🍞Tiny Enby Bread-Bug🍞
LVL 30|Gender-Fucked|
Size/Vore musings and appreciations
Lover of Bullies, Brats, and Spoiled Size Sadists
My fursona is found at https://bsky.app/profile/minimadoqua.bsky.social
MINORS DNI 🔞| Trans Rights 🏳️⚧️
Welcome to the grand opening of The Difference! A sexy club and bar for all your sizey desires. Check out the mirror room for selfies; you can see your hotness from every angle!
Art trade for @novasize.bsky.social#sizesky#bluesize#macro#micro#gts#giantess#lesbian#buttcrush
Comm for @lafawn.com
A girl's gotta unwind for a moment after a long day romping around the con floor. Thankfully the dealer's den has just the thing to help, if you know where to look. Still, the night is young. With raves and room parties on the docket, it's nice to have company for a night out.
There is something very fun about personifying the body part you're teasing someone with. Almost making it into a good cop bad cop situation, where you're reasonable, but your ass is ravenous and simply can't be stopped
Aww, look at your little city! You guys are sooo cute in there~ I'm glad you're getting acclimated to living in my terrarium so well <3
Big thanks to @pocketsecret.bsky.social for this comm ^w^
#sizesky
aww you used to be the mom-friend and now that you shrunk I'm your mom-owner? and you still kind of try to take care of me in little ways but there isn't really any question that I'm the mom now? and the care you wanted for yourself but projected onto others is now how I show you affection? oh awwww
Orgasm so euphoric it leaves her legs too weak to walk also being the last, collective experience of an entire planet. Give it 20 minutes and she’ll be ready to pluck more screaming billions from the depths of her toy drawer.
flirting with the girl who bought my world while she’s at work so she is as worked up and achingly hard as possible when she gets home because I am grade A stupid
To be nothing to him. Less than the lint clinging to his toes, less than the crumbs on his table. To be robbed of a future by a motion he wouldn't think twice about...
I can put it in only so many words, but It's enchanting in any form.
To disappear into the depths of his body, an unnoticed mote dashed against a nose hair, a stray speck in the groaning chamber of his stomach. To be streaked against his skin by an unconscious itch, rubbed into nothing against his groin for a crude bit of self-pleasure.
There are only so many ways that one can wax poetic about wanting to die at the hands of an oblivious boy. To feel themselves crumble beneath him. To drown in the thinnest bit of saliva coating his tongue, suffocate in a crevasse that is little more than a wrinkle on his rim...