#🍨 anon

[notjustdragonspages]

Did billionaire Donnie earmed that money fairly or with some... Illegal ways?👀

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we all know it was both ways 😏😏

Look at this man, come on

[mspaint-turtles]

AW SNAP WE DOING TURTLE ANONS??

CAN MINE BE IN AN ICE CREAM CONE?

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mmmm ice crea,m,,,,

[itssmerafecameron]

can we cuddle daddy i’m not sure what else can make me better :(

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Of course baby anything for you.

[ftm2bbw]

When that clay idol first showed up in your mail four weeks ago, you didn’t give it much thought. It was a small figurine of a pregnant woman with hips twice as wide as her torso and large teardrop breasts resting on her full-to-bursting stomach. You imagined it was some dumb prank from work (you made a mental note to send HR an email), but the figurine was cute enough so you opted to keep it. Placing it on your nightstand, you would treat it as nothing more than a neat decoration.

On the first day after taking the figure, your body felt bloated. There seemed to be an extra bit of weight your step. Your jeans started hugging your hips ever so slightly. Your belt digged into your waist more than you remembered. There was a tenderness to your breasts and your binder seemed tighter. Your face also felt… different. The skin was clearer and softer. There was a slight gloss to your short hair. Your already delicate peach fuzz seemed fairer. You had even started having these wild cravings and hunger pains. You brushed this all off; you were just imagining things.

Over the next week, these changes became more pronounced. Your legs felt vacuumed sealed in your jeans, displaying your already fairly fat ass. Your stomach poured over the waist in a playful muffin top, even after you had already let your belt out to the last notch. It had even felt surprisingly firmer than usual, with a tightness to the skin. Your breasts had definitely gone up a cup size, they were still quite sore, and it was getting harder to breath in your binder. Your face was clearly softer and showed less stubble, and your hair was reaching down your neck. You thought something was abundantly wrong as you wolfed your second burger for the evening.

They continued into the second week. Your face was completely re-femmed and your hair hung down to your shoulders, shiny and beautiful. You had abandoned your jeans collection for sweat pants after your newly thunderous thighs burst the seams in every pair, though with your door-jamming ass they felt more like yoga pants. Your belly was so much fuller than it was before. You could still pass it off as regular fat with enough creative layering, but underneath it all you know you looked like you were smuggling a ripe county-fair pumpkin. And oh god, your breasts! Any attempt at putting your binders on felt like you were being choked, so with your dysphoria screaming at you, you bought yourself the biggest maternity bra you could find. Even then it wasn’t enough, as your aching breasts spilled out of the cups like watermelon sized water-balloons. It was impossible to hide these. You looked absolutely pregnant with twins. Emphasis on “looked” — you checked, you were negative on every pregnancy test you took. That didn’t stop all the onlookers from telling you how good a mother you would be, how you were “glowing”, how they called you “miss.” It was demoralizing, but from the back of your mind, a little part of you tickled with excitement. Wet patches started forming in the cups.

Week three. You were cashing in all your sick days and staying on the couch eating takeout by the hour. Any pretense of wearing pants was gone, or clothes for that matter. Anything you bought or borrowed  to cover your oil-drum thighs and massive ass would be useless by the next day. You stomach was taut and full, reaching out in front of you like a beach ball with your now inverted belly button as its air nozzle. Your breasts rested at your side, each one only slightly smaller than your belly and completely engorged. Your milk was producing at a rate that overwhelmed the pumps you borrowed and now constantly dribbled onto the floor. Your hair hung down to your mid back, full-bodied like a glamour model, and you lips were plump and pursed. This was beyond a parody of pregnant femininity. You were unrecognizable as the man you are. You didn’t seem to care though; as a consequence of your now constant milking you were in a state of constant pleasure, and any thoughts of dysphoria slipped away.

The fourth and final week. At some point, you had been taken away from your apartment during a post-pump delirium and brought to a temple chamber. You were raised onto a central daïs, your enormous body on display. Unable to stand on your own, you now rested on your stomach, a bulbous sphere the size of a large boulder, dwarfing your original body. Your hips stood twice as wide as you were tall, with ass cheeks bigger than most people and your luxurious hair draping over them. And of course, your breasts. They had finally overcome your belly in size and took up a full half of your body weight. Zeppelins in the truest sense, they rested on the cold stone floor, milk streaming from trashcan-lid sized areolas. Hooded figures came from the shadows and knelt to the ground in worship. Platters of food were laid before you. You were unto a god to them. Delirious with pleasure, you thought to yourself that if they couldn’t see you as the man you were, a fertility god was a good runner up.

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From man to fertility god(dess) in only a month. Fuck...

I would be so conflicted with the continued changes, my body utterly betraying me. Nearly a decade of hard-fought transition undone, and there'd be no going back. But it would be so hard to think straight through the constant need to stuff my face, it would be so hard to fight the deep, mysterious pleasure as my body was reshaped against my will.

I wouldn't be able to stop my hands from wandering, either. Constantly finding myself cupping my heaving tits, or ghosting across my widening hips, or palming my swelling ass, or rubbing at my sensitive belly. Dysphoria and embarrassment and shame screaming in the back of my brain, contrasting with the deep ache between my plush thighs and a deep desire to have others feel me up...

And of course, by the time I was brought to the temple there'd be no fighting it anymore. It would just feel too good to give in, to let others worship my massive, feminine form and taste of my milk. It would feel right.

[sister-lucifer]

ohhh i like green grapes :) lke bacon too, mks me feel like a real puppyboy!! (∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠)

love 🍨non!!!

oh how cute! you silly thing, don’t you know? you are a real puppyboy. i say so, and my word is law. indulge yourself to your heart’s content.

[asinbunn]

hii how r u its been awhile ive been rlly inactive too when u were gone, what have u been up to these days? i hope ur taking care of yourself now? 🤨

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omGr hey icecream anon 😈 how you doing,, I've honestly been feeling fine, I thought of new prompts, rewriting old requests but I stopped mid way through most 😗 not because of procrastination but I've just been drawing for me and my hoebae, doodles and hopefully I can stop procrastinating on her birthday arts before June comes 😰 I've put my writing work on hold for now to draw so yeah 👯 in a WAy i am being cared for by my brother if I'm too lazy to 😞 ty for reaching out🤭

[konniesreality]

Hey konnie! I've been thinking of waking up with all my desires, and I was wondering if this is a good idea? Like through SATS or smth

Do have any ideas of affirmations or scenes to visualize? I was thinking maybe "I have all my desires" along with visualizing my dream life

Would that be enough?

Anyway, have a great day!

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Yes, that affirmation would be enough! But do it because you want to, and feel that it’s right for you. As for visuals, visualize that you are maybe out on a shopping spree, at a restaurant, or just feeling the gratefulness that you did it. 💕 💕

Sorry for late reply!

[goldenempyrean]

Hi!! I was the anon who requested Baby it’s Cold Outside. I forgot to sign off with 🍨

It was super cute! Thank you for taking the time to write it, I loved it. 😍

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Ooh hello!!! :D

Im so glad you enjoyed it, honestly Im so sorry it took so long to do, Im slowly working to get all my way overdue requests done and I thought it was super cute and deserved to get done first :D

[freddyfazbears-kinhelp]

waves

evan afton stimboard with themes of flowers and bunnies/other small cute animals?

:] ty in advance hehe

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posted! i hope you like it. tell me if you want anything different :)

[notjustdragonspages]

Your drawing of smug f!Donnie makes me want to worship him so bad

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please do, he would enjoy it greatly

[niki-phoria]

take as much time as you need to recover, your health comes first before anything. I hope everything is alright and that you’re feeling better soon. take care <3.

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thank you so much <33 tbh i use writing as a coping skill, so posting regularly again and interacting with ppl on here has been really helpful. the support i've gotten from everyone truly means the world to me

[frogchiro]

OMG!! You're finally back 😭!! Been waiting for this moment to be able to see you're account and works back at my page🥲.

Pls don't mind me going feral over your new works👀. It's like a delicious treat after a long damn ass week doing nothing but school works and attending class😩😩.

Luvv you and your works <3333

I also made up my mind ever since that today I shall be:

-🍨 anon

HELLO 🍨anon!! Glad to have you here under your new emoji! And thank you for the kind words, although after my grand return i haven't been able to write much bc i had a sleepover with my friend and i was so terribly tired after a whole night and then binging alice in borderland in one day that i couldn't even get my brain to work :')

But worry not!! Today i plan on getting back into it and finally publish the delicious naga! Pantalone thirst♡

[itssmerafecameron]

mm why are people so mean i try to be so nice but they are just so rude daddy :(

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I don’t know baby because I know my girl is the kindest girl in the world.

[ftm2bbw]

He had you tied to a solid oak table, wrists and ankles handcuffed to the corners. A spotlight shone down on you in a darkened room. You had been stripped down, nothing but your shorts and a binder, feeling the cold wood against your lower back. You were struggling, fighting against your restraints, when he brought out the flashing lights and the syringes. He made you look deep into the lights, to focus intently on the patterns. There was a pin prick against your neck, and suddenly you felt at ease. He told you that you didn’t want to leave and you wanted to do everything he asked of you. Half-lidded and drowsy, you agreed. He produced another larger syringe and injected it into your breasts. This would help you ripen up, he told you. He pulled a lever and the table rose to a forty-five degree angle. You were given your favourite flavour of gainer shake and told to drink.

Your breasts slowly but surely started to blossom over the week. You could feel it too, every ounce of fat growing into your chest, the way your milk ducts buzzed and multiplied with excitement, how your skin stretched to make room for it all. Every hour brought another inch. By the end of the week the were the size of ripe pumpkins, and just as firm, pushing your binder to point of uselessness. They were begging to be felt up, to have a pair of strong hands massage and work them into production, to have someone pinch you and suckle on you until you came. You were so wet and squirming, writhing under your restraints for release. You needed to be fucked so badly, to be bred. Your captor would return for more injections and shakes and to remind you with the pulsing lights how you needed obey.

The next week came and the growth had sped up. Each breast weighed as much as a full-grown man and spread out onto the table, smothering your torso and leaving your binder a torn spandex vest. They pulsed and heaved with every breath, shaking and quivering as they kept growing before your eyes. The ducts inside were swollen to bursting. Gallons of sweet cream roiled and sloshed inside of your heaving bosom. Your nipples stuck out like thick glassware, your areolas like plates. You were beyond desperate to have someone else’s hands on them. Your captor returned on the last day and gave you your final injection into your abdomen. He began to strip himself as he said you were ready.

He cut your shorts off with his scissors, exposing your vagina, dripping with anticipation. He pulled out a headband with cow ears and a cowbell necklace and put them on you. As you saw his cock swell and pulse, he told you you were only allowed to say “moo” and that it was time for the good little dairy cow to be bred for the production line. You blushed, bit your lips, and softly mooed.

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I'd fight it so hard at first, fighting my binds at every session. Trying my hardest to escape, to not pay attention to the lights, to not give in to my conditioning.

I'd try so hard to not give in to how good my tits felt, feeling so damn betrayed by my own body. I'd try so hard not to focus on how badly they needed to be touched and massaged, how badly they needed to produce and be milked.

But of course my resolve would only weaken as my tits ballooned, and the deep, needy ache between my legs would only grow more intense with every passing day. Somewhere in the back of my addled brain I'd be so humiliated, so embarassed. But it wouldn't stop my tits and womb from pulsing with hot, throbbing need.

Until finally...

Moo...

[sister-lucifer]

ahhhh thnk you, i get nerves real easily

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love,🍨anon

aww, don’t worry baby, i won’t bite or stab or slap unless you expressly ask for it. why don’t we get to know each other a bit, hm? if that’s alright with you. you seem like a sweetheart.

[asinbunn]

Masked Bunnies × Anon List

🍀 anon, 🍨 anon, coming soon ?