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(([looks at latest bit of Tumblr news]

…well I guess I’m fucking done with the blogs now, now aren’t I?

Well, if you need to find me, I’ll be over here: https://thulykos.newgrounds.com/

Fuck Tumblr, fuck Yahoo, and fuck the resurgence of panicky puritan pukes in different clothing which is fueling this kind of bullshit.))

lyssa-bedlam

((See you, space cowboys.))

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palmofthelefthandblack said: Booo!

((But seriously, believe me, I hate the scarcity of activity over here as much as anyone. In large part because the headspace needed to write Lyssa properly... well, it basically involves me being happier and more energetic than I tend to feel these days, and boy would I love to feel like that more often. Unless you’re booing the weird messages, in which case I can still agree, because one wasn’t terribly well-mannered. Kind of amazed that folks still care enough to be passive-aggressive in my askbox. It’s almost sweet in a misguided kinda way.))

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((After getting a few messages that seemed to range from “misplaced hope” to “confusing presumption”, I guess I need to clarify a couple things:

-This blog is still in torpor, and while it might have some occasional twitches of activity, that does not herald some glorious return to form. -What others say or do on their blogs does not inherently affect this blog, nor does mentioning my characters (or drawing/commissioning them), mean that developments have happened/will happen on this blog, or to its setting/characters.))

Not a big deal, but apparently that needed specifying.))

#OOC

((Because the question has come up again: Lyssa and Abigail’s heights. That last bit was a link, just to be absolutely clear.))

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((Long bit of story below the cut, primarily involving Lyssa acquiring a very large, round belly by ravenously devouring heaps of food (and some objects which are not food). And some other kinks. I’ve used up all my clever word construction for the day on the story, so pardon the lack of wit in this intro.))

The door to the buffet jingled open, several minutes ahead of when they were due to properly open for business, and as the cashier looked up to inform the potential customers to wait a bit, she froze in shock at the spectacle which greeted her. A tall, deathly-pale woman with the largest breasts she’d ever seen, chest completely unobscured by her denim half-jacket, and no other top to speak of. Shapely legs adorned in a torn-up pair of jeans, her creamy flesh bulging through the rips, with combat boots finishing the ensemble. Between the outfit and her voluminous hair, she looked like some living relic of the ‘80s metal scene. As Lyssa strode up to the register with a playful grin, the cashier tried to collect herself enough to offer some degree of protest at the woman’s state of dress, but she found herself simply gawking at the sight of Lyssa’s bust in profile as the much taller woman walked past; her unreal breasts jutting out several feet in front of her, capped by massive areolae bigger than dinner plates, with a plump nipple nestled in the center of each. Her boobs bounced heavily with every step, and the cashier could swear they emitted a fluid sloshing sound with each wobble.

Before she could regain her composure, she felt a hand calmly clasp her shoulder, and looked over to see the manager, nodding at the pale woman as a trickle of sweat ran down his temple. As Lyssa stopped before a row of trays laden with food, the manager walked over to the door and locked it, drew the front curtains shut, and placed a large paper notice which read “Closed for emergency repairs” over the glass of the door. Wondering what the hell was going on, she was about to ask her boss as much, which he seemed to anticipate.

“Don’t worry about it. She makes the rounds through a few of the eateries around town, and probably elsewhere. Stops by here a couple times a year. When she does, we just play along, and everything goes smooth.”

“What kind of VIP is she? Food critic? Wealthy... performer?” she phrased the latter guess somewhat generously, dubious of what kind of performances the gargantuan-breasted, effectively-topless woman might conduct.

“We don’t know exactly what she is. And we don’t ask. Just... stay out of her way. If she requests something of you, pay attention and do it, but... just be careful around her mouth.”

“What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she asked, now feeling more uneasy than bewildered.

“Let’s just say not paying attention to those warnings are why your current position opened up last time,” he replied with a profoundly uneasy look, glancing back over at Lyssa.

Heedless of the conversation, Lyssa first turned her attention to a tray filled with General Tso’s chicken, picking up a pair of chopsticks from the nearby rack of utensils, and expertly picking up several sizable bits of the fried and sauce-coated morsels, before popping all of them into her mouth at once, cheeks stuffed as she chewed. Swallowing them down in a gulp that bulged her throat, she nodded with an approving look, and proceeded to lift the entire steel warming tray up, tilt her head back, and begin shoveling the load into her mouth. Once again driven to gape in shock, the cashier watched in disbelief as Lyssa’s jaw opened wider and wider, frightfully surpassing human limits. After a few moments, Lyssa ceased nudging in a mere few pieces at a time, and simply let the steaming wealth of food pour into her maw in a landslide of greasy, sticky meat. Her neck and mouth seemed to become one frightful holding bin, her teeth becoming a monstrous set of ivory bars, as her mouth closed around the heaping abundance of protein, lips coming together as she audibly chewed for several long moments, then swallowed down the entire mess in a single gulp. While it was hard to see Lyssa’s stomach past the sheer abundance of her tits, the cashier found herself trying to make sure that food seemingly went where it was supposed to, wondering just how many natural laws this woman could violate. Between the cleft of her huge, hanging breasts, a modest bulge could be seen on the woman’s pale midsection, confirming that she at least had a stomach.

Licking clean the residual sauce from the tray, her tongue extending over a foot out of her mouth, Lyssa casually tossed the tub over her shoulder, letting it clang off a table, knocking a napkin dispenser aside as it clattered to a halt. Utterly unconcerned by the racket, Lyssa appraised the rest of the trays, and, seemingly still in a mood for chicken, lifted out the trays of honey-barbeque and buffalo wings, and sauntered over to a booth. After sliding in, and flopping her massive breasts to either side of her, she started out in a parody of civility as before, stuffing two spicy wings in her mouth at once, and with seemingly little more than expertly applied tongue-work and suction, pulled two perfectly-cleaned bones out of her mouth.

“Blue cheese, s'il vous plaît,” Lyssa said, her voice a velvety, playful purr. The manager moved with the efficiency of a pit crew, whipping over to the condiment station, swiftly removing the entire push-pump dispenser, and depositing it with a thud on the table beside Lyssa’s food, then bowing out just as fast.

“Danke,” she said sweetly as she unscrewed the top of the assembly and proceeded to dump the entirety over the top of the heaping tray of hot wings, while she nibbled on one of the sweet wings, delicately stripping it to the bone... which she then popped in her mouth with a crunch, along with the other two she’d previously cleaned. As if signaling another round of frenzy to herself, she leaned forward and grabbed a dressing-drenched, spice-soaked mound of wings in one hand. A hand which now seemed much larger, her fingers extended like spider’s legs hungrily clutched around the feast of meat and bone as sauces dribbled over her fingers, shoving it all into an inhumanly gaping maw as before. Bones and flesh were ground up alike, apparently posing no trouble for the ravenous woman, who noisily chewed up the mouthful with ghastly abandon. Swallowing it down in another mighty gulp, she reached over with her other hand and shoveled in a heap of honey-barbeque wings in the same fashion, alternating back and forth, dragging in greasy, sugary, juicy handfuls of wings until both trays were empty, and she was tilting them back to slurp down the last of the sauce. This time, despite the immensity of her breasts, and the table before her, it was very obvious her belly was bloating with every morsel of food she greedily crammed down her gullet, pressing against the rim of the table. A pale swell which quivered dramatically as a long, booming belch suddenly left the lips of the glutton, lasting many seconds and rattling the salt and pepper shakers on the tables, and the silverware stacked in its trays.

When the rumbling display was finally done, Lyssa paused scarcely a moment before placing one of the licked-clean trays into the other, and delicately sliding it to one side, until they clattered to the floor. She then cheerfully called out “Fried mushrooms!” Once again, the manager fielded her request, the cashier watching his movements with amazement as he zipped over to the row of trays with a pair of potholders, lifted up the heaping tub of hot food, and placed the cargo down before Lyssa in just a few seconds. “Merci~,” Lyssa sang, foregoing her previous incremental gluttony and simply lifting up the tray with one hand to begin tilting it back into her mouth. The fried fungi tumbling over each other as they rolled into Lyssa’s maw, ‘til she had a sufficiently impossible mouthful and began chewing. The copious, thin juices of the mushrooms ran from her lips and down her chin, splattering onto her gargantuan breasts and stuffed belly. “Mmm... towel!” she grunted around her half-chewed mouthful, to which the manager responded by practically slamming himself through the door into the kitchen and grabbing a towel off some unseen rack, before darting back into view and laying it at the edge of the table. A garbled thanks in an uncertain language was given around a fresh mouthful of mushrooms, though she didn’t make a move for the towel yet. Instead, as soon as she crammed down another masticated wad of fungus and breading, she let out a muffled “Oysters!”, her request being met with the same swiftness as the others, as a large tub of oysters on the half-shell kept cool on ice thudded before her. Unsurprisingly, she scooped up a dozen oysters, still on the shells, and brought them into her mouth. More surprising was that she seemed to take the time to worm her incredibly long and nimble tongue around, noisily slurping and sucking around the shells to loosen the soft, slippery bits of meat, which she accumulated in a large pile in one cheek, before chewing lightly and gulping down. Only then did she crunch up the shells with savage chomps, grinding them with a din like shattering rocks, and swallowing the pulverized chunks which clattered all the way down, followed by more mushrooms and a fresh splattering of juices on her tits and bloating belly.

Lyssa continued slavering and swallowing, her pace growing more frantic, acting more starved the more she ate, asking for the tray of tangerine beef to be brought over before she’d even had a second handful of the oysters. Gradually she ceased to differentiate the separate foodstuffs, cramming in a wad of the citrus-flavored crispy beef before she’d even finished shelling the oysters, and simply ground the entire mess into a slurry as drool joined the drips of grease and juices on her breasts. Tapioca was next, a fistful of squishing, lumpy pudding practically shoved down her throat without chewing, and for as wildly and swiftly as Lyssa moved between one food and another, the cashier half-expected her to sprout two more hands to accommodate the pace. Lyssa made do with only two, though, grasping mixed handfuls of foods that had no business on the same plate, let alone in the same bite, heedlessly devouring all of it with wanton, gluttonous abandon.

“Potstickers!” she managed to call out with just enough clarity to be understood, despite her maw presently stuffed with a mashed blending of cuisines. With the dumplings placed before her, Lyssa’s ravenous frenzy achieved a new height as she took the sides of the tray, folded them up ‘til they met, and crimped them along their lengths, until the once rectangular tub somewhat resembled the food contained within. Then, as the cashier had half-suspected she would, Lyssa took a massive bite out of the metal-wrapped bounty of potstickers, a few of the morsels falling out to land in the bulging crevices between her breasts and expanding belly, which had begun to churn and gurgle noisily, wobbling against the table with greater intensity, making the structure creak under strains it was never meant to endure. The two employees had to cover their ears to shut out the hideous sounds of shrieking metal as Lyssa’s teeth tore through the tray with remarkable ease, grinding the metal up with the soft, chewable bits it encompassed. And the horrible racket didn’t stop when she finished with the potstickers, taking what was left of the tapioca and dumping it into the tangerine beef, placing the one upside-down tray atop the receiving tub, and then taking a monstrous bite out of the “sandwich” she’d created. Another bite and both her cheeks were stuffed as she chewed and gulped, working the food down in a rhythmic conga-line of smaller swallows this time, while hefting up what was left of the oysters.

She didn’t fold the tray, nor simply crumple it up this time. Instead, she widened her mouth until it was gaping enough to simply slide half the tub into her inhuman orifice, before closing her lips around as much as she could, and pushing it down her throat until she could drag it the rest of the way into her belly with a lurching gulp. As it slid down her throat, the sound of straining metal could be heard, the steel buckling from the pressure, until it landed somewhere in the junkyard her stomach had become; the huge, wobbling dome straining against the table with increasing fervor. Lyssa finally wiped down her chest and stomach, blotting at the fluids that had landed on her unbelievable jugs, and bloating, bottomless gut. The cashier wasn’t the slightest bit surprised as Lyssa casually balled-up and swallowed down the juice-soaked towel, though as the pale glutton arched her back, and sent the table toppling over, snapping the metal support post off at the base, she jumped from the sudden destruction. Not to mention the full scope of the belly which she abruptly realized had been largely obscured by the now-fallen table. It jutted out as far as her breasts, and was easily as wide as either of them, forcing them to lay to either side of its jutting, jiggling, gurgling bulk, giving a truly jaw-dropping frontal view of ludicrous curves.

As the cashier gawked at the enormous, soft, round expanses of moony paleness, she gradually realized the woman was looking right at her. When their eyes met, Lyssa’s grin flashed wider even as her eyes narrowed in predation, making the cashier gulp.

“Milk,” Lyssa intoned pointedly, voice deeper and throatier, eyes locked on the smaller woman, who looked to her boss for a cue. The man simply nodded towards their ‘customer’, and with her heart pounding in her chest, the cashier trotted over to Lyssa’s side, ducking around the fallen table and other debris.

Lyssa simply stared up at her for a few moments, while the cashier tried not to squirm, to calm her frantic pulse. She didn’t realize she’d clenched her eyes shut until a finger tracing along her cheek made her open them, and she looked down to see the mischief flare hot in Lyssa’s gaze. A second later, and a pair of syringes had been stuck into her tits through her work uniform. She could barely muster a gasp before she noticed them attached to a pair of long, slender tubes leading to something lining the inside of the pale woman’s jacket. Lyssa tugged open the denim garment, revealing that the inside was lined by a transparent pouch full of some bright pink fluid, and that the tubes connected to an incredibly slim mechanism hidden in the right sleeve.

A vague idea of what might be about to happen flitted through the cashier’s mind, imagination primed by both Lyssa’s reality-bending behavior thus far, her latest order... and a few pieces of the weirder porn she’d seen on her roommate’s computer.

“N-No... please,” she moaned, pleading with the bizarre, pale woman who gazed at her hungrily.

“Sorry, hun... but the customer’s always right~” she cooed, slamming a finger down on a button on her cuff.

Fire seemed to pump into the cashier’s chest, the woman falling to her knees as her breath came out in a strangled screech through clenched teeth. She panted raggedly, spittle frothing through her teeth as she dared to look down and saw what she’d feared was happening. Her breasts, formerly a pair of modest, perky C-cups, were rapidly inflating past F, past H, past K, far past any bra size encountered enough to not require special ordering. Her breasts gurgled and sloshed, and she could feel their insides churning, see them pulsating against her shirt which had rapidly gone from comfortably-loose, to so tight you’d think she was poured into it. When her top tore open completely, a shriek of horror accompanied it, the cashier’s hands dumbly clawing at her swelling bust, as if trying to dispel them as some terrible illusion. And they just kept growing, bulging through her clenching fingers, wobbling with her every panicked, rapid breath, growing more sensitive as she realized the hot pain had ebbed into unbidden, pleasurable warmth somewhere in the interim. When at last the sound of motorized pumping from Lyssa’s sleeve stopped, and ceased the growth with it, the woman dimly stared down at her breasts in a daze, tongue hanging to one side of her slack mouth. Her jugs now jutted about two feet from her torso, and hung down to her hips at their lowest. Not as enormous as Lyssa’s, but far, far larger than she’d ever dreamed of having them.

Still reeling from the reality of her new body, she was abruptly hoisted up by her waist, Lyssa reaching down to bring the woman up onto the bench beside her, nestled in the cushioned, sloshing cleft between one massive, creamy breast, and that gurgling, pale gut. Leaning over, Lyssa lifted up one of the cashier’s huge new tits, and clamped her mouth down around a plump, puckered nipple, taking a deep, cheek-hollowing suck. A moment of applied vacuuming, and milk burst forth over her tongue, spilling down her throat as she gulped around a contented giggle. The cashier, meanwhile, drew in a squealing breath, assaulted by the sudden blast of pleasure as a sense of tension in her bust relaxed, her suckled breast hosing milk into the greedy maw of the customer, while her other breast spurted a sympathetic, though less vigorous, stream in kind. This time she couldn’t keep from squirming, writhing around between a wobbling, gurgling belly and a soft, sloshing breast, making both tremendous, pale swells of flesh jiggle energetically as she fidgeted, wishing (despite the hot blush of shame that colored her cheeks) that her arms were not pinned to her side by monstrous heaps of belly and boob so she could reach her pussy.

Drawing mouthful after mouthful for many long minutes, loudly gulping away, Lyssa occasionally switching from one tit to the other, while the cashier felt that surely her breasts would have to shrink back down from so much guzzling. A person with even these massive new tits couldn’t hold so much, she thought shakily through glow of stimulation, yet they never seemed to shrink. When at last Lyssa seemed to have her fill she let out another prodigious, drawn-out, floor-shaking belch that sent both hers and the cashier’s curves wobbling like gelatin in an earthquake. With a contented moan, she ran her tongue along the cashier’s cheek, and lovingly whispered “Thanks for the meal...” Pausing, she tugged at the torn wreckage of the smaller woman’s shirt to find a name tag, and finished her thought after inspecting it. “Juanita~” she purred, finger tracing the embossed letters.

Demonstrating an impressive feat of inhuman grace despite her profoundly bulky endowments, Lyssa somehow slid to her feet without dislodging Juanita from hers, and reached into her pocket. As Juanita watched, she shivered in worry at what fresh torment might be procured, and after everything which had transpired thus far, was probably least prepared for the perfectly mundane checkbook which was withdrawn. Lyssa busily scribbled away after placing the checkbook atop the incredible dome of her belly, which Juanita gaped at with fresh shock after seeing how much bigger it had grown just from the woman guzzling her milk (prompting a renewed blush). The incredible swell of gut jutted forth at least four feet from the woman’s torso, and roughly as wide, creating a remarkable rear view as the curves swept off to either side of the slender frame of her midsection.

“Okay, so, damages... plus the food, which surpasses the reasonable limit of the ‘all you can eat’ offer, as noted in fine print on the bottom of your brochures and menus... plus compensation for lost business due to hosting a ‘private party’... bonus for being a good sport about this and agreeing to keep silent, on pain of discombobulation... alright, I think this should cover it!” Lyssa concluded, handing a check over to the manager, who examined it briefly, eyes widening for a moment before offering an only partially-forced smile and slight bow.

“Yes, Miss, thank you very much!”

Lyssa then turned back to Juanita and continued, “As for you...” before scrawling out something on another check, and handing it to her. “A tip, for excellent service,” she said with a wink. Still in disbelief, Juanita reached out and took the check. The novelty check design, bearing an image of dogs at a poker table, briefly distracted Juanita from the number written down, but as it registered in her mind, her jaw went slack. Even with the staggering new bust that had been forcibly pumped into being on her chest, the amount on that check was enough to gleefully overlook it as a minor indiscretion. As she looked back up at Lyssa, Lyssa remarked, “There’s plenty more where that came from, if you don’t decide to just retire after today,” with a laugh. “Oh, and don’t try to use any of that to shrink those sweater-blimps back down. My gifts can’t be shrugged off so easily~” she purred over her shoulder as she wobbled her way to the door.

Lyssa’s ass seemed to already be taking on some of the caloric fallout from her feast, the rips in her jeans tearing wider across her ample, milky rump as she moved. Stopping at the door, she clicked open the lock, turned around and began to pull her unreal curves through the frame, which quickly began to buckle and groan from the strain as her breasts and belly squished through the aperture, filling the entirety of it. “Don’t worry, I accounted for this in the math!” she called over her own mountainous bulk, and the sudden cracking of fissures snaking through the glass in the window beside the door, as masonry and steel shuddered and creaked in protest. With a final tug, and a raucous, deafening slosh of her combined curves, she popped free, and began strutting down the sidewalk, belly and breasts sweeping side to side in a wide arc.

Still sitting on the bench, Juanita looked at the check once more, down at her breasts, and back to the ruined entrance, door weakly hanging on one bent hinge (the paper sign about being closed for repairs now far more applicable). Despite the discomfort of that injection, and being used as a human cow, she found herself oddly reluctant to simply toss what remained of her uniform at her boss and storm out to cash her check and move to some remote paradise with no rules about bare tits. Aside from the money, which was very nice, she couldn’t deny she was oddly fascinated by that hyper-curvy pale lunatic. Setting those thoughts aside for now, she turned to her manager and asked, trying futiely to cover her chest, “So, uh... this what you meant about her mouth?”

Blushing, the manager took off his coat and held it out to her. It still wasn’t enough to cover up if she put it on properly, but she could at least drape it over the majority of her tits. “No,” he began, “I meant she fucking ate the cashier who worked here before you.” A moment of unease hung in the air as the sense of menace surrounding Lyssa surged in anew. “Though to be fair... I don’t think it was entirely intentional. The gal who worked here before you, well... she was kind of a putz. Got too close while the lady was feeding, lounging against her breast, and got in the way of her arm. Just sort of... swept in with the food. Swallowed whole and still thrashing by the time she left.”

“Christ...” Juanita muttered, before thinking for a moment. “And I take it this is why my pay was remarkably generous to begin with?” she asked wryly.

“Yeah... hazard pay,” he said, somewhat guiltily, coughing and averting his gaze to the fallen table.

Jaunita let out a single barking laugh at that, before starting at just how much that made her new breasts wobble. With a sigh, she slowly took to her feet, getting used to her new center of balance. Regardless of her decision regarding continued employment, life was certainly going to be more interesting now.

#story posting

grindaviking

lyssa-bedlam

Attempting to sway Lyssa down the path of corruption is a troublesome endeavor. Not because she doesn’t readily take the bait, for in fact, she gleefully goes along with your endeavors, accepting your offerings as her inhuman potency expands along with her heavy breasts, ample rump, and bloated gut. No, the problem lies in thinking she’ll become anything more than an amplified version of her already chaotic self, shirking off any semblance of control as her boundless gluttony and lust grows more extreme. Indeed, as you hand over the latest heaping platter to feed both her and the nameless abomination brooding within her, her gut churning loudly and squirming as she gulps down several burgers at a time, you might begin to wonder who holds sway over who.

((A delightfully curvy Lyssa, her already ample bust complimented by a round, heaving belly and a huge, wobbling rump! She wears her infernal accoutrements wonderfully, flattering her increasingly meaty, gravid figure as the tatters of her former attire grow less suited to containing her enhanced stature. I particularly like the sigil upon her belly, clawed gauntlets, and rad boots, while her features are framed beautifully by the jutting horns and spread wings. Also, that fleshy tail is a rather cute touch, underscoring her fiendish yet squeezable form. Thanks a bunch!))

#art reblog #grindavikbydaylight #pics of lyssa

grindaviking

It’s the fastest growing religion in the USA

lyssa-bedlam

((And an amazing follow-up! Lyssa’s clearly been getting her fill, growing out and up considerably. Belly growing more round and heaving, competing for attention with her spectacular bust, which has grown even more as well, looking even more feebly-restrained this time around. Not to mention the bolstered swell of her hips and thighs, affording plenty of new room for more body markings. All that coupled with her increased stature means curves you could curl up in with room to spare. Though considering how she probably got to that size in the first place, attempting to enjoy the fulsome grandeur of her moony mounds seems like a devious trap. Once again, thank you so, so much! Absolutely gorgeous!))

#art reblog #grindavikbydaylight #pics of lyssa

grindaviking

lyssa-bedlam

((Reblogging belatedly as hell, because I’ve been remarkably out of it for quite a while, but holy hell, that’s a lovely Lyssa! “Feral cultist” is a look that suits her perfectly. The adornments of bone, body paint, various barbaric touches all pair wonderfully with her naturally manic (delightful expression on her by the way) and cannibalistic tendencies, and the scraps of material struggling futilely to contain her huge, heavy bust is exactly her style. Love how soft her breasts look, squishing against each other and her undersized garb, areolae amply peeking out. Then there’s that squeezable bit of gut complimenting the monuments of squish above it, all tempting for a yearning set of hands. Thank you so much!))

#art reblog #grindavikbydaylight #pics of lyssa

palmofthelefthandblack-deactiva

Another warmup in a series of friends OCs in chibi-like form. Everytime I’ve ever seen @thulykos Lyssa, she has no clothes… like ever. But whenever I draw her, I put her in a nun habit, and holly bawls is it hot. So here she is.

thulykos

You have no idea how pleasant a surprise this is! Seasonal depression has been bending me over a barrel (and some other factors haven’t been helping me any), so this is an especially welcome sight, and more appreciated than I can express.

It’s always a delight to see you draw Lyssa, and the chibi treatment concentrates her curvaceous allure to a potent degree. Absolutely adoring the contrasting tones of pious serenity and fulsome carnality oozing from her here! The deliberately enticing holy attire, cut so as to show off her shapely stocking-and-garter-clad legs, is the perfect compliment to her placidly devout expression and curves that refuse to be subdued, all framed by her luscious, flowing, untamed raven locks. Gorgeous display of fabric tenting as her full, heavy chest strains the cloth clinging to her in a decidedly sinful manner, both contrasted and accentuated divinely by her arms digging into her breasts’ soft bulk as she clasps her hands in reverence.

Thank you so, so much man!

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((Once again, massive thanks for this unexpected and adorably gorgeous Lyssa pic!))

#art reblog #palmofthelefthandblack #pics of lyssa

8ayesian

Hrmm... hello? [sounds of thumping] Testing, one, two... You reading me on... whatever you might be hearing or seeing this on? [a voluminous pair of pale breasts may be seen occupying the scope of whatever camera is recording on the other end, while their owner continues fiddling with unseen apparatuses]

The monitor next to Vriska has sprung to life at a wildly inopportune time. Her plastic bottle of soda is now on the floor- closed, thankfully, but probably too fizzy to touch for a while. In the mean time, she slowly swivels her head to the left, eyes trying to lock onto any details that might give hints as to what it is she’s experiencing.

It wasn’t the first time she had received a completely random video message, but something struck her as especially weird about this one.

“…What…”

She actually wasn’t sure just what it was that she was looking at on the screen.

8ayesian

“I feel like a bit more information than what I requested came through there, but I’ll accept it for cataloguing purposes.”

Vriska shifted awkwardly in her chair, letting her hair cover her face somewhat.

“It’s interesting to know that my suspicions were true regarding your state as a mutant though. Sometimes it really is that obvious.”

lyssa-bedlam

“Yep, nature might bestow some with exorbitant bosoms, but I’m pretty much a beacon of unnatural meddling,“ she grinned, hands drumming atop her boobs, continuing their seemingly ceaseless wobbling.

“What about you then? I’m used to the idea of infinite alternates, most of which follow familiar patterns, but you seem... unique. More ‘together’ for one thing.”

#artificersgrievance

8ayesian

It wasn’t the first time she had received a completely random video message, but something struck her as especially weird about this one.

“…What…”

She actually wasn’t sure just what it was that she was looking at on the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

Hearing the voice, the twin moony swells of flesh abruptly moved aside as a single crimson eye came into view, before backing up to reveal the rest of its owner’s face.

“Success!” she noted cheerfully, a pleased smile on her face. Sitting down, the woman’s sizable breasts flopped on the surface of whatever workspace she sat before, still occupying a large portion of the screen, even spreading beyond it’s scope, though her face was at least visible above them.

Expression turning more scrutinizing, she tried to gauge the identity of the transmission’s recipient. “Ah, Vriska, I presume?“ she said rather rhetorically, recognizing certain identifying features.

8ayesian

This was one of the weirdest looking humans Vriska had ever seen. That wasn’t even beginning to touch the… Assets of whoever this was, though they certainly added to the overall absurdity she was looking at.

“That depends entirely on who is asking, and for what purpose. And how you have managed to reach this channel.”

She hadn’t moved an inch, and was still gazing befuddledly at the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

Chuckled slightly at what struck her as a very reasonable reaction to the current situation, for the simple fact that so few people she’d encountered before responded as such. It was amazing how often someone’s capacity for critical thought completely failed when confronted by a giant set of tits.

“Well, to address those points in order… I’m Lyssa! My purpose is both a system test (wasn’t sure if this thing would even start up again), as well as a simple attempt to reach someone unfamiliar. As for how I tapped into this signal… I’m not entirely sure! This thing just sort of cast a wide net, and zeroed in on a particular frequency it caught. Though I may have guided it a bit…” the woman attempted to explain, trailing off slightly and glancing curiously at, and fiddling with, something off-screen on her end, the modest movement causing a rather inordinate level of jiggling.

8ayesian

Vriska slumped back in her chair somewhat, looking over this new character’s figure. Why she was cursed to be faced with so many particularly busty people she had absolutely no idea.

“So you’re pretty much doing an equipment test and in doing so, you’ve interrupted all of the nothing that I had meticulously planned out for myself. How thoughtful and considerate of you!”

The words almost said ‘thank you for making something happen’, but the tone said ‘I am not amused’. She tried her best to ignore the lewd jiggling.

lyssa-bedlam

Lyssa chuckled again, once more tickled by a simple display of sensibility which she ought to have run into more often.

“Yeah, I guess this is on roughly equal footing with a telemarketer calling while someone’s in the shower or eating dinner. Except I’m not selling something, and don’t seem to have interrupted any pressing business.

I have tuned into people in the shower before, though. I guess we’re both glad that didn’t happen this time. Not that I’d have minded much, but I get the feeling you wouldn’t have entertained my intrusion quite so long,” she rambled a tad, tapping her chin with one hand while the other arm draped over her bust and sank into the apparently very soft swells.

8ayesian

Vriska nodded, hoping that’d be interpreted as an affirmation that she wouldn’t have cared much for such an intrusion during a more vulnerable time.

“So what exactly are you? What’s with the… Those?”

Vriska made an exaggerated cupping motion, with the intent of trying to mime the volume of those weirdly large breasts.

“Are you actually a different subspecies of human or something?”

Might as well give this one a chance; it wasn’t like anything else was going on tonight. In a way she was almost glad for the intrusion.

lyssa-bedlam

Grinning at the pantomime for her rather shocking proportions, Lyssa regarded her outlandish bust for a moment, sloshing them as though fluffing up a pillow before leaning comfortably on them.

“Well, the story of exactly what I am is... frankly a winding and ridiculous string of absurdities. The short version, though, is that I seem to be an engineered mutant of some sort. Endurance, healing, and strength beyond a peak baseline human, enhanced senses... and these,” she idly slapped one of her tits lightly, sending ripples quivering through both. “From what I’ve deduced, I was either grown in a tube or what have you, or... I used to be someone that made herself rather unpopular and was subjected to some curious ‘revenge’.

Whatever the motive, yeah, I’m kind of a walking fetish, ain’t I? The backside’s not quite as outrageous as the headlights, but it’s hardly lacking either,” she added, glancing over her shoulder.

#artificersgrievance

8ayesian

It wasn’t the first time she had received a completely random video message, but something struck her as especially weird about this one.

“…What…”

She actually wasn’t sure just what it was that she was looking at on the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

Hearing the voice, the twin moony swells of flesh abruptly moved aside as a single crimson eye came into view, before backing up to reveal the rest of its owner’s face.

8ayesian

“That depends entirely on who is asking, and for what purpose. And how you have managed to reach this channel.”

She hadn’t moved an inch, and was still gazing befuddledly at the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

8ayesian

Vriska slumped back in her chair somewhat, looking over this new character’s figure. Why she was cursed to be faced with so many particularly busty people she had absolutely no idea.

“So you’re pretty much doing an equipment test and in doing so, you’ve interrupted all of the nothing that I had meticulously planned out for myself. How thoughtful and considerate of you!”

The words almost said ‘thank you for making something happen’, but the tone said ‘I am not amused’. She tried her best to ignore the lewd jiggling.

lyssa-bedlam

Lyssa chuckled again, once more tickled by a simple display of sensibility which she ought to have run into more often.

#artificersgrievance

8ayesian

It wasn’t the first time she had received a completely random video message, but something struck her as especially weird about this one.

“…What…”

She actually wasn’t sure just what it was that she was looking at on the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

Hearing the voice, the twin moony swells of flesh abruptly moved aside as a single crimson eye came into view, before backing up to reveal the rest of its owner’s face.

8ayesian

“That depends entirely on who is asking, and for what purpose. And how you have managed to reach this channel.”

She hadn’t moved an inch, and was still gazing befuddledly at the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

“Well, to address those points in order... I’m Lyssa! My purpose is both a system test (wasn’t sure if this thing would even start up again), as well as a simple attempt to reach someone unfamiliar. As for how I tapped into this signal... I’m not entirely sure! This thing just sort of cast a wide net, and zeroed in on a particular frequency it caught. Though I may have guided it a bit...” the woman attempted to explain, trailing off slightly and glancing curiously at, and fiddling with, something off-screen on her end, the modest movement causing a rather inordinate level of jiggling.

#artificersgrievance

8ayesian

It wasn’t the first time she had received a completely random video message, but something struck her as especially weird about this one.

“…What…”

She actually wasn’t sure just what it was that she was looking at on the screen.

lyssa-bedlam

Hearing the voice, the twin moony swells of flesh abruptly moved aside as a single crimson eye came into view, before backing up to reveal the rest of its owner’s face.

#artificersgrievance

((Official Bedlam Halloween costumes for 2016. -Lyssa: Spinal -Abigail: Kan-Ra -Megaera: Eyedol))

#OOC

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Wowie Zowie, I spent a good while making these.

So Lyssa comes across a bottle of… actually I think the pictures speak for themselves.

lyssa-bedlam

Well of course I learned something from this, Abigail. I learned that next time I should just slip my target the shampoo and enjoy the fireworks! The probing, plundering, fuzzy fireworks. Not a complaint here, but those things tickled like crazy. ((Sexy, funny, adorable, all bases covered quite ably! I can feel all the love and care that went into this and I’m super flattered and appreciative! Love the expressions in every panel, and a nice sense of weight and squish to Lyssa’s bosom. Quite liking the approach to the living hair tendrils too!

Thank you so, so much!))

#art reblog #ring the gagged #pics of lyssa

ring-the-gagged-deactivated2017

Crack-shipping without comment.

Okay, one comment: This was an experiment to see how fast I could draw something like this.

lyssa-bedlam

((Well damn if that isn’t adorable! Danke for the cute draws!

Also, a character of mine has officially been crack-shipped. That’s some sort of milestone as a creator, right?))

#art reblog #pics of lyssa #ring the gagged

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