Huge labia

So I had vaginoplasty surgery with Dr. Schaff in Potsdam, Germany two weeks ago and just came home from the hospital!
preparation
I brought way too many clothes to the hospital, but what I can definitely recommend is getting some nightgowns or long t-shirts since it's infinitely more convenient than trousers. I also brought slippers which were great for walking around, the clinic even has a beautiful garden to walk in so I was glad I brought those.
the procedure
As you probably know, Dr. Schaff has his own version of what he calls the 'combined method' (not PI). I opted for full-depth vaginoplasty but zero/minimal depth was also an option (and Dr. Schaff is quite open to adopting to one's wishes). Dr. Schaff uses the scrotal skin for the vagina as well as the urethra, which according to him helps with lubrication and a healthy bacterial environment.
the surgery
I arrived at the clinic a day before surgery and had to clean my bowels. It was good that I had a solid breakfast since I could practically eat nothing for the next 36-ish hours. Surgery was Monday morning, I had to wait a while in the anaesthesia room for all the doctors to arrive but eventually they got started and everything went well. I had no complications and woke up with no pain, a little dizzy but incredibly euphoric and relieved.
post surgery
I started eating regularly again on day two and also had to stand up and walk with the help of the clinic staff. I could walk around the hallway on day 3 without any blackouts or light headedness, which felt great. At day 7, I could walk stairs, which was another small milestone. One thing that was annoying was the catheter which of course I had to carry around, but since getting up from bed still took a lot of effort and I had to drink lots of water it was nice not to go to the bathroom all the time. The food was also decent compared to regular hospital food, with some vegan options as well. The staff was incredibly nice, too, and I almost always felt safe and cared for and always got help if I had any questions.
annoyances
As I said, the surgery went well and there were no complications, but at some point my body reacted badly to the meds I was given (mostly pain relief) and I had lots of stomach pain and nausea. The doctors said this was quite common, but I hadn't heard of it before and so wasn't prepared, so if your bowels are as sensitive as mine, I'd recommend not eating too much 'normal' food at first but start with soups and a little bread. I basically had veggie soup for 7 days to calm my bowels, which wasn't great.
aftercare
On day 7, the doctors removed the stent inside the vagina, which was a huge relief since I could constantly feel an uncomfortable tightness in my pelvis region up to that point. On day 9 they did a small incision to correct the vaginal entrance under local anaesthesia, which felt like a set back since I felt some pain after that and couldn't leave my bed for the rest of the day. On day 10, they finally removed the catheter. Going to the bathroom normally was kind of scary, but it wasn't painful in any way, just messy. I also took less and less painkillers without any major problems, though if you don't feel any side effects I'd recommend taking them a while longer rather than limiting yourself in what you can do. As the doctors told me, light activity like talking a walk is key to speed you recovery, so it's best not to lay in bed all the time.
the results
The doctors all said that the results looked good and you could see the swelling recede every day. Especially the inner labia are still a little protruded but I can already see how everything settles down and I couldn't be happier. I also have plenty of feeling inside the vagina as well as the vulva, which is pretty sensitive, I even had to tell the doctors to be more careful when they were cleaning her the first time. I even had a wet dream one night during the second week! Dilating feels good too and isn't too painful, I can already imagine how pleasurable it will be once everything is well healed, even though I still have to get used to doing it three times a day.
going home
I had to take the train to get back home (luckily I was accompanied by two friends). It wasn't too tiring, just weird to be out in public again while still feeling like I shouldn't be far from my bed. It's great to be back though, especially because I didn't really have any privacy in the clinic since the staff or doctors could come in any time.
final thoughts
Am I happy? Absolutely. With everything going so smoothly and the clinic being as comfortable and safe as it was sometimes it felt too good to be true. And as far as I can tell at this point, I'm so happy with the results!
some tips
— books didn't work for me, but my laptop and audiobooks were a great way to pass the time. Just prepare to be bored a lot and not able to focus too much on anything.
— don't ask too many friends to visit. It's nice to have someone there you can trust (my girlfriend accompanied me, which saved my life), but you'll be in pain, tired and grumpy, and having people around that aren't sensible to how you're feeling can be incredibly stressful.
— if you're unwell, need anything or have questions, never hesitate to ask, and asking twice is better than once. And even if it's exhausting, try to communicate how you feel. Feeling safe and being able to heal properly should be your #1 priority.
— turn off your phone! It was really stressful to think I had to tell everyone I was okay all the time, but that really shouldn't feel like it‘s your responsibility. I got so many calls that at some point I just switched into airplane mode because it was too much.
— subreddits like this one are a great way to feel understood and connected post surgery, in ways my loved ones sometimes couldn't quite offer. Hearing that other peope went through similar things really helped me cope on some days.
— if you have one, bring your blahaj. The staff immediately recognized mine (I brought a big haj and a small one) and even brought them to me when I woke up from surgery, which was a small thing but still gave me lots of comfort.
That's allI can think of right now, feel free to ask me anything if you want to know more :)

Has anyone been diagnosed with these? There is a huge lack of awareness of these and it has been hell trying to get some answers. Never knew tiny intraurethral veins could cause such hell.
I have urethral tenesmus (24/7 sensation of incomplete emptying) and terrible stream. There is no relief after peeing ever and I’ve had it for years now. When I say 24/7, I mean literally 24/7.
My urologist isn’t sure what to do next, although he is reading the paper ‘Urethral hemorrhoids: a forgotten lesion’ - it’s an old paper but one of the only ones that seems to be out there - and it may be a case of cauterising some of these vessels, although he doesn’t know what we’re gonna do next yet.
That paper does show a good diagram of explaining what’s going on. The venous drainage of the wall is impaired, so cannot release the venous contents of the wall fully, creating the urge to urinate. Venous drainage slows as the bladder fills, creating the sensation to urinate, but when venous drainage is impaired, then you always need it because the veins can’t drain properly even when you urinate.
Looking for experiences please (I’m female but males can have them too), since it seems these are rarely diagnosed, as most urologists don’t know they exist, just pass it off as a strong venous pattern, or the veins are too hard to visualise on cystoscopy, especially lying flat when the veins might drain.
My MRI and cystoscopy and all other tests etc are all normal but I had a Doppler ultrasound that did eventually show high vascularity on outside of the urethral wall (this was about the tenth ultrasound I have had done and they were specifically looking for vascular signs this time, instead of cysts, and it was a specialist vascular sonographer) 🙏
I actually find my symptoms get a tiny bit better during period when there is less estrogen in the blood and alcohol strangely helps a tiny bit (perhaps because it thins the blood, although I don’t know). The stream seems to be worse though during the period, probably cause the veins are literally bigger in size. Seems to be some kind of very unusual presentation of pelvic congestion.
I had sclerotherapy done on the labia for pelvic congestion and it actually made things even worse (probably because the poor urethra veins now have even fewer places to drain to, hence feel even more dilated and swollen).
I’ve seen lots of people on Reddit, Facebook etc with this 24/7 urge to pee and some people say the urge gets worse/better during sex, exercise, menstruation, ovulation, heat, etc, which could be due to the dilatory effect these have on veins, so could be worth checking out urethral hemmorhoids if this sounds like you (although finding a urologist who knows about them is a nightmare). Mine is a really nice guy and is trying to learn himself, but I wish there was an expert on this. The urologists who wrote the paper seem to have passed away sadly, as it is an old paper.
If there is a big group of us with this exact symptom, maybe we could form some kind of support group and help each other out and raise some awareness, cause I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, and maybe our urologists could work together to figure out treatment and better diagnostics going forward 🤷‍♀️

Hello
25F, 130lbs, 5’10”, no tobacco, MMJ user, hydrocodone and oxyxodone as needed, cyclobenzaprine, protonix
If you read this thank you so much because I’m absolutely desperate and my doctors are tired of me and I think they think I only want pain meds. I don’t, I just want to feel better. I have a huge stash of emergency oxycodone anyway so I barely even need them for that.
On 12/15 I fell down the stairs and hit the lower of my middle back quite hard. 12/19 I had a LEEP done, 01/06 I came down with extreme urinary issues and between then and now have been back 6 times, seen 4 specialists and have seen my PCP at least ten times for urine samples. I’ve also only been able to attend my full time job for 43 days so far this year and have no more money for copays and if it weren’t for my ADA paperwork, I’d have been fired a long time ago
Over the last two weeks, it’s been taking me up to two hours to produce urine while having a full (and very sore - mostly left side) bladder. This is infuriating. When I do end up finally feeling the need to release, I have less than 3 minutes to get to a restroom before my vision starts going spotty from the bladder pressure pain.
My urologist ordered a cystoscopy, but has been blaming my 3mm kidney stone until I begged for an ultrasound last month of my bladder. Found bladder wall thickening and bladder cyst / possible urachal remnant.
I found out what Cuada equina is today. I learned that it is very very commonly missed. I can barely walk, and at the music festival I went to over the weekend I had to use ADA for just about everything. I look completely normal so I got judged pretty hard, but I do have paperwork. I have been losing weight without much diet change and my back has been killing me as well. I feel so weak. My urine flow is so small compared to what it used to be. I had a period of time where the pain was so bad, I couldn’t feel my clitoris or labia at all so sex was pointless as well, and I thought I’d lose my relationship and be alone forever. They send me to an OB-Oncologist who said not to come back, which is why my urologist finally agreed to check my bladder.
Is it possible that all my issues are related to the cyst and thickening, or could this be cuada equina that was missed on multiple CT’s? I can’t find info on bladder cysts. using retention. When is the appropriate time to go to the hospital? I can barely walk without pain meds. I urinated about 40 times on Saturday, with my usual being 10-20 times, and some days there’s very little pain or urgency at all, but the retention is almost always there to some extent.
It almost feels like the part of my brain that controls my bladder doesn’t work anymore because no matter how hard I tell my bladder to release, it just doesn’t happen sometimes and I can’t get comfortable after that. I’ve slept a total of 4 hours since Saturday morning and I only have one hydrocodone left. Pyridium does NOTHING except for when burning pain presents, and I can’t take NSAIDS until my GI clears me due to extreme gas, constipation and bloating / belching thought to be caused by peptic ulcers. I can’t walk at this point without pain meds, but the ER always releases me with the same DX of cyst and bladder wall thickening and tells me they have no clue what that means. But I’m in so much pain I feel like there has to be something they can do other than give me fluids and monitor me for an hour or two until I can get to my cystoscopy next week.
If you have any advice for me I really appreciate it. I don’t want to die but I feel the only way out of lifelong urinary pain after 6 months now is suicide. The only time suicide doesn’t cross my mind a couple times is when I do end up having to take a pain pill. In March, I had to take oxy every day. I only take them now when I can’t walk because the effects are too strong for me to keep my life in order while taking them every day. But this weekend I have had the most trouble walking, and using the restroom, since all of these issues began.
I can’t afford any more specialists visits after my procedure, so I really wish the ER could do something for me as they’re the only ones who won’t turn me away for not having money at this point. My GI doc actually canceled my appointment because I don’t have $20 and I’ve been putting off another ultrasound because it’s $200 up front. IDK what to do but I’m pretty sure this is how a lot of people end up on fent and heroin - if I had been denied pain meds this far I would have turned to the streets, and that’s coming from someone who has chosen - on their own - to quit most drug related and extracurricular activities to better their life at a young age and is much happier for it.
I can’t even get the ER to catheterize me when I can’t urinate for 6+ hours at a time. What gives? Why won’t they run a different imaging test? They wouldn’t even give me a breath test for h pylori recently and now I’m waiting a month for an appointment I can’t even afford.
TL;DR extreme bladder pain, nobody understands why, extreme difficulty urinating, ER can’t do anything for me and awaiting surgery. Is there anything I can say or do to get proper medical attention or can the ER really not touch your bladder like they say? Is there a way I can convince them to admit me so I could see a urologist before my procedure? My urologist is unavailable until my follow-up and I don’t think the company they work for allows them to Rx narcotics and I’m against taking more than 1 oxycodone a week at this point but so far have been unsuccessful in getting something weaker like hydro or tramadol.

Infant Male Circumcision: An Ethical Dilemma
Male circumcision (AKA male genital mutilation) is a controversial topic with people debating the proposed medical benefits, social impact and perception, cultural expectations and norms, religious practices, and moral/ethical standards. Circumcision involves excising the foreskin of the penis. Four main topics of contention relating to male circumcision include cleanliness, tradition, aesthetic, and social acceptability (Murray and Allen). Personally, I think the debate boils down to the ethical concerns regarding the violation of bodily autonomy. An infant cannot consent to the permanent modification of their sexual organs. Just as female circumcision is wrong and a clear violation of human rights, so is the male equivalent. I am passionate about this topic because I do not believe it should be up to the parents to decide what happens to their son's penis and I detest any and all arguments suggesting religious or cultural justifications.
What is circumcision and what does the procedure entail? Circumcision, when performed on an infant male, requires the infant to be restrained "on his back on a board called a circumstraint, [preventing] the child from moving" (Solomon, 219). Then, the foreskin is separated from the glans which is "done by inserting a hemostat into the non-retracted foreskin, and then turning this probe-like device around the circumference of the glans" (Solomon, 219). An "incision line" is made along the foreskin using a "scissor-like clamp" and the foreskin is cut and peeled away from the glans. "The procedure is painful, and due to the risk of infant overdose, many circumcisions in the United States are performed with either minimal or no anesthesia" (Solomon, 219). The result is a screaming, crying, and traumatized baby who had to experience having a section of their most sensitive body part forcefully surgically removed, typically without pain relief or control.
Many proponents of male infant circumcision proclaim that a circumcised penis is more hygienic. "If left unclean, the foreskin can develop infections from trapped bacteria and secretions," says a participant from a data analysis study regarding opinions on male circumcision (Murray and Allen). According to Thomas E. Wiswell, evidence shows that "infants who are not circumcised have a higher rate of UTIs during infancy, and that adults are more likely to have penile cancer and certain (but not all) sexually transmitted diseases later in life" (Solomon, 220). The issue with claims of improved hygiene lies with the notion that circumcision is the only way to maintain proper cleanliness and that without the procedure, infections are more likely to occur. This concern is disingenuous and oversimplified and suggests that parents are incapable of teaching their children how to properly care for their normal (and healthy) body parts without drastic measures such as genital mutilation. The idea of lopping off parts of the body in the name of cleanliness is laughably ignorant and fallacious. I personally think that the purported benefits of circumcision (reduced risk of penile cancer, HIV, HPV, STDs, and UTIs) are irrelevant when discussing the ethical complications of overriding a person's right to bodily autonomy (Solomon, 220). According to a booklet from The Duke University Health System, evidence shows that circumcision does reduce the risk for UTIs and penile cancer, however, "it also mentions that both of these conditions are rare and that proper hygiene 'likely prevents penile cancer as much as circumcision does,' and "it does not give a similar non-amputation prevention tip for UTIs" (Solomon, 224). Arguments in support of infant male circumcision with the reasoning of cleanliness are rooted in a fundamental misunderstanding of how hygiene works and rely merely on the convenience of a permanent and largely unnecessary cosmetic surgical procedure to fix a simple case of willful ignorance and general laziness.
Tradition and religion are very important to many people and help them feel connected to their ancestors, loved ones, and communities, but should not ever be used as an excuse to override bodily autonomy. A participant in the aforementioned analytical study, mentioned that, "most parents decide to circumcise their baby boys merely because their religious faith dictates it, because the father was circumcised, or because it's a traditional practice common to a majority of males in this country" (Murray and Allen). This mindset is particularly common for people of the Jewish faith, where the procedure is considered a rite of passage and has been performed on boys for generations. According to the study, "other participants shared they support the freedom of individuals to make decisions based on their own beliefs and that they respect differing religious perspectives on circumcision" (Murray and Allen). The major point missed by the participants in said study is that the "freedom of individuals" to make religious-based decisions unabashedly overrides the individual freedom of the infant males who have no say in what happens to their bodies. I support religious freedom up until the point it affects people other than the individual making the choice. A big part of freedom of religion is freedom from religion- that is, the right to be protected from other peoples' beliefs and not have them dictate your own life. There's a huge difference between raising your children in a particular faith and mutilating their bodies because your holy book demands it. Genitals are such a private and intimate thing and I can hardly think of anything more violating than someone else choosing to alter my genitals when I am at my most vulnerable state because of their own selfish commitment to tradition or faith.
When it comes down to popular opinion, studies show that "the pervasive concern with social acceptability" is a major factor for whether or not parents decide to circumcise their sons during infancy, despite knowing the valid medical concerns in regards to the purpose and safety of the procedure (Murray and Allen). According to the analytical study already referenced, "social factors may be equally or more important than medical factors for parents during the decision-making process" (Murray and Allen). That leaves us with an important question that must be asked: what kind of parent makes permanent medical decisions regarding their child's health and body based significantly on the expectations and perspective of society? If American society said that females were more attractive without their labia and clitoris, would medical professionals be allowed to perform routine female circumcision (read: genital mutilation) simply because it were socially acceptable and even expected? Or should actual medical justifications be the only reason any sort of surgery on minors should ever be performed? Many- if not most- proponents of infant male circumcision make the choice for personal reasons and without properly understanding the risks and consequences of the choice they're making on behalf of their vulnerable and helpless baby boys. "Despite [the] lack of discussion or formal education on the topic, most of the emerging adults did express strong opinions in favor of circumcision based on their personal experiences and social interactions" (Murray and Allen). Parents who circumcise their sons are doing so with more respect to appearances than their own son's physical and mental wellbeing. The fear of society's disapproval and fear of rejection and bullying from peers is not a sufficient reason to permanently alter a child's body without their consent. Elective cosmetic procedures such as lip-filler, botox, breast augmentation, and rhinoplasty (nose jobs) are not rationalized and performed on non-consenting children, so why is circumcision any different? The answer is because of cultural and social acceptability.
It is also important to understand where the practice of circumcision came from and why it has become so popular. "Infant circumcision was recognized in the United States around 1900" (Ahmed and Ellsworth). The theory connecting germs and disease resulted in a widespread "germ phobia" and an increasing concern and "[suspicion] of dirt and bodily secretions" (Ahmed and Ellsworth). "The penis was deemed 'dirty' by association with its function, and as a result, circumcision was seen as preventative medicine to be practiced universally" (Ahmed and Ellsworth). Historically, "circumcision was also viewed as a method of treating and preventing masturbation" (Ahmed and Ellsworth). This is why context matters: circumcision derives not only from religious/cultural tradition, but also excessive paranoia surrounding germs and cleanliness and a desire to control another's sexuality. Even historically, the practice focuses on violating bodily autonomy and taking away a person's right to choose.
When considering a potential medical procedure (especially one that permanently alters the body), it is absolutely vital to fully understand the risks and benefits of said procedure before making the choice to go through with it. There is a pervasive problem with parents nonchalantly deciding to let doctors cut off their son's foreskin for superficial, self-serving, and unethical reasons and without proper regard for the genuine risks and potential complications. It's important to face the reality that routine infant male circumcision is an elective cosmetic procedure that is unnecessary the majority of the time and that the few purported benefits can equally be achieved through safer, less permanent and less invasive means. "The American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) has noted benefits of circumcision but has not suggested requiring the procedure" (Murray and Allen). Many arguments against circumcision are routinely "brushed off using a number of rationalizations" (Murray and Allen). There are many potential complications that can and have occurred to infants during this unnecessary surgery. Acute complications include "bleeding, hematoma, urethral laceration, incomplete circumcision (removal of too little tissue), penile degloving (removal of too much tissue), infection/sepsis, and injury to glans and frenulum," while late complications include, "penile skin bridge, preputial adhesions, poor cosmesis, meatal stenosis, buried/concealed penis, trapped penis, and urethrocutaneous fistula" (Ahmed and Ellsworth). Additionally, "circumcision, like any surgery, carries the risk of death" (Solomon, 230). Is even a very small risk of death or permanent disfigurement to a previously healthy baby boy worth a "clean-looking" penis or adherence to religious dogma? I don't think so. Physical damage, dismemberment, and death aren't the only risks involved with infant male circumcision. Opponents of the practice also mention "loss of penile shaft mobility, the loss of the protective covering of the foreskin, and decreased sexual sensitivity" (Solomon). Overall, the suggested "health benefits are fairly minor and routinely overstated" (Solomon). With these things in mind, the only right choice to make is to respect your child's right to choose for himself when he is old enough. Instead of risking his life and comfort for what is essentially a cultural and social ritual, teach him how to properly care for his body- don't mutilate it.
In conclusion, the numerous risks involved with routine infant male circumcision make the surgery not only unnecessary, but logically unsound and irresponsible in cases where there is no legitimate medical justification. If a parent is willing to risk such serious consequences for their infant child in the name of convenience, tradition, faith, or fear of social perception, it begs the question whether or not they are competent to make such permanent life-altering decisions for their innocent and vulnerable child. At the end of the day, any alleged benefits procured from the removal of the foreskin in non-consenting minors is overrode by the obvious unethical violation of bodily autonomy and the many serious (while uncommon) risks and complications that can occur during the unnecessary cosmetic procedure. The excuses of "hygiene, tradition, religious belief," and/or "aesthetics" and "social acceptability" are entirely moot in the face of ethical considerations and the crucial and imperative importance of the right to choose what happens to our own bodies.
Works Cited
Ahmed, Asma, and Pamela Ellsworth. “To Circ or Not: A Reappraisal.” Urologic Nursing, vol. 32, no. 1, 2012, p. 19, https://doi.org/10.7257/1053-816x.2012.32.1.19. Accessed 11 Oct. 2022.
Murray, Michelle M., and Katherine R. Allen. “Emerging adults’ perceptions of male circumcision in the United States: Facts, fictions, and future plans.” American Journal of Sexuality Education, vol. 15, no. 2, 11 Mar. 2020, pp. 180–200, https://doi.org/10.1080/15546128.2020.1737290.
Solomon, David. “Informed Consent for Routine Infant Circumcision: A Proposal.” New York Law School Law Review, vol. 52, no. 2, Oct. 2007, pp. 215–45. EBSCOhost, search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=a9h&AN=31268614&site=ehost-live.

Hi! I'm sure similar questions have already been posted on this subreddit but here's mine. Since the last 6-7 years (actually I don't remember when this started) I have been getting boils/pimples/sores on my vulva, vagina, labia, clitoral hood after my period ends. Most of the times they're very small and go away in 3 days so I don't bother getting medical attention, but in some months they get very big and gruesome. Last year i went to the gynac and she ruled it out as just bacterial vaginosis. Okay maybe in that month I might've gotten BV , but I dont think BV is the reason this is happening every freaking month. Since then I didn't get bigger boils/pimples so I didn't go to the gynac again, but now I'm suffering with a huge boil on my clitoral hood and extreme levels of itching in and around my vagina and pain in the lymph nodes in my thigh.
Can anyone give any leads towards what it could be?? so I can initiate proper conversations with my physicians now without being dismissed and told that's its just BV or yeast infection.
FYI: I am 99% sure it isn't any STI/STD related issue. This period i actually tried a new brand of sanitary pads (maybe the new product didn't suit me). Every time I get biggemore gruesome boils i also get pain in my thighs lymph nodes so its gotta be an infection i guess??? This doesn't happen when the boils are tiny. I already use non tight fitting cotton undies. I do suffer from cystic acne on my face.

For the longest my labia minora has been longer on the left side. It’s bothered me a few times in past only because its rubs against clothes gets pricked by hair or gets raw from a possible wedgie/ camel toe.
I trimmed my hair like always last week but I usually don’t trim the lips(labia majora) and haven’t in a few months- but this time I did because it was itching. It was the worst mistake I could have made. My left labia minora has grown substantially and is now sticking out past my labia majora and it is so irritating.
It’s rubbing against everything and just it being there or touching the other parts of my vulva is irritating for it. Usually this would be fixed if I stopped wearing underwear buts it’s so much bigger now that it’s a problem just existing.
And to clarify, it’s not that it is huge or swollen it’s just grown in side a normal amount. But that amount is causing me major issues. I’m waiting for the hair to grow back but in the meantime what can I do?

ever since using my estradiol/testosterone cream, about once a month i get a painful (not too bad) itchy bump on my labia minora. last month it was on the left side this month it’s on the right and this one is HUGE and very itchy right now. last month it turned into a really dark spot but went away. the month before it was in the same spot as last months, almost. right now the bump is the same color as my skin down there but i have a feeling it’s gonna turn dark again. is this normal?? idk if they are pimples, cysts or what. i just know they swell and then decrease in size over the course of a week.

I'm finallysl slightly over 6 weeks post op and I thought I'd be better by now. First, just lifting my 22 lb toddler caused some spotting. Doc wasn't concerned enough to schedule an appointment but I'm scared to move now. I've also noticed that I leak urine after using the bathroom. I thought urine leakage would improve after surgery but it's worse. I go to the bathroom then within the time I wash my hands I feel a huge warm gush. I wear pads still buy I wanted to be free from pads forever after this surgery. Is this normal? Sometimes i stand up and feel a little warm liquid come out that's not enough to escape my vaginal lips(dunno how to word this less gross). Now I stand up with toilet paper between my labia and shimmy before discarding the toilet paper. I don't want to do this forever. Do I just have more healing to go?

Title says it all :(
I searched this sub and I’m terrified of being in a constant circle of BV and Yeast. A week and a half ago I was tested negative for BV positive for Yeast. I did my diflucan dosage (150mg once, and again 3 days) I still had symptoms so I used 3 days of Boric Acid. When I went to the GYN she said my inner labias look irritated and gave me a cream to put on it, and tested me again for yeast and BV. Yeast was still positive and now I got BV?! How is it possible to get it within 1.5 weeks? Was it the boric acid that set it off?
No fishy smell, just excess discharge - it was normal colored discharge, just in excess. Irritation and itchiness in my inner labia after frequent sex was the symptom that triggered me to go, and just an odd non fishy smell.
My question is: since the 2 doses of Diflucan didn’t help my yeast infection, and now I have BV what can I do to completely stop this from continuing? The last time I was on antibiotics was January although I have been on them 4x last year (with no apparent yeast infection, but I guess I missed it cause I was looking for cottage cheese discharge) The only huge difference in my life from last year to this is I was sick for a year. My immune system is flared up, and my autoimmune disease is bad. I got sick frequently and took longer to heal, and I am currently working with doctors to check if I have another disease like Lupus. I’ve had an enlarged lymph node behind my ear for a year. It’s very hard to find help for all of this shit that’s going on. Sex was a healing outlet for me - and now I feel like that has been taken away. I haven’t had sex in almost a month.
Currently I’m taking Soaking Wet probiotics, and ordered another vaginal probiotic suppository. I’m afraid of taking boric acid suppositories again.
I’m on flagyl 500mg 2x a day for 7 days, then 2 doses of diflucan. Then nystatin cream for my inner vulva irritation. She recommended a steroid cream combo but the skin is so thin I was afraid of using it.
I’m seeking guidance and help and I don’t want to keep having breakdowns about my health 😭 I appreciate y’all so much!

THIS STORY TAKES A BDSM-INCESTY STORY AND TURNS IT TRANS! Dale hated his stepmom and caught her cheating. He blackmailed her into becoming his sex slave. The problem is—she grew to love it and now he's fallen in love with her. What will happen when Dad returns and learns what's happened between his son and his new wife??????
It was a perfect Friday morning as Mom and I lay together on the master bed. I had planned continue her overt slavery until Dad returned from his extended business trip tomorrow, but I had essentially released her from it only a few days after my old school chums and I had taken turns degrading her all night long.
The thing was, she seemed to love whatever nasty things we made her do, so it was no longer as hot as it had been. That night climaxed with the three of us pissing on her in the bathtub while she dildoed herself for us, and she had a massive orgasm.
More than that, I had fallen in love with my stepmother as much as she seemed to have fallen in love with me. Ever since then, she had gladly fucked whenever I wanted, did whatever I wanted, dressed as sexy as I wanted, and in general treated me like a Master or a king.
She’d become addicted to presenting herself as sexy as possible, both to turn me on but also because it turned her on. Every night she climbed into bed wearing a scandalous three-piece lingerie set: a garter belt with seamed stockings, a shelf bra that nestled but fully exposed most of her tits and her usually-hard nipples, and crotchless panties so I had instant access to her pussy and asshole.
My dick and my mouth spent much time down there.
Mom had just finished sucking off my morning erection and eating my jizz, which she shared with me. Ever since I freed her, she often made it part of the blowjob. I had to admit my own cum tasted sexy.
“You know, I had this whole list of degrading things I was going to do you before I changed my mind,” I said offhandedly after a kiss.
Her interest perked up. “Like what? We could still try them!”
“Well, that first night with Jake and Ted, when we peed all over you and then we made you suck the last drops of piss out of our dicks? I had been thinking of making you drink the whole thing. Use you like…”
“Like a urinal, Master?”
“You don’t have to call me that. I told you. Anyway, yeah.”
“And I told you, I like the way it sounds. You are the master of my heart, my darling Dale.” She bent down and kissed my cock before she looked me in the eyes. “Anyway… I’d like to try that with you.”
“You’re the most exciting woman in the world to me.” I heaved a sigh. “I only wish Dad would never come home.”
“At least we got an extra month!”
Dad had called a few days after that first orgy to say he was very sorry but his job demanded an extra month out of the country. Helen and I had celebrated with a long fuck in the backyard hot tub.
I bit my lip. “Maybe we should tell him we’re in love and it’s all my fault. And… I don’t know. Help me make up a story.”
She looked at me sadly, warily. “The story is going to be worse than you think. I missed my period last week. I bought a test kit last night and I used it just before you woke. I was going to tell you after we got up, but maybe now is the time. I'm pregnant with your baby, Dale. I hope you’re not angry.”
The emotions hit me like a football pile-up, everything from I’m too young to how deeply I loved my stepmom and how close it would bring us together. In the end that was what won out. I’d do anything—
“What the hell is this!” My father’s voice thundered in the room.
What happened next was a blur, but I remember Mom crying out in terror, Dad yelling, him pulling a gun out from the closet, a struggle, a loud bang, and a sharp pain on the side of my head just before I blacked out. My last thought was fear for my beloved Helen.
I came to sometime later. Helen was in fevered activity, stuffing three big suitcases on the bed. One was loaded with jewelry, cash from the floor safe, Dad’s guns, the others with designer dresses, shoes and handbags worth hundreds of thousands.
“He-Helen,” I gasped.
She stopped packing and came over to hug me fiercely. “Thank God you’re okay, my love,” she wept.
We clung together for long minutes until I asked what happened.
“I will tell you in a minute, baby. But right now I need to know something.” She went over a laptop PC on the dresser that I recognized as Dad’s. “I need your social security number.”
“What? Why, Mom?”
“Please! Just tell me!”
As she typed it in, she explained that I’d fought to take away his gun during the struggle and it had gone off. It killed him. She was transferring as much money as she could into a Mexican bank account near a city where she had relatives. It was the only way we could be free, she said. Or we could risk a murder trial here.
“But it was an accident!”
She hammered in some final keyboard strokes and exhaled in relief. She turned to me with dismay. “We’ve been fucking behind his back for almost two months. I’m carrying your child! If we wipe your prints off the gun it only looks worse. And when your friends tell in open court what you made me do, no jury will believe a thing you say.”
I suddenly felt like I might puke. “Oh… fuck!”
“Get anything you must have. Don’t worry about clothes, I’ll take care of that later. We have all the money we need for a new life.”
In a daze, I grabbed a few keepsakes, some cool boots I liked and a dozen books I wanted to have. We stashed it all in her Jaguar’s trunk and hit the I-5 for the Mexican border. She said not to worry: she’d help me learn all the Spanish I’d need and she’d make sure I’d have everything I wanted after we got there.
We were about an hour out of Tijuana and it was dark when she pulled over to a store for snacks and something to drink. She handed me an open bottle of icy, Mexican-brand Coke. Ten minutes after I drank it, I could no longer keep my eyes open. I passed out.
The nightmare seemed to go on forever—the worst kind where you feel like you’re almost awake but you can’t wake up—bizarre dreams mixed flashes of reality. It was accompanied by pains all over my body, especially my face and a tightness across my chest. At times I sensed that someone was feeding me with a spoon.
I woke with a start in a bright, cheery bedroom with strange bird songs out the window and the smell of Mexican cooking nearby. I tried to sit up and found I was handcuffed to the frame of a hospital bed.
“What the fuck!” I spouted.
Helen appeared a minute later, grinning over me. “Welcome to your new life, Dalia. This will be so much fun!”
“Where am I? Why do I feel so strange and achy? And what the fuck is this this?” I tugged the handcuff.
“It’s so much easier to show you.” She called toward the door. “Mom, I need a hand in here.”
A beautiful Mexican woman, a total MILF somewhere north of forty-years-old, glided into the room. It was then that I noticed they both wore white silk tunics that barely reached past their shapely asses and through which bra-less tits poked hard nipples.
As Helen reached down to my chest, I saw a wide elastic bandage cinched down where I felt a tight, heavy sensation. A hiss of Velcro exposed two very large, round breasts. As I looked at them and gasped, the two women held up and tilted a full length mirror.
I’m a girl with a dick!
Save my pubes and from my eyebrows on up, all the hair had been removed from my body. I had stripper-sized breasts and a slender waistline. My face was utterly smooth, as though no beard was below the skin. It was shaped differently that it was before—it was a girl’s face!
I screamed and passed out. When I came to, Helen explained I’d been kept sedated for the past three weeks while various doctors and specialists had visited here and I’d been taken to a nearby private clinic with an operating room.
“You’ve been getting electrolysis every day to remove your beard and body hair, waxing for your legs and arms. Obviously, you’ve had breast implants. The same surgeon did sort of a tummy tuck and removed the bottom floating ribs to give you an hourglass figure. A cosmetic surgeon made your nose and forehead much more womanly. Plus a filler to give you those fuckable lips! And of course the hair extensions until yours grows out.”
“Why would you do this to me?”
“You’re wanted for murder back in Los Angeles, darling. Not to mention you transferred ten million of your father’s money to a bank in the Cayman Islands. They’ll never find you now that you look like this!”
“You said you were transferring the money to Mexico!”
“I lied. I lied about being pregnant too.”
I gasped again. “You fucking—witch! Why?”
Her smirk was replaced by icy calm. “I can’t slap you until your face heals, but I have a long memory and other punishments.” Then she turned cheery again. “I did it to make you easier to manipulate. I also lied about when your father was coming home. I wanted him to catch us because I knew he’d go for the gun.”
“You planned his murder!”
“And I transferred your fingerprints to that gun that we left behind. If you even try to go to the authorities then will see only a tranny slut who’s the prime suspect in a highly sexual patricide case.”
“Why did you go through all of this? And turn me into this?”
“Tradition. My mama and I have a long history of selecting weak males, beguiling and making them love us. Then we force-transition to give us pliable sex slaves we can use to make more money.” She indicated the Latina MILF. “Dalia, meet Dolores Reina. Dalia’s your new name, by the way.”
She gave Dolores a deep, tongue-heavy kiss as she caressed her ass through the white silk. Helen caught me gaping and broke the kiss. She winked at me. “She’s my stepmom. A real hottie, isn’t she? She did to my dad what I did to yours.”
She cinched my new breasts back down with the binder, explaining it had to stay on until they fully healed. Now that I was conscious I could take over the exercise to keep them from turning painfully hard.
"Your face and tits are too sensitive to play with right now, but I can appropriately break you into slavery, anyway.”
“If you think I’m going to do a fucking thing you—OW!”
I cried out as she seized my balls and squeezed them. As I recovered from the pain she strapped a collar around my neck. It looked much like a dog collar and it had a rectangular plastic box that lay on the back of my neck underneath my hair extensions.
She held up a remote control and pushed the button briefly, making me scream from the electric shock on my neck. It was then a simple matter for them to guide me to their basement dungeon and lock my head and wrists into old-fashioned stocks that bent me over. Ankle cuffs on the floor spread my legs wide apart.
Helen held up a dildo ten inches long and two inches wide. “Here’s where I turn you into a real girl, Dalia.” She stripped off her tunic, exposing her stunning body. Her stepmom handed her a dildo harness.
“Please don’t, Mom!” I cried. The tears stung my lip-filler injection sites. “You don’t need to do this!”
Her smile turned wicked. “Of course I do, baby. It’s payback for what you did to me. Besides, I know that very soon you will come to beg for it, and not just for this toy. Real cock!”
I stared straight ahead in despair, waiting for them to take my anal cherry. That’s when I saw the wall in front of me and the one to my side was mirrored. I was shocked to see just how much mine was now the body of a sexy girl. I’d already been slender with shapely legs, but the big breasts and my new waistline—and my face—made me a sexpot.
I can’t believe my cock is tingling from this!
Dolores was now also naked and so intensely beautiful, looking like an even hotter version of 1960s sex symbol Raquel Welch, with bigger tits and ass. She smiled kindly she stepped up holding a bottle of sex lubricant and coating her finger.
“I specialize in mariconas. What you gringos call ‘sissies.’ I just love turning boys into slutty girls, Dalia.” She softly kissed my lips. “If you relax and give into this, it won’t hurt at all, baby.”
I couldn’t help moaning as she massaged my asshole with a slick digit, especially as she eased her forefinger all the way inside my now-horny butt. My cock got instantly hard. Within a few minutes she’d worked three fingers up into my rectal muscle. It gave me a boner as hard as I ever got and made me whimper like a sex-starved slut.
“Make your voice higher, sexy Dalia,” the Mexican MILF coaxed. “You are now a beautiful, sexy girl. You should sound like one!”
She purposefully grazed and jabbed my prostate, building a deep ache in my groin. My voice got higher as my P-gasm built, and I felt the precum flow down my straining cock shaft. Then it hit like a huge wave. I cried out like a girl in ecstasy.
“Your daughter is ready for you, mija,” the MILF said.
I actually wiggled my butt in anticipation as I felt Mom’s hands cup my ass. I couldn’t help doing it and I wondered why in hell this turned me on so much. Did I have this buried in me? Sure, I sometimes jacked off to shemale porn but always to a fantasy of fucking them. Never—
“Mami will make you a full girl now, Dalia. Try to push it out and it will go right in,” she said and then kissed me.
She was right: the huge dildo slipped right into me. It stung at first and I wanted to beg her to pull it out. Instead, I tried to relax and I breathed into it. Helen fucked me slowly and gently at first, letting me get used to it. I could tell she wanted me to like it, to like being a slut with a dick. She wanted me to like erasing every trace of normal American boy in me.
“Oh, I love that, Mom!” I whined in my new girl voice.
“Call me Mami,” she husked, picking up the speed of her thrusts. “You will learn Spanish quickly for your new life here, mija. That means ‘daughter’ in the informal.”
“Es hora de freír su cerebro,” Dolores chuckled.
Mom laughed. “She said it’s time to fry your brain.”
I wondered what she meant until the exquisite MILF’s lips closed around my leaking cock. Mom battered into me while her mom took me in her throat, sucking me into an explosive orgasm that made me briefly sag in the stocks from erotic exhaustion.
There was a sudden, heavy scent of ass as Mom pulled out of me and put the slippery, fouled dildo in my face. She looked down into my eyes, wondering if she’d have to order me. She didn’t need to. I was her slave now. I gladly opened wide and took it into my mouth.
“Muy bien, mija. Te amo.”
“Very good, daughter,” I purred between licks. “I love you.”
“Muy bien, my sexy girl.”
She pulled the cock away and gave me a deep, penetrating kiss. Her love for me was no act. It both heartened and worried me. I truly had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.
You know damn well what she’s capable of. She’s a Black Widow who killed your father, framed you for it, stole all of his money, and turned you into her own shemale sex slave. She could decide to kill you and nobody would ever know.
Yet still my cock stayed rock hard.
“Now we shall see how much you love me, Dalia. Hold her waist, Mami. It’s time to own her fully.”
I could barely breathe from the excitement when she pulled out the huge jar of Vaseline and began coating her right forearm. I had no idea what my ultimate fate was, but I hoped that as long as I went along with whatever perversion she came up with that she’d keep loving me.
What surprised me was how much I looked forward to pleasing her and surrendering to her every whim. It reminded me of those few times I’d gone skydiving and turned my fate over to the universe.
I cried out with joy as her fist slid deep into my rectal meat. My cock throbbed with pleasure and my heart filled with giddiness from the feeling to total abandon, especially as she fondly caressed my girlish ass with her free hand. I heard them whisper and giggle in Spanish, and I hoped they were planning something nasty.
My wish came true a moment later when Dolores dragged over a low table and climbed atop it. She spread her legs and shoved her spread labia in my face. She ordered me to drink.
As her hot piss filled my mouth and I gulped it down in heady exhalation, I reveled in a freedom I would never have known otherwise. I was now a shemale sex slave, a chick with a dick, owned by two sexy, evil women in a rich villa somewhere deep in Mexico, and I had no idea what would happen to me next.
And I didn’t care!
The above story is one I posted in a BDSM erotica sub and it had no sissy/trans elements until this chapter. Here's the next part:
https://www.reddit.com/transgenderfantasy/comments/1clxtmq/my_loving_mother_climax_forced_transbdsmincest/
If you'd like to read parts 1 and 2 of this story, here is part 1:
https://www.reddit.com/BDSMerotica/comments/1cbt0xmy_loving_mother_dubconm20f32incestanaldegradation/

First off, this is just fantasy, and in fact was written for someone else. If you don't enjoy incest or young sex, please read something else. If you have an idea you'd like to have turned into a story let me know...travisbot@yahoo.com ******************************************************* It was a typical Saturday morning and I was lying in bed with my wife. The sun was starting to come up and I could hear birds chirping outside. I looked over and saw her sleeping peacefully, and I couldn't help but think out the wonderful night of lovemaking we had last night. Reaching under the covers I gave her ass a gentle squeeze, both of us having slept naked as usual. I turned my head as I heard the sound of our 13 year old daughter Emma gently opening our door. She looked at me, seeing my open eyes, Daddy, can I come in the bed with you? I nodded gently as it wasn't unusual for her to join us on a weekend morning. We weren't shy about nudity in our family, and she knew that her Mommy and I normally slept with no clothes on. She would crawl on top of the sheets and cuddle with us until we all got up. I watched Emma walk over in her thin silky pink nightgown and couldn't help but think a little bit about the white cotton panties I knew she was wearing when she went to bed. At 5'2 she was almost as tall as her mother, but was thin as a reed. I looked at her tiny body, still smooth and hairless and just barely beginning to show any signs of womanhood. As she walked up the bed she started to pull the covers back but I stopped her. Honey, Daddy's not wearing any PJs today. It's okay Daddy. I've seen you naked in the shower. Is it okay if I get in? I looked over at my wife. I knew that growing up she was very close with her family. Growing up with parents that were very much hippies I knew that she was way more open about her sexuality with our daughter than most, but I still felt weird about her being in bed with us in just her nighty and panties when we were naked. Please Daddy. Mommy won't mind I know. I looked at those precious little eyes and nodded my head. I did my best to hide my morning erection from her, rolling a little to hide it in the bed. As she climbed into bed I felt my wife roll over. She smiled at Emma and gave her a little wink, Good morning Honey. I looked at them both, wondering what that was about, but knowing that they shared so much it wasn't a surprise that I was left out. As rolled over on my back to give my wife a little kiss, I felt Emma start to crawl up on top of me. I started to stop her, not wanting her to feel my erect cock. My wife leaned over, whispering in my ear, let her baby, it's fine. I still felt a little weird about it, but who was I to argue with these 2 ladies. I looked at my wife, still confused, as I felt Emma's tiny 5'2 and 90lb body lay on top of me. I could feel her warmth against me, my hardness pressed between us. In spite of my attempts at thinking about baseball and my Grandma, feeling her tiny body, with nothing but a thin silky nightgown and little white cotton panties was doing nothing to make my hard on go away. I was worried that Emma, or my wife, was going to be concerned about that. I gasped as Emma squirmed on top of me, her nighty starting to slip up a little bit. I felt my wife snuggle close to us, her body pressed against me as she started whispering in my ear. I couldn't even begin to believe what she was telling me. She told me that when she was just a little younger than Emma she began to explore her sexuality. Her Mother had embraced her young body, taking her into her bed, teaching her about her body, masturbating, how to please each other and a man. Her mother finally encouraging her to have her daddy be her first lover. I turned, looking at my wife...I couldn't believe it...her first lover was her Dad? As my wife continued to tell me this I felt Emma gently rocking her hips on me. As she was rubbing on my now throbbing cock I felt my wife gently assisting in easing her nightgown up. I knew it would only be a few more seconds before there was nothing but her tiny white panties separating her hairless virgin pussy from my rock hard cock. My wife continued to explain that Emma was like she was. At her age there was no stopping her budding sexuality. She was going to experiment, and did we as parents want our child's first sexual experiences to be with some clueless teenager? Someone who might not be gentle and kind, not be a good teacher, to scar her for life? Wasn't it better to have it be safe and with someone trustable who could be a gentle teacher? I couldn't believe what was happening; my sweet 13 year old girl was rubbing her body on me and my wife was trying to convince me that I should be the one to take her virginity? This couldn't be happening. I felt Emma rubbing against me, my wife slipping her nighty up. I felt her hips rubbing against me, but instead of feeling her panties, I felt her tiny bald pussy lips rubbing on my cock. I moaned slightly as her copious pussy juices began coating my cock. I looked over at my wife, I can't do this...I can't take her virginity. Emma rocked her hips and then slid up a little to whisper in my ear, please Daddy. I want you to be the one. I love you, I trust you, I know you will make it special. Mommy told me how good her Daddy was and I want that with you. With that, Emma sat up on me, pressing her tiny slit against my cock and slipped the nightgown over her head. I looked at her thin young body, my cock now throbbing pressed against her little virgin cunt. She looked at my wife who gave her a nod. With that she crawled up my body, straddling my face, pressing her hairless virgin pussy against my mouth. I could smell her sweet aroma, feel the heat of her young pussy. I gently licked her outer lips, spreading them with my tongue. I began to lick her inner labia, noticing how her inner stuck out from her little slit just like her mother. As I twirled my tongue around her clit I heard her moan out, oh yes Daddy. Daddy! DADDY! Just as I was about to press my tongue into her tiny virgin hole I felt my wife pick up her tiny frame and turn her around. She was still sitting on my face, but now facing my cock, giving me the perfect view of her tiny hairless pussy and puckered brown asshole. I began licking her lips again as I felt my wife's mouth on my cock. I moaned into Emma's pussy and I felt my wife begin to lick last night's sex from my cock. I felt Emma lean down and suddenly there were 2 mouths on my cock. Oh Daddy you taste so good. Mommy told me you would. I think you taste even better than Mommy. I gasped as her words sunk in...this isn't the first time they have been together. I pondered this as I spread her ass cheeks, flicking my tongue over her tiny asshole. She pushed back a little, and from her reaction I realized her and Mommy must have talked about that too. I licked her pussy for all it was worth, but 2 mouths on my cock was soon going to be more than I could handle. Girls, please don't stop, I'm going to cum soon. Much to my dismay, before the words were even out of my mouth both of them had stopped. Daddy, don't cum yet. I want you to take my virginity and cum inside me. Please, please! My wife wasn't even waiting for a response, she knew full well I wouldn't be able to resist. Emma crawled down to straddle me again, rubbing her soaking wet pussy on my cock. I moaned, even at 13 she was producing lots of pussy juice just like her Mommy. I couldn't help but wonder if this is exactly how my wife was at 13. The thought made me even hornier. She helped Emma position herself over my cock, taking my cock in her hand and guiding it to Emma's tiny hole. I looked at her hairless pussy lips, just starting to spread as my throbbing mushroom head was pushing them apart. I looked at my wife and child, seeing how much they looked alike. Realizing what a sexy young woman Emma had become. Emma looked at her Mommy who just said, whenever you are ready baby. This is what you wanted. I gasped as I felt her tiny pussy slide down my cock just a tiny bit, the head pushing into her lips, but still not penetrating her. I couldn't believe how tight she was. Even with all that pussy juice it was hard to get inside her. I felt her pressing down harder, both of us moaning as my cock slipped into her tiny tight pussy. I watched as about an inch of my cock entered her, Emma pausing to adjust to my cock inside her. She pulled up just a little until my cock was almost out of her, then slipping down and taking a little more inside her. It was all I could do to stop from thrusting my hips up and forcing my cock in to her tiny tight little hole. I looked up to see my wife watching as her baby got fucked by my swollen cock. She had 2 fingers in her pussy and was furiously masturbating her pussy as she watched. Emma began bobbing up and down now, taking a little more of my cock with each thrust. She had about 2/3rd of my cock inside her and with one hard downward thrust she took my entire cock in her. She moaned as she did so, stopping again to adjust to my size inside her. I just moaned, her pussy was so tight around my throbbing cock I thought I might break her in half. I leaned up to lick Emma's tiny nipples, running my tongue around them, sucking the tiny barely formed nubs into my mouth. She moaned and started to slide up and down a little more on my hard cock, eventually taking me fully inside her with each thrust. I watched, amazed that her wisp thin 90 lb body could possibly take my cock. She was so tiny I thought I would see my cock making her swell as I filled her. She was moaning nonstop now, and my wife came over and started licking her nipples. I couldn't believe how tight she was, and I knew that I couldn't be able to last very long, but I figured she could only take so much of my thick cock in her the first time. As my wife began licking her nipples Emma's moaning increased substantially. I felt her pussy squeezing me tighter, her pussy so tight now it was almost painful. I pulled Emma down on top of me, bringing her mouth to mine I began to gently kiss her. She kisses me back, our tongues poking out just a little bit to touch each other. Emma whispered in my ear, oh thank you Daddy. You feel so good in me. It's so much better than Mommy's dildos. I felt my wife move to the bed behind us and felt her hand begin rubbing my balls. She leaned down and gently spread Emma's ass cheeks, leaning in and rubbing her tongue over Emma's asshole. Emma was moaning into my mouth as we were kissing, bouncing her ass faster now on my cock. I know how much my wife loves eating ass, so I knew that she much be licking and sucking her rosebud, thrusting her tongue into Emma's tight little asshole. I felt Emma's pace increase, and her pussy was pulsating on me. Her tiny bald pussy was so tight and my cock was throbbing inside her. She pulled back from my mouth screaming out YES DADDY, OH, Oh, DAAADDDDY and with that I felt her clamp down on my cock and her tiny 13 yr old pussy began to cum all over me. Please cum in me Daddy. I want to feel your cum in me like Mommy does. Please Daddy! CUM IN ME NOW! That was all I could take and I moaned, gave her one good hard thrust and my hot seed erupted into my daughter's recently virgin pussy. I moaned as squirt after squirt shot in to her hot velvety cunt. I could feel my cum running out of her already, her hole just not big enough to accommodate my cock and a huge load of cum. I felt Emma's tiny pussy squeezing me as I was cumming, and suddenly she let out a scream and her pussy flooded me with juices. It was so much I thought at first she was pissing on me, but then realized it was just a huge squirt. She moaning out, pushing my wife's face away from her asshole and collapsing onto me. Thank you Daddy. That was amazing. I'm so glad you got to be my first. With that she laid her head on my chest and sighed, my softening cock still in her tiny cum filled pussy. My wife laid next to us, smiling at me and nuzzling my neck. I wasn't sure you'd be up to this, but I'm glad that you were. She'll remember this for the rest of her life. I know I sure remembered all the things my parents taught me. I looked at her, still amazed at all I had learned today. My wife gave Emma a little pat and said, Emma darling, it's cleanup time. With that Emma rolled over on her back and my wife squatted he Pussy over Emma's face in a 69. With a familiarity that told me this wasn't their first time they began to lick each other. Emma would rock her hips and squeeze to get as much of my cum out of her so that my wife could lick her clean. Emma did her part licking my wife, sucking her clit in her mouth pulling her hips down to dart her tiny tongue over her puckered asshole. My wife was attacking Emma's tiny pussy when Emma started shaking with yet another orgasm. I could hear her moaning into my wife's pussy. As her orgasm passed she rolled my wife off her, time to clean up Daddy now. They both came over and started licking my half hard cock. Their 2 wonderful tongues on my cock and balls had the blood beginning to return to my partially flaccid member. Emma came up and whispered in my ear, you have to get it hard again Daddy because Mommy needs to get fucked hard. I want to be able to taste your cum in Mommy next. I hope you don't mind if I 69 Mommy while you fuck her doggy style because I really want to learn! It was all I could do to smiled and nod, since at that point most of my blood was in my dick. I just looked at my sweet little Emma as she crawled under her Mommy, and then looked and my fabulous wife with her ass in the air...this promised to be a great few years. Read more

Look, I like eye candy as much as the next Willy Wonka, but literally every single female character in this series of some importance that are not literally children look 100% the same. Huge perky tatas, very athletic but not visibly muscular build, and vacuum sealed clothing that stop just shy of showing the shape of their labia. There's a bit of a same-face syndrome (there's at least some variance there), but the same-body syndrome is off the charts.
This type of build of course is not that different from many other Webtoons, but in this series in particular it has started to bother me so much that I'm thinking of dropping the series entirely. There's no variation at all and kind of feels like the artist is either drawing with only one hand all the time or only knows how to draw a single thing, probably both.

EDIT TO ADD/UPDATE: Wow, I was not expecting such a massive flood of support and questions! I know it typically seems like a taboo thing to talk to cancer parents about, so I'm glad I can bring a perspective to it for you!
I've gotten a lot of messages about GoFundMe/Venmo/CashApp, which I'm shocked by honestly. It was not the intent when I posted in this group, but I'm very thankful for it! The GoFundMe is the only other post on my profile, my cashapp and venmo usernames are the same on the apps, $madisoneh14 , (@)madisoneh14 I’ve also been nominated for SuperMom! https://thesupermom.org/2024/madison-haytas
Bear with me, i'm trying to not make this too wordy! ** A main question is symptoms she had or how we got the diagnosis. In March 2022, she randomly developed an intense fever around 5pm. Became severely lethargic, puking non stop, tylenol/motrin didn't touch the fever at all. I'd sleep in her room, watching her all night. Then by 7am the next morning, she was back to her normal self, no sign of illness or fever. 1 month later, another random fever episode. At this point I'm thinking she either got a 24 hour tummy bug, or ate something that is casuing some severe reaction. I'm very much the kind of person that tries A, B, C, D, E on my own, that way whenever I *do* got to the doctohospital, I can say "I've already done and tried these things...this is the next step."
Between March and September, this random fever episode happned 8 different times. Each time starting around 5pm, then done around 7am the next day. The first week of October hits, and I take her into her pediatrician on the Monday. He tells me to give her miralax, she's probably just constipated. Collect urine within the week and they'll get it sent to a lab. I agreed, but I also said to him before leaving "I've never gotten a fever or thrown up from conspitation. and I've had IBS my whole life." 2 days later on Wednesday, very hard lymph nodes shoe up on the back of my daughters neck and behind her ears. A few days later, on Friday I had a doctor appointment of my own, with my lifelong doctor that delivered me as a baby. I bring my daughter with me, and straight up ask his opinion, and what he'd do if this was his daughter. He looked at me very serious and said, "If this was my daughter, I'd leave here and immediately go to the ER." So that's what I did. Keep in mind, at this point, she hadn't had a fever episode in over 8 days. She was totally normal except for the huge lymph nodes.
We waited in the waiting room for 5 hours. Then they wanted a urine sample from her. I thought it was a good idea, but also requested her blood to be taken as well. The blood sample request kept getting denied, for HOURS. No one felt comfortable doing an IV on a toddler, or they want to wait until a specific nurse to clock in to do it. I was fuming the entire time.
They stuck a U-bag to my daughter, a super sticky plastic bag to catch urine, since she was still in diapers. The U-bag adhesive actually get her a horrible infection, adhesive was sticking her labia and butt together for days after it was removed, and its also when we found out she has an allergy to adhesives. After demanding bloodwork for 4 hours, I made sure multiple nurses were in the room and I said, "Listen, either take her blood, or disharge her so I can take her somewhere where they WILL do bloodwork. Please put it in her chart that I requested this MULTIPLE times since arriving." Magically, someone came in a few minutes later ready to take her blood.
20 minutes later, a nurse came in while on the phone to confirm that my daughter hadn't been sick recently, or come down with some kind of bug in the last 48 hours. I said no. She says, "Your daughters white blood cell counts are elevated. She is being transferred to the childrens hospital. (1 hour away from us) The ambulance will be here soon to take her and 1 of you parents. The other parent will have to follow in their own car." then left the room.
The ambulance didn't show up for another 2 hours, and the entire time I was just thinking, "I could drive her there myself and be there already."
My daughter picks me to ride in the ambulance with her at 2am, her dad stops by our house on his way to the hospital, grabbing a few essential overnight things for our family. We get to the hospital, admitted into a room within a unit. I didn't see signs, as we came in through the ER entrance and I had never been in this hospital in my life. So i genuinely didn't know what unit we were in. My boyfriend(her dad) gets to the hospital about 30 minutes after us, and walks into the room, immediately tells me, "Yeah so I was parking, and had no idea where to go. I saw some nurses on their break and asked them how to get to (unit code), and both nurses immediately panic and rush me here as fast as we could." so that freaked us both out. A few minutes later, an oncologist walks in and asks us what we know about her white blood cell count, which is "it's high", literally the only thing we were told before transferring.
The oncologist says, "A normal person, on a normal day, has a White Blood Cell (WBC) of 5,000-10,000. When they're sick, its between 30,000-60,000. Your daughter is not currently fighting a bug or having a fever....and her WBC is 187,000. We have more tests to run, but from what we know right now, your daughter has Acute Lympblastic Leukemia, a Blood cancer."
He gave us a quick rundown of how the next 2-3 years would look, then said "I'll give you guys some time to absorb, talk, and sleep before I'm back for rounds at 7am. She'll have surgery in 2 days to get her chest port placed, and then administer her first dose of chemo."
he left the room at 5:30 am. Nurse came in at 6. Daughter woke up when rounds started at 7:30am. So not only did all this happen back to back, it happened while completely sleep deprived. **
(That's the main gist of her leading up to diagnosis, and the day of diagnosis....I'll try to answer more questions as the day goes on. I'm glad I posted in here, even if a handful of people are more aware of pediatric cancer and the daunting life of it, I think its a huge step in the right direction.)
Currently, she is doing great most days. Her current chemo schedule is 1 chemo every day, 1 chemo once a week, another chemo once a month. Lots of nausea meds and pecid to help with the puking or stomach pain. But no one would guess she has cancer unless we mention it. She assumes every kid has cancer before kindergarden, so that's been kind of tricky to communicate to her. She typically has a lot of energy, is learning at the correct pace, and is VERY feisty, hardheaded, smart, sweet, and loving. The cancer hasn't taken away her spark.
Diagnosed 2 months before her 3rd birthday. She’s currently 4. Long treatment plan. People ask me a ton of questions in general about it. AMA

My vagina has been through way too much in the past year... Here's the rundown:

• April 2023: I got a yeast infection while on exchange in Singapore. I got prescribed a vaginal pessary and cream to help clear it up. The yeast went away but I was still itchy in the area below my clit in my inner labia (my meat flaps, to be more crass) so I kept putting the cream in there.
• July 2023: I go to an OB/GYN for my annual and get tested again and I come back positive for chlamydia. Cool! I get prescribed azithromycin and my new boyfriend gets prescribed a dose too.
• August 2023: I go to my primary care to get retested because things still don't feel right. Boom. I test positive for ureaplasma from my urine test this time. Get put on 7 days of doxycycline.
• October 2023: I get retested because things still don't feel right, but it all comes back negative.
• April 2024: I finally go see a different OB/GYN because the previous one almost gave me a panic attack from how mean she was. This entire time since last year, I still feel itching between my inner labia below my clit that feels like stuff is crawling in there (similar to my yeast infection) and I get weird, clear discharge that looks like globs of jelly coming from what seems to be between my inner labia, not my vagina. However, my urine test yields no results and my swab comes back positive for BV so she prescribes me 7 days of metronidazole.

TODAY: I took my last dose of metronidazole yesterday, and it feels like nothing has changed. If anything, the itching has moved to the front of my vulva where my pubes reach my clit too. I got a HUGE glob of the clear jelly discharge from between my labia (near my urethra??) earlier today too. I genuinely don't know what's wrong or what to do. I bought some boric acid and probiotic suppositories that I'm considering trying, but it feels like the problem isn't within my actual vagina, but closer to the front below my clit. I called my OBGYN's office and she will hopefully get back to me tomorrow, but I want to see if anyone has any insight or is going through something similar. TYIA!!

It was a party for her, not sure for what. And there was a huge poster of her naked and bent over smiling with her head between her legs. In my dream I thought “wow she really has her labia out here in front of all these people” and Bethany said she was nervous to reveal the poster. There were Coors lights in the pool in floating coolers. Bethany was really nice in the dream and we were friends. Why did my brain do this?? 😫😂