ghey b!nch

I like my femboys heavily impregnated

rounder than I thought is possible

"Keep squirming...you know that only makes you digest faster..."

🌂 like

🌂 surely the point of the burping up their clothes trope

🌂 is that the clothes came off them

🌂 and they're therefore dead (or close to it in more cartoony corrosion styles)

🌂 but

🌂 but but but

🌂 soooooo much art that--

anyway i hate how much weight gain (and porn of characters fattened up in general) either stops at just a little bit of chub or goes super out of reality into blob territory. It's so rare anyone ends up/looks like me.

Come to that, I'm tired of degradation seeming unavoidable even for bog-standard kink like Domination/submission. Where is the appreciation for the submissive, like where is the praise for obedience that doesn't have condescension in it? I'm tired sometimes, idk. It's like having dinner in Cruella's house, where everything is just caked in pepper, even the ice cream.

I came here to see cool fights with interesting mechanics and good underlying narratives, and to see people get progressively more injured while still being cool and determined.

Alright you

You wanna tease me so much? You wanna talk about how hungry you are, how much youre just dying for a big meaty werewolf meal?

Well now you get to put your money where your mouth is.

Youre gonna eat me. No more teasing. Youre gonna swallow me whole exactly how and when i tell you to.

Lucky you 💕

Now. Im drawing you a hot bath for you to relax in once I’m settled in. Itll help with how uncomfortably full you’re gonna be. Theres a xl heating pad set up on your bed too, and a tea kettle thats gonna have warm water ready for your favorite tea.

Youre gonna need it for the cramps.

My eyes go wide in awe and a dumb smile forms on my lips as I throw myself into the fray to make this as good for you as you are so clearly doing for me.

"Yes ma'am of course, where should I start with you, am I doing all the work of swallowing you or will you be crawling? Oh I should probably undress so my gut doesn't end up ripping my clothes."

I lean into you, so close you can feel the heat of my body. I smell faintly of sandalwood.

I gently grab your jaw in one fuzzy paw and press to force your mouth open, inspecting the abyss that awaits me. I run my thumb softly along your teeth.

"Feet first. I'm not so sure you're going to be able to handle me, Mist, and I want to watch your progress."

I poke you in the chest

"To make sure you don't hurt yourself, of course."

A few seconds after uttering the command I have fully dropped to my knees, from down here my eyes travel up your body like they could taste you. I had no intention to ever hide my excitement, but still I feel a embarrassed to start panting not even halfway through leering at my meal towering over me.

Half-quivering with anticipation as my gaze meets yours, I stare into your eyes for a short moment before speaking.

"I'm ready mistress, please make me be your final act of domination, I can only hope it's a satisfying end for you."

But you dont.

“You’re such a good girl, Mist. You’ve earned the very best, and last, treat i can give you.”

I lean back out and, with the slowest possible pace, lift my left hind paw up for your consumption.

I want you drooling and desperate for me. If this is my last act, you will worship the girl you are destroying.

I drag the tip of my sharp claw up your naked thigh, up your belly, over your breasts - tracking the reverse of the path i will soon descend.

Finally, they reach your waiting eager mouth. Still - i make you wait. I keep my flavor juuuuust out of your reach as a I carefully slide my hind paw inside.

Then i relent.

I release my hind paw and let it rest on your tongue, giving you my flavor in full. I feel your saliva begin to matt my fur, your hot breath begin to envelope me.

I shiver, but maintain composure.

This is my show, after all.

The scent of sandalwood combined with the flavour of your hind paw is intoxicating, the rest of the world doesn't even exist for me now, all that ever was, is, and will be is you, the woman in front of me, having already placed one limb in to my mouth and is demanding I be her Living End.

I let out a few heavy breaths as I savour the initial flavour before I finally relent to your command and begin swallowing, pulling your leg further into my gullet, I let out a strange combination of a moan and a wince as I feel you stretch my throat out further than I'm used to, it's reminding me of my very first prey all those years ago.

And how much I've missed that sensation.