Upstate NY near Syracuse
Because January wasn't already hectic and stressful enough with the holidays and losing my Little, why not just make me lose my Tumblr too?
Life has a wonderful way of kicking you while you're down.
Anyway, I guess this is the new Account now. Go ahead and follow this other account as a backup to the backup of the backup:
Make sure you follow me on other account so it's easier to get the word out when this inevitably happens again.
@suprememommytaylor
Please boost and share this post so we can get back to starting from scratch...again...
(Really getting sick of this shit, for real.)
Love you guys.
Da der Januar mit den Feiertagen und dem Verlust meines Kleinen nicht schon hektisch und stressig genug war, warum nicht einfach auch dafür sorgen, dass ich meinen Tumblr verliere?
Das Leben hat eine wunderbare Art, dich zu treten, während du am Boden bist.
Wie auch immer, ich vermute, dass dies jetzt das neue Konto ist. Fahren Sie fort und folgen Sie diesem anderen Konto als Backup zur Sicherung des Backups:
Stellen Sie sicher, dass Sie mir auf anderen Konten folgen, damit Sie es leichter verbreiten können, wenn so etwas unweigerlich erneut passiert.
@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy
Bitte boosten und teilen Sie diesen Beitrag, damit wir wieder von vorne beginnen können ... wieder ... (Ich habe diesen Scheiß wirklich satt, wirklich.)
Ich liebe euch.
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My daddy makes me wear the thickest diapies
My big bro makes me wear thick plastic diapers, get big wet bulges, and hump my diapers until he tells me to cum! 🤤
The only birthday event I want next year is to wake up with my whole room changed into a nursery while I was asleep, my clothes now babyish my underwear now thick diapers, and my electronics still there (please). I'd love to be a big baby who still has their electronics cause if my friends Online
reblog if you are also gay and want a boyfriend
Awrrr…big bro is such a tease.
The smell of french fries hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony considering my current predicament. The cardboard box felt flimsy in my hands, a pathetic shield against the growing dread. I should have known better, should have resisted, but the lure of McDonald's, and the promises, and the deal, was too powerful.
“Alright guys,” I said, my voice a mix of resignation and rising panic. "The diaper & drive-thru was one thing but using this thing is so gross and…" My words trailed off, the reality of my situation crashing down. My hand flew to my face, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear from the lens of that phone.
"Wait what??!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in a desperate plea. "Hey delete that photo you promised you wouldn't take pics!" It was too late, the click of the shutter was a brutal confirmation of my exposure. I was trapped, caught in the act, a diapered mess holding a box of fries. The day has just taken a turn for the worse. I had been had.
Wheres his diaper and daddy?
Yes please!
I gotta’ say… that’s a damn interesting idea.
For @bigwishes
Male body tf. Jockification. Muscle tf. If someone would have a look at your browser history, they would know rather quickly what you were into. And I mean, everyone who reads this will probably have searched for the same things. You liked buff men. Dumb men. Buff dumb men. And, like most of us, you wanted to become one. A big buff dumb man.
You were scrolling over Tumblr for the billionth time when you got a notification. It was from an app you didn’t know was on your phone; “YFFRIT”. You tried to delete it, but when you selected the application you could not find a way to get rid of the app. You accidentally opened the app, taking you to a screen with a white background. Words faded onto the screen. “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Dumb”. “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Dumb”.
Being almost hypnotized by the screen, your body started to expand. Your arms became more toned as muscle fibres grew and thickened. Your body fat melted away, revealing a chiseled six-pack. You grew a few inches, and a sudden calmness spread across your body. Your mind had become slower as if all the stimuli needed some extra time to process.
The transformation finished. Your new body: it was just wow! It was strong and lean. You felt the testosterone pumping through your veins. Your mind was calm. Life was great. New words appeared on the screen. “Your first transformation is complete. Care for a change?” You pressed yes, and new words started to fade onto the screen: “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Musk”. “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Musk”.
These new words changed you even more! Your body began to emit this strong smell. Pungent, like a gym bag that hadn’t been washed for days. You felt sweat dripping down your body, forming a little puddle between your feet. A small layer of fat started to spread across your body, topping off your muscles with a bit of jiggle. A light beard appeared on your chin. You went from a generic muscle jock to something beefier. Something between a jock and a bear.
The words on your screen changed once more. “Muscle”. “Musk”. “Bear”. “Muscle”. “Musk”. “Bear”. A thick pelt of hair covered your arms, legs, torso and back. This layer also started to stink, making your whole body a big smelly mess. The hairs on your face grew more coarse, and your muscles grew even bigger. What you thought were your abs grew exponentially. However, instead of 6 individual units, your belly started to expand like one big balloon. A giant muscle gut formed, the size of a skippy ball! You heard a grumbling sound, followed by the smelliest belch escaping your mouth. You had gone from a jock to a full-on muscle bear!
The magical app deleted itself, leaving you in this new, smelly, hairy reality.