#like my right breast is already noticeably bigger than my left

[gay-nidoking]

My right breast is doing a lot of weird shit and I'm trying to stay calm 💀

[vixensp1ce]

fem!reader, under the cut

you've never seen dan heng this intense before - his eyes glowing with hunger in the dim, his mouth greedy for his next bite of your skin. his hands are everywhere, tearing at your clothing, holding you close, tipping your head back so he can decorate it with his marks.

you knew animals had rut seasons, but never did you imagine dragons did, too. all words had fallen away to grunts and groans, quiet dan heng even more silent now as he worked on you.

with your head tipped back, clinging onto his shoulders, the room fills with the sound of your pleasure.

"oh, heng, right there, yes-" he scissors his fingers, knuckles curling as you let him know where it feels best. his pants are so tight, he wants nothing but to pounce and make you cum on his dick over and over again, but he maintains enough sanity to prepare you for what he has planned.

he can feel your moans and pleas in his jaw as he bites and marks you up, your neck already littered with blooming kisses. but your breasts, oh, imagine having his offspring feed right here, heavy and swollen with life. the vision feels like heaven to him, and he sucks relentlessly on one nipple, his fingers pinching the other.

"he~ng," you moan, coming messily around his fingers. "heng, heng, oh, so... ah~"

"yeah," he mutters, the first words he's said since he locked the door and manhandled you into his lap. your clothes are on the floor, your bra hanging around your waist because he couldn't be bothered to take it off. "my turn."

freeing his aching member, you can't help but bite back a whimper. he's too big, even bigger than usual, a pulsing vein running from base to tip you know you'll feel in your guts.

"it's okay." his eyes soften as he notices your nervousness. "i'll be gentle."

he helps you undress carefully, doing the same for himself, but as soon as he replaces you on his lap, he can feel his control slipping away again. you're so adorable, gaze flickering over him as if you don't know where to look.

"gentle," he mutters, half to himself, lowering you by your hips onto him. you jerk forward, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to anchor yourself as his head pushes past your entrance.

"don't think i- ah, heng, so big-" you stammer, dropping your head onto his shoulder to look. there's still so much of him left, glistening with your arousal dripping down onto him. you raise yourself, trying to pull out, and cry out involuntarily as he hardens even further and catches onto your walls.

"sorry," he murmurs, humanity already slipping away. "dragon."

dan heng slides you down, inch by inch, and you're already whimpering and shaking, close to release. the vein throbs against something raw deep inside you, and it takes everything in his being not to ravage you right there and then, ribbed walls fluttering so frantically, trying to accommodate him.

he brings his nose to your pulse, trying to distract himself. a mistake. your pulse jumps in time with your pussy, and he growls and thrusts up, hard.

you cry out, coming immediately, and he does too, supporting you against him as he loses himself in how warm and wet you are.

"dan heng, please, please," you wail in pleasure, nails scoring marks down his shoulders as he hoists you up, still bouncing you on his dick, the tip nudging open your cervix, spilling his cum inside.

as he takes you to bed, all you can think of is, this is going to be a long night.

[inviouswriting]

Tying a knot

This post is 18+ so use caution when reading my content.

This is a smut.

Zhongli x fem!reader

Short one and inspired off an art piece I saw.

Warnings below 

Warnings include - Knotting, size difference, body augmentation, monster cock, affection, oral, fingering, established relationship.

You are aware that Zhongli has multiple forms and can manipulate his body to some degree even without his gnosis. The former archon lets you satisfy your curiosities when you give him an odd request. Nothing braced him for the subject of a knot.

“Why that my dear?” Gold eyes regard you warm, hands holding your face with thumbs brushing over your cheeks. You had spent some time reading on animals and how some for mating had knots. Zhongli doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flush at his question.

“Well... I wonder how it would feel...” Serene eyes take in every part of your face, and he bows his head to press a simple kiss on your lips.

“You do know the purpose of a knot, right? And what you are asking of me is to augment my body. I will warn you in advance that it will be a bit bigger than what you are use to already with me. Do you really want this?” Zhongli tugs you into his lap to get you to look him in his eyes for this answer. He wants to be sure.

“I am aware what a knot is for, to make a mating more successful by acting as a plug to well keep everything from leaking out.” You feel your face heat up saying it and more when he nods his head in agreement.

“I will make it more enjoyable to you. We will be spending good time afterwards... connected. If this is truly what you desire. Go prepare for me and I will meet you in our bedroom. I will treat you well tonight, and you will know nothing but endless pleasure.” With that he kisses you in a promise. You murmur into the kiss feeling his hands squeeze onto your thighs making you grind against him.

You return his kiss almost melting into the way he kisses you so tender and sweet, that kindness hiding the beast underneath, that you see at the edges of his amber eyes. A reminder of what he once was.

You are let go and do as he instructs you to clean yourself and prep for him, from bathroom to stretching your body for being bent in different positions. You decide to slip on the sheer gown that you wore on your wedding night. Waiting for your husband now to join you, thinking of what he has in store for you.

When Zhongli does join you, you notice the immediate difference in his demeanor and dress. His arms and legs with black and gold decorating them. He looks at you like you are prey for him, and you are underneath that stare he holds for you. You instinctively close your legs out of anticipation, grinding your thighs together when he opens the white robe, he has held onto from his archon days.

Your eyes travel down the toned form taking in the details of the veins on his body, how everything seems to light at his core. When he lowers the front of the robe for you to see his penis is when you bite your lip. One of his hands is wrapped at the base to show the thickness, more than what you knew you’ve felt before with the egg toys he sometimes puts into you, or subtly increases his size with his power. He was big normally, here he looks like he is half dragon.

The shaft itself had uniqueness with bumps and ridges you don’t see on a normal man, he modified himself specifically to your wants with a thick knot just above the base. You can’t wait to feel him; that you whine for him, getting him to raise his stare towards you.

“I take... you like what you see my dearest?” Zhongli kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands gliding up underneath the silk fabric he has peeled from you before. Like he is unwrapping a special gift starting at your neck. You intake a larger breath as cool air touches your skin while the backs of his gold hands start coursing down your breasts and skin.

“I do like it, and my archon is a generous man.” You see the curve of his lips upward into a smile at your words. He takes your left hand and places a kiss over the cor lapis band that decorates your finger, then presses your hand to his face where he kisses the side of it while watching your face flush from how tender he is knowing he will soon make you do embarrassing sounds and things.

Zhongli presses a full kiss to your lips, and you eagerly return it. Your arms looping around his neck to hold him there when he prods your lips with his tongue seeking entry. You feel his hands glide up your breasts squeezing them and tugging on nipples to elict moans from you. You whimper into the kiss as his left-hand travels down coaxing you to open your thighs to him. His fingers petting along the slit making you push up to his hand to get him to touch deeper.

“I added a bit more just for you.” You wonder what he means, but soon feel him slip down between your legs. A sight only to you with how Zhongli bows his head down between them, kissing his way while his fingers slip along your folds to spread them open to his eyes. You feel your face flush as he fits between your legs, looping your legs over his shoulders.

You feel him tug you by your hips and angles you, so he has better access to your pussy, spreading you entirely for himself. You cover your face in response to him staring at you like this, seeing how soaked you are and still dribbling juices. He dips his head, and you feel Zhongli drag his tongue from the hole to your clit. Your reaction is anticipated with him gripping your thighs tighter to not get kicked as he does it again, holding you in place.

Your hands go into his hair as you whine from your throat at him lapping and slipping his tongue inside of you. Zhongli engulfs your slit with his mouth, slipping his tongue to swirl circles around your clit till your legs shake from sensitivity.

Zhongli keeps your folds spread while he eats you out, his senses overwhelmed with your scent and how good you taste to him. You can’t wriggle from his grasp except the occasional jolt from when he passes his tongue over the nub to suckle on it. He needed you wet for what he wants to do and aching for him.

“Morax!” You shrink down underneath him ignoring the feeling of your belly tightening of a pending orgasm. He fully sucks on the nub till your back arches off the bed and your feet dig into his back to get closer to his mouth. To your dismay he stops and looks up at you with a hungered stare you are familiar with.

“I believe you are ready now. But to be sure...” Zhongli gets up and fits himself between your legs again. He reaches over to collect a bottle of oil he uses with you to keep you from getting dry or getting him stuck. You watch him spread it all over his shaft and pump himself a few times ensuring the oil is well on the ridges he created for you, and the knot for when it will be inside.

“Intimidated?” He catches you staring at his dick, and he grabs one of your hands to touch him, how defined yet soft the ridges are, how they get bigger the closer to the knot they are. The tip is more pointed than the soft blunt edge you normally feel. You wonder how that will feel against your deepest part.

Zhongli gets you onto your hands and knees to properly take you and lay with you in his arms comfortably afterwards. You bite your lip feeling the tip pressed to your pussy, and intake a breath of air when he pushes in. The head easy to slip in, and the first few ridges till he gets to the third one. Thicker than his usual size at first, but you take him well, hearing him hum behind you and press his forehead to your back. The fourth ridge makes you chew your lip and fifth makes you moan out as it is before the knot itself.

“That’s my girl... you feel amazing... the last part won’t be pushed in till later.” He teases you with the feel of it being pushed against the tight ring like he could fuck you with it too. You want him to do so but know it will happen when you are much lost in pleasure. Zhongli begins to pull back and thrust forward letting you feel each ribbed edge, causing you to grip the bedsheets below tight as he pushes back to the knot.

You haven’t felt anything like this, how each ridge itself rubs inside never failing to make you squirm and cry in pleasure for him. Zhongli gets you to lower your head to the bed as he thrusts wilder inside you pulling back only to go back to that spot threatening to push in as deep as his shaft is his patience wins out over his primal desire.

“Morax! Morax!!” He hears you cry into the pillow as he grips your waist to pull into each thrust. Your mind heavy with pleasure till your toes curl and have cum three times just from his dick thrusting in and out. The sensitivity fierce as he grinds himself inside you to hear the squeak you make when the tip nearly bumps your cervix.

“I! Ah! I! AH! Rex Lapis! Morax! Zhongli! I feel! I feel so hot! I AHH!!!” You push your hips back and feel the moment he pushes pass that last barrier embedding the knot inside of you and moaning out himself at feeling how tight you are around it. His eyes clouding over in lust as he begins to thrust wilder into you giving you barely time to adjust to being stretched wide, feeling the tip now digging against your cervix as if finding that one little spot that will spill cum into your womb directly.

You are mindless to what you feel, your body alight with pleasure, your mind only focused on the sensation of the ridges and knot embedded as he grinds against you down to his balls. A kiss on the side of your face, Zhongli collects your legs in his hands and lifts you up to have you pressed against him, with him holding you in place with ease getting you to sink deeper on each thrust up into you.

Zhongli feels you cum again in a squirt, you are unbearably tight again as he keeps thrusting till, he is sure he is against the spot he wants. You feel the swell of the knot bigger, continuous unrelenting thrusts. You hear him groan into your ear as he pushes your hips down into each thrust till, he buries deep and holds you there after your seventh orgasm and cums hard into you. Your belly feels full, and your hands even go over where you feel him spurting it in, a deep blush on your face from the throbbing you feel.

You and him stay there for a moment like that, Zhongli still painfully hard and you notice this even after one round of him spilling into you.  

“Four more...” You hear from him, and he pushes your head down to the bed as he mounts you again a lot rougher than the last romp, pulling you into each thrust he makes. Feeling him draw all the way back till the tip of his cock is at the opening then thrusts back in pass the knot just to hear you scream his name in pure pleasure.

He keeps this pace till you have come three times from that pace and him twice. The knot working to prevent anything leaking out except when he pulls back. You have bites all over your neck and shoulders from where he digs his teeth in after he feels particularly good.  

“You’re taking me so well, I am proud of you, my love. I wish you can see how good you take this cock. The sight of you gripping the sheets, how our cum drips onto the surface. How you are mine, only mine.” You feel fingers slip underneath to rub your clit making you shudder in pure pleasure and add to the mess you two are making.

Zhongli manages to get you onto your back for the third romp, needing to see what face you make as he is so deep within you. How you plead with him with your eyes for more. Your lip trembling as he kisses you tenderly admits the rough treatment. Or how you stare back into his gold eyes with a knowing reverence when he spills his seed inside again, nestled against that one spot.

The last romp between you two, he has you on your side, letting you bite into his hand as he is relentless again. His pace set to where he thrusts with the whole of his cock from tip to balls making you scream and cry into his arm from how intense you feel. Zhongli keeps your leg up while he thrusts into you, growls are made into your ear, and you lost count of how many orgasms he made you have on this round.

The swell you feel is more than the first one, and with him playing with your clit to further you into your next orgasm tells you this is your last one when you squirm your hips close to his fingers. He tugs and rolls the nub in his fingers as you pant till you cum in a full squirt, coating his fingers and dick in your juices while he buries deep till you feel his tip push pass the cervix enough after prodding it enough and you feel more cum spilled directly inside.

You pant and cry from how intense the orgasm is, Zhongli kissing your face and pampering you in affection. His hands rubbing your shoulders and arms to calm you down. You are cuddled into his arms and face nuzzled with kisses on your cheek in apology for being rough. You scoot closer to his arms, feeling them wrap around you as you feel comfortable and protected in those black and gold arms.

“How long till it goes down?” You shyly ask your husband when he kisses each of your fingers. The twitch inside of you said something else as you attentively squeeze him to feel how hard he is still.

“If you do that again, I will have to take you longer. The knot will be there for at least ten or fifteen minutes. Enough time to decide if we’re too tired to keep going, or... see if I can rouse you for another.” He kisses along your neck and nibbles your cheek. You gasp light when he rolls his hips against yours, your belly full of his cum and the knot starting to reduce depending on what you both do. You bite your lip part of you wants to keep going, see how much you can milk him of.  

Your body protests however with going limp in his arms after one kiss to your nose. Zhongli chuckles at your response collecting you into his arms and tugging the cloak he wore over you both till he can withdraw from your body.

“Rest for now, and I’ll take care of you. We can continue after you rest.” You nod as your limbs shake from the overstimulation you endured. He warms your hands between his palms, looking at your wedding band with reverence.

“Thank you, my Archon.” A purring growl is emitted in your ear, and you shrink down against his waist grinding against him.

“Anything for you my dear sweet beloved. I will take you again, in front of a mirror so you can see what I saw.” You feel your face flush again and gold eyes regard you with mischief.

“You thought we were done? We only began this mating cycle tonight. And I can go for hours. You’ll work on your endurance.” He kisses your shoulder and traces your back with his fingers making you shiver in response.

“Yes... you will enjoy this night.”  

[noroi1000]

Yo! Can u do Boyfriend Gojo × Y/N

Where they get bored n then y/n suggests to do a fun role-playing game for passing time where she acts like a waitress welcoming gojo in her restaurant(imaginary) n he sits on the couch imagining it as luxurious chair of the restaurant or smtg n when she asks him "what would u like to eat sir?" He says "I would love to eat You~" then y/n becomes shocked n goes like "Gojo ur literally a customer in a Restaurant so act like one!" N then he gives some cocky reply like "isn't the work of a waiter is to listen to the customer?" then he makes things heated n then... ;)

(No need to write same exact dialogs btw I just wrote them for a reference)

Make it NSFW obv hehe 🍡

Thx in Advance I will be waiting for the reply ;)

Homemade Maid Cafe

Paring: Gojo x reader

pictures not mine!

Warnings: smut (sex on table, maid outfit, role-playing)

"(y/n)-chan, (y/n)-chan! Let's play something!"

You looked at your boyfriend who was standing next to you. Preventing you from leaving the wall you were standing against.

"A maid cafe?" you asked.

"Yeah! You know... I'm bored." He laughed.

"I noticed, Satoru. Also, I've seen you looking at descriptions about coffee shops like this." You said, waiting for what he would say next.

"You know, I was thinking... And I feel like playing role-play..." He muttered with a smile.

"It'll be dinner soon. But I'll play with you." You said looking towards the kitchen. Hoping to escape before he catches you.

Such fun always ends with one...

Especially if you're going to play it with him...

He put his hand on the wall behind you.

"Honey, you just recently said you were bored. Me too. So we can play something. Now." He smiled. "Besides, it's good. We will eat dinner. How about you be my waitress?"

You looked at him blushing. Even if you proposed it to him.

You know what he means...

Whenever he's bored, his thoughts come out as something perverted. When he's not trying to convince you to have sex, he's saying something related to it. Or touches you.

And this is something like this.

Or maybe he just wants something like this?

You won't know until you see it.

"Fine... What should I do?" you asked, watching his smile grow bigger every second.

He left for a while and then came back, handing you a transparent package with a maid's outfit inside.

"You've prepared for this, haven't you?"

You picked up the outfit.

You don't know if he was tying the right size.

Besides, you know exactly that he knows your clothes sizes. So it's no wonder he brings you outfits that fit.

But it's a bit smaller.

And you know exactly why. This man loves to watch you put on his clothes. He feels so proud then. And you look nice wearing his shirt hanging off your body. Or that his shirt sticks to your breasts sometimes. Especially when you don't wear a bra and your nipples stick out.

Then shivers run down his spine and the heat only goes between his legs, pumping blood to the body part he's been using too much on you already.

And even more, he loves to see you in clothes that cling to your body. Showing him every roundness.

At least this outfit is not a variety for a small child. You'll fit in it easily.

You're only concerned about the length of the skirt.

He might as well have bought it at a sex shop. And in such a store there are no other outfits than those that are too short, revealing too much, or those that have holes in the material in places other than just for legs, arms and head.

"I've been wondering what you'd look like in this for a while."

You took your clothes to the bathroom and started changing.

When you left, you saw him sitting on the couch with his legs spread. And in front of him was the low table that had been in the living room for as long as you can remember.

"You look beautiful!" He said cheerfully.

"Sir, it's not nice to comment so loudly on the waitress' outfit." You said getting into the role.

If he laughs at it, you'll burn with shame.

Or you burn him.

You could have made up a funeral game or an accountant game. Nah... If you were playing funeral and the table or the bed was a fake coffin, he'd jump on you and start fucking you...

If you were playing accounting, he'd make you change into a skirt, shirt, and jacket, and he'd throw you on the desk and fuck you. So either way, it's going to end badly.

At least now while you're his "waitress", you can go up to him, ask him what he wants to eat, then you'll serve him his dinner, and that's it...

"You should sit at the kitchen table. It would look more like a restaurant." You said pointing to the chairs.

"Nope. I'm in a fancy restaurant where I'm sitting on the couch. And I'm served by the most beautiful waitress." He smiled wildly, looking at your body over his glasses.

"Fine." You reached into the apron you were wearing and pulled out the small notebook that came with it.

You walked over to him.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" You asked.

Maybe he'll like this game if you fit your role perfectly.

He was staring at the table with his fingers on his chin.

You thought he was thinking about what's for dinner tonight so he could say it.

He suddenly smiled and looked at you.

"Oh, I know. I'd like to order an orange juice." he said looking at you.

You wrote it down in a little notebook.

"What to eat?" You asked with a pen ready to write on a piece of paper.

"I'd like to eat you~."

You widened your eyes at his perverted comment.

You looked at him and, shocked, decided to step out of your role for a moment to tell him your opinion.

"Satoru, you are literally a restaurant customer. So act like a customer!" you said before clearing your throat. "So what would you like to eat?"

"I want to eat you, baby."

You thought you'd break a pink pen in your hand when you heard that.

"You should not -".

He interrupted you.

"Excuse me, but isn't a waiter's job to listen to the customer?" There was still a smile on his face.

You decided to stay calm and continue.

"Today I'm offering you baked chicken with vegetables." You said with a smile.

"No thanks. I feel like something different today."

"What is this?"

You wanted to come over and throw that pen at him if he said anything about eating you.

"Something sweet."

You nodded. It was normal.

"What exactly?" you asked.

"Uhm... your sweet pussy~."

You clenched your fists and wanted to punch him.

But how much he only mentioned about fucking you made you wet.

Why don't you play his game?

It can be interesting and enjoyable.

"What exactly do you want, sir?" You asked again.

"Your body now on this table. No panties, pussy towards me."

More moisture gathered between your legs.

"Perhaps you prefer chicken, though? I recommend it." You said with a smile.

Suddenly he got up.

"No. I want my order. That's what I said. Unless you want me to talk to your boss."

Oh yes, you want to play this game.

"boss? Why boss, sir? I don't want to lose my job. Chicken is our dish of the day..." you said softly. Getting into the role too much.

A dangerous customer in a restaurant? Oh yes.

"I want my order. I'll come for chicken another time. I know it's probably delicious." he replied.

"Please sir-."

"I'm going to the boss. Guide me. I'll turn to him and you will be punished."

"Oh no! Please! Don't tell the boss! I will be a good waitress. I don't want to lose this job. Please sir~."

Hearing your sounds made his cock harden in his pants.

"Will you be a good little waitress and fill my order? I'm really hungry. And really generous. I'll tip you for a job well done." He said as he sat back on the couch.

He spread his legs, showing how comfortable he felt.

This game was interesting...

You walked over to the empty table in front of him and slowly pulled your panties off.

You knelt in front of him, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling the material down.

Allowing the hard, standing cock to pop out.

"Here is your order. I hope you will enjoy the service and the meal."

Saying that, you opened your mouth, letting the mushroom pink tip into your mouth. Listening to his contented purr.

  As your pussy dripped from how aroused you were by sucking him, he pushed your face away.

He let you straighten up as you knelt in front of him.

"Is that what you ordered?" You asked innocently.

"Yeah. The appetizer was perfect. Please give me the main course." he said with a smile and gestured for you to turn around.

He pushed you gently onto the table until your breasts were pressed against the wood.

He pushed the couch with his foot so he could kneel behind you and have plenty of room.

He lifted your skirt and curved it, arranging the fabric so it wouldn't get in the way.

He put his knee between your calves, signaling you to spread your legs.

As you did, he also placed his other knee between your calves, widening your stance even a little more.

Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip against your shiny pussy, sliding down your hole and slapping against your clit.

"Mhm~ The main course looks delicious~." he murmured before inserting the tip into you

You purred as you lay on the table, feeling him slowly fill you up and then pull you out to hit you deep next time.

"A sweet waitress like you is perfect for customer service." He said placing his hands on your hips, lifting them slightly. He held to get the leverage so he could fuck you at a fast pace.

The moisture that gathered in your warm core allowed him to do so.

"This is a perfectly prepared meal. Nothing is dry. It's juicy and delicious. I want to eat a dish like this more often~" he moaned pulling your hips closer as he fucked you.

As you moaned, you searched for anything to put your hands there.

You found the corner of the table with one hand.

His hips hit yours at breakneck speed. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The fact that your body was pressed against the table made the table scrape on the floor. And you, too, felt the strength and speed of his thrusts.

Your belly, or rather lower abdomen, was pressed against the wood. That's why you felt even more clearly how he pressed deep inside you, in a straight line. Reaching even deeper.

Even if your eyes were watery, behind your mouth drooling, you found your way to his body with your hand.

And you put your hand right over his cock.

The way you could feel the veins under his skin under your fingers. And the fine pubic hair he sometimes doesn't shave off. Not that it bothers you.

He slowly began to stretch out. He left only the tip inside, but as he moved, his cock snapped back, slamming the tip wet in your fluids into his stomach.

Thus touching your hand.

"You're a nice waitress. I'm a generous customer, and in return for such a delicious meal, I'll tip you."

He suddenly thrust into you again, moving inside you even faster. Making you scream and cry as you lay on the table. Your legs twitched as you tried to tighten them, but his knees prevented you from doing so.

You couldn't stop a client who was making your pussy spasm. That held you in place and prevented you from changing position.

His tip for you was too nice.

As he placed his thumb on your clit, you reached for his wrist to stop him.

But before you could push his fingers away, you came, spilling your juices all over him. Tightening it, alternately pushing out waves of your wetness that made it so slippery. However, he continued to move within you. But he slowed down to only slow thrusts so as not to leave you empty.

Then he pulled a length of it out of you with a loud, wet sound.

Your body was shaking and your face was red. When he touched the tip of your pussy, you let out a soft moan.

He covered wet length with his boxers, and lifted you off the floor.

Swinging you gently over his shoulder.

"I think I'd like some more dessert. I've got a craving for that pussy. It looks sweet and delicious~."

You can't... Especially with his mouth pressing into your pussy...

But well, your client is your master. You listen to what your boyfriend/customer says.

Humming, he went to your bedroom.

Oh... You forgot to bring him the orange juice he wanted...

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 401: Upstairs, Downstairs, p1

Several hours she’d spent, already, with his head cradled to her left breast as he slept on his back, suckling. She’d turned off her bedside lamp a while ago, though light still filtered in through the open doorway . The dry-nursing was calming for him, he’d drift in and out of it gently in his sleep. Meanwhile Melissa kept him awash in the pheromones she could titer from her skin, perfumes that could keep him calm, warm and sweeten his dreams. She concentrated, adjusting her levels, adjusting the weight of her enormous boob on his face to make sure he could breathe.

There you go, baby. Keep sucking. This is good. This is good practice.

She, though, was doing more than just helping him get good sleep. She’d decided, he’d agreed. We talked about it earlier tonight, right? He was going to help her get bigger, and, maybe even more exciting, he was going to allow her to change him, work on him too.

She could make them into the perfect couple, all it would take is a little time. So she, now, was starting to do just that. Learning, as she rested on him, how to release the perfect mixture of the perfumes she was bathing him in. As he rested, sleeping with her breast in his mouth, she let her pheromones flow, his little nose breathing them in right from her tit as he gently suckled in his sleep. Calm him, coddle him, shrink him. These perfumes, she knew, along with the right affirmations, could make him into the perfect boyfriend.

Look at him. His head’s so much smaller than my breast already. I could make him disappear under there.

She turned herself at the torso, a little, just to see it, to try it. The swell of her boob blotted out his entire face.

Melissa giggled.

She pulled back, not wanting to accidentally smother him in his sleep. She looked at him, thinking, imagining him exactly as she wanted. The feeling was strong, how her body could become his planet, bring him into her orbit, pulling him into her with her gravity, and he would fall right into her. She saw how he’d continued to dry-nurse, and she cooed down to him. Her energies were aligning with his, bringing him deeper into her sphere of influence, eclipsing him.

“Baby,” she purred, “My little baby Jay…”

She repositioned him a bit, scootching up his pillows. She watched him suck, and saw how content he was at her nipple. More pheromones, more perfume. He looks so peaceful, so satisfied and happy. Look what I can do. She was so proud.

She was so proud, and so relaxed.

Melissa heard Randi returning with the workers a while ago. She had asked her to bring in a small crew of her little worker-monkeys from the office to fix up what she and Jay had broken, to try to get the living room back into shape by morning.  With her ultra-sensitive hearing, Melissa found that she could follow all the little noises and conversations downstairs - which mostly entailed Randi speaking sternly, ordering the men around, being her perfectly bossy self and using that mouth of hers to keep them in line. She sounded frustrated, saying a few naughty things more than once, but she was getting the job done and keeping things in line. Melissa smiled. Good. It felt nice to have someone she could trust.

Yes, so Melissa was just so…relaxed. She noticed that Jay, on the other hand, was starting to get kinda fussy in his sleep, at her breast. It was just after midnight. She did her best to look into him, try to read his face, his emotions, and as much as she could of his slumbering thoughts and dreams. Maybe he didn’t like the presence of these other men in the house. Is that it, sweetie? Do they make you nervous?

Otherwise, though, she watched him carefully, and noticed him smacking his lips, shuddering a little as he struggled at her nipple.

I bet your mouth is getting dry, isn’t it?

She looked down at him and pouted. Yeah, he was getting a little uncomfortable, and she needed to help. The last thing she wanted to do was disturb this quiet, romantic moment, but she felt she had to, for him. Just for a little bit anyway. So, she gently peeled him away, pulling his lips away with a warm <pop> as they seemed to want to stick to her nipple. “Sssh shh shh honey, it’s okay,” she said, as he reflexively clung to her in his sleep, as if not wanting to let go. Ooo you really don’t want me to leave, hm?  “Don’t worry I’ll be back,” she said tenderly, and - after laying him gently back into his pillows - sat up out of bed. She found a thin terry cloth robe to slide into, loosely tying it around her waist before she touched a kiss from her fingers to his pallid forehead. She carefully stepped out of the room to go check on things downstairs. And grab something from the fridge.

She eased the bedroom door shut behind herself to allow him more peace sleeping. He needed his rest;  things would be changing again for him very soon. She slowly walked to the stairs. Her first step down caused a loud creak, as the weight she’d been putting on recently strained the bones of the staircase. That made her smile, and indeed she heard the workers down in the living room stop, listen. She thought she even heard their heartbeats quicken. They know I’m coming. She made sure her next footsteps were just as loud, making the whole house groan as she descended.

At the base of the steps she turned, tightened her robe about herself - not for warmth, but to make sure her silhouette was as impressive as possible as she came into view. The robe fell short on her 6’8'' frame, exposing her long, shapely, and immensely powerful legs. Its belt cinched around her waspish waist, highlighting her hourglass figure even further. With one quick look at herself in the foyer mirror, she knew: These boys aren’t ready for this.

Stepping around the corner, she was rewarded with an audience of seven. Randi, reclining on the couch, and six wide-eyed men who had already dropped the tools they’d been using, letting them clatter to the ground. She appreciated the attention, but knew they had much work to do. They had to patch drywall, reattach damaged light fixtures and repair the dining room table. She studied them. Some of them had newly-shaved heads, all were wearing identical plain brown uniforms.

“Hi boys,” she purred, feeling the deepening of her voice rattle the windows, “thanks for coming by.”

What followed made Randi laugh, in her smoky chuckle. “Guys. Please. Manners,” she instructed, incredulous at how the mere sight of her friend - as statuesque and drop-dead gorgeous as she was -  absolutely paralyzed these morons. She marveled at how none of them could even look at Missy, and now stood, hands clasped as if in prayer, with eyes cast to the floor. She had to admit, herself, that Melissa struck quite the sight, even in just a bathrobe. Where Randi was impressed, though, the men were utterly flabbergasted.

Sigh. “I hope they weren't bothering you Missy, being too loud,” Randi offered to her friend, before turning her attention back to the men with as much patience as she could muster, “Come on, be polite. Say hello.”

“Ms. Monroe, th-thank you,” one of them began, “thank you for letting us-“

“For letting us come here,” chimed in another, “help you-“

“Serve you,” added a third.

‘Serve you’?!? thought Randi with an audible laugh, astonished by the effect her friend had on these apes.

“Yes, thank you Ms. Monroe.”

“Please, boys, call me Melissa,” she purred, noticing how none of them, still, had the nerve  to even glance up at her. ‘Ms. Monroe’ was my moth-…well, not even my mother was Ms Monroe. Anyway, I prefer ‘Melissa’.”

Though maybe I should come up with something else you all can start calling me.

“Yes Ma’am,” answered one of the workers.

“Yes who?” Melissa reminded, the question hanging in the air.

“Y-Yes M’ammmelissa…ma’-mmm.” The man’s response died in his throat.

Both Randi and Melissa chuckled. Obviously, the men would need some training if they’re going to speak her name properly.

“So, Randi,” Melissa started, as she surveyed the room, the state of affairs after the demolition their lover’s tryst had brought about. At least to her heightened senses, the room still smelled of sex. “Think we can be all fixed up by morning?”

The men stood once again silent, trying not to move.

“With these nimrods?” Randi answered, “At the rate they’re working it won’t be done til next month.” From her spot on the couch, Randi’s smile curled. “But maybe some encouragement from ‘the Almighty’ might motivate them.”

Melissa chuckled again, and felt a little quickening of her heart, tingles flowing through her. Yeah…let’s try.  “Okay, boys, yes, come here,” she spoke, raising her arms out, palms up, beckoning the little cowards to her. She couldn’t help but notice how small they looked. Even Randi, seated, seemed larger than them all. She was certainly taller.

No one had moved.

“Please, boys, please,” she repeated, “come.”

That got them moving. Tentatively, in little steps, hands still clasped reverently, the six men began to approach Melissa.

“Good boys,” Melissa commended, “good boys.”

One, two. Three four five six. Soon all were standing in front of Melissa, in a line, facing toward her but with eyes still cast floorward. Randi looked on, from the couch, shaking her head and chuckling in admiration. This was Missy, her ditzy friend, and these apes worshiped her. “Don’t you morons think you should be on your knees?” she said.

Melissa giggled, and then bit her lower lip. Oh god yes.

The men, at first, didn’t move. A couple of them exchanged glances.

“You heard her,” Melissa finally smiled, sweet as can be, “kneel.”

In a moment, the six men were down, eyes still on the floor.

Even from behind them, Randi could see them shaking. “Jesus Christ woman you’ve got them well-trained.”

“Let’s not use that name in here either,” Melissa said enigmatically, peering down her nose from on high, down unto her assembled devotees. Smiling, crookedly, she took her right hand and laid it onto the head of one of the men.

“I like your beard,” she said, letting her smile warm as she gazed down at him, palm covering his bald pate. She cocked her head, saw the man’s awestruck expression. To her, it looked like he was having some sort of transcendent experience. In that moment he privately decided to grow out his beard and never cut it again. “What’s your name?” Melissa asked.

The man hesitated, unable to find his voice.

Before he could speak, Randi interjected. “That’s ‘Beardy’. I call him ‘Beardy’,” she answered.

The man looked up at Melissa with reverential eyes.

“‘Beardy’,” Melissa repeated, “I like that name. What do you think Beardy? Do you think that’s a good name?”

The man nodded, unvexed - or, rather, maybe silently enthralled - by the fact that he, a grown man, had just been renamed by a woman. He cast his eyes down again, to Melissa’s huge, bare feet and fought back the urges to just collapse his body around them, anoint them with himself.

The men aside him vowed never to speak his old name again.

“The last time a woman gave you a name it was your mother, huh Beardy?” Randi jabbed. Again, he seemed unfazed. Perhaps to him this was a rebirth.

“Will you promise me, Beardy, that you’ll have this all done before I have to leave in the morning?” Melissa asked.

Her question gave him the strength to look up at her again, for what felt like the first time. She was so, so beautiful. So perfect. He nodded. “Yes, Ma’-Ma-Malissa”

She moved her right hand from his head to that of another man, and placed her left on someone else. “And you two? You…too?” she giggled, watching as they shivered in kind. She laid her hand on each of them, just for a moment, feeling them shudder under her touch. One by one she asked them:“Will you  promise me you’ll get this done?”

Nodding. Nodding was all they could do. Nod, and murmur mumble humble “yes ma’am’s”.

“Good boys,” Melissa blessed them again, then turned her eyes to Randi as she heard her chuckle.

“You’re getting a little buzz off of this, aren’t you?” Randi asked, knowing about the strange energy Melissa had been gathering from these oafs that were gathering in their basements. She had confided in her about it recently, and Randi noticed she’d begun spending a little bit of time downstairs. Their attention seemed to empower her. To Randi it sounded similar to the ‘Bliss’ that she and the girls would get when Missy and Dr. J were intimate, anytime Dr. J climaxed because of Missy. Well maybe it was a little less intense than that - because the Bliss was a , but it sounded familiar at least.

When Randi sat back and thought about it, it all seemed one hundred percent ridiculous, but there was no arguing with reality. Her new boobs, which had busted up, like, six cup sizes were proof enough of that. These men, Dr J and the monkeys, were turning them all into something new.

“Yeah I kinda am. A buzz is right,” Melissa answered, looking over her little supplicants, “these guys feed me something I can’t really explain.”

“We’ll get you more,” Randi replied, considering to herself the tools she had. Instagram, Tumblr, GirlToob, that thing that used to be Twitter. Maybe this job as “Director of Social Media” really was good for something more than just collecting up old-person patients for a lame geriatric practice. And a paycheck.

Melissa nodded, considering, acknowledging. “And I’m feeling a lot of it tonight, this tingly buzzing. Once that first interview thing of me aired on Channel 5, it definitely became more.”

Randi considered that herself. The way the girl from the TV station explained it, the different parts of the profile on Melissa would be airing over the course of the next week or two. Plus there was going to be coverage of the office’s grand re-opening this weekend, going into next week. That’d be a lot of eyeballs, especially if the rumors of MSIT picking up the story and broadcasting all this nationally came true.

“Jesus, Missy,” Randi marveled, realizing it herself, picturing the numbers. This could blow up quickly.

“Yeah huh,” Melissa dreamily agreed, casually stroking Beardy’s bald head as if lost in similar thoughts, “and, again, language.”

Randi snickered at being scolded, this whole situation was so absurd but so thrilling. She brought herself back to the moment, suddenly reminded. “Hey how’s he?” she asked, catching Melissa’s attention with the mention of Dr. J, “You left him alone up there?”

“Oh, yeah. I should get back!” she answered brightly, removing her hand from the kneeling man’s head, “I came down to grab something from the fridge for him…”

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Thanks to RiF for his help in editing

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[isseisblkbbygrl]

Double Trouble 👿

Sukuna Ryomen x black! Reader x Yuji Itadori x black! Reader

Summary: in which Y/N is stuck at home with two pervy twins who just couldn’t wait till your parents left so they can destroy and ravish you.

Content: threesome, oral (m) receiving, step-sibling action, fingering, praise/degrading, overstimulating, edging (slight), mdni +18

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“Well well well, look who’s all alone?” Says the tatted pink haired man. You were at home with your twin step brothers, Yuji and Sukuna and your mom and step dad were out of town for two weeks and that was ample time for the boys to plot and make their move on you. “Nice shorts sis. They fit your ass so well.” The younger twin says stepping from behind Sukuna. Now, in any other situation; this would’ve made your stomach turn in a disgusted matter but then again, you’re not blood and you can’t even lie, they were hot as fuck. “Aww you two came to gang up on little old me?” You say as you sit up on your bed, the pink lacey bra pushing up your boobs making both of the men grunt lowly.

You shoot a seductive yet innocent look towards them as you stood and walked over towards them. “I’ve heard you two talk about me before. Saying how much you two would love to slut me out. Especially you Yuji and I thought you were a mommy’s boy?” Yuji inhales sharply as you inch your way closer to his face. “Watch it princess, never judge a book by its cover.” Sukuna says as he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers. “So what is it big brother? What is it that you want from me? What is it that you both want from me?” The two exchange looks and begin to make themselves look bigger than they already are compared to you. “You smell so good baby. Do you taste as good as you smell too?” Yuji says as his tone of voice went from his normally soft and cheerful voice to a more darkened and dominating expression.

“Go and sit on the bed for us darlin.” Sukuna demands as he too goes and takes a seat on the soft plushy frame. You go and try to sit next to him but he pulls you onto his lap, your body facing Yuji whose eyes look engulfed in desire. The older twin slowly wraps one of his hands around your neck as the other pry open your legs. “Hey Yuji, go ahead and take these ass huggers off her. You wanna have a good view right?” The middle oldest obliges and pulls off your shorts with ease and to their surprise; “No panties huh? You sure know how to make our job easier.” Sukuna begins to place small kisses on your neck as his middle and index fingers slips up and down your slick folds, making you whine and gasp at how his big rough hands were playing with your clit. “Haa… Suuu…” You whimper out. “Look how wet she’s getting bro. And I didn’t even stick my fingers inside her yet. You like this don’t you slut?” You nod trying to contain the lewd noises about to escape your mouth. “She looks so hot all needy and shit.” Says Yuji while he caresses and fondles with your boob.

Noticing the gold clasp in the front of your bra, he quickly unclamps it with one hand, watching as your breast becomes visible and your heart shaped nipple piercings show. “God you’re so sexy Y/n.” The younger twin mutters. “Please…” The twins softly chuckle. “Please what baby? Cmon, tell us what you want?” You tried to tell them but the intensity of Sukuna ramming his fingers in you was so overwhelming. They were long and slender and just right to hit that spot.

“Please fuck me… I need you two bad.” You begged to them, wanting more than just fingers inside you. “Yuji, you hard yet?” “Very.” He answered as he kept his eyes on yours. “Let me fuck her. Cmon bro we had a deal.” He says through gritted teeth. “Easy there brother, be patient.” The man took his fingers out of you and admired the arousal coated around the middle and index fingers. “Stick your tongue out baby.” You did as told and Sukuna stick his fingers in your mouth indicating you suck on them. “You see how pretty that mouth is Yuji? Don’t you wanna stick your dick in it?” Sukuna smirks as he pries your mouth open so Yuji could see. You give him a look of daze in your eyes, a bit nervous for what’s about to cum. (lol I’m funny. Don’t block me) “How bout this; you fuck her pretty little mouth, and I will fuck the shit out of pretty girl here.” You extend out your hands prying at Yuji’s boxers to pull them down. “This bitch is needy as fuck! She really wants your dick Yuji.” Sukuna snarls as he places you on all fours on the bed while Yuji sits in front of you, removing his boxers and his lengthy dick springs out. The sight of his dick was literally making you drool. “Wow you are a needy slut. Mouth watering at just the sight of my dick. Y’sure you can take it all in your mouth like a good girl?”

“Yes sir I swear~ do be gentle.” You say in a subby kind of tone. The older step-sibling scoffed and pulled a handful of your hair yanking you back making you look up at him. “Gentle? Nahh we said we’re gonna slut you out and that’s what we’re gonna do. You just sit there and look pretty, pretty girl.”

He lets you go and Yuji grabs you by the neck opening your mouth with his thumb and placing his dick inside. “Fuucck! Y’Mouth feels so good I might just cum already.” Yuji grunts as he bobs your head up and down on him. Sukuna lands hard blows to your ass making you wince, the vibration of your voice on Yuji’s dick makes him moan a bit louder.

Never in a million years would you expect to be used as a fuck toy by your older step brothers. You’ve only seen this in porn or movies but for it to happen in real life for you is bizarre. Bizarre yet…. So good? You feel Sukuna rub the tip of his dick on your clit, the lewd sounds coming from the slickness of your cunt. “So wet for us princess. Can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy of yours.” He then thrust himself barely inside you making you gasp at the pressure being pushed, his size stretching you out. “Ooh~ too.. too much.” “Too much? I’m not even all the way in yet. Relax pretty.”

Yuji fucks your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat while spit falls out of your mouth and onto the pink silk sheets on your bed. “It’s okay doll. You can take my big brother’s dick can you? Just like you’re taking mine in your mouth.” You nod continuing to suck off the younger twin. “Say it. Say you can take my big brother’s dick.” You let out a little whimper as you try to talk. “Speak little bitch or I’m not moving at all.” Sukuna says gripping and digging his nails into your hips. “I can-I can take my big brother’s dick.” The two men smile and Sukuna fully pushes himself in you making you scream and cry while stroking Yuji. Sukuna begins pounding so hard into you making your body jerk forward with every thrust he gives you.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Take it like you want it. You want daddy’s dick all inside you no?” He whispers in your ear. His deep, seductive voice is like music to your ears. “Yes daddy I want it all!” You moan out fucking him back, the recoil of your ass makes both the boys water at the mouth. “You’re so sexy lil sis I’m finna cum.” “Take his cum. Open that slutty mouth of yours and swallow all my brother’s cum.” You wrap your mouth around the head of his dick and felt the pulsing thing twitch inside your mouth as Yuji had a tight grip on your hair. “Fuck doll I’m finna cum. Finna cum all in your mouth.” The hold on your hair and hips is painfully one thing, but the way Sukuna is dogging your poor pussy out is painfully and excitedly another. A few more strokes in and Yuji shoots his hot sticky cum to the back of your throat as his eyes roll back into his head. Obeying, you swallow every drop Yuji gave you as looked up at him with doe, slutty eyes; opening your mouth to show him how much of a good slut you are.

“You swallowed all of it. Such a good play thing.”

You feel a knot forming in your stomach and your vision becomes hazy. “Daddy m’finna cum. M’finna cum.”

“You better not. You better fuckin hold it bitch or you won’t cum at all.” Sukuna says as his thrust becomes slow but still painfully hard. “Yuji switch with me.” He says as he pulls out of you and turning you on your back. Yuji eagerly switches with his brother and now him and you are face to face. “Look at you doll face, you ready for me to fuck you?” Yuji asks as he lines himself up with your hole. Sukuna grabs your hands and holds them above your head while Yuji pushes your legs back so he can get a good view of your dripping wet cunt. “Such a pretty girl. You have such a beautiful body my dear.” Yuji then pushes himself inside but stops as you let out a high pitch moan and your body shakes. “What’s wrong baby? Is my dick too big for your tight little pussy?” He heckles as he fully inserts himself and you whine. “There there doll face. I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about the pain. It’ll all turn to sweet, sweet pleasure~.”

You watch as Yuji slams his hips into you, your boobs bouncing with every thrust the sweet boy gives you. “Mmm~ fuck this feels so good… oh fucck~.” You moan watching as your older step-brother is putting you through the mattress. “Good girl. Good girl. Take it. Take this dick girl.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head while Sukuna fondles and plays with your breast. “Such pretty nipples. And they’re pierced too.” He says squeezing the plump, soft tissue. He flicks your nipple causing you to arch your back off the mattress. “Be still slut.” Yuji mutters through gritted teeth. Sweat beads falling down his forehead and he bites his lip seeing the creamy white ring appear around the base of his dick. “Please sir it’s so muchh… take it out I can’t take it.” You plea as you whine about his big dumb dick fucking you dumb silly. “Aht aht. What did we promise? You said you can take it.” Sukuna says as he lowers his face to yours. His dark crimson eyes burn into your skull as he opens your mouth and spits into it. “You’re disgusting.” Yuji says leaning down taking your nipple in his mouth. “Oh fuck.. m’finna cum. Can I cum sir? Please let me cum~.” You beg as you’ve been holding your orgasm for quite a while.

Yuji chuckles as he continues to stupidly destroy you. “Y’wanna cum? Wanna cum for me doll face?” “Yeah what is it pretty girl? What is that you want from the both of us? Tell us or you’ll be holdin’ it again.” The tatted man says he starts to play with your clut sending you over the edge. “I wanna cum daddy! Make me cum sir!”

“Cum for us pretty girl. Cum all over Yuji’s dick princess.”

Just then, your vision becomes hazy and you let out a high pitched moan as your orgasm washes over you. Your cum coating Yuji’s dick as his cum spills out of you, oozing onto the bed.

“Such. A good. Slut.”

Your legs tremble as Yuji lets them go and Sukuna lifts you up swiftly into his lap. “Not so fast princess, gimme one more nut outta you.” He says as he aligns his dick up with your cunt. “No please~ I-I can’t take no more..” Sukuna just ignores your begs of mercy and just sinks you down onto his lengthy and girth-y shaft. You’ve already been fucked out of your mind by Yuji but having Sukuna fuck you and from this angle was practically murder. Your body aches and quakes from the practical impaling he’s doing as he fucks up into you, Yuji watching your breast jump up and down and you basically go cross eyed. “Yesss… just like that. Gonna fill you up to the brim.” You moan and hiss at him thrusting at such an inhumane pace it brings you close again to your orgasm. “Daddy please…p-please I’m gonna cum again.” You felt it ball up in your core again and you knew that this was gonna be one hard orgasm as your breathing starts to hitch and you throw your head back in pleasure. “Cum. Cum all over me.” He growls into your ear as his dick twitches inside your sopping wet cunt.

His words were the right amount of ammo to get you off and it did. You gasped and cried out as you came and squirted all over Sukuna, Yuji, and the bed soaking the sheets. Sukuna rides out your orgasm by thrusting very hard until his cum shot up inside you, coating your velvety walls and stomach as he pulls out of you. His nails digging into your hips, daring to break skin.

After you come down from your well done high, you collapsed onto Sukuna, your body trembling from the vulgar actions that just took place. He carefully rolls you onto your bed while him and Yuji get dressed.

“Well done slut.”

“You did so good for us doll face.” Yuji says as he caresses your thighs and ass before landing a slap onto your sore, aching, pussy. “Ah~ f-fuck you guys.” You say trying to open your eyes from the high.

“How bout you rest up first. Horny little bitch.”

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[cuntboyprincess]

(Disclaimer: This post shall in NO WAY sexualize a minor!!! It is simply a representation and explanation of one of my traumas and therefore my resulting kinks!)

I remember when I first came out to friends and my parents as trans when I was 12. I had very small-no breasts. SO much "damage" could have been prevented....

But I was not allowed to take blockers or do anything about it before I haven't turned 18.

I remember how absolutely traumatizing it has been to be so powerless and helpless as puberty hit me and when my body changed right before my eyes. My hips getting wider, getting my period, my breast getting huge. I have always been very thin and petite build, so my breast seemed extra big compared to the rest of my body even when they had a normal size. And there was no way to stop it. It didn't help that the boys at my school had a habit to grope girls every now and then to "check" if their breast have gotten bigger yet. I know it's sooo fucked up but I swear this really happened at my school and the teachers did nothing about it because "boys will be boys". The got lectured about how they shouldn't that but did it anyway...

I have been a victim several times to this and have been groped against my will by sometimes several guys in a row behind the school building as they were laughing about it, thinking it was nothing but funny. But to me it was more than humiliating since I was trans and my breasts made me highly dysphoric. It was sexual harrassment and bullying right before everyone's eyes and nobody stopped it, no teacher, no one.

It felt soooo horrible to have such obvious boobs. I was binding my breasts everyday by the age of 15, basically living as a tomboy but not officially outed as trans. One time one of the boys actually did pull my shirt up and another one holding me and pulling my binder up in front of 4 other boys, they all laughing about me and calling my boobs udders and jokingly gasping saying how huge they already are.

I was dying out of shame and it made my boobs my absolute biggest insecurity ever. I felt SO exposed wherever I went, I felt like everyone is staring at my chest..

When I was 17 and an end to it all seemed "nearer", I was not far away from turning 18 and being allowed to start t and have a double mastectomy; my boobs had to extra humiliate me one last time, as if they did it on purpose!!

They had a major growth spurt and within just a few months I outgrew my binder and had a D Cup. Which looked gigantic on my small, thin body. I will never forget how dysphoric they made me feel and the helplessness as they appeared bigger each week. I know it probably wasn't as bad but I basically FELT like a cow with huge milk tits in my body.

I was the happiest person alive when I finally turned 18 and when I finally got my mastectomy!!!

For years I had a major trauma by these experiences as you can imagine.

But eventually this turned into a hardcore kink, maybe it fucked me up mentally so much that this was the only way left to cope with it.

Nowadays I masturbate sooo often to these memories! And to thoughts of still having my huge, jiggling tits, people staring at me, at them, either laughing, looking disgusted, making fun or simply being confused about what I am (man or woman). Just being totally and helplessly exposed. I even bought big, realistic silicone tits with nipples on them, and a skin glue and pleasure myself for hours to groping them as I wear them and make them jiggle on me. Sometimes I contemplate ....wearing them and a thin tshirt where the nips are visible through it, walking around somewhere outside as they noticably and obviously bounce around, making sure some random people actually see me looking like an obvious transman who didn't have chest surgery yet, nor wears a bra... And then masturbate violently to their reactions and face expressions....

What gets me off so hard as well is the fact how much my bullies fucked me up and wondering what they'd say if they could see to what I masturbate to now and all the kinks I got from what they have done to me... 🥵

[wytchsbrew]

Throughout his many years as an Independent, he'd gone through varying heat cycles, or "pollenating cycles" as Rem had once called it. They were strange happenings in which his body took a complete left turn from what it originally looked like.

His breasts, most importantly, changed during those cycles. While usually, they were muscular, and looked like pectorals, during these times, they swelled. His nipples became larger, more defined, like the female breasts he'd seen throughout his life, but the most obvious thing was the very clear weight added to them.

They never grew large, no, they just swelled with enough weight to look like a set of small, petite breasts. Once the cycle ended, they returned to their usual appearance as though it never happened, but during, Vash always felt... embarrassed.

He tried to hide them beneath his coat. He avoided conflict or personal conversation during those times, for fear of someone noticing and asking him about it, and when he'd been traveling with the girls and Wolfwood, he had one specific heat cycle out of nowhere, and had spent the entirety of that time attempting to wrap his breasts so Wolfwood, at least, wouldn't notice and ask him, "Where'd you get that set of tits?"

At the time, he'd been embarrassed of his own body, and his own anatomy, thinking it another reason to keep humans away from him intimately for fear they'd be terrified of his general aura of different from themselves.

He'd been so wrong.

Turns out, having an extremely beautiful partner worship that body in it's entirety really helped one's self esteem, Vash realized.

He peered down at his husband, then, as he sat on Wolfwood's lap, thighs spread on either side of him, cum still dripping from his wet cunt. Wolfwood was looking up at him like he absolutely hung the moon, affection and love swimming in his gaze from where his face was nearly buried between his breasts.

"Now," Wolfwood whispered, and his beautiful eyes darted downward to Vash's exposed chest once more, perky little breasts peeking out from yanked downward, black lacy bra cups. "Where were we?"

Once upon a time, this sort of closeup scrutiny would have brought Vash to new realms of embarrassment, probably to tears.

Even when he'd first become pregnant and his breasts began swelling with milk, he'd had a moment of horror because, Wolfwood had never seen him with breasts thus far.

How would he react? Would he find it strange?

He'd finally worked up the courage to show him after a few days of Wolfwood asking why he was walking around the house covered head to toe in the middle of hot weather, and the reaction had been, um, immediate.

Needless to say, Wolfwood worshiped his breasts every chance he got to see them, and tonight, their first night back in each other's arms carnally after Vash gave birth, was no exception. And Vash found himself welcoming the attention Wolfwood was no doubt about to bestow upon him.

"I believe, you were about to fulfill my request of fucking me until I can't sit down anymore?" Vash, arms tossed around his husband's neck, nuzzled his chest forward until Wolfwood's nose peeked between his cleavage.

"Mmm, oh, yeah," Wolfwood's hands fell to Vash's hips, strong and sturdy, wide and big on his skin, and he lifted him upward, with ease. The next second, he pushed Vash back down, full speed, with all his strength.

And speared him directly on his massive cock, all the way to the base. This upright position made him feel bigger than ever, spreading Vash's pussy to the absolute limit, stealing air right from his lungs in a rush as the crown knocked against his already sensitive cervix.

His mouth opened on a silent little cry, and Wolfwood grinned up at him, smug.

"Now, you're gonna stay right there and not move," he drawled. "Not until I'm done with what I wanna do."

Excitement raced through him and if he wasn't painfully wet before, he definitely was now. It nearly knocked him off his knees and almost sent him into another, weaker orgasm, but he wanted to savor this. He wanted it to last as long as Wolfwood would allow.

They had the entire night to themselves, just to worship each other. He wasn't about to let that go to waste.

One experienced hand slipped up from his waist and slowly cupped around the bottom of his right breast. Wolfwood leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon his breast. Tender, gentle, on the very edge of his pink nub of a nipple.

Also, his breasts were very, very sensitive when swollen, something Wolfwood knew, and used for absolute evil machinations against him often.

"Mmm," Vash bit back a moan, tilting his head and leaning into the feeling of Wolfwood's mouth on him, even in the slightest of ways. "Nicholas-"

The cock buried inside him gave a hard twitch, throbbing at the mere sound of his voice whispering his name, because while Wolfwood may have known of all the things Vash liked and used them for the evil, the same could be said of Vash.

With a little moan himself, Wolfwood ducked his head and caught the nipple between his lips. Heat spiked through Vash, making him huff and puff out small noises, while Wolfwood swirled his tongue along that nub, tasting it, savoring it, flicking and teasing it.

They really needed to close that front door, also, he remembered, curling his fingertips into the nape of Wolfwood's hair. If someone were to walk in on them during this, he imagined they'd be a little traumatized - oh, oh shit! All thoughts flew from his brain when Wolfwood's cool, expert lips tighted around his nipple and started sucking like his life depended on it.

He wasn't expecting the wave of pleasure that crashed over him as he felt his milk supply flood into Wolfwood's awaiting mouth - something he had not been expecting, and something he didn't think would feel this good.

They were no stranger to nipple play, but this... This was different, and Vash couldn't hold back. He tossed his head back, and cried out "Nicholas!" in the same tone one might scream for help from their particular set of Gods.

Perhaps it was simply the thrill of his husband being the one to suckle at him, the familiar rush of feeling Wolfwood's hands on him, his cock buried deep in his cunt, had truly reduced him to a horny teenager again, sensitive to every little touch Wolfwood gave him, butterflies raging behind his ribcage at the mere thought of doing this with him.

He wondered if that feeling would ever go away between them, sometime after they'd been together long enough that he started noticing silver hairs in Wolfwood's dark mane, long enough that he noticed the wrinkles next to his eyes as he laughed.

He doubted it.

A scrape of teeth between sucking raked a moan from his lungs; he gasped, fingertips scrambling for purchase in the haphazard button up shirt still covering Wolfwood's body. And Wolfwood flat out hummed against his skin, pleased with the noises, and dove in further, sucked as hard as he could against the already sensitive bud of nerves, suckling and drinking from Vash's breast hungrily, needily, greedily.

All the while, his hands roamed.

One set of fingers curled around the nipple not being sucked, twisting and perking and pulling. The other hand curled around Vash's ass, gripping and pressing between his plump cheeks with hot fingers.

His moan heightened into a cacophony of bitten back cries. His lungs and throat screamed for the chance to let loose and shout how much he wanted to cry out for Wolfwood, let him know how much he loved him, but he couldn't.

Instead, he just gripped his husband's shoulders and huffed out heavy gasps, whimpering as he continued to breastfeed from him.

The hand on his ass tightened, fingers attempting to delve deeper, before Wolfwood popped his lips off his nipple. Vash watched as Wolfwood's gaze admired his handiwork, the nipple now swollen and wet and glistening, a bead of milk left dripping.

"What're you doing?" His chest heaved with the effort to speak.

"Just wanted to tell you how much this is doing it for me. Also, you taste sweet." His tongue darted out and he gathered the last speck of milk from the tip of his nipple, and audibly hummed "mmmm" as though he'd never tasted anything as good as Vash.

Shit.

Vash allowed himself a little moment of weakness to rock his hips backward onto the giant cock splitting him open, desperate for friction of any kind. His entire pussy throbbed and ached and pulsated with the need to get absolutely demolished, he was positively dripping for Wolfwood.

He had no idea breastfeeding would awaken something in him, either, but... His sex life with Wolfwood surprised him every single day.

Wolfwood quietly moved sideways, and gathered the second nipple into his mouth. As he began quickly suckling hard on this one, and Vash felt the familiar flow of milk, Wolfwood also gave him exactly what he wanted and started bucking his hips upward, rocking body their bodies together in a not-quite-enough movement, but still good enough.

Good enough that Vash tossed his mouth open and cried out with everything in him.

"Fuck, Nicholas! Nick, Nick, Nick-" His hands moving to grip harder on Wolfwood's shoulders, despite the mouth still latched to his breast, he frantically lifted his hips and dropped them down again.

Messy, sloppy, desperate, he rode Wolfwood fast in this difficult angle for everything he was worth. Fast, faster, all the while Wolfwood suckling and drinking from his jiggling breast, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping him with bruising strength.

He slammed down, until the wet symphony of his pussy slurping hard against the girth filled their entire house in an obscene, filthy way, echoing through their living room and right toward the -

Deep in his pussy, that thick cock twitched hard enough to knock against the thing Vash had been searching for, and Wolfwood groaned against his nipple, and came with such fervor, Vash felt his hot seed fill him to the brim, spilling out from his entrance and soaking down Vash's thighs.

Vash lost himself for a moment, just a split second, as his body collapsed into his own orgasm. He thought he may have screamed, he thought his vision whited out, he thought many things all at once as he lost himself in the throes of orgasm, clutching tightly to his husband's strong body-

"NICO!"

The voice called out sharply throughout their home, and Vash had but a moment of orgasm-hazed realization, before Wolfwood twisted his head away from his body, and they both darted their gazes toward the entryway of their home.

"Nico, what the fuck, your front door is open, I heard screaming! Is everything okay!"

Livio, wearing a white t-shirt way too small for his body, and holding something tightly in his fist, stepped around the corner of the foyer.

And stopped dead in his tracks.

The sight was probably far too much for him, Vash could imagine, what with his brother-in-law half naked, wearing haphazard lingerie, dripping cum all over his brother's cock that still lay buried deep within him, and his own brother, milk and spit on his lips, what they'd been doing extremely obvious what with Vash's nipples puffy and shining and dripping in the low light of their living room.

His eyes widened.

He took a step back.

"Oh, God, you guys," Livio slapped a palm over his eyes, and frantically whipped around. "I'm so sorry! Nico, you left your wedding band at the orphanage, I just wanted to make sure you got it back, oh my GOD, WHAT THE FUCK."

Wolfwood paused. "Oh. Thanks, Livio."

"Thanks, Livio," Livio repeated in a mocking tone - it sounded like he wanted to cry, and Vash hardly blamed him. If he had ever walked in on Knives doing something like this, he probably would have lit himself on fire. "Listen, Nico, if you want to breastfeed from your husband, SHUT THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR."

Wolfwood laughed, a beautiful, lazy, content sound that made Vash's entire core twitch around him.

"You got it, buddy."

[orphankin]

this is a breast expansion story with my gfs fursonas BUT IS NOT CANON

Juniper hadnt been on E for very long but she was impatient to start seeing results. She wanted softer, wider, rounder hips. And of course, she wanted massive, heavy breasts. She wanted each one alone to weigh more than her own head.

Juniper had read online that massaging the area might encourage growth. Don't mind that she read that on Tumblr. She'd just woken up on a Saturday after a very stressful week at work and thought she'd remembered that her fairly new roommate Mocha was out for the night and wouldn't be back till the afternoon. The truth was, however, that Mocha never ended up going out last night, and had woken up early to get some writing done. Juniper's closed door prevented the majority of the smell of fresh made coffee from wafting into the room.

Mocha felt Juniper's emotions stir as she woke up. There's the typical comfortable from being in bed, however with a tinge of confusion as Juniper's subconscious figures out that she's in her new-to-her 3 bedroom house. But then the bittersweet feeling of despair entertwined with desire cropped back in to Juniper's body as she exits a wonderful dream: that her breasts kept swelling and swelling until they were big enough that no one would ever try to make eye contact with her again. Mocha was used to feeling this desire within Juniper as an everpresent undertone; however, she'd never felt it quite this strongly.

Juniper though, reacted accordingly to this feeling: she started touching herself, specifically her nipples. Pawing and pinching at them, hoping the stimulation would encourage her breasts to swell as they did in her dream. Nothing happened. It didn't even feel that great, if she was being honest with herself. Every time she's tried to have a go at her nipples, she's felt very little, and she's never had someone else try to either. Despair rose up in its wrestling match with desire, intensified by her early morning grogginess and the idea that she was completely alone in her house.

This feeling struck out against Mocha, yearning burning in her chest. She could help Juniper feel better somehow, but she also resisted. She hasn't told her new roommate yet that she can feel and ultimately influence emotions. She was worried that it would affect Juniper's decision to live with her, and she liked her way more than most of the potential roommates out there. She had been looking for months! But this torturous song and dance of despair and desire kept swirling, getting more and more desperate as Juniper pinched her nipples between the length of her index and middle fingers. As she rubbed down on the nip in order to get any feeling at all. As she tried to grasp at what little mass was there wishing, no - needing more.

As Juniper's despair became her own, Mocha was filled to the brim with anxiety. She had to do something at this point, less for Juniper and more for herself; anything to alleviate her nervousness. Mocha closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and honed in on Juniper. It didn't take much seeing as she was already consumed in her emotions. She encouraged the desire, hoping it would over take the despair. Juniper led a hand down between her thighs. She couldn't get what she wanted but she would have release.

What she wasn't noticing was the breast swelling ever so slightly underneath her right hand. Mocha's concentration combined with the intensity of Juniper's emotions were having a real, positive affect on her body. Eventually Juniper opened her eyes and looked down. She wasn't sure of much sometimes, but the countless hours she's spent looking in the mirror gauging her breast growth through the months on E taught her one thing: her left boob was definitely bigger than her right. And yet, here she is, laying in bed, pumping one out, and her right boob is noticably larger than the left. She sits up in shock, giving her chest attention with both hands. She couldn't believe it! Was it actually working? She ran to the bathroom tits out to check.

Mocha noticed the shock run through Juniper's system and then heard the rush to the bathroom. Oh no, what had she done? It would make sense for Juniper to go to the bathroom after masturbation, but she didn't expect her to feel shocked about cumming. Mocha left her room to investigate. She walked towards the chaotic swirl of emotions, mostly surprise and disbelief. She heard quiet muttering coming from the bathroom. The door was wide open and inside was a Juniper so engulfed in checking out her own boobs in both the mirror and by looking down, she didn't hear Mocha approach. Once Mocha noticed that Juniper was topless, she spun and yelped.

"Aah! I'm sorry!"

There was a scream in response. "Mocha?! You're home??"

Mocha processed this sentence, remembering that she was supposed to be out last night, never having thought that it would make a difference if she left or stayed. "Yeah - I just realized - I'm sorry - I didn't know or, I mean, think to tell you, I guess, that I was home. Are you… Okay?" Not trying to let on to her abilities, Mocha says, "I heard you rush to the bathroom."

"Yeah no, I'm okay. Well, maybe better than okay. I think I grew my tit a little? Unless this happened over night… But no, I looked down this morning…" She trailed off. A connection was being made in Mocha's mind.

"Um, I don't know how to say this but that might have been me. Well, I mean, me and you." She gave an awkward chuckle.

Silence. Then, "uh, what?"

Mocha explained her aura to the cat. "I don't know what your aura is, but I've heard that sometimes they can combine for an even stronger effect. So whatever you were doing, plus what I was doing, might have made your boob grow."

Juniper proccessed this for a moment. "Can you come in here please? I mean, if you're comfortable with that."

Another moment passed and the tall cow poked her head into the doorframe. "A-are you sure?"

"Yeah, I want you to get a good look at your handiwork…" she blushed, "and maybe let me know if you could do it some more?"

Mocha entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She could tell the right boob was larger than the left, but that's a natural and common variation. She wasn't sure she had anything to do with this really.

"I know you have no reference but for the past month my left boob's always been the bigger one. -This-" she emphasized, "is definitely new."

Mocha took one deep brown finger and hovered above Juniper's right nipple. "Um… May I?"

"If you can make these larger, you can do whatever you want," replied Juniper.

Mocha caressed the nipple, hearing a small gasp from Juniper, a feeling a jolt in her emotions. It was weird how comfortable this felt, this intimate moment between two people who barely know each other. Even though she can feel other's emotions, she's never let herself get so caught up in them, as if they were her own. As she grabbed Juniper's breast, excitement arose in both of them, and something within the breast too. As their auras were purposely combined this time, the effect was quicker, and the fact that it was Mocha's hand instead of Juniper's made a difference too. It felt much better when someone what was touching her breast rather than when she was doing it herself.

Juniper's right breast started to swell again. "H-hey! I don't want one H cup and one A cup! Can you even them out please?"

"Oh! Yeah, of course!" Mocha said in a quick chirp. She rested her left hand firmly on Juniper's right hip and brought her closer. Carefully, she cupped the left breast in her hand and started massaging with her thumb. As they both focused, the mass on her chest steadily increased. Mocha paused when they were both even.

"Is that good?" Mocha asked quietly, "o-or do you want more?"

/There's no way she could know this/, Juniper thought to herself, /but I -always- want more./

Juniper looked down at the floor, which Mocha took it to be her considering her new size. Finally she looked back up and said, "mind if we take this to my bedroom?"

Mocha was surprised, as Juniper could tell by the way she blushed. What did she have in mind? How large did she want to get that couldn't be resolved here and now? But she nodded at the cat, and Juniper led the two of them into her bedroom.

"If you're okay with it, I want you to keep going until I ask you to stop. Even if I seem like I'm 98% boob, don't stop until I say so."

Mocha didn't question this as she figured it must of been hyperbole. Mocha stands at the side of the bed waiting for Juniper to get settled. Once she stops moving, Mocha reaches for her breasts.

"Oh uh, you can get in the bed too if you want. You don't have to be like, my personal masseuse," Juniper laughs.

Mocha looks away shyly as she clambers into her bed. /It's a good thing I'm still in my pajamas/ she thinks to herself. She's on her knees next to Juniper, about to come at it from the side again, until Juniper pats her thighs. /Oh,/ Mocha thinks, /she wants me on top./

Mocha mounts Juniper, resting her rear end on her lap, and proppimg herself up by Juniper's tits. /This -is- what we're here for anyway./ Mocha finally gets to work, rubbing, caressing, teasing, pulling, pinching, and massaging Juniper's breast. She can see the eb and flow of the growth; some actions take away more of Juniper's concentration than others, slowing growth. However, these actions illicit more attractive and adorable responses out of the cat. Mocha figures she can take these little detours as long as growth is still achieved by the end.

After Juniper goes up 4 cup sizes, Mocha takes a break to look at her handiwork. She starts bouncing the masses in her hands from the sides, almost drooling in the process. Juniper takes notice.

"You can suck on them, i-if you want." Juniper's already been bold enough to get her into this situation. She feels comfortable enough since Mocha has entertained her this far that she might be willing to go further.

Almost without hesitation, almost, Mocha leans over and starts sucking on Juniper's right nipple. In her right hand, a breast that once only needed rubbing from a single thumb is now three times the size of Mocha's hand. She heaves and jiggles the mass, partly for her own enjoyment, and partly to determine the new best way to encourage growth in something so large. Though her mouth was on one nip, she found that her attention was on her hand finding it's way to the other nip. She started pulling, twisting, and pinching as much of the areola as she could grab.

Amidst her distraction between focusing on the twiddling of one nip and listening to the soft raspy mews of the kitten beneath her, she started to notice how wet her mouth was. /Oh jeez, have I been drooling this much?/ She turns her attention back to her mouth and starts to swirl her tongue around the area sucking lightly, trying to reclaim all her spit. She notices she's not making very much progress, so she lifts her head to wipe the area clean and is visited by a surprising sight. The liquid coating Juniper's breast isn't clear, it's white? Bewildered, Mocha pauses, causing Juniper's panting to fade and her mews of frustration to grow. The cat opens her eyes and tilts her head forward to see what's the big idea.

Mocha only had one question: "um, were you already lactating or?"

Shock sprints through Juniper and then through Mocha, like an arrow shot through both of them.

"I'M MILKING?!?" Juniper yells.

"Well, I mean, technically you're being milked." Mocha snickers at her own joke. "But wait, so this is also new?"

"Is that why I'm swelling? It's not actually meat but milk?"

"Possibly... But does that mean you can be drained and your tits get smaller?"

Juniper had to think for a moment. On the one hand she never wants to have small tits again. On the other hand, if they can get drained, that means that she can swell them up again too, and get to do this over and over and over.... "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."

Mocha moved her hands onto one massive torso sized tit and got set on drinking. /I don't know if I can handle this much liquid but we need to see/ she thinks to herself. She couldn't help but knead the mass as she was drinking, her cat side coming out.

"M-mocha, "Juniper barely breathes out. Mocha stops for a moment. "I think you still massaging it is keeping it at its current size."

"Oh!" Mocha yelps and sits up.

"Here, why don't we try something else." With much effort and heaving of breasts, Juniper gets out from under Mocha. She's on all fours now. "Hmm, maybe this isn't going to work out. I don't know how to give you better leverage for drinking in a way that won't also continue to grow my tits."

"I mean, if you don't mind the mess, maybe I can just milk you? Like a me?"

"Pffft," Juniper laughs. Her mirth was replaced by excitement. She wanted to feel more, feel better, to know if the capacity for growth would be a constant in her life. "Please," she let out, in more of a moan fashion.

Mocha started gentle, trying to find the proper rhythm for getting the most milk out. Soon ribbons were streaming from the cat's nips, and her boobs were getting lighter. The despair she felt at smaller boobs was overshadowed by the desire for the continuation of the release of milk. It felt so good to practically cum for so long, and to see the results of it everywhere.

When her boobs looked more like breasts rather than three fat torsos side by side, Mocha took a break. "Is this good, or should I drain more?"

Juniper was catching her breath. She wanted to stroke herself so bad, needing release from both hemispheres, but she didn't know how Mocha would feel about that, so she refrained.

"Like I said, I want you to keep going until I ask you to stop. So let's get me to 98% boob. I honestly don't even want to be able to see the walls when we're done here."

After seeing how large she could make Juniper's tits be, Mocha no longer thought this was hyperbole. Excitedly she mounted Juniper's back and groped her tits from behind. Both their eagerness meant that growth was even faster than before, especially now that Mocha knew the ins and outs of Juniper's tits. She wasn't pinching nips in a way that broke Juniper's concentration anymore. Instead she only grasped in ways that encouraged growth.

It was a good thing she mounted the back, because they were soon both being lifted up and away from the bed by the massive, sensitive breasts. Mocha at one point instinctually slapped the jiggling meat, which illicited a yelp followed by a moan from Juniper.

When Mocha's head was reaching the ceiling, Juniper finally tapped out. Discombobulated from the need of release, she was reduced to a series of moans, whimpers, and pants. Mocha slid down one mountainside of breast. /I'm not sure where her nips are,/ she thought to herself. She couldn't scooch around the sides of the room looking for them, but maybe...

Mocha left Juniper panting in the room, exiting the house and coming around to the windows of the room. /What a sight!/ On two separate walls were windows, and pressed up against the glass were nipples larger than Mocha's head. /Oh I hope these are unlocked,/ thought Mocha as she tried to gain access to the only relief points that will return Juniper to humanoid shape. As she lifted the window, the feeling of glass rubbing and sliding against Juniper's nipple almost made her burst. The feeling of the wood egde which encases the glass flicking her nip as she's finally freed does make her burst from two out of three release points, her small few ropes of cum getting lost in the sea of milk that had already filled the room. /Oh no, now the milk will get pregnant,/ she joked to herself.

Mocha twisted and yanked on the large nipple which was so difficult to get her hands around. Finally she adjusted it just right for it to gush out milk without her input, like a spigot. Mocha repeated this process to release the teat coming out of the window around the corner of the house. When both breasts were finally draining, Mocha stood back and thought to herself /we should really do this in a swimming pool instead./

Eventually Juniper was drained and dazed, lightly floating in her own milk when Mocha re-entered the house. She squatted next to the nearly passed out cat and said, "so... Time for round three?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

Every morning before going to work, Mocha and Juniper grow and drain Juniper's tits until they're the perfect size for the outfit of the day.

[comphy-and-cozy]

hi bestie can you do kissing someone to shut them up and gave landeskog I just feel like he’s a little shit that would need to be shut up

why is this so true though he has HUGE little shit energy

requests are currently open!

Prompt: Kissing to shut them up

Pairing: Gabe Landeskog x Reader (f)

Word Count: 751

Warnings: Adult themes/mature content, implied smut, alcohol mention, language, accidentally turning Tyson Jost into a furry

“You know Daphne and Fred used to get freaky in the back of the Mystery Machine.”

The Avs Halloween party is notoriously one of the best in the league, every year. Being the Captain’s wife, you take great pride in putting on an event for the ages, working in partnership with a few of the other wives and girlfriends to plan something bigger and better each year.

This year, the theme is along the lines of a Haunted Mansion, and Nate graciously offered his elaborate home to be “hauntified” — and it had. The entire first floor was decked out with cobwebs, fog lights, and no less than three balloon arches in what was a Pinterest board vision come to life.

You and Gabe had gone in on a couple’s costume with Mikko and Susanna to go as the Scooby Doo gang (naturally, Josty was the most logical candidate to be Scooby — and he had, true to form, gone all out with a fur costume and painted nose). It was a natural fit for Gabe to fall into the role of Fred, already having the blonde hair and the good looks to go with it, making you an instant Daphne.

Your lilac dress is flowy but short and low-cut, the green silk of your own scarf dangling just above your breasts — because what is Halloween for, if not an excuse to show a little extra skin? The white go-go boots you have on accentuate both your legs and your ass, lifting you a few additional inches off the ground. The look is completed once your hair is fit with your purple headband, and you have to admit, you look good.

Which is why your husband began to proposition you before you’d even left the house.

You roll your eyes. “Gabe, it’s a cartoon. Cartoons don’t have sex.”

“Yeah, babe, it’s called Hentai. Look it up.”

His incessant pestering doesn’t let up even after you’ve arrived at the party, slipping whispered comments and lingering touches all while mingling with his teammates and working his way through one of the many kegs at the bar.

“I don’t think Daphne had tits like yours.”

“Maybe I can use your scarf to tie your hands up.”

“It’s dark in that corner. I could just pull your skirt up right here and no one would notice.”

“You think Fred liked to be gagged?”

“Gabriel, I am about to gag you with that ridiculous ascot of yours,” you retort in a whisper, though despite your harsh words, there’s a joking lilt in your tone that earns a flash of a handsome smile.

“Is that a promise?”

“I was gonna offer to suck your dick in the bathroom if you stopped being a pest,” you say, finally yielding a moment of silence from him, “but since you’ve decided to be difficult, I’ll be retracting that offer.”

Just like that, the moment flies away once his all-too-familiar mischievous grin flits onto his handsome face.

“What if I stick my head under that little skirt and bury my face between those pretty legs of yours instead?”

Up til now, you’d been able to ignore his advances despite the slow but steady heat that’s been building in your core with every passing comment, but you can’t deny that he makes a tempting offer. It’d be all too easy to slip away unnoticed, sneak into one of Nate’s five bathrooms, and let him have his way with you…

With a glance around the room, you note that everyone is preoccupied with drink, food, dancing, and no shortage of tomfoolery.

“If anyone finds out —”

But your husband has already accepted his victory, indifferent to whatever your qualms may be, simply satisfied that you’ve finally given in.

With an evil grin, he flashes a wink at you before turning to address the room. “Hey everyone, guess what we’re going to do—”

Before he can finish, you’re yanking him toward you by his ascot, cutting him off with your lips. The group is none the wiser, barely comprehending that he was going to make an announcement anyways, instead cheering when their captain bows his wife backwards to deepen the kiss.

His eyes are glittering, a shimmering pool of blue that you could easily get lost in, when he pulls away. The twinkle lights behind him give the effect that he is glowing, like a halo of light around his beautiful face that smiles down at you, giggling.

“On second thought, maybe we should just leave early.”

[gmc10gmc]

Imagine girls like these in a masked sexfight. Getting rid off those dresses, wearing only those high heels and masks so they won’t get recognized. Or at least the winner won’t. It’s actually a thing nowadays in Onlyfans called masked sexfighters.

The concept is new, very simple and hot as fuck. In a nutsell: two women agree to have a masked sexfight. They contact Onlyfans who arranges the place where the sexfight is held. It is a room with bed and 10 cameras in different angles making sure that the action could be perfectly seen in any position. Onlyfans advertises the match with a pic of them (the pic on right) and people can buy it pay-per-view. The two women sexfight until one submits.

The loser’s mask gets ripped off and all the viewers will see who she is. It’s like losing your face in front of a mass of people, literally haha! The winner will stay unknown and get her fair share from the profit from Onlyfans.

So the day came and the two women came to the studio to have one last drink to increase their courage as the cameras were inserted. Soon enough the door closed locking two of them in their own space. As the recording light turned into red they stood up and started the trash talking while slipping those sexy blue dresses off.

Staring each others and stepping out of their dresses they came only inches apart. Neither was wearing a bra and their perky breasts hang proudly at the same level where their already erect nipples almost touched. The girl on right had slightly bigger boobs and smiled to her rival saying: ”Even my tits are better than yours. Are you sure you want to do this and get humiliated?”

The girl on left didn’t answer. Instead of that she brought her boobs forward giving a hard tit slam which made her bustier rival to fall on the bed. The girl on left wasted no time hurrying to take advantage of the top position and lined their pussies together while flattening her rival to the mattress. The fight was on!

Thousands of people watched the stream behind their screens as the girl on left tribbed the first orgasm out of the bustier chick who came screaming hard and feeling very surprised from the early result. She was an experienced sexfighter but have never came this quickly. Maybe it was the excitement of fighting to the big crowd. ”She must be very close to cumming too”, she thought while trying to recover.

The girl on left was equally surprised that it didn’t take longer to fuck the first orgasm out of her rival. Maybe she wasn’t that tough opponent after all. Maybe she was one of the girls who liked to talk the talk but couldn’t match the words with body. Feeling more powerful than ever she tamed the recovering slut in front of all the cameras saying: ”Look at you, horny bitch. Who is getting humiliated here?” She checked time from her watch adding: ”I can’t believe you couldn’t last any longer than five minutes. You are pathetic in bed!”

When checking the time the girl on top didn’t notice how the beaten girl had managed to correct her position slightly and was ready to counter-attack when the time came. Fast as a lighting she flipped the over-confident blonde off her from the bed to the floor and pinned her down, sat on her chest and started fingering the already wet pussy furiously. The broadcast changed into another camera which gave all the viewers an excellent view how the bustier girl evened the score right away. The cumming girl howls echoed around the room as she squirted a huge orgasm.

Still laying on the floor the the bustier chick as an experienced sexfighter didn’t waste time to let her rival recover she turned herself around and lined their pussies together to get revenge from the earlier pussyfight. She made sure not to repeat her rivals mistake and start tribbing right away. The loser tried to fight her way out of the akward position but the huge orgasm had reduced her strenght and she wasn’t able to get away.

The broadcast changed once again into another camera and the viewers watched as the bustier chick started mocking her rival: ”Look at you, horny bitch!” She slapped the tits of the girl on bottom and continued: ”This isn’t a sprint, it’s a fucking marathon and I can go on forever like this!” She surely knew how to battle woman to woman. No wonder she has been called as a tit queen for years in her friend group where they both belong. Finally their akward rivalry seemed to have a worthy conclusion.

The girl on left couldn’t answer to her cocky rival now. She fighted and fucked back from the bottom with everything she had but it wasn’t enough. Soon enough she started to feel another orgasm approaching. If the first cumming was hard, so was the second. It felt like it would last forever. With mixed feelings she was enjoying the feeling but she knew this was a fuckfight. And now she was humiliated by a bustier rival.

The girl on left knew she need to do something to get back to the scoreboard. Desperately she grabbed those big tits of her rival and squeezed them as hard as possible from the bottom. Her rival copied the move and now they were both squeezing the tits struggling with the pain. Neither wanted to give an inch to their rival now. The bustier girl on top started grinding their pussies once again and changed her squeeze towards her rivals nipples and twisted them with fingers.

That surprised the girl on left completely. She couldn’t control herself anymore and started cumming for the final time right away. It was something she have never felt before. The people behind their screens saw how the girl on bottom lost it and almost fainted after the third devastating orgams. It was the end of her in this sexfight. The bustier girl on top made sure to ride her until the end without cumming herself.

The girl on right slowly stood up, grabbed the loser by her hair, helped her up and on to the bed. After making sure that there was no fight left in the loser, the winner made sure to adjust her closely to one of the cameras. ”I beat you fair and square as I said I would. You know the deal. Do what you have to, bitch!”

The loser stared the camera with tears in her eyes. She felt how the mask got ripped off and her face was bared to every viewer. She took a deep breath and said: ”Hello everyone. My name is Ella and I just lost a sexfight to a better woman. I am nothing more than a pathetic loser.”

The rivalry had been settled.

[rochellebae]

Now, I love you (9)

Im Changkyun x (female) reader

18+

genre: smut

word count: 1,323

warnings: strong language, unprotected sex, breeding

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

~ Chapter 9 ~ ꒰ Mommy ꒱

The next day you wanted to make the breakfast. Although you think this will be more lunch than breakfast. He’s watching a movie in bed while you work on food in the kitchen.

He comes out to the kitchen and just looks at you.

“Not ready yet.” - you said, then you caressed his face.

He continues to watch you.

“Do you need help?” - he asked.

“No Kyunnie, continue the movie or is it over?” - you asked back.

“No, not yet.” - he answered.

He goes back and after 2 minutes he comes out again and just looks.

He sits down at the counter and you see him looking. You feel a little weird. At first you thought he was coming because he wasn't sure you could cook normally. But not.

“Are you hungry?” -you asked. - “Now it's almost ready and you can eat it.” -you smiled.

“The only thing I want to eat is you.” - he said while admiring your body.

You just smile at that.

“Well, yes, maybe I'm more delicious than what I make.” -you answered laughing.

“I love your food.” - he says.

You smile at him as you see him looking at you with his sparkling black eyes.

He comes to you and hugs you.

“I really like you.” - he says, then starts stroking.

You snuggle up to him, then he sits down again and watches.

He stares at your bottom as you bend over to the lowest drawer.

You notice that he is already behind you and holding your waist.

“Darling, why are you coming here?” - you asked while caressing him. “What do you want?”

He doesn't answer anything and then pulls your ass to him. You felt his hard cock.

“Oh.” - now you think you understand. He hugs you tightly and says “I want to protect you.”

You turn to him and ahh, his face is so sweet. His two innocent eyes…

He carefully reaches between your legs through your pants and starts caressing you gently.

You leaned down to his lips and kissed him. Meanwhile, you put his hair behind his ears. He's so sweet.

He gently picks you up and carries you to bed. He lays you down, then leans towards you and starts kissing your neck. You saw the way his underwear tightens and his erect cock reshapes itself.

He kisses your neck, while you caress his silky hair. He grabs your top and pulls it off. Then he starts kissing your chest. You grab and unhook your bra. He’s seeing your pointed nipples. He immediately pounces on one and starts sucking. Very little sweet.

While he sucks your left breast, he grabs your right breast. In the meantime, you caress his head. “It's like you're my little baby.” - you told him, moaning.

He looks at you and then smiles with his innocent face. “Really, mommy. I love your boobs.” - he answered.

He pulls down your pants and panties, then takes out his erect cock, which now looks much bigger than before. He caresses your vagina and then says “Beautiful.”

He grabs your legs and starts kissing your feet.

He kisses your legs higher and higher, then he goes to your thighs. His gentle kisses are already approaching your vagina. “Are you okay now?” he asks.

“I think yes.” - you answered.

First, he presses a weak kiss on your vagina, then he carefully starts to lick it. You start moaning softly and then pull your legs up to your neck. He starts kissing you and then sticks his tongue in your hole. He does this very well. His dick is still erect, but he is licking it patiently. After kissing your pussy, your belly follows. Now he's kissing your belly, while he's stroking your pussy. Very sweet. He stops and leans in to kiss your lips. You reach for his cock with your hand and grab it, then start rubbing the protruding veins on it.

He looks at you with his deep eyes, then he takes his cock and starts stroking your pussy with it.

He starts to push inside, which is quite uncomfortable at first, and then he moans too.

“Ahh, how tight.” - he says, and then starts to drool even more. “I haven't been inside you for a day baby, and you're already contracted.” - he says, then laughs.

He bends down to your vagina again and starts licking it. “Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.” - you said.

“We don't have to do it if you don't want to.” - he replied while pressing another kiss to your hole.

“I would like to.” - you said.

He takes hold of his cock again and slowly puts it inside you. “Is that okay?”- he asks. “Yes.”

He carefully starts to pull inside you. Very good feeling. He knows what you need.

“You are my home.” - he says, in a pained voice.

His cock went deeper and deeper and then you felt that he had already entered completely. He hit that particular spot of your again. You had to moan out loud. You could feel him hitting you with each thrust. “Ahh, here here, here very... ahh.” - you said, but you couldn't put a sentence together.

“Hurt? Tell me if it hurts.” - he asked, while he continued doing it.

“No.” - you answered, then loud moans came out of your mouth. You feel like you are already freaking hot inside.

“Ahh, it feels so damn good.” - he says suffering, while you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. He’s right, it feels really good. Your moans are getting more irregular and louder. Also, hearing his moans makes you ready.

He's doing it faster and faster, you think he already feels when you’re going to leave. Your eyes are already rolling and you can't squeeze your toes any more. His cock is moving very fast inside you now. He hit your point straight away. You feel that you have reached your orgasm or rather he has. He starts to move more slowly. You barely feel anything anymore, but he's still doing it. “Coming soon.” - he says, and his deep voice almost brought you to another orgasm.

The agony of the sexy during his slow thrusts is killing you. He pulls his dick out, then puts it back in again when he's sure it's not coming yet.

“Don't pull it out.” - you said. He looks at you and pushes it back again, then continues moving. “Sure?” - he asked, to which you could only nod.

He made a few more deep thrusts, pressed his cock to your innermost point, and then stopped. You felt his cock move and flow inside you.

“Ahh” he’s moaning. “Do you feel that?”

You can't answer that because you’re too captivated by the feeling of him filling all his sperm into you. It's a wonderful feeling. You squeeze his back tightly.

His thick liquid is still flowing into you.

After letting them all in, he starts to pull out very carefully.

After he pulls out, you stay in the same position and watch the mixture of the two of your pour out of you. “So beautiful.” he says while looking at your vagina.

You reach for your hole with your fingers and lick it because it's so delicious. He lies down on his side next to you then kisses you, while you cuddle him. “Thank you.” - you said, then gave him another kiss on the lips “Mommy’s baby.” He starts to smile and then caresses your belly.

You was very tired, even though you didn't do anything, you just lay there. He is also tired, so he throws himself back. You reach for his hand and take it. The veins in it resemble his dick.

You really don't know what you’re doing, you’re completely out of your mind…

[herwritingartcowboy]

So like sea monster Lovecraft x female Latina reader

Sub reader

Where reader happened to want to help him during his heat

A\n: This was supposed to be in my Halloween special but um...things happened. Hey better later than never.

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Character(s): H.P Lovecraft

Warning(s): Smut, Nsfw, Monster Fucking, Tentacles, In Heat, Dom Male, Sub female, Dom character, Sub Reader,

Readers Gender: Female

You had known Lovecraft when he saved you from some sailors who had captured you. You still remember how a fog came in as the waves became bigger. Than you saw him as he towered over the small boat and since than you had fell in love with the sea monster.

Lovecraft never minded you around as he had grown found of you. But soon you had to go up on land and when you told this to your friend he was upset about it. But he knew you had some business to attend to so he wished you safe travels.

But as you were on your trip you mange to still stay by the ocean. But as you were sitting down you had looked outside seeing that the skies had turned dark and cloudy also noticing a fog coming in. You knew who it was as you had seen it before.

You went out of your little taking a boat out to sea. But you realized how stupid that idea was when you had seen the waves have token you far away from land that you had to swim back. But you had notice a big present behind you and when you looked you had seen your friend.

"Ah Lovecraft, Do you need anything", you had said as lovecraft bend down. "Can I ask you a favor?" "And that is?" "My body feels too hot and it got worse since you left" "S-so let me guess you are in h-heat". You said gulping as you finally notice his cock that was now standing up straight. "I think I can take care of it, but not here", you said looking up at the sea monster who already knew where to take you.

You felt you whole all being filled as you were on your fours with Lovecraft's tentacles thrusting in and out of you. Lovecraft had taken you back to his cave when right away he took off your clothing.

So now he was jacking of to your moans and the tightness of your cunt. "D-deeper D-!", your mouth was shut but a tentacle as you started to suck on it. And when you did you felt more tentacles in you as you were being stuffed. You felt them squeeze your breast, holding your arms in place, holding your legs down. And as Lovecraft felt and seen this he was ready to cum. As his tentacles started to go faster soon you came being followed by Lovecraft's cum all over your body.

He did help you clean up even taking you and your boat back to the small rent house you had. "Thank you Y/n" "No problem, but when will you need my help again?" "Oh~ Very soon".

[yottakitsune]

You bought the small idol for a steal. The fools were just going to melt it down and sell it as an unrecognizable lump. They never knew what they had, but to be fair, you didn't realize what you had either. You put the idol on a shelf near where you had your spare change, and it looked nice enough there. The only thing left was to make sure it wasn't taken.

Over the next several weeks, you began to notice the occasional gold coin disappearing. It was never much, but it was annoying all the same. Try as you might, you could never figure out the culprit. At least not until one day you noticed that the idol was a little bigger than before, and its eyes were glowing. When you leaned in to inspect it closer, the thing spoke to you in a voice only you could hear as its tiny eyes lit up with a golden light. "Thank you for taking care of me, my lord. I shall guard your possessions and multiply your wealth."

You jumped back at the sudden mental intrusion and dropped it on the table in the center of the room, but the idol radiated kindness and calm. "Fear not." It twitched a few times as life flew through her limbs, and she rose to her feet. "I mean you no harm."

A few days later found you being led through a wide field and the idol smiling at you. "This land is fertile and unclaimed, my lord. There are even multiple strong ley lines that cross here. We can build you a home here, and you can watch as all you own grows more bountiful by the day. She hefted her breasts and flashed an almost seductive smile. "Don't you want more? I did promise to give you more than you could ever hope to possess." You could only numbly nod. More sounded good.

More weeks passed, and true to her word, your wealth seemed to grow by the day under her guard. Not only that, but so did she. The idol that had only been a few inches tall at first now stood a full head taller than you. Most things in your home were now made of gold and the table had long since been buried under a pile of gold that weighed more than both of you combined. "We will need more space soon, my lord. Your fortune cannot be contained here."

You stared in shock. Did you really own that much gold? "I have already drafted plans for a village to be built. A large manor should suffice." She gave you a knowing smile. "Should I begin preparations for a greater and grander home?" You couldn't believe it, but she was right. Even if it seemed she already had started those preparations, they were necessary, and you had a difficult time refusing her advice so you told her to get started. "I'll see to it at once. Your village will serve you well."

In a few short weeks, the village was built, and every completed building saw your idol gain whole feet of height. In several months, the huge basement treasury was filled again. By now, she truly looked like a real dragon. "My lord, I have a request." You stood before her, agog at how bafflingly massive she had become. She laid down in the street and smiled down at you. "I feel you should have a castle. There is a high plateau that would do well for the endeavor, and it will be more secure." You always did think it would be nice to live like royalty.

It took a long time to get the structure built, largely due to how difficult it was getting supplies to the top of a nearly thousand foot high rock formation, but the idol helped how she could. After nearly a year, your new home was built and what was left of your fortune was put into the expansive keep. This didn't sit well with many of the neighboring kingdoms.

They had fought for a long time over who would claim your village and its wealth, but the presence of an increasingly massive dragoness made that tenuous at best. Now nobody could easily march in, much less force you or those of what was now a major city to submit to them. Turned out that people enjoyed having a giant dragon around to keep them safe. A year after the keep was built, one of the neighboring kingdoms attempted an invasion. It went as poorly as you could expect.

"My lord," came the sweet voice of your idol. She stood on the ground far below, but she still dwarfed your castle and towered over it. "I think it is time to secure the safety of your holdings and expand upon them." She dropped a small bundle of flags and shields into the expansive courtyard. "Your neighbors have attacked more than once. May I claim their holdings as reparations?" You nodded and thanked her. She clapped her hands and practically skipped off to the nearest kingdom. Why settle for being royalty when you could the ruler of an empire?

Your empire grew by the day, and so did she. Every time somebody attacked, she simply claimed that land as yours, and it was done with surgical precision. No matter how big she got, she was always able to attack and crush their castle and all within on the first try. It was almost like she would settle for no less than world domination.

It didn't even take a month before the whole continent was yours. "My lord, the furthest reaches are yours." She lay down, nearly as big as an empire herself, and smiled at you on a balcony. "Soon everything else will follow. You shall have everything for saving my existence." You wondered about that. What would happen when you owned everything. You looked at the stars. Were those included? There was only one way to find out.

[anonymousftm]

i keep wondering about how a mutilated girl like me might get my tits to grow back. parts of me are afraid to make more permanent changes to my body, do something i'd regret. but i've already had top, so it's clearly too late for that, right? clearly i've already hit the point of no return, so why continue being so careful? i decide to skip my T shot one week and watch for changes; maybe my body's natural hormones will reinflate the breast tissue i still have left. when i don't grow tits after seven days i don't know what to feel. i guess i should feel relieved, right--? now i know i can take my time with this -- my conversion will not be an impulse decision. so i'll stay off T just one more week and check back in. i'm moody and irritable and tired, and my tits still aren't growing, but i'm two weeks in now and maybe that's two weeks closer to having tits again so i can't give up now. after a month i think i've finally started to feel something. i'm swollen and sensitive around my incisions, where the scar tissue has started to gently stretch. another month and i start to wonder when people will notice -- the fat in my face rearranging itself into its familiar feminine pattern; my ass filling out; my form-fitting shirts beginning to stretch ever so slightly over the steadily rounding shape of my chest.

it's still not enough. i need my body back. i need men to gawk at me in the street again, i need to feel the weight of my tits bounce any time i so much as move, i need to be reminded of what females are put here on this earth to do. i need -- it seems counterintuitive, i know, but -- i start birth control for the first time, hoping the extra hormones will go straight to my tits. and they do. and i'm soft and shapely and womanly again and at this point the only people who don't rightly call me female are those who've known me as a man for so long they'll be blind to any change less drastic than full-on pregnancy.

then that's my next step. i stop BC -- i only wanted it for this, to be fat-chested and feminine enough for a proper man to finally notice me and stop me and take me. once i've stopped BC, my body will revert. but pregnancy -- pregnancy will permanently change my body. pregnancy will swell my tits and keep them swollen, it will scar the skin on my stomach and waist and thighs, it will tear me open and keep me open and ready and available. my body will warp to meet the shape of my master and his child and no one will be able to look at me without knowing me as a woman.

so i take the first man i see -- i let him take me. he's rough and old and disgusting, but who am i to expect better, a delusional girl like me, her body all scarred up by stupid decisions. he forgives me, he loves me, and he is the best i could hope for. he places his hands on my tits, still swollen from the hormones, and i can't help but whimper, and he parts my legs and guides his cock into my dripping hole and fucks me.

i needn't describe to you how he fucks me. you've read it before. what you should know is this: he cums inside of me. i feel it warm and wet against the walls of my pussy. i feel it drip down my inner thigh. and i feel so empty when he pulls out of me.

it only takes one time. that's how ready i am, how womanly -- he only needs to fuck me once to breed me. i'm so nervous at first, so hopeful, i can't tell if the nausea is nerves or symptoms, but -- in a few weeks i know. i know. i feel it in my pussy, hot and sensitive, i feel it in my stomach, twisting and growing, and -- oh, and this is what i was looking for -- i feel it in my tits, growing, swelling, skin stretching as old nerves attempt to reconnect. my body wants to be a mother. my body wants to swell up big and full of fat milk and comfort. and he sees it too and he wants it for me -- he's thankful, so thankful i snapped out of it, i made the right decision -- and my tits are getting bigger every day and i am so, so grateful

[dimensional-fatty]

One evening morning at New York City, An 5’8 (1.73 m), chin-length Auburn hair female named April O’Neil, April is a Reporter who works at Channel 6 building. April wears distinctive yellow jumpsuit with white belt, a watch and white boots. April parked the van next to the lamppost as April unbuckle her seatbelt, turns the ignition to turn off, take car key out. April open the door as waddle scoot to step off, April gently place one foot into sidewalk as The truck’s right side went down, leaving the left side slightly up, April steps off as The truck went back down with heavier thud. “Opps” April giggling, her cheeks and chins wobbles. “Still need to get my Van some upgrade anytime soon” April close the door as continue waddle along sidewalk, April had changed since still being Channel 6 Reporter, hanging out with the Turtles and stuff. April have double chin and fatter cheeks pressing against her face, April can’t imagine living without her 400 pound fatass like boulder sized with ten chairs wide hips, good enough to make them Jell-O shake. Her breasts were large before but now it’s bigger than watermelons sagged atop her huge double stomach, both having torn their way free of her yellow jumpsuit, merely pulling open the front zipper at first. Her sleeves tightening around her meaty, fat-bloated upper arms. The one baggy garment left little, flabby legs and fattening thighs like sacks of steaks filling out her pants when the fabric sunk deep between her boulder sized buttocks, giving her a wedgie that was both horribly uncomfortable and more than a little humiliating. April step into Channel 6 Building that’s where she works, "Well, there it goes" April let out nervous grinned, her cheeks burgs and she alone took up a huge amount of space with her massively body plus booty, so fatty Reporter had to really squeeze in together to fit inside it. “Whew, kinda crowed in here” April didn’t noticed there’s someone already in the elevator (Irma)

"April what are you doing? Ain't you doing something important for the news?"