A Silly Goth Bimbo Bunny (NSFW) 33 @sleepytiggy - Tumblr Blog

gaytanicpanic

letsrvinparis

kicksagain

rendered that sketch from easter

eeagainblogdos

I do my daily affirmations. I am a good slut. I am a better dumb. I will serve my best today

buttercup-milkandhoney-deactiva

really want someone to interrupt me mid conversation by groping my tits, pinching my nipples, anything to shut off my brain and remind me that what i was saying wasn't that important, because after all, i'm just a pair of tits really <3

dummydependent

i'm a dumb girl and nothing i say matters more than being fun for Men to play with!

The plates clattered together as Ellen added a fourth one to the stack, only a little bit of grease left glistening on it. Demurely dabbing her napkin around her lips didn't have quite the same impact when followed by a loud belch that surprised even her. She hoped it would get the waiter's attention. She was already thinking about what to order next, trying to decide between the beef lettuce cups or the chicken skewers. The answer, so painfully obvious, made her chuckle to herself: why choose? Just get both!

As the four meals settled in her stomach, Ellen's clothes started to feel a little tight. She squirmed in her seat trying to get comfortable, but all that did was make the buttons on her top strain even further. She'd have to let one of them loose. She didn't need more room over her belly, though. Instead, the most relief came from undoing one of the buttons over her bust. Immediately, the pressure of her chest pushed her shirt open with enough force for her breasts to wobble as they recoiled. Her bra was starting to show, but it hardly mattered. They could barely contain her swollen bust anymore; the cups overflowed with soft flesh. Each deep breath she took in, trying to work through the fullness in her stomach, pushed her chest forward, but they didn't go all the way back after each exhale. Minute by minute, fueled by the feast that she shoveled into her mouth, her breasts were growing. She didn't know how it had started, only that she didn't want to end.

The ravenous grin that she gave the waiter when he finally came by to clear the plates made him hot under the collar. It only widened as she caught him glancing at her swollen tits and her deepening cleavage. As she spoke, she reached up and undid yet another button, exposing more of her breasts and demonstrating just how much they had grown since she sat down. As politely as she could, she ordered her next two plates. He stammered out his confirmation, blushing deeply, before losing his words altogether. The sight of her leaning forward, pressing her tits against the table was too much. She assured him that, if he kept the food coming at a good pace, he would really enjoy the tip she had in mind for him.