This is my NSFW Blog

Blogger is a pan trans woman in her 30's. I post furry, transformation, expansion, tentacles and pretty much whatever I feel like posting. If there's something you think I'd like, shoot me an ask or submit me the art. If you found your art here without any credit to you, let me know and attach the link to the post in question with how you'd prefer to be credited and I will correct it.

[gaytanic-panic]

I love the Ally response vs the Trans Woman response

[memecucker]

[femmebythelake-deactivated20260]

Femme Friday 💜

[hazelj-xoxo]

lifting up her shirt and making her hold it in her mouth, so her tits are on display for everyone to see 💕 drooling into the fabric while i suck and play with her tits, being so slow and greedy about it 💕

[byuniart]

[udderlycute]

🖤

[sistersorrow]

I give it three months tops before a data breach leads to a public figure in the UK being outed for visiting niche porn sites because they uploaded their ID in order to access it and the site's data security is absolute dogshit

[goobnnuy]

Behold, my fish

[electronicchaostheorist]

(駄菓子（@dagacyo）さんのメディアポスト / Xから)

[electronicchaostheorist]

(batta18th🍠（@batta18th）さんのメディアポスト / Xから)

[orangedogvn]

Hmm I wonder what else she could do 🤔 …

Part of an art trade with my friend

[fawnduubackup]

Do we still fuck with cows here???

🐄🐄🐄

[electronicchaostheorist]

(かえぬこ（@kaenuco）さんのメディアポスト / Xから)

[writing-prompt-s]

In the same way that humans summon demons for impossible requests, demons summon humans for help with basic things that they cannot do themselves.

[adreamoflemons-archive-deactiva]

a demon summons me to open a jar lid and we fall in love

[die-lian-hua]

the dragon king and his beloved treasure ☺️

[die-lian-hua]

the dragon king and his beloved treasure ☺️

[growth-opportunities]

It was like they spoke to you, like they had a mind of their own. And the bigger your tits grew, the louder their voice got. It was easy to ignore, at first, though it was distracting.

You could fight through the urge to arch your back and show off your D-cup tits when someone hot walked by. You could reason your way through wearing an E-cup bra, even though it was too small, when your tits insisted that you simply go without. You could do it. You could stay strong. The voice kept growing, kept getting more convincing, but momentum was a powerful thing. You told yourself that, as long as you stayed strong, it didn't matter that you were nearing the second half of the alphabet.

Eventually, you slipped, going out of your way to press your tits against the arm of one of your close coworkers. In a moment, the weeks of resistance turned to dust. It felt so good. This is what your tits were for! This is why you wanted them bigger in the first place, right? You could barely think for the next few hours, just reliving that sensation of their arm nearly swallowed up by your growing tits. It's a miracle you made it home in one piece, collapsing onto your bed and spending the afternoon and much of the evening mindlessly groping, kneading, pinching, and pulling your tits. You had resisted for so long, but it felt so good to obey, give in. Your tits knew best!

Within a week, it was obvious you were giving your tits whatever they wanted. Your necklines plunged deeper and the shirts turned to crop tops as your tits filled them out more and more. Your bra was creating odd lines, so better to simply go without. Now you bounced and jiggled wherever you went. Whenever you noticed someone taking a peek, you'd giggle and put your arms behind your back, pushing your tits forward and making them even more noticeable. The voice told you that people looking was good, but people touching would be better. And you had to agree. The small vestiges of rational thought whispered that you ought to be careful about who touches, but you knew you simply had to trust that your tits knew best. If your tits decided that everyone could touch them, could suck on them, could fuck them, well, it's not like you could resist your tits anyway.