Stories of breast expansion, lactation, and various other kinks.
Iâve created a WordPress! Iâll be posting on Tumblr while I still can, but this will be the most reliable place to find my stuff from now on.

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@docautomata
Stories of breast expansion, lactation, and various other kinks.
Iâve created a WordPress! Iâll be posting on Tumblr while I still can, but this will be the most reliable place to find my stuff from now on.
Where to find me
Literotica
Expansion Writers Discord Server
Sketches #3 - Taurus
Sorry for the change of plans, but thisâll be the last one of these for now. The other two stories are just not very good...
This is my most recent one, written up after @tierynbeâ and @cecesgrowinggirlsâ started going crazy with cow girls. This oneâs really more of a doodle than a sketch, only coming in at around 900 words.
Contains: BE, Lactation, references to futa, and a very horny cow girl.
I let out a whimper as I felt myself building to orgasm, my finger increasing its frenzied pace working at my clit as I milked my left breast; the sweet white fluid erupting from my swollen nipple and spraying onto my thoroughly drenched keyboard. I involuntarily planted my hooves onto the ground and lifted my hips slightly as I came, my tail frantically wagging against the back of the chair.
All too soon, it was over, and I was left wanting from another painfully inadequate orgasm.
âFuck!â I yelled in frustration as I fell heavily back into my chair. No matter how many times I came, something was missing. Until I got that something, I wasn't going to find any relief.
I tabbed away from the porn I was watching. I needed to vent.
Sketches #2: A New Dimension
The second of five unfinished stories Iâll be posting over the next few days. Keep in mind that they end abruptly and havenât been proofread. While this one does contain the kinds of expansion that youâre used to from me, itâs primarily focused on the futanari aspects of the charactersâ transformation.
Summary: Two magic users transport themselves to another world, finding themselves transformed into beings of sexual fantasy, and with the new bodies come new urges...
Word Count:Â 4.5k
Contains: TG, FutaxFuta, excessive cum, breast expansion, a little bit of lactation, and unrealistically huge endowments.
I hummed in frustration as I scratched in another line in the rough sketch I had been working on. I never could get the torsos right. I mean, with the current pose I was working on, most of it wouldn't be visible anyway, but I refused to let myself cheat like that. I'd never get better if I just covered up my flaws in anatomy with giant tits.
That said, I was getting annoyed with it and decided to move on to something else. I placed my pencil right above the V shape of my character's groin; ready to add a nice, big-
I heard my dorm-room's front door open and slam closed, the familiar sound of hurried footsteps coming closer and closer to my bedroom door.
Sighing, I hid my current project under some binders in my desk drawer and stood up before witnessing the tell-tale rattling of my locked door knob.
âLucia! I need your help with something!â came an excited voice from behind the door as the rattling intensified.
I put on my best deadpan look before opening the door, revealing the tall, lanky figure of my friend and colleague Devin Winter.
âYou know, there's this thing called 'knocking', Dev.â
He was grinning like a maniac, his long brown hair tousled in a way that only happened when he had been working all night on some insane project.
âSorry.â If there's any way to say that word and sound less sorry than he did, then I don't know of it. âI've made a breakthrough! This will change an entire field of thaumaturgy forever!â
Where to find me
Literotica
Expansion Writers Discord Server
Sketches #1: Casual Debauchery
So this is the first of five unfinished stories Iâll be posting over the next few days. Keep in mind that they end abruptly and havenât been proofread.
They all have a certain theme that Iâve been trying to make work. For context...confession time. Among other things, I like to read anthro clopfics on FimFiction. I donât consider myself a furry, but what can I say? They have some good shit over there.
One of the subgenres among the siteâs more lewd entries is something that is sometimes called âSexquestriaâ or (quite often) âFutaquestriaâ, the concept being to take the MLP world and fill it with oversexed hedonists who have no concept of shame. A line that I particularly like from Twilight Sparkle and the Planet of the Pantsless Pony People (what a great title, right?) sums it up nicely:
âI, uh, don't have sex with my friends.â Twilight Sparkle murmured.
Her counterpart blinked, puzzled. âThen who do you have sex with?â
âI ⊠don't?â
âOh.â Other Twilight said. âI guess our dimensions really are different.
So thatâs what Iâm going for with these: groups or societies that embrace casual sex to an insane degree. They also contain futa in one form or another.
This first one is a second person story is about adult chatrooms in a world with full-immersion VR.
Word Count: 1.6k
Contains:Â Altersex second-person protagonist, casual sex.
Where to find me
Literotica
Expansion Writers Discord Server
Update
Looks like nsfw stuff on Tumblr is done for. Until I find a new place to post stuff, you can follow me on my new Twitter account. I also have a Literotica page.
I was going to post my DeviantArt as well, but I just found out that His Dream Girl was pulled on 11/21 for being âexplicitly pornographicâ, which, I mean, yeah. I knew that was in the TOS, but given the kind of stuff you can find on DA I thought it was quietly unenforced. Wonât be migrating there, I guess.
If anyone has any suggestions for other places to go, please let me know.
Anyway, while Iâm here, I thought it would be good to give yâall an update on where Iâm at. Thatâll be under the break. TL;DR, Iâm sorry for the prolonged silence and Iâll be posting some unfinished stuff over the next few days just for the hell of it.
do you have other sites to follow you on?
Just created a new Twitter account:
https://www.twitter.com/docautomata
I'll be posting a longer update later today.
How it going? Haven't heard from you lately. Got anything coming down the pipes?
My motivation's been pretty shot lately, tbh. I decided that the plot I had planned for my futa story wasn't working out, and now I dont really know what I want to do with it. Think I might go back to BFF and Quirky Sex just so I can say that I finished them. I've also got a couple of really old requests that I might try to get out soon.So yeah, nothing really substantial lined up at the moment. Thanks for being patient with me.
TIL editing a post on mobile completely messes up the title and line break formatting. God, I hate the Tumblr app.
Why Buy the Cow?
I recently got back into Stardew Valley, and seeing my old farm again gave me some inspiration for a new story.
Word Count: 1.6k
Contains: Breast Expansion, lactation, and cowgirl transformation.
You dry yourself off after your quick, late-morning shower. A part of you argues at the pointlessness of it, since you and Abigail were planning to go into the mines later in the afternoon, but you wanted to do some quick errands in town before then, and you don't want to subject everyone to the filth and sweat that had accumulated during your morning farm work. You know none of the other residents in Pelican Town would begrudge you for it, but still.
You exit the bathroom, towel held at your side. You don't know where your wife is at the moment, but at this point in your relationship, modesty isn't really an issue.
That said, you hadn't expected to see her standing in the bedroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy, cow-print bikini.
If no celebrity crushes they what about any other crush? What fantasy would you want to live out with your biggest crush?
If I have to choose one, then itâd obviously be one involving lactation. Iâve heard the term Adult Nursing Relationship before (though I donât know if it carries any connotations besides the obvious), and if itâs what it sounds like, then thatâs probably my biggest fantasy.
If you had the chance to live out a fantasy with your celebrity crush what would you do? After getting their permission of course.
Sorry to disappoint, but...I donât really have a celebrity crush. I tend not to care about celebrities in general, and the ones I do care about I donât think of in that way.
(I don't know if you have a girlfriend) If you had a girlfriend would you like if her "sexual parts" were blown out of proportion or not?
I certainly wouldnât mind it.
Though if youâre asking whether Iâd want my (unfortunately hypothetical) girlfriend to go through some BE shenanigans, thatâd have to be her decision.
If you could shift your and other people's bodies at will would you?
Sure, why not?
Angie shifted nervously in her chair, eyes fixed on the door of the waiting room as she waited for the doctor to arrive. Every now and then her eyes would shift down to the large tablet in her lap, and another thrum of excitement would course through her body. This was it. After months and months of waiting, her new life was about to begin in just a few short minutes.
With how much adrenaline was pumping through her veins, it was hardly a surprise that she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the door being hastily opened. She stared in excitement at the man who walked in. It could be said that he was moderately handsome, which - assuming he was who Angie thought he was - was pretty surprising. The miracle worker was infamous for making public appearances in the most outrageous forms imaginable: from a giant muscle man to an impossibly busty shortstack and everything in between.Â
The man smiled and closed the door behind him, placing a clipboard on the counter at the side of the room. âHello, Ms. Willis. Iâm Doc Automata. Howâre you today?â
âGood,â Angie said, a wide grin plastered on her face. âReally good.â
He smiled back. âGlad to hear it.â He held out his hand. âMay I?â
Before handing him the tablet, she cast one last look at the image it displayed. It was the naked form of a woman; a 3D model she had sculpted with the most realistic and detailed character creator ever made. She had literally spent hundreds of hours on it, and even in these few last minutes she was making tiny, last-minute changes.
And in just a few moments, that woman on the screen would be her.
With that thought, she handed the tablet over to the doctor. He calmly took it and stared in concentration, occasionally swiping at the screen to study the model from every angle.
His eyes glanced at the top right of the display, where the numeric measurements were displayed, and looked Angieâs tall, lanky form up and down.
âDid you bring a change of clothes?â he asked. âThe ones youâre wearing now arenât going to fit very well afterward.â
âTheyâre in my bag.â
He nodded, placing the tablet on the counter and retrieving his clipboard. He handed it to her, and she saw that it had a single sheet of paper and a pen.
âIâll need you to sign this as a final confirmation. As you probably know, any new appointment will need to be booked nearly a year in advance, so I need to confirm that youâre completely sure about the form you chose.â
Angie signed the document, never more certain in her life. âYes, Iâm sure.â
âThen head on back behind the privacy screen and place your hand in the slot and weâll get started.â
She complied, taking her bag with her behind the thin screen that separated a small alcove of the room. On the wall in front of her stood a full-length mirror.
She stripped out of her clothes, gazing at her soon-to-be old body for the last time, and placed her hand through the small hole in the privacy screen. She felt the doctorâs fingers lightly contact her own.
She felt herself changing almost instantly, a pleasant warmth suffusing through her entire body, and she watched in awe as she steadily transformed. All the hard, masculine edges of her body softened, her shoulders and waist narrowing while her hips bulged outward, her face and jawline smoothing out into a more delicate shape. Soft layers of fat were added in all the right places to her formerly skinny form, her thighs and ass thickening to a point that was truly mouth-watering. All of the damnable stubble on her face and body disappeared while her shoulder-length brown hair lengthened down to the small of her back. A couple of bulges appeared on her previously flat chest, slowly filling out until she was left with two bouncy, D-cup breasts. Finally, the equipment dangling from her crotch shrank into her body and was replaced with a new, pristine vagina. While she was trying to stay as calm as possible, she wasnât surprised to see that her new lips were noticeably glistening.
The warmth subsided, and she felt the doctorâs fingers retreat from her own. She ran her now-slender fingers up and down her body, feeling its gentle curves and weighing her new breasts. She desperately wanted to feel her new genitalia, but she was almost certain she wouldnât be able to resist fingering herself right then and there.
Her breathing was short and ragged, and as she stared at the beautiful person in the mirror, she was almost on the verge of tears.
âTh-Thank-â
That did it. Hearing that high, feminine voice escape her lips set off the water works, and in a thoughtless fit of gratitude, she ran around the screen and hugged the stunned doctor.
âThank you...so...so much!â Angie choked between sobs.
âEr...youâre welcome,â the doctor replied, awkwardly trying and failing to escape the naked womanâs embrace.
On a psychological point of view where do you think fetishes for breast expansion, lactation come from?
Well, an easy answer would be that it just follows from large breasts being such a common object of sexual attraction. You like big boobs? How about if they were even bigger? Sometimes boobs do this thing where they secrete milk, and since you think boobs are super sexy, then that must be super sexy too, right?