"Well, it's been amazing serving you all, my loyal fans, for so many years. As most good things do, it has to come to an end! My family discovered my OnlyFans and decided I have to be punished. They love my huge boobs but after they saw me use them on you guys for money, get them whipped, burnt, beaten up..... My family decided I don't deserve such big gorgeous boobs. So they're making me get them removed. Like completely. My mom sent videos of me to a cancer research institute and they said they'll do like..... a biopsy on them. A titty autopsy, open them up and poke around for cancer, cysts, etc.... For free, like I'm a charity case with a rare disorder. Then chop them off regardless of what they find for future testing.

Of course, this procedure will be the last vid on my OnlyFans for a while. My family is demanding I stream it for all of you. This is so embarrassing..... So, my boobs will be numbed, and they'll be sliced vertically down the middle, so the surgeon can poke around and show you their insides. That makes me feel really self-conscious. My family said they want to be there to poke fun at my boobs as they're opened up and 'all that blubber falls out'. I swear they are sooo twisted. So, basically they're gonna sit there cracking jokes and mocking my huge boobs as they're picked apart for medical research. I'm soooo pissed.

I guess that's the joy of living with family and trying to do porn for a living. My perfect tits will be destroyed just for my family's amusement. Just to punish me for flaunting what I've got! They are the absolute worst! I can't believe I'll have no boobs. But I am kinda curious to see if I do have a bunch of cysts or tumors, since you guys do tend to call my boobs a pair of oversized cancer bags.... Wait. Did you tip off my family about my OF? Ooooo, are you guys actually hoping this happens to me? God, I have the naughtiest fans. I'm a lucky girl..... Maybe I'll just keep making vids anyway, with no boobs. So you guys can see what you've done to me. Will you like that? I mean..... what's the worst that they could take away after my boobs? .... I'll leave it to your imaginations. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Surgery's tomorrow morning at eight, my time. Don't be late guys, I'm sure you want to see me react as the surgeon destroys my perfect boobies.... and my family has a good laugh about it."

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

I wonder what I'll do with you tiny human

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KINKS

Shrinking/Growth

Size Theft/Expansion

Lactation/ANR/ABF

Teasing/Intimidation

Humiliation/Degradation/Hypnosis

Cruel/CNC/Cuck/Beta

Crush/Vore

Destruction

LIMITS

Scat/Pee/Farting/Stink

Gender Bend

Grotesque Torture

Digestion Focus

Unaware

Furry

Your head is spinning after yet another shift, exhaustion soaking your bones. It's draining, utterly miserable, but a necessary evil. You made it this far, so what's a bit further? It's paying for your HRT, so it's worth putting up with for a bit longer. At least the stress melts away easy enough...

Slipping the headphones over your ears, the rhythmic beats wash over you as you slowly strip out of your work clothes. You catch a glimpse in the nearby mirror, almost dreading how it might make you feel. Though, something seems different today. Strolling over, your steps falling in time with the beat in your ears, you stand in front of the floor length mirror, twisting and glancing your body over.

You had almost tossed a sheet over this thing, but at your therapist recommendation, you kept it uncovered. They said it was healthy to recognize that, despite what was there, that you should recognize progress. At first, it seemed ridiculous, but now? Those firmer parts came off a bit softer... Your skin is looking more pink and smooth, your tuck actually takes a few moments for you to properly notice. Hell, even your face is more pleasing to look at! Your stubble is so faint, you can hardly see it.

With a satisfied smirk, you wink at the figure in front of you, proud of the progress as you make your way to the bathroom, the music changing up to someone a bit more upbeat. Your mood seems to rise with it, your legs moving almost involuntary to the beat as you dance away some of the wear from the day. After a bit, you could swear you feel your cheeks tingling, bringing a hand up to catch a bit of fuzz. Pausing at the sensation, you chuckle at the absent mind you had there, finishing your trip.

Glancing in the mirror, you lean down to wet your cheeks, grabbing a razor and some gel before standing back up. You're about to fill your hand when you pause, catching the image of your reflection.

...Where did your fuzz go? Glancing close. You could still see a few hairs, but when you bring a hand up, the strands came away with your fingers. Frantic, you quickly brushed them away, gasping as you moved to your head. Swallowing, you give your hair a tug, but it felt as firm as ever... Pulling away, you can't even see any loose strands. Scoffing in amazement, you look the sight over, a smile glued to your lips as you see your soft, feminine features.

Your lips almost seemed naturally plump, a cute pout proving it as you tested a number of faces. You even got silly with it, trying to be aggressive and masculine as a joke, but it all seemed to fall short. Bringing your hands up, you lick your lips as the music grew a bit hotter, fingers brushing your lips as you watch yourself.

Gods, you look so pretty right now... passing was an understatement, you could give some girls from old high-school a run for their money. As you drift from your face and neck, you caress the bumps slowly forming on your chest, the pair feeling much softer than they did. You could easily spot the definition and it seemed the more you squeezed, the more you had to play with. Your skin tingled with electricity, your movements falling in time as the song picked up pace. Faster, faster... more and more!!

You whine as you give your nipple a firm tug, a bit of drool falling off your lip. As one hand kept up the work, the other pushed into your panties, the soft, drooling lump utterly begging for attention. Try as you might, the idea of stroking such a useless piece of flesh just wasn't appealing, no matter how much you tried. Just as you were about to give up, you shoved your fingers over the bulge, knees almost buckling as the head gets pinned between your legs. Pressing it there, you push a couple fingers against it, quivering softly as you do so.

You stare at your face, barely noticing as your hair grows longer, easily adding a few inches before curling naturally, bur you could hardly care. Your fingers roll in circles as the bass thrums through your head, your shoulders soon resting on the sink as you sink into the moment. Something felt strange about the moment, but the haze of sensations was too much. You need it... you need to finish as your back arches, pitiful whine in your throat as you bite your lip. You wonder how messy it must be with your fingers getting so wet. As you go to tug your panties down, you catch your image one last time.

You could hardly recognize the person in the mirror, and yet... so familiar. All the pieces that never quite fit right now seemed to flow seamlessly. Your figure, your stance, even your troublesome hair. You hadn't even noticed the music ending until the first song in your Playlist hit. Sliding off the headphones, you smile at your true self, growing warm as your mirror smiles back. Suddenly, work doesn't seem so bad anymore...

The flirty witch had heard two of the most gorgeous redhead babes in Hollywood, Christina Hendricks and Bryce Dallas Howard, would both be attending this event, and got an idea to place a swapping spell on both. Suddenly, Christina felt a lot lighter in her chest, while Bryce was now insanely stacked and straining her dress, much like Christina was before.

Christina felt lightheaded as a result of the changes, and it took her a bit to realize what had happened. Meanwhile, Bryce noticed immediately and reveled in it, showing her beautiful, massively racked self off. “Guess they match my ass now!” She giggled. Meanwhile, Christina eventually started feeling self-conscious.

The full domino effect of the switch would soon be felt. Bryce got even more parts as the most beautiful, busty A-lister in Hollywood, while flat Christina was more and more demoted to a glorified extra. Even in their love life, Bryce very soon was having triplets and feeding them well, while Christina was unfortunately staring towards another divorce, and still not bearing any children. The witch observed this from afar, finding the contrast of these two sexy women exchanging not only racks, but status, as well. She wondered if this kind of switch would do well with other women…

Obviously these pics are these two women but in FaceApp.

Leonard wants to have Penny's body.

Leonard is transforming into a female version of himself with Penny's body.

Sheldon starts thinking about giving himself Penny's body.

Penny asks Sheldon to turn her into the male version of herself with Kurt's body.

Penny is about to rock Leonard's world.

Leonard loved the experience of having multiple orgasims.

The next morning after get transformed back to normal Penny is shocked to find Sheldon in his female form with her body.

Penny is really passed off at Sheldon giving her body to himself and Amy.

The next morning Penny finds Amy and Sheldon with giant boobs. Sheldon decided to give Amy and himself bigger boobs so they wouldn't have Penny's body.

Sheldon decided to shrink Penny's boob down to size after seeing how jealous she was of Amy's massive boobs.

Leonard finally comes out of the bedroom to find a flat chested Penny and Amy and Sheldon with huge boobs.

Pushed Up

Kelly and I had only been dating for a month, but I felt we were ready to take things to the next level. They say don’t dip your pen in company ink, but whoever made up that phrase couldn’t shrink themselves while growing others. Technically, she was my direct supervisor, which I think has another saying, but enough about superstitions. Kelly was pretty to begin with; she was a five-foot-six girl of Asian heritage with short black hair.

I stepped into Kelly’s office on her lunch break, and before she could stop me I started shutting her blinds. She was wearing a white blouse over a black bra and a pencil skirt. Her C-cup boobs didn’t need help grabbing attention, but I had to admit the outfit was doing her incredible figure a big favor.

“Hey, honey, what’s this all about?” Kelly asked.

“Just wanted to surprise you,” I replied. I concentrated, and just like that, the transfer started. I was five foot eleven, but not for long. I noticed her bra pushing further into her blouse first, while my pants and shirt were getting looser on my body. I was too entranced to strip; Kelly’s tits were on the warpath, pumping outward like inflating balloons.

“Hun? Wh…” Kelly followed my line of sight down to her chest. She watched as her boobs strained against her bra, swelling up and over the cups. I figured I had lost about three inches, all of which had gone directly to Kelly’s incredible rack.

“My…my boobs!” Kelly gasped. Her tits passed into D-cup territory, then DD, and they swelled on as her desk phone went off.

“Surprise!” I chose the wrong time to make the announcement. Kelly answered her phone, biting her lip as her boobs continued forcing their way out of her bra. Her blouse was starting to stretch against her growing bust, too. After a brief exchange, she hung up the phone.

“Well, honey, I love it, whatever this is,” Kelly rubbed her growing bust. I could tell she was fighting the urge to fondle herself; she shivered and held her burgeoning melons for a moment.

“But,” Kelly continued, “can you…stop it? I have a Nyoom meeting that got pushed up.”

I walked over to Kelly’s desk, nearly a full foot too small for my clothes. Her tits pumped further into her blouse, now flowing both over and under her poor bra. I shut my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could, and nothing happened.

“Doesn’t look like it. Can you push it back?” I asked.

“No, it’s…it’s fine. Just…try not to make any noise,” Kelly sighed. I stood back as she went about her business as if nothing had changed. In the meantime, I could see that she was starting to sit higher on her chair. Her shoulders were starting to rise up and out, pushing against her blouse just like her boobs had been. She tried to act like everything was normal, put her headset on, and jumped into her meeting.

I felt myself shrink until I was only about an inch or two taller than her desk as my pants and shoes became far too large for my dwindling body. I nearly drowned in my shirt and escaped from it just in time to see Kelly adjusting her webcam as she inched higher in her chair. I heard a loud snap; her boobs had nearly become as large as volleyballs, destroying her bra in the process. Once they’d been set free, Kelly’s swelling boobs landed on her desk with a heavy thud.

I began to realize that I was shrinking faster than Kelly was growing. If I didn’t act soon, I’d be stuck on the ground and risk being crushed underfoot if somebody came in. I tried to grab the edge of her desk just as my arms became too short. I bent my knees and leaped with all my might, just barely catching the edge and scrambling atop as I continued to shrink.

I looked up at Kelly, whose boobs were bordering on soccer balls and yet still somehow contained within her bra. I took a peek at her rump, which I noticed was swelling into her chair’s armrests. Her poor skirt was visibly tearing as her hips continued swelling out, and I could only imagine what her thighs were doing. I heard another noise: a button popped off of Kelly’s blouse, and then another.

Kelly’s engorging tits had created a perfect circle of cleavage in the center of her blouse. I watched her creamy mounds mash together, puffing up and out of the opening. I heard more buttons pop, but they were toward the bottom of her blouse. I must have been reaching six inches tall, which was my record for shrinking. That said, Kelly’s head was still rising, assuredly giving those in her meeting an eyeful of boobs so large they had taken her somewhat loose blouse and made it skin tight.

I could feel Kelly’s eyes on me, and then her enormous hand. Was she seven feet tall? Eight? How much bigger would she get? I hadn’t given much thought to today’s surprise, and Kelly could read that on my face. Actually, I couldn’t really see her face or eyes, since her tits were completely blocking it from my vision. I felt her hand getting larger around me, and I was sure that I had stopped shrinking, finally.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Kelly’s whisper sounded more like a monstrous boom to my tiny ears. I saw her tits pushed out again, her blouse barely hanging on, and then I started to move. The circle of cleavage popped another button, and I gave in to whatever she might have had planned as she shoved me into her swelling expanse of delicious cleavage.

"Is the dress too much? I figure I might as well look good if I'm getting my boobs chopped off! Oh, did I not tell you guys? My bad, I've just been so excited! I think? I was going out the other day, walking along the boardwalk in my little blue bikini, picking up guys, normal Saturday. A guy approached me with a small film crew and started asking questions, telling me he runs a popular internet show involving beautiful young talent like me. He complimented my breasts and told me girls with 'oversized melons' like mine were exactly what he was looking for. He asked me if I liked being so big breasted, I said yes. He asked if I fantasize about my boobs getting destroyed or chopped off from time to time, I said yes, duh, what busty girl doesn't have that kink? He asked me if I've ever considered living out those fantasies, I said no, not really. He asked if I ever fantasized about having my clit removed, I blushed and said 'now I will, that's super hot!' He seemed very pleased by my answers, asking me if I thought girls like me ought to get their boobs destroyed for male pleasure. I asked him to clarify and he said if girls like me date guys who want us to get our boobs removed or reduced to nothing because it would turn them on, should we? I emphatically said yes!

He then revealed that he was gathering talent for his next online pageant. He told me it was technically adult content because his fans jerked off to it, but it was presented under the guise of a medical charity. That I and nine other girls like me would be paraded out into a packed auditorium of his fans. A staff of surgical students from a nearby university would be there, and he'd present the main event as a charitable pageant, of sorts. We'd walk out in formal wear, like any beauty pageant. Then we'd wear bikinis. After that we'd strip naked on stage and be lined up, sitting at a chair, with a sturdy tray in front of us. The surgical students would then numb our breasts, and we'd be forced to answer intimate questions about ourselves and our love-lives, all under the pretense of how being so big breasted has negatively impacted our lives and forced us to be oversexualized and overly sexual.

As we're interviewed, the surgeons in training would then remove our breasts, putting on a bit of a show.... playing with their food, basically. Cutting our boobs open vertically and showing the audience all the fat inside, any cysts or tumors (of which I maaay have quite a few, no surprises there!), for educational purposes, emphasizing how unhealthy they are..... piece by piece our boobs will be dismantled and tossed on a scale next to us. The weight of our breasts, how much was removed, apparently contribute a lot to who wins the pageant, so I should definitely stand a good chance of winning with these massive melons! After they're weighed our breasts are tossed in the trash, 'where they belong' the guy interviewing me made it a point to say. By this time in the interview I was straight up fondling my pussy and one tit in public, all caught on camera, available to view on his channel..... I watched the other girls get interviewed and they're so gorgeous, all equally excited to get their huge breasts chopped to mincemeat for this pageant.

It's only a couple hours away now, and I am a bit nervous. I obviously love having breasts this massive but the thought of doing this makes me sooooo wet! And seeing all these men comment on my video about how much they can't wait to jerk off watching my boobs get dismantled, I simply can't let them down! Wish me luck! I can't wait to stand on that stage with a bandage wrapped around my former tits, smiling and showing off my sexy new flat chest, along with the other girls. All for a good cause of course! How else do you make money to support breast cancer? Gotta show millions and millions of hungry eyes how dangerous and unhealthy my big fat perfect titties really are on the inside.... Ya'll are gonna flip when you see how many tumors and cysts these gorgeous fuckable titties have. I can't wait to show them off for you at long last! ❤️"

I've absolutely fallen in love with your blog 💖

Mmm love the boy boobs posts and the one about growing in a field~

Absolutely melting rn

I'm so glad my beautiful body is so enchanting~!

If this weren't over the internet, I'd love to smother you under my succulent swelling boyboobs to show my thanks~

🕸

For your character sheet. You seem interesting but also very stressed. So maybe if we change a few things it'll be easier on you.

Let's make your hair longer and blonder. That way you can feel pretty.

When that's done let's increase your bust and your butt. Your bust to at least triple D so it's more than a handful.

And when that's done let's make you shorter while you were trying to reach up for something on a high shelf. So now you're 4'10" your extra height going to your hair, breasts and butt.

And just for fun we'll have you finish college. Debt free so you don't have to worry about it anymore

Thank you, Spideranon!

I didn't recognize the changes as they happened, but something was changing as my past rearranged. Memories of my last years of college settled into my mind, buckling down and passing my classes to secure a degree. Without realizing it, my pay rates adjusted accordingly and the room around me became slightly nicer.

What I did notice was a sudden snugness of my sweater. My chest swelled up, growing heavier. As I wrapped my arms around my full tits, I started noticing my hair in my vision. Normally I didn't have enough hair for it to get in my way, but long wavy strands of... blonde(?) hair were in my face!

"That's... new?" I noticed, curious about what exactly was going on with these changes. I didn't even register my sitting position shifting as my butt padded with extra fat. For the extra inch or two it added to my sitting position, I was losing almost a foot of perspective!

Standing and realizing I was suddenly shorter than my standing mirror, I looked myself over with interest.

(To submit changes to me, Layla, check out my Event Character Sheet!)

Kryptonian Gets Jinxed

Jinx didn't enjoy dwelling on it, but sometimes, she felt inadequate compared to other superheroines. Not in terms of power or anything, but in physique. While her and her friends were college-age at this point, attending a Halloween party dressed as other superheroines, Jinx felt she was coming up a bit short. But she suddenly got an idea, given who her outfit was based off of. If she could manipulate her luck a bit, and turn the fortunes in favor of her, rather than who typically wore this outfit, she might be getting somewhere.

Elsewhere, Power Girl was at home, simply trying to relax, undress, and unwind, when suddenly, she noticed an odd feeling in her chest. An increasing tightness and tautness to her breasts started occuring and they were…drawing inward?!? Yes, her famous pair was diminishing now by the second, and her bras became looser and looser, eventually flying off as the breasts flailed in the shrinking process. A Kryptonian is powerful, but magic effects them the same as any other mortal being. Perhaps Power Girl would become more known for her ass now, as within a matter of minutes, she was already down to a DD cup. Big for most, but only a fraction of what were once at least almost triple that size. Eventually, she went down to a C-cup. This process was painful and embarassing, which says a lot, given she was Kryptonian, but look at the bright side: it'd soon be over? Not a lot of solace for the confident, sensual woman who took pride in her figure, merely only able to look down in shock and grasp at already diminishing B-cup breasts. It took less then 40 seconds for her to finally become flat as a board. Perhaps Jinx was asking for too much…

But Jinx didn't care. The sensation of growing, and groping at her own increasingly massive tits was amazing. Surges and surges of heavy, soft, yet firm breast flesh filled up and pillowed in her hands. It was like going from a school carton of milk to two full gallon jugs in a very brief amount of time, which is what she needed when going to the party. Feel herself surge upwards from mere B-cups to F-cups, G-cups, even up to H-cups, the fat, jiggling mounds on her chest filling her hands up made her feel fuller and more alive, in many senses. Her outfit was now incredibly tight, but it didn't matter. She went into the party, and her friends were shocked, thinking that the newly massive Jinx, who was by far now the bustiest girl at this party, was wearing fake breasts. Jinx soon revealed privately to a possibly jealous Raven and Starfire that they were indeed very real, and they could feel if they liked.

Credit for the Jinx art to RavenRavenRaven and the Power Girl art to Fred Benes.

Giantess Beidou Fan Fic

(WARNING, this story contains giantess/tiny, boob stuff, and a lesbian relationship with my original character who's kinda a self insert. If you don't like those things, leave, I never wanted you here anyways :D)

Kyra looked up at Beidou while she was in her small form. To her, Beiodu was now a giant goddess a beautiful one. Beidou looked back down at her with a smirk. Kyra's eyes locked on Beidou's boobs while she was looking at her. Kyra could see the bottom of Beidou's cleavage through the triangular opening in the bottom of her leotard.

"M-Master?~" Kyra asked, clearly about to ask for something.

"Yes, my pet?"

"Could you put me between…" Kyra pointed up at Beidou's huge breasts, cutely, while blushing hard. Beidou stares back at her, her smirk widening.

"Of course, my love." Kyra could slowly feel Beidou's hands sliding under her tiny body, and picking her up gently. Beidou had learned to be careful with Kyra when she was this small. Beidou brought Kyra up to her busty chest and slowly dropped the tiny girl into the top of her cleavage. Kyra's little face flushed red and all around her she could feel Beidou's hot breasts which she was now in between. Beidou put her hands on the sides of her boobs and slowly squeezed them together, trapping Kyra between them. Kyra moaned. Beidou's skin felt so soft yet there was still so much pressure from Beidou squeezing. Kyra just couldn't get enough of the feeling of her face and body being smothered between her masters breasts. Beidou would take a break from squeezing for a second to let Kyra breathe and then push her breasts together again. Kyra's tiny body accidentally slid down deeper in between Beidou's cleavage. She could feel the slight moisture from Beidou's sweat. Beidou looked down at Kyra and just smiled more.

"Are you okay, my cute little toy?~"

"I'm fine, master." Kyra muffled.

"Okay then~" Beidou massaged her boobs together harder and Kyra started to finger herself. Beidou's boobs were like mountains but so soft and bouncy!

"I-ahhh~ I love you~" Kyra, moaned.

"Heh I love you too." Beidou could tell that she was helping to please Kyra and that made her feel happy. She pushed her boobs together harder, which caused Kyra to climax.

"Ahh!~ Aaah!~" Kyra screamed in pleasure, tilting her head back. "I'm huff I'm sorry, master~" Kyra panted heavily, exhausted from the pleasure.

"Heh, you really like my chest, don't you?"

"Yeah…" Kyra rested the upper half of her body over Beidou's right breast.

"Don't be ashamed. You know, I'm glad you do." Beidou smiled down at Kyra, lovingly. Beidou slowly lifted Kyra up and kissed her little head. Her big lips engulfed most of Kyra's head. Beidou slowly moved her lips away, with Kyra still sitting on her hand in front of her lips. She could feel Beidou's breath against her skin and blowing ever so slightly on her clothes like a hot wind.

"I love you, Kyra." She whispered into Kyra's tiny pointed ears.

"I love you too, Beidou."

(I don't usually post fan fiction here but I think I'll start posting here more often)