pVixen pumping and saline supply

For the much more perverse thoughts of one prickvixen.

It's a lazy afternoon, I'm sitting here waiting for a movie to become ready so I can put it on the network for the others in the house, and I'm guilty of overthinking.

I had a saline session last weekend that didn't go as well as planned. Some interruptions, among other things.

But, for as much as I sit and wonder, devising ways to get the saline to flow faster, I have this desirous want for saline infusion to pretty much go mainstream. Just have folks come in, shower up to scrub down, and have a seat in a comfortable chair. You'll feel a little prick or two, and in goes the 0.9% sodium chloride. Give it a bit of time, and off you go, back to your day, waddling because your nutsack is the size of a personal watermelon.

Consider: In my country, we have this rash of mobile and stationary IV clinics, targeting hangovers and the like. For less than $200, I can go in, let them stick a needle in my arm or hand, and give me intravenous fluids. This is a bargain compared to a hospital visit for the same reason.

But what when I want it elsewhere?

There's little supply for this want, and it saddens and depresses me. I just want easy access to safe supplies, and if there were centers that can do the infusion process for you, then god speed to them for making it a thing for us.

I'll keep on dreaming, though. Maybe when I'm 50, it'll happen.

Hear me out on this: those of us into saline infusion have to go skulking about in interesting corners of the internet in an attempt to get our hands on supplies to lounge around on a lazy Sunday morning with a cuppa and a needle or two in our sacks.

In some places, it is legit easier to acquire marijuana than it is a bag of 0.9% sodium chloride for personal purposes.

All I want is an easy to access stream of supplies; let me have my saline.

And while we're at it, make it easier to access stuff like hyaluronic acid injectors, too. I just wanna be able to sit down, infuse my sack, and have the results hang out for a week or three. Maybe longer.

I'm not harming anyone.

Since WriteFreely does not appear to have a built-in facility to hide things behind a fold: This is a Content warning: talk about genitalia, one's dislike of their own body, and fetishes. #CW #genitalia #fetish #fetishes #vacuumpumping #pumping #bodydysphoria #bodydysmorphia

So, now that I have this domain floating around, and have working software... let's talk about pumping from the aspect of a person of color.

I find it to be satisfying to have a lazy day in bed, stuffed in whatever vacuum apparatus I've chosen, just reading a book and letting my junk grow. The idea that someone figured out some time ago that you can create a seal around a body part and remove some of the air from the area to create a vacuum, and that body part changes shape over time fascinates the shit out of me.

That we now have at least a small market of vendors who have embraced this, both medically and recreationally, makes me smile a bit as someone who has (as yet not professionally diagnosed) body dysphoria.

Being able to just lounge in bed with a Monster Sphere suctioned to my groin while reading some random fanfic for a few hours is how I unwind and relax. It doesn't hurt myself or others. If I go long enough, my package actually becomes impressive looking when I put on pants again. And for the hours until things go back down to my pre-pumped size, I can be happy with the massive growth.

I am not a size queen. But I am a size queen. Let's make sense of that: I like big cocks and balls, super plump pussy lips, wide hips and the like. But it's more in the 'worship' aspect than the 'let us screw. performing the benedicktion now.' aspect. I just want to touch, to play with, to make others experience a climax, and if I get one, cool. I don't have to have one to be happy.

And it's not that I hate small things. Rather, I love them just as much, because my brain is fixated on this potential for growth under the insistent pressure of a vacuum pump. I can make it larger, jigglier, spongier, its weight stuck between someone's thighs for hours or even days... And all they can do is let time pass. What if someone sees this? And so the erection grows. It doesn't lose size instantly. It's a forced body change that satisfies the dull ache of dissatisfaction with my existing shape.

I can only hope that we start to see more options and variety on the market, instead of someone rebranding the same super generic clone cock-only tube with really shitty sheet-of-paper-thin gaskets that rip the second time you use them.

Maybe someone should make a silicone one that fits these generic tubes, and make that available...

With many thanks to @kode54@vulpine.club, the final seal has been breached. I appear now in the fediverse in the foggy, decently kerned form called text. I am, indeed, the kink-enabled blog for @xial@vulpine.club.

And, for documentation's sake, should someone else ever spend two days pulling their hair out on how to get WriteFreely to work correctly with Caddy, including federation:

You probably already have your base Caddyfile set as a reverse proxy. This part's fine. Go check your WriteFreely config.ini:

In [app]: While you probably set federation = true, you also need to set private = false. With appropriate credit to kode54, if private is true, your .well-known/ responses all dump back to a login page.

Good night!

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I think I might have actually got WriteFreely to somehow work. We'll see how long this lasts.

Until then...