Robin's Changing Room

I post silly cosplay, TFs, hypno, drones, robots, maids, and memes | 30s | aroace trans changeling | she/it | 🔞No minors🔞

[emilicorail]

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[bridgekc]

yugioh but girls. more characters on the way

ft. a random pinterest outfit i found

[s-lycopersicum]

stares at you with my big maid eyes

[elliespectacular]

"It's thinking"

When I was probably too young to use computers, my dad showed me how to use our Windows 95 PC. He opened up Paint, let me doodle for a while, and showed me how to save. He closed the window, pointed to the icon we created on the desktop and said "Click on that twice and you can look at it whenever you want."

I double-clicked, but my masterpiece didn't appear. Nothing but a tiny monochrome hourglass. I was confused, a little frustrated. I said "Where is it?" and my dad pointed at the humming computer tower and said "It's thinking." Not a second later there was my art once again.

I can not overstate the impact of the idea that the computer is often just "thinking" and needs a second. This single-handedly made me so much more patient with technology in general.

I remember having a friend over and showing her Barbie Fashion Designer and whenever there was a loading screen she would furiously mash the left and right mouse buttons until the next thing happened. And this was the first time I experienced empathy for the machine. Like, I knew logically that computers were objects and not people, but seeing the impatient clicking still felt like I was watching someone getting hurt - being abused simply for needing more time to think than a person might.

"What is wrong with you?" is what I wanted to say. But I also figured she was never taught it that way. In a sense, my dad was also teaching me to be patient with people when they don't understand something. So I just said "We don't need to do that, it's just thinking."

She continued to mash the clicker on every loading screen.

As an adult when things go awry on the computer I find myself handling things a bit more thoughtfully, entering problem-solving mode and even asking my PC gentle questions aloud. Going into task manager to see if maybe it just has a lot on its plate, or if some app is bothering it, or if maybe I've given it a big ask just now. I give it room to breathe, I clean it, I shut it down so it can rest.

I think it's good to personify your belongings a little bit. Love your tools and they'll love you back, so they say. I've burrowed myself into a social life, line of work, and set of hobbies which are so very dependent on the machine - yet it too depends on me. So I show it some respect. After all, it's only thinking.

[poppetsisters]

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[lintufriikki]

I'M SORRY idk what i expected 😭😭😭

[grimlock]

that’s where I work…

[marigoldisverynormal]

so it's like this. you went to finishing school for maids and all the lockers had the same name on them. "alice." and you think okay well that's a little odd but the cute girl in a skirt showing you around kind of blushes and sighs.

"clerical error, hahaha..."

she explains that all the nameplates are like that. some misunderstanding during ordering. and you think "oh okay" and you say "oh okay" and pretty soon it's just kind of a fact of life. your locker is alice-72, between alice-73 and alice-71. your name is something else, but you quickly start to notice that for the most part, gossip takes the form of alphanumerics.

'hey, did you hear what alice twelve did the other day?'

'i hear alice seven hundred has the best weed on campus.'

and so it goes like this for a little bit until one day something just kind of clicks. somebody calls out, "yo, alice!!" from down a hall and you and thirty other girls all turn at once and you realize that maybe there's some.... like, togetherness to be found here? its hard to explain, but you felt so nice when you all pivoted like attentive staff. like you were already a real maid!

and, well, it just kind of went from there. introducing yourself on leaves and breaks as "alice," just that, no number. and it feels good and people smile when they hear it and you realize that like, alice is a dignified name for a dignified maid. hell, even the touhou games know that. you think you used to know about the touhou games a bit more, but lately all you can think about is how every maid should be called alice and you barely even register that you're misremembering a fundamental part of a game series you love.

i mean, danmaku isn't a maidly activity. and you are a maid, named alice. like every other maid that graduates this academy.

but things are going well finally for once and all of your sisters are so nice and you honestly love how wherever you go, you can always find a friend by calling for an alice.

and eventually you kind of forget your old name, and forget you had an old name.

and pretty soon a girl is in front of you, asking why all the nameplates in the school are the same name.

you smile primly. "clerical error."

and you watch something tug behind her eyes as she mumbles "....oh, okay.."

[plushiesknowbest]

look, all im saying is that if you're the kind of person who sews boobs onto your plushies, you shouldn't be surprised when they come alive from gender euphoria and tempt you with fat pillowboobs smothering your face to get you to stuff them up even bigger and softer and stronger than a titslut like you

[ammnontet]

new experiment i did

[eveligne]

Estrogen patches? Well good but I still won’t forgive her for pushing me into that pit

[plushiesknowbest]

Trust The Spider's Kiss

There's no need to worry, no need to struggle. Her kiss and her webs will stop you from doing either. Just relax, be still, be comfortable, and let her work her magic to give you the body you deserve~<3

This was a stream comm from the wonderful roxannarachnid!!! She streams art like this for far, far too cheap every few days, please go give her a follow and grab something from her if you'd like!

[plushiesknowbest]

Cleo was safe. Cleo was comfortable. Cleo trusted Vee, and wouldn't have ever worked up the courage to ask this of her if they didn't. But even so, something instinctual in them made them shudder and squirm as the giant plush spidertaur wrapped them up tight in velvet webbing.

Vee stroked a paw up their back, idly plucking at a strand of ribbon here and there, pedipalps rubbing together as she admired her handiwork. Cleo was still attempting to squirm free, but the ribbons hugged them tight and made every futile effort tire them out just a little bit more.

"What's wrong, darling? Are you thinking of backing out?" Vee turned Cleo over in her paws, brushing along the side of their head, her five eyes blinking as they met their friend's gaze. "It's alright if you're unsure. But I know you've dreamt of this, dear. We both know it's what you deserve."

Cleo took a deep breath, blushing heavily, and nodded. "I-I know! It's just... it's such a big step, and even if I know I need to take it, it's always been so scary to risk any kind of change..." They looked back at Vee, doing their best to relax into their bindings. It wasn't too hard, given how soft and divine the velvet felt against their bare skin.

Vee smiled down at them, gently, reassuringly, and Cleo felt a small blossom of comfort well up in them at her pride. Wrapping all four of her arms around Cleo, as well as her forelegs, Vee pressed them close to her chest, smothering her prize in warmth and pillowy breasts. She leaned her head down, kissing the top of Cleo's while her palps stroked around their ears.

"I understand, sweetheart. And I know exactly what you need." She raised Cleo back out, petting them lovingly and flashing a grin. "And besides, it'll make the transformation go all the smoother~"

Cleo flushed, stammering, looking away and pressing their limbs against the ribbons once more. "I mean, um, if you're sure! If you're positive it won't hurt, if it won't cause any adverse reaction, if it won't-"

They were shushed by a large plush finger settling over their lips, and a paw forced their head to face Vee. Her smile grew even more smug, and her touch even more intimate as she drew Cleo closer.

"Not at all, pet. The very opposite, in fact. The only 'adverse reaction,' I suppose..." She hugged Cleo tighter, controlling their movements entirely, until she tilted their head to the side and exposed their still-bare neck. Her breath was hot and heavy on their skin. "...will be your need to beg for more."

Cleo's thoughts were racing a mile a minute. A part of them still wanted to resist, to back out, to retreat to the safety of their typical human life. Another was excited just from the hug alone, not even considering what was coming next. They could barely hear themselves as they breathed out a quiet "...please...!"

And the spider was all too happy to oblige. She bit down, her squishy fangs pressing into Cleo's neck, incapable of piercing physically but sinking into their soul all the same. She had told the truth. The sensation felt like ambrosia seeping through Cleo's entire being, heavy warmth spreading through their body till they felt as tight and soft inside as the webs holding them on the outside. Their eyelids fluttered as they went entirely limp, surrendering every part of themselves to their mistress's control.

Vee's paws were hard at work on their prize, moving and squeezing all along the ribbons as their magic seeped into Cleo's form. With every touch, every push, every gentle press, her digits sunk in just a little deeper as the body's consistency softened. With a satisfied sigh, she withdrew her fangs from Cleo's neck, smiling warmly as she wrapped a final batch of velvet around their head. Cleo's dumb, vacant grin disappeared behind layers of silk, and as they were encased in entirety, the transformative power filling them began working faster and deeper.

The spider continued to experiment and check in on each part of her charge, humming a low tune as she turned them over and tested her handiwork. Cleo's body was plush down to the heart, now, and the bundle of ribbon-wrapped softness squished and reformed as Vee distributed stuffing properly through their body. All the while, Cleo's mind felt as light and fluffy as their body, the transformation feeling as euphoric as the bite that had readied them for it. They floated along in a haze, waves of pleasure rolling over them every time Vee squeezed them, already learning how best to be happy as a plush toy. And once Vee nodded approvingly and began to unwrap them, Cleo still felt delightful and giggly, even as their awareness spread outwards back to normal.

The ribbons of silk velvet were pulled away, and white fleece sprung up as the pressure around it was removed. Cleo blinked black beady eyes, moving their limbs one at a time to marvel at their new form. They'd fully and entirely been turned into a plushie sheep, covered in fleece and stuffed with cotton. Pressing their black hoof-paws together, a laugh spilled from their mouth as they felt small weighted beads shifting about within.

Vee pressed a paw down on the big bubble of wooly fluff that had formed from their hair, petting and squeezing, and Cleo couldn't help but moan at how nice even such a simple touch felt to their plush brain. They wobbled on their hooves, falling back into Vee's waist, easily caught by the elder plushie that still massively outsized them.

"And there you are! Look at you, Cleo, oh, you're just beautiful~! Some of my very finest work, and you absolutely deserve it, pretty sheep!"

The praise swept over Cleo, and they craned their neck up to look at Vee with a dopey grin. "Hhhh, g-golly, thank you, Vee! Thank you so much, it feels so good, so perfect... Everything I dreamed of and more!!" They dove into a tight hug, nuzzling into Vee with all they had. Shiny little sequins magically poured from the tips of their eyes as they cried with joy. "Thank you... thank you...!"

Vee held them just as tightly, soothing them with rubs and squeezes, cooing over the sheep and gently wiping away their tears. "Of course, darling Cleo... You've always deserved this, pet. This is how you belong, how you're meant to be. Oh, I can't wait to hear how your other friends enjoy their new plushie..."

Cleo laughed, nuzzling into Vee's tummy, adoring how their head tingled as it squashed and deformed from the pressure. "I can't wait either! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait, I love them all so much, and I can love them even better now, show them just how soft I've always wanted to be with them! Thank you thank you thank you we're gonna be so happy!! I'm so happy, Vee!!!"

She laughed in return, a deep rumble that vibrated through both of their plush. Picking Cleo back up, Vee raised them to eye level, smiling at how the sheep squirmed and giggled in her grasp.

"You absolutely will, Cleo! But... you'll have plenty of time with them, so much time for all of forever, soon." She smirked once more, running her velvet tongue over her fangs, and chuckling at how her prize's laughs faded into a quiet, needy gasp at the reminder. "So, I think I do deserve just a little bit more time with you, first. I have to make sure you're truly perfect before I give you back, don't I~?"

Cleo's heart felt like it was beating faster, even if they weren't sure they still had a physical one. They gave a shaky nod, memories of the wonderful bite flooding back in, the need for more overtaking them entirely. "Please... I need that, I need you to play with me, Miss Vee...!"

Vee placed two paws on the side of their head, rubbing her thumbs into Cleo's fluff, pressing in deep to jumble their fuzzy thoughts around even further. "That's right. Good toy. Right now, you're mine."

She settled down lower, bringing Cleo to the ground, looming her upper body over them as she pressed a paw into their chest. "So I'm going to take my time enjoying the fruits of my labor~"

With one last, deep breath, she lowered her chest over Cleo, opening wide to bite down on the sheep's neck, maw clenching tight as her magical, intangible venom flooded them once more. Cleo's voice spilled out as a musical moan that heightened into a long, euphoric bhhaaaaah~ as any remaining thoughts slipped away entirely, their identity falling deeper and deeper into that of a perfect, happy, soft stuffie sheep. Exactly as they'd always wanted. Exactly as they'd always deserved.

[girlballs-archive]

undyne from undertale cums inside you and suddenly you have to do a directional blocking minigame and if you fail you get pregnant

[adz]

everyone in halo reactions when i come out to them

master chief: hm. glad you told me, soldier. knowing yourself is important when you’re fighting a complex enemy like the covenant.

cortana: interesting… yes, i see your brain chemistry is a bit… different. i’ll keep this in mind for the future. i can’t wait to explore this further with you!

sergeant johnson: heh, so you’re a girl? well, you won’t get any argument from me. long as you keep watching my back, i’ll watch yours.

dr halsey: you’re transsexual? how could you think of yourself at a time like this? we need to keep our attention on the only thing that matters: saving the human race. additionally, you should be aware that J.K. Rowling is a close personal friend of mine

grunt: huohahaha! send pictures of your gock and gballs to my grunt phone

[poppetsisters]

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[dapper-lil-arts]

Commission for @plushiesknowbest ! THINK FAST

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