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it's crazy that sexism can even affect animals. the way people assume all dogs are boys. the simultaneous way people will get genuinely really mad if you dare mistake their pretty princess for a boy despite the fact all german shepherds look the same. the refusal to buy pink toys and accessories for male pets. i recently met someone who insisted they never adopt girl cats because they're always meaner than boy cats. i feel like im losing my mind. they're literally cats.

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crazy bdsm vibes from this roller coaster shirt

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Wartortle Day TF

A long lick drags over my head, stirring me from sleep with a giggle and a meow. "g'morning master..."

"Good morning, pet." Princess Bay gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Today is a very important day."

"Hm? What day is it?"

"It's Wartortle Day!" He gives me another lick up my cheek, making me giggle.

"That's awesome! How can I help you celebrate, princess?"

"I'm glad you asked. I have something special in mind for you, my little cutie~" He takes my arm and liiicks along it... and my fur starts to vanish, leaving behind blue skin.

I raise a claw to my cheek, feeling a familiar smooth texture. "Whoa... You're turning me into a 'tortle!?"

He nods, giving my chest a lick, a kiss, another lick, spreading the smooth blue across my body.

"It's just skin... Am I going to grow a shell?"

"Nah. The only thing a slavepet wears is a collar~"

I blush and purr, feeling happy and subby!

Bay shifts me around on the bed, getting his tongue all over me; my arms, my legs, my hands, my feet (heehee, it tickled!), and he made sure to really tease my butt and null crotch! My fuzzy slender limbs shrink in length and grow in width, my shiny new skin matching my master's~

He grabs my tailfeathers together in a bunch and gives them a lick, and they start to fuse together into a longer, swirling shape. But my gaze is pulled away when he locks lips with me, shoving his tongue into my mouth to lick all over the inside. I can feel my face shifting as I stare into his eyes.

When he finally pulls away, I'm left dazed and purring. He carries me to a mirror, and as I shake off the bliss, I look over my new... body? I raise a hand to my head, where my ears are completely gone. My tail isn't fluffy, but fleshy. I'm not a wartortle... "I'm a squirtle?"

"Of course. It takes strength to evolve into a wartortle. And you don't have any of that, do you little toy~?"

I smile and nuzzle my smooth cheek against my owner's. "Meow~" I say, literally saying the word 'meow' because I no longer have the vocal cords to properly meow. "Thank you master, I'm glad I can enjoy this day with you!"

Bay pats me on the head. "Mhm. I love you, pet."

"I love you too."

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plushy tf artfight attack for @aquaticnebulae

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this was actually a piece i had already remade before too lol

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one last silly thing for vore day :P

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Happy 8/8! Get Eated

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Happy holidays to all who celebrate

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Imp Anal Vore Willing Reformation, 2k Words

It's always a blast when the Deadly Sins Troupe puts on a big show like this. The smaller performances are nice, but I can never get enough of the sheer spectacle of the main event. Such a shameless display of indulgence and debauchery, performing acts of sin and pleasure that would be physically impossible without hefty amounts of budget, magic, and professional training.

Masochists getting minced to bits, bondage with 4D ropes, and a literal sloth demon getting pumped to ten times their size full of chocolate sauce! But that last part was just the leadup to the part I'm most excited for: Garrik the Gluttonous's main act.

The shortstack imp hops up onto their coworker's supersized gut, waving and grinning to the audience. They strut over to the sloth demon's head, fat ass jiggling behind them, and open their mouth wide, wider... wider... bigger than their own head! They grab the sloth demon's smiling face and shove it inside, exaggerated eating noises filling the circus tent!

Garrik goes further, leaning their plump imp body down with the flexibility of an acrobat. They slurp and gobble down their prey's neck, mouth somehow stretching yet wider to bend around the obscene girth of the inflated demon, each gulp filling the little imp bigger, bigger, impossibly so...

Garrik's mouth doesn't stop stretching; as they walk backward across the prey's massive form, their maw follows, cheeks bulging, taking the whole thing without the slightest gag. Further, further, all the way to the widest part of the belly, finally slowing down as Garrik struggles to fit it all in... and makes it!

The rest of their meal is shoved in easily, and when they finally have the whole, truck-sized demon packed in their cheeks, they stand tall, waving to the audience as they hold up an immense amount of weight. Then, a supersonic *GUUUUULP!!!* echos through the tent, and the comical bulge squeezes through Garrik's throat and into their gut!

There's more show besides that, but I'm not paying any attention to that. My eyes are fixed on the overstuffed imp, watching as their belly sloooowly shrinks, weight shifting, their rump getting yet more plump. Their performance never drops, sighing with delight as they pat their belly, their grin only interrupted by occasional deep burps. And I swear that, when their gaze travelled across the crowd, they saw me staring and winked right at me...

-

What a show! It's always worth every penny, seeing those demons breaking the laws of physics for our entertainment. Garrik's acts never get old. I'm caught in my fantasies, reliving every second of how they turned that demon into ass fat, when I finally notice someone shouting.

"... 3460! Number 3460, anyone?"

It's the raffle. I'm used to hearing it, to listening for the lucky numbers. And for the first time...

I rush over, waving my ticket in the air! "Me, that's me!"

The staff member takes my ticket. "... Well, it's your lucky day! So, which member would you like to meet backstage?"

I blurt out my answer without a second of hesitation.

-

The wait had felt like an eternity. Every second I was wishing I could just be there already. But now, standing in front of his door, I... I raise my hand to knock...

...

... I'm right there. And he's right on the other side of this door. All I have to do is knock, and... and-

The door opens, and I jump!

Garrik the Gluttonous looks up at me with a smirk. "There you are. You're the raffle winner, right? Was wondering when you'd get here."

"... Uh. Y-yes..."

"Well, come on, what are you waiting for?" He grabs my hand and walks into his room, dragging me inside. I should really be taking this chance to look around, get to see the room of my all-time favorite performer, but I can't tear my eyes away from his fat, bouncing ass, bared for all the world to see. Well, it's usually bare; the only times he wears clothes during a performance is when he bursts them with his growth, and up close like this I can see why. Does he even HAVE underwear that could fit all that rump? Those meaty cheeks are just too-

"Enjoying the eye candy~?"

"AHH! Uh! I- Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Hah, chill out fanboy, I wouldn't be a performer if I didn't like to show off the goods." Garrik gives his rear a smack to jiggle it. "And lucky you! You get to be all up close and personal with me~ Well? Wanna gush about all your favorite things about me~?"

My eyes flick between his face and his booty. "Uuuh, Iuh, fffah hhabaa-"

"Of course not, what am I, a pride demon? Nah. Any fan of mine..." He turns and steps right in front of me, staring straight up into my eyes. "... would rather just get shoved right down my gullet~"

"WHAT!?!?"

"HAH-ha-ha-ha-ha! Relax, relax, I'm already full. You're a nervous one, eh? Those types are fun. Real easy to tease, but freak out a little too early."

"Oh, uh. Um... sorry?"

"Nothin' to apologize for, bud, just having some fun. Besides, I know most of my fans are more of the watching type."

"Oh. Oh yeah, that makes sense..."

"Yup. I'm a performer after all. Anyway let's get to the point, what were you wanting? Any questions to ask me, anything you want to chat about..?"

Demons really are magic. Because the moment he asked what I wanted, my mind became a void of absolute clarity and I achieved nirvana.

"... Yeah that's normal." Garrik walks over to a small pantry (or maybe just a normal pantry for his size) and pulls out some bags of chips. "Snack?"

Things go more smoothly from there. Munching on chips calms my nerves as I listen to Garrik ramble about his work; what he likes and doesn't about it, fun facts about the magic used, some funny stories from practice sessions. It's all fascinating to hear. I manage to chime in about my favorite performances of his and how they... interested me. He takes the chance to tease me about it, but only because I made it clear that I'm into that.

Overall, it a great and very normal meeting with my favorite performer. It was everything I hoped for. Well, everything REASONABLE I hoped for.

"Alright, your time's just about up. Before I kick you out, I wanted to say... I got the sense that you're not just the watching type."

What. I... blink at him, no clue how to respond. Is he..?

"Well, let me ask something else... You got any plans for the next week or so~?"

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit he- I- he'll-

"Not interested, huh? That's normal. Was offering just in case. Anyway, time's up, door's that way-"

"WAIT!"

Garrik's face slowly shifts into a wide, toothy grin.

"... You... You mean... a week... in... as your......"

"Theeeere we go~ Knew you were the type desperate to be padding on my hips~ So, you got any plans?" I do, in fact, have plans. "Because I can reform you early if-"

"No, no a full week, please!"

"Heh heh, you got it, fanboy~ I'd grab you by the shoulders and shove you down my throat right now, but is there... somewhere else you'd rather dive in~?"

Oh my god. I open my mouth, and a pathetic noise comes out. Instead I just nod my head.

Garrik very deliberately puts his hands on his hips. "On your hands and knees for me, snack~"

I slowly fall to my knees, finally reaching eye-level with the imp. I drop to all fours and look up at his smiling face.

Garrik looks down at me and strokes a hand across my cheek. "You look good like that~" Then he turns, standing ass-to-face with me, those heavy cheeks each bigger than my head. He presses a hand into one, sinking into the fat. "Take a good look. This is what you're gonna become, and I want it to be the last thing you see~"

I pant for breath, barely able to hold myself up, staring into the meaty round mounds that will be my new home. It's mesmerizing, the way the endless fat just swallows up his hand... so much so that I don't even notice as his tail pulls me closer. When my face ends up pressed against his rump, I just moan and rub my cheek agains his. I lean in deeper, sinking into him, into his gorgeous imp ass, until he guides me toward the center, sliding my face right between the thick cheeks and squishing me into bliss. I lean closer, further, deeper, tighter...

Until, with a firm push from his hand, I slip inside.

Two moans reach my ears through the muffling walls of Garrik's intestines, one weak and desperate, the other powerfully rumbling throughout his body. The tunnel of flesh pulls me deeper, dragging more of my body between his gluttenous butt. My shoulders get stuck, but one more shove from outside, and the tunnel stretches to take them in.

From there, Garrik's corrupted body takes its course. Each undulation drags me deeper, pulls more of me into the ruthless warmth of his insides. My arms are pinned helplessly. My hips are devoured by his own. My legs are squished together until I can only wiggle them. When the feeling of fresh air disappears from my feet, another rumbling moan shakes the body. I respond with a wimpy one of my own; I'm well and truly his meal now.

Garrik's tight, powerful intestines carry my limp body through winding twists and turns, deeper and deeper and deeper. The pressure is intense; watching Garrik perform, his body seemed to stretch so easily even with a meal ten times his size. I'm barely twice his size, but the overwhelming force surrounding me is more than enough to make moving at all impossible. Only the softness of his flesh stops it from being painful.

At long last, the tightness lessens; my head moves from a tiny tunnel to a small chamber, and the rest of me is soon crammed in. Curled up in Garrik's stomach, I can barely wiggle to express my glee; I'm so close! So close to being made into fat on his ass!

"Heh heh, excited in there? Good, I love an eager meal~" Garrik's hand rubs me from outside, and I moan at his touch. "I'm not really an endo guy, so I'll give you two options: I can either digest you fast, or extra fast. Thrash for me if you want it extra fast~"

I thrash and thrash and thrash and push and kick and wiggle and moan!

"HAH, yeah, that's it! Be a good little butt-snack and keep that up as long as you can!"

I push hard, stretching Garrik's belly out as far as I can! But it doesn't last long; a different kind of warmth covers my body, then I start to go numb. My fingers, hands, arms, legs. In total, I thrashed for about 20 seconds before my entire body went numb.

But then I start to feel something again. A subtle shifting. A distant squishing. Like I'm being pushed around. The sensations get more clear. Warmth. Softness. Weight. I feel heavy, like I'M the one who just ate a big meal.

The shifting slows to a stop... And a laugh rumbles through me.

"You look great on me, ass-fat!"

Something presses againt me, sinking deep into me. It grabs and squeezes me, shoves me around, then pulls away for a moment before giving me a smack, sending me bouncing.

I'm his fat. Pudge on his plump posterior. Just a part of his gorgeous, curvy body. Utterly immobile, just jiggling around with the rest of his rear.

This is going to be the best week ever.

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wiggly puppy

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get in coils

One of the sketch commissions I got during a donation stream to raise money to fix my tablet last year. The commissioner wanted Melyssa, my lamia pony OC mimicking a meme where a girl is like “You okay man? Boobs? Wanna touch boobs?” Except with her coils :3

https://linktr.ee/FluffyXai For all my sites!

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Tip: Hold Doll to refill your Mood Meter (and make it feel useful).

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Being collared and having my collar tugged feels really good, actually. Highly recommend for therapeutic purposes and for your own mental wellbeing

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put a collar on her. put a collar on her to make her feel safe. put a collar in her to claim her. put a collar on her to make her feel loved. put a collar on her so everyone else knows shes taken. put a collar on her to calm her down. put a collar on her to remind her who her owner is. put a collar on her.

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You tug at your collar as you hear the door crack open. It's invisible, they said. To everyone but you. You can't even see it in the mirror. He won't see. It'll be fine. It'll be FINE!

"Hey man, I'm back," your roommate calls. "How'd your magic shopping trip go?"

You force yourself to step into view, and ask if... he sees anything different about you.

"Um... Other than you acting nervous, no. I'm gussing whatever it was didn't work then?"

Oh thank goodness! You let out a sigh of relief.

"Dang, sorry about that. Hope you can get a refund. Oh, could you help me with the groceries? I got a big box of them."

You follow him outside, letting your thoughts wander as you help him lift the box. A collar, a full-time collar! You've always wanted one, and this one is perfect for shy pups like you. You're already feeling like a pet, doing as you're told and helping out like this, teehee!

Finally, you set the box down in the kitchen. "Phew," your roommate says, "thanks for that. Good boy."

You grin, saying it was no probl- Wait what'd he say?

"Uh... I said thanks?"

... Oh. Right, sorry, you must've misheard him.

"No worries, pup." He pats you on the head.

HE PATS YOU ON THE HEAD.

"Well, I'm free for the rest of the day. Wanna play some smash bros?"

... Yeah. Yeah, of course.

(and maybe he'd be up for some other games later...)

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Vote here!: https://strawpoll.com/jVyG2vo7zZ7 GASP! The rival has appeared! That smug, rich bunny twink. It's like he knew you'd spent all day training and treating! He must be destroyed, once and for all. The only question is, do you take him out now, or do you wait for the official battle...

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Plush cat!

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