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For those who have stumbled across this lewd part of Tumblr, welcome. I make captions from hot pics I find around the web. Most of it will be related to expansion. Whether it's magic, science, or whatever, it's all 18+, so if you're a minor, please leave.

That being said, lewd stuff will be general expansion, curvy women, rapid/hyper pregnancy, mini giantess, toned women, chubby women, and whatever else I decide.

What isn't gonna be here is birth, mpreg, gore, popping, non-consent, incest, feet, scat, bimboization (like full blown, them getting hornier as they get bigger is fine) and maybe some other as I find it.

There are some grey area things. These are mostly things I can enjoy in small amounts. That's things like personality change and hypnosis. I may include them, but they're not as strong as in other stories.

The only other thing is to be accepting. I don't care about other people's beliefs, gender identity, or sexuality. Chances are, at some point I'll use something you don't agree with. If so, just skip it.

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She was never exactly "small" by any means when you met her. She always cited her growing to need an E cup bra as justifying why she also never made it past 5'2". When her E cups began to tighten, she'd blame her cycle as she repeatedly tugged and adjusted the straps that dug into her shoulders. When the Es became Fs she joked about starting to have her doubts and then as she stood at the register tapping her debit card for 2 newly purchased GGs shortly after she admitted she was entirely out of ideas.

As you made your way down the hall now, you took in the sight of her approaching in the opposite direction like any other day. Tshirt pulled tight over her one and only J cup bra (she could only afford one this time), thin jersey knit clinging to the fullest part of her bust just below her ribcage before hanging loosely down to just above her belly button.

Before you could even process why the fit of her shirt somehow seemed off this morning; she snapped you out of your casual stare by stopping suddenly and reaching up, she stretches the crook between her index finger and thumb beneath your lower lip and pulls your eyes down into hers.

"Like what you see?" the unfamiliar directness she asked with was emphasized by her index finger and thumb now pressing the insides of your cheeks against forcing your jay partially open. Sunlight streaming through the open bedroom door to her right cast a distinct shadow where breast flesh was now pooched up over the top of the massive cups, showing the clear signs of overwhelming this one too.

She could see your eyes involuntarily flitting back and forth and answered before you get the words out. "You're probably a little light on blood upstairs so let me save you the trouble. No, it's not your imagination and yes, it means exactly what you think it does".

You could feel your mouth going dry as this was all new and too unfamiliar to guess where it was all going. "It's more than that though..." she continued, now eyeing you up and down in return. "Boobs like this and only what, like five two? Can you believe it?"

You instinctively loosened the neck muscles you'd kept clenched up to this point as you felt her hand still gripping your lower jaw, move it slowly in a nodding motion and then and side to side as if giving you a choice while continuing to slowly scan you head toe. "I bet you're going to remember this moment for a long time aren't you? I hope so, I want you...need you to remember this because as big as these have gotten on me at five two, what do you think of them at five three?"

“Baby, do these jeans look tighter than normal?” She asked the day after her birthday, and to you they may have, but you told her no. The next day, those jeans barely fit. Over the span of a week, she’d outgrown most her clothes, her DD cups exploding through the alphabet. Now they were bigger than medicine balls, her ass wider than a futon, and all accompanied by a spurt in her height. Over three weeks she’s grown from 5’0 to a staggering 9’ tall. Along with all the growth, her also appeared younger and more vibrant, her hair even lengthening and thickening through the whole process. One thing no one realized was that the curse was fueled by pleasure and food, and her libido and appetite had been through the roof. You were drained, physically and financially, and she wasn’t satisfied.

“C’mon baby… aren’t you up for another round? I mean, how can you resist this body?~” she asked as she groped her chest through her overtaxed blue top, cooing at her own sensitivity. “Fuck… you know I can make you now…” her tone was hungry, telling you that you really didn’t have a choice. As she mounted you, you wondered if she could even feel you anymore, and as if to answer, she let out a growl. “Fuck… i wonder if I could fit both your legs inside me now…” you were sure she’d find out…

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It goes direct to a voicemail box, and the message encourages you to reach out via email, but you're able to leave a message and they may call you back, as that's what happened to me.

thigh kissing is nice, ass grabbing, thigh gripping, a little passionate teasing takes you far and honestly gets her wetter by the minute 

slow down, take your time at first, dont just dive in, enjoy your meal

that rapid flicking thing doesnt do much for me (i cant speak for every girl) but slow runs across the clit are lovely, just focus on the clit, let your fingers do some work if you get tired or something 

1. Stop the fucking flicking shit.

2. Focus on the CLIT. Suck it, circle it. Engulf it. If she moans, keep doing that.

3. But pls, do visit thighland. Inner thigh licking and kissing will set us on fire.

4. What is this fingering shit? Massage the gspot or get out. We feel nothing with that little stabbing motion. Also, stop sticking your 2 inches of tongue in there. Come back up to the clit.

5. LONG stokes with the tongue.

6. Stop humming. Most of us use vibrators so that little humming trick you learned from GQ will pale in comparison.

7. Speaking of vibes, the reason you’re in our bed is because you can do 1 thing our wands and rabbits can’t do. And that’s grab us. Grab us, squeeze us, we want to feel your hands on our body.

8. If you can reach, grab a titty.

9. Some women are self conscious about how they look/taste/smell down there. Or worry about taking too long to orgasm, so let her know you’re enjoying it. Moan, groan, sound like you’re eating a plate of ribs

I want to share this with a friend, but tumblr hates videos in messages, so yeah. By scrag on Twitter, but it must not be there yet because I got it from R34 but it’s not on twitter.