Will gladly talk about bimbofication with like minded people.Just a 30 bimbo gal looking for blogs that peak my interest and kinks(like body augmentation,hucow,lactation and bimboification)while maybe finding people to talk to. Hoping to become the Hitomi Takana of my generation or better. Not into findom at all so please don’t ask me to be a sub if your going to lead into that. I am into a gentle Femdom who is ok with teaching and helping me learn. Please don’t follow if your a child for the safety of you and others/my blog.
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Reblog if your tits are free-use stress balls for any lesbian who needs them
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Zero suit Bridget
Hey y'all! I know I'm a bit late on this trend, but I just HAD to stick my favorite girls in this situation! And I mean honestly is anyone gonna complain about more zero suit cosplays?
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Implants are perfect. Implants are round. Implants are plastic. Implants are firm. Implants are feminine.
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Truly the one and only GOAT.
Tribute to the best, Hitomi tanaka. (with a couple of morphs at the end, cause who wouldn't want huge to be even bigger.)
If you have any growth content featuring her, please send them to me!
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Truly the one and only GOAT.
Tribute to the best, Hitomi tanaka. (with a couple of morphs at the end, cause who wouldn't want huge to be even bigger.)
If you have any growth content featuring her, please send them to me!
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It might seem like a small thing to the rest of the world.
But for a transfem girl standing alone in front of her mirror, hands trembling slightly as she brushes her fingertips over the gentle rise of her new A-cups… it’s everything.
It’s months of uncertainty melting into quiet victory. It’s proof that her body is listening, changing, softening—becoming hers.
It’s the moment where dysphoria loses one of its claws, even just for a heartbeat.
And maybe she laughs a little, maybe she cries. Maybe she snaps a hundred secret selfies she’ll never post—or maybe she sends one to a girl she trusts, hoping for a blushing heart-eye emoji in return.
Because there's something deeply sapphic in that mirror-glance. In the gentle pride. In the soft ache of wanting someone else to trace those new lines with reverence.
To hold her from behind, rest their chin on her shoulder, and murmur, “You’re so pretty. Can I touch?”
And maybe she giggles, a little breathless, before whispering, “Yeah… please.”
It’s not just breast growth. It’s a moment of becoming. A celebration. A quiet revolution in the shape of softness.
And it deserves to be seen.
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The Primal Urge.
The primal urge to softly pin a cute trans girl against the wall while she’s passionately rambling about her hyper-specific nerdy obsession? It should be studied. Like, there’s something dangerously adorable about the way her eyes light up when she starts info-dumping, completely unaware of how kissable she looks mid-sentence. You don’t want to interrupt her—but gods, you do want to press your lips to hers just to see if her voice catches when your hands slip a little lower.
She’s talking about lore, or mechanics, or some obscure anime theory, and all you can think about is how badly you want to take control—not to silence her, but to show her she’s wanted, and loved in all her passionate chaos.
Honestly? Studying her would be the best kind of science. Hypothesis: cute nerd girls deserve to be adored, spoiled, and lovingly ruined.
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