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comm for _omnis !!

#rubber creature

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eri faces

#plushmode #but like balloony

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“Now, now, sweet pet. I know you think you’re full, but you forget, you’re also full of Mistress’ Nanites. That means we can see every last detail in you, every cell and electrical impulse, and our sensors show that you can handle… two more pancakes before you’re properly full. And we can’t have a pet under our dutiful care going hungry. No, that would not do at all.

“Would you take another bite for Mistress?”

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“And another?”

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“Good pet. I’m so proud of you, finishing your meal like a happy healthy cuddlepet. Now go on and get cleaned up, you have a busy day of being adored and snuggled ahead of you!”

#okay listen

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Already big sizeshifters that grow even more when they kiss their partner 🤭🤭🤭🤭 already tiny sizeshifters that shrink even more when they kiss their partner 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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this may or may not be a fantasy writing exercise for me. please reblog

#golden bracelet 4u

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there's been so much fairy posting and now i'm signing up for the pixie hrt that'll shrink me to a foot tall, give me dragonfly wings, and cute lil pointed ears. i'm off to live with the flowers in a tree trunk.

#fairymode

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Frotting with someone much smaller than me... mildly concerned about how overwhelmed you look. Trying not to dominate every inch of space between us, but you're just so tiny....

Frotting with someone much bigger than me,,,, teasing me about how cute I look all twitchy and needy pressed against them,,,,, mmmhhggf

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A weird dairy allergy.

That's what you had been told it was, ever since you were a kid. But after you had moved out from your parents' protective care, you found out the truth.

Even so, when you checked into the restaurant, you still told them to mind what was given to you. Disinterested, and barely glancing at your modest double D cups, the host raised an eyebrow.

"You mean a lactose intolerance?" he asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"Anaphylaxis?"

You only wish it were. "No, not exactly..."

"Whatever." With a roll of his eyes, he started walking toward a table. "Follow me."

You sat where he directed. Glancing at the menu, you waited for your date to arrive.

Tinder was often as cesspool of terrible choices--for both men and women--but you'd really gotten lucky finding this guy on there.

Aside from being extremely attractive (though that never really hurt, did it?), he was in his second year of residency at a children's hospital. With the looks, brains, and money all that would have entailed, he still managed to be humble, and quite charming.

He even seemed really understanding about your dairy allergy when you had told him about it during one of your late night chats.

'Wow, you must feel so uncomfortable!' he had said, genuinely sounding apologetic.

Uncomfortable had been the gentle way of putting it.

After a few minutes of waiting, your date finally appeared. He chatted with the host for a few moments, pointing at the table you were sitting at. Their conversation seemed a little longer than usual, but when he finally arrived at your table, he explained.

"Just wanted to make sure he was aware of your allergy." He flashed a brilliant smile that made your heart melt. "But we're doing a tasting. A few small servings of everything in the restaurant!"

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

But after eating a few bites of one of the appetizers, you start to feel a familiar tightness on your chest. Your boobs didn't seem overly larger, so you thought it must have been imagined.

After a few more bites though, the tightness doesn't let up. Your bra starts to creek. With another furtive glance downward, you can see you were right.

There's a crease where the bra was trying to contain the breasts and where they were starting to spill out.

"Was there dairy in this?" you ask.

Your date shook his head. "Shouldn't be. Why?"

Why? Maybe you were being too critical of yourself; if he couldn't tell they had gone up half a cup size, maybe it wasn't worth mentioning.

So the next appetizer was brought out. It was savoury, melt in your mouth...

..and made your breasts swell another size. It was very clear now that whatever you had eaten had to have had at least some dairy in it. Your bra now fit like a tiny bikini, your hard nipples rubbing against its edge teasingly as you spilled out the front of your low cut dress.

"There's definitely dairy in this food," you tell your date urgently. "I'm reacting."

He tilted his head to the side, looking at your chest. "Maybe a little bit, but nothing too uncomfortable I wouldn't say."

It certainly didn't feel that way, but maybe he was right. Maybe you were too worried about the stares you'd get.

So you continued to eat.

After the next course, you realized he had to be playing polite. Your mammaries swelled, tightening the top of your dress until there was no more give. Not only were you spilling out the front, but out the sides now too. The straps that had once been full coverage now strained with the weight of your expanding bust. You weren't sure when it had happened, but your bra had torn; it was too much for it to handle.

You jumped to your feet suddenly, your breasts bouncing back and forth as your nipples poked through the fabric of your dress. Stomping over to the host station, you tried to ignore just how good it felt when your breasts were sloshing around from the movement.

"Excuse me!" You waved your hand to get his attention, sniffling a groan as you felt your chest get even tighter.

The host looked up with a bored expression on his face until he spotted just what his food had done to your body.

"U-U-Uhh..."

The man could barely choke out a word, and he definitely couldn't help but stare. It burned a heat between your legs.

"Was there any dairy in the food?" you asked desperately.

He took a solid few minutes to answer, and only did so after adjusting a chub in his pants.

"A-A little bit," he confessed. "I didn't think it would... would..." He trailed off, keeping his stare on your breasts. Clearing his throat he finally looked away. "Your boyfriend over there asked that I put some in."

That little asshole...

You stormed back over to him, a little miffed at the fact that you enjoyed how he watched every sway.

Before you could say anything, he apologized. "I'm so sorry. I guess I didn't believe that it was true, which was wrong--but I had to see for myself."

"Well, have you seen enough?" You gestured to your swelling chest.

"I'm sorry! But how, uhh... " He swallowed, as if biting back more lewd words than what he went with. "How big can they get?"

You did your best to cross your arms indignantly, but the feeling of your arm brushing against your hard nipple made you squeak.

"I dunno, I've never been this big before."

Or this sensitive...

Your breasts felt so heavy, so incredibly full, yet every little bump or sway filled you with pleasure.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on them. "I felt guilty for kind of... trapping you into this, I guess. So I booked out the restaurant entirely, if that's any consolation..."

A quick look around proved there really weren't any other guests in the restaurant. It was a small token of sweetness.

The guy really couldn't stop staring at your breasts, and for the first time, you didn't want him to stop.

"Well, I guess if there's no one else here..." You wave your hand to grab the attention of the waiter. "Let's see how big I get."

His pupils dilated for a moment. "Yeah?"

The waiter arrived.

"A glass of milk please."

He paused, looking between you , your breasts, back to you, then your date. "B-But--"

"Whole milk, if you have it."

He didn't take very long filling your request. You raised the glass of milk up in toast, waiting for your date to meet it with his own.

You gulped down the milk, each swallow loud. Before that moment, any dairy you had had been in tiny, small amounts.

Right away, you felt the familiar tightening in your chest. The sound of ripping fabric told you your dress hadn't made it. As soon as the fabric gave way, your breasts burst forth like water breaking through a dam. They swayed from the sudden freedom, leaving you with that arousing sloshing sensation again...

They had never felt so full before! But full of what, exactly?

It wasn't long before your expanding mammaries forced your nipples against the edge of the table.

You let out a whimper.

"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?"

So full, so full... How did your swelling masses make you feel so uncomfortable, yet so... aroused?

Whether it was to genuinely help, or so he could get a better look, your date move the table, giving you more room.

Finally, the tightness died down, and the swelling stopped. Your breasts filled up your lap, blocking your stomach completely as the heavy mounds rested on the tops of your thighs. Your puffy nipples stuck out, just aching.

In fact, your breasts in general were in need of something.

You look back to your date, wondering if the growth had been too much. But to your pleasant surprise, he was drooling over them. The thought of his saliva dripping off your engorged teets... were your panties always this wet?

He reached a hand out to touch. His fingertips gently grazed the skin near your nipple, and your breasts throbbed with need.

He took them both in his hands, gently kneading them in his fingers. But every movement hit against a gland, making you let out a soft moan.

Two pearl-like beads appeared at the tips of your nipples.

"Is that...?"

You really did feel full...

He squeezed your breasts gently, no doubt testing his suspicions.

Two streams of milk burst forth from your mammaries, spattering across the floor, the table, and his face as you let out a cry of pleasure.

Before you could even let out the demand that was on your lips, you felt your date's hot mouth on your breast. He sucked gently at first, then a hard suck that flooded his mouth with so much milk, it started dribbling down his chin.

He kept going though, suckling on the one breast while pulling the other nipple in an all too familiar fashion. He directed the spray into his empty cup of water, all while latched and guzzling from the other breast. You could hear each hungry gulp from him, which only made your panties even wetter. I rubbed my pelvis back and forth against the fabric.

He let go with his mouth momentarily, his gaze a little unfocused, like he was milk drunk. "Can't even imagine... what it's going to be like when I get you pregnant..."

And with a loud moan of pleasure from you, he latched on to the other breast, feasting greedily on your massive mommy milkers.

The feeling was pure ecstasy...

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🐮

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Being an advanced sex bot for your girlfriend.

Ass, hip, thighs, and even belly come with inflatable sacs that can be adjusted to suit preferences.

Servos in your spine and legs allow for adjustment of height up to 40cm in either direction.

A port in the base of your skull allows her to download mods for you, teaching you anything from cunnilingus or massage techniques to personality and voice filters like DommyMommy2.3 or Hucow3.0.1 so you can fit her every fantasy.

Your skin is a special kind of polymer that can change texture depending on the flow of electricity, allowing your girlfriend to change you from skin-like to latex even to soft and lightly fuzzy.

Fully customizable and fully capable of learning how to give her exactly what she wants.

Getting cozy on the couch while she flips through the manual and pairs the companion app on her phone.

Getting teased as she tries out the new "functionality."

Sending her links to new training modules you think she'd like.

Slowly erasing the line between "you" and "your chassis" as you get more comfortable with your new self.

#thanks for the ask! #aspirational #synth

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Cyborg girl who is mostly interchangeable / inflatable parts. She lets her dates futz around and play with her body to their liking.

#girltypology #synth

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hold on, stuffing + liquid can work, you just gotta change the material a little bit

beads are stuffing, too!

Ouh wait idea. Mix things together some.

Fill a plushie with stuffing and helium? Soft and floaty! Gas compresses well too so you could really squish that tummy so good, very burpy!

Fill a balloon with helium and a liquid? Very bubbly, and it weighs them down so you can use them like a water bed! Plus imagine how it'd feel to be inside there......

Stuffing+liquid wouldn't go well together though. That's the fuckin milk plushie that you slam against the wall and it makes a wet thud sound.

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"Wow, they weren't kidding about the heft..." she murmured to herself, her voice resonating oddly in her audio receptors - deep and resonant. Every sensation was bizarre: An unfamiliar combination of weight, responsiveness of the synthetic skin, and an unusually calibrated sense of proprioception.

The lab was silent, aside from the steady whrrr of the HVAC. She took a few steps, each sending ripples through her frame. Sensations, engineered to mimic human pleasure, registered - remarkably intense.

"Feels... good," she admitted, bewildered by the intensity of the tactile feedback involved with simply existing in motion. This body was of course designed for allure and sensation (of both hers and of others), and the start contrast to her typical utilitarian frames.

She paced the lab, contemplating the possibilities. Every movement fluid, and punctuated with a pleasant wave of motion. Obscene momentum. Empowering in a way she didn't expect. She had expected her physical strength to exceed typical frames, but even the industrial loaders she had briefly had shifts in couldn't match her new power. Nothing could, she supposed, compare to a perfectly overdeveloped, hypervoluptuous form.

She caught herself in a mirror, analyzing her reflection. Oh sure, the frame was certainly designed for the pleasure of others, but now it was a vessel for her own exploration. Taboo? Maybe, frames designed for "adult entertainment" (either of simply visual or more tactile kind) would always carry a bit of a stigma... She waved such thoughts away with a wag of her tail, sinking into sensation generated by a mere sway of her hips

Her disorientation began to fade as her sense of balance continued to calibrate. Soft, yielding synth skin, reacting to her movements. Fluid, shifting, pendulous. Unnervingly organic. Not a mere machine, but an experience: A lesson in both physics and biology.

Outside, the city buzzed along.

Inside the sanctuary of her apartment, she danced. She still had time before her friends arrived.

#“i'd wanna be a porn bot if that didnt mean something entirely unsexy in the context of this webbed site” #yeah #synth

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Getting grown so big that your girlfriend can rock her hips against your nipples and ride them like sex toys.

Getting shrunk so small that your girlfriend can eat you out by sticking the lower half of your body into her mouth.

Getting turned into a cute little fairy, enjoying the fact that you can fly until your tits grow too big and heavy for your shrunken body to lift off the ground.

Getting to feel the spandex spread over your skin, turning you into an inflatable toy from the neck down, the air hose sunk into your bellybutton and being forced to watch as your body inflates beneath you.

Yes, yes please.

To be a landscape of a pillow

To ride way too much tongue

To flit and flitter and come tumbling down until I can find a friend to share my burden

Or to puff up and maybe even float away

#lovely thoughts #thank you anon!

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okay @puppybuggirlthighs but you can't just leave this in the tags it's perfect

next time i come up with some cunty outfit for july i should give her booty shorts with nutritional information on them

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you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

#:3

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Contains Tailmaw + Vore, Tongue/Tongue Sucking, Hypnosis, Breast Expansion, Plushsuit

some quick little sketches i made I would've made more but pet ran outta steam >~<

#yes hi hello #cozycore