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Coloured an old animation, but with a blueberry twist! There’s a less juicy version.

Support my animation work on Patreon!

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Bluhburry Taylor for songofswelling AYO

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another twitter commission

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CW: nbpreg / (t)mpreg Exhausted Link after training, sporting an overdue belly. Commission for @notsafeforbak! Find hundreds of more pics uncensored on my 🟠 Patre0n! Commission/Livestream Info 💰📺 here.

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how about a pair of bellys 🥺🤏

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ur saving urself for jesus

im saving myself to be the seedbed of unspeakable horrors

we r not the same

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Sera’s enjoying some time alone with her balloons and pump! >:3c This animation took much longer than I thought it would be and I was hoping to post it on my birthday but that didn’t happen (weh) so here it is finally! I’m still a bit rusty on animating so apologies for the roughness. I want to thank Zabuzabotz, Kaiser-Kiryu, and Ko-Cloverava for helping out with this animation and for the Core subscription to be able post this video (my core ran out)! ; 3;7

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The No Nut Nate finale is live~! You can see all parts to it over on Patreon for free~!

I’d like to thank everyone for participating, and I hope to do another drive like this again in the future~!!

#inflation #expansion #no nut november #no nut november drive #bursting #my art

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Barry, why have ONE significant other when you can have TWO?

fun fact: The flower buds in his hair bloom when he experiences extreme joy, happiness, or pleasure :)

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There’s a lot of interest in c*m backup into the belly, but…

What about milk backup from the t*tties?

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SILF (Snake I’d Like To Fvck)

#my art

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ok here’s a better thing for @snow-chanda

wasn’t satisfied with the prevoius bit of fanart since… the characters had very little interaction >3>

this one, however, has a lot of interaction- o3o

specifically blueberry slime cumflation.

(oh btw this char’s name is Sera, and is indeed property of Snow.)

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A set of commissions for the clients:

Catlover734

@roboticpumpkin

Thegodskillus

Merricus17

@boom-goes-the-bitch

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An art trade with @cleverfoxman.

Prisoners are forced into playing a game show to win their freedom. However, they are force to ingest a balloon pellet!

Should they get a wrong answer they swell up bigger and bigger. Enough wrong points and POP. ; O ;

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Suki caught Max enjoying himself becoming a balloon. >:yc Still trying to break out of this art strut (ugh). = n =

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A little something I worked on. Haven’t done audio in a long time. = < =

Originally I was gonna turn this into an animation but Flash hasn’t been cooperating with me. I did find an alternative using Clip studio but it will be some time before I finish it.

Anyway, here’s Sakura from Street Fighter getting jumped by a mysterious slime as it forces its way into her, filling her up to the brim! O:

Enjoy! :D

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Due, Part 3

Summary: Fred hooks up with the neighborhood sociopath. Contains: Mpreg/belly expansion, male breast expansion, male butt expansion.

Previous Chapter

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The routine continued over the next few days, Fred being forced to stuff himself to capacity during breakfast, lunch, and dinner as Derek observed. And Fred could feel himself growing. He would be constantly overheated, body soaked in sweat. A week had passed since his abduction, and he was officially a whole month overdue with triplets. He could feel the babies squirm fretfully inside him. They were getting bigger and bigger, and Fred didn’t know how much longer this could go on. He could see the difference. The clothes that he had been wearing when Derek had taken him were now skin tight, and barely fitting. By then, his belly resembled an overfilled beach ball. That day, said beach ball was bouncing against the mattress beneath Fred as Derek rode him from behind. “How many do you have stuffed in there?” Derek murmured in his ear. Fred was panting. “Three,” he managed, though Derek already knew this. “Three babies.” Fred’s own erect member jabbed against the underside of his belly, and he hated himself at that moment. Derek grunted. “And how…far along are you?” he asked breathily. “A…month…overdue,” Fred grunted back. Derek came, Fred groaning in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as his stomach was filled more than it already was. His own dick released, spurting cum against the underside of his belly. And Derek was still at it, Fred’s face reddening and reddening as he was filled more. It felt almost like Derek was trying to get him even more pregnant. When it was over, both sunk backwards, Fred’s heavy body perching against Derek’s lap as he weakly groaned and the babies squirmed. Derek took to massaging his taut flesh, rubbing his hands up and down it, marveling at the size. After a while, he pulled away, detaching himself from Fred, and leaving the younger boy to hold himself upright. Fred fell into panting, his body cool from Derek’s absence. But as expected, Derek returned shortly, placing a large glass in Fred’s hand. Fred looked down at the milkshake. He knew what he had to do. Closing his mouth around the straw, he forced it down as Derek returned to stroking his belly. Derek’s hands rose to play with the bloated mounds on Fred’s chest, causing Fred to shiver. When Fred finished the shake, he covered a belch. His belly trembled, causing him to grunt in discomfort. He felt Derek harden again. But rather than indulging, Derek climbed off the bed. “Here.” He tossed something into Fred’s lap. Fred looked down at the strapless bra he had been given. “Put it on,” said Derek. Fred stared at it momentarily, before pulling it on. Derek watched as he struggled into the strapless C-cups. The confinement was unpleasant on Fred’s sore mounds. His breast-flesh bulged over the top of the cups, and just seemed to make Derek more aroused. “Your body is responding well to the treatment,” said Derek, as he observed. Fred found the term “well,” to be subjective. It implied something good. “Treatment” was also quite subjective given the circumstances. It implied something consensual and productive was transpiring. But Fred knew better than to voice these thoughts. He tiredly nodded as he cradled what he could of his belly. The babies had stopped kicking much lately. He worried they were constricted in there. They had put on a lot of weight, and fast. Now they mostly squirmed. He just hoped they weren’t as uncomfortable as he was. “Get ready for lunch,” said Derek. He walked off. - komperaklause.deviantart.com - Fred took a few moments to catch his breath, but he knew he didn’t have long before Derek came back to get him. He pulled on a t-shirt that stretched over his fecund mound, and a pair of sweatpants that were pushed down low on his waist by his belly. With that, Fred waddled out of bedroom, one hand clutching the underside of his belly as the other one held his tense back. If there was any consolation in this, it was that he was never alone. “It’s okay, we’ll be okay,” he muttered quietly to his mass, stopping once he reached the entrance of the dining room. The doorframe seemed to be getting narrower every day. Carefully navigating his belly through, Fred proceeded to the table and eased himself into his chair. Derek was already there, waiting for him. Fred surveyed the table. The meal was expansive, like all the others. His first course consisted of a mountain of food that made him sweat just looking at it. “I don’t think I can take much more,” said Fred weakly. He rubbed his mound, he cheeks reddening as it trembled again. “Derek, the babies –  they’re getting so big.” Derek stood from his seat and approached. “Please Derek, take me to the hospital. It’s time for us to meet them,” said Fred, forcing a smile in feeble hopes of getting through to the other teen. Derek lifted a large spoon of buttery mashed potatoes and presented it to Fred’s lips. Fred shook head. “Don’t make me.” Fred tensed as Derek touched his belly, Derek’s fingers crawling along it. Fred trembled. “Please.” Derek’s fingers continued to crawl along him, until they reached his breasts, which they groped and squeezed. As Fred gasped, the heaping spoon was stuffed into his mouth, and he had to swallow just not to choke. Afterward, Fred tried to clamp his lips closed. “Don’t piss me off, Fred,” said Derek. “I can’t…I can’t grow anymore.” But Derek was now handling Fred’s tender breasts rather roughly, squeezing the overly bloated flesh, and leaving Fred grunting in pain. Another spoon and shoved in his mouth. “Stop.” And another. “Mmpphh.” Derek flicked Fred’s nipple, sending pain and pleasure radiating through both breasts, causing Fred to yelp. He was fed several more spoons. “Just do what you’re told,” said Derek. Fred helplessly nodded. He weakly accepted the spoon into his own hand, and dutifully placed the next heaping portion into his mouth. “And try to enjoy the process, won’t you?” Fred could do little more than nod. He could taste the animal fatteners – the bitter after taste that accompanied each bite. His stomach gurgled. Derek took to rubbing large circles upon his belly, almost soothingly, but Fred knew better. Derek’s hand slid down to Fred’s considerable erection, causing Fred to redden. Derek began to stroke it, and Fred could do little more than whimper as he tried to continue to eat. Every day, his portions seemed to be steadily increasing. And it was a daily struggle to get it all down. After an hour of the eating, fondling, and struggling, Fred was finally done. He held his mouth, consumed by nausea. “You know the consequences of throwing up,” Derek warned. Fred did. It had happened three days into his captivity there. Derek had forced him to eat an additional meal as punishment, and Fred had been in so much pain, he’d thought he’d burst. Fred lowered his hand from his mouth, and tried to breathe, tried to think of anything else but being sick. Derek disappeared into the kitchen. When Derek returned, he had a milkshake in hand. The shakes were always massive. They had to be at least a liter. He placed it in front of Fred. Allowing himself to hesitate only briefly, Fred closed his lips around the straw. After it was over, Fred went to his room and tried to relax. He sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard, gently holding the tight, pressurized mass of his stomach. It was so big. It was wider than he was. Fred looked up as Derek entered the room. Derek sat beside him on the bed, before reaching over, and pulling up his shirt, if just to appreciate the sight of his massive belly. Derek pulled the shirt higher, and surveyed Fred’s breasts – how they were bulging more heavily than ever from the bra, just short of popping out. “They’re moving along nicely,” said Derek lecherously. “How big do you think they are by now?” Fred breathed. “Maybe Ds?” he said weakly. He had to play along. It was the only way to stay safe. Derek reached round him, and unclasped the bra, leaving Fred’s breasts to perch on his belly. They were so round, and full, too perfect to look natural. Derek leaned down, and Fred groaned as Derek took to sucking his right nipple. Fred’s back arched, his dick shooting up, his face reddening, and body twisting. Derek sucked and sucked, seconds turning to minutes as he abused Fred’s right breast, before Derek pulled back and took to sucking the left one. When it was over, Derek pulled back to again admire the mounds, and Fred just gasped for breath. Both Fred’s nipples were now swollen and dark, breasts wobbling as his chest heaved. The mounds looked rounder and fuller than ever. “Derek I…oh god, I…” Fred sunk against the headboard, passing out. Days passed. Derek provided Fred with a variety of large, low cut shirts, from which his cleavage seemed to bulge out of more and more each day. They had gotten so swollen, they had to be Es or something by then, his nipples always hard, and protruding almost painfully. He could feel Derek staring at them a lot. But Fred was more concerned as his belly began to stick out at the bottom of the shirts despite how much he tugged them down. His belly was positively massive, and heavy. Fred was scared for the triplets. And scared for himself. It was outlandish that he’d even been able to get this far along. Most multiple pregnancies didn’t reach term, but he was over a month overdue. When not eating, Fred spent a lot of time trying to take it easy, and stay calm. The better things would be for the babies. Derek walked into his room one day. “You’ve been freeloading here long enough. I need you to clean the kitchen.” Fred stared at him in shock. “You’re holding me here against my will. I’m nearly five weeks overdue with your babies. And you’ve been pumping them with so much fat, I can barely even carry them anymore.” He grunted as his belly trembled and rubbed it soothingly “Get up,” said Derek flatly. He tossed him a piece of fabric. “Take off your shirt and put this on.” Fred knew he had no choice but to listen. It took him a moment to climb into an upright position. He examined the fabric he had been tossed – it was an apron. Fred stared at it for a moment, his face reddening in anger. Just another demented perversion. He pulled off his shirt and pulled the apron on, his breasts bulging against the top and nipples close to visible. Now just in the apron and basketball shorts he had been wearing, Fred took another few moments to get up to his feet. Panting, he followed Derek into the kitchen, and was stunned by what a mess it had become. The sink was piled with dishes, the floor and counter covered in spills. “You have got to be kidding,” said Fred. “Get to work,” Derek ordered. Fred started with the sink. He could barely reach into it, with his massive belly pressing against it, but he just managed. He loaded the dishwasher with difficulty leaning down then up again, his belly heaving and back straining to support it. Fred moved on to wiping the counters, the mass of his belly again giving him difficulties. He was breathless by then, and was nowhere near diligent, but didn’t care. His body was trembling, forehead pouring sweat. The babies were tight and squirming within him, and he wasn’t sure he could support them much longer. Fred did a haphazard mop job, Derek observing him all the while. Fred huffed and puffed, his belly feeling as though it was pulsating. Derek stood by all the while, watching him intently. He even went as far as plucking his dick out of his pants to stroke himself. When Fred was finished, he shoved the mop into Derek’s chest. He barely made it to the living room, where he collapsed in a chair.

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