#straight butt

[kanakori]

yearning

[akirakensworld]

Can I sit on your face?😌🥵

Reblog and dm

[demonicsuffrage]

Dc is killing it by these new characterisations!!! And by it. I mean me. They're killing me

[piri-ooch]

“Everyone looks awful from underneath”: or, how Lucifer’s plan to see ugly Alastor backfired.

I can’t tell if I did the ‘pretty’ faces justice, but I sure did for the ‘ugly-as-sin’ faces 😂 they were fun to draw

[mikeluciraphgabe]

SamBucky but it’s just Sam making all of these references that don’t fucking exist and Bucky going “that doesn’t seem real but I don’t know enough about today to argue”

[egophiliac]

I have a question about the jp server pickups, since I really want knight Sebek, but I’m trying to save gems for bloom malleus + the 3rd tsum event that’s gonna show up sooner or later. Iirc, after knight Sebek, the next story update’s pickup had all of the previous story cards (ie cerberus Ortho, general Lilia, and knight Sebek). Is this true, and if it is, did it include a token system like the dorm pickups where you can just do 100 pulls and then buy the specific card you want directly? Because if that is how it works, then I can wait until then and be sure I won’t have to go to 200 for him.

we did indeed get a second chance at those three when 7-7 came out! I'm pretty sure there was not a token system -- though admittedly I don't 100% remember, sorry! 🙇 I took a quick search through some past posts/videos from people who tend to include the gacha and news stuff, but I didn't see any mention of it, so I'm inclined to think there really wasn't one. :( they were all separate pickups with their own pull counts rather than a combined one, if that info helps at all.

speaking as a strict f2p who hoards keys/gems like the lovechild of a dragon and a magpie, given the choice between saving for a story card and a birthday card, I'd go for story -- it does require a lot of patience, but there are way more opportunities to get past birthday cards, both from the anniversary events and the rerun pickups! tsums is a bit harder to say anything on because Eng doesn't follow the same event schedule, but it's a longish event and those pickups let you have a free 10-roll, so I think they're also a bit easier to save up for.

(ALSO speaking of free rolls, starting with the fifth round of birthdays -- the kutsurogi my room ones -- the birthday boy/union jacket/bloom cards have had a separate pickup that you can get two free 10-pulls at by doing missions! I got a bloom Jade from it a couple weeks ago. :D meanwhile general Lilia is the only story card I've ever managed to pull, so...I'm probably kinda biased. whoops.)

[theblvcksupreme]

[gummi-ships]

[bum-bastic]

[akirakensworld]

What can you do to me?

Don't forget to reblog

[ultram0th]

December 24: Cody Christian

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Hunky actor Cody Christian wore a deep frown on his handsome face as he got dressed into his clothes for the photoshoot. The stud buttoned up his shirt, taking time to admire his form in the mirror.

He’d spent years working out religiously in the gym, making sure to build up his muscles to a decent proportional build. It had gained him loads of fans and even offered numerous roles. His pecs popped nicely, yet modestly. His biceps had a nice curve to them, illustrating that he could play the tough guy roles due to the strength they exuded. Lastly, he never neglected legs, ensuring that they matched the rest of his toned body perfectly.

And yet, the photographer of the shoot had had the nerve to suggest that Cody try to work out some more and gain some size when he’d shown up.

“I don’t need any more size,” the actor grumbled under his breath. He was already big enough, so he figured that the photographer had no idea what he was talking about. “He probably wants me to look like one of those roided freaks…”

The moment the words left Cody’s full lips, he began to feel a tingling sensation ripple throughout his body, making him break out into goosebumps. Before he could react, Cody gasped as he saw all of his body hair beginning to pull inwards.

The stud ran a disbelieving hand over his now smooth body, shocked that he felt as if he’d just freshly shaved all over. Cody was never really hirsute, but he wasn’t too into manscaping.

Cody didn’t have time to voice any of his confusion or even try to come up with an explanation before his whole body tensed up, all of his muscles starting to inflate to obscene proportions.

Cody’s calves inflated to the size of footballs, his thighs growing to such wide sizes that they pressed against each other, forcing him to widen his stance. His jeans tore to shreds, landing on the floor in a tattered mess at his feet. He blushed as his butt puffed out, resembling enormous beach balls that were attached to his lower back as they jutted out. The growth traveled upwards as his shoulders broadened to a wide degree. His traps inflated, swallowing up his neck. Arms that were previously toned and proportional were blown out of sync as his biceps rounded out, rivaling the size of bowling balls. His bigger arms rested on lats that flared out, forcing them to hand akimbo at his sides. Cody’s modest pecs ballooned outwards, blocking his view of anything below him. His nipples stretched out and puffed up, looking large and nubby from the huge growth. His shirt followed suit with his pants, leaving him in nothing but his stretched out underwear.

As a final touch, Cody’s stomach dropped as he watched his stomach begin to balloon out too, forming a large roid gut. It continued to bubble out, jutting far out in front of him, with his enormous muscletits resting on top of it. He couldn’t even see his cock and balls that were hidden beneath his rotund belly.

The tingling sensation ceased, and where a toned actor had been stranded a minute ago was an over muscled bodybuilder with a massive roid belly.

“Wh-what the fuck happened to me?!” Cody panicked, his voice sounding much deeper now than it used to. There was no scale around, but the inflated hunk estimated that he must’ve gained at least one-hundred pounds of pure muscle. He looked like a freak!

“Cody Christian to the set, please!” the photographer called out.

Thanks to his panic, it took Cody a little bit to realize that his inflated body had started to move on its own accord. Cody’s face was bright red as his walk resembled more of a waddle as he struggled to move around with such bulky muscles hindering his movements. His thighs kept rolling over each other, and his arms were stuck out at his sides, making him lumber about.

The stud huffed annoyedly when he tried to exit his dressing room, but his broad shoulders both banged against the doorjamb. He had to turn sideways and squeeze himself through the door, his big roid gut making it difficult to fit.

He waddled out onto the photoshoot set, his heart racing in his beefy chest.

The photographer was all smiles as he looked up at the bodybuilder Cody. “Perfect!” he beamed. “It looks like you took my suggestion to heart.” He raised the camera and started to take pictures of the massive muscleman.

On instinct, Cody began to run his hands over this smooth muscles seductively. He ran his hands over his huge roid belly before massaging his inflated pecs. He tried to stop himself, but it was impossible. The hunky actor paled as he realized that not only had his muscles and gut been inflated to incredible proportions, but he couldn’t even control it anymore.

Cody lifted both of his massive arms above his head, forming a double biceps poser. As he flex, he kept his handsome smirk on his face while his big belly jutted out in front of him with every pose and flex he made for the camera.

“You look like such a big, roid-abusing muscle freak,” the photographer laughed as he continued to take pictures of the new bodybuilder. “Maybe you should consider getting even bigger and bigger…"

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[Video source: https://x.com/MusclegodMass1/status/1618698609159196673]

[avaganda]

[leo-muscle]

Kings of the World: Caribbean Waves

Kai knew he was far above the rest. Born into money and power, he got everything he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. Women, cars, planes, food... all at the drop of a dime. He dressed in designer suits, which he constantly bragged about the price of. He wanted the whole world to bow to him, and worship the very ground he walked on.

This leads to Kai's 22nd birthday party, taking place in the Bahamas. He had invited five of his wealthiest friends, the only people he deemed worthy of associating with. They had spent the entire month on Kai's father's dime with women, watersports, booze, and dice, all leading up to one final drinking night on Kai's actual day of birth aboard his luxury yacht, moored to a private island. The party was too much: strippers dotted the decks, fireworks went off every half hour, loud music floated about, and poker chips poured like honey. Kai himself sat at the head table with his five rich friends.

"Here's to one more year of life!" Kai cheered, his voice slurring.

"Hear, hear!" His friends replied, and they all chugged down their liquor like it was water.

"Alright, guys, I've got the next round coming!" Kai shouted, as he dashed back to the bar... only something was amiss.

The scantily-dressed barwoman was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an absolute giant of an irishman stood behind the bar, dancing to the beat of the music. He wore no shirt, just a bowtie with a nametag reading "Dom," and short shorts, accentuating his enormous muscles. An easy smile sat on his face, accented by the enormous emerald earring in his right ear. Just by being in the room with the man, Kai felt a need to compete with him.

"Where's Chrissy?" Kai asked, a simmer of anger in his voice.

"Ach, she was feeling a tad ill, so she came to fetch me." The bartender replied in a soothing Irish accent. "Watcha looking for tonight?"

"Something powerful and special." Kai said. "You'd know a thing or two about that."

The bartender's smile twitched. "I think I got just the thing for a birthday boy like you. Little something from back home, you aught to enjoy it."

The bartender turned around, and started pouring a variety of liquors into a shaker, then dancing to mix it all up. Kai couldn't stop looking at his ass: while Kai was incredibly straight, he could easily tell that this man had a great, bouncy bubble butt. His pecs too were incredible, the girls should be all over him-- why weren't they?

The bartender brought the shaker right up to his enormous left pec, opened it up, and dumped something in it that Kai couldn't see. He then presented the drink into a tall tankard. It was a sparkling emerald green, unlike any drink Kai had seen before.

"What is this shit?" Kai groaned.

"Special recipe of mine. You'll learn to make it yourself, someday."

"As if. People make my drinks, not the other way around."

Kai took a big swing of the emerald drink, chugging it all in one go. Instantly, he could feel his insides bubbling.

"Did you poison me?!" Kai screamed, but was inaudible over the clamor of the party.

"Nope." The bartender said. "Enjoy." And with that, he vanished.

Kai ran to the restroom as his muscles began burning and pulsing with new strength. He could barely make it to the bathroom before he began to shake, shiver, moan, and grow.

As Kai grew, a single thought entered his head.

My behavior is not suited for a King.

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Kai's friends were starting to wonder where their leader had gone, when suddenly, a single text appeared on their phones.

Kai: Everyone, come down to the island. There's someone you need to meet.

The group stumbled to the beach, where a single man awaited them, carrying four drinks with him. He was enormous, seven feet tall, and was a stunning example of peak masculinity. He was clearly from the islands around here: his beautiful, dark skin reflected the setting sun perfectly, while saltwater trickled through his tight curls, mustache, and goatee. His gigantic, bouncy, fuckable pecs sat atop a tight muscle gut, indented with the turtle-shell pattern of abs. His biceps outsized his head, and were crisscrossed with a pattern of veins showing his strength. His legs would have been incredibly oversized on any other man, but on him, they were glorious, perfect cylinders striated with pure strength, able to cut through water with ease. His ass was a perfect breeding site for any cock able to work its way past his thick muscle cheeks. An inviting aroma of saltwater and musk wafted from him, beckoning the boys over. It assaulted their nostrils, the scent unimpeded by clothes, for this beach hunk wore only a speedo and a necklace of purest silver. It smelled divine, and although these boys were straight before, this musk was worth far more than any feeble heterosexuality. They almost climbed over each other to get closer to the man.

"Now, now," The beach hunk said. "We can take me in some other time; I'm not the important one here. What is important, is you."

"What do you mean?" One of the rich boys asked. "You're perfect!"

"And you can be too." The beach hunk replied. "You boys want a drink?"

"Yes?" Another rich boy said.

"I made them myself," The beach hunk said, gesturing to the drinks in his hands. They gleamed a pure silver, like liquid mercury.

"From this big boy down here." He continued, patting the massive cock straining to break free of his speedo.

By this point, every single boy had a raging-hard on. They needed to know what this man tasted like. They dashed over to the beach hunk, and each grabbed a glass from the man's enormous hands, and drank the whole thing in one gulp each.

Instantly, their bodies expanded. Their thighs grew from twigs to tree trunks, laced with power. Their arms mirrored their King's, bursting with strength the size of coconuts. Their abs, one by one, popped into existence, forming tight eight-packs on all of their cores.

Soon, one boy started noticing how hot his neighbor was getting. While the beach hunk was a true being of masculinity, his friend was definitely becoming capable of rivaling him. He reached over to his friend's chest, and touched his nipple--

And suddenly, his friend's chest ballooned past almost every letter of the alphabet with mass, growing larger and darker and more sensitive, until his pecs were just as bouncy and voluptuous as his King's.

"B-bro..." He moaned. "I... I need you to touch them..."

His fellow transformee showed no slowness as he latched his rapidly-expanding hands onto his friend's enormous muscle tits, pawing and kneading the muscle and nipple. His friend moaned with pleasure. How could his chest feel so good?

The other two had noticed what their friends were doing, and immediately joined in. One began worshipping another's ass, while the final one began giving his friend a blowjob. Soon, their asses and dicks had all expanded into pillars and beautiful mounds of dark flesh, sensitive and plush, perfect for kneading. The friends grew closer and closer together, their hair darkening and tightening as they went, until they had all become a massive literal clusterfuck. Each man was sucking a nipple, taking a dick, fucking an ass, all in the most intense pleasure any of them had ever felt in their life.

Though, eventually, it was all too much. They felt their load coming right from their new enormous bull balls... and they just couldn't hold it any longer. In a burst of cum, they all released each other, panting on the sand in their beautiful new forms.

King Kai knew his new boys would make great citizens of his kingdom, but there was still much work to be done. He would go about this subtly, with his own line of drinks laced with kingly fluid. Soon, the islands would be peaceful, and everyone would live freely and without strife.

[ciccerone]

[evilhorses]

@meanbossart ‘s du drow save me from my art block

I guess he spooked him

[almostchieftrashgay]

Gay alone with sexy cock