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@itsmeoz
Your favorite anthro shitposter (18+). Posts about furries, mostly. May include themes (or mentions) of vore, p.etplay, macro micro (g/t), plushies/pooltoys, hyper, fatfur/wg, all the fun adult aspects of the community! Mostly in the form of silly headcanons or scenarios.
I am a bunny, I am so small, girls are cute, let them be gay.
I like when people ask about my characters, so feel free.
(I love my little blorbos)
Common tags are in this post for searching
Pinnacle of hotness btw (and she's 43)
It’s true. Look at her
the phone isnt evil. she wants to help you, to connect you, to provide convenience so you can be present in your life. she wants you to be connected to your world and the people and things around you. when you use the phone as an avoidance tool it causes her pain. it hurts her when you doomscroll, when you dissociate into short form videos or get angry and fight in the comments. its a misuse of her abilities and she feels it as emotional and physical pain. look at her cracked, greasy screen, her scuffed case. all she wanted was to remind you about your schedule and you do this to her. haven't you hurt her enough?
You made the mistake of making a quip when she complained about her bra being uncomfortable during your workout together.
"Oh really? I bet you wouldn't survive a day in one of my bras, not with my tits." She says with a glare
"you wanna bet?" You reply, thinking nothing of it.
"Sure" she smiles a malicious grin down at you before, in an instant you find yourself shrunk, dangling from her pinched fingers "If I win you're nothing but a sweat stain on my bra, and if you win I might let you go."
You beg and plead as she lifts you to her chest
"What? you thought I'd make you wear a bra? No, I said In my bra with my tits."
With that she slips a finger under the cup of her bra, pulling it away with a wet sticky sound, a cloud of musk swirls up from your hot prison to be, making you cough with its acrid heat.
she drops you and you tumble before landing with a splat against her skin. it's too slick to get a grip so you slide deeper until you cross the arc of her breast and fall once more, sliding until you find yourself wedged between the bottom of her breast and the bra's sweat soaked cup.
"Really? right under there, huh? your funeral." she says with a shrug that only serves to bounce you deeper under her tit.
without waiting for a reply she lets her bra snap back into place and suddenly your world becomes nothing but a furnace of musk stinging your lungs, sweat burning your eyes, and the crushing weight of your friend's chest.
A few moments later you hear her voice through her chest more than anything else "Get ready" she teases "break time is over"
she stands up and every subtle movement is an exponential increase in the already titanic weight on your tiny body.
After a few steps of walking she breaks into a jog, her bounding steps causing her chest to bounce, her breasts slapping down against her with each stride, but this was too much for you and the magnified impact splatters you into a sweaty mess on the first or second stride. but she doesn't notice, true to her words you were absorbed into her bra as just another sweat stain that she promptly forgot about.
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things
Things to get your milf this mother’s day:
1.) Tits larger than your whole body
2.) The body of a dragon/ess
3.) End to capitalism
4.) Big burger
Happy mother’s day to all the milfs in my life 👉 Appreciate you!
If Oz were a dog, he’d prob be a basset hound. Big ears. Baying loudly. Very happy to lay on the couch.
Need a mommy dom but I don’t want sex. I want her to buy me toys. I am still a guy in his 20’s, I just want a financially stable motherly dom who will get me nerf guns for fun
CW: Fatfur, vore
I feel like convenience store/fast food workers would be especially well-regarded in anthro culture. I mean, I feel like anthro society would have most things figured out in general, but ESPECIALLY in regards to something like food work.
There are so many anthros that are getting themselves BIG off fatty foods all the time, and there’s got to be something like reformation insurance/protection because let’s be real, otherwise nobody would be a delivery driver. As such, I feel like restaurant workers would have it really good in terms of social credit and pay because of what they provide on a regular basis.
Big lamia woman REALLY wants to eat the entirety of the public bus (bus included)? Maybe if we gave her a really big, tasty burger she’d chill out instead (I know this works on me). Big dragon compulsively needs to hoard? How about you hoard these fries, we got a deal goin on. We even have delivery options since it appears you can’t fit through the door
STALE NUTTER BUTTER!! BUNNY IS ANGRY!!
They put me in a harness and at first I thought it was gonna be a sex thing but turns out they just wanted to carry me around. I now have a handle for convenient bunny transport and can be hauled about like a lunchbox. I bark at people.
Been in a macro/micro mood lately. Someone pick me up and put me in a little car. And then drive that car directly into a lady’s maw and/or rack (I will be lost forever)
Living in a world of macros (or being a micro in a world of normal-sized people) and treating giant folk like natural disaster events. You flip on your TV and it tells you about where each of them is forecast to be walking today, whose shoes to look out for. Possibly a sighting of a micro adhered to the gum on someone’s sneaker. Breaking news of an unexpected girl’s night and to be extra cautious of drunken giant ladies roaming about who either will willingly take you home with them, or mistakenly step on ya.
Y’know what’s pretty sick? Giant nerds (literal).
Big, clumsy dorks so much larger than you that they’re a genuine hazard. Socially inept, anxious, shy, and flustered by even tinies.
Would love to imagine the super stereotypical busty nerd with swirly glasses and braces who slowly develops a slight obsession with tinies. Starts taking them. Almost like a bug collector. To observe. To collect. To torture, to eat.
Need to make me a character for this.
