Foamy Breast Expansion

I recently rediscovered Foamy the Squirrel.

If you’re not familiar with this hilarious series, you’ll be glad I did around 3:10 in the video below. Enjoy!

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Stretching and Remolding in Music Video

Howdy all! Thanks for all the support! In the meantime, enjoy this music video that includes stretching, remolding, and even some light vore. ~dS

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Permission not asked, nor granted

Some of you may be aware that recently an old comic of mine saw a “continuation” at a website I used to write for.

I was never asked about this continuation, it does not have my permission to use characters I own copyrights on, and I generally find the whole situation insulting. I’m gauging my own anger and “is it worth it?” thoughts on how I may proceed with action. Wherever it goes it is not my story, which I am already working on in SFC.

To be clear, anything [new] that isn’t posted here, my Smashwords page, on my dA account, in SexyFantasyComics, or is Whites a Delight but the Redder the Better is not my work. Support what you will, but I thought it best to inform what is and isn’t mine.

~dS

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Not just WHAT, but HOW.

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Blathering

Oh God, I did this to myself! All I wanted was bigger breasts! But now it’s all I am! My long silky legs, that so many men stared at and traced with their hands – gone. My feet and toes…mmm, my toes that so many men had sucked on, sending shivers and pleasure through my bones to my pussy – gone. My taught stomach and toned arms, perfectly formed at the gym – gone. My green bedroom eyes and my lips, my gorgeous bee-stung lips that had kissed so many mouths and enveloped so many salty cocks – gone. My ass, round and perky and so erotically slappable – gone. Even my pussy, my pink trimmed pussy with its needy clit that would blush and flush for a hunky man – gone. I remember feeling the muscles and bones, softening…shifting…compacting. My tits getting warm and tight as they grew…and grew…and grew. Swallowing up everything else that I’d ever been? I can feel myself, all that I am now, two beach-ball-sized boobs sitting in the middle of my apartment complex’s lobby. The cold tile has made my giant nipples rock hard. The air conditioning sends shivers through me. Why did I ever make that wish? And more importantly – why isn’t anyone making love to my giant disembodied bust?

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Lyrical

Lyrical

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Julie’s New Position

Based on Scene: Joan And Julie, Humantaur

“Oh, no, Miss Derwood!” Julie exclaimed, “Trust me, if I could actually be your second ass, I would absolutely wish to be!”

Julie suddenly felt a flush of air as her clothes disintegrated off of her tight young skin. Even her heels vanished, leaving her teetered up on her toes. Julie’s upper body swung forward and down, not because of an issue with balance but because some unseen power was moving Julie beyond her control.

The young woman’s arms reached out and wrapped around Miss Derwood’s hips. Beads of water that were still hanging to the older woman from her shower broke and spread across Julie’s skin. The bent woman’s face went straight for Miss Derwood’s ass, Julie’s nose settling square in the crack. For a moment she could feel the butt cheeks against the ones aside her mouth.

Then Julie’s flesh merged with Miss Derwood’s. Her hands and arms sunk into the other woman’s lower body as Julie’s face disappeared into her rear. Julie’s legs, still up on her toes, walked her bent body forward. As she did so more of Julie’s body – her shoulders, her breasts, and nearly all her ribs – became one with Miss Derwood.

Julie, it could be surmised, was having quite the odd experience. She’d at first been terrified, but that had been washed away as she became one with the woman she was devoted to. She could feel that part of her which had merged with Miss Derwood spread out through the other woman’s body, bringing youth and rejuvenation to her. Julie couldn’t directly feel Miss Derwood’s body, nor see anything through the woman’s eyes, but she could sense that her boss’ wrinkles and sagging features had been improved by the introduction of Julie’s vitality.

It was now that the mysterious force released its control of Julie – but she found that she had nearly no control over any of her remaining body.

Nearly.

The half-woman could feel Miss Derwood’s perplexed hand slide from the small of her own back to Julie’s, and follow the young woman’s hand to her ass. Julie wanted to feel her body shudder in pleasure of the caress, to kick her feet up and down from the sensation, but could not do so. But she did feel her pussy clench and release. She wanted to try again, but was distracted as Miss Derwood tried to walk all four of their legs. Julie felt her legs trip and stumble in the alien gait. When they stopped she had a distant sensation of Miss Derwood touching her breasts.

Julie liked that. She liked it a lot. She sent all her pleasure to her pussy, commanding it drip and blush. Julie so wished she could squeeze it with her thighs, to enhance the pleasure somehow.

Then she felt her sexual heat move up her torso and enter Miss Derwood. Julie could sense Miss Derwood’s pleasure in feeling Julie’s pleasure. They each enhanced the other’s libido, doubling their thoughts of satisfaction. There was no question in Julie’s mind that Miss Derwood would soon be pleasuring them both.

There was no doubt in Julie’s mind that that would feel fantastic.

Perhaps this wouldn’t turn out so bad after all.

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A Wormy Thing To Do

A Wormy Thing To Do

a free form poem by Dan Standing

Hair falls away.
Body tumbles.
Bones should break but instead soften.
Breasts shrink into my ribs.
Nipples flatten, auburn spreads.
Body starts to shrink and clothes fall away.
Sports bra. Running shorts. Huge and useless now.
Arms stick to my sides, fingers and hands fuse to thighs.
Legs compress.
Pussy swallowed up by my shifting flesh. Should have enjoyed it more.
Writhing on the ground now.
Eyes kept long enough to see my curves straighten out.
The body I worked so hard for turning to a fleshy string.
Blink.
Blink.
Shut.
Sealed.
Teeth sink away, mouth stretches. It is all of my head that is left.
Ass shifts to what were once my toes.
Lines and little bristles poke across the soggy skin.
Damp…need to be damp.
Nothing more than a few struggling inches.
I remember crouching down next to her at the line.
Waiting for the start.
She looked fast.
I kicked her starting block before the gun.
“Eat my dirt,” I smiled.
A hand gestures.
“Oh, you’ll eat all the dirt.”

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Nobody said “weird”

Been a super busy week, so for now please enjoy this “not weird” commercial.

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Judging By The Cover

I will return to the last entry of La Metafeminine En Español soon (as well as getting that A Lamp for Medusa review written) but after a missed update something more creative is required!

Judging By The Cover

Cheryl arched her back and cried out. She could feel another splash of fluid on her already-soaked-and-dripping thighs. Her scream of pleasure was barely muffled by the pillow her face was pressed into.

She could feel all four of her nipples dragging against the mattress. Her second pair of breasts were still growing in, getting heavier and heavier on her ribs. Every pleasurable pulse pushed more pink flesh up from her skin. Fat and muscle knitting itself to her in a strange and alien way. She no longer had any doubt of the gypsy’s legitimacy.

Her loins were already quivering from the intense erotic impulse racking through her body as she grew two new tits. But now a new quiver was shivering through her hips. Cheryl flipped herself to her back, four fleshy grapefruits swinging and jiggling as she moved. They flattened out atop her body completely covering her ribs. The air licked at them, teasing them almost as badly as the sheet’s fibers.

Cheryl’s legs were shaking. She could feel her juices dripping down them. The mattress was already soaked to its limit.

“Ah…aAHH!” the runner cried out as her hips started to spread and crack. Her labia and pussy felt as if they were softening…and then stretching. The gap between her legs stretched wide before a new isthmus of skin split it in half. Two engorged clits settled next to each other above two pair of labia. Cheryl’s breathing was haggard, and she could barely catch her breath – as would be expected of anyone who had just experienced two simultaneous orgasms.

The exhausted woman lay back in her bed for a few minutes, doing nothing but breathing. Her entire body felt thrice as sensitive as it had before, and she did her best not to move – or risk setting off a chain of events she didn’t think she’d be willing to stop.

Slowly, gradually, as the post-orgasmic glow left her and her body settled into only twice its previous sensitivity, Cheryl lifted her head up. She peered down her doubled cleavage and could see a pair of mons pubis rising up from her lower abdomen. Twin rivers leaked from her pussies, and four hard nubs atop her chest reached for the ceiling.

“I bet I get twice the pleasure you get in bed…” Cheryl recalled saying to the strange woman.

“Oh yes?” was the reply, “I’m sure you will.”

She wasn’t certain then, as Cheryl watched the hand waving and chanting, if it was real mysticism or just a crazy woman’s rants. Now it was clear which was the case.

Cheryl’s plan had worked.

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