I Know She Has A More Slender Nose. Her Chin Is More Refined, And Her Eyes Sparkle With Mirth. Laughter

I know she has a more slender nose. Her chin is more refined, and her eyes sparkle with mirth. Laughter plays around doting, clever lips. The woman has high cheekbones, sculpted and pure. Eyelashes, so thick, brim with mystery beneath a poised brow. How her hair cascades and tumbles... links and chains to hold your heart fast.

But do she got huge mams like dis?

My tits are bigger now, everyday growing. I’m a fucking sexpot, there’ll be no slowing! I’ll bust every bra you ever buy me, and blow you senseless, you’ll have to tie me So tight, who cares if we fight? Because I might not be as smart or pretty, sometimes I can be a bit shitty, my giant tittes will please you day and night.

P.s. This bra doesn’t fit anymore. My boobs are at least twice as big now ;). Now tell me you don’t want that.

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Jessica wasn’t bad, she was just drawn that way, and Roger loved her for it. When she found an original studio pencil, what could she do but give it to her beloved man, so that he could have just a little more of her. But she could never have guessed just how bad her Honey Bunny wanted her; just how much of a pillar of strength he needed her to be....

Hell yeah man I'd love to see some muscle growth from you. (Also love your other stuff)

Just uploaded one with a little bit of muscle growth in there. It’s not enough to be full fmg, but I hope you’ll appreciate it anyway :)

Looking forward to your return here!

Well, enjoy this afternoon’s piece of work. I’m off to a friend’s house so he can teach me the ways of the Playstation. A grand evening to you and all.

Speaking of beaches, I'd love to see a Muslim girl undergo an hourglass transformation and grow to ginormous proportions, causing her to burst out of her Burqini.

Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like that before, actually.

Something had changed her in the warehouse. Among the hundreds of figurines, tools, statues, carved objects, and other mysterious objects stored there to be forgotten, there had been a culprit. Some piece of strange magic,leftover from days gone by, had given her its last spark. The vestige of a goddess.

As she drove away from the lockdown and crossed the miles of countryside, completely wild save for the watchtowers and overhead drones, a bud of warmth had nestled deep within her. She brushed the locks of hair that began to lengthen, distracted by the bumps in the road ahead. No one knew who had made it, and the government had only chosen to put the warehouse out here because, apart from its isolation, there were certain things in there that were dangerous or could not be moved. Some were even here before they found this place. Some appeared after. This was the first time she had been given clearance to visit.

She was uncomfortable, but it was not from the heat baking down from the summer sun that day. In fact, she wasn’t sweating a drop. However, the driver’s seat had begun to feel very confining. Her knees gently crept towards the underside of the wheel as she began to grow taller, and their angle shifted as her ass began to plump beneath her. She adjust herself, and moved her hips as they gained several inches in circumference. Soon, she was forced to duck slightly so she could see properly. The miles rolled on, and her head gently brushed the ceiling of the car. It was difficult to steer properly like this, and every bump jostled her. Her hair was pushed slowly to the sides as her shirt tightened. Her petite breasts began to swell up to a shapely elegance, sending bolts of pleasure as the seams of her top slowly tore away.

She had realised what was happening, and as she began to approach the security checkpoint that would lead  her out into the world, her muscles tensed, bunching and tightening as her strength multiplied. However, a dazzling smile was enough to make the guard blush and almost drop his machine gun. It didn’t look like it could do that much harm to her anyway. She smiled, cheekbones sliding higher as her face was sculpted further into a personification of beauty. Her large eyes beheld the mortals around her, analysed every one of their thoughts and movements. Her hair lazily trailed to waist length, and she felt herself being pushed forwards by her swelling ass towards the steering wheel. Her burgeoning breasts met the wheel first, growing heavier and more sensitive as she scrunched further into the seemingly shrinking cabin. 

And then she was past the border and out. It was not long before her power exceeded the need for the vehicle. She let it roll away; useless. The goddess reborn stood, past eight feet tall, taut with muscle and dimpled with soft curves, wise as the ages. Whatever that woman had been was a meagre start, and it was gone now. She flexed, and expanded further, her breasts, ass, and hips straining to an even further exaggeration of an hourglass. Indeed, some of the old power was left at least... Tattered cloth fell to the earth, exposing her Junoesque figure. She felt the power trickling through her, in these still semi-mortal veins. She felt the mortal inside, still not fully embracing the ascension. She could feel those two men, still thinking about her, wanting her. She snapped a finger, and she became clothed in a set of the strange garb of this era. Her ass and thighs thickened again. Worship, power... She needed MORE.