This blog is new but the user is not!
Minors: Please go away! This blog is not for you!
I am taken AND not looking!
29 years old
Genderfluid
This blog is for all of my horniness to accumulate.
You have been warned!
Feel free to ask me any questions!
This blog is on hiatus until further notice.
Welcome to my blog!
I am taken AND not looking!
I debated adding a DNI but it should be done and done first:
DNI minors (please leave, you could be as mature as my grandparents but the law doesn't care. If you are not older than 18 then you could get me in trouble and I doubt that is your intention.)
DNI haters
On to the fun stuff:
This blog is a space for me to indulge/write about things that get me very horny.
This blog is a safe place for a lot of kinks and fetishes!
This blog is very LGBTQ+ friendly.
You may call me whatever you like, just don't be hateful.
I love changing my looks. If you want, you can give me something, anything, to transform into. If you give me a name for that look, I will remember it and save it to a list. This way you can always start or pickup an interaction where I’m not starting at default me. If you see a character on the list that you did not help create, you are absolutely welcome to interact with them as well!
List:
Empty for now
My asks are open! If you have a weird or niche kink, send it to my ask box. If it is considered taboo, send it to my ask box. If it is something I can get behind, I will write a story about it.
Also if you just want to submit things to my ask box and don't want me to post it, mention that in the "Ask." I will also say my DMs are open and I will do my best to respond but Real Life comes first.
Now, if you want me to write about anything in particular, see above. My writings are volunteer and free. Submit an ask and I will work at my own pace to produce something.
My top favorite things, in order, are:
Breast Expansion
Lactation
Transformations
All other expansions
Things I can get behind if the mood strikes me, in no particular order:
Inflations
Blueberry
BDSM
Basically everything else not listed in the below list.
Things I either don't like or you would have to pay me a very large sum of money to write:
Noncon
Scat
Watersports
Diapers
pedophilia
snuff
I DO NOT TAKE COMMISIONS:
Please go spend your money on other people who need it more than I do.
I post what I want when I feel like it. Yes, I could dedicate time to people who spend money on it BUT I'm lazy. Sending me money would be considered income and in the USA income must be reported to the IRS. I don't want to have to worry about the taxes of it. Too much work to calculate estimated payments and fill out the additional forms, then I'd have to look into tax write offs. Too much work!! I have a job, it pays me just enough to live without worrying about whether or not I will have a roof over my head and food to keep me going. I am lucky to have that and happy with where I am.
(Also amab if it matters, I will continue to act like I have whatever I want)
Sometimes you can just look at a person and focus on their lips. You start to think how nice they look. You can possibly even imagine how they would feel. The thought of kissing them surfaces and a warmth spreads through your body. Maybe you imagine their lips trailing down your jaw and lingering around your neck. Maybe they give a little nibble or leave plenty of hickies.
You might already be completely aroused by this point. However, consider their lips trailing over your collarbone. Their lips all over your chest. Their lips teasing every inch of your torso. If you were wearing something over your torso, not after the makeouts you had earlier. You wouldn’t want to impede the feeling of their lips trailing all over you.
I could go further but I want to leave the next part to your imagination.
It's fun to think that, while I'm presenting at work, some of the meeting participants could be thinking "I bet their mouth would work wonders while they are under my desk." Like, yes, yes it would. And I would much rather being giving oral stimulation then orally presenting whatever the fuck I'm talking about.
tragedy my tits are not twice as big heavy and round with milk, my poor nipples engorged and aching for anyone to touch them, sure they're dripping milk but I'd need someone to help properly pump it out of me
I love all those dumb flirty things you do with people when you haven’t fucked yet but you’re definitely going to. Like “let’s compare hand sizes!” but we’re both thinking about your fingers inside me. Making fun of me for being short and I know you’re thinking about how easy it would be to pin me down while you fuck me. All the times of calling each other cute but we really mean “I’m going to get off thinking about you later”. I love the anticipation of it all 🥰
Every time it's hot out and i complain about the summer sun and heat someone's always like "Well can't you wear something other than all black all day every single day" NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Best friend's older sister comes home from college and is completely shocked by the fact that, in the year she's been away, your boobs have grown to be enormous. She gropes you and kneads your chest, completely in awe that this pipsqueak she used to babysit is now the bombshell with tits twice as big as hers. She's completely obsessed! She makes you show her your bras, marvelling at the size and groaning when she sees the obvious signs that you're outgrowing the already huge bra. She makes you sit on her lap so she can look down over your shoulder and see what it's like, from a first person perspective, to have colossal tits. She even lifts one of them to her mouth, moaning around your nipple at the simple fact that you're big enough for her to suck on your tit from that position. She's completely obsessed!
It had certainly been quite the year. In what seemed like a second puberty after entering adulthood, I was in for the surprise of my life.
It had only been about three months after my best friend's sister went off to college when I first started to notice some changes. I had been pretty petite for a while, even through my first puberty much to my dismay. So when I started to notice my bras not fitting right as well as everything else feeling a bit more snug, I wrote it all off as if my clothes had shrunk in the dryer.
By month four and five, the growth was more undeniable. I had started to buy larger sized clothes as well as new bras for my modest sized chest. Honestly, bra shopping was perhaps the most enjoyable for me as I could finally fill out all of the cute bras I had been looking at for years.
After month seven, I started to notice that my growth wasn't slowing down. My ass had rounded out and given me some amazing thighs and really nice hips. However, my breasts were already spilling out of all the new bras I had bought, including the ones I bought a size or two larger in case I kept growing. It was frustrating since I had spent all that money and now nothing fit anymore. Shopping in regular stores had become difficult as half the time they didn't have any bras in my new size. Thankfully I found a couple that would hopefully work for a while.
Month eight followed similar to seven but I could tell the rest of my body stopped growing and rounding out. Which was fine by me as I didn't want to have to keep buying new pants and panties every couple weeks and I already had a stunning body. My breasts didn't listen like the rest of my body. I began looking into alternate plus sized stores for new bras as well as started looking into custom bras online.
Months nine and ten were filled with me staying home most days as I couldn't find any bras that would help support my growing tits. Well, I couldn't find anything that I thought was reasonably priced. So, it was easier to just not wear anything and stay home.
Month eleven and twelve I had finally splurged on some custom bras that felt way too expensive. However, they fit better than I could have imagined. I even ordered a couple in a couple sizes larger since I was afraid I was going to grow out of these as well. Although, now that I had bras that fit me, and a couple new shirts, I finally started to hang out with my best friend again. My best friend was surprised to see how much I've grown but was determined to not treat me any different.
It was about month thirteen when my best friend's sister came home from college. I was over at their place hanging out when she walked in the door. She glanced my way with a surprised glance. She looked like she was about to ask who my best friend's new friend was until she realized it was me. That realization left her in even more shock as she walked over to confirm it was me. We all ended up spending the rest of the day chatting about our past years and my best friend's sister seemed to be hanging on every word of my life.
I finally went home late at night after having a lot of fun chatting with both my best friend and their sister. The next morning I woke up and started to go about my day as usual. My largest bra already started to look snug as I threw on a shirt and shorts. I then heard a knock at my door as my best friend's sister decided to pay me a visit this morning.
She said she came over because she wanted to confirm she wasn't seeing things yesterday and that I was in fact not the same pipsqueak she used to know. As I see the desire in her eyes, I respond that I had grown a bit more than I thought I would. She mentions that she can see that. She then bites her lips and looks deep in thought before she finally asks if she could see my bra. I blush a little and respond by taking off my shirt to show off my tits in their current bra.
Upon seeing my shirt come off, my best friend's sister blushes. She then makes a comment about them seeming so unreal and yet her eyes told her they were indeed real. I could feel her eyes linger as they traced the edges of my bra and noticed that this one is not quite fitting right. She asks about the fit and I reply that it is feeling snug but it's the largest one I have right now. She asks if she could see the others I have and so I lead her to my bedroom.
I hadn't actually thrown out any of my bras but instead put them in a box. I pull out said box and open it up and pull out several bras. Her eyes go wide knowing that I had once fit these but that they definitely would no longer fit me now. She marvels at how large some of them are but yet still way too small to cover even half of my current size.
She takes a seat at the edge of my bed and asks me to sit in her lap so that she could get a first person view of my chest. I blush even harder but oblige and settle down on her thighs. She rests her head on my shoulder looking down. I could feel as her hands rested on my waist. I could feel the hesitation as she looked tempted to reach up and grab them.
Honestly, I was loving all of this. I've had a crush on her for the longest time so I was ecstatic that she was enjoying me as much as she was. Wanting to tease her a bit more, I grab her hands and move them upwards. It might have been my motion but the feel of her hands against my skin and then the lower side of my breasts over my bra was still fantastic. I guided her hands up to the center clasp and flicked it undone. My breasts spilled forth into her hands as my bra fell away.
As the bare flesh of my breasts fell into her hands, she couldn't hold back anymore. She started to squeeze and kneed them, which pushed my back into her own chest. A light moan escaped my lips as my hands reached down to try to brace myself against my bed. I could feel her hands explore every inch before she decided to pull one up. As my breast obscured half my vision I could feel as she guided one of my nipples to her lips. I shuddered as she started to kiss my nipple before sliding it into her mouth. A deeper moan escaped my lips as she began to suck.
I lost track of time as she continued to play with my breasts. Honestly, I didn't care how long we spent doing this. I was loving her touch and the feel of her lips against my skin and her tongue against my nipple. I ended up sliding one of my hands down my shorts to begin rubbing my clit which only caused me to moan louder. I could feel as I was slowly drenching my shorts and was certain that the leggings she was wearing were starting to get wet as well. She didn't seem to care though as she was completely lost in her obsession with my tits.
After what felt like several hours, she finally stopped and flopped back on my bed. Not having the support of her chest to keep me up I flopped back with her. She then proposes we have some more fun with my tits after a brief nap/break. I responded that she better let me eat her out as well then. She says it's a deal before wrapping her arms around me as we cuddle for the next hour.
I was reminded about long prehensile tongues today. I can’t decide if I want one to do things with or have a partner have one. Then remembered both could absolutely be an option!
So, I recently bought a push up bra that is a size too big for me. So I’m not yet filling it out let alone spilling out of it. However, I am going to wear it to work because it looks sexy regardless of it being too big. I will be matching it with wine red boy shorts. It’s not the same shade as the solid red my partial lace bra is but I still think they look good together.
I will then be pairing my underwear with solid white thigh highs with pink rings at the very top. Much to some dismay I will be throwing black skinny jeans over my bottom half and a t-shirt over my torso. Finally I will be adding a purple zip up hoodie and purple high top converse to complete the look.
I know it’s hot out right now but the hoodie helps hide my current sizes and it just looks really good on me.
Anyways, it’s Friday so I’m probably going to be fantasizing more than I should about what’s going to happen to my outfit!
There was a bimbo I used to like chatting with who would get so mercilessly turned in at the idea of exponentially increasing implant sizes. All I had to do was start counting up from 800cc, 1600cc, 3200cc, 6400cc, 12800cc and so on, to get her squirming and whimpering with greedy need. And then I'd start talking about how 12800ccs of cheap, sloshing saline would weigh more than 25lbs, so that's a total of over 53lbs of spherical bimbo tits strapped to her chest. And it was never enough for her.
I can say I'm not that turned on but it is still very hot to think about. Like still doing things and turning me on because fuck I bet that would feel fantastic...
On another note, I've been basing a lot of my calculations using inches and cubic inches, which is fantastic for some of us americans but requires translations for those who use the superior system of measurement. And speaking of implants, they are measured in cc or cubic centimeters.
So I think I might also start adding in the cc equivalent when I start talking about size. BUT, should I use the cc equivalent of weight or volume? It's a minor difference at smaller sizes but the larger one gets, the bigger the gap is.
