#I always have to use a toy

[ftm2bbw]

Like millions of dairy lovers around the world, you started developing lactose intolerance later in life. Yours, however, was a special case. Unlike other cases where the enzymes that digest lactose start to break down, yours became supercharged, metabolizing dairy to an unprecedented degree. You were blissfully unaware of all this, because today would be the first day you would feel it. By the time you ordered the extra-thick dairy-bomb strawberry milkshake from your local all-night late-night diner, it was already too late.

You piled into your booth, your oversized thighs and ass creaking into the vinyl bench. You admired the frosted concoction in front of you: a full 32oz of bliss; strawberry ice cream blended with heavy cream and topped with a chocolate drizzle. Taking in every ounce of creamy, sugary goodness, you sucked down your shake in a matter of minutes. You lean back into your booth, satisfied with your calorie explosion, when you suddenly feel a full-body warmth.

Your stomach briefly rumbles and stops just as suddenly. You're getting warmer. Much warmer. Every nerve is activated as you're suddenly aware of how your clothes fit on you. Your denim jeans seem to tighten around your hips, creaking and stretching with the pressure. Your shirt appears to rise as more and more of your belly is exposed and it pours over your waist. Most potently, you feel it in your chest as the binder under your shirt starts straining, pulling its already taut spandex to its limit. Damp spots form as your milk leaks through your saucer-sized nipples. The horror that first comes over you is suddenly washed away in a sea of ecstasy, you bite your now fuller lips as you try to stifle a moan.

The pleasure is overwhelming. You try to hold back the urge but you start rubbing yourself through the fabric of your crotch, your rational mind screaming at you that you're in public. You keep growing in the meantime. The stitching on your jeans pulls and tears, holes in the sides of your thighs exposing blossoming flesh. Your shirt rides higher against your belly as it rises like sourdough, your belly meeting the cold edge of the table and warping around it. The buttons on your shirt burst out, exposing the now shear fabric of your binder as it struggles to hold back your newly mammoth tits. The milk begins to streaming more furiously and cascades down onto the table in front of you in a waterfall. You scream in pleasure as every scrap of clothing finally gives way, exposing yourself, naked to the elements.

As the initial waves subside and you gain a clearer head, you stand up to take in just how much larger you've become. Your ass is like twin yoga balls, thighs like a smooth tree trunk. Your belly juts out a full metre from you, taut and plump, as if you had a full litter inside you. Most impressively, were your breasts; fully inflated with milk and fat, they rested delicately on top of your massive stomach, like oak barrels full of wine. They were so large you could barely see over top of them, and try as you might to reach your nipples to milk yourself, they were just out of arm's reach.

There was no way you could hide this. There aren't any clothes that could cover all of this, let alone a binder strong enough to compress breasts this size. And oh god, the milk. This isn't becoming of a man, they're all gonna think I'm some big-titty slut. You turned around, expecting shock and horror from the commotion you had just made. Instead, you were greeted with enraptured and hungry faces, staring at your own personal fountain — one that you had no hope of draining on your own. You invite them in to help you out. Men and women pawing at your enormous barrel chest, greedily suckling at your udders and leaving creamy puddles on the ground. Horribly aroused, you dig your fingers deep in your vagina and rub yourself.

Struggling through the encroaching orgasms, you turn to the waitresses and ask for another shake.

~🍨

At that size, I doubt I'd be able to reach between my legs at all. I'd be utterly helpless, throbbing and aching as greedy lips and groping hands explore my tits. Panting and squirming as my udders are drained, torrents of my sweet milk overflowing hungry mouths as I shudder through nipple orgasm after nipple orgasm. Every inch of my massive body jiggling and bouncing as my mind is obliterated by pleasure.

Still needing more despite myself, despite how embarrassed and humiliated I am in the back of my brain. So much more...

[gabe-lovebot]

councilor 3D model

i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him

[link]

please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)

currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[angelpuns]

Something funny about Liony in Kid Leo is that Leo knows he's not real but still talks to him on the off chance that he IS secretly real and might come to life and also because he's seen Raph talk to his stuffed animals like they're real (moreso when they were kiddos obviously) so part of that is just trying to be like Raph.

[sinnbaddie]

Kakagai week day 3: Collectables

(Kakashi loves a collection🔞)

NSFW under cut

[sidesteppostinghours]

ok. question.

ortega ended up hallucinating sidestep after they "died", but sidestep doesnt know about that. they know it got bad, but never the full extent of how their death affected them. so if your sidestep Did learn, if they found out ortega looked for them in every little piece they could, would that change anything for your sidesteps? would their relationship with ortega be any different?

[weatheredcopper]

growing up with a twin brother is so interesting bc you really become aware of gender and the ways people treat you differently because of it very early. like my mom always says "oh i didnt raise you two with gender roles i let you decide for yourselves" but. actually ellen thats not true. you dressed me up as tinkerbell and him as peter pan. he got boy legos and i got girl legos. maybe you didnt mean to raise us with strict gender roles but unfortunately we cannot escape it

[beastking-golion]

The lost light visited lots of different dimensions including: the one I made specifically for meeeeee :3

[allmyandroids]

needed to gif this scene because how Lee Woods jumped onto that guy with the best smirk ever was so hot, he should do it more often tbh

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[front-facing-pokemon]

[puppyeared]

what if i snapped and made an oc carrd

[boyswanna-be-her]

The dog I've been sitting for in the haunted house is the most neurotic dog I've dealt with, which is really saying something. She's not bad but she IS completely bonkers. And she's not a rescue! Same owners her whole life. How do people fuck up an animal's brain this hard?

The only thing I've seen even close was a rescue dog adopted during covid lockdown who then didn't understand what other dogs are and had crazy separation anxiety.

[satsuha]

i got so angry about the AB remaster i drew this

[sysig]

Some scribbles :) (Patreon)

[goodpvppy]

yearning for soft but desperate touches tonight boys