#titvore

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Vriska Boob vores character of choice turning them into sentient tit flesh

Hah Hah, you type to someone else as you revel in the posting of your quote totally original and never before suggested ask on a blog that’s activity is as poor as your taste in waifus, nevertheless you’ve done it, you can expect the results any month now with a Vriska boob fore fic or some sort of length that will make getting off oh so wonderful for you, you just have to keep waiting…

Then you hear a noise, sounds like footsteps from behind you which is impossible considering you’re in your room and you’ve locked your door during your acts of anon spamming and prompt generation, but there she is, Vriska topless and with her spidery boobs out in front of your very eyes, you can hardly believe it yourself as your jaw goes slack.

She continues to approach with an almost beckoning smirk as you slowly reach out towards her, you want to touch those glorious Serket sacks, you want to run your fingers along their curved squish and kiss those cerulean nipples simply for no other reason than to feel their warmth, or coolness, you’re unsure about troll temperatures.

Just a little closer, she stops, pushing her chest out as your hand makes contact with you pressing them into the softness your palms sinking into the two of them as they sag and bulge out around the edges of your hands, she smiles letting out a soft titter as she instructs you to press and squeeze a little harder, you comply.

The sagging overlap grows until it folds around your hands trapping your hands under it and inside her breasts which causes you a mixture of alarm and arousal, then it began, the spreading of the colour along your body and insides, you can feel yourself going soft as hair recedes and your skin turns pale grey with a minor hint of faded blue, the more it changes the better it feels.

You feel your forearms sinking deeper inside, the bones of your hand undefined now, all you can feel is the coolish heat of flesh where they once existed, deeper and deeper your arms sink as the rest of you changes, your clothes melting off or was it through your body, you feel weak, like you’re insides are turning to jelly or custard as you’re left naked, hairless and grey as your elbows sink  into her chest, your arms bloated and swollen like they were inflated with flesh which gently sagged with pleasure.

You try to pull your head away weakly as your legs give out under you, dropping you to your knees as the last of your firmness fades, Vriska giving a cackle of chastising as you strokes the back of your smooth head, the features of your face and body fading as your mouth, ears eyes and nose smooth over as she squishes your head and shoulders into the front of her torso with a giggle and a moan.

Inside it was an alien feeling to you, the cool air around the part of you still in the outside world you feel a desire to enter the warmth of her body as you’re filled with a dreadful shiver as you grow to dislike the cold, you’re nearly done by this point, what was your head and torso having spread out evenly to each breast of Vriska your legs and hips nothing more than a singular undefined mass of flesh which effortlessly sinks into Miss Serket’s form.

You can feel her chest move as she lets out a sigh of relief, her hands moving and spreading you around into the already existing breast tissue, you can feel your mind calming down as you join with her body on a permanent basis, her blood and veins filling what was your form, you feel yourself meld just under her skin as her nipples  tingle which overwhelms you with a sense of satisfaction as she touches them, she loves herself and you’re part of that now, what more to life was there than to be part of Vriska? You cannot think nor remember anything outside of this.

You feel her move and put on a larger Bra of course it had to be a larger one after she improved her already glorious form with your flesh, despite having no sensation other than touch  you can still hear “her”, how you cannot say due to your lack of mouth or any real sense of a mind outside of being part of her body, but the way she covers you with her t-shirt and jacket make you feel snug and loved, you can feel her walk, every jiggle and shake makes your form move and sag a little, kept in check by the clothing restricting her chest’s glory, you are nothing more than breast tissue, breast tissue on the greatest troll in existence.

Time goes by, you feel her touch herself occasionally, dress, undress, sleep, breathe even, any movement reminds you of what you are, hers, totally and completely, more than one time you feel hands that belong to beings you cannot even identify, you feel the blood flowing through you make you harden her nipples, all control over yourself erased and replaced with total obedience to her body, mind and soul, you… aren’t you, you… you aren’t even anything, you’re just Vriska’s body part, you don’t even deserve to be aware of how wonderful and glorious your owner’s existence is, but you are which you consider to be the highest blessing anyone could ever receive, You just wish she’d put her nipples in her mouth more often and play with them using her divine tongue……..

-Punished mod X

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//whos most likely to trip forward and titvore someone vs who keeps getting ate by boob wherever they go?

Probably Jane for the first one, just through sheer bustiness and being the only one without supernatural reflexes.

As for getting boob ate, it's split between Roxy and Dove depending on whether you mean 'Dives into tits at every chance' or 'Frequent victim of titty attacks'