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Girls Expanding
Hello! Male 23 that enjoys all kinds of expansions/inflations and even many kinds of transformations. if I reblog something I probably enjoy it.
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This is the kind of ambiguity one runs into at The Zone. This is the kind of ambiguity that can get you into trouble.
At first glance, she appears to be telling you that she’d like to orally please you. Such a nice girl.
On the other hand, the more cautious man realizes that, taken chronologically, she might be very well telling you that you are about to orally please her, and that she is a trans-futa, meaning she has a penis and she’s not afraid to use it.
So a possible blowjob from a pretty asian girl? Or finding yourself on your knees taking the girl’s cock in your mouth?
This is the kind of risk one runs into at The Zone.
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Roanyer released the first commercial inflatable Z cup breast forms and they’re 40% off but still like $500…
Pain… I NEED THEM…
I will save up, and eventually you will gaze upon hyper breasts made real!
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When she coaxed you into cumming in her unprotected and now her growing body is even better at coaxing you into cumming for her even more.
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It was our breasts at first. When you moved in with us and mom it started soon after. My three younger sisters were always small chested where I was comfortably in the middle. Their breasts in a matter of a month went from humble A or B cups to heavy and full D and DD cups. And mine went from a C to F in that time.
During this time you made yourself familiar to us, those late night visits, which were deeply welcomed and mom never cared, you bought her nice things and let her party. I don’t know what you were giving us, but we loved the chance, our breasts weren’t just large but perfectly full and heavy, and still growing! But soon our hips were getting wider and our thighs thicker, and quickly with our bellies rounder.
You smiled as we rounded out with your young, mom didn’t even care, nor mind that your attention was solely on us. Another paid vacation for her and her many boyfriends kept her happy. only a few months in we were filled to bursting it looked. Movement was difficult and we were at your mercy as our hormones raged and our bodies left us unable to do much but grow your babies.
And our bellies grew and grew with each month, and our breasts massive and engorged with milk. Our school keeping quiet as most the male staff, enjoyed our fertile and eager bodies. You always telling us how much you loved us and made sure our needs were met as our bellies grew more and more gravid with your young.
You were impressed when we reached the 40 week mark, we couldn’t really get out of our beds, our bellies made it almost impossible to walk. But your bothers came and helped; with everything. Hands always on us, pleasing us, taking care of us. A few more weeks pass and you are excited to see your children still growing in us and refusing to leave. You wonder how big we can get; how many are packed into our young wombs.
Finally two more months pass, and all our waters break over the next few days. All of us in labor for days, contractions that made us brain dead with lust, why was this so euphoric? Your brothers and you fucking us without stop as our bodies tried to push out these babies.
Sometimes you joke they are stuck and we like it, but eventually they start to crown. It’s a blur of heated sex, euphoric pain and pushing, how long we are like that we have no idea. But when it’s done, you smile and say, it was a perfect test run; time to do it again with more. Before you and your brothers begin to fill us again.
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You’re running a stream and you have the camera focused on me who is sitting in front of it on a massive bed, in nothing but a cute little pink thong. You say on stream for every dollar donated a baby will appear in my womb. At first everyone calls bullshit, and a lot leave.
However, someone finally donates a dollar and my belly swells in only mere minutes. I look ready to pop with a nice large baby. I groaned as my belly swelled so quickly I can feel the young moving about in me. But the proof this wasn’t a pathetic hoax made people start donating like wild fire.
I yelped and whimpered as my belly surged forward from the donations pouring in. My middle swelling rapidly as more and more young fill my womb. Then people get curious and start donating larger amounts and my belly grows to meet these offerings. I’m a mewling mess as my gargantuan belly takes up most the bed.
You quickly turn off donations, telling the chat we need to adjust, and with help you get me onto the floor and in a more open space as I rest on my massive belly moaning and groaning from the pressure of having so many babies in me. You move the cameras as well and when done walk over to me and play with my humble breasts cooing it’s time for these to catch up. Now all donations will make my breasts grow and fill with milk. As soon as you turn on donations again my breasts begin to surge is size.
I can feel my breasts fill with milk as they grow. You squeeze the soft flesh and tease my nipples grinning as milk leaks from them. It was quick but now my breasts were touch the floor and still swelling. You once again stop donations and rub my huge belly, feeling the cramped young inside me wiggle about. You ask the chat if they think I can fit more in. The chat floods with “yes!” and you open the donations once again and my belly starts growing again.
I cry and groan as my belly swells with such speed, my feet quickly leaving the ground. I feel like I’m going to pop I can’t possibly hold more, but my belly keeps swelling and swelling and the pressure is killing me. Once again donations are stopped and you marvel at my titanic size. You tell everyone it’s time for the best part before moving the camera behind me. You slide my thong off and let everyone see my swollen, wet, pregnant pussy.
You say once 20k is donated I will go into labor. And the goal is reached in mintues. I feel my water break and this insane pressure as all those babies in my womb try to be the first one out. I cry out as I push and my belly trembles with each contraction. Days upon days of me pushing endlessly, and when my feet feel the floor again you let people donate to fill me back up, even though I’m still in labor.
You keep this up for so long I don’t even know. All I can do is push and cum, over and over.
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Imagine
You’re hanging out with your friends and it starts to get late. One of them decides to make some dinner. It tastes so good that you go to get seconds. You don’t even notice the way your tits are starting to spill out of your bra. The taste is almost addictive, you get thirds. Your bra strap breaks. You finally notice how much your tits have grown. They’re so jiggly and full. Your brain can only think of how good it feels. One of your friends starts groping your tits. You feel your nipples start leaking. You tell them to stop but it just feels so good you can’t help but start mooing. One of your friends gropes your ass, you realize how much that’s grown too. Your friend takes off your shirt and broken bra. Your pretty puffy nipples leaking so much milk that one of your friends can’t help but have a taste. Your a mooing mess, sitting on your friends couch while your whole friend group calls you a “dumb cow” and tells you how good your milk tastes. And you can’t even do anything about it. It just feels so good to get milked. Your pussy doesn’t need any stimulation for you to cum. By the time your friends are done with you, you’re still mooing. They decide to keep you as a dumb little cow to fuck and milk daily. And all you can do is,
Mooo~
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Have you heard there is a virus going around that cause women to swell up like they are pregnant but they just keep getting bigger they say having the afflicted person drink cum can make their bellies shrink but it comes back eventually twice as strong I heard have you gotten it?
Yeah I came down with it 🥺 it just keeps coming back and I know I shouldn't keep drinking cum as it doesn't seem to be the cure but I just can't stop either.
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You walk into my cute and spacious room and are greeted by my massive, gravid middle and two maids milking my equally huge breasts. The sounds of my soft moans fill the air, mixed with content purrs as pressure in my engorged breasts is relieved.
I am your first neko girl, and you thought I was still too young to go into heat, but I did and your friend’s big stud plowed me good. You’re even more amazed for my first litter I’m already having ten kittens. Ten big fat kittens growing in my fertile womb.
You walk over and rub the side of my belly, hearing my moans get a little more needy. So you gesture for the maids to leave. Once they are out of the room your trail your hand over my pregnant curves finally stopping at one of my large swollen nipples and ghost your tongue over it. Milk instantly leaking from it, and a needy whimper escapes me. You smile and tease my nipple, listening to me whimper and moan, licking up the milk as your hand rubs my belly.
“Look at you,” you coo pulling away and looking me in the eyes, your hand still on my belly, “So fertile and needy. I heard you cat girls can carry multiple litters at once. If I had known you were going to go into heat I would have had several studs fuck you in front of all my friends. Get you so full of kittens you could burst. I think I will do that next time.”
A soft cry escapes me as I feel my swollen pregnant pussy ache in pleasure from the idea.
“Like that? Being my prize breeder? I’m going to make so much money off you.” you muse stroking my cheek.
After some gentle and sweet kisses you move back to my belly, kissing and rubbing it; feeling my fat kittens try to move in my tight womb. I still had six months to go and I was bound to my bed because my belly was already so big. Your maids having to ease the pain in my pussy from being to needy. But you tried to see to that personally; like now.
Your hand slipped under my belly and to my wet needy slit. You tease it, getting more cries and pleading from me before your slip your fingers in, slowly fucking my tight pregnant pussy. It’s so tight you now labor is going to be hard and exciting. watching my small body push these huge kittens out. Then it hit you, why not prep me for next time by making these ten as big as you can. As you finger fuck me you make note to make sure I eat more so the kittens are as big as possible. You want me to struggle to get them out. Make a nice show for you and your friends.
You never want me not pregnant again.
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When you ask me to display my baby filled belly to you, so you can see how big your young are getting.
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We All Moo For Ice Cream
It all started in the supermarket. Clara wheeled her trolley steadily through the endless aisles in her regular search for groceries. When she got to the frozen section, she recalled the recent hot and sweaty summer nights which had left her exasperated and drained. Here, she saw something both delicious and which could potentially provide a respite from the unbearable temperatures – ice cream. She eyed the various flavours and brands for a while, but one particular brand stuck out to her. The horny cow. Each tub had a picture of a cartoon cow with exaggerated horns and a visibly excited expression. They also featured rather odd flavour names, possibly copying the more popular Ben and Jerry’s practice of odd flavour names, but these were just even more confusing. ‘Big and Milky’, ‘Cow Feed’, ‘Soft and Serve’…what on earth were these crazy flavours?
However, all of Clara’s doubts were assuaged by the one all important factor, price. There was some kind of sale on horny cow ice cream and she could get 3 large tubs for the price of 1. Plus the price of a single tub was already stunningly cheap relative to the other brands. It may be some inferior knock off, but with this deal she had to at least give it a try! Clara decided to purchase one of each sort, since she had the 3 for 1 deal on her side, and chucked them into her trolley with a shrug. She would certainly be well stocked on ice cream for these hot summer days to come!
It was later that day when she actually tried the product. After shopping and some cleaning up she decided she had earned a rest and put on a classic old movie. Something she had seen many times before but it didn’t matter in the slightest. And what better reward to go with her film than some ice cream? She was only in a pair of shorts and a thin white t-shirt but she was still overheating and something cold and creamy was exactly what she needed.
She settled in on the couch and began watching as she opened up the tub. She still didn’t know what the flavours meant, so she picked one at random. Soft and Serve. It seemed the most normal sounding, and as she popped off the lid she could see the familiar light yellowish tint of a typical vanilla soft serve. Her spoon slid easily into the fluffy frozen treat and she brought it up to her lips with mild trepidation.
Moment of truth, it was cheap but was it bad? No! As she felt the soft cream melt into her tongue a charming burst of vanilla spread across her mouth and she gave a pleasant sigh as she swallowed happily. It was fantastic!
She gobbled down scoop after scoop as she watched her movie. Despite vanilla typically being a ‘boring’ flavour, this was anything but. It had the perfect balance of rich creaminess and sweet vanilla essence and she hungrily swallowed it down. She was eating it so fast that she experienced something that hadn’t happened since she was a child. Brain freeze.
As she shoveled spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth eagerly, she started to feel a cool tingle spread through her mouth and shoot through her teeth and up her face until it hit her head. She honestly couldn’t remember quite what brain freeze felt like, but this was surely it. Her whole head felt cool and her mind seemed to stop. She lost all focus on her movie for a while as she struggled to overcome the odd sensation. The icy chill which gripped her mind.
It wasn’t as bad as she recalled. Sort of relaxing even, but she wanted to concentrate on the film and so she tried to push past it. Yet, even as she felt her mind freeze up, she continued to hoist massive spoonfuls of ice cream to her lips and swallow them down without regard to the consequences. It was like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore. Her head was cool and numb and her thoughts slowed and all she could think about was the creamy and delicious ice cream which kept melting on her tongue.
As this went on, her whole body seemed to cool and relax as well. She felt oddly weak, sinking deeper into the couch and even the spoon felt heavier as she continued to scoop and swallow. Getting down to the bottom of the tub now, and the name of this flavour kept dancing through her frozen head now. Soft and Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft…Serve…
By the time she had finished, she was completely lost as to where she was in the movie. She had also eaten quite a bit of ice cream, though she didn’t feel particularly full. Maybe because she had eaten it so quickly, or perhaps this was lower in calories? Whatever the case, her mind started to thaw and now she could go back to focusing on the movie.
But as she slowly regained her senses, she glanced at the now empty tub in her lap and read some text on the side.
‘Soft and Serve. Feel your strength and cares melt out of your body as this smooth and intense vanilla sensation makes you docile and subservient. When you finish this tub, make sure to try more of our fantastic flavours!’ it said.
Clara wrinkled her brow for a moment. Sort of an odd description…docile and subservient…though she certainly did seem to feel that way. Soft and weak and willing. Just waiting here to be told what to do. And of course, that order was right there in front of her. She would try more of the flavours. Yes, of course!
Almost in a trance, her mind not quite unfrozen, Clara wandered to the kitchen and grabbed another tub at random. Then she marched mindlessly back to the living room and slumped into the sofa to stare forward as if watching the film, though her mind was still too sluggish and relaxed to actually follow the plot. She simply watched the colours shift and flicker across the screen as she opened this tub and dug in.
This flavour was Big and Milky and it was a pure white colour. When the first spoon hit her tongue, she recognized the flavour and smiled. Coconut! Big and Milky, it made sense now. She giggled softly as she swallowed it down.
Just like the last tub, it tasted amazing! It was light and creamy and made her shiver with joy. She liked it even more than the last, and wasted no time in stuffing her face with it. Her spoon shaved delicate white peels of ice cream much like pieces of coconut and she eagerly scooped them into her mouth and felt waves of delight with each mouthful.
Once more, her mind froze over and all thoughts became encased in a wall of ice as she fell into a loop of scooping and swallowing. Her movements grew more sluggish and robotic, but she continued nonetheless, gobbling it down greedily.
Meanwhile, Clara had not yet noticed a rather peculiar change that was happening. It was gradual enough to be nearly imperceptible, but as the minutes rolled on the effects became more and more undeniable. Her breasts were swelling.
They started at a reasonable C cup, but by the time the dazed and delirious Clara noticed something was odd they had gained a whole cup size. Her breasts felt heavier, and they tingled slightly. She groaned around another spoon of addictive coconut cream as she forced her cold and useless brain to figure out what was happening.
She had lazily eaten several more spoonfuls before she finally realized that her breasts had actually grown. Once it dawned on her, it seemed so obvious. They were pushing up against her previously loose t-shirt more and more as she felt them continue to swell. She was sort of glad she hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.
At the same time as the soft breast tissue was swelling and her chest ballooned, the tingling got stronger. She moaned softly between mouthfuls of ice cream as she felt them becoming more sensitive and tender. Her nipples even stiffened and swelled like her breasts, until they were poking boldly through her top, making her swollen chest much more obscene.
At this point she was an E cup and her top was very constrictive. She managed to put down her spoon for long enough to tug the tight tee over her head and fling it across the room. The feeling of the silky material brushing her tender and puffy nipples as it was removed made her squirm and become flushed as it sent sparks of pleasure through her chest and directly to her crotch.
After that, she had one hand holding the spoon and the other on her chest, fondling her ever swelling breasts as she continued to mindlessly consume the product which was so clearly altering her. Deep down she was concerned as to what was happening to her, but those concerns were utterly frozen by her brain freeze. In her state she was only capable of eating and swelling and squeezing and moaning.
When her breasts reached F cup, her hand gave one breast a firm but playful squeeze and she was shocked to feel a surge inside it as something spurted forth from her hard nipple. Droplets of white milk dribbled out afterwards as she groaned and circled her thumb over her nipple, feeling the jolt of pleasure as well as the wetness of her milk coating her thumb.
She brought her thumb to her mouth instead of the spoon for a second and tasted her creamy lactation. To her surprise it tasted just like the ice cream. Yet her brain was too frozen to mull on that thought. Instead she continued brainlessly toying with her nipples and kneading her chest as more milk flowed out. Each surge of liquid which dribbled messily down her chest brought a wave of arousal and satisfaction. All the while she was spooning ice cream into her mouth.
When she reached the bottom of this tub, she was in quite the state. Her breasts had expanded to an incredible G cup and a trail of milk trickled down her chest whilst at the same time her jaw hung open as she drooled a mixture of spit and melted ice cream past her lips and down her chin. Her mind was now taking longer to thaw and she couldn’t stop rubbing and massaging her fat tits and writhing in joy.
In a total daze, she once again glanced to the tub, entirely uninterested by the movie which had long since become background noise. This tub had a similar message on the side.
‘Big and Milky. Coconuts are big and milky, just like your swollen udders will be after you finish this tub of creamy coconut ice cream. Don’t forget to try our other flavours next!’
“Big and Milky…swollen udders…” she mumbled as she read the tub.
Now she was topless, leaking milk and drooling with her crotch growing just as damp as her swollen udders. But she still managed to stumble back to the kitchen for the final tub. After strolling back to the couch, drops of milk splashing carelessly to the floor along the way, she began her final tub.
This was her favourite flavour. The label called it Cow Feed but she recognized the chocolate taste the instant it hit her tongue. She shivered and raised the tub to her face and began to hungrily and frantically froce more and more of it past her lips.
The brain freeze this time was more potent and faster. It could have been the way she was eating it or the fact that her head was already assaulted by the utter numbness of continual brain freeze, but she didn’t care. She had long since grown used to it. It was just like her mind wasn’t there. She didn’t need it anyway. She just needed more of this wonderful ice cream.
Between desperate shoveling her hips grinded into one of her cushions and her inflated udders bounced mesmerizingly as she humped and jiggled and swallowed like a stupid and greedy cow. Moans became more sultry and slowly morphed as she continued.
“Mmmmm, Oooooohhh….mmmmmoooooo….mooooo….moooo….” she cooed with a dopey expression.
She hadn’t even noticed her moans transforming into moos. More and more, every piece of her mind was being reshaped as she willingly ate it up like the happy head of cattle she was soon becoming. Humping and leaking and mooing. Her mind was fading away as all that ice cream went straight to her head.
She finished this tub even faster than the others. By the time she was done, she barely knew where she was or even what she was. She knew she was horny. She knew her udders were heavy and full of milk and she wished they could be pulled and pumped properly. She knew her mind was frozen and she didn’t want it to unthaw. She wanted to keep eating lovely ice cream and leaking and mooing.
Then she noticed something on this tub.
‘Cow Feed. Eat it and feel your old thoughts fade as you become what you were always meant to be…a horny cow! Want more ice cream? Call us on 0842XXXXXX for delivery.”
Clara clumsily stumbled over to the phone and after a few attempts, managed to type in the number.
“Hello, horny cow ice cream, how can I help you today?” a friendly man answered.
“M-moooooooo!” was the first thing Clara said.
The man chuckled softly before responding “Ah, looking for delivery huh. We will send our people right away. Can you tell me your address?” he asked patiently.
It took some work for Clara to give the man her address. Her mind was a soft and frozen mush, like ice cream. She was just a dumb and dopey pair of udders. The whole time had one hand on her sloppy pussy, rubbing and fingering her folds as she spoke to the man, or tried to. Her moans and moos were obvious and constantly interrupting not just her speech but her own thoughts.
However, the man was patient and kind and helped the silly cow along the way. He also reassured her that everything would be fine and their people would arrive soon. She only hung up when she heard her doorbell ringing.
Opening the door eagerly, the two men who had arrived stared in awe at the woman who answered. Massive udders exposed and covered in trails of milk, she had one hand pinching her nipples and the other was under her shorts, working her slick slit as she gawked brainlessly at them.
Clara expected them to deliver ice cream to her, but instead they strapped a collar with a bell to her neck and led her outside. On the collar it read her name, or her new name as it would be. ‘Clarabelle’. The man she had spoken to must have taken liberties with her name after she told him. Not that Clarabelle actually cared. She stumbled forward, guided by the men to a trailer where she was pushed inside. Once inside she fell to her knees and she was too clumsy and dumb to stand back up.
There, she saw a few other women like her. Well, they didn’t exactly look like women anymore. With their enormous udders dangling from their chests and their dull and dimwitted expressions…plus the collars with bells which jangled as they crawled around on all fours. These were clearly livestock. Soft and curvy cows to be milked and bred.
Clarabelle was right at home. She mooed happily as the trailer sped away towards her new life.
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Imagine coming home to this sight. I'm panting and groaning, frustrated I can't reach my burning hot mound to pleasure myself. Begging you to come help me 💋
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i wish I had more tits. replace my mind with more leaky tits
Your wish is granted tits for brains.
I’m sure you weren’t thinking when you made this wish so why even really think anymore.
With this body you really don’t need to think anymore in fact seems like your tits are bigger than your brain.
No need to think anymore with those sloshy sensitive funbags attached to you.
Just mindlessly grope and giggle your way through life.
Let’s the milk leak out of you as your pussy drips and your mind drops.
Milk yourself stupid you mooing mindless toy.
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Hey Kiki. What would you do if you were granted one wish?
Ohmygosh! I actually almost fell for it ! But like, I’ve been around bimbo transformation stuff long enough that I can recognize a genie’s trap when I see one. Okay so, what was the plan here? Get me to say that I wish I was a bigger bimbo? That I wish I had big fake tits? Or that was super dumb and happy? So you could just “grant” it and turn me into some kind of brainless Barbie slut to parade around online?
Well like, nice try! I’m wayyyy too smart to fall for a silly trick like that. It doesn’t matter that like, I kinda really want all that stuff. Or that like, I actually kinda think about stuff like this all the time and it even kinda makes me so horny and stuff that I lose focus and take like, so long to actually answer this because I lose pretty much the whole day scrolling and touching in a yummy pink daze. And then it’s like… I start typing but then I get distracted and scrolling. And then like, days after, I finally remember and try again but I end up scrolling like a mindless slut again? Until it’s been like, I don’t even know how long since you sent this? Well that’s like, too bad ‘cause like, I’m not gonna just say “oh-em-gee internet genie, can you like, pleeeeease make me into a silly bimbo dolly?”
And even if i did… wuld it even work? Like, can genies use tumblr? It wuld be pretty hawt if u culd! Bcuz i could totes use sum bigger titties! Or like omg maybe sum lip filler? I wanna hav big yummy lips to match my titties! Can u do plz? Id be like, so um… happy and stuff if u did! I culd totes even like, dm u a pic of my boobs if u wanted 2 c them after! Anywayz, ummm, i forgot wut i was supposed to b talkin about… so like, bye i guess? toodles!
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