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‼️minors do NOT follow‼️18+ Glados centered simp blog

[wigfucker]

Pretty older fops plastered with huge ribbons and bows in extravagant grand costume with long, curly, full bottom wigs, little hearts and stars all over their face, exaggerated-to-hell most cakey makeup you've ever seen, the rosiest of cheeks, soft belly, cute double-chin, and the most adorable smile that any fop would die for>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Huh?

Oh, sorry. Just passed out from all the blood that just rushed to my dick.

[lunatykmode]

Caine and GLaDOS interacting in the same room would be very entertaining to see

[s-koge]

a satyr :p

(It’s Charles II)

[specimin6]

I’m just saying if a an evil mad scientist put those latex gloves on me for 5 seconds too long I’d probably nut without even being touched down there

[needylittlething]

My type includes mad scientists, vampires, rogues, losers, knights, puppy boys, cat boys, and those prone to obsession

[elianul]

this might be too specific but... where to find a doctor that supports my transition 100%, keeps me on a high testosterone regiment, but wants me to keep a "usable" pussy. estrogen pessaries and cream to keep the tissue wet, dilators to make sure I don't lose any flexibility, and panties+pads since I'm always dripping. nothing more humiliating than coming home, taking off my men's clothes just to find a pair of panties and a soaked pad, from my very own pussy. even better if the doctor makes sure I can still take cock by tying me down to a gyno chair and using a fuck machine on me. for hours. until i can't think anymore

[t4tmedfet]

Thinking about mommy doctors being mean to me while they hold my wrist tightly so I don’t squirm away and force their stethoscope to my chest to listen to how fast my heart is beating and when I whine and pull away she grabs my chin and makes me look her in the eyes while she tells me my heart belongs to her

[shea-xxxo]

med student mistress/master who uses me and my body to help them study, inviting over their friends to use me too

[dqxlan]

Hello. I need someone to evaluate me. A doctor to be precise. Laying me on a cold steel table and beginning to touch me with gloved hands. Telling me everything’s gonna be okay. Not normally touching me. Touching my pussy and taking pictures of me for “patient files.” Knowing doctors gonna be jerking off to it later.

[cow-berrybluess]

Blueberry inflation has got to be an incredibly noisy process.

The open mouth chewing is just the start of it, but the second your skin becomes blue and saturated with the juice it’s too late. The metaphorical ball is rolling as your body starts to stretch and swell to attempt to accommodate it. You don’t notice until the pressure ebbs, jutting outward enough for your waistband bites into it.

You’re speechless as your body is steadily swelling, belly growling as another spurt of juice fills you more. The fabric of your clothes tighten, hearing the fabric stretch around your thickening limbs. You would hear how your belly sloshes with the growing pool of juice if you weren’t addicted to chewing the gum that put you in the position in the first place. It’s a stress reliever and you are very stressed at how big you’ve become, but moreso at the fact that every spurt fill you with a warmth that makes your knees weak and heart flutter.

If you weren’t already blue, you’d be red at how impossibly turned on you are by the idea.

The sloshing and growing grows louder as you grow wider. You clumsily widen your stance as you can no longer move properly; your stomach’s completely rounded and hangs low after your buttons shot from you like a bullet; your legs can no longer bend at the knee with how juice filled you’ve become; your arms hang heavy at your sides as your body picks up the growth. The gargling of the juice inside of you is loud to drown your whimpers out as you’re more berry than you are a person.

When it couldn’t get worse, your body begins swallowing your limbs. You lose the balancing act as your toes lift off from the floor. Your hands can’t do anything to save you as they too become sucked in. The real panic begins when your head begins to get swallowed in. Not enough for to submerge fully, but enough to become deafened to the world, only subject to hear the juice inside of you slosh and gurgle as you’re rolled off to the juicer before you get any bigger.

[dollie-thesheep]

"welcome to happy lamby farms! where nobody leaves disappointed with the meal - prey or predator alike!"

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im obsessed with the idea of "ethical" farming of prey for vore. being bred or taken in solely for the purpose of getting fat, spending life in luxury until you're too stupid to understand the threat of teeth on your neck when a predator picks you out. <3

[butchchub]

will the algo get mad at me for posting this? we’ll find out. old art from when i played that peach game and was normal about her

[blimp-freak-balloons]

Tsk, tsk. I leave you alone for only a few minutes and look at you now - swollen and blue beyond recognition. A bloated parody of a person. I take it you had the gum I told you not to touch? Figures. It's always the fools and brats who don't listen that turn into blueberries. Ohh, quit your blubbering, you were warned - plus I can't hear what you're saying through those juice filled cheeks. "Pwease? Pwease?" How hilarious. You can flap and whimper all you want, but there's nothing I can do, even if I wanted to. Juicing Room? Oh you must be one of those freaks that get off to becoming blueberries, aren't you? You knew what you were getting into. I'm sorry, but the Juicing Room is only a myth - a work of fiction, you dumb berry. But don't you worry, you're not going to pop - oh no, no, no. I have something much more... practical in mind for you. Now, quit your whining and moaning. I hope you don't get dizzy easily, we have a long way to roll you... Jeez, you are quite the fat berry, aren't you? Heavy as sin.

[psychoalucard]

The artist's name is by tailblazer

[hoggobblin]

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.

[marytheberrygirl]

You. Are. Swelling. Up. Like a balloon? No...like a blueberry.

Your clothes are tightening around each growing curve. Do I hear a tear?

I told you not to do it. But you never were great at listening.

Now look at you.

That feels redundant to say, since your growing body is taking up more and more of your view. Can you even look at anything else?

I've been in your shoes, but there's no way I looked as helpless and pathetic as you do now. Right?

Cheeks even seem to be filling up - could you even call for help if you tried? Oh no...whatever shall we do 🙄

I guess the only thing to do is let it run its course. I'm sure the juice will get out of you on its own somehow...it looks like its already started 😳

Otherwise I'm going to need a lot more hands to help roll you out of here. I just hope we're not too late...😈

[petra-dot-zip]

Where did she even get that bell from??