This was me on the day of this pumping session about 18 months ago. I’m more muscular now…

Hey everyone! It’s Throwback Thursday, and I thought I’d use this as an opportunity to honor my frequent fan and friend request: new big clit pumping pics! It’s not that I haven’t been pumping my clitty lately, it’s just that I really haven’t been taking many new big clit pumping pictures at all, except at my shoots for my clips4sale videos.

Throwback Thursday to February of last year!

In fact, to find a good unused set of sexy new big clit pumping pumping pictures, I had to go all the way back to February of 2015! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I shot clit pumping. I’m determined that there will be newer pics pics (and maybe vids) soon, but for now I thought you might all enjoy this little set.

Uh, look at that little cock sitting at the top of my pussy! I’m a baby futanari!

New Big Clit Pumping

I actually remember this day, it was a really great pumping session, and my clit got so hard and swollen it felt like it was going to pop! I was moaning and groaning and shuddering and shaking as I pumped my clit right up to the point of painfulness–and sometimes just a little beyond–for as long as I could stand it, until the nerve endings were screaming in confusion of agony and ecstasy to the point where I really though I might just come or start crying and shaking, and then slowly let the pressure bleed out and let that terrible, wonderful peak subside.

Thrusting my little cock/clit at you. I wish I could take a 3D picture of it coming out of the screen at you…

I was mostly doing the pumping myself that day; sometimes I have another partner do it, because it’s extremely exciting to put that incredible array of sensations in someone else’s hands and give up all responsibility for and control of it. And everyone who has dominated me this way has brought a different sort of technique, awareness, and level of ruthlessness to the task that it’s always breathtakingly (sometimes literally) exciting, even if the person doesn’t exactly know what they are doing in terms of pumping. Sometimes they give me blister (ouch) and sometimes they give me the most transcendent orgasm ever. It’s a risk, with great potential consequences and rewards…

My big clit is plenty long enough for some lucky slave to blow like it was a cock…

On that day, though, I was doing it to myself, because most of the time, that’s my favorite way to do it. I love to feel the direct connection between the pistol grip of the pump and the glans of my clit as it swells to the point of bursting. The feeling of knowing that I’m stretching my clit until it looks like a cock, until I’m a real-life futanari, is so freaky, and wrong, and amazing. Wrong in the sense of transgressive, like…almost no one else in the world is doing this, this fetish is rarer and more freaky than, I don’t know, bestiality.

Taking my clit out of the pumping tube. Pretty big, right?

Seriously…I bet more people in my real life would understand if I told them I fucked a dog than if they knew I had grown my clit until it was the size of a fat little cock. They’d get that, even if they condemned it. Like, getting penetrated by a cock is understandable, even if you don’t approve of the cock in question. But this…there’s just something so freaky about it, especially in a woman who isn’t transitioning to male. Like, if I said I was changing gender, they’d get that on some level (again, even if they didn’t approve). But I’m not. I’m me. I’m just…growing my clit.

Here’s what my clitty looks like after a little bit of the swelling has gone down. Still pretty chunky, right?

It’s the that knowledge of doing something so freaky that adds a huge amount of spice to what I’m doing, especially when I’m doing it to myself. Like, I’m such a sub that these kinds of consequences are very distant from me when someone else is in charge. I’ve chosen to put myself in someone else’s hands, which is exciting enough. But what they choose to do with me, that’s more up to them. If they do something transgressive, my feeling are more about them and what kind of person I’m being intimate with than about myself and what I’m doing. Because, in a very real way, I’m not doing it. It’s being done to me.

When I’m doing it to myself, it’s a choice. I’m doing something. I’m making myself something else. I’m changing myself. I’m in control. I’m nothing like what anyone thinks I am. I’m so much more, so much different, so much dirtier, sexier, and more powerful than anyone imagines. I’m willing to transform in ways that most people wouldn’t understand, changing myself simply to feel more and better.