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More fan art for I Hold Hands With Cosmic Entities by AdoxographicGrim on ao3 or @grimalkinmessor here on our little hell site. unfortunately i reached the point where i needed to start taking creative liberties and bullshitting my way through it but I've been in an art block for the last 3 years and i no longer have a single creative bone in my body soooooo yehhhh just take it and let me leave.
fine, he'll do it, but he still doesn't understand how this is supposed to raise civilian's morale 🙄
pspspsps @vodika-vibes @yve-barr come get your man
No female presenting nipples here. Nipples are offencive to Tumblr staff. But it does have a pretty triangle tattoo between those titties. I love art.
Hello ! here's a fan-art of LaynarLazar she's a pretty chill Vtuber with a nice horror theme go check her out !
Also I had so much fun drawing this and I'm now comfortable enough with my skill to say that I'M OPEN FOR COMISSIONS ! yay !
i'll soon post my pricings :)
BIGGEST BRA MYTH YOU HAVE BEEN BELIEVING!!!!!
that you need one
FREE THE CITY AND FREE THE TITTIES!!!
Bustline: 2048cm... And Counting
Your fingers slide over the keys. She moans softly. You lick your lips and blink a few times, focusing. You need to concentrate on this, despite the prickling heat that is building. Your touch is light as your fingers brush back towards those vital buttons, and you once again slip into the same old rhythm: up, right, left, right, up. Contentment swells from a sigh beside you, and you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. It’s working. “Yes…” she purrs. The delicate, fruity musk of her perfume hangs heavy in the air, subduing and intoxicating. You can only comply. You move shift one picture towards the other on the sixteen square grid, and a throb courses through you as you successfully combine two of the larger figures and they meld into one. You note that this is already promising to be a better run that last time, as you feel something soft begin to press against your elbow. “Oh, oh, more… More…” she croons. Her eyes are closed, so she must be enjoying this a lot. She normally can’t keep her eyes off them, but before you look back to the screen you hear a whimper and see that her hands have slipped downwards.
As you slot more and more of the pictures together, the pressing against your arm becomes more persistent, and the soft firmness begins to push upwards. A stitch pops, and then another, and you feel yourself begin to ache, mouth dry. As if sensing your hesitation, she lets out another moan, and you feel the bed shudder. “Bigger.” The word whispered echoes across the ether and through you, and you feel your blood pumping. You eagerly increase your computations, blinking rapidly to try and maintain precision. A button pops on the front of the silk negligee she’s wearing, first one, and then another as she intakes a long, ragged breath. A button lands, on the keyboard, and you look to your left beside you, you can’t help it. Past the flesh pressing into and now slightly over your left forearm, you see a spectacular sight. Her hair tousled around her, mouth lightly open and eyes closed, your girlfriend lies on the bed beneath her magnificent chest as it heaves slightly but rapidly. A groan escapes her, and before your eyes the shirt she is wearing splits open, revealing mound upon mound of perfect, supple breast, quivering in the light of the screen. With each inhalation her chest rises, but falls markedly less with every exhalation. Slowly but surely it is rising, expanding, filling… growing. The last button begins slowly to tighten. Unbidden, your left hand moves towards a nipple, already hard and puffy, peaking with dark excitement. You know you have a long way to go before the game is over, but the temptation is too great. However, before your hand has finished its ascent, the movement sending ripples across the expanse of titflesh, she breathes in suddenly and you feel her hand begin to work faster beside you. A light dampness touches your thighs, warm with honeyed sighs and caresses. “Please don’t stop, please,” she begs you. “Not yet, ple-” she interrupts herself with a loud, high moan. “Uh! I’m getting so big!” It may be her breathing quickening, but her chest seems to swell just a little faster, as if to remind you of the urgency of the matter. It’s too much for you – almost. You know that you can go further, and your zeal returns as you work at the keys, hands darting back and forth. Your erection is iron, and only seems to harden further with every little jolt her fingers, and now her breasts also, make on their fastidious expansion. When you first told your girlfriend about your fetish, you were nervous, expecting the worst. Though at first the idea didn’t do too much for her, the story has altered somewhat now… “Pump me up! Oh yes big boy! Yes!” she screams, arching her back underneath the mountains either side of her as they split the last of stitches of her negligee open, revealing her stupendous glory to the world. You move your fingers faster and faster, your mind racing in elation and calculation, you’re beginning to approach your high score, and her tits are spilling out everywhere, covering most of your arm and a good part of your chest. Judging by the aroma pervading the air, she has come at least once, but still she frantically continues to play with herself, as if they were but short spurts of relief leading up to something… greater. You’re getting closer, you realise, to the actual end of game. Her mammaries continue to engorge, augmenting further and faster beyond human capability or belief, and her cries get louder and lustier by the second. A creak resounds from the bed frame. You hear a snap, and figure that the belt she had asked you to secure around her had snapped under the exponential tightening. Suddenly a hand grabs your hard on and begins to fervently jack you off. “More, more! So much more!” Nearly blinded by sudden pleasure, carnal excitement, and encroaching rack, you begin to slip, and only by sheer luck are you able to keep going. You accidentally press the down key, spawning a comparatively slim figure at the top, but by some stroke, of hers or genius, you aren’t sure, you right yourself, and several newly stacked ones pop out. The jump in the score is enormous, but the numbers accelerating upwards can hardly keep pace with the jugs beside and around you, blowing up in every direction, soft, heavy, and delicious. You see the numbers mounting, and memorising the next few moves, you turn to look at her, your fingers moving automatically. Her assets burgeoning beyond all reasonable size, you have surpassed your highscore. She opens her eyes for a moment, and the lust there drinks you in as you both come to that realisation. Her grip on your penis only tightens, and her movements become more purposeful, preparative. You slot one more large combination. “Awww… Yeah! Oh baby, yeah!” she explodes once more, squirming and seeming to get even hornier, if such a thing were possible. Her tits have surpassed all reasonable recognition, and she is more attached to them at this point, buried beneath the two enormous globes which press up against the sides of her jaw, slick with sweat, and reach down to past her midriff. You have been shunted almost off the bed, and are forced to put one foot on the floor as you maniacally tap away at your keyboard desperate, like she, to reach that goal. At first it was a little awkward explaining your fantasy to her, that it didn’t matter what her size was, that you loved her regardless, but rather that it was just a fantasy of yours, a kink where you were aroused by the idea of a woman’s satisfaction being shown… visibly. She was a little self-conscious at first, but it was she who wanted to try out the roleplays. Perhaps a part of her wanted to be your fuck toy, she did like being dominated, and this was a situation where you had control. This was enjoyable, and she began to get a little into it, probably because of the effect on you, but now, ever since you two had found the game, she was evidently fully fledged in the fetish. “Mmm… Uh, oh! They feel so good, so sensitive, oh please push them out, more, more, MORE!” Now you moved the cluster of remaining tiles up, joining link after link of the busty women, forming bustier still ones, and your darling responded so beautifully, her boobs surging forth, finally driving you off the bed, ripping you from her manacle-like clamp. Nonplussed, you only briefly glanced at the gargantuan hooters that towered above the mattress and frame, each one double the width of her body, massive, firm teardrops capped with nipples each of which would scarcely fit in your mouth. “Fuuuck!” The curse ripped from her throat, an expression of wantonness, down through the canyon of her cleavage. You press the final button, the up key, once. The screen turns gold, but you aren’t looking anymore, because beside you comes crashing down a twin set of brobdingnagian behemoths of voluptuousness. Her tits engulf you. Who knows where your laptop is now… She is absolutely colossal, or so you can affirm by the sea of tit around you, pliant yet firm, squeezing. You are amazed at your self-restraint for not having climaxed just thinking about it. You can feel the flesh around you quaking, assuredly from pleasure at the distant muffled cries of titillation, most likely caused by your movements in this spectacular chasm, but also from something else. Luckily you had planned for this also. Managing to extricate yourself after some deliberation, you see you have still underestimated. The no doubt shattered remains of the bed are nowhere to be seen, and the armchairs either side are already not enough. They are currently seven- make that eight feet apart, one pushing up against the wall, the other slowly sliding on the floor, being pushed outward by the left tit of your girlfriend. It’s bigger than you are. It’s several times bigger than you are. It’s still growing. They’re still growing. She is still growing. You can’t help but lie there for a moment, gobsmacked and in awe at the sight before you. Not in your most vivid dreams had you ever imagined- “I need you inside me! Now!” the sound came from the centre, and you could see her, head still under a pillow, her gaze afire with a glowing fervour. Her tone brooked no argument. Climbing on to the desk you had placed at the end of the room, you dived, even as it begins to buckle, unable to move back any further. It was a short distance, the wall of bust literally coming up to meet you. You heave your way through, worsening the problem the entire time by making her squeal with sensory delight. Passing by her nipple you can’t help but give it a tug on the way. You can’t even close your fist around it, and the resulting spasm of growth, accompanied of course by an oh-so-sexy moan, leaves you with an extra minute of spelunking. You find her in the mass, randy and hot blooded. “Yes, come on, come to mama!” the vixen calls, unable to quite keep the shakes out of her voice as you push through the last yard between you. “I am so hot for you. I need you so badly. My pussy is drooling for your cock now.” Her tone is succubine, her need bestial. “But first, I know what you need big boy. Come to mama, she wants to give you a reward after all that hard work, and besides, she’s sooo hungry” There’s no actual need, but you comply. She gobbles her prize, wasting no time. Veins push and stand out, and your foreskin draws back as the red muscles of her mouth scurry over and around you. She sucks vehemently, vacuuming out any traces of softness. As she bobs her head, you can still feel the pressure about you increasing slightly, as pound after pound of sweet melon engorge themselves upon the room around you. After a full minute you hear a loud ping from some far off corner. With a chuckle she lets loose your organ, and it crashes down just below her chin, leaving a faint trail of saliva. From this close, the small pumpkins overflowing her collar bone and resting against her jaw are just the tip of the icebergs. It’s almost impossible to contemplate the rest all about as it seeks yet more empty space to occupy. You have little time to, letting out a gasp as she hungrily takes a ball between her lips and licks at the saltiness, reminding you of your duties as a lover. Not that she minds you looking. You know that half her excitement is just from how sprung she has you right now. That being said… you notice her fingers pawing at the tit around. Ok, perhaps a third of her excitement? You whisper, your voice low and gravelly, strained with desire. “So what can I do for my lady?” Your penis throbs, arousal etched into the bulge as tit softly wraps around caressing it. She doesn’t answer. Words have failed her at this point. Even through the juggernaut ranges beside you, you can scent the trace of her wetness through the canyon, aching to be dammed. You hear another ping from the laptop, and realise that you have beaten the top score. Your mind is boggled, contemplating the imminent surge of bonus points. You hasten to her slit. You want to show her how much you’re going to enjoy this next part. After it all, she lies smiling on an elbow gazing at you through the haze of dust, plaster, and splinters. You’re plugging in your laptop, grimacing. You can’t believe the battery died just as you realised you unlocked the bonus level… “You boys and your toys” she mumbles, licking a stray strand of semen, and winks at you. You smile, thinking of the tablet she has ordered and the stand she has already connected to the bed above her head for when it arrives… Now you’ll just need a new bed, and that’s the least of things needing replacing. You recall your second cousin’s farm in the country, and the large barns on the rolling estate, empty and vast for miles on end. Well, he did offer you a job there, and you’re hardly getting your deposit back for this place. Now if you could only find your phone amongst all this sensitive ‘clutter’.
This was my dream. Growing enormous, beautiful breasts! I had always dreamed of it, and yet, now I had them well past the size of the palm of my hand... they weren’t enough.
I pleaded with the doctor. I needed them bigger. He didn’t understand, wouldn’t understand. I felt something growing in me, an intense desire. I decided to seduce him. I would make him make them bigger.
Soon enough, my tits were rubbing up and down on his meaty dick. I had never done this before, and it felt exciting as he thrust up against my ribs, my tits wholly enveloping his hard cock. My breathing was ragged as he tugged at my nipples, driving me on like a rider with his reins, willing me to tittyfuck him until he exploded all over me. My hands, just beneath his, jiggled the vastness of my boobs,
I could smell his cologne, could see the sweat gathering around the rim of his glasses, and he licked his lips, gasping with the pleasure I was bestowing unto his manhood. Yes, I wanted him to come all over me. it was no longer about getting what I wanted through this - this WAS what I wanted, what I had wanted all along. I knew it somewhere inside me.
His pleasure began to swell, and I held my breath, jerking my breasts up and down over his rock hard phallus with lightning speed. And then... he came. Gloriously, all over me; in my face, all over my tits. His hot spunk pooled in my cleavage, and I immediately began to rub it in feverishly, licking up hot streams of the white river. Then I pressed again, unrelenting, and another shuddering spurt ejected from his veiny penis, as it throbbed jet after jet, expending his enormous balls utterly.
And then... I began to grow again, as somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would.
Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?
She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product.
Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.
Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.
A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?
She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator.
As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.
She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.
She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.
It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller.
Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.
She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...
“Dear God,
“I know you work in mysterious ways. And don’t think I’m not grateful! After all, I’ve gotten this big – no, huge – in just the two months since I first prayed for tits big enough to put that silly white bitch Suzie to shame. Now look at me! I’m spilling out of every bra I’ve ever owned, and Suzie crosses her arms over her chest every time I sit down at the lunch table with her.
“But I was thinking… and if you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’m completely OK with the blessing you’ve already bestowed upon me and all that – but I was thinking that maybe I could stand to get a little bit bigger still. You know, just a few more inches on the measuring tape. It’d make landing that smart, wealthy, husband that Mama and Nana keep praying for me to find that much easier, wouldn’t it? And bigger boobs would mean that the children that I’ll have with him – and I know you love children, that’s, like, the one thing that the priest preaches about every week, the evils of condoms and all that – anyway, those children will be able to absolutely thrive if I had big breasts full of milk for them.
“Plus, I know that that hunky guy Kevin on the football team is absolutely crazy for huge boobs. Like – well, I’m sure you’ve seen his porn stash. You’re God, you know everything. So if you want me and him to hook up, then I’m going to need to be a lot bigger up here, right? Right.
“So that’s all I’ve got tonight, God. I ask you and Jesus Christ, your Son, that with the Spirit, our welcome guest, you guard our sleep and bless our rest, etc etc. And bigger breasts.
“Amen.”
‘Oh shit... how many were in there?’ you wonder, your eyes like saucers.
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God, what a bunch of spoilsports. Those bitches were all just jealous
“Oh my God, you need to get to a hospital”” “There’s, like, something totally wrong with you!” - Yeah whatever. They could all go to hell.
Samantha luxuriated in the feeling as her tits jumped up another size, quivering as she walked along the corridor with a new confidence, and a staggeringly gorgeous rack. She had long removed her bra, which by comparison had been little more than a glorified vest.
With the clack of her heels and the enlarging bounce of breasts, she felt powerful. An echo could be heard of the small horde who had started to meekly follow her down the corridor. Mmm... Her shirt was about to give way. Soon their curiosity would give way to full blown adoration. She chuckled... Delicious.
He wants me to be everything for him; whatever he wants me to be.
But what about what I want?
Yes, sure, they feel good. The weight on my chest just feels right, like I’ve been walking wrong till now. That pull that makes me arch my back to hold them up, it’s just natural.
Every week the mirror shows me how much they’ve enlarged. I love the way clothes look on me now, stretched beyond capacity, like I’m too much to handle And boy, I need some handling.
The pleasure these babies give me... When we’re together, or even when I’m alone in bed at night, I can feel them, like an active presence, slowly swelling bigger and bigger. When my boobs are touched, the brush of a hand, the snag of a shirt, whisper of a breeze... and the sensation is only increasing as they grow. I can now orgasm from a single nipple, but I’m so horny all the time that I need to get off at least thrice a day to be satisfied.
I think about my titties all the time and I find myself flaunting them... it’s natural. They’re amazing. I’ll keep growing, I can’t stop, it just feels too good. But though they need attention, so do I. I need a man who will view me for me, as a wonderful woman first and as the busty cumslut who needs his cock between her tits daily second.
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