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A new tumblr game:

Post this to your blog if you want to play.  Your followers will send asks with a question plus a cliche personality type in asterisks.  *Seductress* *Bimbo* *Virgin* *Cocktease* *Submissive* *Learned Scholar* etc.  

Whatever they tell you, you will become while you answer their question, and for the next 15 minutes– or until you’re given a new personality.  Whichever comes first.  

Your stomach grumbled as the smells that came from the strange restaurant next to your work, reminded you that you skiped lunch. It was especially difficult since with so many of the attractive women calling in sick over the past few days, you found it difficult to pass the time. After you got off you decided to satisfy your hunger and investigate the new place.

When you got inside it was dimley lit and barren of anybody else. You started to think that maybe they where closing for the day and started for the door. Just before you reached the door however you hear a low but soft voice come from behind the hostess counter. “Hello, how many are we serving tonight?”

You turned to see a woman in black with long dark hair looking back at you. She was wearing a skirt that was so tight you wondered how she even fit her large ass in it and her breast where so large they where on the verge of popping the fourth button of her shirt. “No just me.” You answered. “Right this way sir.”

You followed deeper into the restaurant and noticed they’re was no one else there. “Slow day today huh? She turned to you with a pair of green eyes that you didn’t notice before. “You’re actually our first customer.” As you walked towards your table, you watched how her ass and tits jiggled with each step. You where so captivated you didn’t even realize you where already at your table with her waiting for you to sit down. “Excuse me sir but if you could avert your eyes for just a minute so I can take your order that would much appreciated, after that you can stare as long as you want.” You where slightly embarrassed being discovered so you quickly took your seat and glanced at your menu to escape some of the tension. As you looked through you noticed that almost all of the items where pork based. Pulled pork, pork chops, roasted pork. Anything that wasn’t was at the very least wrapped in bacon and at the very bottom was something called the full experience which got you curious especially with it being the only item with out a price. “Whats the full experience?” She shot you a smile. “Its a special challenge if you can finish it in thirty minutes your meal is free.” You felt confident in your ability since you hadn’t eaten all day you asked no further questions. “Ill take the full experience” She seemed to smile even wider. “Are you sure? Once you’ve started there’s no going back.” You grined back at her. “Oh I’m sure, lets do this.”

She then left for the kitchen and returned nearly supernaturaly so with a massive platter with everything you seen on the menu and then some. It smelled delicious which furthered you appetite. “One full experience, remember you have thirty minutes. Your time will start after your first bite. She set the time to 30 minutes and primed her finger over the button until you finally chomped down. Every bite was full of flavor and excited you as you felt your hunger begin to disapate. You weren’t even half way by the time you started to feel full and began to doubt your ability to finish the buffet in front of you. The waitress leaned over your table and, she was obviously showing off her cleavage to you. "Its not looking good for you sir. You’ve only got six minutes before time’s up.” You looked again at the massive amount of remaining food, your belly aching at the thought of another bite. “Well what’s this going to cost me because I’m not going to be able to finish.” She smiled widely at you. “You’re about to find out because time just ran out.” Just then the timer began to ring.

You looked at her in confusion, think why she hadn’t given you the bill yet, but you heard you stomach grumble. You looked down and it still looked stuffed however, you began to feel hungry again and you had the urge to feast once again but this time it was different almost primal. You looked again at the feast and started with small nibbles. “Oh what’s the matter still hungry?” You looked back at her. “Ya but I still have to pay.” She smiled. “Oh don’t you worry you going to, you might as well enjoy it.” Just then another wave of hunger began to come over you and you began to take larger bites that turned into handfuls of food until you finally lost all control and buried your face into the mountain of food. As you chowed down your belly began to swell further until the button on you pants could no longer hold any pressure and flew across the room but, it never felt full. “Ohhh wow look how big you’ve gotten!” She teased as she traced around your hyper extended belly. You wanted to protest but you could find the will to remove you face from the pile all you wanted was to eat now.

Your weight gain increased so quickly that your clothes felt tight until they could take no more pressure and ripped from your body leaving you in your underwear. “Oh goodness what a pig you’ve become!” She teased. You tried to remark but all that came out was a horse grunt. “OINK!” Your neck began to thicken with fat and it felt strange to be sitting, so you stood on your seat with your hand on the table as you continued to feed. You looked towards a mirror on the wall and could see how drastically your body was changing.

Samantha thanked the bubbly hostess as she gracefully took her seat. Lifting the menu up for inspection, she tried to ignore the way the other woman swayed her impressive behind as she walked away, her thin leggings happily struggling to contain a lewdly jiggling rump. Shaking her head, Samantha just tried to focus on the menu, which had a wonderful array of options. She was trying out the local diner on a whim, and so far she was split on wether or not she liked it. She had an important job interview that afternoon, a supervisory position at a nearby plant, and she knew she would land it. She couldn’t wait to flex her mental muscles, and finally start giving orders instead of receiving them, but she figured it would be better to go in on a full stomach.

“Maybe I should actually try the food before I start judging the place’”, the attractive young bio-med student thought to herself with a wry smile. She couldn’t ignore the fact that the staff all seemed to be very sexual women, not just in appearance but also in behavior and personality. She sipped some water that the helpful bubble-butted hostess brought by, not noticing as the diner began its work on her already. She idly admired the swaying butt of her beautiful hostess a little more intently this time, as the other woman walked away again. Samantha shifted in her seat a little as the various waitresses swayed and jiggled by, her quick peeks becoming discrete glances and then finally into cheerfully appreciative stares as each uniquely sexy girl gave her eyeful after eyeful by simply walking by.

“Ma'am?” Samantha was jolted out of her girl-watching by a polite and sweet sounding voice. She giggled uncharacteristically at her odd daydreaming spell, then managed to focus on her waitress, a petite woman dressed somehow shyly in a cute little polka dot dress, who was sucking a lollipop and carrying an adorable teddy bear, with her nipples prominent on her coyly presented chest.

“Oh! Um, I apolog- I’m sorry! I was just, um, spacing out I guess!” She laughed, in a higher pitch than she was used to. She found herself feeling nervous that the other woman might be mad at her, for not noticing and being a good customer like she was supposed to. She clasped her hands nervously in front of her smart blouse, subconsciously pushing her perky but small chest outwards meekly.

“Don’t be silly, miss lady! I’m just wondering if you know what you wanna like, eat and drink yet?” The nubile waitress replied happily.

“Umm…” Samantha realized she’d completely forgotten to read more of the menu. What was going on? She was never this scatterbrained. She looked helplessly at the other woman, not sure what to do or say.

The waitress smiled flirtatiously. “I’ll just give you some more time, okey doke?”

Samantha nodded her head vigorously, not noticing her hair fluttering longer and longer on her head with the motion, or the color (a nice dark blonde) lightening up like corn silk. She bit her lip nervously as she focused back on her menu, resolving to know exactly what she wanted when the waitress returned. But the diner was still changing her, so she didn’t get very far. She found herself questioning every minor decision she was making. When she decided on a simple Sprite for her drink, she worried that the waitress might think she was boring. When she hungrily eyed the delicious looking cheeseburger, she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to finish it. When she noticed the wide array of milkshakes and sundaes, she giggled vapidly in delight, but then promptly worried that she would seem childish if she ordered ice cream. The whole time, the once intelligent college student was finding it more difficult to read the simple bold letters on the menu. She just couldn’t seem to focus on them properly, and it was a struggle to put them together into words. She frowned cutely, flipping her long golden hair behind her, then began quietly sounding out first each word, then each individual sound of the letters to herself, her thick pink lips moving slowly and carefully when she managed to keep her eyes on the word for a few seconds.

“Alright ma'am, ready to order?” The polite voice of her waitress prompted suddenly.

Samantha looked up in surprise, mouth hanging open in confusion for a few seconds. “Oh, um, hi! I’m super sorry but like, um, I don’t really know… what I want? Could you like, help me?” She helplessly gestured at the menu with her immaculate long nails.

The other girl examined Samantha’s face for a moment, taking in the airheaded shine in her eyes, then smiled sweetly. “Ah, actually, how about I grab you another lady to help? She’s good at deciding things for people like you!” Samantha nodded agreeably, something she’d be doing a lot of from now on. The waitress left, and it wasn’t long before someone else approached Samantha’s table. She was tall, dressed in leather to highlight her huge bust and tight muscles, and her eyes were bright and intelligent, seeming to pierce Sammi’s unfocused mind easily.

“Well girl, I heard you’re having trouble picking out a simple meal for yourself. Is that true?” She asked, not unkindly.

Sammi bit her plump lip and nodded, not even questioning why she was already committed to whatever the taller woman wanted.

“Why don’t you examine the page in front of you, and just look at the pictures for me. Can you pick out three pictures you like, girl?” Sammi nodded again, briefly confused at the surge of excitement at being given a task. She looked down at the table, ready to commit herself to the oddly difficult sounding task, when she frowned. Her boobies, clad in her thin tanktop, were in the way! The blonde stared down her newly respectable cleavage, only briefly wondering how she’d gained a pair of high and round DD’s, before she jiggled them slightly with a giggle. The tall lady coughed pointedly, and Sammi blushed before refocusing on the task at hand. But her boobies were still in the way! She pouted, and tried squishing them down, but the firm globes cheerfully resisted her, merely giving her enough sparks of pleasure that she squeaked happily in surprise. The tall lady sighed, then helpfully slid the menu a foot away from the busty blonde’s chest. Sammi’s mouth went into an “o” of realization, before she blushed and avoided looking at the other woman.

“Why didn’t I like, think of that? I’m super smart, aren’t I?” She wondered.

The other woman snorted. “No you aren’t, girl. Now pick out three pictures.”

Sammi didn’t even detect the insult. She just nodded cheerfully and examine the menu, now far enough that her bust couldn’t cover it up.

The tall lady waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, she had enough.

“Are you done yet, bimbo?” She snarled angrily.

Sammi looked up, open mouthed. “Umm… nooo?”, she meekly admitted.

The tall woman sighed. Pointing at random, she selected a burger for the weak-willed girl, who had once taught a full course for one of her classes because her professor had recognized her drive and sheer intelligence. Sammi enthusiastically agreed with the woman’s decision.

She waited patiently and cheerfully for her food, comfortable with having other people make her food and decisions for her. When the burger arrived, and she had permission to start eating, she rejoiced in the yummy food and the yummy feeling of having her decisions made for her. She made the last decisive action she would ever make in her life, as she happily squeezed a firm tit after getting the okay from a nearby waitress. Sammi was now too dumb and weak willed to decide anything at all for herself. She needed somebody to be in charge, totally and completely. When she resolved herself to find that person, her pussy throbbed in a happy little orgasm, as it now would whenever she did what she was told. She squealed quietly, then smiled. She couldn’t wait to get her first order!

The nexttime you’re at dinner and one of them mocks you, she’ll snort like apig.

Everyone will look at her. “I’m….so sorry. I don’tknow why I *REEEEEK*!”, she’ll shout. Her hand will clamp over her mouth,and you’ll watch in horror as she dives face-first into her plate.

Your other friends will be trying to get up, but they’ll find themselvessnorting too. They’ll eat like hogs, and as they slurp and shovel food in,they’ll get huge. Their bellies will bloat, making their pants and shirts verytight. Flab will balloon out everywhere. Their asses will widen and threaten tospill over their seats. Their breasts will get heavier and heavier, and you’llhear their bras start to groan.

You’ll be terrified, but you’ll laugh. You won’t be able tocontrol it. One of your friends will glare at you, eyes furious. “Why areyou laughing?  We *SNORTTTT* need help,dumbass!  We’re ugggghh getting so fat!*HORRRK!* It’s hard to think. So much ugggggggh, food?  It’s *REEEEK*! makin’ my…head hurt?”

Samantha thanked the bubbly hostess as she gracefully took her seat. Lifting the menu up for inspection, she tried to ignore the way the other woman swayed her impressive behind as she walked away, her thin leggings happily struggling to contain a lewdly jiggling rump. Shaking her head, Samantha just tried to focus on the menu, which had a wonderful array of options. She was trying out the local diner on a whim, and so far she was split on wether or not she liked it. She had an important job interview that afternoon, a supervisory position at a nearby plant, and she knew she would land it. She couldn’t wait to flex her mental muscles, and finally start giving orders instead of receiving them, but she figured it would be better to go in on a full stomach.

“Maybe I should actually try the food before I start judging the place’”, the attractive young bio-med student thought to herself with a wry smile. She couldn’t ignore the fact that the staff all seemed to be very sexual women, not just in appearance but also in behavior and personality. She sipped some water that the helpful bubble-butted hostess brought by, not noticing as the diner began its work on her already. She idly admired the swaying butt of her beautiful hostess a little more intently this time, as the other woman walked away again. Samantha shifted in her seat a little as the various waitresses swayed and jiggled by, her quick peeks becoming discrete glances and then finally into cheerfully appreciative stares as each uniquely sexy girl gave her eyeful after eyeful by simply walking by.

“Ma'am?” Samantha was jolted out of her girl-watching by a polite and sweet sounding voice. She giggled uncharacteristically at her odd daydreaming spell, then managed to focus on her waitress, a petite woman dressed somehow shyly in a cute little polka dot dress, who was sucking a lollipop and carrying an adorable teddy bear, with her nipples prominent on her coyly presented chest.

“Oh! Um, I apolog- I’m sorry! I was just, um, spacing out I guess!” She laughed, in a higher pitch than she was used to. She found herself feeling nervous that the other woman might be mad at her, for not noticing and being a good customer like she was supposed to. She clasped her hands nervously in front of her smart blouse, subconsciously pushing her perky but small chest outwards meekly.

“Don’t be silly, miss lady! I’m just wondering if you know what you wanna like, eat and drink yet?” The nubile waitress replied happily.

“Umm…” Samantha realized she’d completely forgotten to read more of the menu. What was going on? She was never this scatterbrained. She looked helplessly at the other woman, not sure what to do or say.

The waitress smiled flirtatiously. “I’ll just give you some more time, okey doke?”

Samantha nodded her head vigorously, not noticing her hair fluttering longer and longer on her head with the motion, or the color (a nice dark blonde) lightening up like corn silk. She bit her lip nervously as she focused back on her menu, resolving to know exactly what she wanted when the waitress returned. But the diner was still changing her, so she didn’t get very far. She found herself questioning every minor decision she was making. When she decided on a simple Sprite for her drink, she worried that the waitress might think she was boring. When she hungrily eyed the delicious looking cheeseburger, she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to finish it. When she noticed the wide array of milkshakes and sundaes, she giggled vapidly in delight, but then promptly worried that she would seem childish if she ordered ice cream. The whole time, the once intelligent college student was finding it more difficult to read the simple bold letters on the menu. She just couldn’t seem to focus on them properly, and it was a struggle to put them together into words. She frowned cutely, flipping her long golden hair behind her, then began quietly sounding out first each word, then each individual sound of the letters to herself, her thick pink lips moving slowly and carefully when she managed to keep her eyes on the word for a few seconds.

“Alright ma'am, ready to order?” The polite voice of her waitress prompted suddenly.

Samantha looked up in surprise, mouth hanging open in confusion for a few seconds. “Oh, um, hi! I’m super sorry but like, um, I don’t really know… what I want? Could you like, help me?” She helplessly gestured at the menu with her immaculate long nails.

The other girl examined Samantha’s face for a moment, taking in the airheaded shine in her eyes, then smiled sweetly. “Ah, actually, how about I grab you another lady to help? She’s good at deciding things for people like you!” Samantha nodded agreeably, something she’d be doing a lot of from now on. The waitress left, and it wasn’t long before someone else approached Samantha’s table. She was tall, dressed in leather to highlight her huge bust and tight muscles, and her eyes were bright and intelligent, seeming to pierce Sammi’s unfocused mind easily.

“Well girl, I heard you’re having trouble picking out a simple meal for yourself. Is that true?” She asked, not unkindly.

Sammi bit her plump lip and nodded, not even questioning why she was already committed to whatever the taller woman wanted.

“Why don’t you examine the page in front of you, and just look at the pictures for me. Can you pick out three pictures you like, girl?” Sammi nodded again, briefly confused at the surge of excitement at being given a task. She looked down at the table, ready to commit herself to the oddly difficult sounding task, when she frowned. Her boobies, clad in her thin tanktop, were in the way! The blonde stared down her newly respectable cleavage, only briefly wondering how she’d gained a pair of high and round DD’s, before she jiggled them slightly with a giggle. The tall lady coughed pointedly, and Sammi blushed before refocusing on the task at hand. But her boobies were still in the way! She pouted, and tried squishing them down, but the firm globes cheerfully resisted her, merely giving her enough sparks of pleasure that she squeaked happily in surprise. The tall lady sighed, then helpfully slid the menu a foot away from the busty blonde’s chest. Sammi’s mouth went into an “o” of realization, before she blushed and avoided looking at the other woman.

“Why didn’t I like, think of that? I’m super smart, aren’t I?” She wondered.

The other woman snorted. “No you aren’t, girl. Now pick out three pictures.”

Sammi didn’t even detect the insult. She just nodded cheerfully and examine the menu, now far enough that her bust couldn’t cover it up.

The tall lady waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, she had enough.

“Are you done yet, bimbo?” She snarled angrily.

Sammi looked up, open mouthed. “Umm… nooo?”, she meekly admitted.

The tall woman sighed. Pointing at random, she selected a burger for the weak-willed girl, who had once taught a full course for one of her classes because her professor had recognized her drive and sheer intelligence. Sammi enthusiastically agreed with the woman’s decision.

She waited patiently and cheerfully for her food, comfortable with having other people make her food and decisions for her. When the burger arrived, and she had permission to start eating, she rejoiced in the yummy food and the yummy feeling of having her decisions made for her. She made the last decisive action she would ever make in her life, as she happily squeezed a firm tit after getting the okay from a nearby waitress. Sammi was now too dumb and weak willed to decide anything at all for herself. She needed somebody to be in charge, totally and completely. When she resolved herself to find that person, her pussy throbbed in a happy little orgasm, as it now would whenever she did what she was told. She squealed quietly, then smiled. She couldn’t wait to get her first order!

Amanda sat down at her computer. She planned to go on and watch silly cat videos, but a strange window popped up. It looked like a chat window, but there was nowhere for her to type, and she couldn’t close it. There were two people in the chat, “Duck” and “Mostly”.

Duck: Amanda is a fat animal. Mostly: Amanda is a pig.

Amanda was insulted. She was curvy, sure, but she wasn’t fat. She had a nice butt and C cup breasts, a slight curve to her belly, and dimples on her cheeks, but she didn’t think she was fat. And she certainly didn’t think she should be called a pig.

Duck: What makes you say that Amanda is a pig? Is it the way she snorts when she talks? Mostly: That, and her big, fat piggy ass.

Amanda couldn’t believe how these two were talking about her. Her ass was curvy, but not fat. She didn’t think her ass was a piggy ass.

Her chair began to creak. It sounded like it was straining with a heavy weight. Amanda reached behind herself, and felt her ass growing, expanding, getting fatter and fatter by the second. After a few moments, her ass was so huge, her pants and underwear couldn’t contain it anymore. They shredded, leaving her naked and sitting on rags.

“What the (snort) fuck?” She exclaimed. “Why is (snort) my ass growing?” Amanda paused and reread what was on her screen. In horror, she realized she did have a big fat ass… and she was snorting when she talked.

Duck: I’ll bet Amanda loves her fat piggy ass! She loves grabbing it and squeezing it… Mostly: Especially with her curly piggy tail!

Amanda had a sudden urge to play with her ass, to feel it’s curve in her hands, to slap it and feel the fat jiggle, to squeeze it as tightly as she could. She rubbed it and felt her fingers brush her… Amanda had a tail!

Duck: Amanda likes being a fat pig so much. She loves to squat on all fours, and hates wearing clothes. Mostly: Clothes are for humans. Amanda is a pig. Just look at her nose!

Amanda suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Her clothes seemed to be bothering her skin. She tossed away the remains of her pants and panties, then went to take her shirt off. As she did, she noticed how strong it smelled.

She reached to feel her nose. It was flat and wet… like a pig nose! She didn’t know how, but somehow, everything Duck and Mostly were saying about her was becoming true! They were turning her into a pig!

“No! (Snort)” she sobbed “I ( snort snort) I’m not a pig! (grunt)”

Duck: Amanda can’t fight her true nature. Only pigs squeal and oink like she does.

“I (oink) have to get away! They’re REEEEE! Turning me into… BLORP… a pig!” Amanda tried to get away, but couldn’t stand. She could only crawl on all fours.

“Oink! Have to (grunt) shut the computer! OINK!” She tried to reach for the mouse to shut the computer down.

Mostly: Amanda walks on all four of her trotters because she’s a pig.

Amanda’s hands hardened and thickened before her eyes, turned into useless hooves. She couldn’t use the mouse, couldn’t hit the power button, couldn’t unplug the computer.

Duck: Amanda is hungry. Mostly: That’s because Amanda is a fat pig.

Amanda felt her stomach growling. The floor started to creak just as her chair had.

Duck: Amanda is horny. Mostly: That’s because Amanda is a sow in heat.

A wave of need washed over Amanda. She needed to touch herself, but her trotters were useless. She needed to be filled, pleasured, enjoyed by a man…

Duck: Amanda wants to be bred by men and boars.

…Or a boar. She found the idea both disgusting and arousing.

Mostly: Amanda has huge floppy sow teats for nursing her piglets.

Amanda felt her chest growing heavy and full.

Duck: Amanda loves being a fat, horny pig!

“REEEEEEEEE! I do! I (snort) love beEEEEEing a pig! Oink!”

Mostly: Go collect your pig, Duck. Amanda is yours to do whatever you want to with her. Enjoy her!

Amanda couldn’t wait for Duck, her new owner, to come get her. Whatever he planned to do with her was bound to be more fun than watching cat videos by herself…

So my GF has learned of my TF fetish!

She wants to get involved by bringing it into the bedroom.

I’ve secretly started snorting every so often. I pretend it’s the start of turning into a pig. 

She tries to stand on her hooves, but she finds it difficult. Her ankles wobble, and the hooves don’t seem very balanced. It doesn’t help that she has that huge, swinging weight between her legs either. And to make matters worse, something in her back keeps her from standing all the way up straight. It’s like it isn’t supposed to go that way, even though she distinctly knows otherwise. Soon, though, she’s distracted from that thought as something starts pushing out of her back. It feels like its stretching her spine out and she almost immediately recognizes it as a tail. She can’t just watch it grow, however, as the further changes to her body flares up her sensitivity again, and she’s reduced to fondling and tugging on her udder again. This time, however, she goes at it with much greater enthusiasm, and just when she’s about to reach her limit, a burning, but pleasurable, feeling shoots down the two teats she’s pulling on and a small squirt of white fluid shoots out of each of them.

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