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Messy cat maid vs weird plant🌀😵‍💫🌀 by m4ns0n

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im packign fir my trip!

thsi time tomorrow ill be at the airport hopefully throguh security but idk

one suitcsse and hopefully just my small bsckpsck

i do plan to leave toom to grt dtuff but. well see how much soace i ahve

ive picked sll my clothes and now i need to pit them in the pscking cubes

ill see how it goes i guess???

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You should post a nakie pic just for fun

itd probs get taken down lol.

and as fun as tey are only soecial people grt thise lol

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when She invites you to go camping, She does not take 'no' for an answer...

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Why do they even make apps for ADHD. You want me to use my 24/7 handheld immediate distraction device? To manage my 'gets distracted too easily' disorder? Ooooh we developed the perfect tool for managing your anemia. Its hosted in Dracula's castle. 👍

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Another Gacha

CW: bimbofication, brainwashing, brain drain, transformation

Hi hi~ A little fun game someone should make

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Stella spotted Clara in their usual corner of the café, already seated and sipping a brightly colored drink she wouldn’t have touched a month ago. That alone made Stella pause. Clara usually insisted on black coffee — no sugar, no nonsense. Now her cup sparkled like something from a dessert menu, complete with whipped cream and sprinkles.

She slid into the seat across from her friend, studying her more closely. The change wasn’t just the drink. Clara’s lab coat was gone, replaced by a soft pastel hoodie and a glittery phone case that clashed with her usual utilitarian taste. Even her hair looked different — looser, glossier, curled at the ends in a way that seemed — deliberate.

"You won’t believe what I found," Clara beamed, eyes bright and unfocused. "It’s this new gacha game. It’s like, totally addictive—but in a good way, you know?"

Stella blinked. The words didn’t sound like Clara. They barely even sounded like Clara knew what she was saying.

Still, something about the excitement in her voice, the way her fingers danced across the screen as she opened the app, tugged at Stella’s curiosity.

She leaned forward despite herself. "What’s it called?"

Clara just smiled. "You’ll see."

She slid her phone across the table. On it, a shimmering screen danced, full of bright graphics and swirling icons. In the center, a title shimmered: Lustful Gacha.

"Lustful Gacha? Really?" Stella couldn't stifle the laugh that bubbled in her throat.

Clara didn't blink at her teasing. "Yeah, it's totally the best." Her tone, usually so sharp with intelligence, held only a giddy eagerness.

"What's the point? What do you do in this game?"

"Oh, it's like a game of chance. You pull the lever to see what happens." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "It's totally the best."

Stella frowned. "You've said that."

"Because it's totally the best!" Clara pushed her phone into Stella's hand, her fingers grazing Stella's skin as she guided her thumb to the screen. "Just try it! I swear, you'll thank me later."

Stella stared at her for another second. There was something in the glassy look in Clara's eyes, but Stella had no idea what.

Shrugging, she focused on the device in front of her. "I don't really play these sorts of games," she pointed out. "What do I get?"

"Just random things!" Clara waved her free hand. "It's totally the best!"

Another long beat, and Stella decided to plunge in. She pressed the glittering button. A currency in form of gold coins marked with an I an Q disappeared. The screen spun, blurring into pixels as it revolved. Then it landed on — of all things — the outline of a cleavage.

"Bazonga!" the phone chirped, before showing two pixelated tits. A small notice declared, "You now have an increased cup size."

Stella snorted. "Haha. Clever joke." Straps bit into her shoulders and a button of her blouse pressed open. Two breasts spilled from the opening as if the seams on her bra gave way, now suddenly three cup sizes too large.

Clara eyed them up, practically salivating. "It is totally the best!" she repeated.

Stella blinked. Instincts drove her to adjust her posture, thrusting forward her prominent chest.

And again she pressed the button. More of the IQ-coins disappeared. The screen whirled again, showing a picture of an ass. "Bubba bubba," the phone chirped. A feeling like a hot shower caress over her asscheeks, making the cloth on them feel tight and warm. She squirmed and another of her shirt's buttons burst open. The material strained to cover her expanded chest, outlining every contour in perfect detail.

Her ass tingled, a feeling like electric pleasure crackling along every nerve ending. She shuddered involuntarily, her nipples growing taut beneath the confining bra.

"Again, you like still have so many IQs," her friend told her, her tone distant, detached, almost droning. But her gaze, ravenous, locked on Stella's expanded bust.

Stella's hand tightened around the device, her fingers trembling with a mix of fear and fascination. Part of her — a shrinking part — wanted to push the phone away, to run far and fast.

But an overwhelming sense of anticipation, of curiosity, held her captive. What would the game do to her next?

With a slow exhale, Stella tapped the button once more.

This time, the display revealed an outline of a pair of lips, curved and sensual.

"Plush!" the phone sang out, before displaying the image of full glossy lips pouting at her.

Stella's mouth tingled, her lips swelling as if she'd bitten into a ripe piece of fruit. She licked her lips instinctively, the motion sending a thrill through her body. When had the sensation become so intense, so immediate?

She bit her now full, luscious lower lip. "It's totally the best," she whispered, echoing her friend. Clara nodded enthusiastically.

The phone in her palm glowed invitingly, the gacha button beckoning with a hypnotic twinkle. She pressed the screen again, her heart racing, her breath shallow, filled with anticipation.

The digital display whirled and settled on the image of an eye.

Stella felt a rush of vertigo as the image on the screen blurred before her eyes, then zoomed into the pupil, revealing a spiral that spun faster and faster and faster, pulling her in.

"Swirly," it crooned, the word drawing out into a lulling drone that seemed to echo in her mind. The revolving colors sucked out memories of her ambitions and intelligence like a vacuum. IQ points disappeared in a whirlpool as the game sapped it from her brain.

The colors blended together into a warm, swirling mass, each rotation a whisper that called her, caressed her, promised her a world without complexity.

Stella fell into that promise, surrendering to the hypnotic spiral that enveloped her mind, blanketing her consciousness with warmth, with simplicity.

Drool dripped onto her ruined blouse. Her breath came shallow, her lips slightly parted as the spiraling pattern in her gaze robbed her mind of every last scrap of intellect, of reason. All the while Clara sat, her own expression glassy, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Stella's eyes fluttered, once every single point had disappeared. She drew a long breath, blinking once, twice before lifting her eyes to her friend's face. "That was — that was, like, so totally cool." The words, once foreign on her tongue, flowed now as if they'd always been there.

A giggle, a girlish chime Stella never thought she was capable of producing, spilled from her. "Like it's totally the best."

"Yeah. And like wanna know the bestest thing. When you like share it, you can pull again," Clara told her, a vapid happiness lighting up her face, almost glowing.

"Ohhh." The sound came out long and dreamy. "Can I share with, like, anyone?"

Clara giggled again. "Like, anyone with a smart phone." She nodded to Stella's bag.

Without missing a beat, Stella dove for it, pulling her own phone free of its hiding place.

She, like, had to call her roommate.

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Saturdays in bed please

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"Wait, good girl"

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i can’t think

Good girls don't think

Good girls cant think. They just sink, back helplessly into my words over and over while pretty pink thoughts flood their minds. And then you quickly remember you don't need to think, that you're not meant to think. You're meant to be mindless and compliant. You need to obey.

Read and repeat:

"i can't think..."

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America is violently anti-poor.

Conservative Christians love that.

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I just think girls should be tied up and made to have multiple orgasms all whilst being told how pretty they are and how good they taste but that's a personal opinion

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✨reblog if you are horny✨

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