Hey you all, since I have alot of different tastes as my horny alterego, I made a list of blogs that I enjoy very much. As you can see there are different subject so you can find them very easily. I hope you will enjoy❤🤤
Porn doll bodies are beautiful bodies. Get huge fake boobs, implanted buttcheeks, a totally redesigned dollface, and constant upgrades. Become more plastic than person. Let go of your identity and become something else entirely--a pornified fucktoy.
When she showed me, I had to agree it was some of my best work. When she started sucking my hard cock, I had to agree that she was awfully good at it. As she did some of her best work on my cock, I had to agree that shooting a huge load of cum all over her spectacular tits was not only a good idea, but mandatory!
"Do you like what you see, baby? Oh yeah? You like seeing Mommy's big tits getting all wet? It's okay, don't be shy. You can stroke yourself for Mommy, I don't mind. In fact, I like watching you at least as much as you like watching me. You're such a handsome boy. I'm so glad we can share moments like this with each other.
Oh my goodness, you're quite hard now. I didn't realize you were so... blessed. So strong and beautiful. Maybe, if you want, we can see how well you fit inside Mommy. I bet that would feel so good.
"I wanted to talk to you about you dating my daughter... and how you keep drooling over my body when you could be cumming all over my body..." I hated breaking it off with her daughter to date her extremely hot mom... for about three seconds!
Filipino girls are some of the best out there if you're looking for a good girlfriend/wife material. Besides often being good cooks, they are often extremely horny.
They act so cute and innocent and cute with their small breasts and short hight. But beneth the surface they are just desperately trying to get smashed by a big cock.
They expose themselves online with little to no shame, hoping to find their master and help others get off.
The end goal of every Filipino is to become a hot bunny maid for their big fuck master. I suggest everyone fid yourself one, and if you're a hot Filipino hmu 😉
He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his daughter's lecture hall like some kind of helicopter parent cliché, just to confirm she was actually showing up.^1^ She was. Barely.
Emma was falling apart. His sweet, bookish girl had lost weight, lost sleep, lost that spark in her eyes. The texts from the group chat—when she accidentally left her phone unlocked—made his stomach turn. Loser. Weirdo. Kill yourself.
He found the app at 2 AM, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while Emma cried softly in the next room.
GEN-Z GENIE—the icon was a pink lamp with a duck-lip emoji. It hadn't been there before. He hadn't downloaded it.
"What the hell…" He tapped.
The screen exploded with pink smoke and glitter. A figure materialised—sitting cross-legged, floating above his bed, chewing gum with her mouth open.
She was maybe twenty. Bleach-blonde ponytail. Crop top reading GOD'S FAVOURITE. Leggings. AirPods dangling. Bored eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck.
"Ugh. Another old person?" She popped her gum. "I'm the Gen-Z Genie. One wish. Let's make this quick, I have a TikTok draft to finish."
Mark stared. "This… this isn't real."
"Wow. Groundbreaking observation, boomer." She examined her acrylic nails—long, pink, stiletto-shaped. "Look, you summoned me. One wish. No take-backs. No refunds. What do you want?"
His heart hammered. This was insane. But Emma's face flashed in his mind—the dark circles, the flinch when her phone buzzed.
"I want…" He swallowed. "I want people to stop bullying my daughter."
The genie stared at him. Then she laughed—a sharp, mean cackle.
"Oh my God. That's your wish?" She wiped a fake tear. "Sir. Your daughter is, like, a total loser. No offence—but like, full offence." She popped her gum again. "She's getting bullied because she's boring. Frumpy. Zero rizz. Negative aura."
"She is NOT—"
"Sir." The genie held up a manicured hand. "I've seen her energy. It's giving… sad hamster. You want the bullying to stop? She needs a glow-up. A real one. Not just, like, a new backpack."
Mark's throat tightened. "That's not what I—"
"Too bad. I'm the genie. I know what you actually need." Her eyes gleamed. "You need your daughter to become someone nobody would ever mess with. Someone powerful."
She snapped her fingers.
---
Emma was asleep in her room when it hit.
The first thing she felt was heat—a warm, golden pulse spreading from her chest outward. She gasped, sitting up, and then—
Oh.
Her body was changing.
Her modest A-cups swelled, pressing against her oversized t-shirt. She grabbed at her chest, feeling flesh fill her palms—round, heavy, perfect. The fabric strained as she grew from A to B to C to… "Oh God—" D. Double-D. Her nipples hardened against the cotton, visible, obscene.
Her hips cracked outward. She fell back against the pillow, spine arching, as her ass inflated—two perfect, round globes filling out her pyjama bottoms until the seams groaned. Her waist cinched. Her stomach flattened into a taut, toned plane. Her legs lengthened, toned, smooth—every scrap of body hair vanishing.
"No—no, what's happening—"
Her face. She could feel it shifting. Her nose shrinking, refining. Cheekbones lifting. Lips plumping—she touched them, feeling them swell like pillows, soft and wet. Her jawline sharpened. Her eyes grew larger, brighter, framed by lashes that thickened and darkened until they were naturally lush.
Her mousy brown hair lightened—from brown to honey to platinum blonde, cascading in thick waves past her shoulders. It felt expensive. Silky. Her roots were perfect. Her parting fell exactly right.
She looked at her hands—her nails were growing, extending, painting themselves a vicious pink.
And then the clothes. Her worn t-shirt shimmered, dissolved, reformed—a tiny white crop top that barely contained her new tits. LOGO: PRINCESS in rhinestones. Her pyjama bottoms became skin-tight leggings that made her ass look insane. Her bare feet found heels—white platform pumps that appeared from nowhere.
She stood—wobbling only briefly before her body knew how to walk in them. Knew how to move. How to sway her hips. How to make every step look like a threat.
She caught her reflection in the window and gasped.
She was gorgeous.
---
But the worst part—the best part—was her mind.
She could feel it happening. Her old thoughts, her old self, screaming from somewhere deep inside.
(No! This isn't me! I'm not—I don't want—)
That voice got quieter.
Shut up, a new voice replied. This one was louder. Stronger. This is so much better.
Emma—no, not Emma anymore. Emmie. The name settled into her brain like it had always been there. Emmie looked at her reflection and smiled.
Her old self had been pathetic. Weak. Crying over some mean texts? Embarrassing.
She felt powerful. Confident. Mean.
She liked it.
"Mmmh…" She ran her hands down her new body, cupping her heavy tits, squeezing her perfect ass. "Fuck yes…"
She remembered the girls who'd bullied her. Jessica. Taylor. That whole clique.
She wasn't going to avoid them anymore.
She was going to destroy them and then rule them. She was the bully now...
---
Mark found her in the kitchen the next morning.
His daughter—or whatever she was now—was perched on the counter, scrolling through her phone with one perfectly manicured hand. She'd somehow already acquired an iced coffee. Her legs were crossed. Her posture screamed superiority.
"Em—Emma?"
She looked up. Her eyes were colder than he'd ever seen. Calculating.
"It's Emmie now." She sipped her coffee. "And you're going to buy me a new phone. This one's, like, ancient."
"Emma, what happened to you last night—"
"Emmie." She hopped down, heels clicking on the tile. She was taller than him now—those platforms, that body, that presence. "And nothing happened. I just… levelled up."
She was right in front of him now. Close. He could smell her—coconut and vanilla and something else. Something that made his head swim.
"You're going to give me your credit card," she said softly. "And you're going to call the dean and tell him I need a single dorm. And you're going to stop being, like, embarrassing."
"Emma, I'm your father—"
"No." She smiled. It was the cruelest thing he'd ever seen. "You're my assistant. My little helper. You do what I say, when I say it."
She reached up and patted his cheek. Gentle. Condescending.
"Be a good boy, Daddy."
His knees nearly buckled.
---
The genie appeared one more time—just a flicker, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
"Nice work, Emmie," she said with a grin.
Emmie didn't even look surprised. "I get a wish too, right? Since I'm, like, the one who changed?"
The genie raised an eyebrow. "Clever girl. Go ahead."
Emmie looked at her father—at this weak, pathetic man who'd wanted to protect her. How cute. How useless.
"I wish," she said, "that my daddy becomes completely devoted to me. That he can't say no. That he lives to make me happy. That he's, like, totally obsessed with serving me forever."
The genie snapped her fingers. "Done. No cap."
Mark felt it hit him—a wave of warmth, of need, centring on his daughter. His beautiful, powerful daughter. He should serve her. He should worship her. He should give her everything she wanted and thank her for the privilege.
"Oh," he whispered. "Oh no…"
Emmie smiled. "Oh yes."
---
The genie was already gone, the app deleting itself from Mark's phone. Somewhere across town, it was already installing on another device—ready to improve another life.
Emmie took her father's wallet from his hands. He didn't resist.
"Good boy," she murmured.
She had a campus to dominate...
Mark Harrison had tried everything. He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his
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I used to give massages to this girl named Brooke at my massage parlor. She was absolutely my favorite client. She was some Instagram model who bragged about eating a 5000-calorie-a-day diet to maintain her voluptuous figure. She had a fat ass, really large breasts, she told me to watch her MukBang videos and asked me questions like, 'If I keep eating like this how fat do you think I'll end up?' I was always very polite and told her something like 300lbs. She'd giggle and say she'll probably get bigger than that someday. She encouraged me to masturbate her and bring her to a climax every session, which would create a bit of a mess, as she was quite a squirter. She told me I had the best hands and could make her cum better than her toys. Her pussy was always so big and swollen and wet, totally puffed up by her lifestyle, full of fat. Then one day she stopped coming in.
I went on her Instagram and it was gone. I was confused. No idea what happened, some girls get a truckload of money and leave that scene behind. Wouldn't be the first time. I'm just bummed that I didn't get to massage her and hear her talk about gorging herself on fastfood to keep her ass and tits big for her audience. And getting to bring her to climax was always fun. Two years went by and I figured I'd never see her again, until earlier today......
I wouldn't have recognized her. But she said hi to me and seemed really excited to see me again. I looked her up and down and asked her what happened.
"Oh, well, after the last massage, which was amazing by the way, I matched with this gymbro dude on Tinder. He was nice but he took one look at me on our first date and said I really needed to lose weight. I was surprised how forward he was, I really appreciated it."
"You were pretty huge, Brooke."
"I know, looking back at my old videos and pictures makes my stomach turn. I was so unhealthy and legit heading for my first heart attack by 25."
"Not gonna lie the old you would've bragged about it."
"For real! Ughhh. So yeah, I even showed him my ass and he said I looked ridiculous, that he'd help me out and be my trainer, instead of my boyfriend."
"Ouch, so he didn't even want to fuck you?"
"Nope, he said he wasn't really into fat girls. So, I really liked this guy and figured if I lose weight and got fit, he'd be into me. Well, turns out after a year, dropping 100lbs, getting a breast reduction, even having my pussy surgically reduced in size because he said it was way too swollen and fat, he ended up dating this curvy brunette. I tell him how is she not too fat for him and he laughed, telling me he actually loved bigger girls and he was just a really big fan of mine and thought it would be hot to make me lose a ton of weight."
"I won't lie, this is actually making me rock hard just talking to you about it. All those curves gone. You'll never look like that again even if you gained more weight."
"Nope, my sexy, voluptuous body is ruined. And now I'm super into dieting and exercise. I actually want to lose more weight. Do you think I can?"
"You are pretty fat, still. I think you could shave off ten more pounds, darling."
Brooke smiled. "It makes me so hot, hearing you say that. Ughhhh, I wanted to get really fat soooo bad. Now I'm just grossed out about gaining weight and eating. That stupid Tinder guy broke my brain."
"Well, he wasn't wrong, you were way too fat. Still are." I said this, knowing it would turn her on.
She rubbed herself through her shorts. "Oh fuck..... I am way too fat still, aren't I?"
"Yep. How about I give you a nice workout back at my place?"
"Oooo, then you can give me a massage. Just be warned I don't really squirt anymore. Oh, and you can cum inside me, I'm so thin I'm like infertile now.... oh, and don't pull my hair too hard, it's starting to fall out a bit."
"Sounds like you're well on your way to getting skinny enough, we'll start with shaving ten more pounds off you and go from there."
She blushed. "Oh my god..... you're such a perv. I figured you were..... fine, I'll lose ten more pounds. Now get me back to your place and fuck this gross, fat ass of mine and shrink it til it's gone."
"Oh, you must be Darren, my daddy said you'd be stopping by," Reilly said.
"I didn't know anybody else would be here. I'm sorry, he said to come around back of the house to where the sauna and jacuzzi are.... Wow, holy shit." He averted his eyes as Reilly shook her breasts. "I'm SO sorry. I can come back."
"No, you're in the right spot. I'm about to hop in the jacuzzi if you wanna join me, or just watch. Daddy's running late with, um, a client...."
"Are you sure it's OK? You're Reilly. He's showed me pictures, none that are recent, apparently.... The only pictures on his desk are you, well, as a kid. How old are you?"
She shook her breasts more. "Nineteen. Almost twenty. Is that a problem? I don't make you uncomfortable, I hope....."
"No, not at all. Just, uh, act like I'm not here. I'll wait for your dad....."
She shrugged. "In that case, it's so nice I think I might take off my swimsuit. Would you mind helping me so I don't have to bug my maid. She might spank me if I keep bothering her...." She leaned in to whisper, "I think she just likes smacking my ass and paddling my tits. She loves to punish me for the smallest stuff."
"I.... can't you just go in with your suit on?"
"Awww so embarrassed. That's cute. Can I ask you something?"
"I guess?"
"What kind of girls do you like? Fat? Skinny? Blonde? Brunette? Small boobs? Big boobs?" She frowned. "Are mine too big for you?"
"No not at all! Um.... they're beautiful, honestly. You're just my boss's daughter. It'd be out of line for me to....."
"To what? Fuck me?"
Darren's cock hardened in his suit pants. "Sure.... If he saw me back here, he might think...."
"What? That you forced me? Daddy would love that actually... He'd say you're showing initiative. Instead you're just gawking at my breasts. Daddy isn't giving me pills to make them bigger just so his clients and employees can stand there drooling...."
"Wait, he sent me back here.... to fuck his daughter with a massive set of tits?"
"You should trust the first instinct of your cock, Mr. Darren. The second you saw me, I saw lust before you put on your coy little act. You wanted to pounce on me like a lion and rip off my swimsuit."
"And that would've impressed your dad?"
"Let's start over, dummy..... Hi, you must be Darren, I was about to jump into the jacuzzi, care to join me?" Darren started rapidly taking off his clothes, making Reilly giggle. "Daddy, keeps making me take these dumb pills to grow huge boobs. I guess he loves seeing me struggle. Perv..... Do you like big fat tits like daddy does?"
Darren lunged at Reilly, pulling down her swimsuit to her hips. He groped one of her breasts harshly. "Big? These are tiny compared to how big your daddy should make you grow them...." He kissed her neck, pulling her swimsuit the rest of the way off.
"Oh my....! So aggressive.... at this rate we're gonna have to explain why I'm pregnant as a house eight months from now....."
"You let me worry about that slut." He pulled her up, walking her by the neck to the jacuzzi. "Get in."
"OK.... daddy might be home soo--"
He loudly smacked her ass. "I said in."
She obeyed, getting in the jacuzzi. "But daddy's gonna catch us."
"Good. I want him to see your desperate pleading eyes as I fuck the shit out of you. I want to show him what a whore his little girl is."
She bit her lip. "There you go.... That's what my daddy wants to see...."
“Professor, I was hoping I could get an A by giving you some Ass…”
“I’m glad you’ve come to talk about your grade… You already have an A.”
“Yes, but I’m still hoping to get more… you know, because I’ve been sitting in the front row all semester, showing you my panties, my cleavage, and just how horny I am…”
“This isn’t about grades, is it?”
“No, it’s about fucking… For a handsome professor with a growing bulge in your pants, you’re a little slow when it comes to being seduced…”
“For a married man, with a hundred sexy female students all wanting sex, you’re just another hot fuck in a long line… But I think I’ll let you cut to the front right now!”
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