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let everyone see how fat you aređ
why hide your body under loose clothes?! doesn't it turn you on to see how tight your old clothes have become?) don't you get turned on by how big you have become?? I think you should wear only tight clothes so that you can see your breasts filled with fat, lush hips and a huge soft tummy that sticks out roundly from under your T-shirts đ and Iâm also attracted to your hands, they are like eclairs, fat and plump, I want you squeeze them~ and yes, if you lived with me, your whole body would be covered in hickeys and kisses, as well as bites, since I canât restrain myself when I see such a hot fatty đ
đ„Rave day. Good day.đ„
There's a new belly in town...
Thanksgiving really stretched me out but I'm not mad about how it feels đđ€°
âWhy hello there, Jones. Iâve been waiting a long time for thisâ purred a husky womanâs voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.
I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.
âWhatâs the matter, cat got your tongue?â she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists.Â
I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out âWho is that?â
A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.
âWhat do you want?!â I yelled, backing further into the corner.
A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.
Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.
She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, âWhy my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.â
The necklace was placed over Alessiaâs head, and she became queen. The heavy weight of gold and jewels settled on her, tugging down from her collar bone to below her midriff. In the centre of the carcanet was placed the most precious of all the things bestowed upon her - The Queen's Orb. It was not forged or cut from any material known to this world. The thing had fallen from the heavens and had been fashioned into the centrepiece of the necklace, which had been worn by the dynasty for over three millenia.
She breathed in, and was surprised to not fell any different. She did not feel as her handmaid had described it, herself being stretched far and wide across the kingdom, to watch over and bear each burden and suffering. She did not experience the rush of fright or pain that had been indoctrinated into her expectations.
Then the high priest announced off in the distance, that she had passed the final test of faith, and knelt, requesting his new Queen to rise. And so Alessia did, marvelling at this last trick. So she was worthy yes. It was now for her to lead her people, and she had pased their greatest test, submitting to the threat of eternal suffering for their sakes.
She continued to stand, going up and up, and she realised she was a full foot taller than when she had knelt and removed her upper garment. The aspect of the goddess was coming upon her then, and instead of pain, she in fact felt powerful, regal pleasure. With confidence she rose taller and taller, and into her grew the symbol of the goddess - the hourglass, the balance might last for all time. Her hips pelvis and chest began to expand, faster than the rest of her.
By the time she had passed the nine foot mark, each breast had exceeded the size of her head, while retaining their beautiful, sculpted, tear drop shape. Her posterior had swelled too, pulling up inch after inch of the loose, flowing cloth of the lower half of the robe. Along with her buttocks, her hips and thighs widened to match, thickening and parting further than her shoulders, keeping pace with the heft of her breasts.
She continued to grow, taller and thicker, during the ceremony, to match her regal station and wisdom. However, if she ruled well, it would not be the last she would experience, for the Queen, or as she would be later known, the Empress, was a representation of the bounty of the land.
âWell, whatever I guess, if he likes it.â thought Diandra, tugging the dress with difficulty over her head. She knew in her heart this was true, that she would do anything for Drake... even get bigger.
Her lips smiled as she thought about how much he would like it, imagining Drakeâs strong hands pressing into her firm, enormous jugs. He would love it, and he would love her, yes.
She examined her mighty bustline and ass in the mirror. She was fucking perfection, and no one had a hope in catching Drakeâs eye after he got a load of her like this.
Another set of lips began to show its pleasedness, and Diandra marvelled at the feeling as she ran a hand over her contoured ochre flesh, raising goosebumps of pleasure beneath her filed nails.
She had seen him when they had met up last weekend, eyeing up all the big girls. Well, now she was the bigger girl... But was she the biggest? For the first time since Diandra had took the pills, she was nervous. Was she enough woman for him?Â
Her mind trailed back to when she had snooped through his phone, and over the pictures she had found there. Surely any of those big titted-and-bootied sluts would do anything for a man like Drake! Well, she would do better, she resolved, knocking back the rest of the bottle, ignoring all safety signs.
Meanwhile, Drake was on his way over to Diandraâs place, innocent of what was transpiring there, still combing his untameable hair. He had decided to bite the bullet and do it, to ask Diandra out. How many more excuses was he going to have to make to âmeet upâ with her. Well, now he had found his guts, and held a swag of flowers he had picked from Mrs Hendersonâs garden, though he wished momentarily that it was dutch courage instead. He turned the corner on to her street, and walked up to Diandraâs front door, rapping smartly.Â
He noticed a curious shaking in the ground, and figured there must be roadworks nearby. After waiting a minute, he knew his courage was failing. He stepped off the porch and began to make his way round the side of the house to the back door, which he knew she always left unlocked, a nervous quickness in his step. The shuddering increased...
I canât stop! I know your cum makes me bigger every time, but it just feels so good when you put it in my ass! Uhhh... My panties are so tight, itâs like Iâm wearing a G string now. Please, I want you in me again. I love the feeling of your deep inside me, thrusting between my cheeks as they flex and they... and they... grow.Â
Ok., ok. I want it again, I want you to fuck me, make me come, come in me. Yes, I want to be bigger, I want to grow to your hot seed, and for you to get hard and fuck me all over again, watching my beautiful booty get bigger and bigger. I need... Oh! Mmhmmm.... Ughhh...
ah yes, the three genders, lavender, apple, and musk
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got in the mood to draw something spooky related, so here's a Gengar gijinka!
Parts 1-4 out of 9 for a twitter commissioner!! :)c
Debimbofied Nerdification sequence, 1-3/6 for a client on Twitter (:
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