hairy stills

Hey y’all remember another big guy dragon nerd?

-I’ll see myself out

Things to never say to a Hirsute girl:

Or in general, to anyone who is suffering from excess hair, whether that be trans/PCOS/or any other type of medical condition. (I understand some are more directed towards females.)

1. “Is that hair on your _________ ?”
2. “What is that rash on your _____/______ ?”
3. “Do you not get scared when it comes to being intimate with your partner?”
4. “Does your partner mind that you’re hairy?”
5. “You’re so brave, I would of killed myself if this was happening to me.”
6. “Even though you’re hairy, you still look like a girl.”
7. “You may think being hairy is the end of the world, but someone out there is worse off than you.”
8. “My Mother’s friend’s daughter has hirsutism and her’s is worse than yours.”
9. “Have you thought of lazer hair removal/ electrolysis/ shaving with a razor/ waxing/ threading/ plucking/ bleaching?
10. “So, can you get pregnant?”
11. “If you had a baby, would you be scared that it would also have abnormal hair growth, you should know better than anyone that it would be cruel to have a baby under those circumstances!”
12. “Why is your makeup so heavy - you would look so much better if it was natural!!”
13. “My friend takes _____ to control her hirsutism, why don’t you try that?”
14. “Ha ha ha, you could always join the circus as a bearded lady!!!”
15. “It’s just a little hair, it could be SO much worse, you are overreacting!”
16. “You wear such baggy clothes that cover up everything, it’s so depressing, stop being lazy, shave your body and wear something more revealing!
17. “Does your partner see you when you’re hairy?”
18. “Does it not scare you to wake up next to your partner every morning with a full face of stubble!?!?!?”
19. “Asking for laser hair removal on the NHS/Insurance would be selfish, it’s a cosmetic thing, not for actually bettering your life!”
20. “You’re such a spoil sport, you’re hairy, so what, stop making everything about you!”
21. “You know I can still see your hair through your makeup?”
22. “Maybe if you lost some weight like the doctors say, the hair would stop.”
23. “You always have to make everything about you, no one cares that you’re hairy, you’re being OTT.”
24. “Have you thought about buying a NoNo? I hear great things about them!”
25. “Maybe if you stopped buying yourself things, you could afford laser hair removal. 
26. “Ugh, I just felt your stubble brush up against my face!!!”
27. “You know, in old middle eastern history, hairy women were a sign of femininity and extreme beauty.”
28. “You should be greatful the hair is only on _____ and ______ it could be so much worse.”
29. “Did you see that bearded woman on the news the other day? That will be you in 5 years!!! Ha ha ha.”
30. “Aw no, don’t be upset, you know I’m only joking, my hairy friend!!”
31. “Your hair is getting kinda long…. Do you not thing it’s time to shave/wax/whatever it yet?”
32. “I can shave your hair for you if you want…”
33. “You would look so much better and prettier if you weren’t hairy.”
34. “Have you tried drinking _____ and eating ______ …. I read on Google it can stop excess hair growth!”
35. “It annoys me that you waste GP time going to see your doc about your hair, It is only hair.”
36. “You’re hairy because you have more male hormones, than female ones? Does that mean you are going to grow a penis lol?”
37. “Happy Birthday!!!! We bought you a gift voucher to the local spa for a full body wax! Hope you like it.”
38. “A lot of girls have this issue, you’re not the only one, relax.”
39. “I read that hirsutism means that you aren’t as developed as other humans, and are more like monkeys, is that right?”
40. “You’re a great friend, I love you and everything, but I find your hair so gross, I wish you would just control it better and take some pride in yourself!”

After having severe hirsutism for the best part of 10 years, these are just a handful of the extremely hurtful things that have been said/happened to me. Some of them were clearly meant in good taste, but a safe thing is that, unless the hirsute person brings up their hair, don’t bring it up yourself. 

- A Hirsutim sufferer

What if Jak 3 had ended with Daxter making a different wish?

I imagined that if he ever regained his original body, he wouldn’t look like a 13 year old kid again, but would also be taller than Jak and his teeth would have finally straightened out because his jaw got wider. And he would be scruffy and probably hairy. But still thin like a twig. And his freckles would fade because that often happens when people get older.

And he would still be clingy and touchy-feely because of being so used to hanging onto Jak’s shoulder out of habit, but after a while Jak would start getting annoyed and uncomfortable because his buddy is like 20x heavier than he was before.

And 20x more likely to start a bar fight with the wrong people due to his size and inability to keep his mouth shut. Being mouthy was cute and harmless when he was small and no one took him seriously, but now it’s actually a problem.

I’m sure Dax is using his bestie as a betting chip to get back at him for all the times that Jak senselessly gambled with his life like the asshole that he is.

Imagine You're a Doctor With a Special Patient (Part 2)

By Cyrille

Part 1

The card with the man’s name and number lay dormant on your nightstand. You don’t know why you didn’t reach out to him immediately, it certainly wasn’t denial. There was no way to be in denial when the proof was right there in between your legs.

But for whatever reason you didn’t contact the man, though you spent plenty of time looking at his card. His name was David, which you realized was not the name he had attended his appointment under. Which name was his real name? Was either name real?

It didn’t matter, you set the card down as your stomach turned again. You’ve been having morning sickness for the past few days; another confirmation of David’s claims. You must be pregnant.

You’ve obsessively been checking your hips and breasts. David mentioned that both would be getting bigger, but its been two weeks and you haven’t noticed any changes.

Damn, two weeks? Why the hell haven’t you called him yet?

And yet, another two weeks went by without you making any sort of attempt to reach out. You now began checking your belly along with your hips and breasts. He had mentioned that your pregnancy would be sped up; each trimester only a month long. You should be showing any day now. You had noticed a bit of growth, but you’ve also been combating cravings. How much was simple weight gain, and how much was a sign of the thing growing in your stomach? You weren’t exactly skinny to begin with, with a modest belly and a bit of fat in your breasts, so gauging whether or not either had grown was difficult.

You went into the bathroom and stripped. You had been using a tape measure to check all of your measurements precisely, but now you decided to just take a moment and behold yourself in the mirror.

Damn, you looked so normal! At least, if you didn’t have a pussy where your penis had once been. Your chest was still hairy and you sported a decent beard. With the bit of weight you’d gained you looked quite rugged. You’d be a model of manliness, if it wasn’t for that damn pussy.

You reached a hand down to touch it. Despite your disgust, you were still fascinated. You hesitated before touching your clit. You’d previously jacked off on a semi-regular schedule, but you’d been 100% hands off with your female genitalia. It just seemed…too weird. You took a deep breath and thought “who fucking cares”.

You began rubbing your clit, the first stimulation you had received since David enchanted you in your office. It was glorious. You immediately opened the cupboard under the sink where you’d stored “it”. Yes, despite your better judgement, you’d purchased a dildo online a week ago. You wanted to throw it away immediately after it had arrived, but the same curiosity that caused you to purchase it in the first place led you to simply stash it away.

But now you pulled it out and used it to full effect. You rubbed yourself while you stuck it inside. This was all insane; you were a man, but you were in the throes of female masturbation. You quickly came, then led yourself to come again. Damn, what was stopping you from going all night?

You must have been pleasuring yourself for over an hour. The worst part: you thought about David the whole time. The way you had been head over heels for him within moments. The scandal of being a doctor fucking his patient right there in his office. And the feeling of carrying his child. Yes, you grasped your stomach as you relished in how good it felt to carry his kid inside of you. Your free hand moved from your stomach to all the other parts of you that were going to change. You grasped your breasts, imagining them swollen and filled with milk. You caressed your hips, imaging them spread out to accommodate the inevitable birth. Fuck, the birth! You had tried your best to not think about that inevitable event. The pregnancy itself was bad enough. You knew the end of it would be terrible, yet in this moment, the thought of it was intoxicating. That should not seem sexy to you!

You pulled all of your hands off of you and decided that was enough. What the hell was wrong with you? Those pheromones, the ones that started this, there must still be some trace of them in your body to have you feeling like this.

High on both pleasure and frustration, you stormed back into your room and picked up your cell phone. You didn’t expect David to answer as it was rather late, but the phone only rang once before it was picked up.

“Hello, this is David. If you’re calling this number you must be dealing with…stuff.”

“Oh-uhh, yes. It’s your doctor.”

“Oh! I wasn’t sure i would hear from you. It happens sometimes, people don’t want anything to do with me and would rather deal with it on their own.”

“Well, not me. I…have questions, I think. Maybe not. I’m just confused and, uhh…I’m not sure what to do.”

“Of course, are you busy tomorrow?”

“Uhh yes I work. I’m booked all day with patients. Despite…all this, I still gotta work.”

“That’s admirable! Then how about the weekend? Saturday?”

“I’m completely free.”

“Perfect, we can grab some coffee and talk. Just text me your address and I can pick you up. We can talk about anything and everything and I can answer your questions. And don’t worry, now that you’re pregnant the pheromones won’t affect you again.”

“That’s good.”

“Alright, see you then!”

“Wait! One quick question; is your name really David?”

“Heh, makes sense that a doctor would be smarter than most people. No, David isn’t my real name. Neither is the name I visited you under. But we can talk about all that on Saturday. See you then.”

“See you…” *click*

You put down the phone. Well, now you had a date to look forward to. No! It wasn’t a date, obviously. But…somehow…you wanted it to be? You were free from the pheromones, he said himself that you shouldn’t be affected again. You were naturally straight, so why did you feel the way you did? What exactly were you feeling anyway? You weren’t sure, all you knew is that when you finally drifted off to sleep that night, all you could think about was “David”…