So here's a concept: a woman starts lactating and her girlfriend gets a taste for her milk. As a result, her girlfriend starts lactating too and gets bigger breasts. Then, the first woman gets a taste for her girlfriend's new milk and gets bigger breasts and more milk, triggering a feedback loop of an ever bustier and milkier couple.

god yes, just drinking and drinking and getting bigger and bigger, together,,,

Wait, you didn't swell up into a horny christmas elf with leaky egg nog tits?

Well then what was the point of spiking your mulled wine and lacing your pumpkin pie?

Or maybe it'll have a delayed reaction...

Yeah I know it was really disapo-

Ohhh fuck. There it is.

Welp my shirts ruined now. Guess someone is gonna have to help me with a few things huh? ;)

Selfie, baby

Why not~

Four days, four different looks✌🏻😗

What's Aurora's ideal sundae?

Aurora: Should I post this on tiktok or what? XD

Aurora's Q&A

Hello Lord Sheogorath! Happy Sunday to you!

I hope you had a good week? What have you been up to? Did you have a good time?

I shall reply to your last message here: I certainly never had heard the Supernatural meme as "wet nix hound puppies" but I have to say I found that description highly amusing. I'd be glad to help with the news thing but is there anything in particular you'd like to know about? Or Haskill has questions about?

About your family... well I see what you mean. ^^; It is my opinion, and I really mean no offense by it, that the Aquilarios-Tharn family is in desperate need of a holiday and quite a few psychologist visits on top of that (or whatever the Tamriel equivalent of that would be... Mental healthcare isn't exactly practiced much is it? Or half the population would be followed for PTSD more likely than not...). Buuut that's only my opinion.

As is custom, I send you my best wishes for the week to come: may it give you, your loved ones, and all you care for lots of happiness, fun, and good times!

Happy Sunday, and take good care of yourself!

Hello, Sundas Anon!

I'll be frank, despite being on vacation, I've been exhausted for quite a while, so I dealt with it as best I could. That means, I turned it into someone else's problem. All fixed now! I feel positively invigorated.

About the news from the Earth plane, I don't have a preference. I just find it amusing to be appraised of any sort of event that might tickle my curiosity. There is one thing, however, that Haskill keeps asking about. "The tapes". The tapes this, the tapes that. I don't know what a ribbon has to do with any of that, but I've gathered that it has something to do with those wet nix hound puppies. He is a bit obsessed so I've forbidden him looking at them for the time being. My chamberlain must be obsessed with his duty first!

Psychologist? I don't think that word exists in Tamriel. There are alienists, wyresses, Ashlander Wise Women and other spiritual guides that may offer some relief on that regard and as far as I remember that little spider construct issued an Imperial Edict to summon them to the Imperial City. Of course, for that Edict to come to effect, a huge diplomatic effort should be made, and so far all replies received at the palace were solid, unwavering, respectful "noes".

Thank you for your wishes! May you and your loved ones have a good week ahead of you! Take good care :3

Hi

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Bub Update;

Thank you for all the kind words and feedback with Planet Pissed so far, as well as with the commissions!

My birthday is this coming Saturday, and for the benefit of my health, I’m going to be logged off until next Sunday so I can enjoy myself away from the internet and further prepare for my hysterectomy.

Commissions will be on pause until after my surgery consultation on the 10th, and will open again on the 15th.

I say this in case some are still interested in commissions- I recieved an email last night and I had to unfortunately decline - so I’m puttin this in my dash as a heads up. I am incredibly grateful for those who commissioned me, I appreciate you very much!

While I’m logged off and away for the week, when I have free time I’m going to be workin on planet pissed on my ipad and workin on DIY magnets for my fridge with crayola model magic. I have no goal of selling or producing these to be sold, I enjoy making them for myself - my brain has always wanted magnets of artsy interpreted grub and whatnot, and workin on these helps me not stim self-destructively

🍓 Sherlock and reader, but she isn't British and there are some words she doesn't understand because he speaks so fast and in between his teeth plus that accent and he apologizes and then she tries her best impression of him with the accent and they just laugh.

Gosh I love this! And like imagine you're a linguist too, and he helps you do your absolute best to sound out the words or British terminology, and in turn, you teach him words from your region or native tongue. This is so cute aghhh thanks for sending this 🤩

Extract from a food Critics blog after visiting Harrisons Bakery: "When Bob Harrison bakes cookies, chewing them has a unique bonus of flossing your teeth."

He's helping, Bonnie 😌✨

"Big and juicy"

At first you thought it was just some mild bloating: it could have been your time of the month, or an allergic reaction, or maybe something you ate wasn't agreeing with you (that blueberry tart perhaps?). Either way, your belt was digging into your stomach somewhat and you opted to ignore it for now and keep watching your DIY videos.

It refused to be ignored, however. Somehow, it had gotten even tighter around you. The feeling was unbearable, like your belt was going to split you in half. You put your videos on pause to finally go deal with this before it gets any worse.

Standing in front of your vanity mirror and tugging up the hem of your shirt, it was abundantly obvious what was wrong: your stomach had done more than just "bloat," it was blowing up. It was blowing up big time right in front of your eyes. Like someone had snuck a balloon into your stomach and was pumping it just out of view, you could see it inflate and push against your belt. You could hear the leather creak and strain as your midsection poured over it. It felt so unbearably tight against you. You struggled with the buckle, working feverishly to undo it before it really did split you in half, until finally unlatching it and the top button of your pants as well. The mound of stomach that had been held back launched forward like a rubber band, crashing into your vanity table. You could finally see the full scale of your growing stomach: round and taut, and the size of a volleyball. A patch of blue formed where your stomach made impact and you believed it was a bruise, or at least you did until the blue turned a deeper shade and started spreading.

Like ink in water, the blue spread across your skin, creeping up and out in all directions from your center, until it had spread to cover your whole torso and most of your forearms and thighs. With it, the bloating had spread as well, and was even speeding up. Your belly had doubled in size from where it was just a few moments ago and seemed to be taking the rest of your torso with it. Thighs and forearms had ripened into thick pool floaters. Your breasts and ass were ballooning, taking on inches by the second. Clothing, left tight and constricting by the pressure of your swelling body, began tearing and shredding, exposing you. As well, it seemed like your body wasn't just swelling, it was being filled with something; something that sloshed and burbled inside of you. Something, juicy?

The blue had spread to the rest of your body, and with it your midsection was that of an overblown beachball. The weight of your juice had sent you crashing to your floor. You tried to hoist yourself back up, but your limbs struggled to push against your swelling and increasingly spherical body. Juice continued to pour inside you, and you kept swelling, and swelling, and swelling. So taut, and full, and and tart. Excess juice started to stream out of you, leaking out of your distended breasts and enlarged pussy. The feeling of your skin stretching, the sensation of your whole self swelling and being lost to the ball you were becoming: you were so hot and bothered. If only you could reach down there and get yourself off.

Oh well, might as well enjoy the ride.

I don't know much about Just Desserts quite yet (I meant to look into it earlier but then tumblr made everything VERY user hostile to those of us without accounts, so finding info takes a ton more energy and dedication), but I really like Prince Ice Cream Sandwich's design! If there's one thing that never fails to grab my attention, it's cute characters dressed up all fancy <3 Can you draw something with him for requestober please? Whatever theme you think would make him shine!

Day 20 - Mooooooomssss

Also, if that message or any future ones bring up emotions that are too much, feel free to delete em, no hard feelings. Just extending the chance to vent to someone :)

I'm honestly sorry for the rant in the last ask.

My twin wants me to be with someone to help with this. But as an aro ace pan person, it's hard. I am attracted to everyone no matter who they are as long as they're not a fuckin Dick. I'm just not sexually or romantically attracted to anyone.

I guess I just like the aesthetics of it. I can't even take care of myself physically and mentally, how can I do that for someone else when I'm this broken?

I think I'm not mentally ready for it and nobody wants someone who won't see ‘em in a romantic way that's needed in a relationship. I'm not really worth it to anyone or worthy for anyone. They're all better without me.

This went to a different direction of what your initial ask was and topic.

And I'm sorry for that.

I'm just broken all over the place, frantically tryin to pick up the pieces and fix myself.

are you a goofy goober, Eath?

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ No?? ❞

|| 💛 ||: ❝ She is. ❞

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Hello Lord Sheogorath! Happy Sunday and long time no see!

I'm glad to see you have awakened; though we might not share the same definition for "brief" when it comes to your nap ^^; Unless you are being sarcastic, and then forgive me for not reading the tone well.

How have you been? Have you really been napping for the last 9 months? (If you have, really, that's a mood and good for you).

I will keep this short; you probably have a lot to do right now. So I will go straight to my usual well wishes: I hope this Sunday and week treats you well, and wish you the best for the days to come. May you, all you care you, and your loved ones receive lots of joy, happiness, and fun!

Take good care of yourself, and have a Happy Sunday.

Hello, Sundas Anon!

Ha-ha. 9 months. That's a good sense of humor you got there.

...

Wait. You are not joking, are you? Look, I was just babysitting Aurelia, having a little vacation, and then I dozed off. Ah... The flow of time can be a capricious thing, especially when comparing your Earth realm to the Shivering Isles. Uh. Haskill. I need Haskill to put everything back in... order.

Always happy to receive word from you! I hope these past months have treated you and your loved ones well!

Take good care :3

HII SO FOR THE SUNDAE EVENT COULD YOU DO: rocky road with m&ms and chocolate covered pretzels with gojo :)???

A gentle reminder that for the Sundae Tropes event, I'm not accepting anon requests because this is supposed to celebrate my followers and moots (stated on the event page rules). Anon that requested this, if you follow me, please DM me so that I know who you are. I can reply privately to your ask if you don't want the request to be responded to publicly.

I like you so much I feel like if we met in public I'd definitely not pretend I didn't see you. I'd choose RP with you over pizza anytime. You're that kind of friend who would never let me do something stupid alone. You are definitely one of the people I would not want to punch in the throat and if you ever need to hide a body, I will be there for you.

I don't know what else to say. I bet your sweat glitters.

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