💔: miss me w that 4chan incel shit unless u want this glock. bitch. underage pedo shit/ddlg (FUCK OFF W EVANGELION GIRLS FUCK OFF WITH SPIDERGWEN. ALL PEDOS DIE.) no unsanitary shit ew. babyfurs, i respect most of u but i respectfully want nothing to do with any of it <3 age regressors too sorry, cope somewhere else lol thats what a DNI is for
warning to haters it is impossible to harass/kinkshame me bcuz u will just get my dick wet. 👍💅 i love blocking i will block you for fucking hazbin hotel. i am petty and i use my privileges to their fullest extent. bitch.
HEY THIS PART OF THE POST IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION U CANT BE HERE!!!!! (i jest)
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why is the chinese flag in the emoji keyboard results for construction 😭
thats funny as fuck. glory to the beautiful nation of china 因为。。。为什么 USA 是 ”美国”？USA 很漂亮，可是 中国 也 非常 非常 漂亮！我跟我朋友都 不 喜欢 美国 和 白色的 美国人 哈哈哈
我想 去 中国 可是 我 不 有 钱 </3
^this is why i dont get work done do you see how shit my attention span is. whatever send post ugh
update. drafting again. revisions included. oh my lord.
sometimes when the prompt Should be taken seriously yes it Should. bitch this is my blog. GIRL. THIS IS MY HOUSE....
whats mr electric say
mr electric send him to the principles office and have him expelleddddd!!!!!
thdounk
YOU
are in MY class!!!
NAHT
THEEOTHERWAYAROUND
and at the END of the day a-
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YO MR ELECTRICIFUCKINGBAGHDADIDK, THERES LIKE A EF2 HEADED STRAIGHT TOWARD US BUCKO.
HEY. WTF IS THIS SHARKDUDE AND LAVA OH FUCKING CHRIST THEYRE REAL.
awww shit man he brought his toys and they did their thing 🤔🤔🤨🤨🤔🤨🧐💭💭🙇🏻🙇🏻🙇🏻🙇🏻💬💬💬💬🙇🏻🙇🏻💭💭💭💭🙇🏻💭🙇🏻💭🙇🏻💭🧐🤨🤔
If you find a strange melody, you should always investigate if it is haunted, in this case my friend Fawn did not do it and now she is the center of attention.
You'd read the warning label ten times over, but part of you still didn't think the gum was going to work. How many times had you fantasized about feeling your skin stretch over your swelling, blue body? Too many to count. But now you were nervous, feeling my warm hands pressed reassuringly against your back.
"Just don't get too big, okay?" I said, taking a couple cautious steps back as you popped the gum into your mouth and started to chew. The tastes were so real. The savory first course, the buttery sides, then the moment you'd been waiting for: the fruity dessert. It started in your jaw, and it did, indeed, feel funny. Tingly.
You'd cleared out some space in the middle of the room, furniture pushed to the walls. Turning now to face me, I grinned and and told you that your cheeks were already going blue. You chewed faster. The taste was so rich, every bite so juicy. Your tongue felt a little swollen as you chomped away.
The bloated feeling started lower than you expected, pushing out from the bottom of your belly, the waistband of your sweatpants rolling down. Your fingers, tinged blue, pressed into the soft skin of your rounding belly, feeling it starting to soften and slosh. You cold see your cheeks wobbling at the edge of your field of vision as you stared down, holding the bloat with both hands.
Then it started to spread. Your sweatpants felt snug on your thighs and butt. I had suggested you strip down to avoid completely losing these clothes, but you weren't going to give up the feeling of outgrowing them. Your thighs pushed your feet apart, the stumbling motion sending you into a sloshy wobble as you righted yourself, properly round now. You could feel your arms pushing away from your body… no your body was pushing them away.
The seams on your shirt strained, then started to rip. Your skin was pleasantly tight and tingly in all the juiciest spots. They didn't advertise on the warning label how turned on you'd feel, it was like the juice was making every part of you feel sensitive and engorged. Without thinking, you reached up and held your aching chest, feeling a wet spot forming on your shirt where you'd pressed your nipple, letting a little juice out… reminding yourself that you had to be more careful, you didn't want to lose a drop.
Your torso was already near-spherical, your arms resting at your round sides, your hips and lower body starting to round even more after sliding your sweatpants lower. The sound of your shirt tearing on both sides came just as a surge of growth had your shoulders starting to dip into the curvature of your rounding chest. Everything was tight and full and perfect. You chewed harder, like you were juicing the gum for all it could give you.
And you kept growing. Your balance was off, all the juice wobbling and making you start to sway on your splayed feet. Your elbows sank into the juicy balloon of your body, your thighs following as your arms and legs continued to be stretched outward. Your heart leapt as you felt yourself fall, but you didn't fall so much as… roll. Landing with your crotch perfectly against the ground, the wet weight of your body gently grinding on you as your face slowly tipped towards the floor, the last of your shredded clothes falling away.
Your tongue was too swollen to talk, but you could chew. My hands against your juicy, berry skin felt overstimulating to the point of moaning. You were a five-foot berry, perfectly spherical with your head, hands, and feet poking out from the plump surface. The sensation of being rolled, gently, feeling the leak of juice coming from your swollen groin and nipples subside as you tried to calm your breathing and chew more. Watching the ceiling getting a little closer with every bite. Feeling your body starting to brush the furniture.
"Babe, you're… um… getting a little big," I said, barely visible as your head started to sink into a divot of your growing body. It felt too good to stop. Your body was so full and round and juicy. You felt the pressure as you began pushing against the ceiling of the room, the soft surface of the couch rolling you away from it, against the other wall. I was calling for you to stop, but you were chewed, your swollen tongue barely giving you any room to move your mouth. The pressure felt incredible. Inside, all the juice against your skin. Outside, your skin against everything else. Unable to move, barely able to flex your purple, swollen fingers.
When the gum finally lost its flavor, you'd swollen into an eight-foot overripe berry, trails of juice dribbling from your nipples, mouth, and crotch. You knew I'd juice you. Tell you that you'd gone too far for your first time. You could feel my hands already scaling the curves of your body, searching to find any of the most sensitive parts of you that would start releasing the pressure…
But you'd swell yourself right back up, you knew that. Being this big, blue, and juicy was too perfect not to chase with every moment. This was how you were meant to be.
My favorite part is coming up~ I'm sure you're gonna love it even more than I will~ I'm sure you can feel it coming. The juice pushing every part of you outward. Sure, you can clearly see your belly and sides sticking out further than you thought possible, but have you stopped to consider what's happening between your legs? Mmmmm....there it is~ That's right. Feel all that pressure, all your weight, start to press onto your swollen crotch~
But that's not all~ You can feel it. You're still not done. The juice shoving your crotch further and further onto the ground, squishing it underneath your nearly round form~ Almost there~ Your skin stretching to accommodate all that juice~ You can hardly stand, can you? Having trouble touching your feet to the ground?
Good~ This is it~ The moment~ You are just teetering on your completely rounded form. Nothing more than a blueberry to use~ Can't even waddle away if you wanted to~ Here, let me help you. It is so easy to roll you with just a single push. But I'm not rolling you far. Just forward enough to not just tease your crotch like before. No no. I'm going to let you envelope it~ Have your body lean completely on it~ Rocking back and forth~ Mmmm yeah. That's right~ Moan for me~ Show me just how much you enjoy being my berry~
okay I love rapid magic body/blueberry inflation, but I’m also so obsessed with the idea of spherical inflation that happens over the course of a day or two…
like. it’s still happening fast enough that it’s undeniable and you still feel the instant stark differences— after all, it’s easy to remember starting this morning and walking around, when by the end of the day, you can barely touch the ground with both feet at the same time. but at 1 new pound every 30-60 seconds, it also happens slow enough that you’re forced to really feel each new size.
for an hour, all you can vaguely feel is your pants getting tighter, your thighs getting thicker, your gut getting firmer. It’s almost easy to write it off as severe bloating, but only for that first half hour. After that, you just have to listen to the litany of stressed thread as you shift and move carefully, afraid your body is going to somehow tear your clothes. but when your middle is three, four times as wide as your shoulders a few hours later, you feel every new inch as you walk around, or change positions in your chair. it happens slow enough for you to experience sitting down and trying to stand back up with a newly pear-shaped inflated body, but fast enough for it to be no easier to get back up when you try again than it was that first struggle. you can walk around and feel out every change in your body, noticing and appreciating just how massive you are now, without realizing that you’re still not done expanding. maybe you get stuck somewhere— in between the arms of a chair, in a tight corner of the house, in between two pieces of furniture. Your posture changes too, as your growing midsection starts to dominate your frame, until you can’t even rest your arms fully against your sides
you slowly lose your ability to walk, so you waddle, and when your stomach has grown to be so wide that it starts overtaking your thighs and upper arms, you can barely even do that. still, this happens slow enough that you’re stuck wondering if you should eat dinner or not. It’s been at least eight hours at this point, and if it doesn’t slow down soon, you won’t be able to walk to your kitchen later. You may even try to swallow some food, feeling how you now have to wrestle with your own swollen body to get your hand all the way to your mouth, when this morning, you were debating whether it would be embarrassing to have to unbutton your pants when your stomach was feeling a little bloated. Eventually, you strain and strain and strain, but you can’t get your hand all the way to your mouth.
and you can keep trying to waddle around, not fully realizing that you’re losing your ability to bend your knees more and more with every step until you suddenly find that your waddle has turned into more of a rocking motion. The first time your crotch and lower gut brush the floor as you stubbornly try to move around, you’re shocked. It doesn’t happen again for a little while, so you assume it was a random occurrence. But then it starts happening every other, then every time you shift your weight back and forth to move around, until it’s clear that your feet can barely touch the ground anymore. Still, it’s all happening slowly enough that you can still convince yourself you can get used to this, and that you don’t need anyone to help you waddle— or roll. Your double chin might be taking over your lower jaw and your collarbones, but you’re not immobile.
Eventually, of course, you’ll push off from one foot, and start rolling forward, only to not land on the other foot. Eventually you’ll have swollen up into a big sphere, your hands and feet totally helpless to do anything except flap around stubbornly. Even then, you’ll still try to use that to move yourself— you could walk not even a full day before this!— only to find that you’re still growing, your wrists and ankles and palms and backs of your fingers and toes expanding more and more, until you can barely move them at all.
I just love the idea of expanding rapidly, but slowly enough that you notice every single new pound/inch on your body
Idk why but I've been on a kick thinking about weed-based expansion/weight gain
Mostly through edibles but there was a sale for blueberry flavored vapes at my local dispensary and it's what got me thinking.
Taking one puff and you don't notice anything at first. Maybe you feel a bit bloated, but that could be nothing.
Another puff sometime after the first starts kicking in and giving you the munchies. Being already a bit full you don't notice how your belly rounds out beneath your baggy hoodie or shirt. You'll convince yourself it's just from the food.
A third puff and maybe you begin to notice the blue hue of your skin but by now you're getting high enough to write it off with a giggle.
Several puffs later you're a bloating, moaning, mess. Maybe you're leaking juice, or maybe you're just too beached to do anything but enjoy the ride.
I want it to be humiliating when I turn into a berry. People will give me weird looks and stare as I turn blue, making me confused and uncomfortable but I'm too stupid to notice until my stomach starts to blow up. It'll start as a small potbelly and I'll grow flustered and try to hide it. But then I realize it's not just my stomach but my sides and back filling out too. My clothes grow tight around me and my shirt pulls up to show my blue belly. I'll start panicking and I'll try and push it down but it doesn't stop - I'll just feel the gurgle of juice under my skin. Now people will stop and circle around me, talking about how big I'm getting, asking if it's an allergic reaction or if it's something contagious, that I look like a balloon, that I'm putting on an act. They'll pull out their phones and record me. My clothes burst open as I'm forced to spread my thickening arms and legs, my body one big round ball and still growing. My crotch will sink between my knees and my sides will lift up and out until my limbs are sucked into my belly. My blubbers for help will become muffled as my neck disappears into a divot where my chin hits my chest and my round cheeks fill in the space until there's no gap. I can't turn my head anymore - I'll be forced to stare forward into the watching crowd as I feel myself expand even bigger. My hands bounce off my sides as my arms are swallowed to the wrists and my crotch finally presses against the floor. More pressure and then my feet lift off and I'm wobbling balanced on my crotch.
The swelling will have stopped but the humiliation won't be over. I'll be perfectly round, as wide as I am tall, and completely immobile. People will poke and pat me all over and push me into a roll. They can do whatever they want with me: make me their ball for a game, or squeeze the juice out of me, or climb on top of me like I'm a circus ball to walk on, or try to breed me. They can see if they can squeeze me through a doorway and get me stuck. I can't stop them and I don't want to even if I could.
I wanted to try a bit of blueberry expansion. So this is the warning before you dive in. It is more focused on male blueberry expansion. I may do a female blueberry expansion at some point in the future. This kinda took me three days to write. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!
So, I recently picked up these off brand blueberry gushers and brought a pack to work. I don't know how anybody else eats gushers but I open the entire pack and dump them into my mouth. This time was no different. The first bite down I could feel the rush of juice escaping the candies and coating the inside of my mouth. A couple more bites and my mouth is filled with the delicious blueberry juice. I savor the flavor for a moment before swallowing.
It seems I really liked this brand because I could feel my mouth still salivating, wanting more. My saliva mixes with the remnants of the candy and mixes to create more of the blueberry juice that I am now practically drinking. With this much juice, I'm certain my tongue is stained blue by now. I pull out my phone to check. My tongue is indeed blue! But also, so are my lips and my cheeks have taken on a blue hue as well. I'm thinking this is strange but I put away my phone anyway and get back to work.
As I try to finish and fully get the taste of blueberry out of my mouth, I notice that it was actually a lot more filling than I thought it would be. I feel full. I could also feel some sloshing like if I drank a really big glass of water. Correction, I don't just feel full now, I kinda feel bloated. I move a hand to my belly which now feels rounder. Distending further than it ever has before, it makes my button up shirt look snug against my body now.
Not sure if it was my imagination but I thought I could feel my belly still filling up. Growing with each passing second, I look down to see the buttons on my shirt now straining. The one day I don't wear an undershirt, I also notice my belly through the gaps in the buttons. My belly has turned blue! I can feel my shirt as tight as possible pressing against my belly, I couldn't button it back up if it came undone now.
With my shirt at its max stretch and tighter than anything I've ever felt, the sloshing filling sounds and feel in my gut begins to die down. Instead, it feels like the liquid within me starts rushing in all directions of my body. Physics dictates it rushes downwards before upwards. It’s a strange sensation as if my body has become a water balloon and a hose with the rushing and filling of juice taking up every available bit of space it can.
My waist quickly expands until my belt creaks and strains under the pressure. I have no choice but to recline back in my office chair. My ass swells making my normally modest dress pants look like yoga pants. I attempt to undo my belt but the tightness between my waist and ass make it impossible for me to undo. My thighs became thick enough that I could hear the fabric of my pant legs struggle and individual strands slowly give. My calves follow suit and with all this pressure and tightness in my pants, I find it near impossible to keep my knees bent. My dress shoes slip off as the building pressure can no longer contain them.
Almost simultaneously, my arms and chest swell up to take up any remaining room the top of my shirt had. I notice that my hands have turned completely blue and I’m almost certain the rest of my body was as blue as my hands. My neck swells up over my collar as I feel my face become more round. I was now stuck in my chair as my body attempted to fill up more and battle against the clothes now digging into my skin as hard as they could.
The first thing to give is the seams on my pants. Specifically the seams along my inner thigh begin to tear and up and down as my thighs thicken without restriction. Within moments my pants have completely torn away, only clinging to my body because of my belt which feels and looks like it’s disappearing beneath my expanding stomach and waist.
With my pants gone and the freedom to grow from the waist down now unobstructed, I could feel that I’ve popped a boner. The juice now having another avenue begins to swell up my dick, making it thicker and longer. My balls begin to feel like they are churning as they swell up to the size of kiwis and beyond. Looking down at my dick now raised high like a blue flagpole, thick as a forearm, I see dribbles of white cum begin leaking out. The white became replaced with dark blue juice not long after. The sensation as juice left my penis was akin to orgasms. It felt thick and every nerve fired off pleasure pulses throughout my body as each drop of liquid flowed out of my dick in a stream.
I’m normally able to be pretty silent but this ordeal is making it very hard to not moan out. This is especially true as the buttons on my shirt begin to give out. With a ping as the button flies away, my gut surges out to fill the now available space. At the same time the stream of leakage stops to allow my belly to expand before starting back up with its orgasmic pleasure. As button number 2 gives way, I can’t help but let out a light gasp. Button number 3 forces a small pleased sound to escape my lips. Button number 4 is another gasp followed by a low moan. By the time button 5 gives way, I’m moaning loud enough for my cubicle neighbors to hear. The last fastened button, number 6, gives way and I’m certain my section could hear me. It’s hard to see but I think a crowd started forming outside my cube. I can’t hear their voices over my own and the sloshing within me.
I’m sure I’d be blushing bright red from all this attention if I wasn’t already a deep blue. My office chair suddenly gives out from underneath me. Falling to the ground lets out a more forceful stream from my dick, coating at least my upper body as well as anyone who was too close and didn’t get out of the way in time. The sudden impact also forces the sleeves on my shirt to tear off and allow my arms to swell without restraint. My now very rounded legs feel like might have stopped swelling as they have probably reached maximum size at this point. The feel like they are small yoga balls pressed against each other while also pressed against my desk.
A moment later there was a loud snap, it seems my belt finally gave up. Now completely unrestrained, my waist swells up. Faster and faster it catches up with my belly, rounding my out into one giant ball. I can feel myself row pressing against the walls of my cubicle. I am most certainly stuck as my body reaches peak blueberry roundness. The only thing not conforming to the blueberry shape was my cock. It remained rather phallic shaped although thicker and longer than what should be normal. I swear it feels as thick as the average thigh and from my vantage it looks like it almost reaches the ceiling. My extremely sloshy balls are resting on my desk. They feel as large and heavy as a medicine ball.
With my body fully rounded out now, the active growth begins to fade. A more noticeable indication is that I’m no longer leaking blueberry juice in a stream but it has returned to a dribble and a squirt here and there from my body pressing against my cube. I can now feel as other people's hands touch my body. They are definitely as amazed as I am that such a thing happened. Each touch sends a pleasurable shudder throughout me. I think I even see a coworker or two taste some of my juice. A manager finally breaks up the crowd and sends everyone back to work. I get some reassurance that help is on the way and that I’ll be taken care of. I guess he means juiced but I won’t know until later as he walks away as well.
I hope the juicing team shows up soon or else I think some of my friends are going to take care of me themselves. Honestly, my friends are going to be way more fun about this than any professional juicing team. Anyways, I guess I’ll take a nap now while I await any help. Who knew swelling and cumming so much was exhausting work.
i mean this with full straightforward sincerity and not as any kind of backhanded compliment. but i think the most inspiring thing about jojo's bizarre adventure as a collective body of work is that it serves as definitive proof that wholeheartedly committing to your own style, voice, and tastes results in something infinitely more impactful than making something straightforwardly "good".
[agitatedly flicking a knife open and closed] have you tapped in yet? what did you think? did you fuck with the jams ? [getting really close to your face] dontlie to me. I don't like when you lie to me. I hate it... I hate it!
i just saw a tiktok of a mormon housewife showing off that shes now “biblically allowed to show her shoulders after 18 years of hiding them” in her new garments and it was set to 212 by Azealia Banks
trying to figure out if a memory of mine actually happened or if its a hallucination a dream i had or a lie i told a bunch of times and forgot was a lie
