PERFECT BABY BUMP

PERFECT BABY BUMP

Has anybody else noticed that it seems that nobody tells children fairytales anymore? It seems that they only read them books or have them watch movies; oral storytelling appears to have vanished. Perhaps it’s just in my area, but it has quite literally been years since my friends, family, and I have met a child who has even referenced a fairytale character that didn’t appear in a Disney movie.

She had never been like this before. Growing heavy and round with your baby hadn’t made her glowing and demure like all of those pregnancy stereotypes had suggested; instead it made her into a cock-addled  slut desperate for more fucking and more of your cum. You’d already given three rounds of your hot semen and still that frenzied look on her face remained.

How much more of this could you take? Would she revert back to her normal libido when the baby comes? Did you even want her to back to normal?

And with that, the thought of keeping your sexy girlfriend like this permanently, all tits and belly and endless lust, you feel your cock begin to rise for round four.

BNHA end thank you sketch by animator Yoshiyuki Kodaira

I don't know how many of my followers are furries but we just lost one of ours.

He died because the medical industry in the US refused to help. He was murdered in a million little ways, with a million automated systems.

He was on bluesky no more than five hours ago, now he's gone.

Dragoneer ran FurAffinity, which is more or less the furry art site. It looks like its' from the early aughts, has no native pdf support, and has zero discoverability or algorithmic function. It's home to me, it's always been home.

No matter how often I moved or how often my life radically changed, there was FA. I met my husband on the forums. Through the majority of its' life, Dragoneer kept it running. He never sold us out, never tried to keep up with trends. It's a community.

And there is something bitter about losing someone who was key to keeping one of the relics of the internet before corporations took over.

We have our home, but it's lost its' keeper.

Good night, Neer. You kept the lights on.