Growth Opportunities

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"Awww, what's the matter? I thought you wanted big boobs! That's why you were always staring at me, right? Always creeping on me, stalking my social media, sneaking into my room. I knew you were looking at my bra. God, you were so fucking pathetic, always moping about your little AA cups and how you were practically invisible next to me. I thought that if you finally got some boobs, you'd stop being so worthless, so that's when I started slipping growth pills and serums into your food. Yeah, uh, you're welcome?

"Turns out that the only worse than you with tiny boobs is you with huge tits! God, it's like they became your entire personality! You hit a C cup and instantly became a slut, showing them off to everyone, intentionally wearing clothes that were too small. Most people don't have more tits than brains before a DD cup, but I guess you were ambitious! I could have lived with all that. I could have dealt with it. Then you tried to steal away the guys I brought home and, fuck, I just couldn't let that slide.

"So I put pedal to the metal. It was so much fun watching you start to panic over your boobs. For a fleeting moment, your boobs made you an outgoing slut and then, as they kept growing, you shrank back in on yourself all over again. A gross, NEET shut-in with mammoth, monster udders. I mean, I'm big. Obviously. But at least my boobs look somewhat normal. My boobs are actually sexy. Not like your freak tits! God, even in those bulky sweatshirts you wear, everyone can tell you have too much wobbling fuckmeat under there! You're just a fucking cow! Come on, cow; moo for me! I know you want to! I can hear you do it when you spend all night groping your wobbly milkers, so you might as well just give in and become a cow full time! No one is going to see you as anything but jiggly, bouncy porn. Trying to fight it will just make them shake and ripple even more! Maybe, if you're lucky, the next time I bring a guy home, I'll jerk him off to your colossal porntits. I won't let him touch you; that would be disgusting. I'll just help him get off to how grotesquely, uselessly huge your boobs have gotten. Of course, if I do that, then I'll have to keep making you bigger. Now I'm starting to wonder how big a pervert like you can get!"

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A guy bets that his friend definitely can't titnotize him like she claims. She, quite obviously, does so. Taking away his ability to cum and dooming him to an eternity of edges and ruins. Until she takes pity on him, of course. Though, that may be a while.

"Aw, what's the matter, buddy? You used to love watching my huge, sloshy udders bounce in front of your face! I know that you used to jerk off to my Instagram, so why the sudden change in heart? Don't you just want to stare into my cleavage and watch my titties bounce and jiggle? I'm giving you permission! You don't have to hide it anymore! Seriously, you could whip it out right here if you wanted to! I'd even let you blow a thick, fat load all over me, paint my fucking tits white!

"Ohhhh, that's right! Ya can't! Someone said that they didn't believe in titnosis and now, no matter how hard they jerk their pathetic goonstick, they just can't cum. Huh, gee, I guess that someone is gonna have to live with those consequences for a while, at least until they learn to stop doubting me. And it's not just jerking off, by the way, in case that wasn't clear. You can't cum at all. I could wrap your goonmeat in my tits and squeeze and stroke and titfuck the life out of you, but you'd just edge and edge and edge. Your brain would break in half from desperation and not a single drop of cum would shoot out of you.

"Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed by now the little extra thing I threw in for you. No? Nothing? You haven't noticed that you've gotten a little... Bigger? You probably thought it was just some swelling, but no, you're actually growing. The percentage is tiny, almost negligible from edge to edge. Compounded, though... All I'll say is that if you ever want to use that cock of yours to actually fuck someone, you'd better figure out a way to get in my good graces. Otherwise, gooning to my thirst traps will be all you have left~."

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A woman's rabbit heritage flares up to apocalyptic proportions upon turning 21 years old, as she ovulates 24/7 and has unlimited access to food, drink, and (most importantly) cock due to her sorority finding it rather hot for them to "breed the bunny until she pops", not knowing bunny girl wombs cannot pop.

The smell of sex hung so heavily in the air that Randall recoiled as soon as it hit him. Rumors had swirled around campus about Maddy, the so-called mascot of Rho-Beta-Tau. Seeing her in-person simply confirmed that none of the rumors did her justice.

From the shoulders up, Maddy looked almost normal. A little button nose—an indicator of her rabbit heritage—twitched lightly in the center of her face as she dozed. Beyond some impressive curves, she might not have stood out as particularly exceptional or unusual before joining her sorority. The year since had not been kind to her and the shoulders were where normalcy ended.

Between her widened hips, her thickened thighs, and the layer of fat that padded her rear, Maddy's whole body was lifted several inches into the air by her own ass. Squished against the bed as it was, her back resting against the headboard, it spread out underneath her to nearly double the width of her shoulders.

Slow, steady breathing made her chest rise and fall and, with it, a pair of excessively huge breasts. Each one had to be at least the size of her head, maybe even close to double. They sagged under their own weight, sloping down over her body, but were still almost frighteningly full. Blue veins arced over her skin, betraying just how engorged they were, as tiny rivulets of milk dripped from her swollen, darkened nipples.

All of that paled in comparison to her belly.

God, it was massive.

Sitting up as she was, it rested in her lap and nearly reached her knees. Randall was certain that, even if she tried to reach her bellybutton, stretching with everything she had, she wouldn't be able to reach the inverted bump on the front of her belly. It was so round, so taut, almost reflective in the low light of the room. It seemed to be more stretchmark than skin in some places and, as Randall stared at it, he could see it very lightly squirm. She barely looked human anymore, so painfully, overwhelmingly pregnant.

In a movement so sharp that Randall jumped, Maddy's head shot back. Her nose now twitched with purpose, taking in quick breaths and scanning the air for something. Her head snapped in his direction. Need glinted in her eyes. Oh, God... She saw him!

Randall could only watch as she slowly and laboriously hefted herself out of bed. Her belly stuck out so far in front of her that it seemed a miracle she could stand at all. Heavy, plodding steps dragged her body towards her new friend, each footfall sending ripples up through her softest parts.

The panic that had been building since he first entered the room finally reached high enough to act. He turned towards the door, pounding against it, begging to be freed. Every time he glanced over his shoulder, Maddy was a few steps closer, the space between them vanishing. Ok the other side of the door, he could hear Maddy's sorority sisters as well as his future fraternity brothers laughing. A hand grabbed his hip. Randall yelped.

The world blurred around him. Suddenly, his back was flat against the door behind him, trapped in place by the massive belly pressed against his front. Maddy looks up into his eyes and he could see the desperate arousal burning behind them. Without looking away, her hand moved from his hip to palm the bulge that was growing despite his fear.

"Please... Bunny is so empty... Bunny needs to be full..."

Before he could protest, his belt was undone and his jeans fell to the floor. Maddy's moan was almost deafening as she wrapped her hand around his stiffening cock.

"Ohhh, yessss. Bunny needs you. Bunny needs to be bred..."

Pleasure eroded away the last of Randall's defenses and, before he knew it, Maddy was grinding her bare ass against his crotch. He could feel the burning need that radiated from her swollen, pregnant pussy, gushing arousal mixing with the growing puddle of milk on the ground at their feet. Both of them cried out as he slipped inside her, cheers from the other side of the door followed shortly after. The sorority president called out to them, some kind of words of lewd encouragement, but her sentiment is lost in the ruthless rutting, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the desperate, bunny moans that echoed off the walls.

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"Unf, fuck! Please! Hit me again? Just one more blast from the growth ray, I'm fucking begging you! Look at how gigantic my tits are! They're so big and round and heavy, sloshing and bouncing and wobbling. I've got more spilling out of this sports bra than most women have altogether! I'm so fucking close to destroying it entirely and I need it so fucking bad! You have no idea how desperate I am for it. I've never wanted anything more! I need it more than food, more than water, more than air! I know you've done me a huge favor, taking me from my nearly flat chest to these monster, megamilkers; I just need a little bit more. I'm so fucking close! I need to feel the fabric finally give way, finally surrender to the endless onslaught of my growing tits! I need to be so fucking busty that my humongous pornudders can't be contained! I'll do anything. You want to see them? Grope them? Suck on them? Anything you want, it's all yours, I just need this one thing. I need you to make me bigger. Even if it's just a single cup size, as long as it's big enough to break my out of this overworked sports bra, I'll be satisfied. Probably. Maybe."

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"Wait, are you serious? All that is your... Holy shit, it just twitched! Haha, what the fuck?? Oh my God, how fucking big is that thing? It's gotta be at least as long as my arm and, fuck, maybe twice as thick? I know for sure that you didn't have anything like that last week. What the fuck happened to you? Did you piss off an ancient fertility god or something? Wait, no, what are these? Are these what I think they are? You actually... You actually bought dick growth pills?? Oh my God, how fucking pathetic can you get? I bet you wish you played the lottery because I guess you found the one set of pills out of a billion that actually worked! So, what, did you just take one and have some kind of extreme allergic reaction or something? Or did you take the whole bottle at once, assuming they wouldn't work, and then got stuck with this ridiculous thing between your legs?

"You got... Greedy? I'm not sure I understand. Are you saying that you actually wanted this? You're joking. You have to be joking. No one would be that fucking stupid. Let me— Hang on, I'm just trying to wrap my head around this. What you're saying is:

"You lucked into the one set of dick pills that actually worked.

"You took one or however many to get you a top-percentile, foot-long dick.

"Then you looked at your already too-big-for-most-people dick and said 'Fuck ever being able to use this dick for anything ever again' and downed the entire bottle? Do I have that right?

"Because, Jesus, my body aches just looking at that thing. No part of me, even my deep and cavernous cleavage, could take that thing! A dick like that is literally only good for jerking off and, even then, that's gotta suck! I mean, your arms are gonna get worn out before you get halfway there. Just getting hard is gonna make you lightheaded. Fuck, I don't even want to think about what kind of disgusting mess you'd make if you actually did manage to finish with that tree trunk of a cock. But you don't actually care about cumming, do you? No, a useless cock like that is proof of it. You're just a pathetic gooner. So ruined and corrupted by porn that all you could think about was Bigger, Bigger, Bigger! And now you're stuck with this gigantic cock that's too big to actually be used like one. And you do realize that you're stuck with it even when you're not blasting yourself with porn on your triple monitor desktop, right? Like, what are you going to do when you actually have to go outside? You can't hide a bulge like that! Everyone is going to know that you're a mindless, porn addicted freak! And, fuck, what will you do if you see someone like me? Someone with big, juicy tits who your rotted mind thinks of as porn before a person? You're going to rip right out of your shorts as soon as you pop a boner!

"Fuck, as long as you've got it, you might as well show me. Go on, get it out! I know you've been stalking my social media and gooning to my pictures, so why don't you jerk off that gargantuan, disturbingly huge cock for the real thing? You want me to jiggle my porntits for you? Show me just how grotesque that thing is between your legs. This is the closest you're ever going to get to fucking me, so you might as well go for it! It's now or never, freak."

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Hey uh... I think I maybe fucked up? I've always liked and been jealous of really full 'DSL' lips, but never justified the cost of getting filler. Well I had a Groupon turn up for 'Real Life Filter Lip Injections' from a small place for just $100... I went in, and my lips looked great immediately afterwards...

But it's been almost a week, and the swelling isn't going down... it's worsening, and the place I went to isn't there any more (fuck... maybe it never was, because this feels like a curse).

And now after a week my lips are huge (each lip is at least as thick as my thumb now), and they're still going... but worse... they seem to fill faster if I put 'anything' between my lips, which wasn't an issue before as a lesbian... but... I've had more and more urges... and I made a 'bad decision' last night with a guy friend while high, and now they're almost twice the size they were yesterday morning, and I just...

How screwed am I?

(and is it a bad sign that my ass and chest are starting to feel... 'firmer')

I suppose it depends on your definition! If by "screwed", you mean that you're on your path to being a overplump plastic fuckdoll that's addicted to pleasure, regardless of who you can get it from, then, yes, I'd say you're pretty damn screwed. However, I don't think that needs to be a bad thing! Think about it less about how much things are changing and more in terms of how good your future could be!

You're in the middle of a transition period and those can be very scary. You're still stuck thinking about how things were. Because of the stability they've provided you in the past, you still cling to labels like "lesbian" and "person." Call it a "bad decision" all you want, but I'd bet anything you'd like that it was fucking incredible. The sooner that you can admit how good it felt to have your full, plump lips wrapped around his thick cock, feeling them stretch out to contain his girth, pressing them against the base of his shaft, the sooner you can feel that good again!

Admittedly, it will cause your lips to inflate even faster. They'll keep growing until they cover much of your face and, bit by bit, you'll find it harder to close them, harder to speak around them, harder to use your lips for anything except wrapping around something. But that's inevitable, at this point. Now that you've gotten a taste, as it were, of what it feels like to have your lips fucked, your oral fixation is going to hit hard. Even without conscious thought, you're going to be putting things between your lips. Maybe it'll be the back of a pen or the straw for your coffee or, hell, it might even be your thumb. It'll just slip in there and your body will start sucking automatically and that'll just lead to them growing anyway; you won't even realize it's happening! So, you can try to fight it and slowly, agonizingly, horrifyingly feel your lips inflate little by little, day by day, regardless of how hard your struggle, or you can embrace it and let yourself feel so much pleasure your brain will melt!

The firmness in your chest and ass isn't something to be too worried about, in the grand scheme of things. That's just the rest of your body progressing towards being a plastic doll! They probably won't get too much bigger, maybe a handful of cup sizes and the same below to keep you an hourglass. They're firming up to make sure that there's no sag, that your tits and your ass stick out straight in front of you like pornballoons. It's all a natural part of the dollification process. Don't be too surprised if your body hair starts to thin or even fall out entirely, leaving you smooth all over. Your skin may take on a slightly rubbery texture and gain a plastic sheen, but it'll be super soft! You're going to want really tight clothes to show off your new body, also because coarser fabrics might irritate your sensitive, now slightly erogenous skin.

The point is, don't worry about it too much! Just relax and let your body do what it wants to do. You might have been a lesbian before, but you're a fuckdoll now. You're just going to be chasing pleasure and it won't matter where you get that pleasure from. Cocks and straps, regardless of who has them, are all you need to worry about. You're going to have so much fun! Trust me, in a few months, when you're laying back in a puddle of cum, fingering your own lips and palming your round, firm tits while you wait for the next cocks to come use you, you're going to think that $100 was a steal.

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My girlfriend told me that she didn't know if she was comfortable getting bigger tits.

So she agreed for me to hypnotise her to try to help. I put her under, planted the trigger that she thought her C cups weren't big enough. That she'd do anything to get bigger.

It worked - maybe too well. Now she's four cycles in, she's got G cups and still insists they aren't big enough. I'm not sure what to do here.

Do you have any advice?

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn't have fucked around with your girlfriend's brain if you didn't know what you were doing. Since your first attempt at changing her mind didn't go very well, I don't think I'd really recommend trying to change it back. You might go too far and convince her to go completely flat!

The important thing now is to just be supportive! Since you're responsible for the pounding drumbeat in her head that just says "Bigger... Bigger... Bigger...", you owe it to her to deal with her new urges as best you can. Whenever her boob greed rears its head, just be supportive and encouraging. Tell her that, yes, of course, she can go up another thousand CCs! Of course, you'll help her find a plastic surgeon that would dare to upgrade her tits when they're already so enormous. Of course, a whole new wardrobe will be called for when she goes up and you'll gladly help her pick out new bras and tops and dresses to show off her inflated pornballoons.

That isn't to say there won't be benefits for you, too! For your hard work and support, she'll insist that you palm them and grope them. She'll want to feel your lips all over them as you worship the massive, fake spheres that, even now, simply aren't big enough. Her deep, fake cleavage will be aching to be filled and you'll be right there to help her fill it. Blowing a load over her blimped up tits will be the greatest compliment you can give her!

Don't try to talk her out of it, though. She won't hear it and, if you push too hard, she'll just push back even harder. If you try to tell her that her P-cup fakies are too massive, that there's no reason to push onward to Q cups, her next upgrade will launch her down to S cups! She'll wind up carrying dozens of pounds of cheap, sloshing saline on her chest just to spite you, because you told her not to.

You screwed up, so now you just have to make the most of the situation! I'm sure you'll find ways to enjoy it.

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For the fictional characters thing, could you write something about Emma Frost and her canon bresst implants? Maybe she got a way larger size cause of another telepath messing with the surgeon's thoughts or they're experimental expanding implants?

"They're remarkable, aren't they? Richards didn't want to make them for me, something about 'Sue not understanding', but I was able to convince him. They're perfectly designed for me and my abilities. The metamaterial in my implants respond specifically to my telepsychic wavelengths, causing the solution inside to increase in volume. All I have to do then is quickly change into my Diamond Form to lock the solution into a crystalline pattern that makes the increase in volume permanent! Thanks to Richards and his 'after-hours research', I have implants that I can keep growing and growing and growing! If I ever feel like they're not big enough or, God forbid, someone dares to make me the second bustiest woman in the room, I can just will my tits to grow even bigger!

"It's not even a vanity thing! Okay, it's mostly a vanity thing, but do you have any idea how much effort it takes to reach out into someone's mind and control it? Having them be a little 'distracted' makes it so much easier for me! They just have to get a little glimpse of my canyon of cleavage and they're already halfway to being putty in my hands.

"Reed was so cute, trying to warn me about the 'unidirectionality of the process.' He was so concerned about the fact that, once the crystalline structure has been established, there's no way to reverse the process. For supposedly being the smartest guy in the multiverse, he really can be blindingly dumb sometimes. I don't care that I can't shrink them back down. Why would I ever want to?"

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Got an idea: tiddy growth as punishment but also brain drain.

Being forced to take a pill that fogs your head and blows up your tiddies nice and fat and heavy @.@

Cruel laughter echoes in your ears, almost in perfect harmony with the moans that pour from your throat and the sound of creaking, stretching fabric. The ever-growing tightness of your bra, digging into the new, billowing flesh on your chest, sends pleasure through you, forcing you to arc your back and shove your swelling tits forward.

"Ouughhhnnn! Stooooopppp! My titties are, like, soooo biiiigggg!"

Your desperate, lewd, barely intelligible please just make the chorus of laughter ring out even louder. Your roommates just watch as you put on this lewd display for them. Cassie takes a swig from her drink and pushes off from the couch, sauntering over to you with chilling confidence. The envy you once felt for the curvy, blonde beauty is overpowered by your burning arousal; her bouncing tits make a perfect distraction as she approaches. You jump, both from surprise and a sudden surge of arousal from physical contact as she reaches down and grabs you by the chin, tilting your head up towards her.

"What's the matter, hm? You used to tell us all the time that our DDs meant we had more tits than brains! Those pills we gave you are just to make sure you know what that's really like! Now you have these oversized, lewd pornudders, just like you always wanted!"

While none of them are very long, your roommate's words are confusing, especially amid the arousal coursing through your body. Before you can even attempt a response, Cassie suddenly reaches down and seizes hold of one of your tits. Your mind flashes white. Pleasure fills every inch of your body. Your eyes roll back and your jaw drops open. Your moan trumpets from your throat but only for a second before being muffled. Cassie slams her hand down over your mouth, clamping it there to make sure you don't spit out the three more pills she just tossed in. While that hand stays firmly over your lips, the other moves to your throat, stroking it and coaxing you into swallowing the pills. You don't have any choice. The pills slide down and tumble into you. Immediately, even before Cassie lifts her hand away from your mouth, you can feel what little intelligence you have left burning away. Your tits surge, growing outward, bulging over your bra and threatening to, at any moment, destroy it entirely.

You open your mouth to say something—anything—but all that tumbles out is a series of disconnected syllables, too dumb and too horny to put anything else together. A sound hits your ears and you immediately perk up, now acting more on instinct than on any kind of coherent or intelligent thought. Your eyes track the pill bottle back and forth as Cassie shakes it in front of you. The sound of the pills rattling inside has you deeply entranced.

"God, you're so fucking dumb now! If you still had your bitty A cups, you'd still have more tits than brains!"

The laughter that comes after doesn't make sense to you. Nothing does anymore. That doesn't stop it, however, from making embarrassment burn in your cheeks, the arousal in your core burning ever hotter. You bounce your titties. You don't know why. It just feels right. It's who you are now. They're what you are. You're tits! And declaring yourself as such only makes your roommates laugh harder.

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Follow up question for your transformation powers have they ever backfired on you like in a 90s cartoon when it's reflected back off a mirror or something

Back...? Uh, Backfuh... Ummm, you mean like bouncy back at me?? Nuh uh, noooo way, like, that's totally never ever happened! I'm always, like, suuuper safe and good and smarty when I transfuh... um... like, change people and junk!

Oh, these? My boobies? My super stuffed up milkies? My super mega juicy pornballoons? Noooo, I've, like, always had those! Yah huh! They just, uh, don't show up in old pictures so good!

Hah! Gotcha! Now who's the dum dum, dum dum? These, like, aren't even panties! They just look like 'em 'cause my boxers are, like, always getting stuck in my huuuuuge booty!

Just, like, shut up, okay? You're not makin' any sense! My head is getting all hurty and stuff! Makin' me think super hard... I think I would 'member if I didn't have boobies or a big, round butt before and then—poof!—I did all of a sudden! That only happens to the people who I, like, y'know, use my changy magic stuff on!

Uuuggghhh! This is sooo boring! Can we, like, talk about something else? Pleeeeaase? Oh! You wanna see 'em? Hehe, my titties, silly! You been talkin' about 'em all day! And seein' 'em is like waaaay better than just talking! Come on, please? Can I flash you my boobies? I'll let you suck on 'em, too! I'm just, like, sooo horny right now and I need some playtime! Oh, I know! I can give you boobies like mine! Hehe, I, like, almost forgot! Gasp! Oh... em... gee! Then we could rub our big boobies together! Please, please, please, please, please? Yaaaaay!

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Probably personal, but does writing so much about transformation stuffs affect your personal relationship with gender?

Oh, I don't mind personal questions at all!

For me, I think it actually works in the opposite direction. Because of my loose personal relationship with gender, I feel the freedom to write a wide variety of transformation stories from a broad spectrum of perspectives.

I'll be the first to admit that this probably, at least to some degree, comes from the way our patriarchal, heteronormative society treats masculinity as the preferred and the default writ large and the following is spoken, knowingly, from a place of privilege.

That being said, I genuinely don't think that much about my own gender or my sexuality. While I present masc in real life and I find identifying as male the easiest, I feel no discomfort and, in fact, am perfectly eager to take on a feminine/maternal role should the situation call for it. I have, in my own time, fantasized about being transformed into a woman and have consumed quite a lot of—shall we say—"literature" on the subject. However, that is just one of many, many transformations that I've imagined, so I don't really see those as an "Egg Indicator", as it were.

By the same token, I don't really think that much about my sexuality, either. I guess "pansexual" would probably be closest, if I were forced to put a label on it, though "titsexual" would be a very close second. I don't feel attraction towards a specific gender or identity and have felt attraction toward people across the gender spectrum as well as people outside of it altogether.

Anyway, that's a lot of words to say that my relationship to my gender identity essentially boils down to "whatever is hottest in the moment; don't think about it too much." Rather than writing transformation impacting that relationship, I feel like that flexibility allows me, as Author and Actor, to place myself in a story and pursue thoughts and ideas and transformations that are exciting to me as I'm telling it.

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Help me please. I recently got some new breast implants that I was told "Would steal the show from any other woman". And the next thing I know any other girl I meet boobs shrink and mine keep growing, and now I cant find the doctor who put them in.

Do you remember the doctor's name? Was it something like Dr. Dee Ablo? Perhaps Dr. Lucy Fur? Dr. Bell Z. Bub, maybe? Regardless, I don't think you're going to find that doctor again. Much like mysterious antique shops that disappear after selling enchanted objects for no charge—at least, not money—I have a feeling that this wasn't a doctor so much as an otherworldly being that's currently teaching you an important yet ironic lesson about greed and envy!

The moment you heard that you could use your big, round fakies to one-up the women around you, I bet you couldn't wait to sign on that dotted line. As flat as you were, pretty much any woman would make you feel inadequate. The ditzy woman at the grocery store tented her apron with her huge, sloshing udders. While you obsessed over her chest, yours didn't even register to her; in some ways, that was worse. You didn't even have enough tit to be acknowledged. Even your best friend, with her barely-there Bs, overshadowed you without trying. As envy calcified your heart, you came to resent them, swearing that you wouldn't just join their ranks but completely outsize them, make them feel the same inadequacy they inflicted on you. The idea that a pair of fake tits could give you the edge you need, could allow you to gain the upper hand? Nothing would stop you from signing up.

And now you get to live out the truth of your fantasy, driven to the extreme. After the absorption of only a few busts, you're already halfway down the alphabet, breaking through bras and straining shirts to their limits. Your cursed implants stand proud on your chest, round and obviously fake. With each new bust they absorb, they threaten to pull you off balance and block more of your view. You can't hide them anymore. They're too damn big and growing bigger almost every day! You don't quite inspire the same kind of envy that you felt, though. Maybe you did, at first, and certainly from the women whose busts you can't stop stealing, but now you get more than envy. You get disgust, disbelief, pity. The more tit you absorb and the bigger you grow, the more you present as a greedy, desperate slut who would do anything to have the biggest tits you could find. The worst part is, they're more right than they know.

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“So, uh, your Titnosis deal. Just say no if it’s too weird, but I’ve been working on affirmations and attraction, and I know it sounds kinda crazy, but could you, like, titnotyze me, is that the word? Titnotyze me into making my boobs bigger? I’ve tried on my own, and no real changes yet, but the theory is that like attracts like, and I think I could just use a little push, and honestly, you’re kinda… goals for me and I’ll shut up now…”

"Awwww, of course, cutie! I know HRT has been hard for you, but it's been such a pleasure watching you transform over these last few months and I'm genuinely touched that my big, soft titties could be an inspiration for my pretty roommate. I just wish you had said something sooner!

"Just take a deep breath. I know this might feel a little scary, but I promise you that I'll take good care of you. You're one of my closest friends and I would never do anything to hurt you. I know this isn't something you've had particular issue with in the past, but as of right now, you officially have my permission to stare at my tits. Actually, more than permission, I'm commanding you to stare at them. God, you're so cute when you blush...

"Ahem, anyway, just look at them. Keep breathing, nice and slow, and look at my breasts. They're so heavy and soft and full. Don't be embarrassed; they just are. Take another deep breath and relax. Let your muscles relax. You're not staring at my tits anymore, just looking, just letting your eyes settle there like they would on a pair of distant hills. Good girl! Another deep breath for me, that's it. Now, let your mind go. Don't make any effort. You don't need to. This should be the most effortless thing in the world. If a thought pops into your head, that's okay! Nothing wrong with that. Just let it pass by; let it drift away. Like a balloon on a string, it slips from your grip and floats off into the distance until... pop! Hehe, you can giggle! It's funny, isn't it? Feeling all your thoughts go... pop! You don't need them, not when you're staring at my big, round boobies. Now, I'm going to start bouncing them and you don't need to follow them with your eyes. Just relax and let them bounce.

"Oh, you're so good! So deep for me already, so relaxed. And now my titties are moving and you can't look away. You don't want to look away. My bouncing, sloshing boobies are helping to guide you deeper and deeper and deeper. Every bounce pushing down your thoughts a little bit more until there's nothing left. You're so good for me. You're so good and empty and vacant and open. That's it, just like that. Let my titties take you so, so deep. You're safe, cutie. You're safe. You can let everything go. One last deep breath in and, as you let that breath out, the rest of you goes with it.

"You're doing such a good job, cutie. You've done so good sticking with your hormones and persevering. You make me so proud to know you, to be your friend. You deserve a treat, don't you agree? You deserve to be rewarded. You deserve to get what you want.

"It's time for you to grow some titties.

"I know you want it so badly. You want juicy, wobbly titties like mine. You said you did. They look so good when I bounce them like this, don't they? You need to know what it's like to have them, too. You need to feel their weight on your chest. You need to feel the straps of your bra digging into your shoulders as they try to life your huge boobs. You need cleavage. You need spillage. You need tits.

"And now you're going to get them.

"Picture it in your mind. Picture what it'd be like to have tits like mine. Feel their weight, see their size. Feel them rise and fall with your slow breathing. Feel them bounce and ripple with every little movement you make. You're going to get this big. You're going to grow. Your tits are going to swell and expand and engorge until you have huge, sweater-stretching, bra-busting tits like mine. You won't be able to stop it. You wouldn't stop it even if you wanted to. Every day, they'll be a little bit bigger. Every time you see yourself in the mirror, you'll know that they've grown. Every time you dress yourself, you'll feel your clothes squeeze your growing tits.

"It may take time, but don't get discouraged. You will get them. You will grow them. You'll be big. You'll be busty. You'll be just like me. No room for doubt. You will grow big, bouncy titties.

"That's my good girl."

[growth-opportunities]

do your transformation powers work on guys? Like, would you be able to turn me into a bimbo like Candy Charms?

Absolutely! Everyone should be able to chase their bimbo dreams, regardless of gender, and Candy Charms is an excellent (role) model!

The transformation starts simply enough and in my favorite place: your tits. Right now, it's just "chest", but it won't be that way for long. If you wanted 'natural breasts'—as natural as this process could give—the growth would feel more like warmth and weight. But you want big, round, fake bimbo tits and so your growth feels like pressure. The sensation isn't that different from how it feels to blow up a balloon or when you're pinching your nose and trying to pop your eardrums. The pressure builds and builds and builds, pushing as firmly as it can against your chest. Just when it feels like it can't push anymore, your chest gives way and immediately starts swelling outward. Your skin stretches taut, your nipples flattening against the growing spheres. The weight doesn't settle like it would if they were more natural; instead, your breasts stay perky, perched high on your chest, sticking straight out in front of you.

As your breasts start to slow their growth, the changes shift elsewhere. You can feel the magic pressure slowly move down your body and, as it goes, it gathers excess body fat along with it. Your waist trims and slims only for your hips to flare out and your ass to swell and expand. If you're quick, you might be able to grab a big handful of your ass while it's still soft! The relocated fat gradually firms and morphs into a pair of large, round implants! Your thighs narrow slightly as your ass continues to drain the fat from there, too. There's still a bulge between them, but it's almost completely negligible compared to your obvious and obscene enhancements.

The transformation leaves your perfect, plastic curves behind and drifts upward. You can feel it moving past your now flat tummy, past your tits, and into your face. Your cheeks curve inward slightly and your nose shrinks as your cheekbones lift and your face is sculpted to bimbo perfection. Your scalp tingles and a wave of blonde cascades down your shoulders. A sharp gasp turns into a moan, which grows in intensity as you hear your own voice pitch higher and higher. The opening of your mouth shifts, too, as it plumps up and swells into a pair of luscious cocksuckers. A quick wipe over your face leaves you with glistening lipstick, permanent blush, and long, thick lashes over your smoky and seductive eyes.

Only one place left to change remains and the feeling of transformation is already there. You can feel it sink in, sinking past the surface, past your skull, and settle into your mind. Your eyes flutter and roll back. Saliva drips from the tip of your tongue as it lolls from your open lips. Inside your mind, doors are closing and sealing themselves off. Thoughts, memories, things you don't need, things that would just make a silly, ditzy bimbo sad and confused, all of them are locked away and removed. All that's left is a giggly and bubbly and pink. All you need to know is how to please others and all you need to know is that you're a toy, meant to be used and objectified. It's what you're meant for. It's what you're built for.

[growth-opportunities]

um do you maybe have a list you could make with a lot of the trans related stuff you've done?

Sure! I tried to focus on posts that are a bit older/further back in the archives, since they'd be harder to find.

Looking Forward to Starting E

Milky Size Greed

Lipstick Stains

Wishing upon a Star

A Brief Exchange

Teeming with Life in More Ways than One

Fluster Makes the Boobs Grow Bigger

Temptation in Twink Form

Hypothetically Huge

Titty Size to TDick

Hope that's a big enough list for you!

Putting it to the masses, is that something you think I should be tagging? And what do you think would be the best way to do that (what tag[s] should I use, separate tags for trans men and women, etc.)?

[growth-opportunities]

I love seeing stuff with fictional characters. What if you provide a list of characters you'd like to write stuff about, so we can submit ideas for them?

That's a bit more complicated than it seems! At one point, I was writing short fics for something like 400 different characters across roughly 100 manga, anime, video games, VTubers, etc.

Here's a small, random sample of those series, just to give you an idea!

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Bleach and Burn the Witch

Hunter's Guild: Red Hood

Overwatch

Hell's Paradise/Jigokuraku

Chained Soldier/Mato Seihei no Slave

Frieren

Monster Hunter

Pokemon

Marriage Toxin

Chainsaw Man

Choujin X

Go, Go, Loser Ranger!

Guilty Gear

Otr of the Flame

Umamusume

Demon Slayer

As mentioned, that's a small percentage of what I've written about in the past! I would say that there isn't one series or character that I particularly like writing stories about—more than any other series character, I mean—and this list is in not in any kind of order! And even if I had listed out all 100 series, I would still encourage people to send in stuff for characters not on that list!

My only request would be that the ask is more than just "Something about [character], please!" It helps to have a little bit more to go on that I can build a fic/caption around. That really helps, especially if it winds up being a character or a series that I'm not super familiar with.

[growth-opportunities]

Girl who can control her partner's cock. Its size, hardness, sensitivity, etc. are all hers to puppet.

Normally, she uses it this power to have a lot of kinky fun. But she's mad at you right now. So have fun with your microscopic, insensitive, flaccid nothing for the next few weeks.

"Awww, what's the matter, little guy? Hm? I'm showing off all this cleavage, my boobs practically pouring out of this dress, and you've just got nothing going on down there, huh? Not a single twitch? Good! You deserve it, after the way you embarrassed me at my work happy hour! I can't believe you'd jeopardize my promotion like that! You know how hard I've worked for it and—

"Nevermind! It's done! I'm not going to let myself get lathered up over it again. I'm just going to take all this energy and rage out on you, little guy. Can you see that? Can you see my titties growing and swelling? You love fat, juicy udders; that's why you were all over fucking Jessica at that God damn—

"You know what? Fuck it! Fuck it! I'm pouring every last bit of magic I have into you. I don't care if it fucking falls off! I—

"Oh, boo fucking hoo! I don't care if it feels weird! I don't fucking care anymore, you fucking asshole! You shouldn't be able to feel anything at all, so the fact that you feel 'weird' should be a fucking blessing! I don't know how much more mana I can channel into you, but—

"...Holy fuck, what was that? I've never heard you make a sound like that before. Are you okay? I'm mad at you, but I don't fucking hate you. Here, move your hands, let me see...

"That's... That's a pussy. You have a pussy! Oh my God, I think... I think I pushed so hard that your dick turned into a clit and everything else came with it! I don't fucking know, man, it's magic, not science! Holy shit... Holy shit! I didn't even know that was possible! Look at you! Your big, manly cock is gone and now you have this pretty pink pussy and—"

"Dude... You're fucking gushing... Oh, now we're going to have a whole different kind of fun."