aight fuck it, time for the pinned! i’m milky anon (u can just call me milky), and my main use for this blog is sending asks to other accounts and a bit of writing; i’ll list my kinks, limits and such here, though!
21, nb boy they/he (fem presenting, though!! love to be a good breederboy :3), verse HEAVILY leaning sub (please don’t send me asks requesting i write myself as a dom!). aro, single, but not looking- feel free to talk about fucking me, expanding me, and everything surrounding!
i am open to messages just to chat, or rp, but i may not respond to everyone! (i also absolutely welcome asks/anons :3)
FAVES:
- breeding
- preg (nbpreg, mpreg, fpreg)
- feederism (wg, stuffing)
- ~~lactation~~
- expansion (breast, ass, thighs, belly)
- multiboob
- udder growth/play
- slow expansion, preg, etc (rapid is fine, but having it be slow/gradual just hits me right in my stupid horny brain 🥵)
from cow to cow — I cannot figure out which I like thinking about more, rapid growth or more slow and steady?? so so hot to feel my chest suddenly start to strain and dwarf my shirt … but also not noticing/ignoring the odd feeling in your tits until one day, finally, your bra is pressing so hard into your flesh that you can’t handle walking around wet all day. Like :/ I love both
HONESTLY both are like, majorly 🥵🥵🥵 for me my mood just tends to vary wildly... sometimes i'd just love to see my chest bloat and swell out in front of me visibly, but at the same time having it drawn out over a looong time as i have to hide the extra jiggle and bounce of my chest while going into work/doing shopping and having people politely refrain from commenting on the way my tits strain my shirt/bra as i just make my way through each day before finally feeling the relief of being able to relax shirtless and see how much i've grown over the course of the day is so hot as well...
maybe its my hucow kink but what really drives me wild is the thought of men being absolutely obsessed with my tits... openly leering at them, groping them in public, yanking my binder up to watch them bounce out, worshiping them, kissing my nipples, suckling at my milky udders... treating me like the needy cow girl with slutty tits I am
got stoned for the first time recently and 🥴 ohhh what i wouldn't give for someone to cuddle with me while i'm high, feeling them put cups over my tits to milk them as all my senses explode with pleasure as i'm half-out of it already...
i would say that mutuals should dm me BUT i get so scared that they might get offended if i sometimes forget to reply... darlings its not on purpose im just so busy!!! (but if youre alright with that please dm me >;3)
you act like getting addicted to your tits like it's a bad thing. but that's what you're meant for. your udders wouldn't feel so good if you weren't meant to play with them and grow and fill with milk
I can’t argue with that, it just feels so good to go mindless and obsess over my udders 🐮
OKAY ive cleared my inbox... if anybody has any more id love to have more little writing prompts to chip away at whenever i have time >:) preg/breeding, weight gain/stuffing, breast/ass expansion, anything!!!! maybe even pitch me some new kinks to write about and i'll see if i like them, hehe
SCENARIO: while on a walking tour for your Agriculture 204 class at a dairy farm run by a secretive religious commune, you are unexpectedly dosed with a mystery compound and are whisked away to be worshipped as an avatar of their god of dairy products.
uuughhh... i didn't know why i took the agriculture course at this point. sure, it's a fun elective, but taking trips out to farms to stare at cows for hours and have someone prattle on to me about the production of milk has me bored half to death--at least until we got carted onto a shuttle to a practically undocumented spot on the map to visit a small agricultural commune...
the first thing i notice are the strange engravings and symbols at every turn. horns, cowbells, and strange curved characters... i spend more time marveling at those instead of paying attention to the tour- ow!
something just pricked one of my thighs... looking around, i couldn't see the cause, but i was feeling awfully drowsy now. and everyone's walking so fast, and i... mhhh... gosh, i'm so sleepy...
the next sensation i feel is waking up in the comfiest bed i've ever been in to a friendly-looking woman telling me what happened; i'd been bit by a snake, so they took me to the hospital in the commune to treat me. i was okay, but... the rest of the tour had departed without me. i still had my clothes on, but the tank top and blazer i had on felt strangely tight as i sat in the bed recovering- and itchy, too.
everyone i had asked in the hospital said there were no outside phones in the commune, so i was effectively stranded until they sent another shuttle out... for the next two weeks, they told me that i could stay as a guest-- they seemed nice enough, but i couldn't help but feel a bit of worry. so i laid back down in my bed and fell asleep...
i was discharged the next day, seemingly all better. the first thing i did when shown to my room in the inn was head to the mirror and investigate my chest, though. the strange itching sensation hadn't let up, and when i looked over my bra, i was shocked to see my titties bulging out of their cups- feeling my face go red, i didn't even notice the heaviness of my breath as i unclipped them, finally feeling the tightness relieved. what... happened?
my small, modest anthills had blossomed over those short days into... breasts. boobs. gosh, they seemed bigger than most in the commune! and when i tried to get it back on, my bra simply refused to do up; too small to fit over the swell of my new, creamy titflesh that adorned my figure.
heading down to the common area to get my lunch, the rest of the people in the room took note of me immediately; asking if i was okay, offering food, giving a glass of... milk? supposedly their produce calmed the nerves- and oh, with the stress you've been through, you surely could afford some peace of mind... so i drank it, thanking everyone for their patronage, and eating my lunch...
there wasn't much for me to do as a guest, but it seemed like everyone was more than willing to strike up conversation about the commune. supposedly, their religion was based around their dairy products, though their god had left them not too long ago; or at least, so they claimed. i wasn't sure if i believed it, but their milk, cheese and butter were rich and creamy in a way i couldn't dream of back home... so i made sure to enjoy it.
i went in the afternoon to stealthily see if i could get a new bra fitted at their tailor. it was almost like they were expecting me, bringing me in quickly to get measurements- but, as they wrapped the tape around my chest, i suddenly took note that my breasts felt... swollen- bigger, even...? no, there was no way- i took polite leave as the tailor let me know it'd be ready in two day's time.
looking in the mirror in my room again, i couldn't believe it. my tank top had pulled up slightly to show some midriff throughout the day, all because of my jiggly, bouncy titties- holding up the cups of my bra over their swell, it seemed comical that i had ever fitted. if i had to eyeball my chest's size... they had to be approaching F cups at this point.
and it never seemed to let up. over the next few days, the people of the commune seemed to keep up friendly conversation while i was stealthily aware that my tits had been growing- growing bigger and bigger throughout the day, starting to bounce without much more than a regular step, the curve of their bottom starting to touch my desk as i leaned over it... they had to be the size of my head when the tailor knocked on my room- and... the bra they brought me wouldn't even clasp shut. i could tell they were surprised, but i wasn't sure if it was shock, or... delight?
like melons. my tank top didn't even cover anything besides them at this point, and the people in the commune seemed completely oblivious. like basketballs. heavy, creamy, and... nngghhhh, one day, i woke up unnaturally aroused, to find milk streaming out- not even small drops, but a trickle; like a tap on low pressure. and i couldn't stop it... i stayed in for the whole day that time, and i could only feel them swell bigger and bigger.
in fact, i stayed in for the next few days with them, and i somehow slowly found myself growing accustomed- i had to put in significant effort to heave them up, and their heavy beanbag shape rested nicely on my desk without even having to lean down. i squished them, squeezed them, even groped them- feeling milk trickle out... until i heard a knock on the door.
i couldn't get decent in time, so i discarded all notions of decency. i opened the door, coming face to face with the commune's leader. "oh, our avatar! you've developed... quite nicely, your graciousness!" i was immediately whisked out of my room- and without even getting to ask for an explanation, presented to the commune.
"brothers, sisters! you've seen our avatar throughout the commune for the past week or so, but... i would like to show you that yes, it's true! they've returned to us, and the bounty will be great!" without prompt, he took a finger to the steady stream of milk that sprung from my nipples, and licked it. "...greater than ever before!"
and from that point on, i never dreamed of going home. being kept in the most luxurious location in the commune, aides at my side collecting my milk-- of which i only made more and more-- as my titties got bigger and bigger... walking was out of the question after not too long, and i could live the rest of my life in comfort as a deity of dairy and produce... and i wouldn't want it any other way.
☂️ yo!!! Seen you around Sundae and Dio's (hornkneetown) 's inboxes! Good stuff! Local slimegirl here with a scenario: since you like it slow, how about a slow tf into a slimeperson, and then slowly learning how to shape your form how you wish? You can take this however you like, but if you want lore or inspo my blog has a bunch! @umbrella-anon
oh GOSH this is fun... not even just from a kink standpoint but like, even just wholesome body euphoria type stuff!!! i think it'd feel a little distressing at first to feel the solidity and consistency of my body slowly shift into that of slime after a while, but... pretty soon i realize that if i concentrate and focus on it enough, it feels like i could just shift around mass as i pleased!
the transformation isn't complete when i figure this out, of course, but suddenly i find myself able to maybe adding a little bit more jiggle to my tits or ass- and once i figure out how to reconfigure more specific parts of my form, i could try out new (gooey) hairstyles on a whim! wearing clothes is a bit of a hassle, sure... (good luck wearing anything that doesn't immediately get coated in slime) but now it feels like i could fill out anything i wish!
all that sounds like fun, but for the longest time i assumed that i could only redistribute mass... so imagine my surprise after an attempt at a shower- only to find myself bigger. absorbing liquids into myself now that i'm fully transformed is the default, and i'm thrilled to be able to finally be able to have the perfect body i'm dreaming of! thick in all the right places, soft and squishy with a bit of jiggle in all the right places 🤍
(but... uhhh, how do i take mass away? i'm getting pretty big now, aha...)
