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Madlen Lea Outfit - Teen Conversion

Part 2 of 2 of a request from anon.

The Lea Outfit, created for TS4 by @madlensims and converted 4t2 for AF by @applewatersugar. Now for TF by me!

Categorized as Everyday + Athletic For Teen Females Fat morph included! 10 colours Polycount: 4116 Files are compressorized

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You have two download options: Repositoried: the teen files are ‘linked’ to the adult files by @applewatersugar, which makes them a teeny tiny filesize for your downloads folder, but means the adult files are required for the colours to show up.

Standalone: they work as is in your downloads folder, but you miss out on the teeny tiny filesize.

Standalone: [DOWNLOAD]

Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD] Get the adult files HERE.

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Download (file size: 1.45MB)

This one had so many trial-&-errors. Anubis’ “enchanted melody” top 3t2. Standard rules apply: fat & preg morph, tf -> ef, 8 recolors. Now it’s time for the Life is Strange finale…

Credit & Info: @sunnyanubis for the mesh @eversims for the colors please inform me of any errors this download is for TS2 only

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Pantless bottom - shoes

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Gorillax3 Belted Jeans - Teen Conversion

Gorillax3 Belted Jeans, created for TS4 by @gorillax3-cc and converted for AF by @fakebloood. Now for TF, by me!

As with FakeBlood's conversions, these jeans have 3 shoe options.

Molly Boots (left), MA Sims Pumps (middle) or Rhyton Sneakers (right.)

Categorized as Everyday For Teen Female Fat morph included! 6 colours Polycount: Molly Boots 11,200 MA Sims Pumps 11,700 Rhyton Sneakers 13,000 Files are compressorized ___________________________

You have two download options: Repositoried: the teen files are ‘linked’ to the adult files by @fakebloood, which makes them a teeny tiny filesize for your downloads folder, but means the adult files are required for the colours to show up.

Standalone: they work as is in your downloads folder, but you miss out on the teeny tiny filesize.

Molly Boots Standalone: [DOWNLOAD] Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD] Get the adult files HERE.

MA Sims Pumps Standalone: [DOWNLOAD] Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD] Get the adult files HERE.

Rhyton Sneakers Standalone: [DOWNLOAD] Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD] Get the adult files HERE.

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6 Bottomless Shoes for TF

Surprise! A gift from me, for all the teen top-only dresses floating about! I’m not sure if these have been converted for TF before, but oh well. Here they are! 

You can choose whether to download them all at once, or pick what you like with the individual downloads.  Details and download links under the cut:

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Adidas - [DOWNLOAD] by @darte77, converted by @imaginaryboutique Colours: 6 Polycount:  8250 Fat morph included! 

Gloria Wedges - [DOWNLOAD] by @dallasgirl79, converted by @imaginaryboutique Colours: 10 Polycount: 8902 Fat morph included!

dOrsay Pumps - [DOWNLOAD]  by @dallasgirl79, converted by @imaginaryboutique Colours: 16  Polycount: 6401 Fat morph included! 

Low Boots - [DOWNLOAD]  by @nativesims4, converted by @nikaonishko Colours: 6  Polycount: 15,810 (HIGH POLY) Fat morph included! 

Orsay Flats - [DOWNLOAD]  Not sure on the exact credits for these.  Colours: 15 Polycount: 7221 Fat morph included!  T-Strap Sandals - [DOWNLOAD]  by @elliesimple, converted by @applewatersugar​ Colours: 6  Polycount: 8312 Fat morph included! 

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Gothic Punk 2

You ever finish turning into a vixen with an impeccable sense of style? Something for juniortumblewwd from my weekly streams!

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Discarded Gym Clothes

Jared slumped on the cold bench in the locker room, staring despondently at the floor. It was his fourth time here, and he still felt so out of place. He was comfortable with the cardio machines, but the weightlifting area? That was an entirely different world—a world of animalistic grunting, clanging metal, and guys twice his size throwing weights around like toys. He had hovered near them earlier, feeling like an intruder in a foreign land, before retreating to the safety of the locker room. He desperately wanted to be like them but had no idea where to even start.

As he sat there, stewing in his frustrations, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention: a dirty black tank top lay crumpled on the bench across from him, stained with sweat and reeking of body odor. Next to it was a damp, oversized pair of gray sweatpants that similarly reeked. They looked as though they had been left behind by one of those jacked gym regulars that he was too intimidated to approach.

He reached out hesitantly, hoping to bring them to the lost and found. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric. “Gross,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose at the sensation. Yet, despite the dampness and rankness of the clothes, he couldn’t bring himself to leave them for someone else to deal with. His gaze lingered on the worn material, imagining the kind of person who had worn it: strong, confident, sexy. Everything he wasn’t.

Maybe the person was coming back? After all, there are showers in the locker room, perhaps they had simply forgotten to put their dirty gym clothes in their locker. But his body refused to listen to his brain. His arms began moving with a mind of their own. Before he could realize what he was doing and second-guess himself, he had stripped off his shorts, picked up the sweatpants, and slid them over his slim legs. The pair was still warm from the person's previous workout, and the front crotch area felt... crusty..? Jared was bewildered by the betrayal of his body. He hadn't meant to do any of this... why did he put on these gross sweatpants? In response, his arms ripped off his shirt and brought the filthy tank top over his torso, seemingly without him even intending to do so. The tank top was loose, hanging awkwardly off his skinny frame. It was almost disturbingly damp, as though the person who had worn it before him had taken a shower with it... and had never worn deodorant before. Before he had a chance to question what had happened, the tank top settled over his shoulders, and a strange, euphoric warmth spread through him, clouding his mind and releasing his inhibitions. He felt... different.

His eyes flicked over to the mirror on the wall. The clothes still looked oversized, but they didn’t seem ridiculous anymore. They looked... right. He looked at the door leading back to the gym floor, and for the first time, he felt the urge to head to the weight rack.

Walking through the gym floor, his eyes looked past the judgemental stares in his direction for wearing the oversized set of clothes. He didn't notice people fixate on the stains on the crotch or the fact that the tank top was still dripping with sweat. His ears tuned out the gags at the stench they exuded. Jared simply made a beeline for the squat rack. Using his minimal knowledge from observing the gymbros, Jared loaded the barbell with weights and placed himself underneath the barbell, the modest weight balanced awkwardly on his shoulders. He’d never been here before—mentally or physically. This was uncharted territory, but somehow it felt like he knew what he was doing and always had. As he squatted down and pushed back up, he felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt before.

He racked the bar, stepped back, and froze. A faint tingling sensation rippled across his chest and shoulders. It started subtly—like an itch, he couldn’t quite place—but soon intensified into a deep, pulsing, orgasmic warmth. Jared glanced at the mirror and his jaw dropped.

The first change he noticed was his hair. It puffed slightly, the dark brown lightening ever so slightly slightly. Strands began to coil and curl, framing his face as if they were growing right before his eyes. The curls bounced slightly with every breath, thick and untamed as if he’d spent years cultivating the perfect gym-bro mane.

Then he felt his chest suddenly tighten. Jared gasped, grabbing at his pecs instinctively. They felt heavier, denser—like a pump from a workout that wouldn’t fade. His fingers sank into firm muscle, his once-flat chest expanding outward into two solid slabs. He rubbed his chest, in awe of just how much there was to grab. The damp fabric of the tank top, which had hung limply before, now clung to his pecs. His firm nipples were visible through the tank top, which was now skin-tight. The weight of his chest pulled his shoulders back, giving him an imposing, confident posture.

The heat spread to his arms. Jared watched, transfixed, as his biceps began to swell. They grew rounder, and thicker, the veins snaking across them like rivers on a map. His forearms followed suit, the muscles twisting and bulging with newfound definition. His hands, once narrow and delicate, grew rough and calloused, his fingers thicker and more powerful. When he curled his fingers into a fist, it felt like he could crush steel.

Next came his shoulders and back. His shoulders rounded out like firm cannonballs, broadening his frame and making the tank top look as though it was going to burst from his frame. His traps rose like mountains on either side of his neck, which thickened and became more pronounced. Turning to the side, Jared caught a glimpse of his back in the mirror—it was wide, a tapestry of ridges and grooves that looked like they’d been carved by years of hard work.

The sensation moved down to his core. His stomach tightened and hardened, his abs popping into view one by one. A deep V-shaped groove appeared, leading down from his chiseled obliques to his hips. He ran a hand over his stomach, marveling at how solid it felt, the faint sheen of sweat highlighting every ridge.

Then his legs began to change. Jared stumbled, grabbing the squat rack for balance as his thighs expanded, the muscles growing so fast they pushed against the fabric of the once-too-large sweatpants. His quads and calves flared out with each stumble for balance, now thick and powerful, while his ass ballooned to gargantuan proportions, tightening his sweatpants even further and taking up valuable space for his swelling cock, which grew longer and thicker. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could stifle it as his now massive cock began to leak.

Through his orgasmic bliss while leaning against the squat rack, caught a glimpse of his reflection. His face had changed, too—his jawline was sharper, his cheekbones more pronounced. His once-boyish features now carried a rugged, masculine edge. His neck was thick and corded with muscle, tying the whole look together.

He couldn't take it anymore. He let out an animalistic grunt–just like the men who weightlift in the gym always do–as he cummed intensely into his too-tight sweatpants. His vision blurred with the orgasmic pleasure induced by his sudden shift in physique. Drool escaped from his lips as he was consumed by the unadulterated euphoria he now felt. Finally, with one last buck of his wide, muscular hips, he finished, and he began to try and compose himself.

He breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling with power. The tank top clung to his body now, soaked with sweat and reeking of effort. His scent filled the air—raw, earthy, and undeniably potent. Jared would have been embarrassed by it before, but now it felt like part of who he was.

He reached up to adjust the tank top, marveling at how his fingers grazed against the boulder-like mounds of his pecs. Turning back to the squat rack, he loaded more plates onto the bar. This time, when he lifted it, it felt like nothing.

Jared racked the barbell with a satisfying clang, stepping back to catch his breath. The weight he’d just squatted was something he wouldn’t have dared to attempt in his wildest dreams. Now, it felt like he could’ve added double the plates. His chest heaved as he inhaled deeply, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and cum.

He turned toward the mirror again, marveling at the sheer size of his new physique. Every inch of him seemed sculpted as if chiseled from stone. His tank top clung to his massive chest, the sweat-soaked fabric outlining every groove of his pecs and abs. His biceps bulged with each subtle movement, and his shoulders looked broad enough to fill the entire mirror.

“Damn…” Jared muttered, his voice low and resonant now. He grinned, unable to resist flexing his arms for the mirror. The peak of his bicep rose like a mountain, veins snaking across the surface. He turned slightly, watching how his back flared out like wings, tapering down to his impossibly tight waist.

Jared glanced around, then pulled his phone out from his gym bag. This body wasn’t something he could keep to himself. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his stance, planting his legs wide to show off his tree-trunk legs. He flexed his arms again. The lighting in the gym was perfect. He snapped a photo, making sure to catch the curve of his biceps, the sharp cut of his jawline, and the unapologetic confidence in his smirk.

Satisfied, he tossed his phone back into his bag, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. For the first time in his life, Jared felt not just strong—but unstoppable.

Jared slung his gym bag over his shoulder, his massive arm flexing with the motion. The straps dug slightly into his broad, muscular shoulders, but he barely noticed. His chest still glistened with sweat, the tank top clinging to him like a second skin. Each step he took toward the exit felt heavy with purpose, his powerful thighs threatening to burst from his sweatpants and his calves popping with every stride.

As he pushed open the gym doors, the cool air hit his sweat-drenched skin, refreshing and invigorating. Jared took a moment to breathe deeply, his massive chest rising and falling. He grinned to himself as he strode across the parking lot

His car was, dwarfed by his hulking presence. Jared swaggered toward it, moving with an effortless macho bravado. His biceps brushed against his sides as he walked, forcing his arms to swing slightly outward. The scent of his workout still hung around him—sweaty, musky, and undeniably masculine.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he felt the car groan slightly under his new weight. The steering wheel felt smaller in his powerful hands, and the seatbelt stretched tight across his chest, barely able to contain the bulk of his pecs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and smirked. The jacked, curly-haired bodybuilder staring back at him was a far cry from the skinny kid who had driven here earlier.

He adjusted the mirror to take in more of his reflection. His jawline looked razor-sharp, his hair wild and tousled from the workout, and his shoulders seemed to crowd the frame. Jared couldn’t help but flex a little as he reached for the ignition, veins popping along his forearm.

The car roared to life, and Jared revved the engine, enjoying the vibrations running through his chest. He shifted into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. His smirk widened as he turned onto the main road, his car rumbling like a predator on the prowl.

Jared didn’t know exactly where he was going, but it didn’t matter one bit. His new life wasn’t about the destination—it was about the ride. And, man was he ready to take his body for one hell of a ride.

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Pixelette Molly Outfit - TF Conversion

Part 1 of 2 of a request from anon.

Pixelette's Molly Outfit, converted 4t2 for AF by platinumaspiration. Now for TF by me!

Categorized as Everyday + Athletic For Teen Females Fat morph included! 11 colours Polycount: 3246 Files are compressorized

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You have two download options: Repositoried: the teen files are ‘linked’ to the adult files by @platinumaspiration, which makes them a teeny tiny filesize for your downloads folder, but means the adult files are required for the colours to show up.

Standalone: they work as is in your downloads folder, but you miss out on the teeny tiny filesize.

Standalone: [DOWNLOAD]

Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD]

Get the adult files HERE.

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3t2 Glamorous Evening Gown from Roaring Heights (requested by @alexbgd)

Just look at this lovely dress! And it makes a nice wedding dress as well, and I always need more of them! It’s for teens to elders, they have appropriate morphs and come with 4 light colors. But here’s the PSD for recolorists. Shoes by Sentate. And as always, you can choose if you want the other ages slaved to the adult version or not. Oh, and it’s a bit wonky-tonky around the feet, I tried to tweak the bone assignments, I just couldn’t fix it beyond a point :/ I hope you like it anyways :)

Download 3t2 Glamorous Evening Gown Slaved - Alternate

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the joggers

Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommates—polite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didn’t mind; he preferred his solitude.

But today, he found himself restless.

Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

As he passed Daniel’s room, something caught his eye.

Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.

Those joggers.

He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommate’s athletic build—broad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Daniel’s physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.

Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.

Jonathan hesitated.

His logical side told him to move along—this was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Daniel’s room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.

No harm in just looking, he thought.

But the temptation didn’t stop there.

Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldn’t be back for a while—he’d said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasn’t as though Daniel would know.

He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldn’t resist.

The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.

They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.

Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Daniel’s closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.

Why does this feel so…right?

The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadn’t felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.

Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.

Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.

His breath hitched.

What is this feeling?

The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasn’t just the joggers anymore—it was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.

Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldn’t quite explain.

He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.

“This… feels so good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers weren’t just clothing—they were something else entirely. They made him feel… alive.

His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.

Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.

When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.

Jonathan’s head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.

He didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Feels good, huh?”

The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathan’s mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Jonathan’s breath hitched.

Daniel’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

“It’s those pants, isn’t it?” he said, voice low and smooth.

“They feel amazing, don’t they?”

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.

Daniel’s smirk widened. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen you watching me—those looks you give me when you think I don’t notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my body…”

He took another step closer. “Craving to touch me. To make me yours. Isn’t that right?”

Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

“It’s cute, really,” Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathan’s waist. His hands slid over Jonathan’s chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.

“Oh, you poor thing…” Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathan’s ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathan’s body. “Your mind is so weak and feeble, isn’t it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.”

Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Daniel’s shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.

“That’s adorable, y’know?” Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathan’s neck. “Especially when it’s so easy for me to… have certain effects on you, let’s say.”

Jonathan’s hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Daniel’s hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.

“Just focus,” Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. “Focus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.”

Jonathan’s mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Daniel’s hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.

“It’s okay to let go,” Daniel whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesn’t it feel so much better when you stop thinking?”

Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Daniel’s touch and words.

Daniel’s voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.

“I can feel you leaking, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.

“That’s okay. Let it all out.”

Jonathan’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Daniel’s intoxicating words.

“Into the joggers,” Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. “I always do that too.”

Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.

“And with every drop,” Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathan’s ear, “let all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cock”

Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t resist—Daniel’s words were all he could hear, all he could feel.

“Every drop, every thought… gone,” Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. “That’s it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And then…”

Jonathan’s body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.

“When you finally release,” Daniel said, his voice low and certain, “you’ll be mine.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.

Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Daniel’s strong arms.

“There you go,” Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.

Jonathan’s head fell against Daniel’s shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Daniel’s hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.

“That’s right, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. “You’re mine now.”

Jonathan’s gaze met Daniel’s, and he saw something in his eyes—a mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.

Daniel’s fingers brushed over Jonathan’s cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. “You’ve given yourself to me,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “Completely.”

Jonathan couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Daniel’s embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.

Daniel’s hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathan’s chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.

Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Daniel’s touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.

Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. “That’s it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.”

Daniel’s hands rested firmly on Jonathan’s waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathan’s shoulders.

“You’ll keep those joggers on today,” Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathan’s dazed mind like a gentle tide. “Let’s see just how far you’re willing to fall.”

Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

“I… I…” he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“No need to speak,” Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. “Just listen. Just feel.”

Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.

Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathan’s shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.

“Good,” Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. “Now, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.”

Jonathan’s breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Daniel’s steady, commanding presence.

Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathan’s ear. “You’ll wear them all day,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. “Feel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Daniel’s words washing over him. He didn’t protest, didn’t even think to.

“You’re already mine,” Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathan’s chest. “But by the end of today, you won’t even remember what it felt like to be anything else.”

Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.

Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathan’s spine.

“You’re such a good boy,” Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathan’s face. His thumb brushed across Jonathan’s cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.

Jonathan’s breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensation—the dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Daniel’s hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Daniel’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathan’s jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Falling so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Daniel’s touch as if drawn by an invisible force.

Daniel’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathan’s ear. “You don’t need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.”

Jonathan’s cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.

“Ah, ah,” Daniel chided playfully. “Eyes on me, Jonathan.

”Their gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Daniel’s presence.

“You’re mine now,” Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathan’s face. “And I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didn’t know how far he’d fall, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

All that mattered was Daniel.

Daniel’s thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathan’s cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathan’s overwhelmed body.

A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at you,” Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. “You can’t even help it, can you?”

Jonathan’s body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.

“Go on,” Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathan’s face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. “Let it happen. Let it all out for me.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.

Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Daniel’s chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.

“There you go,” Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathan’s hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. “That’s my good boy. Just let it all out.”

Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Daniel’s arms.

“Shhh,” Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. “You’re doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.”

Daniel’s hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.

“You feel that?” Daniel whispered. “That’s what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.”

Jonathan could only nod weakly, his body melting further into Daniel’s embrace.

[rakurairagnarok]

Big fan. I think I have an opposite problem to many of your clients, though. I’m a lifelong jock who’s sick of the maintenance, sick of the lifestyle, sick being expected to top: sick of the whole thing. I want to scale down and maybe even femme up a bit. Could use a drastic intelligence adjustment to help me chill more, too. Think you can help me?

The green compression shorts slid up your legs like a snake and immediately you felt something was wrong. Your body tensed up, unable to move, watching in horror as your muscles grew. Thicker, juicier and more plump than ever before, you had to watch as you grew to an almost grotesque size. Your bulge began to feel more alive than ever, your balls tripling in size as your cock widened. As more spunk began to fill your balls you felt a weird slimy feeling dripping down from the inside of your skull. Your mouth began to fill with a salty liquid, one you were not very familiar with yet.

You felt all your inhibitions slowly drain away, losing all care in the world. As your IQ was filling up your mouth you almost choked on the tangy liquid. Swallowing it send a wave of warm relaxation through your body, leaving behind the bare minimum to function.

No one would ever expect anything from you ever again. Never again would people ask anything but for you to lay there and be pretty. And pretty you are.

[sims2casfindsbyck]

Pantless shoes here https://gardenofshadows.org.uk/gardenofshadows/index.php?topic=38200.0

New mesh for TS2!

Here’s my pencil midi dress with low wedge sandals. Comes with 30 recolours (but really it’s just 19, because multiple top options for AF are repos). There are a few bright shades, flower pattern, dark colours and denim.

Cutout Dress

for AF & TF

/ TF files are repositoried.  AF dresses are enabled for EF /

✦  Download (SFS)

All morphs. Polycount: 4231. Archive contains large preview pics.

Make sure you read README.txt file!

Credits: tops are based on top textures by Io / @serabiet​

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[archie-sunshine]

Big things on the horizon everyone!! Here are all the merch design sketches i've got for this round of merch!!

lets zoom in and show a bit more, first off, we've got some old finished pieces possibly coming as clear backed stickers, bigger than my usual ones.

then, we've got my first TFA merch!! their casts are so big and i didnt want to miss anyone, but also more stickers means more overhead, so to keep prices down, I packed all of the lumps you could ever desire into two stickers, one for bots, and one for cons!

next, for some simpler more holiday themed ones, we've got bows on their big stupid foreheads bc i love love love them. these ones im not fully satisfied with, so you may see some changes to them in the final cut

AND FINALLY. What you've all been waiting for. full disclosure, I am only doing TEN (10) of EACH of these pillows for this round, thats what i can afford right now, but i'm mulling over doing limited 'pillow of the month' designs going forwards. THEY ARE ALSO ALL SFW (for now)(added some last minute definition to meggies face and arm oups)

so yeah!! thats what we're looking at for this round, lmk what y'all think!!

Edit: ALL OF THESE ARE NOW ON SALE LINK IN MY PINNED POST!