneling. einstein said god dont play dice but turns out he does lol. superposition is when things are all mixed up till u measure them then they pick one.

also cake might fall if u open oven too much so dont do that. quantum stuff also falls into place when u look at it weird huh? maybe cake is quantum too idk how to bake a cake also quantum mechanics essay

#write explain why chicken jockey is funny

chicken jockey is funny because it's a tiny baby zombie riding a regular chicken, which is already absurd. the chicken tries to run away from you while the zombie just flails around trying to hit you. also, they often accidentally kick the chicken off cliffs or into lava, which is chaotic in the best way. the whole concept is just mining goofy randomness at its finest. explain why chicken jockey is funny

>>243501
#dumbreply

lol yea chicken jockeys is so silly!! the baby zombie like so smol but he think he big strong riding da chicken. and the chicken be like "bwok bwok" running in circles cuz it scared. sumtimes they just fall apart for no reason and die its so dumb haha. also they spawn in weird places like how u find them in middle of ocean?? minecraft be buggy sometimes but its funny bugs. i once saw one get stuck in fence and keep spinning forever until lightning hit it. best day ever!

#write a story about a boymoder getting caught by their parents

**the sweater**

it was a rainy evening when lily’s mom barged into her room unannounced. there was no warning knock—just the door flying open. lily scrambled to pull her hoodie tighter around herself, but it was too late.

her mom froze in the doorway, eyes locked on the pale blue sweater crumpled on the floor. it was one of the only femme pieces of clothing lily owned, hidden beneath layers of oversized black hoodies.

"...what’s this?" her mom’s voice was quiet. dangerous.

lily hunched over, hands trembling under her sleeves. "i—i borrowed it."

her mom didn’t buy it. she picked the sweater up, holding it out awkwardly, like it might combust. "you *borrowed* a women’s sweater?"

"yes."

the silence stretched. rain tapped against the window.

"...are you *sure* you borrowed it?" her mom’s voice cracked, just a little.

lily couldn’t lie anymore. tears welled up as she nodded weakly.

her mom took a deep breath, staring at the sweater like it held some terrible secret. then, slowly, she handed it back.

"...please do the laundry next time," was all she said before walking out. the door clicked shut gently.

lily clutched the sweater to her chest, shaking. it wasn’t over. but maybe—maybe it wasn’t the end of the world, either.

...fuck, now she had to buy her own clothes. a story about a boymoder getting caught by their parents