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Imagine encountering a fertility goddess and they look at your tits with pity, they're so small! Mere moral does not believe she is a goddess and she goes bet. Your breasts start to rapidly grow and milk starts spurting out of it. The goddess is drinking from your tits and says you'll be such a lovely milk fountain for her and her followers.

Just about every tradition of folklore contains stories with a moral of "don't test the gods." When dealing with power beyond your own, trying to make those powers prove their strength is how you end up in a world of hurt.

Well, I made that mistake. But in my defense, I didn't know I was dealing with a fertility goddess.

When I first encountered her, I just thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Bountiful black curls for hair, tanned olive skin, eyes that shone like liquid gold, and a smile that could thaw the coldest heart.

And that's to say nothing of her body. Her breasts were enormous, large enough to reach down to her belly button, but impossibly perky, round and soft, each one a little bit larger than a beach ball. Her sweater was pushed to the limit, and she didn't appear to be wearing a bra, with wine-cork nipples proudly denting the fabric. Down below, thighs like tree trunks supported hips that would surely brush the sides of most doors, her jeans valiantly struggling to contain an ass that rivalled her chest in sheer volume.

Needless to say, seeing a woman like that in real life was enough to render me speechless. In retrospect, I should've known divinity when I saw it. But hey, I was more than a little distracted. Distracted enough that I barely noticed her approaching me.

"Like what you see, sweetie?"

I looked up, startled and beet-red. She was standing in front of me, she had noticed me staring, and fuck, even her voice was beautiful, and... it took me a second to register that she was talking to me.

"Uh, I'm s-sorry, miss," I replied, trying (and failing) to tear my eyes away from her voluptuous figure. "You're just, uh, very, very b-beautiful, s-so I..."

She giggled, and my face grew redder. "Aww, that's so sweet!" she said, clasping her hands together as if she'd just seen a tiny puppy... an act that only further drew attention to her chest, as her elbows rested on top of it. I could feel my dick straining against my panties, and it took everything in my power to not fling myself into her cleavage right there.

"Don't you worry," she chimed, that beautiful smile shining into me like a ray of light. "I know it's hard to look away from a goddess. And I know it must be hard, loving women with breasts so much larger than your own."

That one stung. I looked down in embarrassment, not even questioning how she might know my interests. My own tits felt practically non-existent next to these glorious mounds.

"But," she continued, a hint of mischief creeping into her tone, "I can fix that. Just so long as you worship me."

That caught my attention. And made me incredibly confused.

I looked back up, meeting her gaze. "A... goddess?"

She grinned, her face seeming to sparkle with confidence... though in retrospect, that was probably just literal sparkling. "Yes. Worship me, and I'll answer your prayers."

Now, should I have taken her up on that offer? Yes, absolutely. Hell, I was tempted to right then and there. But I wasn't sure... and that remark about the size of my tits hurt. So I made a very foolish decision.

"P-prove it," I stuttered.

She raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Prove it!" I replied, a bit louder than I meant. "You say that you're some kind of goddess? Prove it to me!"

There was a moment of quiet so thick you could slice it. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them, fearing I stepped out of line.

Then, she laughed. A laugh like ringing bells, a laugh that reverberated through my skull and made me weak at the knees.

"Done."

And that's when I started growing.

My whole body flushed with heat, and I staggered back. I could feel pressure building, sweat beading onto my skin, and to cap it all off, I was absolutely poleaxed by arousal. It took all of my mental faculties to stay on my feet, let alone process what the hell was going on.

Then, like a balloon being filled from a hose, my breasts started to grow. Slowly at first, pushing forward and straining my bra, they swelled. My eyes grew wide in shock, and I gently brought my hands up to hold them, to know that I wasn’t hallucinating… only for a bolt of pleasure to rip through me the second my fingers brushed over my nipples. Crying out, I stumbled to the ground, watching my previously modest breasts explode into veritable tits. In just over a minute, I’d gone from C-cups to… hell, how far down the alphabet? F, G, H?

I could hear my bra straining as my breasts overwhelmed it, but another sound caught my attention: the woman was laughing. She was surrounded by a halo of golden light, her eyes glowing the same colour. “You’re lucky,” she stated, her voice heavy with the absolute force of divine will. “I’m fond of mortals who desire fertility. I know you love enormous breasts, that you want them for yourself. I know you want size, vigour, and pleasure. And I shall grant your wish. You shall be a living shrine of my benevolence. Now… grow.”

With a mighty shrrrip, my shirt tore open, and my bra with it. My breasts were huge, bigger than most porn stars, and they were still growing. It was around this same time that I dimly realized my breasts weren’t the only things swelling; my pants were clinging on for dear life as my ass, hips, and thighs grew thicker. As I looked down at myself, growing bigger and softer by the second, my cock felt harder than it ever had been in my life. No… no, that wasn’t it. It was like I just kept getting hard, then somehow harder. It was only when I saw a shockingly large bulge pushing further down my leg that I realized that my dick was growing, too.

Then, my nipples started leaking milk.

Dizzy with sensation, I barely recognized what was happening at first, especially given all of the forces competing for my attention. But then, the goddess was in front of me, a smirk of cool command on her face, framed in dazzling gold. She leaned forward, and she locked her lips around my nipple.

It was like a flashbang went off, a spike of pleasure through the skull, and I came. My swollen cock, thicker than my wrist and about a foot long by this point, broke free of my pants as I orgasmed, splattering what had to be at least a litre of cum on the ground in front of me. But I wasn’t doing any of the measurements; I wasn’t even thinking, just feeling as I came harder than I ever dreamed possible.

And the goddess just kept suckling, drinking milk from my swelling breasts. The flow of milk grew from a trickle to a torrent, and… well, quite frankly, I lost my mind.

Losing myself to sensation, I could feel myself cum over and over again, swelling on every side, feeling myself being remoulded to the will of the goddess drinking from my nipples.

Bigger…

Bigger…

BIGGER…

…

I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but I was awakened by the feeling of hands touching me all across my body. They were gentle touches, but every brush of skin on skin made me shiver.

What I was feeling were the hands of the goddess’ worshippers, anointing the body of their goddess’ newest miracle. The goddess had remoulded my body into a living fountain of fertility, and that required proportions that dwarfed even the goddess’ mortal form.

I was laying atop breasts whose diameter exceeded my own height, impossibly vast and heavy. Milk poured from nipples the size of wine bottles, emptying into bronze vessels. Thighs thicker than my own torso and an ass the size of a couch capped my backside. A hammock-like sling held up an absolutely enormous cock, larger than either of my legs had been before this change; cum poured out like a fountain, collected alongside the milk.

Fear not, the goddess’ voice echoed in my head. You shall be a testament to my will, to fertility and power. Your milk and seed shall be objects of ritual. And your transformed flesh, shaped to my will, shall remain forever beautiful, an image of my glory.

One touch sends me over the edge, and I shudder, a larger burst of cum shooting from my hugely oversized cock. I look up, only barely conscious, and I shakily smile.

Hallelujah, I thought, before passing out once more.

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people really do treat any and all sexuality that isn't cis men going "i want to fuck pussy and tits" as a joke tho

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If elected president, I will begin compulsory hucowification of the Moonited States of Amooricow.

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WRITING COMMS OPEN! 0/9000 WORDS TAKEN

YOUR GIRL NEEDS CASH! YOU NEED WRITING! LET'S MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN!

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So hey! I have both an Ao3 account and a Bluesky account! Go and follow me over there!

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I 💖🖤 the interplay of body/existential horror and sexuality . incase that wasn’t extremely obvious

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Do u write for popular/niche fandoms or do u strictly write original content?

I would gladly write for fandom stuff lol. I just generally write original stuff because it’s an easy mode for me, and it seems like what a lot of people request. I’ve actually been considering opening commissions, so if you want to work something out and have a guarantee I’ll give you what you want, you can always hop in my DMs and maybe we can work something out…

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Okay, hear me out.

A completely nullifying chastity belt, creating perfectly smooth nulges.

However, there's some monkey paw bullshit magic on the belt that makes your girlcock bigger the longer you wear it.

At first, it's barely noticable, maybe an extra inch, nothing that can't be chalked up to the extreme horniness that comes from finally freeing your girlcock after being nullified for a bit.

But then you wear the belt for a whole day, just to be a little daring, only to be significantly bigger at the end of the day, not to mention extremely sensitive and extremely backed up, your next orgasm putting out more cum than you'd usually let out in a month.

The belt never loses effectiveness, no matter how big you get, but there is something strangely thrilling about taking it off, not knowing exactly how huge you'll be when your girlcock finally flops out, but knowing that it'll definitely be bigger.

Oh I love that… I’d totally force a girl to wear it through all of No Nut November…

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I’m not a furry myself, but I also have an appreciation for the artistry and philosophy of emotional context that goes into the creation of smut and kink content. I think I’ve personally tried to bring a similar set of ideas to inflation / expansion / other kinks I have.

I think a lot of it ultimately ties back to some ideas I have of the aesthetics and power dynamics of kink. While inflation and expansion and transformation are obviously impossible on the scales we present in smut* the emotional and aesthetic and power dynamics of it are fundamentally long-run and tie closely to other kinks. Some of these are obvious - exposure and embarrassing nudity, people getting stuck in compromising positions, smothering, et cetera - but others are more subtle, with shades of dom / sub dynamics, hypnosis, and other kinks shining as add ons or alterations to the layer of expansion and other such kinks. All of these aren’t just sexually intense, but also emotionally intensive if handled in a verisimilitudinous fashion, and I feel some obligations to that emotional intensity even if most of my work also exists in a “Pornotopia,” a fictional space mostly determined by and devoted to sexual fantasy.

A lot of our culture has a huge chasm between “art that tastefully handles nudity and eroticism” and “porn that must be walled off and is unworthy of serious analysis,” and I think two of the best art fields at exploring that zone are rap and furry art

The arc of Danny Brown’s XXX demands that all the nasty shit in Act 1 be completely sincere; in order to land the theses about the structural failures of Detroit, there can be no ironic detachment from “fuckin’ all your mothers with two rubbers, I do fuck her”

I slid into furry culture largely because they’re vastly more likely to put emotional context in their porn comics, even if it’s goofy or flimsy; Braeburned’s 609 is a masterpiece of funny, charming, cute, and genuinely really hot erotica! I love the culture of making and sharing porn as a casual social bond! I love the Petri dish of the weirdest goddamn kinks I’ve ever seen, rendered in masterful painterly style!

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Society if there was more trans woman focused cock expansion content:

Gggh. I wish there was more good transfem focused… everything basically, but particularly niche kink smut. There are a long list of kinks I have which I love but not much of the content around them is focused on trans women and how we might interact with the kink. Which is a shame. My personal favorites being body / body part swapping, portal stuff and probably a lot of others I can’t think of right now. Oh, and nulges! Why is all the nulge content I find mostly on mascs? This is like, a fetish custom made for trans girls who are also into chastity. Why is there not more of it for us…

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Gggh. I wish there was more good transfem focused… everything basically, but particularly niche kink smut. There are a long list of kinks I have which I love but not much of the content around them is focused on trans women and how we might interact with the kink. Which is a shame. My personal favorites being body / body part swapping, portal stuff and probably a lot of others I can’t think of right now. Oh, and nulges! Why is all the nulge content I find mostly on mascs? This is like, a fetish custom made for trans girls who are also into chastity. Why is there not more of it for us…

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nurse! get this patient a girl who cums in a way that probably violates the conservation of mass

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"make me IRRESISTABLE to gays"

(instantly gains 70 pounds)