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Helping a Friend Get Ready for a Party
A friend/child/pet is getting ready for a party and is struggling to do so. They call upon their mother (you) to assist them in getting ready. Try not to go mental with love and do some weird shit. Again. Like you tend to do.
Contains: Fauxcest, mommy kink, mommy reader, puppy-play stuff, lactation, breastfeeding, making someone fuck other people they aren’t interested in so they come back unsatisfied, huffing panties, and cleaning.
Word Count: ~3500
Breeder Program: Intense Couple
Couple signs up for the intensive breeder program and takes to it instantly.
Contains: Breeding, hyper-pregnancy, LOTS of pregnancy, full body growth, muscle growth, extreme weight gain, lactation, talking about becoming a god of breeding, weird thoughts about breeding, breast and ass and everything expansion, also a snake furry.
Word Count: ~2850
Paws crossed chapter 1: Awkward Encounter
Elaborate fantasy and sci-fi worldbuilding as necessary context and structure for porn is great, but what's really fantastic is when the worldbuilding is a product of the porn. It clearly didn't need to be there, but at some point the author took a closer look at the porn and started asking "okay, so what does this imply?"
Level 1: The worldbuilding needs to be there for the porn to make sense.
Level 2: The porn needs to be there for the worldbuilding to make sense.
Socially Distant
Inspired by @buttexpansioncaps - "Bounce Virus" stories. (@BeckMoon1 on twitter) You can find an archive of some of their stories on Tumbex
A story about getting lost in your your phone, doom scrolling as the world outside fades away. Letting yourself go numb as your ass gains quaking mass the further into trance you fall.
Available to read on the following platforms: DeviantArt Fur Affinity CryptPad
CW: Mentions of The Pandemic
Gangle and Zooble had immediately run off to who knows where when Caine announced the update had gone live. Pomni didn’t know what Jax and Ragatha’s reactions were—Jax had left the moment the AI said the word “sex” and Ragatha had left after the word “npc." She hadn’t asked the next time she saw them because… quite honestly, she didn’t want to know. Kinger had patiently listened to Caine explain the mechanics of it all and then politely declined—he didn’t want to imagine being with anyone other than his wife, and that ship had already sailed years ago.
As for Pomni herself…
Well.
So far she was having problems.
From March 13th to May 12th, I did a challenge to write 50,000 words of just oneshots to help get my words out and start writing stories instead of just writing notes about them forever.
With the release of this fic, this challenge is now complete at 59,244 words. I’ve been working on it for over a month now to the detriment of pretty much everything else, and now it’s finally done.
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals. I’m gonna go shrivel up into a corncob now.
That’s Cool and all but what if you put *girls* into situations with big ladies :3
lots of situations to monitor lately
Canyon walls of women. Delightful. As I walk through the valley of the shadow of bliss, and all that. Damn, you always do size difference so good. Look at how fucking big they are! One steps forward and you're pinned! Delightful!
The New Bunny
A woman that is very serious about Easter and egg hunting receives the job offer of her dreams in one of the most unusual ways possible. She then takes on the mantle in one of the most sexual ways possible.
(Fun fact: The draft for this story was made in march of 2021! Wild!)
Contains: Furry transformation, ovulation, egg laying, breast expansion, ass expansion, weight gain, bunny, implication that people eat the eggs that are ovulated.
Word count: ~2000
Chocolate loving bun
It's shameful, isn't it? The need you have burning inside your chest, the aching void that cries out, that screams and pleads and begs to be bigger. You can feel it when you look at your own chest and when you scroll through endless pictures of women with full, soft, heavy breasts that make your mind burn with envy. It's shameful to want something like that, to be so obsessed with size and growing and your own greed that even a glimpse of cleavage makes arousal burn inside your core.
But if it's forced, it's not your fault, is it?
No, no; how could it be? You're struggling against your restraints, begging your captor to do anything but inject you with more growth serum. You can cry and scream and fight because you know there's nothing you can do to stop it. You get to pretend like you don't want it even though your heart pulses arousal through every inch of your body when you imagine being bustier. There can't be any shame, any guilt, then, if it's being forced upon you. You get to hide in that safe shell of denial and still reap the benefits of feeling your breasts swell and grow, pulling heavily on your chest and spreading out as gravity wins out over their immense softness.
I won't let you hide.
I won't let you deny it.
I know, deep down, it'll feel even better to admit it. That shame, that guilt, will only heighten your pleasure more.
So I want you to admit it.
Say it out loud.
Just five little words.
"I want to be bigger."
You can massage your chest while you scream loud enough for your roommate to hear it.
"I want to be bigger!"
You can stand in front of the mirror, look at your chest, and say it proudly and confidently.
"I want to be bigger."
You can pull the covers over your head, barely illuminated by the light of your phone, while you whisper it.
"I want to be bigger."
Regardless of how you say it, admitting it is so vitally important. I want you to feel your lips as they form the shapes of each word.
"I want to be bigger."
I want you to feel the vibrations in your chest and in your throat, however subtle, as you breathe life into the words.
"I want to be bigger."
Maybe you've never said it before. Maybe you're worried that it'd be too greedy, that you're denying how lucky it is to be as busty as you are and yet still eager for me. Maybe you're worried about what people would think of you, watching you bounce and jiggle no matter how modestly you dress. Maybe you think that the size you want is perverse and obscene and that anyone who looks at you would instantly see you as a degenerate, even without knowing how badly you wanted it and how desperate you are to become even bigger.
It's okay to think those things and have those worries.
Feel the shame.
Feel the guilt.
But say it anyway.
It's okay.
Take a deep breath.
Close your eyes.
And listen to yourself say the words.
"I want to be bigger."
"I want to be bigger."
"I need to be bigger."
Feel the shame creeping hot into your cheeks, the guilt squeezing your chest, and say it.
"I need to be bigger."
Doesn't that feel good?
"I need to be bigger."
It feels so good to admit what you want, what you need, what you are.
"I need to be bigger."
There's nothing new.
"I need to be bigger."
Nothing has changed.
"I need to be bigger."
You're still you.
"I need to be bigger."
You're just admitting, finally, what you tried to hide for so long.
You want to be bigger.
You need to be bigger.
You will be bigger.
Helping a Friend Unwind his Mind
A friend and housemate is, once again, in need of his mothers attention after a long and snowy day. His mother being his friend, i.e. you. The only thing to do is convert his mind into milk and care for your sweet little boy for the day. Try not to go mad with maternal feelings… again.
Contains: Mom-kink play, mind draining, friends with benefits, reader POV, female reader, humanXfurry, lactation, breast feeding, weight gain, breast expansion, breeding, fXm.
Word count: ~2300
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You take a sip from your coco and flip to the next page. The book was middling, in a few months you’d struggle to recall most details outside of the plot synopsis. Shame, the base sci-fi desperate drug smuggling family idea sounded like it had legs. Maybe if it had a writer that didn’t repeat the same three descriptors ad nauseam you wouldn’t be grimacing. Plus his descriptions of a “large” chest on the female lead were embarrassing. You dwarfed her D cups, she isn’t special.
The front door opened, a harsh and icy wind blowing through it and into the living room. You bristle at it from inside your large sweater. “Fucking hell, this cold will not stop.”
“Tell me about it, cuz I can tell you!” Your housemate said as he slammed the door behind him. He entered the living room covered in a layer of snow, face obscured by two scarves and body padded with four layers to keep the cold from killing him. Still, he shivered. The downside of opting to have cold blood when you become a lizard person. He discarded the layers in a frenzy, throwing it every which way. You finish off your drink and watch in amusement.
“Did you run out of heating packs?”
“No! I have six of them! It’s just so fucking cold and snowing like mad! Half a meter! Half a meter of snow just today! Fucking stupid ass snow- I should have- I gotta move to a hotter place!”
“You say that every winter, but why don’t you?”
“I. Like. My. Job. We have a game coming up that’ll change the scene.” You chuckled at that without meaning to. He said that the last four times. Hasn’t happened yet. “What’s funny?!”
“I’m sorry, that was rude.” You rise from the sofa. “Can I get you some coco? I have dark chocolate, your favorite.”
His tail swishes. “Fine. Fucking…” He followed you into the kitchen, standing by in just a graphic tee and boxers. “I love the job, I do.”
“But?”
“BUT! I cannot STAND Richard, oh that smug prick is going to ruin this shit. I thought his fishing minigame shit was a joke, he suggested one for the last three games, but no! He had a whole mess of slides- which sucked ass -about how it could tie into a crafting system and a whole fucking.” He was talking near a scream and shouting with his hands as you calmly prepared an extra large cup of coco. “The game is a run and gun, you’re supposed to go fast, you’re supposed to speedrun. A fucking fishing minigame to do some dumb crafting to make fucking potions to make the game easier- we have easy mode! We have it in the settings! Is he dumb?”
You pour the drink and retrieve the classic toppings, marshmallows, whipped cream. “You want some shaved chocolate?”
“No, caramel.” He calmed for a moment.
“You got it, dear.” You gave it extra of everything and slid the drink along the counter. It looked picture worthy. Pat grabbed it and downed half in moments, gasping as he let a small burp out. “Thirsty?” You said as a leading question.
“C-Cold. It’s fucking hell out there, ninth circle.” He took a more conservative sip, returning to his hackles. “Shit day. Programs crashed, bugs won’t die, someone fiddled with the server following a ‘Tube video to try to make the system faster. Fucked everything for half an hour, of course.”
“Awful. Just awful. Do you need cuddles?”
“Yes!” He hissed. Rude. You let it slide as you lead him back to the sofa. You sit next to each other and wrap an arm around him, your other hand petting his thigh. His scales always felt so nice. He quietly drank and stared out the window at the snow raging outside. “It looks so nice when it’s not freezing me.”
“Sorry about the day. I should’ve had you bring more heating packs.”
“No, you’re fine. You’re… wonderful.” His voice was so weak. Your chest began to ache.
“How sweet.” You planted a kiss on his head. He nestled into you, staring off as he finished off the last of the coco over the course of a few minutes. You felt his body warm from your embrace. He shifts, lying down and placing his head on your lap, right below your chest. A spark went off in your head, but you had restraint. He’d open the door if he wanted too. You rest a hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as his breathing calmed, and the other petting his head to sooth him. “Precious.”
“Mom?” There it was. The signal. You had been hoping, always hoping, always waiting for him to allow you to care for him. With that the spark in you ran free, he opened the door for it, the nurturing urge unchained.
“Yes, my baby?” Your voice was deeper, sultry now.
“Can, I… go blank. Just, drink and…”
You smiled the way only a mother seeing their kid being adorable can. “Of course, honey. Any time.” You pulled your sweater up, breasts flopping free against your chest and partially covering him. So nice to air the girls out. They were already beading milk. His eyes looked so greedy as he put a puffy nipple against his mouth and began to drink. You let a long moan out, growing wet in your pants. The lightning-like bliss shooting from your sensitive teats and into the churning furnace of your lust addled mind.
You felt it, one of your favorite feelings, the sensation of his thoughts and troubles leaking from his mind into your breasts. Every worry swells them that bit bigger, turning into milk for your special boy. He was so wonderful, his sharp teeth nibbling gently as his soft scaled lips suckle on you. You loved this, needed this, needed to provide for your friend who doubled as your son. Who you claimed as your son.
His eyes dulled, drinking became faster, more fervent, trying to quell endless thirst. Mind drowning in milk as your chest swelled more and more, filling your lap and covering his torso. Your free breast, which was now more like an udder, spraying milk like a small fountain onto the floor. You glance over and shudder involuntarily. He had a raging hard on. He always had one while in your care. You loved him so much. Platonically, somehow. A friend-son with benefits was better than a relationship.
Your head is pounding. Your mouth is dry.
He’s perfect. A perfect boy. An obedient boy that empties his brain and lets you care for him.
“Honey?” He gave a muffled acknowledgement, not slowing for a second. “Can mommy play with your dick?” He nodded, eyes lighting up with lust as he stared into your eyes. Precious. He was precious. “He needs to be pampered and have no worries” was the only wholesome thought you could manage. The rest were waxing ever more lustful.
You pull his boxers down, his dick springing free, already slick with precum. You make quiet moans as you stroke it, wedging a hand under your chest and down your pants as you finger yourself while pleasuring him. He whimpered and pressed into your teat, gulping as much as he could as he forgets every worry he ever had, most of his mind melting along with it. Down through his mouth and into you, swelling out the rest of your body. You were growing more curvaceous, more motherly, your mom jeans straining against your thickening body.
He whimpers, hips bucking and body clenching as he cums. He makes the most beautiful noises when he cums. Small little squeaks and moans. Your mind is on fire. The little spurts he makes are so wonderful yet so… small.
More. More. More. You might be more far gone than he is. Pumping him like mad as he sprays thick ropes, arching up and onto your chest. His hand grips your tit and squeezes hard, eyes rolling back as the only thought left in his head was being good for you. You cum as you shove four fingers inside yourself, moaning loudly and having it turn into satisfied laughter.
More. Not enough. He was too precious. “Dear, you're so good for mother.” He moaned in delight, cramming even more milk into his stomach. His stomach was beginning to swell taut against your chest. You lean down and plant half a dozen kisses on his head. “Can you be very good for me? Can you grow your cock bigger for your mother?” He nodded, breathing quickening. You felt his heart pounding through his chest and against the underside of your udders. Your breathing became deeper, lust compounding inside the both of you.
He grew, and grew, a thick vein pressing against your thumb as he grew for you in your grasp, balls filling the space between his legs as his dick grew to the length of your forearm, long and relatively thin. You pumped it like mad. “Cum, cum for me. Cum buckets for me! Drink me!” He almost choked as your tit began spraying down his throat, working overtime to treat him well. He makes moans of all types with a full mouth as thick rope after rope spray across your chest, some getting on your face. “Yes! Yes! Good boy!” You greedily lick up as much as you can, his cum sticky and sweet. Addicting.
Inside. Need him inside. He deserved it for being so perfect and adorable. So small. “Honey, dear, I need you. Mother needs you inside her. Now.” He stops drinking for a moment. Slowly, he releases your breast from his mouth, looking up at you with those beautiful emerald eyes of his.
“Okay. Good… for you.” He sounded so soft. Frail. Like a fabergé egg, but far more precious. He wiggles out from under you as you half tear your jeans apart to get them off as fast as you could. You kept the sweater, lifted up to your neck. It felt motherly. He gets in front of you, at arms length just to get his dicks head lined up with your dripping womanhood. He has to push your stomach and fat pad out of the way to get a clear angle.
“In, get- IN!” Your head whips back as he hilts you, milk spraying out like it came from a hose as you gain another three cup sizes. His body wedged between your engorged breasts that begged for the impossible task of being drained. He cums in one thrust as he whimpers for you.
“Good. I’m good.”
“You're so good. My good boy. MORE!” He leans back, squeezing your teats together so the nipples are close, taking both of them into his mouth. “Bite! Bite hard! Drain me!” He obeys, teeth sinking in, but not piercing. You scream out. “Bigger. Grow bigger, all of you BIGGER FOR ME!” His body plumps, fat piling onto his athletic frame. His dick swells bigger inside you, pounding the far side of your womb as it thickens, stretching you out. “BREED ME. BREED YOUR MOTHER!” His cock erupts, the two of you moaning loud as buckets of cum flood you, swelling your womb bigger, and bigger, not a drop allowed to escape as your body drinks him as greedily as he drinks you.
By the end you're distended, a tight red orb resting beneath your udders as cum finally begins to leak in bursts from your pussy. Your love, your boy, your good boy nestles into your chest, cooing without a care in the world. “I love you, mommy.” He says without a thought in his calmed and emptied mind.
You can’t help but shower praise to him, planting kiss after kiss onto every part of him, holding his head against your breast as you pet him. You glance at the boulder of a womb now on you. Good thing you’re always on the pill. You look back at him, a drunk smile full of sharp teeth with glazed over eyes that stared into yours. Not a thought behind those beautiful eyes.
Just friends with benefits. A statement that was somehow not a lie. You loved your son, and he loved you, and outside of this, you were simply friends and housemates. But for now, you were his mom. “Don’t forget, you’ll have to get your thoughts back in time for bed.” He whined. “But not now. You can keep drinking from mommy.” He pawed at your chest and found his way back to your teat, suckling away as he slowly continued to fatten. A well fed precious thing, your growing boy. It’ll be fun to hear him try to explain why he’s suddenly over a hundred and fifty kilos again to his boss.
You retrieve the book you left off to the side, brushing off a small bit of milk from the cover.
“Her huge chest was pale in the moonlight. Exposed for him. It was half the size of his head, the biggest he’d ever seen.”
You rolled your eyes, a hand absent mindedly stroking his head.
Story: PaizYuri
A post I made on bluesky kept rolling around in my brain, so now it's here as a full blown story with hot pokemon babes. Enjoy!
Premise: In this world, women get bigger, more sensitive breasts whenever they’re aroused. Cynthia just can’t control her huge, needy chest erections around Lusamine.
Contains: Yuri, Breast Expansion, Alt Universe: Breasts work like erections, Girlcock, Lactation
Length: ~3100 words
- Bluesky (I’m here the most now!) | Patreon | AO3 -
this is a bit specific but the way having big prominent tits makes doing things in every day life just a little more difficult is so hot. the constant inconvenience of them and knowing that you let your desires override reason
That's, like, half the reason to have them!
Yes, of course, boobs that big are heavy. They fill out a shirt and overflow pretty much any bra you try to force them into, no matter how well-fitted it's meant to be. They're big and round and no one can keep themselves from stealing a glance; those with particularly weak wills openly gawk at their sheer size.
But it's the little inconveniences that really remind you how big you really are.
The true excitement lies in moments when you look at a narrow doorway and you feel a cold chill, wondering if you'll fit.
The same thrill crops up when you slide into your car and jump as the horn blares, the sheer enormity of your tits pressing on the steering wheel.
There's a sense of pride in walking into a bra shop and knowing that nothing they sell, not even anything they can order, can fit your breasts, but there's a sense of dread that comes with it, too, knowing that your options for how to cover and contain them are dwindling away.
Every time your gargantuan tits brush against someone or something, muttering a quick, embarrassed apology, you're reminded not only just how big you are, but that you wanted this. You wanted to be huge and now you are and now you have to deal with the consequences. When people struggle to take you seriously or even just maintain eye contact, that's because you were too greedy and couldn't stop yourself. When you spill something and feel it splatter all over your tits, you know it's because your desire to be bigger put them permanently in the way. When you crawl into bed after a long day, back aching from lugging around your colossal boobs all day, you can feel them weigh down on you or take up half the bed in front of you, god forbid you even dream of laying on your stomach on top of them.
You did this to yourself. Your insatiable need to be bigger, endlessly bigger, made it so that, in million little ways, your life now revolves around navigating around your gigantic breasts.
But you know the worst part of it all?
It's not enough to stop you. If anything, the constant reminder of just how big you are and how far you've come only whets your appetite for more! If life with your huge fucking tits is inconvenient now, just wait until they're even bigger!
when you're deep into obscure fetish deviantart and you genuinely have to admire the diversity of the human mind
sketch for a buddy of his ocs Emma and Amber! The sub-zero temperatures don't seem to phase Emma, and Amber's getting some ideas...
I have a particular taste for people so warm that they overheat in the snow. I do not know why. But thank you for providing this wonderful piece. Also, Emma is rocking that sweater and I agree with Amber's idea completely. That looks so snug.
Very well done, bravo!
Momni Domni
Caine did it. He listened. He added sex. This is a major step in making up for the Able debacle… Not even close to enough, but still good. Well done with this piece. The was Jax is tied up is very nice.