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[mosscraftor]

MINORS DNI

if you come across this blog and are not a minor,

hiii !! call me moss !! (*´꒳`*)

this is my tumblr account dedicated to one of my interests, i'm sure it's obvious which it is....

you'll sometimes see me posting my art either here or on my bluesky! be sure to share your thoughts bc it really motivates me to keep going!!

with all that out the way, hope you enjoy my blog, and consider supporting me in the future !!

[inflatabunny]

Getting in a pool and coming out with MASSIVE tits and HUGE ASS and a good sized belly

[inflatabunny]

I still think about this every day btw,,,

[bigsharter666]

dont show me your nerdy interests i WILL have sex with you.

[h0me-made]

Turns out I never posted my comic here in a single post... I'm fixing it now, better late than never.

FREE FOOD!

In which Linda discovers a beautiful, magical place that definitely doesn't have a catch.

[mosscraftor]

i think i need to become more perverse _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

[tumboodles]

need big fat heavy boyfriend to lay on my chest so i can pet his hair and kiss his forehead please. please and crackers

[shegayonmygirl]

women in gray tanktops or gray spaghetti strap tops, no bra, hairy armpits, visibly sweaty

[tumboodles]

the best cow everrrrr

[ahabthetaco]

Falling in love with an "irradiated" girl where the closer you get the more you change and mutate. Maybe to her desire... or your secret desire. Maybe not radiation based but something where it is like an infection. You know what I mean? Being forced to change where its not fully "in control" like a spell or treatment but chaotic and unpredictable... yet incredibly hot.

*🤠

On cow hat anon, I can not tell you how much I think about this sort of thing

Also sorry for delay, been busy!

Maybe she was a friend before, and after eating from a food truck called "unidentified food object" and getting a meal called "the outer space replite" I've been watching over her as she started to change...

But she's becoming quite monsterous, I know I go for the design alot, but there's something just hot of kajiu/replite mutated human with glowing bits. Just become larger, towering over me. Hands have become more reptilian, with long claws that glow green, especially in the dark. Legs strong, with the hide going up to her waist, all be it softer then her lower legs, but still leaving her with juicy thighs you want to be inbetween, even if you know it'll kill you to be squished. Feet as well, large to support her new changes, covered in a thick dark hide, if only the claws didn't scratch the wood flooring...

Huge lizard line tail, lined with retractable, glowing, spikes, it's size so huge when resting just sits on the floor, but she can control it, grab me and bring me to her. Or just wrap my legs in it so she can kiss me and lick me...covering me in her glowing salvia which I think may be contributing to something later

Sharp teeth, mouth is glowing green instead of not glowing and being pink, a long glowing tongue, able to wrap around many thing, like a Popsicle I was eating, or my cock. Two massive protruding horns out of the top of her head, one she loves getting rubbed.

And of course a huge monsterous chest, a menace to any shirt or bra around, as she overheats alot, and needs those puppies free.

But this is all the changes so far, perhaps more will happen once she reaches her next stage

One she finds me helping her achieve...

at first she said it was just a regular illness, nothing to worry about. But she had to cancel more and more of are hang outs. Some of her coworkers asked me to go check up on her

But what I saw in her apartment was her..changed. some of the changes already started, but she was jerking off hard, not caring that I was seeing her, she just kept jerking off with a dildo, begging for the heat to go down.

I gave her some privacy, and after the commotion died down, I went back in to ask what was going on. She explained that ever since she ate that funky food, she's been changing, new thoughts in her head, new feelings. She had to take breaks at work after a while just cause the heat wouldn't go down, that she was missing something... She felt something was wrong, and thought maybe if she just stayed home nothing bad would happen. But it made things worse, made her more horny, more empty. She kept buying toys, hoping that would help, but it just slowed it down. She needed to go out, see people, and it was taking everything she had to stop herself.

But now I was here, and I could help.

Sure we flirted a bit before, we teased each other, even shared a few personal things, but nothing like this. She was getting closer to me, her hand on me as she asked if I could do a tiny favor for her.

But that's where it all went down hill, or uphill, depending on your view, because what ever affected her, started to affect me from then on....

What ever happened that night was a blur, all I remember was waking up and finding boxes of condoms empty and filled ones around, a broken bed, claw marks on the bed frame, and even my back covered in some. Also noticing she was...more changed then before. But I had work in the morning, so I took a quick bath and went on my way. But as I worked, what happened that night with her starting come back to me, and it was getting harder and harder to focus, not to mention something else getting harder...

But when I returned home, there I found her, and a broken lock, as she explained that she looks like this now, she can't really go back to work... And well, she still got all those new thoughts and feelings, and I was doing a good job helping with them, so might as well cut the middle man out and just be with me so when ever the heat comes back I'm on demand.

A sound plan, except for the fact the more she changed, the more the environment changed around my home. If I had a uv light I could have seen the pheromones filling the air, the more she changed the more it caused both of us to become horny. The more she changed the more infectious material she produced, be it her salvia she would leave when she kissed me or licked me, or the times I came raw into her pussy, or eventually, the glowing liquid I drank from her monster sized tits.

I think she knew all along what was going to happen to me, she wanted it to happen to me. Watch as I became like her, watch as my nails became claws, my hands more reptilian. Watching day by day as we fucked that I became more what she wanted so much. So many kisses, so many drinks, so many fucks, to make sure I got a good amount of the infection in me. Growing in size my self, getting so big and monsterous that i had to stop going to work too, which only made things worse as it gave me more time to be with her.

But what she wanted to see change most of all, was my cock. Seeing it become more of a knot, a huge thick glowing knot, with its sheath hiding behind a large glowing cock, one she was always wanting to see. Coming up behind me to jerk me off, waking me up to find her slurping down on it, or presenting her holes for me to use. She wanted to track it's progress personally...

Until weeks later, we were both these monsters, I was hers, her most loyal of mates, so lost in the lust that I didn't care. She rubbed her swollen belly, glowing eggs inside, the results of so much sex.

But you know, I was given so many chances to walk away, or go to a doctor, but deep down....I kind of wanted to see what would happen...to be like her...and look at me now, happy, horny in more ways then one, and a big happy wife

I don't know about you, but that was well worth it!

[mosscraftor]

Computer, make the me not question my skills as a creative and also hella horny and supa gay or however that goes

[mosscraftor]

They should create a me that doesn't lose all confidence in their work so that I can publish the things I create

[permanentberry]

A farmhand that starts swelling up into a pumpkin, and is doted on by one of the owners. They swell up 40 pounds a day and have a time lapse camera set up so they can track their progress.

Every fall, I see that one video of the giant pumpkin growing overnight show up on my feed and it always makes me lightheaded 🥴

It can be pretty lonely being a perpetually-growing pumpkin. Since they're too heavy to move, the owners opt to leave their poor farmhand to keep growing out in the field. They're painfully aware of how vulnerable they are, especially when some delinquent teens hop the fence and try rolling them around/toying with them. The only real company they have most of the day are the birds that land on top of their vast body for a brief rest, as well as the vines creeping around (and inside) their body...

[garlicbrednmore]

Force me to apologise for how big I’m getting. For how much space I’m starting to take up when we lay in bed. For how much I slow you down on walks.

Make me tell you I’m sorry when I break my first chair. Tell me I should be ashamed for how much I let my gluttony affect you. For how much food you “have to” cook for me every meal.

Tell me I need to ask forgiveness for every pair of jeans my belly starts to spill over, for every T-shirt that my growing mass turns into a crop top.

Once you’ve made me into a big, lardy ball of shame, punish me for every inconvenience - with a force feeding, obviously.

[ahabthetaco]

If a full moon happens on Easter do you think wererabbits will lay eggs?

I'm just saying combined with the unquenchable lust of wererabbits alot of them are going to be laying eggs like crazy or fucking one another to make more eggs

And what if a human gets fucked by one huh? The curse spread to them?

Like someone with a pussy just watching as their belly swells with eggs rapidly as they start laying egg after egg, and the rest of their body morphs and grows fur, as their mind fills with "breed breed breed more eggs more eggs" and it just feels to good not to give in to the pleasure, and when the last egg of the batch falls out their all wererabbit now, and begging to be filed once more so they can get right to egg laying

Or someone with a cock getting pounced by a wererabbit and rode until every single last drop of their cum inside of the wererabbit, and they just watch as the wererabbit swells and swells, and starts laying eggs. The human feeling as their cock gets hard again, as the fur spreads, and they just drool watching their mate lay egg after egg, and by the time the wererabbit is done laying, the new wererabbit ready for another round, and probably a few more rounds after that~

[likeaballoon]

okay I love rapid magic body/blueberry inflation, but I’m also so obsessed with the idea of spherical inflation that happens over the course of a day or two…

like. it’s still happening fast enough that it’s undeniable and you still feel the instant stark differences— after all, it’s easy to remember starting this morning and walking around, when by the end of the day, you can barely touch the ground with both feet at the same time. but at 1 new pound every 30-60 seconds, it also happens slow enough that you’re forced to really feel each new size.

for an hour, all you can vaguely feel is your pants getting tighter, your thighs getting thicker, your gut getting firmer. It’s almost easy to write it off as severe bloating, but only for that first half hour. After that, you just have to listen to the litany of stressed thread as you shift and move carefully, afraid your body is going to somehow tear your clothes. but when your middle is three, four times as wide as your shoulders a few hours later, you feel every new inch as you walk around, or change positions in your chair. it happens slow enough for you to experience sitting down and trying to stand back up with a newly pear-shaped inflated body, but fast enough for it to be no easier to get back up when you try again than it was that first struggle. you can walk around and feel out every change in your body, noticing and appreciating just how massive you are now, without realizing that you’re still not done expanding. maybe you get stuck somewhere— in between the arms of a chair, in a tight corner of the house, in between two pieces of furniture. Your posture changes too, as your growing midsection starts to dominate your frame, until you can’t even rest your arms fully against your sides

you slowly lose your ability to walk, so you waddle, and when your stomach has grown to be so wide that it starts overtaking your thighs and upper arms, you can barely even do that. still, this happens slow enough that you’re stuck wondering if you should eat dinner or not. It’s been at least eight hours at this point, and if it doesn’t slow down soon, you won’t be able to walk to your kitchen later. You may even try to swallow some food, feeling how you now have to wrestle with your own swollen body to get your hand all the way to your mouth, when this morning, you were debating whether it would be embarrassing to have to unbutton your pants when your stomach was feeling a little bloated. Eventually, you strain and strain and strain, but you can’t get your hand all the way to your mouth.

and you can keep trying to waddle around, not fully realizing that you’re losing your ability to bend your knees more and more with every step until you suddenly find that your waddle has turned into more of a rocking motion. The first time your crotch and lower gut brush the floor as you stubbornly try to move around, you’re shocked. It doesn’t happen again for a little while, so you assume it was a random occurrence. But then it starts happening every other, then every time you shift your weight back and forth to move around, until it’s clear that your feet can barely touch the ground anymore. Still, it’s all happening slowly enough that you can still convince yourself you can get used to this, and that you don’t need anyone to help you waddle— or roll. Your double chin might be taking over your lower jaw and your collarbones, but you’re not immobile.

Eventually, of course, you’ll push off from one foot, and start rolling forward, only to not land on the other foot. Eventually you’ll have swollen up into a big sphere, your hands and feet totally helpless to do anything except flap around stubbornly. Even then, you’ll still try to use that to move yourself— you could walk not even a full day before this!— only to find that you’re still growing, your wrists and ankles and palms and backs of your fingers and toes expanding more and more, until you can barely move them at all.

I just love the idea of expanding rapidly, but slowly enough that you notice every single new pound/inch on your body

[makemewobble]

[slow-pokey-piggy]

Love the instant weight gain trope where someone is being stuffed near bursting point & just when they think they can’t handle anymore their belly descends a little bit & they feel some relief but then they feel the rest of their body swell out with fat uncontrollably & when they’re no longer full they get to do it all over again